Chapter 9: Less Lonely Days Ahead
The elevator stopped as it arrived at Oliver Queen's Penthouse at the top of the apartment complex. Bart opened the doors and then took Whitney's hand as he led the blonde out of the elevator and into the beautiful, luxurious space before turning to the jock and giving him a kiss on the lips. "Thank you for tonight."
"You're welcome, beautiful," Whitney said with a grin on his face before taking a long look around the living area that they were standing in. "So this is Mr. Queen's place? You sure that he won't mind us being here?"
"He might," Bart replied. "But I kinda doubt it since we're teammates and all. Besides, since I know his secret now, and the others don't, I'll just hold it over him if he gets mad about this or the car."
"You shouldn't do that, Bart," Whitney said. "Isn't he your friend? Holding something like that over his head doesn't really seem like the right thing to do."
"Come on, blondie," Bart said with a frustrated sigh as he pulled away from Whitney and moved a few steps away, turning his back to the jock. "Don't be like Clark and lecture me like he always does. I don't need that. I just wanted to give you a good night."
"And you have been," Whitney said as he moved over, wrapping his arms around Bart's waist and leaning down onto the hero's shoulder. "I just don't want you to get in trouble with your boss."
"I won't," Bart assured him, sighing deeply as he leaned back into Whitney's embrace. "Let's don't talk about Oliver anymore. I want to focus on us, blondie." He turned around in the embrace and kissed the blonde on the mouth once more. "How about a tour of the place? Perhaps more specifically, a tour of one of the guest bedrooms."
Whitney smiled brightly. "I like the sound of that."
Bart smirked. "I thought you would, blondie. Come on." Bart grabbed Whitney's hand and pulled him gently forward, up a short flight of stairs, past the clock wall that housed the Green Arrow gear, and down a long hallway that led into the other rooms of the house. After a short walk down the hall, the speedster stopped at a door, turned the handle and opened it to reveal a spacious bedroom. He walked in, leading his boyfriend in behind him.
Whitney took in the room that they'd entered and suddenly felt a bit weird. "Umm, are you sure this isn't Oliver's bedroom?"
"Positive," Bart replied. "His is at the end of the hall. I know better then to go in there. He would kill me then."
Whitney nodded and closed the door after feeling the reassurance of Bart's words. Turning back toward where his boyfriend was, the blonde looked his brown haired lover up and down, smiling when the hood of his jacket finally came down to reveal his face. The jock didn't care about the way Bart's face looked at all. It didn't matter to him. All that mattered was finally being able to be close to someone again that wasn't going to hurt him.
Bart regarded Whitney carefully after he pulled his hood down, feeling as if he should turn away from the blonde that he'd rescued earlier in the day. He could see the smile on the jock's face and was reassured instantly that it was a loving smile and that his face problem didn't matter at all. Ever so slowly, the hero unzipped his red jacket to reveal the red shirt underneath it before pulling the jacket off. He of course was in his civilian clothes. He had known better then to have worn his Impulse costume out in public, especially to a club run by Intergang.
As Bart's jacket hit the floor, Whitney slowly moved over to Bart and touched his left shoulder with his right hand before pulling him in close for an embrace. He could feel that the hero was slightly shaking and knew instantly that he was nervous. "It's alright, speedy. I'm a little nervous too."
"I've never been with a guy before," Bart admitted as he nuzzled his head against Whitney's strong, left pectoral muscle. "Actually, I'm still a virgin."
Whitney wasn't too shocked to hear the news. Bart was still quite young after all, but considering how quick the kid was, it did surprise him. "Everyone is at one part of their life anyway. You're only my second guy, Bart, but I've never been with a girl myself... Well, unless you count being raped while I was in that hell hole."
Bart pulled away in shock. "You were raped? It was the green guy, wasn't it?"
"No," Whitney replied with a sigh. "I really don't feel all that up to talking about this, but if I can't tell my boyfriend, then who can I tell, right? It was the big, bald guy that did it. His name was Ubu."
"But you never knew the name of the ring leader?" Bart asked.
