CHAPTER 20
"Chloe's in labor? I thought she wasn't due for another week," Clark replied, looking at Jimmy in shock.
"The baby had different ideas," he replied. "Believe it or not, Chloe was watching the Friends episode when Rachel finally goes into labor. Isn't that a coincidence?"
"There's no such thing as coincidences," Clark chuckled lightly. "Seriously though, we'd love to babysit Gabe for you."
"Thanks. We really appreciate it," Jimmy said while handing Gabe over to him. "By the way, we finally saw the picture that appeared in the paper. The two of you look very happy together."
"I think we do too," Oliver smiled while putting his arm around Clark's waist and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I better get back to the cab before Chloe starts yelling for me," Jimmy says as he opens the door and heads down the stairs. "I'll call when she has the baby," waving from the cab as it pulls away from the curb.
The three of them headed inside. "It's time for bed," Clark told the little boy in his arms.
"Not tired," Gabe mumbled while stifling a yawn.
"I beg to differ," said Clark.
"Clark," Oliver called over to him.
He paused at the bottom of the staircase. "What?"
"I'll make us some hot chocolate," he says.
"That sounds good to me," Clark returned with a smile as he headed up to the spare bedroom while Oliver went to the kitchen. After he tucked Gabe in and turned off the light, he went back downstairs and sat down on the couch just as Oliver returned with two steaming cups.
"I saw a jar of Ovaltine and made that instead," he said while handing Clark one of the mugs.
"I don't mind. I love Ovaltine," Clark replied as they tapped their mugs together.
"Me too," Oliver said with a smile. "You know, this reminds me of all the late night talks I used to have with my Mom over a cup of Ovaltine, especially on those nights when my Dad had to work late or was on one of his many business trips."
"You really miss them don't you?" Clark asked before taking a sip.
"I think of them every day," Oliver replied. "Especially around Christmas," sounding a little wistful. "So is Gabe tucked in with visions of sugar plums dancing in his head?" changing the subject.
"Knowing Gabe, it's probably Lego's," Clark chuckled lightly.
"You really want them, don't you?"
Clark sighed as he grabbed a coaster and slipped it under his mug before setting it down on the coffee table. "More than anything," leaning back against the couch cushions. "You did say you wanted them too. Right?"
"Absolutely," pulling Clark closer to him. "So do you have a preference?"
Clark looked at him curiously. "Preference? What do you mean?"
"Do you want biological kids or would you rather adopt?" Oliver clarified for him.
"I don't really have a preference," Clark replied. "I would love them no matter if they were biologically mine or not. What about you?"
"I wouldn't rule out a biological child, but the big question we'd have to answer is which one of us would be the father," he finally replied. "As for adoption, there are a lot of kids out there that need a good home."
"That's true," Clark agreed.
"So do you want to decide now or would you rather wait until after we're married?"
"I think we should wait until after we're married," Clark replied.
"I agree," Oliver said. "In the meantime, it couldn't hurt to do a little research on both options. As soon as we come back from our honeymoon, we'll officially start the process."
"How long do you think it'll take before we'll get a child?"
"I don't know. It could take months. Years even."
"That long?"
Oliver fingers lightly caressed Clark's shoulder. "It'll happen," he says in a soft tone. "It may take a little time, but it'll be worth it when we hold our child in our arms for the first time."
Clark couldn't help being touched by his words. "You always know the right thing to say,"
"It's one of my powers," Oliver replied as Clark turned his head sideways to softly kiss his lips.
Just then, Clark's phone began to ring. "I better get that," breaking the kiss. "Hello," he answered as Oliver's lips made their way down his neck. "Sure," nudging Oliver with his elbow. "Okay. Bye," hanging up.
"Who was that?" Oliver asked.
"That was Jimmy. He asked me to get Gabe's presents and put them under our tree."
"So you get to play Santa?" Oliver asked in a mischievous tone.
"Is there anything that doesn't turn you on?" Clark asks with a roll of his eyes while grabbing his keys.
"I can't think of anything at the moment," Oliver laughed as Clark puts on his coat. "I won't be long," exiting the house.
While Clark is gone, he goes upstairs to use the bathroom. Afterwards, he stops in front of the spare bedroom and looks through the partially opened doorway, gazing for a moment at the sleeping form of the little boy.
It'll happen, Clark, he thinks as he heads back downstairs.
About ten minutes later…
"That's the last of them," Clark said as he set down the last present beneath the Christmas tree. "So what do you want to do now?" looking over at Oliver. "How about watching A Christmas Story again? It's starting in five minutes."
