CHAPTER 18

A couple hours later…

"Will we be seeing you at all tomorrow?" Martha asks Chloe and Jimmy as she walks with them to the front door.

"Probably not until later in the evening," Jimmy replies while helping Chloe put on her coat.

"We're going over to my parent's house for Christmas dinner around two," she says as she puts on her hat and gloves.

"Well you wish them a Merry Christmas from Jonathan and I," Martha says with a smile as she gives them both a brief hug and a peck on the cheek before opening the door.

"Will do," Chloe smiles back as the two of them exit the house.

Martha closes the door behind them and enters the living room where Clark, Oliver, Lois, and Bruce were sitting on the couch talking while Jonathan was sitting in his recliner reading his paper. "It's been one heck of a morning," she says as she plops down on the chair adjacent to the couch.

"It sure has," Jonathan remarks while reading his paper. Just then the phone rings. "I'll get it," he says and gets up. "Hello?" he answers while cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder.

"So have either one of you decided on a date for the wedding?" Martha asks the two couples.

"We decided to get married in February," Lois replies. "What about you, Smallville?" turning to him.

Clark and Oliver look at each other before Clark answers. "We're getting married in December," he replies.

"That long?" Lois looks at him curiously.

"Our relationship has been such a whirlwind that we decided to take some time to get to know each other better," Oliver says with a smile.

"To each his own," Lois shrugs her shoulders while leaning back against the couch cushions.

They all chuckle as Jonathan comes back into the living room. "That was Kara. She just informed me that they'll be able to make it for Christmas dinner after all."

"I knew it!" Martha exclaims; startling everyone. "I just knew it!"

Jonathan smiles at his wife. "Looks like we'll be having Christmas at the farm after all."

Martha jumps up from her chair. "We need to pick up some more lamb for dinner. And more red potatoes and…" her voice trailing off as she quickly heads for the kitchen. Jonathan can't help chuckling as he follows her out of the room.

Bruce turns to Clark. "So Lois tells me that you still collect Warrior Angel comic books."

"That's true," Clark replies. "I've been collecting them since I was a kid."

"Why him? What do you find so special about him?"

"Because he protects people who can't protect themselves. He's the kind of superhero I would be if I had superpowers," he replies back with a smile on his face.

"That's my Smallville alright," Lois chuckles lightly. "So if you had superpowers, what would your superhero name be?"

"I don't know. "Probably something with the word 'man' in it I suppose."

"How about…Sexy Man?" Oliver says in a teasing tone.

"Nah," Clark shakes his head.

"He may be 'Sexy Man' to you, but I don't think that's quite right," Lois replies with a smirk. "Now what about a costume?"

"Who says I have to wear one?" Clark asks her.

"All superhero's have to wear a costume of some sort," she quips. "I think yours should be red and blue because those are your favorite colors. Maybe with a touch of gold, or yellow perhaps. And a cape. Yes, definitely a cape," starting to sound a little excited.

"A cape?" scrunching up his face. "I don't know about that."

"Doesn't Warrior Angel have a cape?" asks Oliver.

"He has wings, not a cape," Clark corrects him.

"But he does fly, doesn't he?"

"Yeah," Clark looks at him leery.

"Wouldn't a cape help with the aero dynamics?" Oliver asks as he grins back at him.

"I wouldn't know about that," his eyes narrowing slightly.

"So what about you, Ollie?" Lois asks him. "What would your superhero persona be?"

"I think if I were a superhero, it would probably involve archery," Oliver remarks. "In fact, I already have my very own superhero name."

"Oh?" Lois looks at him curiously. "What is it?"

"Green Arrow," Clark interjects, flashing Oliver a wink back.

She thinks about it for a moment. "Ollie's favorite color is green and he loves archery. That's perfect."

"Mmm, Oliver in green leather," a far away look in Clark's eyes.

The other three look over at him. "What?" a puzzled expression on his face.

"Never mind," says Lois, rolling her eyes slightly.

"So what about you, Bruce?" Clark asks, changing the focus away from himself.

"What about me?" a wondering expression on his face.

"What would your superhero persona be?" Clark asks him.

"It's not something I've ever thought about," he replies. "My parents died when I was young so I never really got into all the childhood stuff like comic books and superheroes," a trace of sadness in his voice.

"Well I already know what yours would be," Lois grins back at him smugly.

