CHAPTER 8
A couple hours later…
Clark finished up his article and was getting ready to log out when an instant message suddenly pops up on his screen. A smile comes across his face as he reads it.
From OQ to CK: Hey, you.
From CK to OQ: Ditto.
From OQ to CK: Droll. Very droll. I'm rolling my eyes right now.
From CK to OQ: Well I'm laughing.
From OQ to CK: So what were you doing just now?
From CK to OQ: I just finished the article for the interview.
From OQ to CK: Sounds like fun.
From CK to OQ: It's your own damn fault for telling Mr. White that I was doing an article on you. Why on earth did you do that?
From OQ to CK: Because I wanted to see you again.
From CK to OQ: You were going to see me tomorrow night at the opera. What's the big deal?
From OQ to CK: Because I can't stop thinking about last night and how amazing it was.
Clark pauses for a long moment before he answers back.
From CK to OQ: It was an amazing night. You were incredible.
From OQ to CK: I could say the same about you.
From CK to OQ: Stop. You're making me blush.
From OQ to CK: I loved seeing you blush last night. If I remember correctly, you were blushing all over.
From CK to OQ: I couldn't help myself.
From OQ to CK: Well I'm glad you couldn't.
I think it's time to change the subject, Clark decides as he types out his next response.
From CK to OQ: I was just about to log out when your message popped up.
From OQ to CK: So can I assume that you're already in your comfy flannel pajamas?
From CK to OQ: You're half right. I wear pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. What do you wear to bed?
From OQ to CK: I don't wear anything.
From CK to OQ: You sleep naked?
From OQ to CK: I've been sleeping naked since I was stranded on the island.
From CK to OQ: Last night was the first time I ever slept naked the entire night. I really liked it.
From OQ to CK: What about when you were married? Didn't you sleep naked with her?
Clark takes another long pause before answering.
From CK to OQ: My wife was three months pregnant when we got married. She didn't want to have sex while she was pregnant. After we lost the baby our sex life became practically non-existent so there really wasn't any point in sleeping naked.
From OQ to CK: I'm sorry to hear that.
From CK to OQ: It's okay. It was a long time ago so no worries.
From OQ to CK: I still think that you should sleep naked more often.
From CK to OQ: I'll think about it.
From OQ to CK: Don't think about it. Just do it.
From CK to OQ: What am I…Niki?
From OQ to CK: I'm being serious here.
From CK to OQ: Give me one good reason why I should do it.
From OQ to CK: Because there wouldn't be any obstacles in your way should you have the need to give Clark Jr. some relief.
From CK to OQ: I don't really do 'that' too much.
From OQ to CK: You are kidding, aren't you?
From CK to OQ: Not everybody does, you know.
From OQ to CK: If anybody needs to do it more often, it's you, Clark. You need it bad, sweet cheeks.
From CK to OQ: Why do you keep calling me 'sweet cheeks'?
Oliver laughs to himself as he presses 'send.'
From OQ to CK: Because you have 'sweet cheeks' but mainly because I love getting a rise out of you. I bet Clark Jr. is rising even as we speak.
Clark looks down at his lap and sees the tenting of his boxers. Damn you, Oliver, he mutters inwardly as he types out his next response.
From CK to OQ: Will you please stop talking like that?
From OQ to CK: Stop talking like what?
From CK to OQ: Talking dirty, that's what.
From OQ to CK: No can do.
From CK to OQ: Why not?
From OQ to CK: Because you love to hear me talk dirty to you. You need it. You crave it.
From CK to OQ: No, I don't.
From OQ to CK: I'm telling you that you do. I know I'd be turned on big time if you were to tell me all about the naughty things you want to do to me.
From CK to OQ: I don't want to do things to you.
From OQ to CK: Yeah, right. You're thinking about it right now.
From CK to OQ: Ugh!
From OQ to CK: Hit a nerve did I?
From CK to OQ: You are sooo exasperating. I'm pulling out my hair as we speak.
From OQ to CK: Don't do that because I love gliding my fingers through it.
I don't know why I'm responding to this, shaking his head as he clicks on 'send.'
From CK to OQ: So you really don't care for bald men?
From OQ to CK: I'm an equal opportunity lover.
From CK to OQ: You are?
From OQ to CK: Sure I am. In fact, my ex-fiancé was completely bald. He may not have had hair, but he made up for it in other ways.
From CK to OQ: He was that good, huh?
Oliver stares at Clark's last message and sighs before sending his response.
From OQ to CK: He was… good.
Clark reads Oliver's last message with a confused expression on his face. That's weird, he thinks to himself as he reads it again.
