Title: Those Hips Don't Lie

Pairings: Clark/Oliver

Genre: Romance, angst

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None really

Warnings: hipbone!kink, m/m sex, blowjob...eventually

A/N 1 : So I was watching an episode of season 9 where Oliver walks into the room without a shirt on, and all I could think was, " Holy crap, look at those perfect hipbones! You could sculpt them they're so perfect!" But anyways, I really wanted to feast upon them, is that weird? Oh well. If it is, I guess that makes me doubly weird. But I thought, " Wow, Clark would appreciate those hips." And so am giving him a chance to show it.

A/N 2: By the way, this is my first NC-17 fic, so I'm really not sure how good this will be, I'm hoping it will be alright. Anyways, onto the story, which is completely random, and obviously and AU…sorta. I'm rambling.

Onto the Fic! R&R and tell me if I failed completely at this or not.

Those Hips Don't Lie

Chapter 1: His Fantasy

So delicious. God, I could just eat him whole, but those hips! What I wouldn't give for a taste of them…just once, were the thoughts roaring through Clark's head. He had never thought of himself as more than straight. But now that he had met Oliver, how on Earth was he less than gay? Or well, bisexual anyway. He didn't think he was gay, it was just Oliver that got him this way.

'This way', meaning hot and bothered, so much so that he shifted in his seat at the Daily Planet, causing that stupid 'creak' to sound and Lois to look up at him. She gave him a questioning glance, and then looked back to her computer monitor, apparently deciding it was just a Clark-thing. He was fine with that, cause he really didn't want to have to explain himself about what was going on. He would have to lie, and he hated lying, not that he was good at it in the first place, and if Lois suspected that he was lying, which he would be, then she would continue to hound him until he told her the truth, and she wouldn't like that he was having very naughty fantasies of him and her ex-boyfriend. Sometimes he hated his mind when it went into panic mode.

But, God, he couldn't be faulted for having these stupid fantasies in the first place if it wasn't for Oliver, who just happened to be proud of his body and didn't care that he was half-naked and he had guests. Male guests, at that. Clark especially. Not that Oliver knew that Clark was bi, hell, he himself hadn't even known until he saw Oliver a few months ago when he was in the middle of his work-out with those super-low sweatpants, that showed more than Clark had wanted to see…at first. Now he purposely scanned the Clock Tower to see if Ollie was working out or doing yoga without a shirt on before he sped all the way up. God, he was pathetic.

He hadn't told anyone that he had discovered he was bi, not yet at least. He was tempted to tell Chloe, but he didn't know how she'd react to that. He thought she might be more open to it, considering she'd spent the first decade of her life in Metropolis, but at the same time, if she found out about his lust for Oliver, their very own green-leather clad, not to mention, straight superhero, well, he thought she might be more freaked about that.

However, the last few months had gotten Clark to see that Oliver was more than just a pretty face. And, yes, he just called one of his male best friends pretty, but that was besides the point. Oliver was a good person who had a shitty childhood and had never had the chance to be loved like a child should be. Clark had discovered that his feelings went beyond lust, they might even be…love? He wasn't sure, and wasn't too keen on acting on them because for one, Ollie was straight. Two, he didn't have a good track record with love. And three, Ollie was straight. There was no getting around that.

" Smallville! Yoo-hoo. Where'd you go in that tiny little brain of yours?", Lois asked.

Clark looked up, startled that he had been caught in his memories. " Sorry, Lois. Did you say something?", he asked.

" Are you…blushing?", Lois asked, peering at him more closely than before.

" No", Clark responded, a little too quickly, and this time he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks.

" You are", Lois said, smugly. " Who ya fantasizing about, Clark? I mean, I'm flattered but there will never be anything between you and me."

" Nobody. I'm not fantasizing. I was just…thinking", Clark replied, carefully.

" Yeah, about someone. Tell me, who is it? Unless it's Lana, then I don't even want to know", Lois replied.

