Chapter 2: His Dream

" Don't stop! God, Clark, don't stop," Oliver moaned as Clark ground his hips into Oliver's. Clark could feel his erection press against the thick length of Oliver's, and he groaned into the older man's ears.

" I won't, Ollie," Clark replied. They ground their hips together, and both men moaned at the sensations that rushed through their bodies. Clark ran his hands up Ollie's chest and felt his heart pounding faster. It was finally going to happen! He was finally going to make love to the man he had wanted for years!

" I need you, Clark" Oliver whispered into his ear. He could barely hear himself think above the pounding of the blood in his ears.

" I want you so much," Clark said, as he looked down into the lust-blown eyes of his partner.

" You've got me, Clark. I won't leave you. Ever" Oliver Replied, leaning up to steal a kiss from the brunette. They both deepened the kiss and Clark gasped, which gave the opportunity for Oliver to slip his tongue into Clark's mouth. Their tongues entwined and rolled against each other. Clark peeled himself away from Oliver to unbutton his shirt and take it off.

Oliver looked up at the exposed skin that Clark provided for him and he ran his hands up the muscular chest above him. He watched as Clark closed his eyes and ground his hips down into Oliver. Oliver moaned and thrust his hips up and his erection rubbed against Clark's. Oliver flipped them over and started to ground into Clark.

Clark looked up at the blonde grinding against him and wrapped his arms around the older man as he felt himself get closer to his release. He felt a hand slip between them and cup his erection through his jeans. He grabbed Oliver's head and brought him down for a kiss as he wrapped his legs around the older man's waist and thrust himself up into Oliver, causing a groan to come from the older man and a scream from his own throat as they both came against each other.

Clark tossed and sat up in his bed. He sat panting and he ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair as he ran his other hand down his chest, which was also drenched in sweat and he groaned when he found his boxers were wet with come. He shifted and got out of bed.

Another erotic dream about Oliver. It certainly wasn't his first dream, and certainly not the first time he had found himself with stained boxers and sheets to match. He was only glad that his mom didn't do his laundry anymore to witness his shame. He was however, getting tired of always needing to wash his sheets every-second- day.

As Clark had his shower, he thought about the first time he'd had an erotic dream about Oliver. It had been about a year or so ago. It was the night that he had first seen Oliver's shirtless body, and the dream involved him worshipping Oliver's body with his lips, teeth, and tongue. That night he awoke was the first time in almost five years that he'd had a wet dream. He'd been ashamed at first, but when the dreams started becoming nightly occurrences, it started to matter less and less.

However, when he started daydreaming, that's when things got out-of-hand, not to mention awkward, especially after Lois started to notice when he went into his own little world. And seeing Ollie really didn't help at all, and he was starting to feel perverted for making sure Ollie was only half decent before speeding up to the Clock Tower. Oliver hadn't made any wisecracks about it and for that he was glad, because how do you explain to your very male, not to mention, very positively straight male best friend that you like to play Peeping Tom from ground level? He didn't imagine it would go over so well, so he kept to himself.

He had to admit that finally telling someone about it made him feel loads better, and he didn't think Lois would be so supportive, considering she had dated the man that Clark fantasized about on a daily basis. He felt his cheeks start to heat up and he realized he was just standing under the freezing cold water that was cascading over his body. He shivered, even though the cold didn't really bother him. He sped to his room and got dressed for work, setting a new record for himself in time.

He heard a knock on the door and froze. He didn't even hear the person coming into the yard. Wow, am I off today, he thought to himself as he jogged down the stairs normally, just in case it was Lois, or the mailman or something. What surprised him the most was the blonde that looked like he just stepped out of bed standing on his kitchen doorstep.

" Oliver," Clark said, walking over to the coffeepot, and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

" You sound surprised," the blonde commented, from somewhere very close behind him. Clark turned around to find himself nose-to-nose with the blonde billionaire.

Clark actually jumped back, hitting the counter, and bouncing back off and into Oliver, who caught him in a downwards dip. " Whoa, boy. I never thought I'd actually have to save Clark Kent…from a counter" the blonde commented, grinning.

Clark pulled out of his arms and put about four feet between them. " Yeah… uhm… sorry, Ollie. I just didn't hear you come up behind me" Clark stammered.

" What is with you today, Clark? I've never seen you so…not you" Oliver said, trying valiantly not to smile at how utterly lost and confused Clark looked.

" I don't know. I just woke up today…I mean I feel fine…but, I just have no idea what is wrong with me. First, I woke up feeling fine, but then I stood in the shower for…forty-five minutes, under cold water! Not that it bothers me, but I stood there, immobile. And…I shivered! I don't shiver, you've seen the way I am in the cold, I don't shiver. And then you show up on my doorstep and I didn't hear you coming…umm…up the driveway…into the yard, and then you come to stand right behind me and I didn't even know it!" Clark exclaimed, then sat at the table and stared at the table top, pouting.

" Wow, if this is what you are like first thing in the morning, I'm glad I'm not sleeping beside you…not that I want to, but seriously, have you been drinking? Cause I think I know what's wrong with you. It's called a hangover. Taking some Tylenol would be good for you" Oliver replied.

Clark's ears jumped at the whole 'sleeping beside him' thing, and he could definitely get used to the idea, not that Ollie wanted to or anything, but man did Clark wish he wanted it. Then he thought back to his chat with Lois yesterday and he wondered, Is this what love is?

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