CHAPTER 15

Early the next morning…

"Honey, breakfast is almost ready," he calls out from the kitchen.

"Coming," she responds back as she throws his flannel shirt over her naked form.

He turns around when she enters the kitchen. "I love the way my shirt looks on you," putting down the spatula to pull her into his arms and kiss her.

"Mmm," softly sighing as his hands slip beneath the shirt to caress her backside. "Now didn't you have enough of that last night?" looking up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I could never get enough of you," he grins back before reluctantly removing his arms.

"Good answer," she replies as she sits down while he goes back to the stove. "So where's my paper?" she asks as she pours some pink grapefruit juice into two small juice glasses.

"Here," handing it to her before removing the last pancake from the cast iron pan and placing it on a serving platter. "I don't understand why you even read that garbage. If you absolutely must read it, then why can't you read it online?" he asks as he shuts off the gas burner.

"I get a kick out of reading about the latest gossip, but my favorite part is critiquing the fashions," she grins back. "I don't take any of it seriously. Besides, I like reading an actual paper for the same reason that I enjoy reading books instead of using one of those Kindles or Nooks," she replies as she takes it from him. "I just love the scent of the printed page," she says while taking a sniff of the front page. Her eyes pop open at one of the pictures she sees there, so she immediately turns the page to read the accompanying article.

He sets the platter down in the middle of the kitchen table. "Do you want some coffee?" he asks as he looks over. "Something wrong?" he asks when he sees the expression on her face.

"Take a look," handing him the paper.

He takes it from her and looks at the picture. "Is that…" he stares back at her with the same expression.

"I think it is," nodding her head. "Those are the two men we saw through my telescope the other night. I thought the blonde guy seemed familiar for some reason. I just couldn't place the other one."

"Is romance finally in the air for billionaire Oliver Queen?" he reads out loud. "The CEO of Queen Industries was seen on the arm of Kerth award-winningreporter Clark Kent at last night's production of La Boheme at the Metropolis Opera House. They appeared to be very cozy with each other as they enjoyed the performance…" continuing to read the brief article before turning his attention to another picture. "Did you see this other picture?" he asks.

"Which one?" she asks as she walks over to him and looks over his shoulder.

"This one," pointing to the picture next to it.

She takes a look at it before reading the article accompanying it. "This says that former Governor Jonathan Kent was out and about with a woman not his wife," shaking her head sadly. "That's a shame," she adds as she sits back down while he sets the paper down on the table.

She picks up the paper again while sipping her coffee. "They do make an attractive couple though," gazing at the picture.

"Which couple?" he asks.

"Oliver Queen and Clark Kent," she replies as she studies Clark's image intently. "He must be the former Governors son. They look a lot alike, except for the hair color," she remarks while setting down the paper.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" he asks as he pours some maple syrup over his pancakes.

"I just have to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few miscellaneous items for Christmas dinner tomorrow, but that's it," she replies.

"That's it? No last minute Christmas shopping?" arching a brow.

"That's right," she smiles back at him as she gets up from her chair and sits down across his lap. "How about we have breakfast later?" she asks while pressing her lips against his neck.

"I say we just skip breakfast and go straight to dessert," standing up and lifting her into his arms.

"Where are you taking me?" she asks as he starts to walk.

"To the window," he replies with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"You are sooo bad," she can't help but giggle as he carries her out of the kitchen…

Oliver stifles a yawn as his eyes start to open, then immediately shuts them when the bright morning light hits his face. As they slowly open again, his gaze immediately lands on the muscled bare back of his lover's sleeping form. He smiles when he hears a soft sigh coming out of him so he lays his arm over Clark's waist and pulls him closer.

"Good morning," Oliver whispers while softly kissing Clark's shoulder.

"Time to make the donuts."

Oliver looks at the back of his head. "What did you just say?"

"Flour. Need more flour to make the donuts."

Oliver props himself up on one elbow. "Oliver loves jelly donuts," a smile on his sleeping face.

Oliver can't help chuckling as Clark continues mumbling in his sleep. "Clark wants to lick jelly off Oliver's hot body," his arm moving down to rest over Oliver's arm.

Oliver's eyebrows arch at the last comment. So he wants to lick jelly off me. I wonder what other fetishes he has, not that I mind, smiling to himself as he kisses the back of Clark's neck. "Mmm, morning," he mumbles as his eyes slowly open before turning around to face Oliver. "Sleep okay?"

"I slept great," Oliver smiles as he leans forward to softly kiss his lips. "What about you?"

"So did I," Clark smiles back at him as he pushes Oliver onto his back and lies on top of him.

"It appears that somebody woke up frisky this morning," Oliver says between kisses when Clark's fingers wrap around his length.

