// This is 20/20, tonight, the former NFL MVP Quarterback, Whitney
Fordman discusses his retirement from the NFL and his life after
Whitney was watching the broadcast with a sense of trepidation.
He was 'Coming Out' publicly tonight and it would start a whole
new life for him and Clark. One of the questions he had been asked
was if he was seeing someone. He had answered that he had been seeing
someone for almost nine months and that they lived together for
six months. He said he had no right to name names but he was happy
and in love. Whitney was curled up around Clark while they watched
"I don't know why you didn't answer her question and just
say my name."
"Clark, I didn't want to 'Out' you as well."
"Well, as a reporter, I can tell you that the tabloids are
going to make up all kinds of stories about you and people are going
to want to know who you are living with."
"Great. Tell me why I wanted to do this again."
"You have a book coming out and you wanted people to know
that being gay doesn't mean anything other than what it is. Most
importantly, you didn't want to hide any longer." Clark leaned
over and kissed Whitney. "And being open allows you to make
peace with your past."
"Did you want me to announce that you are my lover? You have
that other secret remember."
"Well, I know that we have been seen around town hanging out
and going to plays and movies but the people at the office probably
know by now."
"Lois. Even with her married to Lex she likes to gossip at
the office. I love her but she is a busy body. I am so glad that
I am no longer her partner."
"So...you are going to take the Editorial writer's position?"
"Yes. It means I am a columnist with a regular schedule and
we can plan things in advance."
"I'm sorry I didn't mention your name specifically without
you there it did not seem right."
"It's okay Whitney. You realize we aren't paying attention
to your interview?"
"I was there so it is no big deal. I love you Clark just so
"I don't doubt that for one moment." Clark began to kiss
Whitney in earnest. He began to kiss Whit's neck and lick his collarbone.
Whitney moaned in Clark's ear and Clark began to run his hands along
Whitney's abs and hips.
"Oh God! Clark please, don't stop." That was a cry of
need and want and Clark was more than able to give his lover what
"Shhhh." Clark continued his tongue bath and was using
one hand to pinch on of Whit's nipples and the other was casually
stroking his lover's cock. He did not establish a rhythm because
he wanted to make the night last forever. Clark moved back and kissed
Whitney on the mouth hard and biting and then shifted it to loving
and tender. The contrasts used to create meaning without words and
convey emotions that ran deep.
Whitney had a hand on Clark's cock and was rubbing the sensitive
head under the hood. Clark was moaning into his mouth as he did
it. Whitney knew Clark's pleasure points and how to make him move
faster. Whitney was trying to buck in Clark's hand but when he almost
had a rhythm Clark would move his hand away or shift it enough to
throw the pace off. Whit knew Clark liked long slow lovemaking sessions
but he was in the mood for a good fast fuck. "Clark damn it
"No, this is about long extended pleasure."
Whitney groaned as Clark shifted them into a more suitable position.
Clark loved Whit's ass. He had noticed in high school and later
when he was in the Pros and he enjoyed the foreplay as much as the
main event. He could tell that Whitney was close before he even
began to tongue Whit's entrance. He dropped his hand from Whitney's
cock altogether in hopes of prolonging the action. The response
from Whitney was none too pleasant. Clark got the hint and grabbed
the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Following Whit's demands
Clark entered him. Clark found that he was closer than expected.
Indeed Clark had known that Whitney was close but he had not expected
him to come so soon. Clark felt the clutching spasms of Whit's ass
and the moans were enough for Clark but he was going to have a long
slow ride later, that he could count on.
"Are you okay Whit?"
"Perfect, sorry but I've been stressed."
"It's okay besides you know I am always ready for a second
"Give me a moment to catch my breath"
"I'll give you anything you want Whitney."
Whitney was glad that his phone was unlisted but Clark had been
right and he had been hounded the morning following his interview.
Clark was outed two days after the interview and Perry White had
gone ballistic about the lack of an exclusive for The Daily Planet.
Clark was able to mollify him by saying that Whitney had only now
been able to public but he wanted a televised interview but might
be up for a printed one soon. Whitney though was not expecting the
commentary from Talk radio or from major sports columnists. He was
getting accolades for being `Out' but also being heavily criticized
for both not coming `Out' sooner or for doing so at all. All in
all it was giving him a headache.
"Whitney how was your day?"
"Hi my love. It was terrible. I did a phone interview and
was call a pervert and then some caller told me that she could make
me straight. Another said he was much better looking than you and
he would be happy to take your place."
"Nice. What did you say?"
"That I was very much in love with you and that we have known
each other most of our lives. Also that I could not think of a better
man with which to raise a family."
Clark smiled at him and kissed him. "Mom and Dad will be thrilled
to hear that piece of news. So what else?"
"I have a feeling you already knew this?"
"I listened at work. Whitney, I don't know what to say to
make this any easier but assholes exist and that is all I can say."
"Clark, I'm fine. Can I take you to dinner at that Chinese
restaurant you love?"
They had a wonderful meal and none of the other patrons bothered
them in the slightest. However they were accosted heading to the
car. A group of teenagers dressed in some form of gangland attire
watched as they walked through the neighborhood to get to their
"Hey, you that faggot football player everybody has been talking
about for a week?"
Clark clenched his fists, "What is it to you?"
"Oh, look his boyfriend is going to protect him." The
five teens rushed at Whit and Clark. Whitney was able to avoid getting
hit but Clark was angry and snapped the first guy's arm in half.
He then used a burst of speed to disable to take out to other guys.
Whitney held his own against two of them but had a bleeding lip
when they ran away.
"I'm great Clark. Look we need to call the cops and hope this
gets a low profile."
"Don't call them."
"If you call them then it will be news because this may have
been an attempted hate crime but I took out three in a few moments
and I don't have a scratch. No, it would be too difficult to explain."
"Clark are you sure?"
"No but this is bad in so many ways and I just want to go
home a cuddle with you."
"Clark do regret my decision?"
"No! I didn't think it would get complicated but we don't
know that this would not have happened before the interview."
"Nah, they either would not have recognized me or asked for
an autograph. Lets get home, I want to cuddle also."
Clark and Whitney were bed holding each other and thinking of the
past week. They felt safe with each other and knew that they were
in this relationship for a lifetime.
"Will you marry me?"
"...Um...it is illegal in Kansas but yes, I'll marry you."
"Great! I'll tell mom she can plan a wedding after all. Smallville
"Clark, tomorrow...now lets consummate our engagement."
To Part Six, Glorious