From CK to OQ: Just good?
Oliver hesitates for a long moment before he finally responds.
From OQ to CK: I've never admitted this to anyone before, but he was a very selfish lover. He always had to be on the bottom.
Clark stares in shock at Oliver's admission and doesn't answer back right away. Finally he types out a response and clicks on 'send.'
From CK to OQ: Then why did you lie to me about always having to be on top?
Oliver hesitates again before sending his reply.
From OQ to CK: I didn't lie. Well, not exactly.
From CK to OQ: What does that mean?
From OQ to CK: It's true that before I met him that I wanted to have all the control by being on top.
From CK to OQ: And after you met him?
From OQ to CK: I wanted to be on the bottom.
Clark's eyes glisten as he realizes what Oliver was not saying. He wipes his eyes on the sleeve of his t-shirt before typing out his response.
From CK to OQ: Because you loved him.
Oliver stares at the word 'love' for a long moment before responding.
From OQ to CK: Yeah, but he would never give in. He told me that he was always in control when running his business so he wanted to not be in control when it came to sex.
From CK to OQ: I see.
I think it's time to change the direction of this conversation, Oliver decides as he types out his next message.
From OQ to CK: When I said I loved gliding my fingers through your hair, I wasn't just talking about the hair on your head.
Clark reads the message, his eyes widening in shock at first. Once he recovers his composure, a big grin slowly appears on his face. If that's the game he wants to play then I can play it too, swiftly typing out his response. Take that, Oliver Queen, he declares as he presses the 'enter' button.
From CK to OQ: You need someone to give you a proper spanking, you dirty boy.
Oliver stares at the message from Clark and chuckles with amusement. Well, well. Sounds like someone's getting into the game at last.
From OQ to CK: Are you volunteering?
From CK to OQ: Let's just say that the visual I have of you sprawled across my lap wearing only a Santa's cap while I'm spanking your sexy ass is a very pleasant one to say the least.
Oliver laughs as he replies to Clark's comment.
From OQ to CK: Santa's cap, huh? Mmm…
From CK to OQ: Enjoying it already?
From OQ to CK: I'm hard just thinking about your big, strong masculine hand slapping my bare ass.
From CK to OQ: I can practically hear the throaty gasps and moans coming out of your mouth as my hand makes hard contact with your bare ass over and over again.
From OQ to CK: What about your other hand?
From CK to OQ: What about it?
From OQ to CK: What is your other hand doing in the meantime?
Clark leans back against the pillows and ponders his next move before he begins to type. I can't wait to see his response to this one.
From CK to OQ: My other hand is wrapped around Ollie Jr. and squeezing it hard. Very hard.
From OQ to CK: I can feel your hand stroking me right now.
From CK to OQ: Feels good huh?
From OQ to CK: Oh, yeah.
I can't believe I'm actually having this conversation, Clark smiles inwardly as he types out his next message.
From CK to OQ: So on a scale of 1 to 10, how hard would you say you are right now?
From OQ to CK: Hard enough that you would need super-strength to squeeze it.
From CK to OQ: You didn't answer my question.
From OQ to CK: 11.
From CK to OQ: That's hard all right.
From OQ to CK: What about you?
From CK to OQ: What about me?
From OQ to CK: How hard are you on a scale of 1 to 10?
Clark thinks about it for a minute, then smiles as he types out his answer.
From CK to OQ: I would have to take off my pajama bottoms in order to make a proper diagnosis.
From OQ to CK: Then do it. While you're at it, take off your t-shirt and glasses too.
From CK to OQ: I need my glasses to read.
Oliver reads Clark's response and smiles to himself. This is getting better and better, he thinks as he reclines against the pillows and waits for about a minute before he starts typing again.
Meanwhile, Clark has an inner debate with himself for a moment before finally pulling off his t-shirt and pushing his pajama bottoms down. He steps out of them and hesitates again before also removing his boxers and sitting back down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to the middle of his chest with his computer on his lap.
From OQ to CK: Are you naked yet?
From CK to OQ: Yes.
From OQ to CK: You still have the glasses on, don't you?
From CK to OQ: I told you that I need them to read.
From OQ to CK: Then why did you keep them on last night when we were together?
From CK to OQ: Force of habit, I guess.
From OQ to CK: So you're telling me that you keep your glasses on when you go to sleep at night?
From CK to OQ: That's not what I'm telling you. Now I'm the one rolling my eyes.
From OQ to CK: You really need to get contacts.
From CK to OQ: Get in line behind Lois because she keeps pestering me about it.
