Accidentally in Love

Chapter 19: Written In The Stars

"What's the telescope for?” Clark asked curiously, as they both enjoyed the chocolate mousse cake that Oliver had packed.

“Well, I remember you offering me a weekend in Smallville when you would explain astronomy stuff.” Oliver said, with an easy smile. “This isn’t Smallville, but it’s a pretty good view of the stars and when I heard the weather forecast, I thought it’d be a nice opportunity to do just that.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” Clark said, completely blown away. “I mean, I know you’re not into astronomy like I am.”

“But you’re into it,” Oliver said sincerely, “And I want to know about your interests. I like hearing you explain it all."

“You do, do you?” Clark teased, leaning forward for a kiss.

“Mmmhmm,” Oliver murmured, meeting Clark’s lips. Pulling back, he added, “You’re completely adorable when you’re enthusiastically talking about subjects that interest you. All that passion …” Oliver trailed off, his lips kissing a path down the column of Clark’s throat. Clark smirked and  tilted his head, giving the blonde better access to the smooth skin.

Clark moaned as he felt a hand slip under his sweater. After he had had a few glasses of wine in him, Oliver got a lot more touchy-feely, tormenting him with both his hands and his lips, giving him hints of what was to come.

He felt himself being pushed on to the soft blanket and he complied, allowing Oliver to lower him onto the ground. Flat on his back, Clark smirked up at Oliver, who moved to straddle his hips, looking at him adoringly. The look in his eyes, it caused Clark’s heart to skip a beat. 'Please, let it be what I want it to be.'

But when Oliver was sitting atop of him, he wasn’t really doing much thinking.

“Are you going to just stare at me or you gonna do something?” Clark said coyly.

“You bet I’m going to do something,” Oliver said seductively, trailing both his hands down Clark's chest. “Or rather … someone.”

“Out here?” Clark asked, feigning shock, “Why, Mr. Queen, you’re rather daring, aren’t you?”

“Oh yeah,” Oliver said, smirking. He leaned down to capture Clark’s lips. “Want to be daring with me?”

“Always.” Clark whispered against his lips. 'If he only knew how much I mean that.'

As Oliver kissed him again, Clark’s hands went up to grasp the blonde’s shirt, pulling him to him. Oliver shrugged out of his jacket and let himself fall on top of Clark, draping himself carefully over the brunette’s body.

Clark knew he should be wary. They were outside and this was a territory he had never thought he’d venture into but for some reason, he wasn’t nervous at all. All he could concentrate on was how much he wanted to make Oliver scream his name.

Lips still connected, Clark’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of Oliver’s shirt. Freeing Oliver of his shirt, he let his hands wander, exploring the taut muscles of Oliver’s back and ass.

They separated briefly, to rid Clark of his own shirt before coming together once more. Their tongues dueled as hands ran over bare skin. Clark felt Oliver’s fingers at the waistband of his jeans and found that no matter how many times they had done this, the anticipation he felt at the moments before they reached the actual sex never changed.