"I'm probably going to regret asking this, but…" hesitating a moment. "What is it?" he finally asks.

"Batman."

"Batman? Why Batman?" Clark asks her.

"I believe I can answer this one," Oliver pipes up. "I've known Bruce ever since we went to Excelsior together so believe me when I say that he definitely has a dark side."

"But why Batman?" Clark turns to him.

"He loves bats," Oliver replies quickly with a smirk on his face.

"So do you want to drive out to the farm now or later?" Jonathan asks while watching Martha pack up some of the food from the refrigerator.

"I was thinking a little later," she replies as she closes the refrigerator and walks over to the stovetop, picking up the spatula she left there earlier.

He walks over to her and puts his arm around her waist. "I had a different thought," leaning forward until their mouths are only a few inches apart.

"Oh?" looking up into his eyes with curiosity.

"If we left now we'd have the farm to ourselves – at least until tonight when Kara and the family arrive so…" his voice trailing off as his lips meet hers in a gentle kiss.

She drops the spatula, her arms coming around his waist as the kiss intensifies. His other hand moves downward from the small of her back, cupping her backside. "So…" slowly pulling his head away and gazing down at her.

She smiles up at him before walking over to the kitchen table. He has a look of bewilderment on his face as she picks up the bags of groceries. "What are you waiting for?" shoving the bags at him. "Let's hit the road," flashing him a coy wink as she exits the kitchen and heads back to the living room. "Clark, your father and I will be heading for the farm to get things ready for tomorrow."

"Will you need any help?" Clark asks as he gets up.

"We have things under control," she replies as she walks over to him. "Your father and I talked about it, and we decided to stay there tonight so that you and Oliver could have some privacy to celebrate your engagement." I hate lying to him, but some things are just sooo worth it, a barely suppressed grin on her face.

Clark starts to open his mouth but she quickly puts her finger over it. "There's no changing our minds," she says while pressing her lips against his cheek. "Oliver," she says as she walks over to him. "I hope you'll be able to join us tomorrow."

"I would love to," he says with a smile. "When is dinner?"

"Around four," she replies.

"That's perfect," he replies back. "I have to be somewhere for ten tomorrow morning but I should be there for dinner in plenty of time."

"Where are you going?" asks Clark.

"To serve lunch at a homeless shelter," he tells him. "It's something I do every year for Christmas."

Clark looks into his eyes. "I think I just fell more in love with you," he say in a slightly emotional voice. "Could you use some more help?" he asks.

"Absolutely," gazing back at him.

"So what about the commitment you have later today?"

"Actually I have two commitments," he replies. "One is at another homeless shelter, then the one after that is at a nearby orphanage."

"Could you use help for those too?"

"We always need help," smiling back at him. "Santa could definitely use an assistant," Oliver's eyes twinkling.

"You're Santa?" Clark looks at him with surprise.

"That's right, and proud of it," a big grin on his face.

"So will you be wearing a Santa suit?" Clark quirks his brow.

"Absolutely," Oliver replies. "And a Santa hat too," winking back at him.

I knew that Smallville probably had some fetishes, but this takes the cake, Lois thinks while listening to Clark and Oliver banter back and forth. Should I tell Clark that Ollie is into spanking? Nah, I'll let him find out about that juicy little nugget on his own. It'll be more fun for him that way, she chuckles to herself.

Jonathan comes out of the kitchen carrying several canvas bags filled with groceries. "We should get going," he tells her as he sets them down on the hallway table so he could put on his coat.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Martha turns to Clark. "There's some leftover spaghetti in the refrigerator that you can have for dinner if you want."

"Don't forget about the sausages and the meatballs," adds Jonathan as he puts on his hat and picks up the canvas bags.

"I do love a delicious, thick sausage," says Clark, looking at Oliver out of the corner of his eye and licking his lips.

"The meatballs sound delicious too," Oliver replies with a wink.

Martha and Jonathan give both of them curious looks, but say nothing. "We'll see you all tomorrow," giving everybody a brief hug.

"See you then," Clark waves back at them as his parents exit the house. He closes the door and looks back at Oliver, Bruce, and Lois. "Looks like it's just the four of us," he says as he returns to the living room and sits back down next to Oliver on the couch. "So what do you want to do now?"

"How about we play a game? Truth or Dare comes to mind," Lois says with a coy grin.

"I'm not in the mood to play a game," Bruce shaking his head.

