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“Ugh, why are aliens always so gooey?” Bruce complained as he trudged into the Bat cave, shaking neon green goo from his arms.
“Excuse me?”
He glanced back at his companion, seeing Clark stood with his hands on his hips he sighed.
“Not you aliens. Those little bastards.”
Clark’s eyebrow moved to what Bruce called The Look, Bruce liked to pretend it didn’t affect him as much as it did.
“Stop judging me and get your suit off, you’re dripping all over my floor.”
“I, what?”
Bruce grimaced as he pulled off his cowl, hearing it disconnect with a loud squelch. His hair had thankfully remained untouched, but the same could not be said for Clark’s. He glanced over at the hero who was now looking sadly at his suit.
“Wait here a second, don’t touch anything.”
Clark shrugged his shoulders as Bruce disappeared down one of the secret little corridors in the cave, returning a minute later with a towel and two sets of clothes. He passed one set and the towel to Clark, before moving away to start stripping off his suit.
Clark moved closer to the console, dropping the bundle on it as he grabbed the towel, quickly rubbing at his hair until he was sure most of the offending gunk was removed. He dropped it on the floor and turned his attention to his suit, glad for its otherworldly make up as it didn’t cling to his skin.
A soft sigh sounded out from his right and he looked over to see Bruce with the top of his suit off, his bottoms hanging open on his hips. Bruce raised an eyebrow with his trademark smirk before turning his back to Clark.
Clark turned away too as the naked form of his friend appeared, dropping his own suit and struggling into his sweatpants as fast as he could. He risked a glance back and stared as he saw Bruce now fully nude, Clark cursed his super speed as he found his eyes roaming over Bruce’s backside. He frowned as he spotted something unexpected.
“Do you have a tattoo?!”
Bruce groaned, pulling up his own joggers. “Oh god, I forget that’s there.”
Clark stepped in closer. “What is it?”
“A mistake.” Bruce said firmly, turning to face Clark.
“No but… can I see?”
“Why are you so interested?”
Clark didn’t know. But he knew he needed to see it again, possibly run his fingers over it, his tongue…
He blinked and only just resisted the urge to shake his head, Bruce was watching him unsurely; a look on his face that Clark could’ve sworn meant he knew exactly what the alien was thinking.
“…You really want to see?”
Clark nodded.
“And you won’t be… weird about it?”
Clark shook his head, lying to them both.
Bruce sighed, rolling his eyes. “Can’t believe I’m doing this…” Before turning again, pulling his joggers down enough to show the tattoo, tucked just beneath Bruce’s right butt cheek.
Clark shifted back to see and smiled wide when the ink was revealed.
“A Playboy bunny.”
“Like I said.” Bruce started, sounding embarrassed. “It was a mistake.”
“Mm.” Clark hummed. “But the bunny?”
“I lost a bet. When I was very drunk. And like, 18. I saw the word Playboy and just went for it.”
Clark laughed softly. “It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, seen enough?”
Clark was no longer focusing on the tattoo, eyes drawn instead to the soft curve of Bruce’s backside, muscle tightly honed by all the exhaustive workouts Bruce did. Clark wanted to squeeze it.
“Clark…?”
He was pulled back to the room by Bruce saying his name softly, he looked up to see the man himself watching him over his shoulder. “You good?”
Clark cleared his throat, stepping back more than he needed to as Bruce turned back to him. He wriggled his bottoms back into place with an easy smile, that faltered when his eyes did a sweep of Clark’s body, noticing something quite obvious around his middle.
“Um. Clark?”
Clark’s eyes were wide as he looked at Bruce, only growing wider as he followed the man’s gesture; seeing that the sweatpants hadn’t offered much extra cover after all.
“Oh Christ.” Clark gasped, spinning round to put his back to Bruce. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, Clark. Clark come on it’s fine… I’m flattered, actually.”
Clark groaned, pained. “Don’t say that.”
He sensed Bruce move up to him, a hand rested gently on his arm. “Come on, it happens. Look at me.”
“You know why it happens.” Clark said quietly, slowly turning to meet Bruce’s gaze with wide eyes.
“Okay yeah, but I mean… I did just show you my butt.”