Whitney shook his head. "It was never mentioned. I wish I could give you a name, Bart. The search for those that did this to me would be a lot easier, but they were really careful about not revealing who he was."
"Almost like they planned for you to one day escape," Bart stated. "As much as I don't want to admit it, it makes sense. You could just be another pawn in this game they're playing still."
"That makes sense," Whitney said. "But it's something to worry about for another day. Probably tomorrow if your team gets out of the hospital. I'll be more then willing to help you guys out with any information you need."
"Maybe you could be an even greater help then that," Bart said, his eyes lighting up slightly from the thought he'd had. "I know you don't have abilities like us, but maybe you could be brought into the fold. You know our secret identities now, and you've taken my breath away, honestly, so maybe you should work with us. Chloe Sullivan already does, and she's not got super powers."
"Chloe?" Whitney asked. "I didn't see that coming. I have a feeling that Clark's working with you guys as well, considering that he seems pretty friendly with you guys."
"Yeah, Clark's my bro, blondie," Bart said, managing a smile. "We all think pretty high of him."
"Well, what would I do for the team?" Whitney asked. "Sure, I can fight because of my basic training, but I don't know if that's really enough. I could get hurt doing the stuff you guys do. I'm not that bad a cook though. My mom taught me everything she knew when I was younger. I guess I could be the team's personal chef."
"Yeah, yeah!" Bart said, clearly excited. "Now you're thinking, blondie. See, we need ya. It's simple as that. Tomorrow, we'll talk to Ollie about it, and have you inducted before you can blink."
"Well, it's still tonight, so we should take things one step at a time," Whitney said, smiling.
"I know what that's code for," Bart smirked. "Bon chicka wow, wow!"
Whitney chuckled. "Yeah, that's basically what I was going for." He leaned in and claimed Bart's lips, kissing him passionately as they slowly moved over toward the bed behind them, both falling onto it, Whitney laying on top of Bart as they continued to make out.
Bart reached underneath Whitney's shirt, pulling it off him, the jock having to stop kissing long enough for the shirt to come off all the way before it was thrown to the floor. The speedster gripped his boyfriend's ass tightly as Whitney's kisses started to trail down Bart's tender neck. He groaned slightly as the jock lapped his ear with his tongue, the feeling deep in his groin driving him crazy as his erection was getting harder, and he could feel Whitney's doing the same as well.
The former marine was just about to go nuts keeping things as slow as they were, but he didn't want to freak Bart out by just taking complete control of him. It had been so long since there had been any control on his end, and despite that he slightly remembered what it was like to really make love, exploration seemed very necessary for him at this moment, the feeling to make the space of time last forever. However, his instincts were slowly taking over as he slowly lifted Bart up and pulled his red shirt off of him, throwing it down to where Whitney's previously discarded shirt was already laying.
When Bart was finally pulled up and his shirt taken off, he took the opportunity to help Whitney with his pants by unbuttoning and unzipping them for him and then watched in delight as Whitney pulled his own pants down, discarding them and his boots as he kicked them off with the pants. The hero was then helpless for the first time in a long time as he watched his lover pull his own red Nike running shoes off and then move up to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them for him before pulling them right off. They were both only in their boxers at that point.
However, that brief moment didn't last long as Whitney quickly discarded his own boxers and smiled as Bart followed suit pulling his own off before tossing them to the floor. Whitney laid down on his back on the bed as Bart pulled himself over to the blonde and kissed him on the lips once before moving down Whitney's bare chest, giving him light kisses all the way down to his throbbing erection where he began to slowly suck on it, not even sure if he was doing it right.
Upon hearing the pleased moans come out of Whitney's mouth, Bart knew that he was at least doing something correctly. That was what mattered after all. The hero just wanted to give his new and first boyfriend the experience of a lifetime, and that was what the boy planned to do for him.
"Damn that feels good, Bart," Whitney let slip from his mouth as his eyes closed and he laid his head back on the pillow. The tender treatment that he was being given reminded him of his first sexual experience with the guy that he'd known in the marines, as he had been gentle with him as well after the horrible experience that he'd gone through. Then again, Bart had saved him from something far worse then Lana Lang breaking his heart, so the tenderness was all the more important to him, and it made him fall even further in love with the brown haired hero.