"I've been frisky since the moment I met you," Clark replies as he strokes him up and down.

"I got that impression," Oliver replies with a smirk and proceeds to do the same thing to Clark.

"I got the same impression from you," Clark replies as he rolls himself onto his back so that Oliver was lying on top.

Oliver looks down at him. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks in a curious tone as he sits up, his hands resting on Clark's chest.

"Something that's one of my many fantasies that I've been having about you," he replies with a coy smile as he reaches up to cup and squeeze Oliver's cheeks. "Ride me, Green Arrow."

"Green Arrow?" looking curiously at him.

"The 'green' is because it's your favorite color."

"What about the arrow?"

"The arrow represents your love of archery," Clark tells him as he pulls him forward until his hard length is snuggled between Oliver's cheeks.

"Mmm," Oliver sighs while moving his backside up and down against Clark's length a few times before getting off him and leaving the bed.

"Where are you going?" Clark sits up and watches as Oliver walks over to the bureau situated across from the bed.

"To find this," pulling out something from the bottom bureau drawer and holding it up.

"Is that a-?"

"Yep," Oliver replies as he comes back to the bed and straddles Clark's thighs again.

"When did you get it?" Clark asks as Oliver puts the dark green mask over his eyes while he lies back down.

"I dressed up as Robin Hood for a charity fundraiser I held this past Halloween," he replies as he ties it securely behind his head. "So how do I look?" he asks while resting his hands on his waist.

"Very mysterious and sexy," Clark drawls in a husky tone while his fingers grip Oliver's waist. "So are you waiting for an invitation or are you gonna go ahead and ride me, Green Arrow?" arching one brow.

"I don't need an invitation when it comes to you," Oliver smirks as he positions himself above Clark and reaches behind his back to spread his own cheeks with his fingers. "I'll ride your long, hard arrow any time," he responds with a mischievous grin as he sinks down on him, gripping Clark's shoulder with one hand while stroking himself with the other as he begins to ride Clark hard and fast...

The Kent home

Martha drags herself out of bed and grabs her robe, tying the belt as she steps out into the hallway. She was going to head downstairs, but decided instead to head for Clark's bedroom and see if he was still sleeping. She opens the door a crack and looks in, a surprised look on her face when she sees the carefully made bed. He didn't come home again? She immediately closes the door and rests her back against it when she hears footsteps coming out of their bedroom.

"Martha, what are you doing up so early?" a bleary-eyed Jonathan asks as he comes out of the bedroom.

"I had to go to the bathroom," she quickly replies.

"Then why are you standing in front of Clark's door?" he asks in a curious tone.

"I was just checking on him," she replies with arms folded against.

"And?"

"Sleeping like a baby," her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I see," he remarks and reaches for the doorknob.

"What do you think you're doing?" pushing his hand away.

"I thought I'd check in on my son if you don't mind," he retorts as he pushes the door open and looks inside. "Last time I checked, we didn't have an invisible son," turning around to face her. "He didn't come home last night, did he?" he asks with his hands on his hips.

"I'm sure he did," she replies as she closes the door. "He probably just went to the gym to work out."

"I'm sure that he didn't," he counters.

"How do you know?" she queries.

"I just do," a barely disguised smirk on his face.

"Jonathan Kent, if you're holding out on me…" she warns him, but before he could answer her the phone rings. "Who on earth would be calling now," she scowls as she abruptly goes downstairs to answer the phone.

Jonathan watches her until she's out of his sight before looking inside Clark's bedroom again. I hope you know what you're doing, shaking his head as he closes the door and goes back to the bedroom.

"That was amazing!" Oliver exclaims as his head hits the pillow.

Clark pulls the red satin comforter up to mid-chest as he lies on his side. "It was," he replies in a soft voice, his hand resting on Oliver's chest. "Sooo…" his voice trailing off.

"Sooo," Oliver repeats as he lays his hand over Clark's. "I suppose this is where you say that we should talk."

Clark nods his head.

"You're probably wondering whether or not we have more than just a physical connection."

"Yes," Clark replies.

"Well my answer to that is a definite yes," Oliver declares as he leans forward to softly kiss Clark's lips.

"How can you be so sure?" Clark asks as he props himself up on one elbow and looks down at his lover. "I mean…everything happened so fast. Technically, we've only known each other a few days."

"Some things just can't be explained," Oliver replies. "You just …know," he says with a smile. "You're not?" a concerned expression on his face.

"It's not that I'm not sure," Clark responds back.

"Then what is it?"

Clark sighs again. "It's just that I dated my wife for a long time before we married, and we both know how that turned out. Granted it wouldn't have worked out in the long run anyway, but I was still committed to her, you know?"

