Title: Time Off
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Oliver
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 409
Prompt: For last summer's Porn Battle VIII: Clark/Oliver, shower, vacation
Summary: Clark is finally able to let go of some of his stress.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Finally getting around to reposting old fic from around various challenges. Just one more coming from the Porn Battle, and then we'll be onto all the comment_fic stuff, and a few 12 Days reposts! :p
Time Off
Letting the hot water of the shower work out the kinks in his muscles, Clark isn't paying close enough attention to really notice Oliver joining him until the other man slides up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“Enjoying your vacation, Clark?” Ollie purrs in his ear, and the taller man can feel the warm weight of his lover's cock against the back of his legs.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, letting his eyes fall closed as he drops his head back to capture Oliver's lips with a quick kiss. “Definitely.”
And he really is. Taking a few days away from Smallville, Metropolis, and the world at large has been exactly the thing he needed, even if he didn't know it until Ollie whisked him off on his jet to spend a long weekend at a secluded cabin somewhere in Canada. This far away from civilization, Clark is finding it easier to let go for a while.
With Ollie shifting slightly behind him as Clark relaxes into his embrace, the Kryptonian feels strong, lithe fingers reaching down to seek out his entrance. His cock gives a definite twitch of interest, and he arches into Oliver's touch, planting his palms against the tile.
It's slow preparation at first, lube appearing suddenly, that Clark realizes Ollie must have brought into the shower with him, but then Oliver's moving faster, fingers thrusting in, twisting and stretching, and Clark is painfully hard by the time his lover finally presses into him.
Clark pushes back onto Ollie's cock, luxuriating in the feel of the other man's hands on his hips, his back, his sides, caressing and kneading small circles. He takes him all the way to the root before Ollie begins to thrust into him rhythmically, fucking him harder.
All the tension in Clark's body drains away as his lover takes him like this, and he can't help little moans and whimpers of pleasure as he rests his head on his arms, arching and flexing.
Oliver reaches a hand around him to grasp him tightly, and it's that touch, that firm grip with a half-twist of a stroke that finally does it. All the heat in his belly seems to explode as fireworks shoot up his spine, and he spills over Ollie's hand and onto the wall, Oliver following almost immediately to fill his ass, both their bodies jerking and shuddering with their release beneath the slowly cooling spray of the shower.
Oh yes, Clark is absolutely enjoying his time off.
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