Fic: Morning-Gold At The Watchtower (2/2)
Title: Morning-Gold At The Watchtower (2/2)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Steve/Diana, mention of various JLA’ers and Teen Titans
Genres: Humor, PWP
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: On a routine Monitor Duty shift at the Watchtower, Diana finds that it takes a surprising turn.
Summary: Diana sees some images that she’ll never forget. ;)
Date Of Completion: February 12, 2008
Date Of Posting: February 17, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1120
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my LJ First Anniversary Fic Request Meme for
starsandsea , who requested Clark/Bruce. Prompt: Pictures. :)
All chapters can be found here.
II
PLEASURED
Diana blinked as she watched the screen, glancing down at the console. Her boot must have hit the wrong switch, activating one of
the privacy cameras. Each League member was assured of privacy in their room except during a security breach.
Looks like I’m the security breach this time around.
Diana would have flicked the switch right away, but she was mesmerized.
Clark and Bruce were kissing. Not a friendly peck on the lips, but passionate, tongue-in-mouth kissing. Clark’s hand was at he back
of Bruce’s cowled head, and Bruce’s gloved hands were around his waist. When they broke apart, Clark was smiling, and he gently
slid the cowl off Bruce.
Bruce didn’t object, his normally-serious eyes sparkling. Diana was pleased.
Between caresses and kisses, both men started undressing each other. Hands slipped over chests and thighs, the boys’
admiration for each other clear in their eyes. When both were naked, Clark pushed Bruce back to the bed, crawling up onto the bed
and kneeling between Bruce’s legs.
Diana’s own body reacted. She leaned back in the chair, put her boots on the console, and watched with narrowed eyes as she
touched herself through satin fabric. Steve had primed the pump of her desire, and Clark and Bruce were going to complete the job.
She had a great view of her Kryptonian teammate’s ass as he leaned down and kissed Bruce’s face, throat, and chest. His hands
stroked Bruce’s hips as Bruce caressed his arms and chest, happy little purring noises coming out of him as Clark suddenly dipped
down and sucked on a nipple. His skin was like burnished gold in the morning sunlight shining through the windows.
Diana wondered how her glowing lasso would look against that golden skin, or Bruce’s paler muscles. She already knew what it
looked like against Steve’s fair skin. All three? Her body tingled.
For a brief moment, she also wondered how they felt making love in view of the Earth, then she laughed softly. It wasn’t as if
anyone was going to see them.
Except her.
Bruce’s body bucked, his face ecstatic and his eyes closed as he moaned, Clark’s enthusiasm vibrating through the screen to Diana.
He worked on the other nipple, Bruce gasping, “More, Clark!” and the Kryptonian obliging. His hands grasped Bruce’s wrists, and
no matter how Bruce squirmed, he was pinned to the bed. Diana felt her body thrum with passion.
Clark slid his tongue down Bruce’s sternum, then his stomach until he reached the prize that was bobbing in his face. His head
turned slightly and Diana could see the smile on his face. He began to lick the underside of Bruce’s cock, slowly and teasingly, Bruce
moaning and cursing as he demanded that Clark go faster!
Clark was taking his sweet time, however. While Bruce threatened dire consequences, Clark mapped out every inch of Bruce’s
swollen cock with his tongue, swirling around the head and then back down to the balls, Bruce arching up with his fingers digging
into the sheets. Sweat sheened his body, the glint of faint scars on hard muscle, and Clark’s smooth, perfect body shivered a little
with his own arousal becoming evident.
Then he swallowed Bruce whole, Diana groaning along with Bruce, her own body tightening as she watched Clark’s head bob and
Bruce writhe, gasping and pleading, “Clark, please! Please!”
Clark was an expert at the art of pleasure and Diana fleetingly wondered how long he had been getting an education. Bruce was close
but then suddenly Clark’s mouth disengaged, and Bruce growled as he sat up and grabbed Clark.
Suddenly their positions were reversed, Clark twisted around to lay on his stomach and Bruce caressing smooth buttocks while his
cock demanded entrance. Clark looked back with a saucy smile and spread his legs wider, Bruce nipping his thighs and shuddering
as his tongue pleasured Clark, the Kryptonian moaning and clutching the pillow, head back.
"Bruuuce…!”
Bruce’s voice was pure evil. “How do you like being teased, Superman?”
"I love it!”
Diana nearly burst out laughing but her own arousal was singing through her, wetness between her legs. Her thighs were taut as she
continued to pleasure herself, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Bruce kissed each buttock with an almost reverent air, then he spread Clark’s cheeks and started to ease in after quickly lubricating
himself. He went in with the ease of long practice, Clark’s moans in sync with his rhythm of a slow in-and-out, his hands gripping
Clark’s hips. No bruises for the Man of Steel would appear, but he wouldn’t have cared if they did.
