Chapter Two

Clark stared stonily at his friend who he had been worrying about and what was Oliver doing …. Whoring. With a man.

Clark froze as it hit him Oliver was kissing a man. "Oliver,"

A older man walked over to them smiling, he wrapped his arm around the waist of the young man that had been kissing the blonde billionaire. The young man kept his face blank as fingers dug into his trim waist.

"Hello I am John Fuller and this is my," he paused for a moment, "companion Brennan Webster."

Oliver smiled brightly, the one he used when he wanted to get away fast. "Oliver Queen and this is my friend Clark Kent."

John leered at Clark. "Friend huh, I do like friends." He reached over and touched the young man's arm.

The smile fell from Oliver's face as he stepped in between them. "You've got.."

Clark's cell phone rang. "Excuse me." He said politely. "Chloe."

Oliver could feel Brennan smiling at him, what the hell had he been thinking. As soon as Clark got back here the two of them were leaving.

"Oliver." Clark placed a hand on the billionaire's shoulder.

Oliver turned and recognised the look on his face, something was wrong. He turned back to the two men. "Well we'd better." Before he could finish John interrupted him.

"I'm having a few select guests on my yacht. I would be honoured if you Oliver and your 'friend' would join us."

"I.." Oliver started to speak and stopped suddenly when he felt a arm slide around his waist.

"We'd love to." Clark said with a grin. Oliver turned to him and opened his mouth just as Clark bent his head and touched his mouth gently against his friends.

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John stood and watched them Brennan was charming in his own way but Queen's friend there was something about him, something special. It could feel himself harden at the thought of having that gorgeous specimen laid across his bed. His fingers itched to find out what the body underneath the clothes looked like.

Brennan watched Oliver closely, he had enough of old men this was his chance on a young billionaire. He would be more than happy to be with the blonde handsome man, he would never have to fantasise of anyone else if they were together.

He turned and looked at John, he noticed where his lovers eyes were. If they worked this out correctly they both could get what they want. He would get the billionaire and John would get his next toy boy, maybe this one would like the pain and the games that John liked. It made him physically sick.

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Oliver was dead he was sure of it, there was no other explanation. He couldn't stop himself leaning towards the heat of his friend. He tilted his head slightly and opened his mouth.

He was so going to hell for this.

Clark couldn't believe this was happening, how right this felt. He felt Oliver's tongue against his mouth and without thinking he parted his lips and the taste of his rich friend drowned out every other sense. This was what it was supposed to be like.

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The two men slowly pulled back from each other both still dazed. Oliver shook his head, turned back to the two men, a smirk on his face.

"So when is the party yacht leaving?" He asked taking hold of Clark's hand. The alien had started this after that phone call something had happened for Clark to act this way, he would play along until he found out what it was. Deep down he prayed for it to take a long time to sort out.

"Tomorrow morning, the hotel will have a car waiting for you at 9am." John said gripping hold of Brennan's arm and leading him away.

Oliver dragged Clark with him until they got into his room. "So do you mind telling me what the hell is going on?"

"The call was from Chloe, John Fuller has been linked with the murders." Clark paused for a moment. "A string of young men." He finished softly.

"Oh no." Oliver said quickly. "You're going back to Metropolis. I'll deal with this I'm not his type and he's not mine. I'll be safe."

Clark glared at him. "Is that the only reason you want to stay?"

"What?"

"Well his." Clark waved his arm around. "Friend." He spat it out as if it were a swearword. "You two seemed to be getting on well."

"Clark you're not my mother. I can do what the hell I want." Oliver growled his eyes darkening with anger.

Clark took a deep breath and pretended not to notice how enticing that was, what the fuck was wrong with him. This was Oliver Queen one of his closest friends, one of his closest male friends. "I'm staying, no matter what he is I'm not going to let him die."

Oliver placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head and seeing the stubborn look on Clark's face/ "Fine let's go." He said as he headed back out of the room.

"Where are we going?" Clark asked.

"First we have to get you some clothes. I'm assuming that you didn't bring any with you." He waited for Clark to shake his head. "Then we are coming back here to practice."

"Practice what?"

"Clark they think we're lovers, we have to make that believable otherwise John won't come after you."

Clark took a deep breath and tried to steady his nerves. "Why Won't he?"

"We have to entice him, make him want you and for that he has to see you with me." Oliver said simply and he knew he wasn't going to hell he was already there.

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Lex smiled as he took hold of Lana's hand. "Don't worry you're not John's type." He said addressing her concerns after she found out they were going on his yacht as soon as she had met the man he gave her the creeps.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"He likes gorgeous young men. You are gorgeous and young but you are definitely not a man."

"So John Fuller likes men. Have you and he?" She stared at her boyfriend.

Lex forced a smile. "No, I was never his type."

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Clark used his hand and held the door shut. Oliver looked at him with confusion. He waited for Clark to say something.

"Fuck." Clark said quietly.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked.

"Lex and Lana are going to be on the yacht." Clark said simply.

TBC