A Helping Hand

Rating is for later chapters.

This is just the first chapter in what, I hope to be, a good long story. I plan on this being a Clark/Lex, Clark/Oliver story. I just couldn't resist. lol. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. I love reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, or any of the wonderful men who are in it. *sigh*

He watched them. Talking. Smiling. Hands touching shoulders. Calm and happy. And. Safe.

He seethed, inwardly, with jealousy and an enormous rage. Nothing showed on his face. His face was implicitly calm. Eyes, stormy gray, were swirling with emotion, however. Oh, those eyes. One practically expected lightning to strike from them.

When he could no longer stand the sight, he stormed away to his car, and climbing in...making sure his trousers were not marred in the slightest, he drove away. The burning rubber smell would fade soon; the marks on the concrete road would take longer.

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"Do you think he saw us?"

A low, dark chuckle. "Oh yes. And I think it's time to step this up a notch."

Brilliant green eyes looked up into warm, laughing brown ones. "You get way too much of a kick out of this, Oliver."

The tall, blonde man smirked as he stood up, stretching lithe arms up and over his head. "True. But, Clark, don't forget something."

A quirked brow and a tilted head was the only response, and Oliver Queen chuckled softly and ran a callused fingertip down Clark Kent's perfect, golden face. The smirk on his face only grew as he noticed the almost imperceptible shiver that ran down the amazing young man's body.

"I'm not doing this for the sole purpose of driving Lex Luthor crazy. I'm doing this for you." He tore his eyes away from that face. The full, soft mouth that was already quirking into a grin. He knew it wouldn't take much more for it to evolve into a full-out smile, and he didn't honestly think he could handle one of Clark Kent's adorably sweet/pure sex smiles at the moment.

"Not the sole purpose," Clark joked, "but it doesn't hurt, I guess?"

Oliver turned back, a practiced, care-free smirk firmly in place. He lifted his arms and held his hands out, palms-up. "What can I say? I like to multi-task."

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"Phase two, Clark."

"I don't know about this, Oliver."

"Trust me, this is sooo going to work. Instant results to the naked eye. If you ever doubted Lex having a permanent hard-on for you, you never will again after this." Wagging eyebrows ended the comment, and Clark rolled his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh.

"All right. I'm ready."

They approached the doors to Lex's office, Clark's hand trembling slightly at the handle. Oliver gripped his hand gently.

"There can't be any doubts here, Clark. If you can't put everything you are into this, it won't work. You KNOW Lex. He'll know." Oliver waited until those diabolically sexy eyes met his, and bit down his arousal.

"All right," Clark repeated. "I want this. Let's do it. And, Oliver..."

"Yeah?"

"I owe you."

Oliver Queen's smile was full of mysteries. "Yes, you do. And, I fully intend to collect."

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"Mr. Luthor? Mr. Queen is here with his guest."

"Guest?" Lex shook his head slightly, a wry smile on his lips. "Let them in."

Standing, and making his way around the desk, he met Oliver halfway into the room. His eyes were steeled and hollow, his mouth warm with an obviously false smile. Full insult intended. And scored, if the snarky eye roll from his former blonde school-mate was any indication.

"Lex..." Oliver said, pleased. "I hope you don't mind. I brought a...*ahem* very, very good friend of mine. I'm afraid with things this new...we just don't really like to be too far apart. In case we feel like throwing it down, you know. I'm sure you understand."

Lex's sarcastic amusement caught in his suddenly dry throat as Clark Kent walked in, in full-out black fucking leather, to HOLD THAT COCK-SUCKING PIECE OF SHIT'S HAND! And, oh no....no he wasn't. But he was! Clark Farm-Fresh-STRAIGHT-Innocence-in-a-fucking-JAR-Kent leaned in and kissed that-

Hissing out a breath, made steady through sheer will, Lex straightened himself out. "Oh, this is cute, Oliver. Clark, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Clark moved to open his mouth, only to have it shut with Oliver's finger placed seductively in front of it. He smiled, and kissed the finger sweetly, letting the tip of his tongue slide out in a teasing lick. He saw, as much as felt, the tremble that ran down the tall, blonde man's spine. Meeting those teasing brown eyes, he smiled. Full-on. Sunshine and bright, eager lusty happiness in a smile. All for him.
There was a shining brightness in Oliver's eyes, and an almost indecernable jerk of his head, urging him on. Stepping even closer, he brought his body flush with Oliver's. He trailed his hands down the sides of the taught, muscular body until both hands were on slender hips. Grabbing ahold, he jerked them against his own, rocking for just a moment. That beautiful smile never left his face.

Without turning at all, his eyes shifted, meeting Lex's. "Hey, Lex. What's up?"