"Nah," shaking his head "I know something that I'd rather do right now," Oliver said, his eyes twinkling. "Come over here."
Clark pulled off his t-shirt and straddled Oliver's lap. "You read my mind," his eyes twinkling as he tore open Oliver's shirt and threw it over his shoulder.
"That was a brand new shirt," Oliver gasped out as Clark's fingers tweaked his nipples, making them hard and erect.
"I'll buy you a new one," Clark growled back as he shifted his position, causing a deep groan to come out of Oliver as he rubbed up against him. "Just shut up and kiss me already," crashing his lips against Oliver's.
"What about Gabe?"
"What about him?" Clark muttered back between kisses.
"What if he comes downstairs and-"
"He's sound asleep," Clark replied back quickly as his hands moved up and down Oliver's bare back. "Besides, you're the one who loves to walk on the wild side," he drawled, staring intently into his lover's eyes.
"Guilty as charged," Oliver smirked as they resumed their passionate make-out session…
The next morning…
Clark opened his eyes and saw Oliver looking down at him. "Hey, you," a shy smile on his face while his fingers casually grazed Clark's chest.
"Hey to you too," Clark answered before they kissed. "Sleep okay?" his hands caressing his back.
"I slept just fine," Oliver replied with a grin. "I think it was because of the sexy naked man who's lying next to me as I speak. How about you?"
"Ditto," he answered back and went to kiss him again.
"Uncle Clark! Uncle Clark!"
They both looked up to see Gabe running into the room. "Santa came last night," jumping onto the bed. "Can we open the presents now? Please? Pretty please?" bouncing up and down.
"Of course we can," giving his nephew a hug. "Your Uncle Ollie and I will be down in a few minutes."
"Okay," he grinned widely as he practically leapt off the bed and rushed out of the room.
"We'll pick up where we left off later," Oliver winked at Clark as they left the bed and began to get dressed…
A few minutes later…
While Gabe was busy opening his presents, Oliver pulled out a small black velvet box from his pocket and handed it to Clark. "Merry Christmas."
Clark opened the box and lifted the lid. "Oh, wow," staring at the ring nestled in white silk.
"Do you remember what I told you the other day about this?" pointing to the signet ring of Bruce's that was still on Clark's left hand.
"I remember," Clark said softly. "You said you wanted me to wear a ring that you picked out."
"That's right," removing the ring from the box and got down on one knee. "I know I've already asked you this but…" holding the ring up.
"Will you make me the happiest man on this earth by marrying me and becoming my husband?"
Instead of answering, Clark got up from the couch and walked over to the fireplace. "You didn't," Oliver stared at him, his eyes wide with shock as Clark pulled out a small box from one of the stockings hanging from the mantle.
"Do you remember my saying that I wanted to pick out a ring for you too?" arching one brow.
"I do," he said.
"Hold on to that thought," Clark said as he knelt down in front of him and opened the box.
"Ollie," taking out the ring and holding it up, "You make me happier than I ever thought I could be," he says in a voice full of emotion. "And if you'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way. Will you marry me and become my husband?"
Oliver didn't hesitate with his reply. "Yes," he answered back. "Absolutely, yes," sounding emotional as Clark placed the ring on Oliver's finger.
"My turn," Oliver smiled as Clark removed the signet ring so that Oliver could slip the new ring onto his finger. "Perfect fit," he said before kissing Clark's hand. "I love you."
"I love you too," Clark replied as they shared a kiss.
"So technically you didn't answer my question," Oliver quipped after they pulled apart.
"I already said yes to you the first time, or have you forgotten?"
"I didn't have a proper ring back then," Oliver countered back. "So are you gonna marry me or not?"
"What do you think?" Clark said with laughter. "Of course I'll marry you," leaning forward to kiss him again.
"Lego's!"
They both looked over to see Gabe tearing the rest of the wrapping paper off the box.
"It looks like Santa got your letter," Clark said with a smile as he knelt down next to the little boy and helped him open the box.
"I wish mommy and daddy were here," sounding sad while they poured out all the pieces onto the carpet.
"They wanted to be here more than any other place in the world," Clark told him as they organized the pieces.
"Why aren't they?
Clark looked over at Oliver. What should I tell him?
He just shrugged. The truth?
Clark placed his hands on Gabe's shoulders. "Your daddy had to take your mommy to the hospital last night-"
"Why?" Gabe interrupted.
