Whitney looked at the man in bed next to him and was amazed. He
never would have guessed that Clark was such an animal in bed. He
made Whit experience pleasures he had never known. He looked at
the man and could still see the boy he knew. He was so happy to
have run into him yesterday at the book store. For all his accomplishments,
Whit was lonely and had no one to share his life with anymore. He
had cut himself off from Smallville for fear of rejection and had
hidden so well none of his former teammates would recognize the
real him. He looked at the time and decided to forego his regular
morning run. He had a major workout the prior night so he was good.
Besides it was bad manners to leave a guest alone.
He went to the front door and picked up his Planet. He went to
get his morning cup of coffee and looked at the news of the day.
He always looked at the Sports section first, to see the scores
and highlights and to look back at the past and wonder if it was
worth it. He had been in the Pros for seven seasons and a starter
for five and a half. He was All Pro for four of them. He was on
top of the world but dying inside. It was strange but his mother's
death had been cathartic in a way. There was no one left to be disappointed
in him. There was also no one left to share his glory or his sorrows.
He was thankful that she was alive when he won the Super Bowl. He
had been able to share that.
He sighed and got up and went to see about breakfast. He pondered
the man upstairs in his bed that had opened so many windows in his
life and he had no clue. Clark was his first male crush and the
ideal to which he had held his random encounters. His one real relationship
had been built on trial and error. Neither of them knew how to have
one but for almost three years it had worked. But college is not
reality and that was the end of trying to reconcile the two halves
of his life.
He felt arms go around him as he was engulfed in a warm hug. Jason
had not been a cuddler but Clark was and Whitney loved it. `One
night and I'm hooked' Clark began to nuzzle Whit's neck and nipped
at his earlobe.
"Good morning, anything good in the paper?"
"No, since Ms. Lane is off and you were busy, no Earth-shattering
news to report today."
"Good" Clark's hands were rubbing his abs and ass at
the same time. Before he knew it, Whit was grinding his ass into
"I'm off today, what do you say to a round or three?"
"God yes!" Next thing Whit notices is he is bent over
the kitchen counter with Clark's tongue in his ass. He is moaning
and grinding backwards. Clark is the only man to ever enter him
and Clark had taken great pleasure in showing him how great a screw
could be. Soon he feels a finger , then two spreading him.
"I love your ass Whitney, so tight, so hard, god you are beautiful."
Clark's cock has breached his ring and Whitney is now breathless.
Clark finds a rhythm but won't let Whit touch his own cock. "MINE!"
"UH, please, OH!" Whit has never felt this way before.
He would be Clark's slave for eternity if he could feel like this
forever. Whit does not even comprehend he is coming until Clark
pulls out and gives him a long gentle kiss. Whitney is beyond words.
He has literally had his brains fucked out.
"Never better." Another kiss and Clark wraps his arms
around him and holds him tight.
"I could get used to this."
"Clark...I could stay naked with you forever."
"I like the sound of that and your place is much closer to
work than mine is."
"You are welcome over here anytime."
"Be careful, I will take you up on that. I would like to get
to know the `new' Whitney Fordman. I know the Smallville version
and can guess at the NFL version but this one has all sorts of quirks
and hidden treasures, aching to be explored." Clark punctuated
that by sticking his tongue in Whit's ear.
"Clark...the way I feel right now I would give you anything
"MY! I'd settle for a quick nap and a lunch date. Lets go
back to bed, you and I fit together very well. I haven't slept that
well since high school."
"Anything you want."
"Keep it up and I might ask for a nice new car."
"One night and I'm hooked. Look at the package. Tall, tan,
handsome, strong, smart, honest, great guy, with an incredible smile.
I'd like to have the option to buy."
"Well the lease to own is already on the table, so that option
can be put in as well because I like the package in front of me.
Mom and Dad want me to settle down, they never said anything about
"Clark...I thought we would see what happens before..."
"We did and last night was beyond imagination. I haven't dated
a guy since high school and I haven't dated in a year. So, I say
that a random meeting in a bookstore could lead to something that
we both need and want." Clark ran his fingers through Whit's
hair and kissed him. "I'm not going to push but I also and
not going to fight how I feel. I am JOYFUL today. I haven't felt
like singing in ages. So, all the options are on the table."
"And we both know where we are coming from and where we stand.
Okay Clark, a nap and then lunch."
"Followed by round two. I 'm warning you now Whit, I like
to have sex."
"I think I can manage that one."
"And I like to cuddle."
"Okay with that also."
"So, about that nap..."
To Part Three, Random Occasions