After a few moments longer, Bart removed his mouth from around Whitney's cock, receiving a grieved moan from his lover that of which Bart smirked at. "Oh, don't be a big baby. This is when the real fun begins." He pulled himself on top of Whitney and got ready to position his boyfriend's cock near his opening.
Whitney was slightly alarmed. "Bart, you want to go it raw? Don't you know that's gonna hurt?"
Bart smirked and put his hands on his bare hips. "Are you kidding? Impulse doesn't feel pain."
Whitney wasn't so sure, but he would let him continue what he was doing anyway. The boy was on top of him after all. There wasn't a whole lot he could do about it anyway. "Alright, it's your funeral."
Bart shook his head and then removed his hands from his hips, moving his left hand to grasp Whitney's cock once more as he positioned it, feeling Whitney's hands lightly touching his thighs, getting ready to begin. The jock had been right. There was a stinging, burning sensation that was running through Bart's ass that he couldn't control at that moment. It really did hurt after all. He should've listened to his lover, but the brunette wasn't about look weak or stupid. The speedster was going to get through this, and remember it for next time so he could allow Whitney to do whatever it took to keep the pain from occurring.
Whitney thrusted very slowly inside Bart. He was no fool. His lover was in great pain, and he could tell it just by looking at the faked expression that he had on his face. "Are you alright, speedy?"
"I'm fine, blondie," Bart moaned out. "Just keep going."
Whitney reluctantly nodded as he rubbed Bart's thighs slowly, feeling the hairs that poked out as he continued to thrust within his lover, not even thinking about going faster for a moment. However, the jock thought of something that might help to get his boyfriend's mind off of the pain as he grasped the erection in front of him with his right hand, keeping his left on the thigh that it was on as he stroked up and down the shaft.
Bart's pain threshold was being tested to its limits that night, no doubt. However, something else suddenly began to occur as he looked down, seeing that Whitney was jerking him off. The mere feel of his boyfriend doing that for him was enough to distract his pain slightly as he allowed the thrusts inside him to go deeper and for a longer amount of time. Despite his pain, their first sexual experience together, and Bart's first period, was turning out to be great. He could only hope that there would be more nights like this one to come for them. The brunette could actually see them spending the rest of their lives together. It was probably too early to really be thinking about that though, and as his climax came, the realization that another was occurring inside him as well was recognized.
As they had both came, Bart fell off of him to lay on the bed beside him as Whitney used the sheet to clean Bart's cum off of his chest before moving to wrap his arm around his boyfriend, smiling to him. "That was great."
"It was perfect," Bart said. "We should get some sleep."
"I couldn't agree more," Whitney responded. "Goodnight, speedy."
"Goodnight, blondie," Bart said before giving a short kiss to his boyfriend's lips and then closing his eyes, falling to sleep instantly with his arms around Whitney's naked body, reassured that the jock's were as well.
"You're kidding me?" Bruno Mannheim asked, disbelief in his voice as he still sat in the VIP section of the club, things having dwindled down an hour ago. "You're telling me that you actually confronted them? You fucking little shits. I have half a mind to kill the lot of you right now."
"Sir, you don't know the full story," one of the men said.
"I don't want to hear it!" Bruno yelled, his anger having reached the boiling point. "The lot of you are pathetic pledges to Intergang. I don't know why I even bothered with any of you. You've more then likely now got the press coming my way."
"I don't think that's going to happen," a different man said.
"Oh, really?" Bruno asked. "And just why is that?"
"Because on of them, the shorter one, he has powers," the same man said.
"Powers?" Bruno asked. "What powers? Do you really think I'm going to believe this garbage?"
"You have to believe us," a big man said. "He attacked us from out of nowhere basically. He was just standing there one moment, and the next, we were all on the ground."
"It's true," another said.
"Must've been one of those freaks from Smallville that I keep hearing rumors about," Bruno stated. "Doesn't matter! I want the lot of you out of my sight right now before I decide to put a bullet in all of your heads!"