"Because your mommy gonna have another baby."
"Why?"
Help me, he mouths again.
Sorry, Oliver mouthed back with a barely repressed grin.
"Your daddy and mommy wanted you to have a baby brother or sister. That's why," Clark finally replies.
"I don't want one," Gabe frowns.
"You will once you see him or her," Clark reassures him as the phone rings. "That might be your daddy," he smiles while taking out his phone and getting up. "Hello," he speaks into the receiver while walking away.
Oliver sits down on the floor. "I think that having a brother or sister would be a wonderful thing," he says as he puts a few pieces together.
"Why?"
"I never had a brother or sister," he replied sadly.
"You can have mine," Gabe replied with a toothy grin.
Oliver looked at him. "That's really sweet of you but I don't think that your mommy and daddy would allow it."
Clark came back into the room. "That was Jimmy."
"Did Chloe have the baby?"
Clark grinned while stooping down to pick up Gabe. "You have a brand new baby sister," he tells the little boy in his arms.
"Where are we going?" Gabe asks as Clark straightened up and started walking towards the staircase.
"You can't go see your new baby sister while wearing Warrior Angel pajamas," Clark quipped as he carried him upstairs.
A short time later…
Clark entered Chloe's room, followed closely by Oliver. "She's absolutely beautiful," he declared as he leaned forward to kiss Chloe on the cheek.
"She is, isn't she," gazing lovingly at the little bundle in her arms.
"Where's Lois?" Oliver asked as he gave Chloe a kiss before pulling up a chair.
"She and Bruce were already here," she replied as she adjusted the baby's position.
"But we just got the call from Jimmy," Clark replied with a frown.
"They were visiting Lois' father when the baby came," she told them. "So where's my son?" looking around the room.
"We met up with Jimmy in the hallway," Clark told her. "So have you decided on a name yet?"
She was about to answer when Jimmy entered the room with Gabe in his arms. "You're just in time," smiling up at her husband as he came over to give both her and the baby a soft peck on the cheek. "I was just about to tell Clark and Oliver the baby's name…unless you want to tell them."
"We'll tell them together," he smiled back as he sat down on the bed next to her with Gabe on his lap. "Her name is Carol," they said at the same time.
"I like it," Clark says.
"I like it too," Oliver pipes in. "What about a middle name?"
"We can't decide between Emily and Ann," said Jimmy.
"If you picked Emily, then her initials would be CEO," Oliver said while wiggling his brow.
Clark rolled his eyes before glancing at his watch. "We better head over to the farm," he said as he stood up. "Kara and the family will be there soon."
"Okay," Oliver said as he also stood up.
"We'll stop by tomorrow," Clark adds as he walks over to say goodbye. "Congrats again," giving the baby a kiss on the top of her head. "Can you promise me something?
"Sure," says Jimmy.
"Please don't ever give Carol a Christmas present and also call it a birthday present."
"We promise," both Jimmy and Chloe said at the same time with smiles on their faces.
About an hour later…
"So this is the farm," Clark says to Oliver as they walk towards the familiar yellow house. "What do you think?"
Oliver stops for a moment to look around. "I like it," he replied, wrapping his arm around Clark's waist. "I can see why your parents are still holding onto it. It's very peaceful around here."
"You know," Clark began. "My parents told me yesterday that we could come here anytime you want. We just have to give them a heads up."
"Oh?" quirking a brow.
Clark looked at Oliver with a curious expression on his face. "What's with the oh?"
Oliver smiled back. "I'm having a lot of thoughts right now about having my wicked way with you in the hayloft."
"Oh, really?" Clark looked at him curiously. "What kind of thoughts are we talking about?"
"The naughty kind," Oliver replied before lowering his lips to Clark's ear. "There could be ropes and whips involved," pausing briefly. "And don't forget the spanking of that sexy ass of yours that I owe you," his hand moving to squeeze one of Clark's cheeks.
"You are a worry," Clark replied with a chuckle as they walked up the stairs and opened the door.
A couple hours later…
"This is the best leg of lamb I've ever had," Oliver declared as he took another piece.
"I can see that," Martha replied with a smile as he took a bite.
"Mom, you certainly outdid yourself," Kara added as she polished off the last of the roasted potatoes on her plate.
"I agree," Clark chimed in as he took a sip of wine. "So who's ready for desert?" he asked while setting his glass back down.
"Presents first, then desert," Jonathan said with laughter in his voice as he picked up the platter of lamb and potatoes and went into the kitchen.