From OQ to CK: Well at least that's something that Lois and I can agree on.
From CK to OQ: Can we please drop the subject?
From OQ to CK: Fine. Keep them on. So what's the verdict? How hard are you?
From CK to OQ: Same as you.
From OQ to CK: So you're at an 11?
From CK to OQ: That's right.
From OQ to CK: Are you going to do anything about it?
From CK to OQ: I was just about to ask you the same question.
From OQ to CK: You read my mind. You must be psychic.
Clark shuts off the bedside lamp and throws off the blanket, the only light in the room coming from the moon outside and his laptop.
From CK to OQ: I wouldn't call it being psychic.
From OQ to CK: So answer my question already. What are you going to do about it?
Clark takes a deep breath, then exhales before he answers back.
From CK to OQ: Nothing. I can't type with one hand.
Clark expects another message but his phone rings instead. "Hello."
"It's me."
"I know that. I do have caller id you know," he replies in an annoyed tone as he sets his laptop down on the bedside table. "So what's up?" he asks as he finally takes his glasses off and sets them down next to his laptop.
"I figured it would be much easier for you to use one hand to hold the phone and the other hand to take care of Clark Jr.'s predicament."
"Are you saying that you want to talk dirty over the phone?" Clark asks in a slightly nervous tone. "I've never done that."
"Really," Oliver sounding a little surprised. "You seem like a natural just now."
"It's one thing to type the words, but quite another to say and hear them," Clark answers back as his hand glides down his stomach towards his groin.
"You have a point," Oliver replies as he lowers his hand to his groin and wraps his fingers around his length. "So what is your hand doing now?" he asks, his eyes closing as he starts gently pulling and squeezing himself.
"My hand is…uh…gliding down towards my stomach," Clark's voice lowering an octave. His eyes also close as he wraps his hand around his length and begins to slide it up and down, his hand becoming slick with his arousal.
"Now what is your hand doing?" Oliver asks while squeezing himself harder.
"My hand is…uh…squeezing Clark Jr. harder," his face contorting with pleasure. "What about you?" he gasps out as he gradually increases the speed and pressure of his strokes while his other hand reaches above his head to grip the pillow.
"The same," Oliver groans as he moves his hand faster and pulls harder while his other one grabs onto the bedpost above him.
"Mmm," Clark moans louder as the tightness he feels in his groin increases with every hard stroke he gives himself.
Oliver gets harder and harder just listening to the delightful sounds coming out of Clark's mouth.
"Oh, yes," Oliver cries out as his orgasm rapidly approaches. "Come with me, Clark. Come with me," he whispers at last as his back arches and his legs begin to stiffen.
That's all Clark needed to hear as he throws his head back and shoves his other fist in his mouth to keep from crying out as he comes hard, his body shuddering from the rapture of finding release at the same time as he hears Oliver experiencing his own climax. He drops the phone, his hand letting go of himself as his entire body goes limp and the shudders continue to make their presence known.
After a few minutes of recovering from his release, Oliver finally opens his eyes and looks around for his phone. When he spots it lying on the floor, he picks it up and returns to the bed. "Clark? Are you still there?" he asks as he settles back against the pillows.
Clark dimly hears Oliver's voice coming from his phone and opens his eyes at last. He reaches for it and puts it to his ear. "I'm here," wiping the perspiration from his forehead. "That was…intense," he says at last.
"It was," Oliver agrees.
"So I think that I…uh…should get some sleep."
"Me too."
"I'll…uh…see you tomorrow night at the opera," Clark tells him.
"Okay," says Oliver. "Oh, and Clark?"
"Yes, Oliver?"
"I had a wonderful time tonight – and not just about what happened a few minutes ago," Oliver tells him.
"So did I," Clark replies with a smile in his voice. "Oh, and one more thing, Oliver."
"What?" he asks.
"You were right. I should do it more often."
"I told you. Feel free to give me a call should you require some additional 'stimulation.'
Clark can't help chuckling. "I'll keep that in mind. Good night, Oliver."
"Good night, Clark. See you tomorrow night."
After Clark hangs up, he looks down at the bed sheets and sees the evidence of what he just did. I better change them before Mom sees them and starts asking questions. He pulls them off and stuffs them in a laundry bag and hides the bag in his closet before putting new sheets on the bed.
He's about to lay down when he spots his discarded sleepwear still lying on the floor. He stands there debating whether or not to put them back on.
Nah, he decides as lays his head on the pillow and pulls the blanket up over him, a very satisfied grin on his face as he drifts off to sleep, images of Oliver in his dreams…
TO BE CONTINUED…