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Prompt #57 "Lunch" Pt 2

This particular prompt will probably have three parts. Here's the second one! I hope you like it! Enjoy and let me know what you think. :)

Story: Words Left Unsaid
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Oliver
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warnings: pre-slash
Spoilers: none
Summary: follows “Snow, Surprises and Shelby”. Lois sees more than she lets on … and drags Chloe into the plan. Meanwhile, Clark and Oliver have lunch together while silently pining for each other.
Previous Parts: Here

The table is here.

Prompt #57 "Lunch"

Part 2

Back on the farm, Clark was contemplating Chloe and Lois’s sudden exit. He didn’t buy their excuses and Lois especially seemed as if she was up to something.

He shook his head. If it was important, Chloe would tell him eventually. There was no need to stress over it. Especially when he had more important issues to concentrate on. Such as what he was getting Oliver for his birthday.

He really hoped Oliver didn’t mind Clark spreading the news to Chloe and Lois. He did say Lois and him were still friends. He and Chloe and gotten along well at Thanksgiving too. Besides, despite what Oliver said, he really wanted the other man to celebrate his birthday.

But coming up with a present was difficult. What do you get for a man who has everything? No matter how casual he acted around Clark and just because he wasn’t constantly in suits like Lex didn’t mean Clark could forget the man was worth billions.

What could he possibly get for him that he couldn’t get himself? Clark thought and thought and was getting frustrated. Then an idea hit him. Of course! How could he have not thought of it before? It would be great and he really hoped Oliver would like it.

Quickly, he began to make plans on how to get the present. It was a risky gift but he really had a feeling Oliver would enjoy his present. Oliver probably hadn’t gotten a well thought out gift in a while. The idea saddened him because though his parents never had a lot of money, his birthdays were always special. His mom baked a cake and he had his friends over. He had had a great childhood and he was certain that Oliver hadn’t. Money couldn’t buy love, he always knew that.

Hadn’t he said himself that his parents were always traveling? He had no doubt that they loved him very much but he must’ve been lonely. And even last year, when he was just turning 19, his mom, Chloe and Lois had tried to keep him happy on his birthday. Oliver deserved that too.

With a little research, he found Oliver was turning 26. He remembered that Oliver said he would only take the day off if he had no major meetings. Now he just had to make sure that Oliver had nothing big that day so he did. Nobody should be working on their birthday.

He picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number.

“Queen Industries.” Oliver’s secretary had picked up. Clark was familiar with Sheila.

“Hi, Sheila,” he said cheerfully.

“Oh, hello Mr. Kent,” Sheila replied. She could recognize the tone of his voice and despite his many protests, she refused to call him Clark. “Mr. Queen is in a conference call right now. But I can have him call you back when he is finished.”

“I know,” Clark said, “And if you don’t mind, I would rather you not tell him about this phone call. Or at least not what we talked about. I wanted to actually talk to you about him. His birthday is coming up.”

“December 9th,” Sheila replied promptly.

“I wanted to surprise him on his birthday,” Clark revealed. “And I was hoping you could make sure that he doesn’t have any major appointments on that day.”

“I could definitely do that,” Sheila said. “I just checked his schedule and so far, he doesn’t have anything. One call in the morning but that should be minor. Everything that comes up in the next couple of days, I am sure that I could take care of.” He could almost hear her smile. “This is a very nice gesture. I think he would really appreciate it.”

“Thanks Sheila,” Clark said. “I am hoping you’re right on this one.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied. Clark said his goodbyes and hung up.

Phase One of his plan was over. Oliver would be free on his birthday. Now he had to figure out what exactly they were going to do on his special day. But he needed Chloe and Lois for that one.

His mom was coming back soon and Clark figured he could get her to help him make a cake. A homemade cake seemed to fit the theme that he was going for. Did Oliver like chocolate or vanilla? Over the next couple of days, he would have to try to get that information out of him.
He was broken out of his thoughts when his cell phone went off.

“Kent,” he said.

“Hey, Clark, it’s Ollie,” came the reply. “Sheila told me you called.”

Damn. He figured she might say he called. It would look more suspicious if somehow Oliver figured it out later so he knew she wouldn’t want to hide it from him.

