Getting Into Character
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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,140
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Getting Into Character
Title: Getting Into Character
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Oliver
Rating: NC/17
Warnings: It's slash. Not your cup of char? Move along then and let the nice boys play.
Spoilers: It's current season obviously. Up to the last Green Arrow ep.
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to CW and associated companies. I play cause I can so, :P. Also this is my first fic with Oliver and Clark so be gentle with any feedback. I'm a shy flower :) Otherwise, enjoy!
Getting Into Character
"Clark, come on let me see."
"No, I look stupid."
"Please?"
"No, there's no way in the world I'm going out in public like this."
"Come on Clark, you said you wanted to help me, and the Green Arrow fight the good fight."
"But not like this," Clark said as he walked out from Oliver's bedroom clad in deep red lyrca that may as well have been painted onto Clark's muscular frame. Oliver got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked around Clark. Where there was no lycra, specifically arms and legs, there was tanned bare flesh, a small red mask covered his eyes.
"Now, this I like," Oliver said as he continued his visual assessment of Clark.
"I look like a kinky version of Will Scarlet from the Robin Hood stories, and that's probably the name I'd get hanging around the Green Arrow looking like this," Clark complained.
"Hmmm, true, I almost got 'The Green Arrow Bandit' thanks to the Daily Planet," Oliver nodded. "Maybe less red."
Clark eyed Oliver warily, "Uhh, any less red and I'd be naked." Oliver looked at him and grinned. "Come on Oliver, be serious, this was your idea after all."
"Okay, okay," Oliver chuckled. "Come on back into the bedroom and we'll see if we can't tone down the red.
Both entered Oliver's bedroom to find many various costume options of various colours laid out on the bed.
"Oliver, all this stuff," Clark motioned to the bed. "It's not me."
"Clark," Oliver said as he pulled him into a friendly half hug. "Trust me."
Clark's eyebrows raised.
"Well, what then?" Clark asked.
"Let's go in a different colour direction," Oliver said, picking at the small pieces of fabric on the bed. "Cause, you're right, pretty soon we'll be called 'The Merry Men' and that wouldn't be good for the street cred of the Green Arrow."
"Umm, Oliver, you're," Clark started to say but Oliver stopped him.
"Don't finish that sentence," Oliver cautioned. "Now, let's get you out of this outfit and into something more slimming."
"You know I could just, you know, push you through a wall," Clark said, Oliver chuckled.
"Yes but you won't cause you want to finally do something, to help stop the crimewave in Metropolis, and to do that, you need an outfit."
"Can't we just, you know, at night," Clark suggested.
"Why Clark, I never knew," Oliver grinned.
"You know what I mean."
"Sure, but I'm human and still need to sleep and I have a business to run during the day, all that and piss off Lex some."
Clark sighed.
"Atta boy," Oliver said and looked back at the bed. "Maybe blue..."
"As long as I can get out of this," Clark said already peeling off the top of his costume. Oliver had picked up what was his Green Arrow top in style but midnight blue in colour. He turned to see Clark bare-chested and working on removing his pants, but still had his mask on.
"Well, let's just say that if you go out looking like that, no one will look at your face," Oliver smirked, then looked again. "Are you even wearing underwear?"
"Uhhh," Clark blushed.
"Seriously?!" Oliver said as his eyebrows shot up. "Going commando, in my stuff? I'm impressed."
Clark grinned and Oliver felt compelled to join him.
"Okay, try this," Oliver gave Clark the costume top. "Commando Boy."
"Is that going to be my superhero name?" Clark asked. "Commando Boy?"
"Maybe," Oliver smirked and left the room.
Moments later Clark left the bedroom to the standing ovation of Oliver.
"Now, this I like," Oliver said checking out Clark again. It was the Green Arrow outfit, minus the hood and midnight blue with maroon piping.
"Maybe, but I don't know, I feel like it's missing something," Clark said. Oliver pondered this and went back in the bedroom.
"Got it," Oliver said as he returned from the bedroom. "Let's try this."