Clark snorted, giving Bruce a shove. “I should go.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I’ve made this awkward enough.”
Clark tried to leave but Bruce tightened his grip, pulling him back.
“Stay, I want you to.”
Clark frowned at Bruce, who was watching him with a slightly desperate expression.
“But why?”
Bruce sighed, dropping his hand from Clark’s arm to rub it over his eyes. He seemed uncharacteristically nervous when he looked to Clark again and the alien was so worried he’d derailed everything he didn’t notice the shift in Bruce’s eyes.
Until he did.
“Look I… I don’t exactly let just anybody watch me change… You know?”
Clark stared at Bruce, noting the cheeky twinkle in his eye and soft smirk threatening the corner of his mouth. Clark prayed that meant what he wanted it to mean, sucking in a breath he didn’t need, he put all his hopes on the line.
“Shit. Yeah?”
Bruce was grinning back at him now. “Yeah… c’mere.”
Clark frowned a little at the outstretched hand Bruce offered to him before timidly stepping closer. Bruce’s hands grasped Clark’s waist and pulled him in. He caught Clark’s eye as he let his hands move round, thumbs hooking into the waistband of Clark’s bottoms like they belonged there.
“You good?”
Clark nodded but made no effort to move, Bruce looked down at Clark’s hands hovering just in front of his chest and rolled his eyes, grabbing his wrists and pulling until his palms met skin. Clark looked up with wide eyes as his hands pressed firmly against Bruce’s chest.
“Clark… you can do whatever you want.”
“Can I… kiss you?”
Bruce grinned. “You bloody better.”
Clark stayed frozen for a second longer before finally closing the gap between them. Both men sighed as their lips connected and Bruce’s hands found Clark’s hips again, pulling him flush against his own body and using the surprise gasp to deepen the kiss. Clark quickly recovered and gripped Bruce’s arms hard, backing him up until his back hit the wall, Clark felt Bruce’s hands squeeze his sides as he sucked hard on the hero’s tongue; Clark broke away with a groan.
“This is too much.”
“Yeah? You wanna go lie down?”
Clark fixed Bruce with a look and a smile slowly stretched over Bruce’s face as realised what he’d said.
“I meant that genuinely, but also yeah; come lie down with me.”
“…Upstairs?”
Bruce smiled but shook his head. “You think I’d walk all that way just for a nap?”
Bruce started to back up, turning once he was sure Clark would follow him. He headed back down the tunnel he’d disappeared into before and Clark recognised the small room once they entered, having seen Bruce get patched up in there more than once. But the situation couldn’t be more different now as Bruce reclined back on the small single cot, one eyebrow arched as he let his eyes drag over Clark’s body.
Clark swallowed hard and took the hand outstretched to him, joining Bruce as he knelt on the bed. Bruce sat up to meet him in another kiss, spreading his legs as he tugged Clark between them and who’d have thought the playboy Brucie would be so into just kissing? Today was starting to be full of surprises.
Clark was pulled from his thoughts as he felt Bruce’s hands struggling between them, pushing desperately at their clothing. He broke from the kiss and simply smiled before floating up some in the air, gripping Bruce’s bottoms and tugging them down his legs.
“Show off.” Bruce grumbled as he freed his legs from the bottoms, dropping them to the floor. He sat back and any further comment he was about to make disappeared as he saw Clark remove his own clothing, his mouth opened in awe at the now nude beauty hovering above him.
“Fuck, Clark…” Bruce breathed as he reached for Clark, frowning as the man dropped back down and pinned him to the bed.
“Not yet.” Was his only response before shifting and flipping Bruce onto his front.
“Whatever I want?” Clark asked as he leaned in close, pressing a wet kiss to the base of Bruce’s spine.
“God, please.”
Clark didn’t waste any more time, shifting he gripped Bruce’s behind, squeezing the left cheek as he dropped a kiss on the right, a swipe of his tongue before he sank his teeth in. Bruce howled, half from the shock; hips pushing back against Clark’s face. Clark smirked, pinning Bruce down before moving to give the same treatment to the left. Bruce whined, burying his face in his arms as he tried to muffle the sound.
