CHAPTER 19

A few minutes later…

"So did you like your spanking?"

"Loved it, but my ass is still stinging," Oliver quips as they spoon together on the couch, his hand idly caressing Clark's stomach.

"Well you deserved it," Clark replies, looking up at him.

"That I did," smiling down at him before lowering his lips and pressing them lightly against Clarks. They both emit soft sighs as they lay there for a while just kissing before needing to pull apart and catch their breaths.

"So would you like something to soothe the sting?" Clark quirks his brow.

"Very much," Oliver replies back in a teasing tone. "What do you have in mind?"

"Patience, my dear Mr. Queen," Clark says coyly as he slips off the couch and walks out to the room.

Oliver was still lying on his stomach when Clark returns, his brows arching at what was in his hands. "Well that's certainly an interesting choice," he remarks as Clark kneels down between Oliver's legs.

"Well you did ask my father to put one aside for you," a wicked grin on his face as he holds the donut above Oliver's backside and starts to squeeze it.

"Oh," Oliver gasps out as the cool jelly hits his reddened skin.

"So you like it?" Clark queries as he squeezes the rest of the jelly out of the donut, then sets the donut down on the coffee table and begins to gently rub it all over Oliver's cheeks.

"I do," Oliver mumbles as Clark continues with his gentle ministrations.

"Well I think you're gonna like this even better," lowering his head.

"Mmm," Oliver whispers softly as Clark proceeds to lick every bit of jelly off his backside. "You were right," he declares after Clark was finished. "I did like it better," smiling up at him. "And you got to fulfill your fantasy too," winking at Clark.

"I sure did," Clark smiles back as he grabs a washcloth that he had gotten from the kitchen at the same time as the donut and carefully wipes off the stickiness left behind. "So what do you want to do now?" he asks while sitting back down.

Oliver slips off the couch and stands up, looking down at him. "I'd like to see your bedroom," holding out his gloved hand.

Clark gets back up and takes his hand in his. "I would love to show you my bedroom," leading him upstairs.

"This is nice," Oliver remarks, looking around while Clark turns down the bed.

"I like it, but now I love it because you're here," he replies in a sensual tone while stripping off his clothes and climbing onto the bed. "So what are you waiting for?" arching a brow as he lays on his side while striking a sexy pose and lightly stroking himself up and down.

Oliver doesn't hesitate to crawl onto the bed and lies down next to him. "Let me have the pleasure," Oliver whispers throatily, pushing Clark's hand away.

Clark's eyes flutter shut as Oliver's hand massages his length. "Feels good doesn't it?" Oliver mutters while nibbling on Clark's neck.

"Yes," he whispers back. "But there's something else that would feel even better."

"Oh?" Oliver quirks his brow. "Tell me what it is, Mr. Kent," his fingers stroking Clark's length harder.

Clark opens his eyes and looks into Oliver's eyes. "Me inside you."

Oliver lets go. "You read my mind," he quips as he lies on his back and spreads his legs apart so Clark could kneel between them. Oliver locks his ankles behind his upper back as Clark positions himself between his cheeks.

Oliver gasps out softly, his back arching as Clark slowly sinks deep inside him.

Clark smiles down at his lover. "I love you," he whispers in a voice full of emotion.

"Ditto," Oliver winks back at him just before their lips press together, fingers intertwining as their bodies rock together in harmony to the sound of their beating hearts…

A short time later…

"I'm glad you're a spooner," Clark says as they lay together, his back resting against Oliver's chest.

"Me too," pressing his lips against Clark's neck.

"You wanna know something else?"

"What?" looking down at Clark.

"You were right when you said you were gonna ruin me for any other man," smiling up at him.

"Of course I was," lowering his head and pressing his lips against Clark's.

"I wish it could always be like this," Clark says wistfully after they pull apart.

"I know," Oliver replies. "There's nothing I would love better than just to be with you."

"I feel the same," Clark replies with a sigh. "It's just that we have the type of careers that force us to be away a lot."

"Yeah," Oliver also sighs. "But we can make the effort to spend more time together. The last thing I want is for our relationship to suffer because our careers are getting in the way."

"I agree," says Clark.

"So I've decided to cut down the number of business trips I go on," Oliver tells him. "If I can manage it with video chat, then I will."

"You really mean that?" Clark cranes his head to look up at him.

"Yes," he replies, his hands moving up to cup his face. "Our relationship is more important," softly kissing his lips.

Clark rolls on his side and faces his fiancé. "Thank you," leaning forward to kiss him. After pulling away he adds, "Now that we're engaged, there are a few things we should talk about."

"I know," nodding his head. "So do you wanna talk now or later?"

"Let's talk now and get it over with," Clark replies, propping himself up on one elbow. "I think we should start with the living situation. As I see it, we have several options. The first is my moving in with you at the penthouse. The second is you moving in here with me and my parents."