Oliver smoothed out Clark's costume and placed a line of small stars from left shoulder to right hip.
"Midnight Commando," Oliver proclaimed as the placed a midnight blue mask on Clark's face.
"The Midnight Commando?" Clark asked dubiously. Oliver nodded, flipped up the hood on his Green Arrow outfit and put on his sunglasses.
"Let's fight crime."
Around 2.30am, Oliver's window opened and The Green Arrow with his partner The Midnight Commando returned.
"So, what did you think?" Oliver asked. In response Clark kissed him, hard. "Okay, if only all my first dates went that well."
"We know secrets about each other, things that no one else knows," Clark said. "I haven't told anyone about you."
"And I haven't told anyone about you," Oliver replied. "I feel special that no one else but you knows about me."
"Well," Clark shuffled his feet. "Obviously my Mom and Dad know." Oliver nodded, "That makes sense."
"And Chloe," Clark continued. "But I guess Pete was the first."
"Wow," Oliver said shocked. "So, you told Chloe about you and Pete?"
"Uhh, about us?" Clark questioned.
"Being gay," Oliver said.
"Uhh, no," Clark said. "No one knows about that." Clark blushed. "I thought you meant about my powers."
"No," Oliver said and embraced him. "I meant about you, and me."
"No," Clark said, then grinned. "It's just you and me."
"Now I don't feel as cheap," Oliver said and kissed Clark.
The kiss continued as Clark's fingers found the zipper of Oliver's costume top and pushed it back and up off his shoulders.
"Why, Mr. Kent, how forward of you," Oliver quipped.
"Mr. Queen, you don't know how forward I can be," Clark said and Oliver found himself on the bed, in amongst all the costume pieces with Clark straddling him.
"Wow, that is forward," Oliver said with a grin on his lips. "But you don't need superpowers to get what you want." Oliver's hands removed Clark's costume top. The hands returned to caress Clark's chest.
Clark purred at Oliver's touch, leaned in and claimed Oliver's lips.
"I don't want to hurt you Ollie," Clark said. Oliver looked at him confused. "With my powers, I can kinda get carried away."
"Clark," Oliver said and kissed him. "Thank you for thinking about me, but right now, I want to be with you," another kiss. "Inside you, Clark."
"Let me be inside you."
Clark grinned and Oliver melted. A moment and both men were naked, Clark on Oliver.
"Slow," Clark said hurriedly. "Do it slow."
"Clark, you're on me, the speed is all up to you," Oliver soothed. "We can take it as slow as you want."
"Okay, okay, I'm okay," Clark almost stammered. Oliver's hands caressed Clark, finding his cock, stoking it slowly. Clark purred again and took Oliver all the way. Both men were breathing deep.
"Slow," Oliver said when he felt how tight Clark was. "Do it slow." A grin blossomed on Clark's face.
"Okay," Clark said and rode Oliver long and slow getting faster when he was sure Oliver was okay.
"Faster now, Clark," Oliver gasped. Clark obliged riding Oliver faster. Oliver reached out, touching and stroking Clark's hard sweat slicked cock.
Clark moaned as duel sensations overloaded him.
"Ollie," Clark cried. "Oh, Ollie, so good, need to... oh fuck!"
"Ride me Clark, ride the sensation," Oliver moaned. "Come for me." Oliver's hand was a blur on Clark's cock.
"Yes! Oh god yes!" Clark yelled and shot his seed over Oliver's chest. Warm, wet come being rubbed into Oliver by Clark's hands. Light kisses on each others lips before they moved and Clark lay on the bed with Oliver laying, almost nestled up against him, Clark's come slicked hands working Oliver's cock.
"Oh Clark!" Oliver moaned. "Just like that, right the fuck there!" Oliver tensed, flexing all his muscles at once as he shot his load over his own chest. Clark still stroking out the last drops before rubbing it into Oliver's body. Oliver was completely spent and limp against Clark.
Both fell asleep in each others arms.
It was the next morning that the headline of the Daily Planet said...
