"I had fun tonight" Clark said as Oliver walked him towards his door. It was one of the best nights of his life, he was just trying to play it cool.

They stopped at the door and Clark turned to say goodnight only to be assaulted by Oliver's lips. Clark complied, letting the blonde into his mouth. Oliver was good at kissing. There was no way to deny it. Swapping between sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lips, while his hands swept erratically over the younger man's back and ass. Clark felt like mush.

"Sorry, can't help it." Oliver breathed as he broke slightly for air, before going back in for more.

"Ollie. We should uh-" Clark's words where cut off as Oliver began to suck and lick at the pulse point on his neck. "Go inside."

"Mmkay" the blond replied, trailing kisses across Clark's jaw.

They just about managed to get inside and into the living room before Clark had Oliver against the wall kissing into his neck. Placing soft kisses up the column of his neck Clark's mouth found Oliver's ear and he began to suck on the lobe.

Oliver let out little noises as he began to grind his hips against the brunet's.

"I'm not normally this forward." Clark whispered into his ear.

"I don't mind, really really. Do not mind at all." Oliver replied as Clarks hand disappeared under his shirt.

It was no secret that Oliver Queen had a good body, and it was nothing Clark had not seen before… but there was no way it should feel as good as it did. "Bedroom" Clark rumbled as his thumb brushed at the blonde's nipple.

"Hey, hey. Let's just take a second." Oliver mumbled as he pushed against Clark's chest. "I'm not in any rush to get you in bed. I mean, not that I don't want to and… God you look so sexy right now."

"You think I look sexy?" Clark asked as he tried to compose himself, a dopey grin across his face.

"A little bit." Oliver replied with a wink. "I don't want to rush you. You just tell me when you are ready, I can wait."

"Ollie. I'm ready."

Clark's single bed was not the perfect place for their first time but it was enough. Clark lay on his back naked making little moaning gasps as Oliver kissed down his torso. Circling around the brunet's navel with his tongue, Oliver began to lift up Clark's legs.

"Just relax, beautiful." Oliver purred as his now lubed fingers found their way to Clarks Hole. Clark let out a gasp as one finger slipped inside. The blonde rubbed circles on his belly as he started to move in and out slowly. Adding a second finger, while his other hand still rubbed circles, he began to place soft kisses on his lover's thighs.

"Want you." Clark managed to whisper in between gasps. Oliver shifted and kissed Clark as his fingers slid out.

Lining up with Clark's hole, Oliver began to enter him slowly. Clark immediately tried to pull away.

"Ollie." He moaned, grabbing onto the blonds shoulders.

"Just relax handsome. I'll be as gentle as I can. It gets better." Oliver purred as he slid the rest of the way in. Oliver Kissed at Clark's neck letting the brunet relax around him. He started to move slowly, not talking his eyes from Clark's face. Moans and gasps quickly filled the air around them as they became lost in the sensations. Oliver's hand found its way to Clark's cock and he began to pump to the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Open your eyes, please." Ollie purred, feeling Clark's release grow near.

How was Oliver managing to be polite when Clark could only, just about, say one word?

"Ollie." Clark gasped as the blond hit something inside him and he began to cum. Feeling Clark release and the tightness around him Oliver knew he was going to follow. Repeating Clark's name like he was worshiping a God, Oliver released inside his lover.

Bliss overthrew the pair as they lay in each other's arms, each laying lazy kisses on the other.

"Was I ok?" Clark asked.

"You were perfect." Oliver replied, nuzzling into the crook of the brunet's neck.

I can't believe it. Tonight will be one I always remember. So perfect. I can feel myself fall for him the more I am with him. He is in my bed right now, sleeping. I just hope he felt as good as I did earlier. He said I was perfect, I know he was.

-Oliver-

"Morning boyscout." Oliver said feeling eyes on him. "Where you watching me sleep?"

"I couldn't help it, you look so peaceful." Clark replied as the blonde kissed his forehead.

"It's the best night's sleep I have had in a long while. I wish I didn't have to work today." Oliver sighed as he snuggled in closer.

"Can't you get the day off? I hear your boss is a great guy."

"As great as he is… 'Lazing in bed with my boyfriend' is not the best excuse to cancel 3 meetings."

"I'm your boyfriend?" Clark asked, his face beaming.

"Well you best not be anyone else's. I would have to kill them." Oliver joked.

"Morning boys." Chloe said with a knowing smirk as the two approached the Sofa. "You know Clark. I think we need a talk with the landlord. These walls are just not the quality we were lead to believe."

Clark choked on his orange juice as Oliver let out a laugh.

"Don't blush gorgeous. She's just jealous."

"And from the noises keeping me awake, I have every right to be."

"Chloe please!" Clark's face was going a darker shade of red each second. "I'm going to see Ollie out." The brunet explained as he pushed his boyfriend towards the door.

"Last night was amazing." Oliver said as they got outside the front door.

"Can I see you later?" Clark asked.

"Do you even have to ask?" The blonde joked.

That's when it happened.

Clark felt something hit his shoulder and bounce off.

"Clark, I love-" Oliver said, his face turning into a frown.

He fell forwards into Clark's arms. Blood trickling from the bullet hole in his chest.

"Ollie? Ollie hold on." Clark said pulling the blond tight against him. "I'm going to get you to the hospital. You are going to be fine." Oliver passed out against Clarks shoulder. 'You are not dying.' Clark said to himself as he shot into the air.

Flying was such a rush, despite him not being able to look down. He had no idea how he was doing it. Apparently he could when he was on red kryptonite, so it was no big shock.

He burst through the hospital doors. "Somebody help, He's been shot."

"Quickly, place him on this bed sweetheart." An older lady in a dark blue nurse's uniform advised. "What is his name?"

"It's Ollie, Uh, Oliver Jonas Queen." Clark answered, panic addling his brain. "Tell me he is going to be OK. Please." Clark begged as Oliver was wheeled away from him.

"We will do the best we can sweetheart. You just calm yourself down. Does Mr Queen have any relatives or friends we should contact?" The Older nurse asked.

"No, well I suppose I best call his work and let them know. Will you please let me know as soon-"

"Sir, as soon as I know anything about Mr Queen's status, you will be the next to know."

Clark thanked her and started towards the doors. When he got outside he took out his cell phone and called Chloe.

"Clark? What happened? You said you were seeing Oliver out and you disappeared."

"Chloe." Clark said, doing his best not to let out a sob. "Someone shot me, and after it bounced off my stupid skin it hit him. Ollie is dying and it's my fault."

"Oh my God Clark. Is it bad?"

"It looks bad. I think he was about to tell me he loves me. How can he, when it can kill him just being next to me?" Clark sobbed, unable to keep his tears in any longer.

"Look, this is NOT your fault. You stick around at the hospital and I will see what I can find out. Clark, you have to be strong. He will pull through this." Chloe said waiting for his response.

After agreeing Clark hung up and called Queen Industries. He let the receptionist know he would update them as soon as he knew anything.

Wiping at his face, he went back into the hospital and took a seat. Nothing to do now but wait.