Pairing: Clark/Oliver (Lex is there in spirit) Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,893
Summary: Party, snark, alleyway, blowjob, choices.

All the Queen's Horses
By Elandria Lore

"I'm not quite sure how you talked me into this," Clark said pulling at his collar.

Oliver grinned, putting a hand on Clark's shoulder. "Favor for a friend," he said amiably before climbing gracefully into the back of the limo.

Clark still wasn't sure how people like he and Lex managed that. Was there a class or something?

He awkwardly climbed in behind him, saying, "Is that what we are?"

Oliver glanced over at him from where he was pouring a glass of something dark and potent and obscenely rich, the corners of his mouth curling up in a familiar smirk.

They probably had classes about that too.

"Adversaries perhaps, vying for the affections of the same woman?"

Clark snorted and rolled his eyes and it earned him a grin.

"Or did you get over that compulsion with Lex?"

"Let's not talk about him tonight," Clark said, shoulders shifting under his suit. It was one Lex had bought for him a couple of years ago, but Clark wasn't keen on mentioning that either.

Oliver raised his glass in salute and Clark looked out the window and tried not to think of things that would ruin the line of his pants.

"You didn't tell me that Lex was going to be here," Clark accused an hour later. He'd been easy to spot as soon as he walked in, but it had taken Clark almost twenty minutes to edge around the room and grab Oliver's arm, pulling him behind a large potted plant.

"It's a charity that we both fund," Oliver said easily, sharp eyes watching Lex charm two middle-aged women with large breasts and no fashion sense.

"Oliver," Clark snapped, and Oliver's gaze focused on him, eyes glinting gold.

"I didn't think he'd show up. Ms. Lang has been inundated with midterms and he rarely goes anywhere without her these days."

"Thanks for the reminder," Clark mumbled.

Oliver stepped close, raising a hand to Clark's arm and lowering his voice. "Another hour," he promised, "and then we'll go out for burgers."

Clark's face squinched up in annoyance. "Why did I let you talk me in to this again?"

"Because Lois was unavailable and you know the trouble I get into when bored," he said wickedly.

Clark raised an eyebrow. "Please tell me you left your bow and arrow at home," Clark pleaded.

"I'm not sure whether I should hope that's a euphemism or not," an amused voice said.

Clark jumped slightly, Oliver dropped his arm, and they both glared at Lex who calmly took a sip of his drink.

"I'd be happy to be enlightened, however," he said.

Clark would have taken offense, just on principle really, but for the first time in a long time, Lex's smile wasn't unkind. "I'm afraid you're going to have to use your imagination of that one, Lex," he said, and then grinned as Oliver looked towards him with surprise, and Lex's smile twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Damn," Lex murmured, giving Clark a long, interested look. "And I was so hoping for a show. Oliver," he said, nodding to the blond. "Clark. Enjoy the evening."

Clark watched him go, wondering when all the anger between them had suddenly evaporated and why he hadn't been notified, then flinched as Oliver's elbow caught him in the ribs.

"Ow," he said belated, and mostly for form. "What was that for?"

"Any reason why you didn't tell me that you and Lex were involved?" he asked heatedly.

"I told you we used to be friends," Clark protested, "It wasn't exactly a secret."

"That wasn't friendship, Clark, that was fucking each other with your eyes."

If Clark had been drinking, then Oliver would have ended up wet. Instead, Clark just goggled at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped to the floor. "That's not," he started. "I-we never," then finally decided on, "Oliver!"

"Wow," Oliver said, impressed. "If you're not truly scandalized right now, I'll eat my hat. Not that I actually have one," he added after a moment. Then, "Breathe, Clark, you're turning red," he said, grabbing his arm once again and pulling him down the darkened hallway.

"How could you think that?" Clark said, finally locating his ability to speak in complete sentences. "What made you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know," Oliver said, glancing around, taking a left and then another left. "Possibly the fact that he looked at you like he wanted to climb you and you didn't look too opposed to the matter."

"Jesus," Clark said under his breath, and Oliver grinned brightly.

"Just be thankful I'm not a dog," he said, pushing open a door that abruptly led outside.

"Why am I thankful you're not a dog?" Clark said, even more confused.

"Because I probably would have peed on you," Oliver said, then shoved Clark back against the building and kissed him, catching him with his mouth opened to ask why.

Frozen with shock, Clark didn't know what to do for a second. Oliver's wide hands were on his chest, burning through the thin linen of his shirt, his hot mouth ghosting over Clark's before he licked inside.

"Clark," he said, all sex drenched and wanton, and Jesus, maybe Oliver had a point, because Lex had always said his name in the same way.

Clark whimpered and melted, his body relaxing and pressing against the hard length of Oliver's, tentative hands moving up to cup Oliver's face. Lush mouths and hot breath and slick tongues, and Clark had never kissed anyone like this. Never been kissed like this.

Moaned as Oliver's teeth scraped over his jaw and down his throat, hips moving without volition.

