Blindsided - Part I

Title:    We Are Young
Rating:    M - Mature
Author:    SilverSnikle
Characters:    Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Chloe Sullivan, Oliver Queen
Timeline:   Season 6 - Beginning at Hyro
Warnings:   N/A
Disclaimer:   Borrowed characters ... No affiliation to CW/WB, DC
Summary:   Begins at Hydro. Clark knows he shouldn't be indulging these thoughts.
Feedback:   Oh, yes please! (I'm starving for some concrit...)
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He reached down to offer her a hand up, to help her to her feet, knowing Oliver should be making himself appear any second. She grabbed his offered hand and pulled, raising up from the ground and closing the space between them. It never occurred to him how she meant to prove her theory. Not until she put the last part of her plan into action.

Her body pressed against him, and he knew he should move back, put space between them. But her smile hypnotized him. "Your secret's safe with me, Oliver."

And he knew he was not Oliver, because Oliver was on his way. And she smiled bigger, leaning back away from him a little, and again he knew then was the moment to pull away, to step back and put distance between them. But she moved forward again before that thought fully took root and her lips were pressed against his and he couldn't move. He was frozen in place, unable to think, to react, to respond, to do anything but feel. He could feel her body pressing into him, her lips working against his, her tongue snaking out and between his own lips.

He reacted then, parting his lips, and allowing her the access she wanted and pressing back into her. Later, he would tell himself it was only to prove her theory wrong. But really, Oliver walking up to them was enough proof. He should be worried about Oliver, about him seeing them like this, but he's not. He can't be. It felt ... right. That confused him, and he was distracted as she pulled away, both of them lacking oxygen.

"You're- Um..."

"Hell of a thank you." Even with his super-human senses he hadn't seen the other man join them. Clark was frozen again, this time by the amusement in his friend's voice. He thought this was funny? He must have been crazy. Clark couldn't take his eyes off of her, even as she turned her head first to see Oliver and then back toward him in understanding.

He saw her hand rise and knew what was coming, and he waited for it, wanting it. He deserved it, and he wished he could actually feel the sting of it when her hand connected with his face. He let his head swing to the side with the motion of her hand and felt disappointment wash over him. When his head straightened, her smile was gone.

She turned back to Oliver and he saw Jimmy, prepared to capture his face with that stupid camera, so he disappeared around the corner. He slid to the ground, pulling the hood back and removing the dark sunglasses. He was still struggling to breathe normally.

He could still feel the ghost of her lips against his, and pushed back the thought that he should be focusing on feeling the sting of her slap instead. His eyes were wide in the realization that he really had enjoyed that kiss. He had felt at home in it. His lips curved, and he let them, into a dazed sort of smile. Now he understood what Oliver saw in her.

...

She smiled up at him, his face shadowed in the dark even more by the hood. His eyes were hidden behind the dark sunglasses and she wondered momentarily how he could see clearly through them. She accepted his outstretched hand and used it to pull herself to her feet, leaning into him.

She remembered the purpose of all this, suddenly determined to prove her theory and knowing exactly how to do so. "Your secret's safe with me, Oliver."

And she moved forward, capturing his lips with her own, pressing into the soft flesh. Even from the first touch she knew something was off; not wrong. Wrong was not an accurate statement, because nothing had ever felt so right, but something was definitely off. Her lips moved of their own accord and she didn't fight them. Her hand squeezed his arm tighter and she pressed her lips into his, gliding her tongue through and feeling elated when he responded then, allowing her access. He pressed into the kiss then, and she was lost. There was something gnawing at the back of her consciousness, but she couldn't be bothered to pay it any mind.

His taste registered and it was amazing, and comforting, and he smelled amazingly like perfection, but not all like Oliver. And she knew what was different, she knew what her mind was screaming at her. Her body fought against her and the ache building low was hard to ignore, but she pulled back.

The distance allowed her to form a full thought and she opened her mouth, staring at the dark face in front of her. "You're- um..."

"Hell of a thank you." She whipped her head around, her eyes meeting Oliver's. And her heart was torn. How could this man, in green leather, not be her Oliver? She had never second guessed herself. She'd had proof!

But there had been no denying what was right in front of her. She looked back at the man who had held her, who had kissed her so deeply and passionately and anger flared inside her. Because he should be Oliver. Or, Oliver should be him. And he, with his soft lips, should be the one holding her at night, his thick lips the ones she kissed before falling asleep. She raised her hand and slapped him hard. He had taken advantage of her. What kind of man would just let her kiss him? But even as she thought it, she knew the smack was less for that than the fact that he wasn't hers.

She turned to face Oliver, unsure what to say or how to explain. She felt a breeze and the green-arrow-kissing-bandit was gone.

"Did you just call him Oliver?" And in that simple statement, Lois knew two things. Oliver wasn't mad, because he knew she thought she was kissing him. Also, he'd watched the entire kiss.

...

He watched from a shadow as Clark reached a hand down to help Lois get to her feet. With her big grin plastered across her face, she accepted. Oliver's heart lifted, knowing that smile was for him.