Oliver rolls his eyes. "You really need to loosen up, Bruce."

"He's working on it," Lois is quick to pipe up. "So who wants to go first?" looking around the room before her eyes land on her fiancé. "I think you should have the honor," pointing at him. "So which is it gonna be, truth or dare?"

"I don't care for either one," he replies in a cool tone.

"Then I'll pick one for you," she says. "I pick…truth."

His eyes narrow at her for a moment. "Fine, but just the one question so you better make it a good one."

She takes a minute or so to think about it. "I have a question that I've always wanted to ask you."

"I don't like the sound of that," he replies with a scowl on his face. "Alright. Ask the damn question."

She takes a deliberate pause first. "Have you ever been intimate with a man?"

Both Clark and Oliver's jaws drop. "I can't believe you just asked him that question," Clark finally speaks up while shaking his head in disbelief.

"Well? Have you?" Lois asks him.

"I must admit my curiosity is piqued," Oliver says with an arch of his brow. "So answer the question already."

Bruce's eyes darken for a moment before he answers. "Yes."

It's Lois' turn for her jaw to drop. "You have? When?"

"Seven years ago," he replies. After Rachel died, I was in a particularly dark place so I went to a club. It was the only time in my life that I ever got drunk," pausing for a moment. "This one guy sat down on the stool next to me. We started talking and-"

"Do you remember anything about the guy?" Oliver interrupts.

"Not too much," he answers back. "He was tall with black hair, but the thing I remember the most about him was his eyes. One minute they would look a bluish-green, the next as blue as the deepest ocean. Even though I'm not gay, I just knew that I was going to have him so I grabbed his hand and led him to-"

"The men's bathroom."

Bruce looks over at Clark, whose face looked as if the blood had drained away. "How did you know that?" Bruce asks him.

Clark gulps thickly before he says, "Was it in the last stall?"

"Yes," he replies.

"Did this encounter take place at the Ace of Clubs?"

"Yes," he says again, his eyes widening as it suddenly occurs to him.

"That was you?" they both exclaim at the same time.

"I don't believe this!" Lois exclaims, rising from her chair and looking down at her fiancé with her hands on her hips. "Of all the men in this world, why did it have to be Clark?"

"Hey!" Clark retorts, glaring up at her.

"It was a one-night stand, Lois. That's all it was," Bruce declares, turning to Clark. "Clark, I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry for how I treated you and for leaving the way I did. It's not a good excuse, but I wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind at the time and-"

"Stop right there," Clark interrupts as he stands up. "I wasn't in the right frame of mind either that night. I wanted it as much as you did, but for different reasons. I know this is going to sound strange, but I have you to thank for my realizing at last that I was gay. So…thank you," holding out his hand.

Bruce hesitates a moment, then takes it. "You're quite welcome," he replies. They share a little laugh before Bruce says, "I have a question of my own for Miss Lane," turning to her. Have you ever been intimate with…say…a woman?" quirking one of his brows.

She turns a deep red at his question. "Once in college but I was drunk at the time. It didn't mean anything," she hisses through clenched teeth.

"Alright then," he declares. "We've both had an encounter with someone of the same sex so I think that makes us even," resting his hands on her shoulders. "Can we agree to leave it in the past where it belongs?" looking deep into her eyes.

She nods her head. "Okay," slowly beginning to smile as he lowers his lips to hers.

Clark turns to Oliver. "You've been awfully quiet. Aren't you shocked about any of this?" looking at him curiously.

"Are you kidding? The stories I could tell you about my college days would make your toes curl," he says with laughter in his voice.

"So you're not upset about Bruce being the first man I ever…you know…" his voice trailing off.

"Not as long as I get to be the last man you ever…you know…" winking back at him.

"You have yourself a deal, Mr. Queen," Clark declares and promptly gives him a passionate kiss on the lips.

"Well on that note, I think we should probably get going," Lois tells Bruce. "Lucy and I are supposed to meet up and visit the General at the rehab center."

"Don't forget about dinner tomorrow," Clark says to her as he walks over to the coat rack with them.

"Wild horses wouldn't keep me away from Mrs. K's lamb," she says with a grin as they put on their coats.

Clark turns to Bruce. "It was very nice to see you again."

"You too, Clark," shaking the extended hand in front of him.