"The New Dynamic Duo!"
~fin~
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Oliver
Rating: NC/17
Warnings: It's slash. Not your cup of char? Move along then and let the nice boys play.
Spoilers: It's current season obviously. Up to the last Green Arrow ep.
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to CW and associated companies. I play cause I can so, :P. Also this is my first fic with Oliver and Clark so be gentle with any feedback. I'm a shy flower :) Otherwise, enjoy!
Getting Into Character
"Clark, come on let me see."
"No, I look stupid."
"Please?"
"No, there's no way in the world I'm going out in public like this."
"Come on Clark, you said you wanted to help me, and the Green Arrow fight the good fight."
"But not like this," Clark said as he walked out from Oliver's bedroom clad in deep red lyrca that may as well have been painted onto Clark's muscular frame. Oliver got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked around Clark. Where there was no lycra, specifically arms and legs, there was tanned bare flesh, a small red mask covered his eyes.
"Now, this I like," Oliver said as he continued his visual assessment of Clark.
"I look like a kinky version of Will Scarlet from the Robin Hood stories, and that's probably the name I'd get hanging around the Green Arrow looking like this," Clark complained.
"Hmmm, true, I almost got 'The Green Arrow Bandit' thanks to the Daily Planet," Oliver nodded. "Maybe less red."
Clark eyed Oliver warily, "Uhh, any less red and I'd be naked." Oliver looked at him and grinned. "Come on Oliver, be serious, this was your idea after all."
"Okay, okay," Oliver chuckled. "Come on back into the bedroom and we'll see if we can't tone down the red.
Both entered Oliver's bedroom to find many various costume options of various colours laid out on the bed.
"Oliver, all this stuff," Clark motioned to the bed. "It's not me."
"Clark," Oliver said as he pulled him into a friendly half hug. "Trust me."
Clark's eyebrows raised.
"Well, what then?" Clark asked.
"Let's go in a different colour direction," Oliver said, picking at the small pieces of fabric on the bed. "Cause, you're right, pretty soon we'll be called 'The Merry Men' and that wouldn't be good for the street cred of the Green Arrow."
"Umm, Oliver, you're," Clark started to say but Oliver stopped him.
"Don't finish that sentence," Oliver cautioned. "Now, let's get you out of this outfit and into something more slimming."
"You know I could just, you know, push you through a wall," Clark said, Oliver chuckled.
"Yes but you won't cause you want to finally do something, to help stop the crimewave in Metropolis, and to do that, you need an outfit."
"Can't we just, you know, at night," Clark suggested.
"Why Clark, I never knew," Oliver grinned.
"You know what I mean."
"Sure, but I'm human and still need to sleep and I have a business to run during the day, all that and piss off Lex some."
Clark sighed.
"Atta boy," Oliver said and looked back at the bed. "Maybe blue..."
"As long as I can get out of this," Clark said already peeling off the top of his costume. Oliver had picked up what was his Green Arrow top in style but midnight blue in colour. He turned to see Clark bare-chested and working on removing his pants, but still had his mask on.
"Well, let's just say that if you go out looking like that, no one will look at your face," Oliver smirked, then looked again. "Are you even wearing underwear?"
"Uhhh," Clark blushed.
"Seriously?!" Oliver said as his eyebrows shot up. "Going commando, in my stuff? I'm impressed."
Clark grinned and Oliver felt compelled to join him.
"Okay, try this," Oliver gave Clark the costume top. "Commando Boy."
"Is that going to be my superhero name?" Clark asked. "Commando Boy?"
"Maybe," Oliver smirked and left the room.
Moments later Clark left the bedroom to the standing ovation of Oliver.
"Now, this I like," Oliver said checking out Clark again. It was the Green Arrow outfit, minus the hood and midnight blue with maroon piping.
"Maybe, but I don't know, I feel like it's missing something," Clark said. Oliver pondered this and went back in the bedroom.
"Got it," Oliver said as he returned from the bedroom. "Let's try this."