“You got something against me sitting down?” Bruce said, words strained. Clark chuckled, nibbling over the fresh mark before dipping lower. He avoided the obvious attraction between Bruce’s legs, choosing to simply rest his hand on the bare thigh as he returned his attention to the tattoo.
Clark took a second to stare at the little tattoo, before sticking out his tongue, dragging it along the inked outline on Bruce’s skin. The man sighed lowly, breath catching on a choked gasp as Clark moved closer, sucking a kiss over the bunny before biting the skin beneath it. Bruce groaned, rocking his hips into the mattress. Clark smirked, noticing the obvious effect he was having on the Bat, sliding his hands up Bruce’s legs to squeeze his ass as he sank his teeth into the decorated skin again.
“Clark!” Bruce yelped, a hand flew from under his head to tangle in Clark’s hair, tugging his head up.
“Too much?”
Bruce moaned as Clark’s fingers replaced his mouth, tracing a whisper soft touch around the lines of the bunny. “Get up here.”
Clark winced as the hand in his hair tugged again, allowing himself one more look at the tattoo before floating up the bed. Bruce flipped onto his back the second he was freed, grabbing Clark, and tugging him in for a kiss.
“And since when did you have such a dirty mouth, huh?” Bruce said against Clark’s lips as he kissed him deeply, spreading his legs again as Clark settled between them. His hands ran down Clark’s back and it was Bruce’s turn to grab Clark’s ass, and the hero’s turn to groan as Bruce brought their groins into sharp contact.
Clark’s hips stuttered forward and Bruce grinned.
“Yeah, just like that.” He rumbled, using his grip on Clark’s backside to encourage him to move again. Clark moved to rest his hands either side of Bruce’s head, pushing up to shift the angle, rewarded as he rocked forward again causing Bruce to groan heavily underneath him. He quickly built up pace, Bruce moving his grip to Clark’s hips to hold him where it felt best. He was moaning loudly now, hands gripping so hard that on anyone else they’d leave marks; but Clark just thrust faster, delighting in the sounds he was pulling from The Bat.
“Fuck. Clark-“
“Mm?”
Bruce stared up at Clark, the hero’s blue eyes seeming brighter than ever as he smiled down at him. Bruce groaned again, pushing his head back into the cot’s thin pillow. Clark’s eyes fell to Bruce’s neck, the pale white skin was fully exposed, and Clark couldn’t stop himself from leaning down, licking a wet stripe from collarbone to jaw. Bruce whined, his breath started to come out in heavy pants and his own hips lost their rhythm.
“Close?” Clark’s voice filled his ear as his nose nuzzled into the sensitive skin beneath, Bruce nodded, whimpers falling from his mouth as he felt his release building. Bruce was so gone he didn’t notice Clark’s movements also growing erratic. Bruce’s orgasm hit him like a train, throwing his head back he cried out, pleasure rushing through his body as he came. He felt a hot splash hit him through his haze, and then another; as Clark groaned lowly above him.
The room fell silent save for Bruce’s heavy breaths, he peeked an eye open before gasping, looking down at the streaks of white across his belly and thighs.
“Oh… That’s a lot of mess.”
Clark had glanced up at the gasp, he saw Bruce staring at him with wide eyes and ducked his head sheepishly. “Oh, yeah. I should’ve warned you.”
“… That happens every time?”
“Most times… Sorry.”
“Hey.” Bruce gripped Clark’s chin, gently pushing until Clark raised his head. “It’s fine.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Bruce shot him his best lopsided smile. “I don’t exactly hate it.”
“Christ.”
Bruce grinned, pushing up to sitting to pull Clark in for a kiss.
Clark indulged him for a minute, before pulling away and standing from the cot. He spotted some wipes in the various medical supplies and pulled a couple from the pack before offering it to Bruce.
“Sorry.” Clark said again, turning his side to Bruce as he cleaned up the mess on his stomach.
“Like I said,” Bruce began as he tidied himself up. “I don’t hate it.”
Clark sighed, throwing the wipe in a bin before searching round for his joggers. Bruce frowned as he saw the handsome hero dressing but schooled his face to neutral as Clark turned back to face him.