"What's the third?" Oliver asks him.

"Well…" hesitating for a moment. "We stay exactly where we are right now until we get married, then decide where to live at that time. After all, we did agree to the one year engagement so that we could get to know each other better."

"Hmm," a thoughtful expression on Oliver's face. "You know there's a fourth option."

"Oh?" a curious look on Clark's face.

"How about we buy a place of our own now? Jimmy and Chloe told me during breakfast that the house on the other side of them is about to go on the market. They said it's in pretty decent condition, but it needs a little work. We can continue living in our respective places while the renovation is going on, then move in together."

Clark's mouth forms a small 'o' at Oliver's suggestion. "You wouldn't mind moving out of your penthouse and into a place right near my parents?"

"Not at all," he replies. "I wouldn't sell the penthouse though. We could still use it whenever we need a night away from home or if one of us is out of town or working late. I sometimes have the occasional soiree there but they're usually business related – although sometimes I like to throw one for fun. So what do you think?"

Clark thinks about it for a few moments. "Let's do it, but on one condition."

"Alright. What is it?"

"I want it to be our house so-"

"You don't want me buying it with just my money," Oliver interrupts.

"Yeah," Clark replies. "For years I've been saving money for something important like a house or a condo perhaps. I want to use some of it for the down payment. I want us to pay for it together."

"I see," lying on his back, his arms folded across his chest.

"Do you have a problem with that?" a worried look on his face.

"Of course not," Oliver's quick to reply. "I guess I just assumed that I would pay for it. It's not as if I don't have the money," turning on his side again. "I just want to make you happy."

"You don't need to buy me things to make me happy," Clark replies. "You already make me happy," reaching over to stroke his cheek. "We're in this thing together. Clark and Oliver. That's a couple."

"Will you at least let me buy you a proper ring?" his finger tracing around the edge of the signet ring of Bruce's. "I don't want a daily reminder that he was the first man that you ever had sex with."

"I thought it didn't bother you?" Clark asks in a curious tone.

"Well, maybe it does just a tiny bit," Oliver admits, holding his index finger and thumb close together. "Look, I would feel better if you were wearing something that I picked out for you. Okay?"

"Okay," Clark gazes up at him, his eyes glistening a little. "How about you buy me one and I buy you one?"

"You have yourself a deal," he replies with a quick nod of his head as they seal the deal with a kiss. "So have I told you lately that I love you?"

"You told me a couple days ago but I wouldn't mind a repeat," Clark replies with a smile.

"If I recall, after I said it you slapped me twice then told me to snap out of it," he frowns slightly. "Now that I think about it, maybe you should have been the one to get the spanking instead of me."

"Uh…" Clark stammers slightly as he starts slowly inching away, but Oliver catches on and immediately straddles his chest, effectively pinning his arms down. "You need to be punished for slapping me the way you did."

"No," Clark shakes his head as he tries in vain to pull out from beneath Oliver.

"You're not going anywhere, Boy Scout," Oliver declares. "Maybe not now, but you'll get your spanking in due time. No sense in both of us being unable to sit down at Christmas dinner tomorrow," his eyes twinkling mischievously as he shifts his body slightly. "So you said there were a few things that we needed to talk about?"

"Are you gonna let me go first?" Clark quirks his brow while ignoring the question.

"Nope," Oliver shakes his head, a smirky grin on his face. "You're my prisoner until I say so," lowering his lips to Clark's chest. "So tell me what else you wanted to talk about," he says just as his mouth is surrounding one of Clark's nipples.

"I…uh…" groaning at the delightful sensation of Oliver's teeth nipping his sensitive bud.

"What?" Oliver asks while the fingertips of his other hand rolls Clark's other nipple between them.

"It's..uh…not an easy subject to bring up but…" gasping out yet again as Oliver's backside rubs against his rapidly hardening length.

"Let me take a wild guess," Oliver says at last after he removes his mouth and fingers from Clark's nipples. "Is it about you signing a pre-nuptial agreement?"

Clark stares up at him with shock. "How on earth did you know that?"

"I figured we'd be talking about it at some point - but when you started out with 'it's not an easy subject to bring up,' that's when I figured out what you were trying to say."

"So what are your thoughts on the subject? Do you want me to sign one?"

Oliver takes a long pause before finally answering. "I trust you and I know that we'll be together forever, but I also have be practical because of the company and-"

"I understand," Clark replies. "Queen Industries was started by your parents and you've done an incredible job running it. I had absolutely nothing to do with it."

"So you're saying that you'll sign one?"

"Yes," Clark nods his head. "I insist on it," a determined look on his face. "I don't want anybody thinking that I'm marrying you for reasons other than love."