Oliver smoothed out Clark's costume and placed a line of small stars from left shoulder to right hip.
"Midnight Commando," Oliver proclaimed as the placed a midnight blue mask on Clark's face.
"The Midnight Commando?" Clark asked dubiously. Oliver nodded, flipped up the hood on his Green Arrow outfit and put on his sunglasses.
"Let's fight crime."
Around 2.30am, Oliver's window opened and The Green Arrow with his partner The Midnight Commando returned.
"So, what did you think?" Oliver asked. In response Clark kissed him, hard. "Okay, if only all my first dates went that well."
"We know secrets about each other, things that no one else knows," Clark said. "I haven't told anyone about you."
"And I haven't told anyone about you," Oliver replied. "I feel special that no one else but you knows about me."
"Well," Clark shuffled his feet. "Obviously my Mom and Dad know." Oliver nodded, "That makes sense."
"And Chloe," Clark continued. "But I guess Pete was the first."
"Wow," Oliver said shocked. "So, you told Chloe about you and Pete?"
"Uhh, about us?" Clark questioned.
"Being gay," Oliver said.
"Uhh, no," Clark said. "No one knows about that." Clark blushed. "I thought you meant about my powers."
"No," Oliver said and embraced him. "I meant about you, and me."
"No," Clark said, then grinned. "It's just you and me."
"Now I don't feel as cheap," Oliver said and kissed Clark.
The kiss continued as Clark's fingers found the zipper of Oliver's costume top and pushed it back and up off his shoulders.
"Why, Mr. Kent, how forward of you," Oliver quipped.
"Mr. Queen, you don't know how forward I can be," Clark said and Oliver found himself on the bed, in amongst all the costume pieces with Clark straddling him.
"Wow, that is forward," Oliver said with a grin on his lips. "But you don't need superpowers to get what you want." Oliver's hands removed Clark's costume top. The hands returned to caress Clark's chest.
Clark purred at Oliver's touch, leaned in and claimed Oliver's lips.
"I don't want to hurt you Ollie," Clark said. Oliver looked at him confused. "With my powers, I can kinda get carried away."
"Clark," Oliver said and kissed him. "Thank you for thinking about me, but right now, I want to be with you," another kiss. "Inside you, Clark."
"Let me be inside you."
Clark grinned and Oliver melted. A moment and both men were naked, Clark on Oliver.
"Slow," Clark said hurriedly. "Do it slow."
"Clark, you're on me, the speed is all up to you," Oliver soothed. "We can take it as slow as you want."
"Okay, okay, I'm okay," Clark almost stammered. Oliver's hands caressed Clark, finding his cock, stoking it slowly. Clark purred again and took Oliver all the way. Both men were breathing deep.
"Slow," Oliver said when he felt how tight Clark was. "Do it slow." A grin blossomed on Clark's face.
"Okay," Clark said and rode Oliver long and slow getting faster when he was sure Oliver was okay.
"Faster now, Clark," Oliver gasped. Clark obliged riding Oliver faster. Oliver reached out, touching and stroking Clark's hard sweat slicked cock.
Clark moaned as duel sensations overloaded him.
"Ollie," Clark cried. "Oh, Ollie, so good, need to... oh fuck!"
"Ride me Clark, ride the sensation," Oliver moaned. "Come for me." Oliver's hand was a blur on Clark's cock.
"Yes! Oh god yes!" Clark yelled and shot his seed over Oliver's chest. Warm, wet come being rubbed into Oliver by Clark's hands. Light kisses on each others lips before they moved and Clark lay on the bed with Oliver laying, almost nestled up against him, Clark's come slicked hands working Oliver's cock.
"Oh Clark!" Oliver moaned. "Just like that, right the fuck there!" Oliver tensed, flexing all his muscles at once as he shot his load over his own chest. Clark still stroking out the last drops before rubbing it into Oliver's body. Oliver was completely spent and limp against Clark.
Both fell asleep in each others arms.
It was the next morning that the headline of the Daily Planet said...
"The New Dynamic Duo!"
~fin~