“Yeah, I did,” Clark said. “How was your conference call?”

“It went well,” Oliver told him. “So what’s new? Sheila said you didn’t leave a message.”

“It wasn’t important,” Clark responded, racking his brain for excuses to why he could’ve called. “In fact, I don’t even remember why I called anymore.”

“As long as it wasn’t important,” Oliver said mildly. Something about his tone made Clark realize he didn’t fully buy his excuse. For what felt like the millionth time, he silently cursed himself for not being a better liar.

“So, I’m sure you’re busy,” Clark said, trying to find a way to end the conversation. “I’ll let you get back to your work.”

“Actually, the conference call was it,” Oliver said. “Today was a pretty light day for me.” There was a pause and then he added, “But I should hang up anyway.”

“Yeah,” Clark said. He wanted to get off the phone so why was so disappointed to hear Oliver go?

“Look, Clark,” Oliver said suddenly, “I was wondering . . . do you have anything to do tomorrow?”

“No,” Clark said, “Why?”

“Maybe we can have lunch together?” Oliver asked slowly. Then he was quick to say, “If you’re not busy or anything.”

“I’m not busy,” Clark said. “Lunch sounds fun.”

“Great, I’ll cook,” Oliver told him.

“You can cook?” Clark asked, surprise evident in his tone.

“I can cook!” Oliver exclaimed, sounding offended. “I’m more than just a pretty face, you know.”

“You have a pretty face?” Clark teased. “Hmm . . . must’ve missed that one.”

“Cold, Kent, real cold,” Oliver sighed.

Clark laughed. “You know I’m kidding.”

“I know,” Oliver said smugly. “So what do you say? Come over around noon.”

“I’ll be there,” Clark promised.

“Prepare to be amazed,” Oliver declared. “See you tomorrow Clark.”

“Bye Oliver,” Clark replied and hung up, a grin on his face. He was giddy and he had no clue why. In fact, he was getting frustrated with his lack of explanations on his behavior around Oliver lately.

Every time, he saw the older man, heard his voice . . . something in him went off. It felt like . . . Oh God. It felt like how he used to react around Lana. When he wasn’t getting sick with her kryptonite necklace.

“I’m not gay,” he whispered. He had never been interested in men. His youth consisted of being devoted to Lana. Chloe and Alicia had distracted him for a while but it always came back to Lana. Either way, he had always been interested in girls.

Sure, he wasn’t homophobic and he certainly was not naïve. During his wild summer in Metropolis, he had seen same-sex relationships and he had not been disturbed. As far as he was concerned, love was love.

But never had he been the least bit inclined to bat for the other team. So what made Oliver Queen so special? Clark bit his lip . . . he already knew the answer to that one.

Everything about Oliver was special. From his expressive chocolate brown eyes that Clark could just lose himself in to that smirk on his beautiful face . . . he was perfect. Miles of golden skin, which he had gotten a peak at when he caught Oliver working out, adorned by clothes that fit him in all the right places. His body was amazing . . . all muscles that Clark had wanted nothing more than to get his hands on. His smile lit up a room and whenever he was around, he was all Clark could see.

I’m so gone. No use in denying it anymore. As he had gotten to know the other man better, he was only more impressed. He was not without his faults but they were minor and could be ignored. He was strong, stronger than Clark ever hoped to be. Here was a man who had watched a classmate die and vowed to change his life because of it. This was a man who was human but still risked his life on a daily basis to save others.

“I’m not even in your league.” Oliver’s sad words came back to him and now that he thought about it, his responses were pathetic.

“Oh Ollie,” he said softly, wishing he could say these words to the blonde, “Don’t you know? It’s me that’s not in your league.”

Yeah, now he only had to get the courage to tell Oliver the same thing. Not as if the other man would believe him. But he meant it with all his heart. He admired Oliver for everything he was and for everything he wasn’t. Somewhere along the way, through the arguments and saving lives, he had fallen for him. Without even realizing it.

Great, this was exactly what he needed. To fall for someone else who would probably never reciprocate his feelings. Oliver was straight and they were friends. Just friends. And that’s what they would stay. No way was he going to allow his unrequited crush to lose him a good friend.

