lady_bug_kay | Supermanfic: Besotted (Clark/Oliver)

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Supermanfic: Besotted (Clark/Oliver)

Title: Besotted
Author: ladybugkay
Fandom: DCU and Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Oliver
Rating: R (bordering on NC-17)
Word Count: 1228
Warnings: sex and some very bad writing
Summary: Clark and Oliver are interrupted whilst in the midst of, well, you know. Can be read on its own, but was intended as an epilogue to my Revelations series that started with Denial.
Disclaimer: DC and Gough & Millar and others own the rights. I slash the boys for fun and intend no copyright infringement.
A/N: I was trying for a specific mood when I wrote this (very late at night), but I think it's probably safe to say the experiment failed. So, this is an itty, bitty, smutty, completely gratuitous epilogue that I couldn't resist writing, even though it's really quite terrible and actually detracts from a series of which I am rather proud. (In other words, feel free to ignore it.) *hides face in shame*

“Good God, Smallville, take it somewhere with a locked door next—Ollie?!”

“Lois!”

Oliver jerks his head up from Clark’s lap and falls abruptly backward, landing with a loud thud. He searches desperately for pants or a shirt, something with which to cover himself, but their clothing has all somehow acquired powers of independent motion and wandered off. Finally, he tugs a sofa cushion out from under Clark’s ass—what a glorious ass it is—and tries to disappear.

It doesn’t help that Clark, the aggravating, infuriating, insufferable, mouthwateringly naked work of art that he is, is biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

None of this is funny, and if Lois had walked in here twenty minutes earlier or five minutes later, the words ‘compromising position’ would have acquired new meaning in the state of Kansas.

Not that that would have stopped Oliver. In fact, twenty minutes earlier or five minutes later, and Oliver probably wouldn’t have even heard Lois.

For a long moment, everything fades to black as Oliver indulges in the remembered sensation of naked, writhing bodies and sweat-slick limbs, losing himself in the rushing undertow of licentious images. He can still feel the moans and sighs reverberating through every inch of his body, and he wants nothing more than to go back and do it all over again. It’s been hours, and he can’t stop licking Clark’s body, tasting his skin and sliding his fingers over kneecaps and shoulder blades.

“Oliver.”

Oliver is drowning in Clark, has drowned in Clark, and he can’t seem to make himself care enough to come up for air. Everything he never knew he wanted, needed, and it’s all under his fingertips and thrusting deep inside him, and—

“Oliver.”

He snaps back into focus, a rubber band released from tension, and there is no more edge of humour in Clark’s voice.

Lois. Right. Oliver blinks hard and tries to concentrate.

Lois’s face is sharp before him, outraged more than hurt, a fact for which he has just enough awareness to be grateful. Apparently anger is to be the order of the day, and Oliver cringes slightly because Lois can flay him with her tongue faster than Clark can get from point A to point B, and today has been such an incredible day he really can’t bear a patented Lois-lecture.

On the edges of his vision, Clark is naked and beckoning, a temptation without even trying to be, and Oliver wonders how anyone could expect him to deal with Lois under these sorts of conditions.

“What the hell is going on here?” Lois’s voice has that ruthlessly restrained air of hysteria about it, the one that makes Oliver’s head ache.

Oliver looks to Clark for answers, because all he remembers, is wanting to see Clark, coming to see Clark, seeing Clark, and then the world dissolving into a cornucopia of pornographic scenes and erotic sensation. They’re certainly not bad memories; they’re just not very helpful at this point in time.

Clark looks back at Oliver, something in his eyes saying that this is real, this is truth, and Oliver finds himself nodding without a second thought. Or, without any thought beyond the softness of Clark’s eyelashes against his inner thigh and the aching smoothness of Clark’s lower back

There is something Oliver should say. He knows this, but he doesn’t seem quite able to bring his mind back from all the sex it’s still having, so his body continues to run the show.

