(Upload) Even Odds
Ok, for this to make some sense, you might need to read Destiny. In any case, all you need to know is Batman hooked up with Hawkgirl.
It's... pretty crazy. I got Displacement vibes out of this, only reversed. Poor Clark, he's being used! (See how you like that!). He could learn to say no, too. I mean, it's a letter shorter than 'yes'… This is GL/Superman. I don't think I could pull it without the other piece, but I rather liked this one!
Fandom: DCAU
Pairing: GL/Superman
Rating: R
Summary: The daily life of those who waited too long.
Notes: Beta by tmelange, who pulled a really fast one on these stories! /hugs T :3
Word count: 398
Started on July 8th 2006 at 12:10 am
Finished on July 8th 2006 at 12:45 am
Even Odds
When John pushes him to the shower wall with a little more strength than is necessary, Clark frowns, mad at his teammate for treating him like this and mad at himself for allowing this to happen again.
When John’s soft lips capture his and their teeth bump with their momentum, Clark gives as hard as he gets. Not an ounce harder, or he might hurt this man.
When John’s tongue travels down his body, licking droplets of water off his skin, teasing him with hot lips and sharp teeth everywhere he’s sensitive, Clark makes an effort to stop thinking.
When John maneuvers him to turn over to face the cool tiles on the wall, Clark tries to imagine someone else. But it’s hard to think when John touches him like that, deftly and economically, knowing full well he can’t hurt Clark, and taking advantage of that fact.
When imagining isn’t enough, and John is thrusting hard against him, he carefully supports himself against the wall, and opens his hearing range. On top of his own moans and John’s ragged breathing, rooms away in the Watchtower, he hears him laugh. He’s with her, and they aren’t doing anything special, but he’s laughing.
When he concentrates just on the sound of his laughter, when he thinks it could be him, it could have been him if he had said something sooner, he grits his teeth and strokes himself hard, nails scrapping invulnerable skin.
When he comes, Clark doesn’t feel guilty. He rides the last waves of pleasure, the last of John’s erratic thrusts, and listens to him orgasm with a shout trapped in his throat. John finally gets himself together, and slides out of him. Clark knows John is thinking of Bruce too, though not in the same way as Clark.
When he sees the way John looks at Batman and Shayera together, Clark understands why John looks for him in the showers some days. He’s silently trying to get back at Bruce by taking Clark away, just like Bruce took Shayera away from him. It doesn’t matter that Bruce is oblivious to Clark’s feelings, or that John is still seeing Vixen. To John, Clark supposes, it makes sense.
When it happens again, this time in a deserted conference room, Clark berates himself for being so weak. This is something he has always needed, but is never what he wants.
It's... pretty crazy. I got Displacement vibes out of this, only reversed. Poor Clark, he's being used! (See how you like that!). He could learn to say no, too. I mean, it's a letter shorter than 'yes'… This is GL/Superman. I don't think I could pull it without the other piece, but I rather liked this one!
Fandom: DCAU
Pairing: GL/Superman
Rating: R
Summary: The daily life of those who waited too long.
Notes: Beta by tmelange, who pulled a really fast one on these stories! /hugs T :3
Word count: 398
Started on July 8th 2006 at 12:10 am
Finished on July 8th 2006 at 12:45 am
Even Odds
When John pushes him to the shower wall with a little more strength than is necessary, Clark frowns, mad at his teammate for treating him like this and mad at himself for allowing this to happen again.
When John’s soft lips capture his and their teeth bump with their momentum, Clark gives as hard as he gets. Not an ounce harder, or he might hurt this man.
When John’s tongue travels down his body, licking droplets of water off his skin, teasing him with hot lips and sharp teeth everywhere he’s sensitive, Clark makes an effort to stop thinking.
When John maneuvers him to turn over to face the cool tiles on the wall, Clark tries to imagine someone else. But it’s hard to think when John touches him like that, deftly and economically, knowing full well he can’t hurt Clark, and taking advantage of that fact.
When imagining isn’t enough, and John is thrusting hard against him, he carefully supports himself against the wall, and opens his hearing range. On top of his own moans and John’s ragged breathing, rooms away in the Watchtower, he hears him laugh. He’s with her, and they aren’t doing anything special, but he’s laughing.
When he concentrates just on the sound of his laughter, when he thinks it could be him, it could have been him if he had said something sooner, he grits his teeth and strokes himself hard, nails scrapping invulnerable skin.
When he comes, Clark doesn’t feel guilty. He rides the last waves of pleasure, the last of John’s erratic thrusts, and listens to him orgasm with a shout trapped in his throat. John finally gets himself together, and slides out of him. Clark knows John is thinking of Bruce too, though not in the same way as Clark.
When he sees the way John looks at Batman and Shayera together, Clark understands why John looks for him in the showers some days. He’s silently trying to get back at Bruce by taking Clark away, just like Bruce took Shayera away from him. It doesn’t matter that Bruce is oblivious to Clark’s feelings, or that John is still seeing Vixen. To John, Clark supposes, it makes sense.
When it happens again, this time in a deserted conference room, Clark berates himself for being so weak. This is something he has always needed, but is never what he wants.