Re: Olive Branches, Crossover, Nolanverse/SR, Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent, alien, solace... (2/2)saavikam77March 20 2010, 17:29:31 UTC
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And in that moment, he knew exactly it was he wanted, what he felt, even against all odds that Bruce would just keep pushing him away. Covering Bruce's hand with his own and smoothing his other palm down from those broken ribs to his partner's waist, Clark dipped his head and pressed forward, closing that short space between them and finding Bruce's lips with his own in a firm kiss.
For a second that stretched out to forever, Bruce didn't move, didn't respond, and Clark thought for sure he'd made a mistake, that all the apologies in the universe wouldn't be able to make up for this, but just as he started to pull back and wait for the backlash, the other man pressed deeper into the kiss with a frustrated growl in his throat, giving as good as he took. Then there was nothing but the two of them, breathing into each other's space, trading waves of body heat and sweat, only the cool, damp air of the Cave and the cold steel of the Tumbler behind Clark keeping them grounded.
There was just the barest hint of a thought to Bruce's injuries, driven away as the Bat pressed closer to Clark, proving his own point that that was everyday experience for him, and no, he really didn't need Clark's help in that area, and when Bruce moved to straddle Clark's thigh and work a hand down into his shorts and tights, Clark couldn't help a shiver and a small moan of pleasure. Hot fingers on even hotter skin, calluses providing just enough friction to make Clark really feel it, and he was lost to sensation, to Bruce.
A few strokes, returned as Clark worked his own hand past Bruce's belt to grip his equally rigid cock, and there was nothing holding him back from falling past the edge of the abyss into orgasm, his body jerking with the sudden shocking pleasure of it and his vision darkening around the edges as Bruce went stiff in his embrace and followed quickly. He hadn't felt like this in so long, hadn't felt a release like this, rapid and intense, since before, since Lois, and the long, slow recovery that came after was such relief from all the tension that had sat between him and Bruce that he couldn't help a small breath of a laugh from escaping him.
“What's so funny?” Bruce breathed back, his rasp loud in the quiet of the cave as he slumped against Clark, head dropped to rest on his shoulder.
“Nothing. Just... this. Was starting to think you hated me,” he answered honestly.
Bruce shivered almost imperceptibly. “No. I don't, Clark.” A long pause, and he went on, his voice recovering to almost normal, “We should get cleaned up. I need to wrap my ribs, and your fancy Kryptonian suit is all sticky with come.”
Clark let out a full chuckle at that, and caught Bruce's gaze in the dim light when he raised his head and pushed himself upright. “Is that an invitation?”
Bruce smirked at him. “What do you think?”
And this time, there was nothing hanging in the air after his statement besides 'duh', and Clark happily took that olive branch for everything it was.
And in that moment, he knew exactly it was he wanted, what he felt, even against all odds that Bruce would just keep pushing him away. Covering Bruce's hand with his own and smoothing his other palm down from those broken ribs to his partner's waist, Clark dipped his head and pressed forward, closing that short space between them and finding Bruce's lips with his own in a firm kiss.
For a second that stretched out to forever, Bruce didn't move, didn't respond, and Clark thought for sure he'd made a mistake, that all the apologies in the universe wouldn't be able to make up for this, but just as he started to pull back and wait for the backlash, the other man pressed deeper into the kiss with a frustrated growl in his throat, giving as good as he took. Then there was nothing but the two of them, breathing into each other's space, trading waves of body heat and sweat, only the cool, damp air of the Cave and the cold steel of the Tumbler behind Clark keeping them grounded.
There was just the barest hint of a thought to Bruce's injuries, driven away as the Bat pressed closer to Clark, proving his own point that that was everyday experience for him, and no, he really didn't need Clark's help in that area, and when Bruce moved to straddle Clark's thigh and work a hand down into his shorts and tights, Clark couldn't help a shiver and a small moan of pleasure. Hot fingers on even hotter skin, calluses providing just enough friction to make Clark really feel it, and he was lost to sensation, to Bruce.
A few strokes, returned as Clark worked his own hand past Bruce's belt to grip his equally rigid cock, and there was nothing holding him back from falling past the edge of the abyss into orgasm, his body jerking with the sudden shocking pleasure of it and his vision darkening around the edges as Bruce went stiff in his embrace and followed quickly. He hadn't felt like this in so long, hadn't felt a release like this, rapid and intense, since before, since Lois, and the long, slow recovery that came after was such relief from all the tension that had sat between him and Bruce that he couldn't help a small breath of a laugh from escaping him.
“What's so funny?” Bruce breathed back, his rasp loud in the quiet of the cave as he slumped against Clark, head dropped to rest on his shoulder.
“Nothing. Just... this. Was starting to think you hated me,” he answered honestly.
Bruce shivered almost imperceptibly. “No. I don't, Clark.” A long pause, and he went on, his voice recovering to almost normal, “We should get cleaned up. I need to wrap my ribs, and your fancy Kryptonian suit is all sticky with come.”
Clark let out a full chuckle at that, and caught Bruce's gaze in the dim light when he raised his head and pushed himself upright. “Is that an invitation?”
Bruce smirked at him. “What do you think?”
And this time, there was nothing hanging in the air after his statement besides 'duh', and Clark happily took that olive branch for everything it was.
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Lovely details and hotness! :D
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Bruce can be such a dick when he wants to be. *rolls eyes at him* :p
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