CHAPTER 14

"Well, this is my home," Oliver says at last as the elevator doors open onto the penthouse floor.

Clark's hand slips out of Oliver's as he steps out of the elevator. "Wow," he mutters as his eyes take in everything. "This is incredible," turning to look back at him. "How long have you lived here?" he asks as they both hang up their coats on the rack in the foyer.

"I've lived here ever since I came back from the island," he replies. "Come on, let me show you something," taking Clark's hand again and leading him through the living room towards the balcony doors.

"What a view," Clark whispers in awe as they step outside. "I wish I had my telescope but it's back at the farm," he says wistfully as they walk up to the railing.

"You like astronomy?" Oliver asks as they stand there and look up at the stars.

"I love astronomy," he replies. "There's the Big Dipper, or Big Bear," pointing to one of the constellations.

Oliver reaches over to take his arm with one hand, resting his other hand on Clarks. "I'm sure you know what that one is," pointing towards another constellation.

"That one is called Cassiopeia, or Queen," Clark replies.

"That's right," his lips close to Clark's ear. "It was named after the vain queen in Greek mythology of the same name."

"Mmm," Clark sighs as their hands caress each others. They stand there for a few minutes in the cold evening air before Oliver finally breaks the silence.

"Let's go inside," his warm breath on Clark's neck.

Clark cranes his neck and gazes up into Oliver's eyes. "Yes," he whispers as their lips meet up in a tender kiss. After a few more of them, they reluctantly pull their lips away from each other's and go back inside.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable while I build us a fire," Oliver says after he locks the balcony doors and dims the lights.

"Alright," Clark replies as he heads over to the living room area. "You don't mind if I take off my shoes do you?" he asks as he sits down on the sofa.

"As long as that's all you take off," Oliver says as he takes off his own shoes and socks before kneeling down in front of the fireplace and starting to arrange the wood. "I'll take care of the rest," briefly craning his head and winking at Clark before returning to the task at hand.

Oliver's last line gives Clark a wonderful tingle through his body as he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over the back of the couch before taking off his own shoes and socks.

"That feels sooo much better," he says as he takes off his tie and loosens the collar of his shirt.

That's nothing compared to how I'll make you feel by the end of the night, Oliver smiles inwardly as he sets the match to the crumpled up pieces of paper he wedged between the logs and twigs. "Now that's a fire," he declares with a grin as the fireplace roars to life.

"You don't have a gas jet?" Clark asks as Oliver stands up.

"Nope," Oliver shakes his head. "I like to build a fire from scratch."

"Is that because you were stranded on the island?"

"That never really occurred to me, but you're probably right," smiling back at him. "So would you like something to drink?"

Clark thinks about it for a moment. "I'll have a glass of red wine if you have any."

"Two glasses of red coming up," Oliver says as he head for the kitchen nearby. "So how long have you been interested in astronomy?" he calls out as he opens a bottle of wine.

"Since I was a kid and living on the farm," Clark replies. "So let me ask you a question," he says as Oliver comes back with the two glasses and hands him one.

"Sure," Oliver says as he walks over to the stereo and puts on some soft jazz before sitting down. "What do you want to know?"

"I meant to ask you this question during the interview, but it slipped my mind," he begins. "What made you decide to co-own a bakery?" he asks while taking a sip.

"Because I love jelly donuts," Oliver replies with laughter in his voice.

Clark cocks his head. "Come on," he scoffs. "Seriously, why did you?"

Oliver takes another sip. "Okay, okay," he says just before setting the glass down on the coffee table. "I was partially kidding. I do love jelly donuts, but I love bread more. When I heard that Cammareri's was having financial trouble, I just had to help. Needed to help," he adds.

"That's a really sweet thing to do," gazing back at him as he takes another sip. "Is that something that you do a lot?"

"Yeah," he nods back. "I don't go out of my way to advertise it, but inevitably it comes out sooner or later."

