Kent Farm, Smallville, Kansas
Being a Saturday, and also his day-off, Clark simply has no reason to get out of bed as he mumbles his satisfaction. Mumbling in unison is the love of his life, Oliver Queen, who's lying with his back to him, with the duvet wrapping nicely around his naked body.
Turning to his side, so his naked front's facing Ollie's back, Clark slides up to his still sleeping lover and kisses him softly on the neck, his hand resting nicely on Ollie's hip.
"Mmm," Clark moans, loving the taste that is one Oliver Queen, as he changes to sucking on that particular spot that he'd learned some time ago is the blonde's weak-spot, "Good morning, handsome." He sucks some more, hard enough to bruise, "God, you taste so good."
Having woke up just a few seconds ago but not having the energy to move, not after last night anyway, Ollie swerves his head to the side, enough so he can see Clark's face and smiles, "Good morning to you too, beautiful. So," he starts before he twists his body round so he's now facing Clark, "Now that you've woken me up, what's on today's agenda?"
Before Clark can answer, he leans over and kisses Ollie softly on the lips, passionate and not at all forceful like it was last night. He then pulls back, hearing the moan leave through Ollie's lips and bringing a smile to the young reporter's face, "We could stay in bed all day. How does that sound?"
Ollie responds with a quick kiss, lying his head back onto the pillow, "That sounds great," and he's about to say something else they should do in bed when they hear a loud thud somewhere downstairs. Clark swiftly uses his x-ray vision and smirks at what he's seeing down below.
"…Looks like that'll have to wait 'til later. It appears that Lois' has woken up and is now feeling the full effect of a hangover. I'd better get dressed and help her out." Clark then climbs out of bed, slinging his side of the duvet to one side, his naked, well-developed body shining in the mid-morning Sun.
Ollie moans at the sudden loss of Clark's body and warmth before eventually doing the same as his lover. He too climbs out of bed, naked as the day he was born, lifting his arms into the air and giving out a long, cat-like stretch, feeling completely relaxed afterwards. He's about to bend over and grab his boxers off the floor when Clark sneaks up behind, fully dressed thanks to his super-speed, and wraps his arms around him, smothering the side of his neck with soft kisses.
"Mmhmm…you taste so good," Clark moans between kisses, massaging Ollie's pecs, his thumb and forefinger on both hands twiddling his nipples to make them as hard as bullets.
"Smallville!?" The couple hear Lois' voice calling Clark from downstairs and he instantly releases a moan, not wanting to leave Ollie looking so delectable, "Okay, that's enough for now, stud. The beautiful damsel appears to be in distress." Ollie enlightens, a grin on his face as he gently pushes himself away from Clark, hearing another moan leave the young reporter's lips as he makes his way over to the door, kissing him on the lips as he passes.
"Hey, give her a break, Ollie. You've seen what state she was in when we left Chloe and Jimmy's engagement party last night. If anything would've happened to her if I let her drive home drunk, I'd never forgive myself," Clark explains, watching as Ollie crosses his arms, one side of his mouth creasing upwards. A gesture Clark understands to be Ollie's jealous look.
"Ah hah…is there something you might want to tell me, Clark?" Ollie asks, but before he can continue mocking Clark with pretend jealousy, his lips are abruptly attacked by said person, their lips and tongues clashing together, leaving them both breathless when they finish.
"I have nothing to say, Ollie, and you've nothing to worry about. Lois' one of my closest friends, next to Chloe and Jimmy, and I care about her. As friends, you understand." He then kisses Ollie again, backing away to see him smiling, knowing full well that Ollie knew he and Lois are just friends, nothing else.
"You do understand that I was kidding, right? I know that you'd never do anything to hurt me. Now, go before she comes barging in here and sees me like this." Ollie pushes him gently towards the door again, Clark laughing at what he'd just said.
"See you downstairs. I'll be making breakfast for the both of you," Clark announces, winking at him as he walks out of there, leaving Ollie to grin at the fact that he's completely exultant to have Clark in his life and to slip on some clothes…
A few minutes earlier, Lois, who's sprawled out on the living room couch, slowly opens her eyes, blinking as her sight adjusts to the shaded light coming through the closed curtains and to the strange surroundings. As she sits up, her mind tries to recall what essentially happened last night at Chloe and Jimmy's engagement party and how she got to sleeping on Clark's couch.
Looking around she finds the place eerily quiet, no-one in the kitchen and her ears can't pick any voices coming from the next door rooms. Could they still be asleep too? Lois asks herself, calling out for Clark just to make sure.
"Smallville!?"