Besides, every thought Oliver has had for the past—well, he isn’t exactly sure how many days ago it all started, but probably around the time he finally let Lois go—has centered around Clark Kent, and all he can think to say is, ‘I can’t help it. Have you seen his ass?’ Yet even in his apparently sex-addled state, Oliver knows this isn’t the best way to console his ex-girlfriend for his unexpected (and extremely naked) presence in Clark’s loft, so the damning words remain unsaid.

And he stands there, silent and staring, his eyes flickering between Lois and Clark.

Lois clenches her teeth and turns to Clark.

“Smallville? You better have a damn good explanation for swapping bodily fluids with my erstwhile boyfriend.”

Oliver keeps his eyes on Clark, hoping Clark will take control of this situation as he did the one from hours before, when he stepped forward and made Oliver’s body his without even a hint of hesitation. It was a situation that had a remarkably enjoyable outcome; one Oliver finds himself reliving even as he struggles to give Lois the attention she deserves.

Later, Oliver will reach the conclusion that it’s really not his fault that he becomes transfixed by a single bead of sweat making its tantalizing way down Clark’s perfect chest, snagging on every dip and curve of muscle as it moves. In fact, he thinks it’s possible that no one in the world would deny that Clark Kent, naked and unashamed, is the embodiment of irresistible.

In the moment itself, however, Oliver makes a desperate attempt to control himself. He forces his eyes back up to Clark’s face, but when Clark blinks, a single flicker of eyelids, slow and deliberate, Oliver loses any semblance of speech he still retained. Clark’s eyes say everything Oliver can’t stop thinking, and it’s hotter than the hottest striptease ever performed.

To think, to imagine, the wonders of Clark Kent, unclothed and undone, is one thing, and something that has occupied Oliver’s mind for far too long. But to know, to remember, the ecstasy of touch and taste and smell and sight and sound, is something else entirely.

An obsession never to be resolved.

A very small part of Oliver is aware he is ignoring Lois again without even trying. The words she’s spitting at him, somewhat justifiably, he’ll admit, can’t quite sink through the haze that’s everywhere around him and that holds no room for anyone other than Clark.

All Oliver wants right now is for Lois to go away again, so that he can keep touching Clark. He thinks he might be addicted to the taste of Clark, the taste of him everywhere, because he really needs his tongue to be back on Clark’s body. Or in Clark’s body; Oliver isn’t picky. It all feels like some hallucinogenic drug that won’t ever leave his system, and he’ll die happily with it still coursing through his veins.

Oliver will never know what Clark says or does to make Lois leave, or how long it takes, and he can’t actually find it in himself to care. But he will always remember the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead and the way Clark left the lingering taste of apples and salt on his lips when they finally started kissing again. It’s really all he needs to know, and even if Lois never speaks to him or Clark again, it will be worth it to have this. Oliver is beginning to think Clark doesn’t actually ever need to be clothed again, because there is really so much still to be done with skin on skin and the scent of arousal coiling through the air.

Yes, Oliver thinks, as his back arches in a twist of pleasure, clothing is highly, highly overrated, and clothing on Clark amounts to outright blasphemy. Oh, God!

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you wrote an epilogue!!!! *hugs you* this was brilliant. Oh man, Lois's reaction. I love her, but I was all with Ollie . . . go away Lois and let the boys have their hot sex. ;)

Oliver ignoring Lois was priceless. :D

"He searches desperately for pants or a shirt, something with which to cover himself, but their clothing has all somehow acquired powers of independent motion and wandered off."

*dies* oh man, that line was SO perfect. Clearly, their clothes realize that the boys look better without them. ;)

Words can't describe how much love i have for this story! Thanks so much for writing this. It totally made my night!

Wow. Thank you! I barely had this posted when you commented, and I'm over the moon at the fact that you enjoyed it.

I'd been toying with the idea of an epilogue in which Lois interrupts them, but I never really got the right inspiration. I wasn't really satisfied with this, but if I made you happy, then I'm glad I posted it.