"Well if that's your policy, then you should probably have a conversation with the guy who was behind the desk in the reception area of your headquarters," Clark tells him. "He didn't hesitate to tell me where you were. He even told me what days you're at the bakery."

"Hmm," a thoughtful expression on Oliver's face. "Alright. I'll talk to him, but I'll give him a pass this time because he's new and it's Christmas."

"I think that's a wise decision," Clark replies as he takes another sip. "This wine is delicious. Where did you get it?" he asks as he finishes up the last of it and sets the glass down on the table.

"It was a Christmas present from a friend of mine who just recently came back from Italy," he replies.

Clark smiles as he leans back and rests his head on the back of the sofa. "I really like this sofa," he remarks. "It's not only comfortable but it's also high enough in the back that my head doesn't hang over it."

"I was thinking of you when I bought it."

Clark arches a brow. "Are you saying that you bought this because of me?" looking back at Oliver with the sweetest expression on his face.

"Well, duh," rolling his eyes. He looks back at Clark who stares back at him oddly. "What?"

Clark crosses his arms against his chest and turns away from Oliver.

Oliver scoots over until he was sitting right next to him. "I was only kidding about the duh," resting his hands on Clark's shoulders.

"Didn't sound like it to me."

"Come on, where's your sense of humor?" Oliver asks as he gently massages Clark's shoulders.

"I have a damn good sense of humor, but that wasn't funny," Clark retorts but still keeping his head turned away.

Oliver just sighs as he continues with the massage. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. That's the last thing I would ever want to do," pressing his lips against Clark's neck. "To be honest, I bought this sofa last week. I don't even know why because I didn't need a new one," slowly working his way down Clark's neck. "I must have been thinking of you when I bought it, even though I hadn't met you yet."

Clark eyes drift shut, his head falling backwards and to the side as Oliver's mouth gently nips at his collar bone. "You make it difficult for me to stay mad at you," he manages to get out.

"Then that means that my evil plan is working," Oliver murmurs softly as his hands move down to Clarks waist and pulls his shirt out of his pants.

"Well you're still a bad boy and you must be punished," he whispers while Oliver's hands slip inside his shirt and begin to glide up his chest.

"I wouldn't mind being punished by you," eliciting a groan out of Clark when his fingers surround his nipples. "What would you do to me?" he whispers as he continues fondling them. "Would you tie me up and have your wicked way with me?"

"Possibly," Clark whispers back.

"Or perhaps spank me like you talked about during our IM chat?"

"I'll have to give it some serious thought," Clark says as he pulls away from Oliver and turns to face him.

"Oh?" quirking one eyebrow back at him.

"Oh, yeah," Clark nods his head. "You won't know when, but I will make you pay for your badness," he replies as he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt. Soft sighs comes out of Oliver as Clark presses his lips against the smooth golden-colored skin as it's revealed with each button he unfastens. Once he's done, he pushes the shirt off Oliver's shoulders then pulls it off completely. "Now that's more like it," a twinkling in his eyes as he moves his palms lightly over Oliver's bare chest.

"My turn," Oliver replies as he unbuttons Clark's shirt and tosses it alongside his own shirt before grabbing Clark by the waist and pulling him onto his lap so that he was straddling him.

They both gasp out as their groins grind together, their naked chests rubbing against each other's and their lips crashing together. Clark's arms wrap around Oliver's back while Oliver's hands slip inside the back of his pants to cup his ass cheeks and pull him closer. They both groan with pleasure as the kissing intensifies, their tongues dueling inside each other's mouths for dominance.

"I need more," Oliver mumbles between kisses. "Much more."

"Me too," Clark replies as his hand moves between them.

"Guh," Oliver groans as Clark strokes the front of his pants.

"Is this what you had in mind?"

"Close," Oliver whispers.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me," he gasps out.

Clark stops what he was doing and pulls away to look Oliver in the eye. "Are you sure?" his eyes widening.