As though like magic, Clark appears seemingly out of nowhere, fully clothed, his regular blue t-shirt and jeans, and holding a glass of cold water in one hand. Before handing it to Lois, he drops two tablets in which will help her with her hangover, fizzing as it starts to dissolve into the water.
"Good morning Lois. Thought you might need one of these." He offers her the glass, the smile on his face revealing his pearly whites, as she takes it without question or her usual sarcasm.
Lois' eyes dart from Clark to her dress hanging loosely on Martha Kent's antique spinning wheel, and back to Clark, her head suddenly filling with all sorts of weird and awkward thoughts. Lois quickly realizes that it's probably best if she just got it out into the open than facing the dreaded humiliation when Ollie eventually shows his face to scream all sorts of obscenity "Please, tell me we didn't…" She didn't finish the rest of the sentence, thinking Clark's smart enough to catch the jist of it.
Clark's eyes crease in confusion, obviously not catching her drift.
Her mind huffs in frustration that Clark isn't getting it so, to make it easier for him, she nods her head in the direction of her dress, accompanied with a sharp, "Ah, hum."
Now he gets what she's trying to verbalize, letting out a short huff of a laugh, walking in the dress' direction, "You know, you're hysterical when you're hung-over, Lois." He then picks up the crimson garment and flings it onto the space beside her, Lois's eyes meanwhile never leaving Clark as he states with that smile still on his face, "Don't worry…you got changed all by yourself. In the kitchen, for like an hour. Kept myself and Ollie amused."
Lois endeavours to blot that little piece of information from her mind as she takes a sip from the drink Clark offered her but makes a face when she catches a good whiff of it. She places it carefully on the coffee table and notices the large bowl which would've contained something incredibly gross, but thankfully Clark cleaned it out when he was absolutely sure Lois wasn't going to throw up anything else before he went to bed.
"I take it I took a little drive on the porcelain highway." She states, knowing full well that she did, thanks to the bad aftertaste in her mouth which reminds her to brush her teeth once she's back at the Talon.
"More like a cross-country trip." Clark answers before brusquely opening the curtains, the Sun shining right into Lois' eyes, causing her to jump back in her seat, her right hand guarding them from the dazzling light. She lets out a deep sigh as this has caused her headache to worsen, "Look, Smallville, you two didn't have to look after me last night. I would've been perfectly fine on my own back at the Talon."
He shakes his head, hands on his hips, "Well, I don't think Jimmy and Chloe would've appreciated a Whitesnake sing-along, do you?" His smile gets bigger and all Lois can do is huff at him when she suddenly realizes something.
"Chloe." Lois' up on her feet, picking up her dress on the way up as she looks around the floor frantically for her shoes, "Err, I was supposed to meet her for a dress fitting first thing this morning."
Ollie chooses this moment to enter the scene, garbing a green t-shirt, weirdly in the same style as Clark's, a pair of slim, faded jeans and some nice-looking trainers, catching the last part of what she just said, "I've got some business to attend to in Metropolis. I could give you a lift on my way there?" He offers with a smile as bright as Clark's on his face. For that split-second, Lois thinks that they appear more like twins than a fully-fledged couple.
Having enough of their hospitality for one day, Lois stops them in their tracks with a gesture, "Alright boys, you may've held my hair, but I don't want you two holding my hand. This may shock you but I can still drive a car." She states, sliding her feet into her high-heels, garbed in one of Clark's old high-school football jersey, which thankfully fits her like a dress.
"Not if it's not here." Clark answers, his hands in his jean pockets as he steps a little closer to Lois, Ollie using the kitchen counter behind her to check he hasn't forgotten anything before he leaves for Metropolis. "This might come as a shock, but you were in no condition to get behind the wheel."
Having lost this battle Lois lets out a defeated sigh, a crack of a smile forming on her lips, "Thanks for the ride?" She then turns around to face Ollie, "Does your offer for a lift still stand?"
Ollie has to smile, his pearly whites on full effect, "Of course."
"Great, I'll just make myself look more…presentable." She then disappears up the stairs to the bathroom, her heeled feet clicking hard against the polished flooring, leaving the couple on their own, if only for a few minutes.
"So," Clark utters, stepping up to Ollie, who's still checking that he's got everything, "What's your business up in Metropolis? Is it the usual, boring business or the "dressing up in green leather" business?" Clark's left smiling after saying that as Ollie looks up and leans forward, kissing him softly on the lips before backing up, "The usual, boring business, I'm afraid. I'll only be a couple of hours, tops. Then we can get back to our proposed Saturday routine." He leans in for another kiss, longer this time, more passionate. Just to show Clark what he's going to be in for later.
"Hmm, I can't wait." Clark has a feeling that today's going to be a good day…