And yes, I agree with the boys' clothes: they do look better in nothing at all. As a matter of fact, I think their clothes have snuck off to a secluded place together to have their own fun. Just imagine Clark's slutty boxers taunting Oliver's nice, tight pants. LOL

Thank you so much for commenting (and so quickly!) and for being so nice. You made MY night, and I love you for liking this shameless little epilogue. ;D

i refreshed the

ollieville page and i almost squealed. thank god i didn't. my roommate would've been a little freaked out. LOL

i LOVE shameless fics. sex fics are fun (especially since i can't write it so i really enjoy other people's).

and oh man, now you're making me have naughty thoughts about their clothes. LOL! *blushes*

do you mind if i add this to my clark/oliver list?

Dirty clothes, dirty-minded clothes: same thing! :D

I can't write full-on sex fics the way some people can, but I dabble every so often. (Sex is hard to write well! LOL)

And please, do, go right ahead and add this to your Clark/Oliver list. You're a sweetheart for pimping me out like this.

Good grief. I'm shifting in between being astonished by how incredibly sexy that was and laughing my butt off. lol. Oliver is SO distracted, and who in their right mind could blame him. Just picturing him though, hiding, and being unable to stop looking at Clark while Lois is there...I'm dying. lol.
This was really fantastic, and I absolutely LOVED reading it.
This:
‘I can’t help it. Have you seen his ass?’
Yeah...that killed me. Have I mentioned how much I loved this?

Oh, wow. Thanks so much. I'm grateful and relieved that you liked this one. For some reason, the Oliver in this series seemed to be a little more hopeless and struck dumb by desire than I've written him since. Granted, this series was my first Oliver fic, so...

And yeah, I liked the image of Oliver hiding behind a couch cushion and staring at Clark while Lois waits for an explanation, too. As for his thoughts about Clark's ass, well, I've decided that Oliver is a little bit obsessed with that ass. It's pretty much canon for me. LOL

OMG that was just too awesome for words, i'm in love, wonderful work and omg i think i'm gonna have a nosebleed *i'm so blaming you if i die of blood loss* lol.

'he tugs a sofa cushion out from under Clark’s ass—what a glorious ass it is—and tries to disappear' LMAO Ollie is just too cute and i must admit i agree with that thought.

'clothing on Clark amounts to outright blasphemy. Oh, God!' rofl this fic just killed me. Incase i haven't been clear I totally LOVE THIS!

I sincerely apologize if you die of blood loss. LOL

But I'm very, very happy to know that you enjoyed this, particularly as I don't consider it quite up to par. But if I made you laugh, that's really all that matters. Thanks so much for your lovely comments. :)

Wow that was just too incredible for words. Just the outright sexiness of this whole fic was unbelieveable. You did such an incredible job of lusting up the boys so much that they can't even think straight. WOW ... once more. Such a fantastic epilogue. I loved it!! Thanks so much for writing the conclusion and I can't wait to read more from you!!!!!

Thanks so much!! I wish this were better than it is, but no matter how I tweaked it, I couldn't get it quite right. I'm glad you still enjoyed it, though. :)

WHY don't you like this?!! It's great, and fits perfectly with the series! (And I know this for a fact because I just re-read the series with pleasure) First, I love the title. It fits this scene to perfection. Then I love the way you build up the manifestation of Ollie obsession, layer upon layer of physical observations that are simply...delicious. :))

Of course, this can't be THE epilogue. It needs to be the epilogue, part "A". You need a companion piece from Clark's perspective. Yes, that's what we need... :)))

I also don't think this series needs to end at all. I love it so.

Bravo!

Wow. Thanks. I can't quite put my finger on why I'm not satisfied with this; maybe it's because it doesn't quite finish things off for me in the way I wanted. In which case, I might end up taking your suggestion to make this NOT the epilogue and write, maybe Clark's POV or Lois's or just continue with it. Who knows? It's been a while since I've been inspired to write Clark/Oliver, and without Oliver on the show yet this season...

I also don't know what it is about this particular Oliver that I have made him so completely infatuated with Clark, but he certainly is fun to write.

You always say the nicest things, and I really, really love you for being so supportive. :D

Heh, I liked this and the whole series (hadn't read it before right now). Clark and Oliver are just meant for each other in that special way afforded to vigilantes (or future vigilantes), and they're hot together. Nice slow realization for both of them.