Clark decided to choose his next words carefully. He could say it was Lana and end the whole thing right now. But for some reason, he really wanted to confide in Lois, even if that would be a mistake and she never spoke to him again, he just couldn't keep it in any longer.

" Umm…not here. Please. I'll tell you everything, but could we do it in private?", Clark asked, suddenly shy.

" Sure thing, Smallville. It's about coffee time anyway", Lois replied, getting up and grabbing her jacket.

" It's always coffee time for you", Clark said.

" I know. That's why you'll tell me now. I'm not a very patient woman, Clark, and I have things to do. But you're actually willing to tell me something that has to do with your life, so I'm willing to listen", Lois replied. With that being said, she left, leaving Clark to trail behind her, wondering if this was truly the right thing to do.

" So, spill. Who is Mr. Innocent fantasizing about? Lana? No. Umm…Chloe? Oh gosh, I hope not. Or is it Gina from the 7th floor? I've seen her come all the way down to the basement just to get a peek at you", Lois said.

" It's not Lana. Or Chloe. Definitely not Chloe. And I don't even know who Gina is, so no. Anymore creative guesses?", Clark asked.

" Hmm…let's see. I've gone through the list of girls we both know…so. Wait. You never specified which gender you were thinking about. It's Ollie, isn't it?", Lois replied.

Clark's mouth dropped open. How could she..? And why is she not freaking out and smacking me?, his mind shouted. There was no way that she could know.

" Clark? You okay?", Lois asked, concerned now.

" How did you..? How did you know?", Clark finally asked.

" Well, you aren't exactly a social butterfly. You don't quite know a lot of girls. Oh and I heard you moaning Oliver's name in your sleep a couple of weeks ago. I thought it was just a mistake, but clearly I was wrong", Lois replied.

Clark's eyes went wide at that. " You mean…I was sleeping…and you…"

" Walked into the bullpen to find you asleep on your chair, moaning and groaning, and saying Oliver's name? Yeah, that's pretty much how it went. In a way, I suppose it was cute, to see you so vulnerable. And don't worry, no one else saw you thrash and scream his name. I had put it off to a very bad dream, but I wasn't dreaming, was I?"

Clark felt his whole body go up in flames at the thought of him having a wet dream about Oliver, and from the embarrassment he felt at Lois seeing him in so private a moment.

" No, Lois, you weren't dreaming, apparently I was, but you weren't. However, as I recall, I don't remember waking to find you in the room…"

" No, that's because after your little thrash and scream, I backed out very quietly, and then came into the room, pretending I just came back. I didn't want to embarrass you, although I can tell you are now. Look, Clark, it's okay", Lois stated as she put her hand over his.

" What do you mean?", Clark asked.

" I mean…well…Oliver's hot, and he knows it. I don't blame you for having those dreams, or fantasizing about him, he's a good looking guy that would make the straightest man or boy start to drool and have wet dreams. It's okay to fantasize, Clark", Lois answered.

" Lois…it's not just fantasies and dreams. I have these…feelings for him and since he's the only guy I've had these types of feelings for, I'm not sure if that makes me bi or gay", Clark replied carefully.

" You love him", it was a statement rather than a question.

" Maybe?", Clark replied.

" You don't know?", Lois asked.

" Love is not a strong suit of mine. I thought I loved Lana, but that was child's play. What I feel right now, for Oliver, is…I don't know how to describe it, but it's different…definitely not childish, it's more grown up", Clark stated flatly.

" So you do love him then", Lois said.

" I don't know, I mean I want him…God do I want him, but that certainly isn't equal to love. I just feel different when I'm around him", Clark replied.

" And that isn't love how?", Lois asked.

" I don't know. But it doesn't matter anyways, because Ollie is straight so whether I love him or just lust for him, it won't matter because nothing can come of it, so there", Clark replied, angrily, and then got up and left before Lois could reply. She sighed and then got up and went back to the Daily Planet, figuring Clark would get to it all on his own.