Fic: The Obsolescence of Ice Cubes
“You forgot the ice cubes, didn’t you?” Bruce asked. He was a little disappointed, but honestly too turned on at this point to care. He was stretched out naked on his lover’s bed in Metropolis.
“Well, not exactly…” Clark trailed off, as he walked back into the bedroom in all his glory. A mischievous grin was tugging at the corners of his lips.
Bruce gazed up at him, curious to see where he was going with this.
The little smile widened as Clark’s eyes locked on Bruce’s, never leaving them as he slid up the length of Bruce’s body until his mouth was mere centimeters from Bruce’s left nipple. Slowly (much too slowly) the Kryptonian let his lips surround the hard nub and then he did something the World’s Greatest Detective was not expecting. He… blew.
Bruce shivered at the cold, and then shivered even more when he felt Clark’s hot tongue. The contrast was maddening… and absolutely delicious.
Suddenly, cold air was replaced with an incredibly hot tongue and Bruce couldn’t help but moan in shock and appreciation.
Clark continued the action, alternating hot and cool and then applying the same delicious contrast to Bruce’s other nipple.
With firm hands, Clark flipped his partner over so that he was lying face down on the bed. Bruce drew in a sharp intake of breath as his over-sensitized nipples rubbed against the sheets. Clark ran his hands up and down Bruce’s back and over his firm buttocks.
“Bruce…”
“Less talking, more blowing.”
Clark only laughed and pressed his lips to Bruce’s scarred back. With a stream of cold, he traced each scar, always sure to double back and retrace it with his tongue. Bruce gasped and clutched at the sheets, losing himself in the sensation.
Clark blew one final stream of cold down Bruce’s spine, all the way to the small of his back. Bruce shuddered as Clark’s tongue slowly traced the line all the way back up.
Clark rolled him over again and pressed his body against Bruce’s, causing them both to moan. Pressing hard length to hard length, he began to move, all the while nuzzling Bruce’s neck and ear, hot and cold over and over again. Bruce grasped Clark’s hips, moving them harder, faster, harder, faster, until the pleasure overwhelmed them both.
Finally sated, Clark rolled on to his back and pulled Bruce into a firm embrace.
“So, are you still annoyed that I didn’t bring the ice cubes?”
“No,” Bruce answered with a contented sigh.
There would be no need for ice cubes ever again.