"Yay!" Kara's son Luke yelled out as he jumped up from his chair and ran into the living room.
"You have some great kids there, Kara," Oliver remarked as they all helped Martha clear the table.
"Thank you, Oliver," Kara replied warmly as she placed her infant daughter in the bassinet.
"I can't wait until we have kids of our own," Clark said in a wistful tone while putting the leftovers in the refrigerator.
"It'll happen," she said as she wrapped her arm around her brother's waist. "I think you both will make excellent parents," giving him a kiss on the cheek. "So how about those presents?" her eyes twinkling as she pulled away and walked towards the living room.
"I really like your sister," Oliver told Clark as he wiped the table down.
"She likes you too," Clark replied while rinsing off the last plate and setting it on the dish rack.
"She did seem a little confused at first when you introduced me as your fiancé," Oliver remarked as he rinsed out the dish cloth and draped it over the spout to dry.
"Because I was engaged to Lois the last time we talked," he replied as they walked out of the kitchen.
"By the way, where are Lois and Bruce?" Oliver asked as they entered the living room.
"There was a situation at one of Bruce's factories back in Gotham that he needed to resolve in person. Lois went with him," Clark replied while Oliver sat down on the couch next to Kara's husband. "Okay, everybody," he began. "It's time."
"Time for what?"
Clark looked over at his fiancé. "A tradition that's been in our family for as long as I can remember," he begins. "We take turns every year buying a secret present. This year, it's my turn," pausing briefly before continuing. "We all write our names on a slip of paper and put it in this," holding up a Christmas stocking. "The person's name that gets picked gets the present."
"That sounds like fun," Oliver said.
Clark smiled back before answering. "I've decided not to do it this year," setting the stocking down on the side table.
"Why not, Uncle Clark?" Luke asked.
"Yeah, Clark. Why not?" Kara asked next.
"It occurred to me last night that the present I picked out this year was perfect for…" pulling out the brightly wrapped box from under the tree and handing it to Oliver.
"Me?" staring up at Clark with surprise.
"You," he answered with a smile. "Go ahead. Open it."
Oliver hesitated for a moment, then began unwrapping it. His eyes widened when he saw the picture on the box. "I don't believe it!" tearing off the last of the paper. "How did you know I've always wanted a leg lamp?" holding up the box so that everybody could see it.
"I didn't," Clark shrugged. "When you made that comment last night about the soft glow of electric sex-"
"Don't you mean electric socks?" Kara interrupted with an arch of her brow.
"Socks?" looking at her with confusion.
"Yes, Clark. Socks," cocking her head in Luke's direction.
He glanced over at his nephew and saw him staring up at him curiously. "Of course that's what I meant," he hastily replied before looking back at Oliver. "I just had a feeling that you'd like it."
"I don't just like it. I love it!" Oliver replied, setting the box down on the floor. "Thank you," standing up to give Clark a soft kiss on the lips. "Until we have a place of our own, this will stay on the desk in my office."
"Can we please exchange presents now?" Luke asked in an impatient voice.
"Of course we can," Jonathan smiled at his grandson as he began handing out the presents…
A short time later…
"Are you and Uncle Ollie gonna come out and play with us?"
"We'll be out soon," he replied as Kara wrapped the scarf around her son's neck.
"Okay," Luke replied as his father opened the door. "We're building a snowman," he added with a grin as the three of them went outside.
Oliver was throwing out the last of the wrapping paper as Clark came into the living room. "I forgot how tiring it can be chasing around after a four year old boy," he said in a wearily voice as he plopped down on the couch.
"Having second thoughts about kids?" queried Oliver as he sat next to him.
"Absolutely not," Clark declared.
"Good," Oliver replied with a smile.
"We're happy to hear that," Jonathan said as he sat down in the recliner. "We'd love some more grandchildren," winking at the two of them as he picked up the television remote.
They all laughed before Martha called out from upstairs. "Oliver, can you come up here for a moment?"
"Of course, Mrs. Kent," standing up. "I'll be right back," giving Clark a brief kiss before heading upstairs.
"I wonder what that's all about," Jonathan mused.
"I have no idea," Clark shrugged while sipping his hot apple cider.
"Is everything alright?" Oliver asked as he entered Clark's old bedroom.
"Everything's fine," Martha replied as she sat down on the bench in front of the bed. "Sit next to me," patting the spot next to her.
"O-kay," he said, sitting down.
"I almost forgot to give you this," handing him a box.