"I don't care what most people think," Oliver tells him. "The only people whose opinions I care about the most are you and your family."

"Don't forget our closest friends too," Clark quips.

Oliver chuckles lightly as he lifts himself up so that Clark could move his arms. "After the holidays are over, I'll have my lawyers draw up a first draft. If there's anything that you don't approve of, we'll talk about it until we come up with something that you do approve of. How does that sound to you?"

"Sounds fine to me," reaching up to draw Oliver down on his body, his fingers roaming up and down Oliver's bare back. "I must admit to being a little relieved."

"Why is that?" Oliver looks at him curiously.

"Like I said before, it's not an easy subject to bring up," Clark replies as his fingers move downward to lightly squeeze Oliver's cheeks.

"The subject of money never is," Oliver says. "So we've covered two major issues. Do you want to go for a third and talk about when you want to have kids or do you want to take a break from talking and just have some fun?"

"I think I'll go with fun," Clark replies with a big grin. "We can talk about kids later."

"Sounds fine by me," Oliver replies as his fingers quickly find Clark's ticklish spots, their laughter echoing throughout the house…

A couple hours later…

"I'm glad I came with you," Clark tells Oliver as he scoops out some corn and places it on someone's plate.

"Me too," smiling back while using a pair of tongs to put a few pieces of ham next to the corn.

"So how long have you been doing this?" Clark asks as he put some corn on the next person's plate.

"Since I came back from the island," he replies. "So what about you? Do you do any charitable work?"

"On occasion, but not as often as I'd like," a wistful expression on Clark's face.

"Well anytime you want to help out, just let me know."

"I will," smiling again at him. "So when do you think we'll be finished here?"

"About a half hour," he replies back. "That's when we change shifts."

"Okay," nodding his head as they continue serving the people in line…

A few hours later…

"Do you have any aloe vera?" Oliver asks as they climb the stairs. "Sitting down on my ass for the last couple hours in that Santa suit really did a number on it," he complains as they enter the house.

"There's some in the bathroom upstairs," Clark informs him as he locks the front door. "Check the medicine cabinet."

"I'll be right back," Oliver replies, heading up the stairs as Clark goes into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, taking out several containers of leftovers. Oliver returns a few minutes later just as Clark was placing two plates into the microwave. "Those meatballs look good," sidling up behind Clark.

Clark leans back against his chest. "Is that a sausage in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" craning his head and looking up at him with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"The second one," he replies as Clark turns around in his arms. "That's what I thought," his head leaning forward.

"You have the softest lips," Oliver murmurs as they continue kissing. "What's your secret?"

"Cherry flavored Chapstick," he whispers back.

"I thought it was cherry," he replies after their lips part. "No raspberry?"

"They don't make it in raspberry," he says just as the timer goes off. "Dinner is ready," giving him one more kiss before leaving Oliver's arms and opening the door to the microwave. "Damn!" he exclaims and drops the plate.

Oliver takes a look at his hand. "We should put something on that before it blisters," he tells him. "Where's your first aid box?"

"Over there," pointing to one of the cabinets.

Oliver retrieves the box and comes back to Clark, pulling out some ointment and a bandage.

"So what did you do when you were on the island?" he asks as Oliver squeezes some of the ointment onto the burn.

"I was lucky that there was a plant on the island that had soothing properties," he replies as he carefully places the bandage on Clark's hand.

"How did you know that?" Clark asks next.

"I remembered what I learned in my botany class in college," closing up the first aid box. "Does that feel better? he asks while raising Clark's bandaged hand and softly pressing his lips to his fingers.

"Much better," Clark replies back with a smile. "Remind me to use a potholder next time."

"I will," Oliver chuckles as they continue gazing at each other until somebody's stomach rumbles. "Sounds like somebody is hungry," Oliver says in a teasing tone.

"Starving, actually," Clark replies as he looks down at the food and the broken remains of the plate on the floor. "I better clean that up."

"You're hand is bandaged. I'll do it," Oliver declares. "Just tell me where your Mom keeps the rags and the cleaning supplies."

"They're in the cabinet under the sink," Clark tells him.

While Oliver is cleaning up the mess, Clark puts some more food on another plate and puts it into the microwave to heat up. Once the timer goes off, he uses a potholder to remove the two dishes. "Honey, dinner is ready," he says with a laugh as he sets the plates down on the kitchen table along with the napkins and utensils.

Oliver rinses out the rag and drapes it over the faucet to dry before coming over. "I think I'll eat standing up," picking up the plate and fork. "Red ass, you know," winking at Clark as he twirls the spaghetti around his fork and inserts it in his mouth.

"Then I'll eat standing up too," Clark replies and promptly stands up too.

"Your mother is an excellent cook," Oliver says as he's eating one of the meatballs. "You must get that from her."