She pulled on Clark's hand, rising up from the ground and pressing against the other man's body. Oliver was shocked that Clark didn't stumble backward awkwardly at the intrusion of personal space.

"Your secret's safe with me, Oliver." He smiled at that, but the happiness was short lived as she leaned up to press her lips to Clark's.

Anger flared in him, and he clenched his fists, ready to smash Clark's face in. And then he remembered her words. She was expecting his lips, not Clark's. And his smile was back, the red fading from his eyes. The fact that Clark appeared frozen only served to amuse him as he watched. And when Clark did move, leaning into the kiss from Oliver's girlfriend, Oliver could only smile wider. Lois was one hell of a kisser. Alien or human, there was no escape. He knew Clark was powerless against the tender caress of her lips. He himself had fallen under the same spell. Besides, she would recognize it wasn't him soon enough, and break away.

And she did, eyes wide as she spoke, "You're- Um..." And Oliver decided there was no time like the present to make himself seen.

He stepped forward in a slow stride toward his girlfriend and his friend, still in a half embrace. "Hell of a thank you." He couldn't keep the amusement from his voice, even though he knew he should be somewhat frustrated by it all.

She looked at him then, and he knew she was still fighting the truth. Well, the truth was, she was right about her theory, just not about who was wearing the leather suit that night. He cocked an eyebrow and glanced at Clark.

She looked back to Clark and Oliver had to hold back a chuckle as her hand connected with the side of Clark's face. Part of him, quite a rather large part in reality, wished Clark could feel that slap. He certainly deserved to. He had kissed her back, whether he had an option or not didn't matter.

And then she was facing him again, and stepping toward him. He saw Clark disappear just as Jimmy's camera flashed again. Lois stood next to him, both of them staring after the spot where he'd been seconds before.

She was tense and he knew it was half his fault. He had set her up, after all. As much as he wanted her to suffer from the quilt of kissing another man, he knew he had to relieve her of it. But not without letting her know he'd definitely seen the whole thing.

"Did you just call him Oliver?" And somehow, he kept a straight face.

...

"This is the best part." Chloe held on to her coffee mug and grinned brightly at Clark, a little too happy to torture him with this. He shifted next to her, obviously fighting the urge to run away.

"Well, he was holding me in his arms. And Ollie's a good kisser - don't get me wrong - but that Green Arrow, he could teach Ollie a thing or two." And Chloe knew she meant that part. And she also knew, without needing to know what kissing Oliver entailed, that she was right. The jealousy inside her, at the idea of Clark holding Lois and kissing her, was overpowered by the hilarity of the entire situation. Clark was blushing, and he was lucky that Lois assumed it was because he was so shy.

Chloe glanced between the two of them and worried her lip. Both of them had mentally checked out. Their eyes glazed over at the memory of the previous night. She tamped down the flare of jealousy and just smiled. Even if Clark did suddenly develop feelings for Lois, she was dating Oliver. That thought gave Chloe more joy than she cared to entertain.

...

Somehow he had managed to keep up his end of the conversation. He barely heard the words either woman was saying, his mind firmly set on reliving the feel of lips and tongues sliding against each other.

"...he could teach Ollie a thing or two." Clark was slammed back into the present at those words. He had spent the previous night in bed trying unsuccessfully to stop thinking about that kiss. He wanted to believe that she had been as ruffled by it as he had, but he couldn't know. And now he knew. And that, he decided was a very bad thing.

He heard himself make some lame excuse and Chloe giggle before he was ducking out of the apartment and climbing into his truck. He wasn't going to make it to the farm. That was for certain. So he turned down the old road toward the caves, knowing no one ever went out there anymore. He stopped a few miles away from the caves, putting the truck in park and leaning his head back against the seat.

He was stretched to his limits, not to mention to his jeans' limits. His hand ran down his abs, his eyes closed, the feel of a silky set of lips and talented tongue assaulting his senses. The buckle of his belt fell away and he flicked open the button on his jeans, sliding the zipper down, hating himself just a little. He could control all the abilities he had, so as not to hurt anyone unintentionally day in and day out, but he couldn't stop himself from giving in to this.

His fingers slid inside the opening of his boxers and he hissed at the feel of skin on skin. It amazed him that just the memory of her kiss affected him so - and still. He had fought the urge last night, but failed and had given in. More than once. And now, again.

It didn't take much on his part to reach the point of elation. Less than thirty seconds, and he was ashamed of that too. He blamed it on the lack of any kind of contact recently.

Then there was the whole issue of Lois being Oliver's girlfriend. He knew there was some law against coveting another man's possessions. He was sinning. There was no doubt or denial of that. His body wanted her, he wanted her, and she was with someone else.

But maybe it wasn't just her. Maybe he'd be in this same predicament no matter who it had been to kiss him. He knew it wasn't true, but he latched onto that thought and let himself smile, reaching for a napkin in the glove-box to clean himself off a little.

He fixed his clothes and put the truck in drive, heading to the farm for a much needed cold shower.