And just like that, the lot of them filed down the stairs, practically running for the exit of the club as Bruno turned away from the retreating bunch, looking to the businessman that he had been talking with earlier in the evening. "I should kill them all, you know?"
"These days, we can't afford to loose anyone unnecessarily," the businessman stated.
"Thus why I'm not going to kill them sadly, no matter how stupid they might be," Bruno said. "Apparently I have to keep a leash on the lot of them."
A screen at the back of the room flickered to life as a dark figure appeared before Bruno and the others. They all turned toward the screen and bowed their heads, knowing that the dark figure would demand respect.
"What can we do for you, my lord?" Bruno asked.
"I know what those men were fighting," the dark voice said coldly. "Considering that I have been monitoring all activities near and in your facilities, I saw the entire fight. Apparently the boy did indeed us some ability to attack all of them within mere seconds before proclaiming that they're beating was thanks to something called The Justice League. If you're dealing with super powered beings in Metropolis, I will need to more readily equip you for this."
"What do you suggest?" Bruno asked, waiting patiently for an answer.
"You will wait for a portal to your world to open in your main warehouse in Suicide Slums tomorrow at noon," the dark voice replied. "Some new weapons for your men will be dispersed to you then."
"Very well, my lord," Bruno said as the screen flickered off. He turned to the others, wiping sweat from his brow. "We have to prepare for the arrival." With that said, Bruno turned and started for the stairs to leave the VIP area and then the club entirely.
'Clark Kent walked into The Smallville Medical Center, moving down the hallway as he rounded into the room that Chloe Sullivan was supposed to be in, but instead, he found a nurse standing in there instead. He was confused as she turned to him. "Where's Chloe Sullivan at? She was just here last night?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," the nurse replied. "She passed away in the middle of the night. There was nothing that we could do for her. We have her down in the morgue now."
Clark's eyes enlarged. "No, you have to be mistaken. She was fine last night when I came to see her. She recovered."
"There was a relapse, kid," the nurse said. "I wish we could've saved her, but there was nothing that could be done in the end."
Clark slowly moved out of the room and sat down in a chair in the hallway. He looked down at the ground, tears filling his eyes as he tried to cope with the fact that his best friend was now dead. She would never know that he had taken the chance and gone with her advice, giving Oliver a chance. Neither would she ever see Jimmy again, or hold him in her arms. Never again would Clark be able to get advice from her that always helped him with...
No! He had to stop thinking this way. She couldn't have been dead. There was no way that her ability would've ended up killing her like that. Getting up, Clark raced toward where the morgue was, having to hide when a few of the hospital staff walked by, but quickly continuing moments later as he arrived upon the morgue.
There were many rows of the boxes that dead bodies were kept in, and he didn't have the time to... There was a voice... Clark could barely hear screaming. Focusing his super hearing, Clark could distinctly make out that Chloe was calling for help. His eyes enlarged as he used his X-Ray vision to search inside all of the casings, finding the one that had a skeleton that was moving. He sped over to the box he needed and opened it up.
Stepping back in shock, Clark found that Chloe wasn't in there after all. It was Lex Luthor and he had a tape recorder in hand that had Chloe's screaming voice playing. "I know your secret, Clark, or should I say, Kal-El?"
Clark jolted up on the bed suddenly, breathing heavily as he looked around where he was, not recognizing the location at all for a moment before he looked over to his side, seeing that Oliver Queen was lying beside him on the small bed. Slowing his breathing down, Clark leaned back on the bed once more and wrapped his arm gently over Oliver's chest.
"What were you dreaming about, angel?" Oliver's voice asked as Clark looked up to him, his green eyes meeting with Oliver's deep brown eyes. "It looked pretty scary just from what I could tell. Though I didn't expect you to jump out of it like that."
"I'm sorry, Oliver," Clark said. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No," Oliver replied. "I've been awake for about an hour now just admiring you, though I did close my eyes when you woke, because I wasn't sure what you'd do. Anyway, I've pinched myself several times as well to see if I was still dreaming. I couldn't believe that you were lying next to me."