"You're distractingly pretty," Oliver breathed, licking over his collarbone and biting just once, hands ghosting under Clark's shirt. "Miles and miles of gorgeous skin that you cover up. Like the best kind of tease."

Clark let out an embarrassing grunting noise as Oliver's fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his pants, mouth going slack.

"I can just see Lex watching you, waiting for you to notice." He bent his head, licking wetly over Clark 's nipples. Biting gently, then with more force as he saw Clark's eager reaction. "Waiting and yearning," he continued, dropping to his knees without care for his thousand dollar slacks. "Walking into his bedroom every night and ripping his pants because he's so hard at just the thought of you."

Oliver nuzzled at Clark's belly button, then gave him a series of nipping bites down his hipbone, hands stroking at Clark's hips and thighs and ass.

"So hard he's close to bursting, so he grabs his cock roughly."

Clark gasped, suddenly out of breath when Oliver mouthed his cock through his pants, not gently at all.

"He wants it to last," Oliver said, voice deeper. "Wants to imagine you naked and hard, red and wanting, spread out in front of him." His clever hands opened the fastenings of Clark's trousers easily, the material slipping down Clark's thighs.

"Wants to imagine your mouth on him. On his cock," Oliver said, all hot breath and devastating lips. "Hesitant and a little unsure."

Clark's boxers were wet, almost translucent, and he knew that the keening sound was coming from him but he wasn't sure he could stop it. He jerked forward as Oliver lifted the elastic away and carefully eased down his underwear, gasping again at the feel of cool air.

"God," he said, voice thick and ragged. "Oliver."

"Wants to imagine your ass," Oliver continued, nuzzling at his groin. Touching lightly as his balls. "Wants to imagine opening you up. One finger at a time."

Oliver's hand was scorching when it finally wrapped around him, and Clark's head thumped back against the building, not even realizing he'd dented it.

"Wants to imagine fucking you," Oliver said, licking a stripe up the side of Clark's dick making him jerk again. "Hard and a little out of control. Punishment and reward."

His tongue swirls around the head of Clark's cock and he dips down once, halfway, like he's testing himself.

Clark whimpers again, his hands in fists at his side.

"He wants to fuck you and watch you come because of him. Wants you to know it's him."

"Please," Clark whispered, finding it surprisingly easy to beg. "Please."

"And when he comes, it's against the door of his room instead of in your mouth. Instead of in your ass." Oliver's eyes flicker up to meet his gaze and Clark moans shamelessly. "But he still calls your name."

And then he was swallowing Clark down greedily; hot and wet and tight. Slurping and riding the wave of Clark's hips as he thrust uncontrollably down Oliver's throat.

Clark yelled when he came, a broken, startled sound, and Oliver swallowed it all, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and easing Clark down before tucking him away.

Eyes glazed but trying to focus, Clark licked his lips and said, "I-I'm uh-"

Oliver stood and kissed him, panting against his lips.

"You're pretty good at that," Clark said, when Oliver finally pulled back.

"Blow-jobs?" he asked with a wicked grin.

"Convincing me to do things before I realize what I'm getting into," Clark replied.

Oliver shrugged, but he was still smiling. Trying to play it cool with his hands shoved in his pockets to mask the erection still pressing against his fly.

"And I'm guessing I'm not the only one here who's a bit more interested in Lex than he's let on."

And Oliver was a master of body language, even better than Lex, but Clark could see the flicker of surprise and the lie forming on his mouth.

Clark raised an eyebrow in challenge.

Oliver ran a finger over his lip before smiling ruefully then said, "I was seventeen and he was a year younger, bald, and a genius."

"And so you were a dick because you wanted his and didn't want to," Cark surmised.

"Aptly put if a little crude."

"And you've kept an eye on him all this time," Clark said, cocking his head to the side. "Waiting for a second chance?"

"I've got a lot of issues with Lex. Only one of them involves fucking him, but I'm pretty sure that's not one of my current options anymore than it was back then." He stepped forward then, hand running down Clark's lapel, brushing almost accidentally over his nipple. "What about you Clark? Are you an option?" he asked seductively.

And Clark's breath hitched again because he'd had Oliver's hands on him and he wanted them on him again. "What about Lois?"

Oliver's grin was sharp and just this side of lethal. "She's a big girl, Clark. She doesn't want commitment anymore than I do."

"What do you want?" Clark asked shakily.

"Tonight," Oliver said, lips against his ear, "I just want you."

And Clark could feel the heat and want pushing against him, surrounding him and swallowing all the air, and he closed his eyes at the dizzying sensation. It was wrong-maybe, probably-and he shouldn't be doing it. Shouldn't be tempted, because he'd been down a similar path before. So close they almost overlapped.

But instead he said, "Okay." Opened his eyes and tugged Oliver closer. "Okay, yes," he said. Kissed him for the first time.

And told himself he that neither of them were thinking of Lex.

A/N: Lex, by the way, totally followed them outside and heard everything. Just so we're clear.