"Before you go, I want to tell you one thing," he says after letting go. "If I find out that you've hurt my girl in any way, I will forget about being a gentleman and make you pay dearly. You do know that, don't you?"

Bruce lays his hands on Clark's shoulders. "I do, and I promise to always love and respect Lois."

"Good," Clark says as he takes a step back and opens the front door.

"Bye, Clark," Lois says while giving him a hug. "I love you, Smallville," she whispers in his ear.

"I love you too, Lo," he whispers back. "Be happy."

"You too," pressing her lips against his cheek, then pulls away and walks out the front door.

"See you tomorrow at dinner," he calls out to them as they descend the stairs.

She turns around in front of the limo. "Was it just me, or was your father actually friendly with me today?" looking up at him curiously.

"It's not just you," Clark replies with a smile.

"He didn't mention the article at all – yet he was cool towards me last night when I stopped by," a bewildered expression on her face. "I don't understand your father sometimes."

"I don't know what to tell you about that," shrugging his shoulders. "It's just his way if you know what I mean."

"I always know what you mean," rolling her eyes as she steps inside the limo and closes the door.

As Bruce opens the other door, Clark calls out to him. "You do know she's a handful, don't you?"

Bruce looks up at him and smiles. "I wouldn't have her any other way," winking back at him as he gets in and sits down beside her, closing the door.

Clark watches as the limo pulls away from the curb. Oliver comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist. "Are you aware that we now have the entire house to ourselves?" he whispers while pressing his lips lightly behind Clark's ear. "So many rooms to christen and so little time," his hot breath tickling Clark's skin.

"How about we start with the living room?" Clark cranes his head and looks up into his fiancés hazel eyes.

"You don't have to ask me twice," grabbing Clark's hand and pulling him back into the house, kicking the front door shut with his foot. "Let's get these clothes off," he declares and reaches for Clark's belt buckle.

"Not so fast," Clark pushes him away. "You first," he says with a smirk as he sits down on the couch and looks up at Oliver with twinkling eyes.

"Alright," slowly beginning to strip by first toeing off his shoes, then taking off the shirt. Clark's eyes begin to dilate with lust as the pants come off, then finally the silk boxers. "Like what you see?" Oliver asks while standing there in front of Clark in his bare form.

"I love what I see," Clark replies huskily. "Now come over here," patting his lap.

"Aren't you gonna take your clothes off?" he asks as he starts to straddle Clark's lap.

"Not just yet," suddenly pushing Oliver down so that he was lying on his stomach across his lap.

"What the f-" craning his head to look up at Clark.

"You were a bad boy for what you pulled on me this morning, and now you're gonna pay for it," Clark replies in a stern voice.

"You're gonna spank me?" Oliver's eyes widening.

"You better believe it," Clark nods his head.

"Did Lois tell you I was into that kind of thing?"

Clark's eyebrows arch at that question. "No, but I got the impression you were when I first brought it up during our IM chat. You sounded very turned on by the mere thought of it."

"I was," Oliver replies. "I still am," winking up at him.

"Good," Clark replies. "Now before we get started, there's just one thing I have to do," pulling out the Santa hat from his pants pocket and placing it on top of Oliver's head. "That's better," he declares with satisfaction. "So are you ready for your spanking?"

"I'm absolutely ready," Oliver replies with a big grin as Clark raises his hand above his naked backside.

"I'm gonna spank you so hard that your ass will be as red as a cherry and you won't be able to sit down for a week," Clark's deep voice sending shivers up and down Oliver's spine as he swiftly lowers his hand.

"Ahh," Oliver cries out as Clark's hand makes hard contact with his skin.

"You just love being spanked, don't you?" Clark whispers throatily as he alternates the smacks between each of Oliver's cheeks.

"Yes!" Oliver gasps out, his head dropping down and his ass twitching from the pleasurable assault. When Clark feels that Oliver has been sufficiently spanked to his satisfaction, he stops and slips his index finger between Oliver's cheeks, pushing it inside him as deep as it could go before adding a second finger then eventually a third.

Oliver's fingers grips the couch cushions as Clark thrusts his fingers hard inside him. "Oh, my," moaning loudly as Clark's other hand reaches beneath him to firmly pull and squeeze his length.

"Now it's your turn to cum," Clark tells him in a firm tone.

"Yes!" Oliver screams out, the shudders from his orgasm reverberating throughout his body all the way down to his curled up toes…

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