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Title: Something in your mouth
Fandom: DC
Pairings: Clark/Bruce
Characters: Clark Kent/Superman; Bruce Wayne/Batman
Word Count: 669
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Suggestive...
Synopsis: Clark is not allowed to have phallic things in his mouth. He's just not and that's tha--oh....jeez...

A slight explanation beforehand:

I was bored...and I was messing with my Zune, and you know how my imagination goes, yes? Well, every song has a story behind it, or a story to tell with it. Since my other projects are on hold until I get my data back, I figured it'd be good practice to engage in something to keep me occupied. So, I give you a playlist of short stories that may or may not be related, with songs for titles. Hence the series title "Playlist". If you don't know how the song goes, feel free to look it up. :) It kinda helps.

So far none of these stories are related. :)







Song 4: Something in your mouth

“You're so much cooler when you never pull it out
'Cause you look so much cuter with something in your mouth”

- “Something in your mouth” Nickelback

Clark sat at the table tapping his fingers on the wooden surface thoughtfully. In front of him was a crossword puzzle, and on that puzzle were about twenty answers that he had yet to guess. Behind his ear was a pen, the point sticking out and away from him, ready for him to grab and use when an answer came to mind. His mind was on figuring out Down 20, and not on Bruce quietly shifting across from him.

Bruce had long ago given up reading the rest of the paper. He’d given up about an hour ago, when Clark had come in, sat down with his midday snack and snatched a discarded section of the paper for himself. Bruce had looked up and almost lost his mind when Clark stuck it in his mouth. No, not the paper…but his so called “Snack”.

It was the middle of summer, and though Bruce was fond of his air conditioning cooling the whole house down, Clark insisted on having something cool every now and again to consume. Yesterday it had been an ice-cream dove bar, and the day before a carton of Ben & Jerry’s.  It didn’t bother Bruce as long as he kept the sticky sugar cream to himself, though he was inclined to partake of some of it when the mood suited him. No, today it had to be something different, and he was going to KILL Alfred for even thinking about giving Clark that “snack”.

It was a popsicle. A banana popsicle with a fudge coating that melted a bit every time his lips would slide over the cool slick surface, taking in as much of the top as he could and slowly sucking the fudge away from the banana flavored treat under it. He’d lick the tip of it, and then lick it from top to bottom, catching the sweet droplets that escaped the heat of his mouth and dribbled on his fingers.

Oh, Bruce couldn’t think after that…he just couldn’t.

Clark was oblivious about it, too into the crossword then and now.

But then…he did it. That thing he did that drove Bruce bonkers and made him want to hold his head and moan into the closest surface because he just couldn’t get up. Clark’s eyes brightened, and the tip of his tongue peaked out to stab at the corner of his mouth, darting and licking the surface of those lush lips as he grabbed his pen and scribbled down another answer. He made light work of his scribbling, the tip of that pen hitting the moist bottom of his lip, his tongue darting out and playing with the tip of the pen in concentration.

WHY did HE DO THAT?!

Bruce stood up, reached out, and snatched that pen from him, throwing it across the room. Clark stared at him, affronted by such actions until he got a good look at why Bruce was so aggravated.

“Ooops…”

“I swear…I’m going to remove every phallic resemblance in this house…” Bruce growled. “Except one…”

Clark smirked a bit, licking the air lightly in play. “What’s a four letter word for ‘Another name for Rooster’?”

“…you’re so evil.”

“Mmm…and here I thought it’d look good in my mouth…”

“SO…FUCKING….EVIL!!”

Clark  slipped out of his chair, settling on his knees and pulling Bruce close with a light yank of his pants. Bruce could agree with him there...he did look good with something in his mouth.

He looked even better when it was down his throat and he was seeing stars, but Clark probably knew that already. It’s probably why that was the fifth pen Alfred found against the floor later on in the day, and why Clark had another one in his hand and Bruce was staring at it with the urge to throw it away as well.

Previous Song: "Break the Ice"
Next Song: ""Can't Let Go"

I should add a shuffle feature...^-^ I hope you were entertained for a moment.