Oliver nods his head as Clark continues talking. "I'm at a point in my life where I'm ready to settle down. I want to have kids before I'm too old to enjoy them, or even keep up with them. So if you were to tell me that you don't want the same thing, then what we have going on right now would have to come to an end."

Oliver pulls Clark closer until their chests were lightly touching. "I've been thinking about what we talked about during the interview and I came to some conclusions."

"You did?" Clark asks with a hopeful expression on his face.

"Yes," Oliver replies with a nod. "I am ready to settle down with one person and I do want to have kids," his hand reaching out to gently caress Clark's cheek. "It's just that for right now, I want to enjoy spending some time with you so that I could get to know you better before those kids come along. I know that may sound unbelievably selfish but-"

"It's not," Clark interrupts him with a deep kiss. "I'm relieved to hear you say that because I feel the same way," smiling down at him after their lips part. "I want to get to know you better too, and not just in the bedroom either."

"Good," Oliver whispers back as they lay there in the stillness of early morning. "Now that we have that settled, there's a couple other things we should talk about."

"Sure," Clark replies as he rests his head on Oliver's shoulder and closes his eyes. "What's on your mind?"

"It's about Lois," Oliver replies.

Clark softly sighs as his fingers idly caressing Oliver's smooth chest in concentric circles. "I figured that subject would come up."

"When are you going to talk to her?" Oliver asks while his hand gently rubs Clark's upper arm.

"I will when she comes back. It's not the kind of conversation you have over the phone or on Skype even."

"That makes sense," Oliver remarks. "Do you have any idea what you're going to say?"

"I don't know," Clark sighs again. "I just don't know. I mean, it was her idea for us to get married in the first place. How could I go back on a promise I made to her?"

"I know," Oliver says in a soft voice and kisses the top of Clark's head.

"I don't want to hurt her," Clark goes on.

"I know that too."

Clark opens his eyes and gazes up at him. "Thank you."

"For what?" looking back at him curiously.

"For being so understanding," he smiles just before they kiss. "Mmm, you taste so yummy," he mutters between kisses.

Oliver smiles inwardly, remembering what Clark said in his sleep. "I'm not the only one who tastes yummy," he replies back.

Clark can't help the small blush creeping up on his cheeks. "So you said there were a couple things you wanted to talk about?" changing the subject.

"Well, I was also thinking about what you said earlier about fantasies."

"Oh?" looking curiously at him while quirking one brow.

"I was wondering what other things you've fantasized about."

"You really want to know?" Clark asks in a suggestive tone.

"If you tell me, I just might do them."

"Well…" leaning forward and whispering in Oliver's ear.

"That's definitely doable," he answers back as he throws off the comforter. "Get into position, my sexy x-rated Boy Scout," he tells him in a firm and husky voice.

"Boy Scout?" Clark queries with an arch of his brow. "How did you know I was a Boy Scout?"

"You're not the only one who does research," Oliver winks at him. "Seriously though, I had no idea that you were one of the first openly gay men to ever be a troop leader. That's quite an accomplishment," he says with admiration.

"It wasn't easy to get to that point. It was a definite struggle. A very long struggle," Clark admits. "Sometimes I still get…never mind."

"Get what?" Oliver looks at him with a concerned look on his face. "If there's somebody threatening you in any way-"

"It's nothing like that," he reassures him. "There's always going to be someone who doesn't approve of my leading a troop because of my sexual orientation. I can handle it. Now can we please drop the subject?" he asks as he rolls onto his stomach.

"Alright. The subject is dropped," Oliver replies.

"So where were we?" Clark asks as he looks over his shoulder; sticking his ass up in the air and wiggling it enticingly at Oliver.

"You are such a tease," Oliver says with a laugh as he kneels down behind him. "If I remember correctly, I think I was just about ready to fulfill one of your fantasies," he says with a cheeky grin as he lowers his tongue.

Clark moans softly at the sensations coming from the rough yet slick tongue gliding back and forth between his cheeks, his fingers gripping the pillars of the headboard as Oliver's fingers firmly cup and squeeze them.

"Yes!" burying his head deep in the pillow. His eyes squeeze tight from the pleasure, his ass involuntarily twitching as Oliver makes his way down to his entrance and lightly traces the rim with his tongue. "Yes!" Clark cries out yet again as Oliver's mouth covers his entrance and plunges his tongue deep inside him…

Martha picks up the phone. "Hello?" she answers while placing the phone between her head and shoulder. "Excuse me?" her voice rising slightly before getting it under control. "We have no comment at this time," she replies in a cool tone and hangs up. Immediately the phone rings again. "We have no comment at this time," she repeats and hangs up again.