He took the box and looked at her curiously before removing the wrapping paper and lifting the lid. His eye widened when he saw what was laying there. "They're beautiful," he said as he lifted the dark green hat and matching scarf out of the tissue paper. "You made these for me?"
"Sort of," she replied.
"I don't understand," looking confused.
She hesitated for a moment. "I was in the middle of knitting them for Jonathan as a Christmas present when you and Clark got engaged," she finally said. "When Clark happened to mention that your favorite color was green, I decided that they should be yours."
He laid his hand over hers as she continued talking. "When I saw how the two of you were looking at each other, I just knew that you were the one he's always needed."
He wiped his eyes on the back of his other hand. "I knew he was the one for me the moment I met him," he admitted in an emotional voice. "It took him a little longer to figure it out though."
"That's my son," she replied.
They both had a nice little chuckle before he spoke up. "You know, the hat reminds me of the one my mother knitted for me when I was a kid. I wore it all the time until it got so worn out that I had to get rid of it. She was supposed to knit me a new one when they got back from their trip, but they never made it back home," his eyes glistening. "You're a lot like her, except she had blonde hair instead of red," a wistful smile on his face.
"That's sweet of you to say," smiling back at him.
He set the box down and wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you," he finally whispered before they pulled apart. "It must have been meant for me because it's my favorite shade of green."
They shared a laugh before a knock at the door interrupted them. "Can I come in?"
Martha walked over and opened the door. "Is everything alright?" Clark asked as he stepped into the room.
"Everything is just fine," Oliver said. "Look what your mother gave me," holding up the scarf and hat. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"It is," agreeing with him. "So how about we go outside and build a snowman with Luke?"
"Sounds like fun to me," Oliver replied. "We'll go down shortly," he added with a coy smile.
"I think I'll join your father in the living room," Martha said before turning to Oliver. "I'm glad you love it," giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before leaving the room, the door closing shut behind her.
"It looks like Mom has to knit my Dad a new hat," Clark mentioned casually after she was gone.
Oliver stared at him. "Were you eavesdropping on our private conversation?" his eyes narrowing.
"Didn't I tell you that super-hearing was one of my many powers?" Clark replied with a grin.
"You are a bad boy, Clark Kent," Oliver shook his head sadly. "You must be punished."
"Are you saying that you're gonna spank me like I spanked you yesterday?" Clark's eyes dancing with anticipation.
"You can count on it," Oliver teased. "The day will come when I'll have your naked ass across my lap," locking the bedroom door. "In the meantime, strip off your clothes and get into position," he said in a firm tone before pointing towards the upholstered chair in the corner of the bedroom.
Clark looked at him with surprise. "Here? Now?"
"Why not?" Oliver asked as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Because I feel kinda funny having sex with you while my parents are downstairs," sounding a little nervous.
"But this is your bedroom," Oliver replied back while taking off his socks. "I'm sure your parents wouldn't mind. After all, we are engaged to be married."
"I know, but-"
"What about last night?" Oliver interrupted.
"What about it?" Clark looked at him curiously.
"We had a rather passionate make-out session while Gabe was upstairs sleeping or have you forgotten?" quirking a brow at Clark.
"We didn't even have sex," Clark retorted. "The only clothes that came off were our shirts. Besides, Gabe is a heavy sleeper. He'd sleep through an earthquake if we had one."
"I see," Oliver said as he toed off his shoes. "That didn't stop you from enjoying what I did to you in the hallway the other day while everyone was in the kitchen," unbuckling his belt. "Are you now telling me that the possibility of being discovered isn't a turn-onfor you?" tossing the belt aside.
"I've already punished you for what you did to me that day," Clark countered as Oliver pulled his zipper down and removed his pants.
"You didn't answer my question," Oliver replied while walking over to Clark. "Did it turn you on or not?"
Clark gulped thickly as Oliver pushed his green silk boxers off his hips, sliding down his legs to the floor. "Well?" standing in front of him with his arms folded across his chiseled chest.
Clark licked his lips hungrily, his eyes drinking in the sight of his lover in all his beautiful nakedness. "Fine. You win. You always win," throwing his arms up in defeat before removing his clothes.
"Of course I do," Oliver replied with a smirk on his face as he admired his lover's naked body. "Now be a good boy and bend over for me."
Clark just rolled his eyes as he bent over one of the armrests. "Does this meet with your approval, Mr. Queen?" wiggling his ass.