And then poor Lois. I can easily imagine her standing there, outraged, and babbling, and Oliver just totally ignoring her. And then, you know, their position five minutes from there.

Nice!

Thank you! I'm glad you took a chance on the series, and that you enjoyed it. It was the first Clark/Oliver I had ever written, and it just kept rolling from the initial one-shot.

I have the feeling Clark hustled Lois out of there pretty quickly after he realized Oliver was all tangled up in wanting him. I imagine she's sulking somewhere, or maybe ranting with Chloe about it all.

Aaah, you are the only person on my flist who gives me Clark/Ollie, so I am always overjoyed when you post anything with them.

They're absolutely adorable and fun here - poor Ollie, getting interrupted is a fun image (and oh, how pretty!) but the image I like most is Clark biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Oh, Clark.

and the way Clark left the lingering taste of apples and salt on his lips when they finally started kissing again.

Mmmmmmmm. A perfect description.

Well, I am very happy to be able to bring a little Clark/Oliver into your life. This wasn't much, but it had been sitting on my hard drive for a while waiting to be tweaked, and when I did as much as I could, I had to throw it out there.

I'm glad you had fun with it. (I don't really seem to write as much angst as I could--should?--but sometimes the voices I give characters get all twisted up in their ludicrous thoughts and the angst flies away.)

And I'm thrilled you liked the apples and salt line, because I really liked that one, myself. :)

Very sexy! I love that there's someone out there writing really good Clark/Ollie fic. And who amongst us doesn't understand Ollie's overwhelming lust for Clark? Come on now! :)

>>I love that there's someone out there writing really good Clark/Ollie fic.

Wow. Thank you! I am quite proud of this little series (aside from the epilogue), and I had a lot of fun writing it. As there wasn't really a LOT to go on for Oliver's character in season 6, it makes it easy to play around with his personality and his thoughts. (And his lust for Clark!)

I've had a request to continue with this series, and I've been wanting to write some more with Oliver, lately, so who knows? This might end up not being the epilogue, after all. :)

Thanks again for your wonderful, wonderful comments.

lololol, you have managed the perfect combination of funny and hotness!!!!!!!!!!!
who would not have felt the same as Ollie??
poor lois she never had a chance!!
great job!

I'm thrilled you like this shameless little epilogue.

O-M-G!!!! That was fantastic. Damn fantastic! I just got throgh reading your whole series. Awesome.

I am not sure how I stumbled onto this pairing, I literally started reading these the other night, and this series is the first one that made me stop and just be like DAMN! LOL!
So, yeah, jsut got into them!

Love it!

Oh, thank you! This is one pairing I stumbled into, myself, and although I've moved away from it a bit, every once in a while, I get sucked back in.

Thanks so much for commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed this series.

Oooh, nice series. Loved it. :D

I can so see this happening. lol.

Well, hello, again. Fancy running into you over in this fandom. *g*

I'm glad you liked this little series. It began life completely innocently as a oneshot, but then inspiration kept coming. (I'm kind of hoping something similar happens with my Dean/Castiel fic, actually.)

Well, I used to watch SV and sometimes I leave it on if there's nothing else on Tv, but i did wtch the stuff with The Green Arrow and he's really purdy plus I did love their Lois Lane. Heh

Not a big fan of their Clark Kent or lana lang but niiiceee Lex. XD

Not exactly what'd I'd buy a DVD set off, but watching it ain't all that ad. Well, I haven't been watching much you know recently but sometimes it's caught my eye. lol.

Mostly lately it's been because of the shallowness and pretty boys like JA and the guy who played Green Arrow. lol.

That tends to happen, and it's lovely when it does. (I'm hopin that as well. ;))

I watched the first few seasons, and then after that I'd catch an episode every so often in case they had done anything interesting with the Superman legend or in case it got any better, but the last couple of seasons have been pretty terrible, and I rarely made it through an entire episode. (It's a lukewarm-like/hate relationship. LOL)

That being said, I watch it for the pretty boys, too. Hence the Green Arrow inspiration. *g*

Hehe. XD

It's really the best way to view SV now. lol.

