Want and Desire 4
Clark awoke slowly and was confused as he woke up. Then yesterday's events came rushing at him. He was alert immediately as he sat up completely and fixed his eyes on the blonde in the bed. Oliver was curled up on his side, facing Clark. He was sound asleep and Clark marveled at the peaceful expression on his face. He hadn't looked that peaceful since Clark had found him, curled up brokenly in the factory.
His throat seized and his eyes burned as he thought of what Emil had told him and Chloe. Clark's hand gently stroked Ollie's cheek and he smiled sadly at the small moan that parted from between soft lips. Pressing his lips against Oliver's heated forehead, he froze at the sound of a low, sleepy voice, "Clark, I'm sleeping."
Eyes watering he sat on the bed and gently pulled Ollie into his arms. The blonde snuggled into him. Clark pulled the blanket up to tuck around Ollie and brought his hand up to stroke Ollie's hair.
Night had fallen outside as Ollie started to stir in his arms. Head pillowed against Clark's chest, he nuzzled into it with a groan. Clark smiled and then spoke, "Ollie, you awake ?" He asked, quietly. He slid out of the bed quickly and reached a hand out to the side of Oliver's face. Warm brown eyes flickered open to meet his green.
"Hey Sleepyhead." Clark teased, affectionately. Oliver blinked around for a moment then looked back at Clark. "Am I in the hospital ?" He asked, voice raspy and quiet.
"Yeah, you collapsed back at Watchtower. So, I sped you here and Emil checked you out." Clark said and watched Oliver's expression shift. It went from a sleepy, soft, confused look to a scared, vulnerable, exposed look. Clark reached a hand out to grasp Oliver's.
Oliver knew, he just knew. It was in the way Clark looked at him, the way he spoke to him. Clark knew what had happened to him at the factory. Tears stung his eyes and he bit his lip. Taking a deep breath he spoke, "You know, don't you." It was a statement not a question.
Clark sat on the side of the bed and pulled Oliver into his arms. Oliver rested his forehead on Clark's shoulder and let himself be held. He usually was so tough around Clark. He had a thick mask and a guard up around the taller man. He had never wanted Clark to see him as weak or broken or anything like that. But, he here was letting the farm boy hold him and rub his back. Oliver let tears leak from his eyes and pool on Clark's shoulder,
"I do know what happened Ollie. But, it's only me and Chloe and Emil that know. If you don't want anybody else to know, then they won't." Clark reassured him, rocked Oliver back and forth. "Ollie, shh." Clark soothed him. He repeated nonsensical platitudes, shushed him, hummed randomly. He never said once it would be okay because Clark knew that tit would take Oliver a long time to heal and Clark would be there for Oliver every step.
"Shh, Ollie." He rubbed the blonde's back and pulled him onto his lap. Oliver wrapped his arms around Clark's waist and buried his head in the crook of Clark's neck. He could feel Oliver shaking against him and feel the tears on his neck dry.
Oliver sniffled, wetly. "I don't know what to feel or anything." He mumbled into the brunette's neck. "A part of me knows what happened and is registering it, but then there's this other part of me that has kind of detached from it, y'know. Its like some distant foggy thing." He said with a ragged breath.
Clark didn't say anything, it was better that way. He rocked Oliver until the blonde fell asleep on his lap. Clark laid Ollie down on the bed on his stomach and pulled the bed sheet up and over him. Oliver made a sleepy noise of disagreement, a frown working onto his lips.
Clark reached out to stroke Ollie's hair. It instantly soothed the other man. He heard three mumbled words slip from Ollie's parted lips, "Save me, Clark." Tears stung his pained green eyes and gathering up the slender man into his arms, he promised to do just that.