"I'm pretty good, but not as good as she is," Clark remarks as he's biting into the sausage.

"What about your father?"

"His specialty is barbecuing," he replies. "Sounds like a cliché doesn't it?'

"Some people might think so," he shrugs as he polishes off the rest of the spaghetti and sets the plate down in the sink just as Clark is finishing his up. "So now what?" he asks as he also puts Clark's plate in the sink.

"How about we watch A Christmas story?"

"I thought it was on earlier?" Oliver asks him.

"TBS runs it for twenty-four hours straight," Clark replies while looking at his watch. "It should be starting up again in about twenty minutes."

"Okay, but what should we do until then?" wiggling his brows

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Ollie," Clark warns him.

"Nah," waving him off. "It's too much fun there," wrapping his arms around Clark's waist. "How about I strip you naked, bend you over the couch, and-"

"Haven't you had enough sex for one day?" Clark interrupts him.

"With you, it'll never be enough," his hands moving downward to cup Clark's backside. "So come on. What do you say?" arching his brow.

Clark just rolls his eyes. "I think we could do something a little more constructive," walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"I doubt it," a slightly disappointed look on his face. "Mark my words. I will have you over that couch," he declares as he follows Clark. "What's that?" he asks as Clark sits down on the couch with a large book on his lap.

"I thought you might like to see some pictures of me when I was younger," looking up at him as he walks over to the couch.

"Sure, why not," starting to sit down but then he winces. "Maybe I should take these pants off," he remarks, giving Clark a sly grin.

"If it'll make you feel more comfortable," Clark replies with a straight face as he opens the photo album.

"Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for," Oliver pouts as he takes off his shoes then most of his clothes. "That feels much better," he declares as he kneels down on the couch next to Clark clad only in his satin boxers. "So when was that one taken?" pointing to one of the pictures.

"That one was taken on my tenth birthday," he replies.

"And that one?" pointing to another one as he drapes his arm loosely around Clark's shoulders.

"I think that was when I was in my freshman year of high school."

"Who's the beauty?" Oliver pointing to another picture of Clark in a tuxedo, his arm linked with a girl wearing a spaghetti-strapped ice blue dress.

Clark gazes at the picture, his eyes moistening before finally answering. "That's me and my late wife at our senior prom."

Oliver takes a closer look. "Clark and Abigail," reading the caption. "So that was her name."

"Didn't I tell you?" looking over at him.

"Nope," Oliver says.

"I thought I did," Clark says as they continue looking at the picture. "My bad," turning the page. "Now this was my first serious girlfriend," pointing to another picture. "Lana," he says with a smile.

"She's beautiful. You met her in high school too?" asks Oliver.

"Yeah," he says. "I remember seeing her on the first day of school. She was so beautiful. I was almost afraid to approach her, but I decided to take the chance. Of course I stumbled over my own feet and fell down on the sidewalk about six feet in front of her," chuckling at the memory. "She came over and helped me gather up my books."

"That was nice of her," Oliver remarks.

"It was," he answers back. "When she saw the book I had on Nietzshe, she asked me if I was man or superman."

"Superman," a thoughtful expression on Oliver's face. "Now that sounds like the perfect superhero name for you."

"Nah," Clark scoffs.

"Well I like it, but I'm still gonna call you Sexy Man – at least in private anyway," Oliver grins wickedly at him. Clark just rolls his eyes at him. "So do you know what happened to her?" he asks next.

"She married another high school friend of mine, Pete Ross. He's a lawyer. She owns and operates an art gallery in Paris. The last time I talked to them was about a week ago on Skype."

"Do they have any kids?"

"A boy and a girl," Clark replies as he picks up the remote. "Now how about we watch the movie?" switching on the television. "So do you have a favorite line?" Clark asks as the opening credits begin to play.

Oliver thinks about it for a moment. "If I had to pick one, it would be the line when Ralphie is talking about the soft glow of electric sex."

"That figures. I bet you can turn even the most innocent thing into something sexual. You're just like Joey on Friends," Clark says with another roll of his eyes.

"You're one to talk," Oliver replies with a snort. "Have you forgotten about the jelly donuts?" arching one brow.

"Touché," Clark chuckles as they continue watching the movie. That's when the doorbell rings. "Who could that be?" Clark wonders out loud as he walks over to the door and peers through the glass pane.

"Jimmy?" opening the door.

"I need you to do me a favor," coming into the foyer while holding his four year old son. "Can you baby sit Gabe for me?

"Of course," he replies but he can't help being concerned by Jimmy's slightly panicky voice. "What's wrong?" he asks. "Where's Chloe? Is she alright?" his eyes widening at Jimmy's next words.

"I have to take her to the hospital because her water broke. She's in labor."

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