She starts to walk away when the phone rings again. "Damn it!" she scowls and picks it up again. "We have no comment at this time," she says yet again and immediately disconnects the call. She starts to put the phone back in its cradle, but changes her mind and sets the receiver down next to it.

That'll show them, she mutters under her breath as she heads over to the small desk in the kitchen and boots up her laptop. She immediately brings up the Inquisitors website and sees the picture of Clark and Oliver, but then her eyes widen in disbelief when she sees the picture of Jonathan and Mona next to it. I'm gonna kill him, her eyes darkening as she grabs the printout and immediately heads back upstairs.

Jonathan was talking on the phone as he was exiting the bedroom when he sees Martha coming up the stairs. "Ronny just called," he says as he hangs up. "One of his customers had to cancel their order, so now he has two chocolate and two cinnamon babka's available," he says with a smile as he slips his phone into his pants pocket.

She strides up to him. "You son of a b!tch!" slapping him across the face.

"What the hell was that for?!" his eyes narrowing while holding his hand up to his cheek.

"For this," holding up the printout of the article from the Inquisitor.

He stares at the picture of him and Mona. "Oh," a sheepish look on his face as he takes it from her and reads the article. "Martha, it's not what you think."

"Well let's see," she begins. "A picture of you and a woman quote not your wife unquote at the opera looking quite cozy together." she says coolly.

"Martha, don't you recognize her?" he says at last. "It's Mona."

Her mouth opens in a large 'o' at the mention of Mona's name. "Mona?" snatching the paper out of his grasp and studying the picture. "Well I'll be damned," shaking her head in astonishment.

"She cut her hair and colored it red," he replies.

"She must have exchanged her glasses for contacts too," she remarks as she slowly folds up the paper. "I didn't even recognize her," slipping the paper into her pocket before looking up at her husband. "I'm sorry for slapping you."

"No need to apologize," he says as he takes a few steps closer. "I should have told you that I was taking her to the opera. Yesterday would have been her tenth wedding anniversary and she had the tickets and-"

"It's just that lately you haven't been acting like yourself. When I smelled perfume on your shirt the other day that wasn't mine, what else was I supposed to think?" When he doesn't immediately reply, she goes on. "I didn't even know she was back in Metropolis."

"She moved back here from New York not long after Janet passed away," he says after a long pause. "We get together every week for lunch. Sometimes it's coffee."

"Why didn't you tell me?" her eyes glistening a little. "Didn't you think I would understand you wanting to spend time with an old friend?"

"Deep down I guess I knew you would but I just-"

"-wanted something that was just yours?" she pipes in.

He nods his head. "I still should have told you."

"You're right. You should have," lightly punching his upper arm.

He smiles back at her before glancing at his watch. "I better go pick up those babka's," he says as he starts to turn towards the stairs.

"Jonathan?" she calls out.

"There's something else that I don't understand.

"What?"

"Why have you been so moody and irritable lately?"

His mouth starts to open but it closes again. "Clark and I are concerned about you."

He purses his lips. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Then at least tell me why you don't like Lois."

"You know why," still frowning.

"It's not about that article she wrote criticizing one of your policies while you were Governor, is it?" she asks.

"You know damn well it is," he snaps back.

"Honey," walking up to him and resting her hands on his shoulders. "It's time to let it go. Lois will be here soon and I don't want a repeat of the last time the two of you were in a room together."

He looks back at her with a surprised expression. "You invited her to breakfast?"

"Of course I did," Martha replies. "When you pick up those babka's, don't forget to pick up some maple donuts too."

"Fine," rolling his eyes as he goes inside the bedroom to get his wallet and keys, then comes back out. "Uh…Martha?"

"What?" looking at him curiously.

"You haven't said anything about Clark's picture being in the paper. What do you think about him being with Oliver Queen?"

"I'm not sure what to think," she replies as they head down the stairs. "I only want him to be happy."

"Me too," Jonathan agrees as they reach the first floor. "I wonder if Lois has seen the paper yet," he says as he puts on his coat.

"More importantly, has Clark seen it," arching her brow.

"That, my dear, is the question," he says as he puts on his hat and gloves. "I won't be long, I hope," opening the door.

"Jonathan?"

He turns to look at her. "What?"

"I agreed with what Lois said in the article."

His jaw drops at her admission. "You…what?!"

"Deep down, you know she was right," she winks at him as she heads in the direction of the kitchen.

"That's not funny!" he yells out, frowning again when he hears her laughter as a response. He grumbles under his breath as he goes outside, slamming the door behind him…

TO BE CONTINUED…