"I kinda forgot where I was before I looked over to see you," Clark admitted. "That dream kinda messed me up, I guess. I was in the med center in Smallville. I'd gone back to see Chloe, and the nurse told me that she had past on in the night. I couldn't believe it though and went to the morgue, hearing her screaming to be let out. When I opened the drawer though, Lex was in there saying that he knew my secret."
"Eerie," was all Oliver said about it.
"I guess that's one way of putting it," Clark said as he leaned up on the bed on the arm that wasn't around Oliver's waist. "So, last night did happen then? It was actually kinda part of the dream. I was thinking to myself that Chloe would never get to know that I had decided to take her advice and give you a chance."
"Well, I'm sure the dream didn't actually happen, Clark, so you've still got a chance," Oliver assured him. "I'm sure that'll probably be the first thing you do when you leave here, right?"
"No," Clark replied. "I have chores to do on the farm, and then I'll go see her."
"How is the farm doing anyway?" Oliver asked.
"The place is like a graveyard," Clark replied honestly. "My mom moved to DC to take Senator Burke's seat after he was killed."
"So now you're living there all alone?" Oliver asked, saddened by this news.
"Yeah," Clark replied. "But I'll get by. I always do."
"I can't have you there all by yourself," Oliver stated. "All of the Level 33.1 based that we had information for have been taken care of that we've figured. That mission to save Whitney had been given to us not too long after taking care of the latest one. All that's left really is the final place where Lex is keeping the meteor freaks. I think I'm going to turn my penthouse over to the team and live at the farm with you."
"Oliver, I can't ask you to make that kind of sacrifice," Clark said. "You're a really busy man, and living on a farm just doesn't seem you."
"It might not seem me, but I'm an adaptable kind of guy," Oliver stated. "And just the thought of you being there all alone irks me. There's no further reason to discuss it. I can move any business that I need to conduct down there, and get things done quickly, leaving more time to spend with you."
Clark shook his head. "Fine, but I warned you ahead of time. I want you to remember that."
"And thank you for that, but it was unnecessary," Oliver said, smiling. "Being with you, just the two of us... That sounds like an adventure worth living through. The question is, how long are you going to be able to stand living with me there?"
"I think I'll be able to adjust just fine," Clark replied with a smile of his own before he climbed his way out of the hospital bed, stretching a bit. "I need to take off now. I'll come back up later once I've finished with all I need to do in Smallville."
"I expect you to keep to that," Oliver said. "I'll need you here when I get discharged and to help me with moving my stuff down to your place."
"You're going to move that soon?" Clark asked, shocked by Oliver's quickness in this situation. He thought Bart was the one that liked to move fast, but Oliver was acting very similar in that aspect.
"Yes, that soon," Oliver said, leaning up on the bed. "Is that a bad thing? I mean, I can hold off on the move if you want me to. I just figured you'd like to have some company down there. That's all."
Clark nodded. "I do. Thank you, Oliver. I'll help you move this evening, if Dr. Bryce does discharge you, that is."
"If she doesn't, I'll just leave," Oliver admitted. "I'm not staying here another night. There's too much to do."
"Oliver, if you're not ready to leave, I'm not going to just let you," Clark said. "Those wounds could reopen."
"And you'll be there to save me if they do," Oliver said.
"I'm a super hero, not a doctor," Clark told him matter-of-factly.
"That's a bit reverse from Dr. McCoy," Oliver joked, though he could tell that Clark had a confused look on his face. "Okay, Clark's not a Trekkie. I'll remember that. Just don't take too long down there, angel."
Clark felt odd from the little pet name that Oliver had called him twice now. He just wasn't used to it, and it would probably take him awhile to get to where he actually could be. Finally, the brunette nodded to the blonde. "I won't be long. I promise." With that said and done, Clark zoomed out of the room at super speed, not giving Oliver a chance to say anything else.
A small smile crept to Oliver's face as he watched the farm boy leave. "I love you, Clark." And with that, he laid back down all the way, closing his eyes once more as he tried to get a little extra sleep that he had been missing before from staring down at the love of his life for over an hour previously.