Oliver was someone he was coming to trust, someone he was able to talk to. It was like Lex but way better. Lex was intense and though he wouldn’t trade what they had, it was easier being around Oliver. The fact that he didn’t have to lie to him made things better. No, Oliver didn’t know everything but he knew enough. Enough so Clark didn’t have to watch his back every second of the day. It was nice.

Which was exactly why Clark was going to have to work his hardest to hide his feelings. He was a terrible liar and he knew it but this was important. If Oliver ever found out . . . Clark shuddered at the possibilities. Oliver would be disgusted and probably would not want anything to do with Clark after that. Best-case scenario was that he’d just be highly uncomfortable. Either way, it would lead to the end of their friendship and that would just kill him.

Now Clark was not looking forward to lunch at all. All happy thoughts were gone, vanished at the realization that his feelings for Ollie went deeper than he thought. He wasn’t ready to see him just yet. What he needed was time . . . time to decipher his feelings, time to make a plan on how to act around Oliver . . . just time.

Unfortunately, his wish was not granted. How was it that when he wished time would speed up, the minutes just didn’t seem to pass but when he wanted to hold on to every minute, the day just flew by? Ironies of life really.

Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter. It didn’t slow time down, it didn’t stop the night from passing. It certainly did not allow Clark to stay in bed the next morning, in an attempt to sleep his problems away. He woke up and got out of bed reluctantly. By no means was he ready to face the day, ready to face Oliver.

Yet he could not bring himself to cancel. Oliver had sounded so excited on the phone and just yesterday, he had been telling himself he wanted to stay friends. That was enough to get him started on his day.

But he felt as if he was going through the motions, not really connecting with anything he was doing. Getting dressed, having breakfast, doing chores- it was all so routine that he didn’t need to put any thought into it.

Fifteen minutes till noon, he prepared to leave. His mom had left a pie in the fridge so he decided to take it with him. If Oliver was going to go through the trouble of making them lunch, he could at least contribute something.

The trip to Oliver’s penthouse was short and as the clock struck noon, he was exiting the elevator.

But Oliver was nowhere to be seen. The room was filled with a delicious aroma and Clark followed the scent to the kitchen. What he saw left him breathless. Oliver was standing and cooking, looking absolutely adorable. It was not right for anyone older than five to be that cute.

Because Oliver was standing in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing an apron, which of course, was green, and stirring what appeared to be a type of sauce. Music was blasting from an iPod player sitting on the counter and Oliver was bopping his head to the music.

When Oliver started to shake his hips to the beat, Clark could no longer suppress his amusement and a tiny laugh escaped from his lips. Which caught Oliver’s attention and the blonde stopped his dancing.

“Clark,” he said. “When did you arrive?”

“Just a few minutes ago,” Clark told him. “Just in time to catch the show apparently.”

If it had been him, he would have been blushing like crazy but Oliver just chuckled.

“Admit it Kent, you wish you had my dancing skills,” Oliver joked.

“Oh yeah,” Clark said, fighting to keep his tone serious, “That’s it. You figured me out. Nice apron, by the way.”

Oliver grinned. He gestured to the box. “What’ve you got there?”

Clark looked at the box and handed it to Oliver. “Oh, I brought pie. Don’t worry, my mom made it.”

“Considering you said you don’t eat anybody else’s pie,” Oliver said, accepting the box, “I didn’t doubt it.” He placed it on the counter.

“Go relax,” Oliver said, “I’m almost done here.”

“Need any help?” Clark offered.

“I’m good,” Oliver assured him. “Go make yourself at home.”

Clark nodded and began to head to the living room. He turned back, giving Oliver one last glance. The blonde had gone back to focusing on his cooking and dancing to the music at the same time.

His heart skipped a beat. If anyone would later ask what the most significant moment in his entire life was, he would tell them it was this.

Because at that moment, standing in a kitchen watching the blonde dance, was when Clark Kent realized that he was in love with Oliver Queen.
Tags: category: slash, challenge: fanfic100, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, prompt: lunch, ship: clark/oliver

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