“My err, everything else is out there.” Clark said, awkwardly pointing a thumb over his shoulder back towards the cave. Bruce quickly wrestled his own bottoms back on as he saw Clark make to move, jumping from the cot to grab the hero’s arm, tugging him back in for a kiss.
“Are you running out on me, Clark?” He said softly as they parted. Clark shook his head, stumbling over his words as Bruce’s even gaze burned through his skin. Clark could understand why people feared his laser vision if this was what it felt like.
“I… I’ve stayed too long.”
“Because I’ve clearly hated your company.”
Clark resisted rolling his eyes, Bruce’s hands had slid down his arms during the kiss and he was now gently but firmly holding Clark’s wrists. The urge to tangle their fingers together was intense. Clark decided to change tactic and break the molten gaze as he dropped his head closer, softly mumbling. “Can I go?”
“One more kiss, then yes.”
Clark had long since accepted that he was powerless to deny Bruce anything, and even more so now it seemed, as Clark pressed their lips together, opening up to Bruce’s probing tongue like they’d been doing this for years.
“Okay, now you can go.” Bruce said simply as they parted, like he’d not just set off fireworks in Clark’s nerves with his tongue. Clark shook his head with a smile and backed out into the cave before Bruce could change his mind.
Said Bat followed him out, leaning casually against the console with his arms crossed over his bare chest as he watched Clark collect his things.
“So, I’ll see you at League?” Clark asked as he found his tee shirt again, attempting for casual, and not like he wanted to haul Bruce up onto the desk and go for round two.
Bruce shook his head. “Not this week, too much kid stuff.”
“Kid stuff?” Clark asked, muffled as he tugged his tee shirt over his head.
Bruce groaned. “Two recitals and three parent-teacher conferences.”
Clark grinned as he gathered up his things. Bruce frowned as he watched him bundle up his suit.
“I can sort that for you.”
Clark blinked at him. “Oh! Oh, no it’s fine I’ll sort it. Only got a couple, after all.”
“Hmm. Who bankrolls this operation?”
Clark’s grin only grew brighter. “If you find out, let me know. I’ll sweet talk him into a spare.”
“I don’t reckon you’d have to try too hard.”
The look Bruce fixed him with told him how true that statement was, and he stood awkwardly again, not knowing quite how to leave.
“You got everything?” Bruce asked, startling Clark from his thoughts. He met Bruce’s eyes and decided to not think, closing the gap between them he pulled Bruce into another kiss.
A surprised sound came from The Bat before he recovered, kissing back happily as Clark held him against the desk.
“Now I have.” Clark said as Bruce pulled away, earning him an eye roll and a smile from the Dark Knight.
“Off you go, then.” Bruce said simply, lounging back on the desk. Clark pushed down the filthy thoughts that swarmed around his mind, promising himself he’d deal with them later as he headed for the exit tunnel.
“I’ll see you around.”
“I’m sure you will, Supes.”
Clark grinned, rearranging the bundle in his arms before dashing out of the cave. Bruce stood in the empty cave for a minute before a disbelieving grin spread across his face. He laughed softly, shaking his head before padding off to find some clothes.
And that was that then, or so Clark thought until he found himself in a clearing with The Bat a couple of weeks later; the rest of the team had gone their separate ways, leaving the two alone. Clark had made to follow them when something caught his cape, feeling a tug Clark turned, and ended up with Bruce’s mouth on his own.
He'd landed the kiss perfectly, tilting just right to avoid bashing Clark with the point on the cowl. Clark was frozen for a second, hands hovering by Bruce’s face until he relaxed into the kiss, letting one hand settle just under the hood’s ear as the other trailed down to Bruce’s hip.
Bruce was the one to break it, gently pulling away he smiled at Clark.
“Are you going to the Ball tomorrow?”
Clark blinked twice, stumbling over his words as the Bat stared at him. “Err, yeah. Yes, I’m working it.”
“I’ll see you there, then.”
“Will I get a private interview?”
Bruce smirked. “Maybe, if you’re good.”
He leaned in for another kiss, a soft lips on lips that still had Clark biting back a sigh as Bruce stepped away.
“Off you go, then,”
Clark shook his head, memories of the last time they parted fresh in his mind as he floated up above Bruce, the Bat smiling up at him as he flew away.
Clark was doomed.