"I'm sure," Oliver replies.

"Because you've already told me about needing to be the one in control," Clark looks down at him.

Oliver gazes up at him and cups his face in his hands. "I also said I would be willing to lose that control with the right person." When Clark doesn't immediately respond, he continues talking.

"Clark?" looking up at him with furrowed brows and a confused expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he says at last.

"Then why haven't you responded to what I just said?"

Clark hesitates before answering. "It's just that…well…there's a lot of things I've never done with a man before and that happens to be one of them," he finally admits. "I guess I'm a little nervous about doing it for the first time."

"You had me worried there for a moment," Oliver breathes a sigh of relief. "Look, Clark, I'm a patient man," smiling up at him. "I'll understand if you're not ready for it yet," his fingers moving to stroke Clark's hair.

Clark looks at him curiously. "So you would be okay if I didn't…"

"Yes," Oliver interrupts him with a kiss.

Clark looks at him for a long moment, then pulls away and gets off his lap. "Where are you going?" he asks as Clark walks around the coffee table and stands in front of the fireplace.

"Come here."

Oliver stands up and walks over to him. "What?" he asks.

Clark doesn't reply but instead pulls down the zipper to Oliver's pants, pushing the pants off Oliver's waist until they slide down his legs. "Well, well," he says as he picks the pants up off the floor and tosses them onto the couch. "All your talk about going commando. What a disappointment," shaking his head as he unzips his own pants. "You really do love the color green don't you?" arching a brow as his pants fall down to the floor.

"Well, well yourself," Oliver replies with a smirk as he picks up Clark's pants and tosses them on top of his own. "I seem to recall you saying that I would never get to see them on you," his gaze fixed on the red silk boxer shorts that Clark was wearing.

"I only wore them because it's a Christmassy color," he insists.

"Sure," Oliver remarks in a slightly sarcastic tone as he kneels down in front of Clark.

"Oliver?" he asks in a questioning tone.

"Remember what I said in my note about taking them off you?" quirking a brow as Oliver's fingers lightly grip Clark's waist while pressing his lips against his length through the silky fabric.

"Mmm, more," his fingers threading through Oliver's hair.

"Whatever the gentleman wants, the gentleman gets," Oliver replies as his fingers slip inside the waistband of the boxers and slowly draws them downward. Clark lifts his feet so Oliver could pull them off completely. "Wow," he whispers in awe as Clark stands there before him in all his magnificent nakedness. "You're beautiful," he says in a soft voice as he takes the head in his mouth while cupping Clark's cheeks in his hands and gently squeezing them at the same time.

Clark throws his head back, his eyes shutting as Oliver sucks gently at first, gradually taking more and more inside until he has all of his length inside his mouth. Clark's fingers firmly grip Oliver's head and he begins to thrust into his mouth as Oliver bobs his head up and down on him. Clark's legs begin to wobble as he feels the stirrings of an orgasm fast approaching. All of a sudden Oliver removes his mouth and stands up.

Clark opens his eyes and stares at Oliver in disbelief. "Why did you stop?"

Oliver doesn't answer him at first as he pulls down his boxers and tosses them away. "I want you inside me when you cum, that's why" he replies as he grabs a pillow from the couch and drops it on the floor. "So how do you want me?"

"I…uh…" stammering a little.

"On my hands and knees?"

Clark nods his head. "Okay," Oliver replies and kneels down on the rug.

"What about protection?" Clark asks as he kneels down behind him.

Oliver cranes his neck. "I trust you," gazing up at him. "Do you trust me?"

Clark doesn't hesitate to give him his answer. "I do," leaning forward to kiss his lips.

Oliver smiles at him as he lays his head down on the pillow.

Clark takes a deep calming breath, then exhales before rubbing his fingers on himself to lubricate them. "I need to prepare you first," he tells Oliver as he presses one finger against his entrance, then slowly pushes it forward until it's fully inside.