No other way. No other way.

True. True.

(Is now reading Apotheosis instead of goin to sleep. lol.)

Oh, that's a long one. But I'm still kind of proud of it, even though it was written completely on the fly without any plotting done beforehand.

Hehe. I love long stuff. :D

I wish i could do that. I used to be able to do that. but now I've just feel like my muse has moved to Wales or something. *Sigh*

And i'm still gonna do NaNo this year. Yeah, we'll see how that one goes. XD Though now I wanna combine two original fic worlds I have and one has fallen angels in it. I blame SPN. lol.

Vamps, Fae's and Angels. Fun! XD

I love long fics, too, and I've written a few of them, but lately I seem to be stuck writing oneshots. Damn those capricious muses.

I know. Evil things. And sometimes they don't even stick around long enough to get you writing.

They just give you ideas and then run away. Evil things.

I know I'm coming wa-a-a-ay late to the party, but here I am anyway. *grin*

As a writer, I can understand the feeling of dissatisfaction you might have for one of your pieces - I think it rocks, BTW - but your readership obviously doesn't share the feeling. *LOL*

Now, while Dick Grayson may be my one true love - okay, indulge me? - I have the hots for Oliver Queen like nobody's business. Always have. Green Arrow is my go to hot guy, my bad boy, the dude always up for a good time. *grin* That being said, I adored this fic! I loved the pieces leading up to it, but girl, this piece made me laugh out loud - before 9:00 AM and before the second cup of coffee! Oliver is PRICELESS! Besotted Oliver is RIGHT! Oh, I love him to little bits!

because he really needs his tongue to be back on Clark’s body.

This line killed me - in a very lovely way. *grin*

So please, don't worry about this piece - it works in every little way it can; a glorioius paean to Ollie's total obsession with the 'important' matters of life. *grin*

I loved it.

Never be ashamed of a little Green Arrow love. You're welcome to be ashamed of Smallville, as I am the last few years, but never of Green Arrow.

And Justin Hartley as Oliver and Tom Welling as Clark? They were pretty much made to slash, hence the epilogue to a series that was initially supposed to be simply a one-shot to fill the gap between seasons. Ay, me. (But I'm tickled rosy pink that you liked it.)

OMG!! This entire fic was all kinds of awesome! LOVED it :D *adds to memories*

Aww, thank you. This was some very early writing of mine, and it shows a bit, but I like to think it's still a fun read. And it's an honour making it into someone's memories.

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WHAT IS THIS AMAZINGNESS I DON'T EVEN /melts into twitching puddle of hot goo

Just win. Pure, pure win.

Ohgod, Lois... You are just so awesome, but you really have to learn to realize when Ollie is in no shape to answer you, or even form a coherent thought.

And OLLIE. He's so far blissed out that he really doesn't get what's going on, and I love how he just kept looking at Clark to explain to Lois that yes, they were in fact having some pretty (obviously) mindblowing sex and he's really sorry about this but could she just leave pretty please no offense intended.

Poor Clark, though, left to bear the brunt of the Lois-fury, even though it really is all his fault, if indirectly, because come on, DAT ASS. I would totally go straight for it. Also, I really do wonder just what did he say to get Lois to leave. /ponders.

(write something 'bout that like Clark's pov or something pretty please?)

Thanks so much for the great review! Sadly, I doubt I'll be writing any more of this. My Clark/Oliver muse fled a long time ago. Admittedly, the final season of the show has attempted to entice her back, but without a great deal of success.

OMFG!!!! Brilliantly done. I LOVED being in Ollie's and Clark's minds. Making my way through OLLIEVILLE, I found what I thought to be a stand-alone piece "Denial" and a quick read (given the time at hand) only to keep clicking and clicking all the way to this most delicious of epilogues! Do I seem out of breath? I am! Your writing is exquisite and your descriptions just brilliant.

Wonderfully enjoyable, even 3 years down the road!!!

Aww, thank you! I kind of miss my Clark/Oliver days, so it's always a thrill when someone new stumbles across these old things and enjoys them anew.

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Supermanfic: Besotted (Clark/Oliver)

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