"It does," Oliver replied as he stood behind him. "Now was that so hard?" he quipped while his fingers cupped Clark's taut buttocks before moving up to his waist.
"Are you talking about me or are you talking about yourself?"
"I was talking about both of us," Oliver answered as he sank deeply into him. "Now this is how I really like you," he whispers throatily in Clark's ear.
"Me too," Clark gasped out, his head dropping down as Oliver began moving slowly in and out of him at a gentle pace.
His fingers tightly gripped the other armrest; pleasurable moans coming out of both of them as each subsequent thrust came faster and became more intense.
"Yes!" Clark cried out loudly as he came hard, followed a few seconds later by Oliver. After their shudders finally ebbed away, Oliver slowly pulled out of him and stood up, stretching briefly.
"I wouldn't exactly call that a punishment," Clark remarked dryly as he stood up.
"I didn't say it was," Oliver said as he bent over the armrest.
"What do you think you're doing?" Clark asked in a curious tone.
"We're not going downstairs until I've had my turn," Oliver winked at him.
"Hmm," Clark muttered thoughtfully as he stepped up behind him, his fingers gently cupping Oliver's perfectly shaped ass. "At least the redness is almost gone," he quipped as he lightly rubbed his length between Oliver's cheeks a few times before pushing forward, filling and stretching him until he was as deep inside him as he could possibly be…
A little while later…
"Ollie?"
"What?" Oliver asked as he was pulling on his boxers and pants
"You don't think they heard us, do you?" sounding worried.
Oliver smiled and softly pressed his lips against Clark's. "I'm sure they didn't."
"I hope you're right," Clark replied as they finished getting dressed before leaving the room.
Martha looked up to see them coming down the stairs. "We're going outside," Clark said as they put on their coats. "See you in a bit."
"By the way, the hat fits perfectly," Oliver said as he wrapped the scarf around his neck. "Thanks again," he said with a smile as he followed Clark outside, the door shutting behind him.
Martha turned to her husband. "They're gone now. You can take the headphones off," she told him in a loud voice as she took hers off.
He looked up. "Well it's about time," sounding relieved as he took them off and aimed the remote at the television.
Clark paused on the top step of the porch. "Did you notice that my father was wearing headphones?"
"No," Oliver replied as he pulled on his gloves. "He probably didn't want to disturb your mother."
"But she was wearing them too," Clark answered back. "You don't suppose…"
"Suppose what?" looking at him curiously. "That they heard us while we were upstairs?"
"Well, duh!" Clark rolled his eyes. "I knew it! I just knew it wasn't a good idea," hitting Oliver on the back of the head.
"Hey!" rubbing the spot where Clark hit him. "You just Gibbs-slapped me!" glaring at Clark.
"Well you deserve it, especially after what you did to me," Clark retorted back.
"You did the same thing to me," Oliver countered before adding, "You most definitely deserve that spanking," Oliver's eyes narrowed at him.
"Why do you have to spank Uncle Clark?"
They both looked over to see Luke standing there. "Well?"
"Well…uh…your Uncle Clark just hit me on the head," he told the little boy.
He looked over at Clark. "Why'd you hit Uncle Ollie?" he asked. "Did he do something bad?"
"Yeah, Clark. Why did you hit me?" Oliver asked. I dare you, he mouthed to him silently.
Clark gave him the 'if looks could kill' glare before he answered. "Your Uncle Ollie did something to me that he shouldn't have done."
"That's not true," Oliver insisted. "Your Uncle Clark enjoyed what I did to him." Two times, he mouthed again.
"What did he do?" looking at Clark curiously.
"Go on, Clark. Tell him," Oliver prodded him.
"Who wants some homemade apple pie?" Martha called out from the kitchen.
"I do, I do!" Luke exclaimed before rushing up the porch stairs and into the house.
"Joining us?" asked Kara as she and her husband came up the stairs.
"We'll be right in," Clark replied.
"Okay," she said as they opened the door.
Clark turned to Oliver as soon as they were inside. "I wouldn't be expecting any sex tonight if I were you," he said to him in a cool tone as he put his hand on the doorknob.
"Oh we're having sex tonight," Oliver declared. "You can count on it."
"You're delusional if you think I'm gonna submit to your advances," Clark said as he opened the door.
"You know you'll submit because you love it," Oliver drawled in a sexy tone while giving Clark a firm smack on his backside. "That's a preview of coming attractions," he said with a smirk as he brushed past him into the house.
"We'll just see about that," Clark muttered under his breath as he followed him inside…