Oliver moans softly as Clark gently thrusts his finger in and out, occasionally twisting it slightly for added pleasure before he gradually adds one more finger and scissors them inside Oliver. "Oh that feels sooo good," Oliver gasps out as Clark adds a third finger.

"Do you want another one?" Clark asks as he thrusts his fingers harder and faster.

"No," shaking his head from side to side. "I need you inside me now."

Clark gradually removes his fingers one at a time, then uses them to spread Oliver's cheeks apart before positioning himself at his entrance. "This might burn a little at first."

"I know," Oliver whispers back. "I'm more than ready for it."

"Alright," Clark replies.

"Ahh," Oliver moans loudly as Clark slowly pushes forward, not stopping until he's fully inside him. He continues to groan with pleasure as Clark's generous length fills him up, stretching him almost to the breaking point. "Oh, my," his fingers gripping the pillow.

Clark's hands cup and massage Oliver's cheeks before moving upwards to his back, gently stroking it up and down along his spine with his fingers to relax him. "I'm gonna start moving now," lowering his head and whispering in Oliver's ear.

Oliver nods; his eyes closed as Clark pulls out almost all the way, then pushes back in. "Yes," Oliver gasps out as Clark continues his gentle thrusts for a while before wrapping his arms around Oliver's chest and pulling him up so that he was seated on his lap. Oliver turns his head and gazes into Clark's eyes.

"I thought you'd also like to be on top," Clark staring back with hazy-filled eyes as he starts thrusting upwards while they kiss passionately, their fingers clasped tightly together on Oliver's stomach.

More gasps and moans could be heard as they continued making love. One of Clark's hands move down to Oliver's length, his fingers squeezing and pulling it in time with his thrusts. "Oh, f*ck!" Oliver cries out as Clark's deep thrusts hit his prostate over and over.

"Not f*ck, love," Clark whispers back between kisses.

Clark's words turn him on even more as he lifts himself up and down on Clark's length at the same time that Clark is thrusting it upward, the sound of his balls slapping hard against Oliver's ass.

"Ah, Clark!" he screams out as his eyes roll in the back of his head while his body shudders from a mind-blowing orgasm. Clark's arms wrap tightly around his chest as he continues his deep penetrations until he has his release and explodes inside him, crying out softly as his body shakes. Finally he loosens his arms and gently lowers Oliver down to the rug on the floor before slowly pulling out and lying down on top of him.

After a few minutes, he whispers in his ear. "Was it okay?" he asks while kissing the back of Oliver's neck.

"It was more than okay," he whispers back as Clark rolls off him and onto his side.

"Yeah?" his hand reaching out to touch Oliver's cheek.

"Yeah," Oliver responds as he rolls on his side and faces him. "That was the most amazing sex I've ever had," he says with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I would rather call it making love," Clark smiles back at him.

"So what about you?"

Clark moves closer until their bodies were barely touching. "Ditto," he replies with a wink.

Oliver rolls his eyes but can't help chuckling. "Now who's being a bad boy?"

"It's your bad influence," Clark replies in a laughing tone as his hand caresses Oliver's chest. "So let me ask you something. Which do you like better, meatballs or sausages?"

Oliver gives him a strange look before answering. "I love them both, but I'd probably give the edge to the sausage. Why do you want to know?"

Clark doesn't answer; instead he pushes Oliver down on his back and hooks his legs over his shoulders. "I love them both too, but right now I'm in the mood for meatballs," he replies in a husky tone, cupping Oliver's ass cheeks in his hands as he lowers his tongue. "Mmm, delicious," he murmurs between nibbles.

"Clark?" he gasps out between moans as the sensations the tongue and mouth between his inner thighs are giving him drive him crazy with desire.

Clark stops for a moment and looks up. "What?"

"Any chance you might be in the mood for a sausage after the meatballs?"

Clark pretends to think about it for a moment. "I think that could be arranged," he replies with a wicked grin on his face as he lowers his head again…