"Bruce…” His voice was breathless.
“What, Clark?” Bruce’s voice was almost indifferent, but the tightness below the tone indicated his own arousal.
“Please…”
Bruce smirked, speeding up his rhythm, caressing Clark’s buttocks and crooning softly. Clark’s body shivered as Bruce skillfully
brought him to the brink, then thrust one final time.
“Aaahhh!!!”
The cry was piercing, sweet, and joined by Bruce, whose body went rigid and then his hips bucked, filling Clark with his seed as
his lover’s body shuddered. Bruce’s torso drooped and he kissed the back of Clark’s sweaty neck, brushing away damp tendrils
of blue-black hair, his body draping over Clark’s while both panted to regain their breath.
Bruce had a great ass, too.
It was Diana’s last coherent thought as she came in waves upon waves of tingling pleasure, then she collapsed in the chair, enjoying
her lassitude. She would have to turn on the Monitor Room camera in a minute, but she basked in the afterglow, pleased that she had
read the undercurrents between her two friends correctly and that they had finally done something about their attraction to each
other.
Her boot hit the button to Delete and she closed her eyes, the images playing behind her eyes. The screen read COPY as the machine
hummed and a round, silver disc popped out of a slot. It slid down a tube and ended up with a soft plink in a box marked Back-Ups.
Diana opened her eyes and gazed dreamily out at the stars as Clark and Bruce shifted around and curled up around each other for a
sated sleep. She shut off the camera to Clark’s room.
Her daydreams wandered to wondering if she could get Dinah and Shayera to demonstrate woman-on-woman techniques here in
Man’s World, or perhaps she could persuade Steve to couple with Hal again, or would Zatanna be interested in persuading the
sexilicious Selina to perform a little magic?
Diana’s smile was very happy indeed as she enjoyed the pleasurable afterglow as the morning sun bathed her in gold, her lasso and
the metals in her costume sparkling.
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Steve/Diana, mention of various JLA’ers and Teen Titans
Genres: Humor, PWP
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: On a routine Monitor Duty shift at the Watchtower, Diana finds that it takes a surprising turn.
Summary: Diana sees some images that she’ll never forget. ;)
Date Of Completion: February 12, 2008
Date Of Posting: February 17, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1120
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my LJ First Anniversary Fic Request Meme for
starsandsea , who requested Clark/Bruce. Prompt: Pictures. :)
All chapters can be found here.
II
PLEASURED
Diana blinked as she watched the screen, glancing down at the console. Her boot must have hit the wrong switch, activating one of
the privacy cameras. Each League member was assured of privacy in their room except during a security breach.
Looks like I’m the security breach this time around.
Diana would have flicked the switch right away, but she was mesmerized.
Clark and Bruce were kissing. Not a friendly peck on the lips, but passionate, tongue-in-mouth kissing. Clark’s hand was at he back
of Bruce’s cowled head, and Bruce’s gloved hands were around his waist. When they broke apart, Clark was smiling, and he gently
slid the cowl off Bruce.
Bruce didn’t object, his normally-serious eyes sparkling. Diana was pleased.
Between caresses and kisses, both men started undressing each other. Hands slipped over chests and thighs, the boys’
admiration for each other clear in their eyes. When both were naked, Clark pushed Bruce back to the bed, crawling up onto the bed
and kneeling between Bruce’s legs.
Diana’s own body reacted. She leaned back in the chair, put her boots on the console, and watched with narrowed eyes as she
touched herself through satin fabric. Steve had primed the pump of her desire, and Clark and Bruce were going to complete the job.
She had a great view of her Kryptonian teammate’s ass as he leaned down and kissed Bruce’s face, throat, and chest. His hands
stroked Bruce’s hips as Bruce caressed his arms and chest, happy little purring noises coming out of him as Clark suddenly dipped
down and sucked on a nipple. His skin was like burnished gold in the morning sunlight shining through the windows.
Diana wondered how her glowing lasso would look against that golden skin, or Bruce’s paler muscles. She already knew what it
looked like against Steve’s fair skin. All three? Her body tingled.
For a brief moment, she also wondered how they felt making love in view of the Earth, then she laughed softly. It wasn’t as if
anyone was going to see them.
Except her.
Bruce’s body bucked, his face ecstatic and his eyes closed as he moaned, Clark’s enthusiasm vibrating through the screen to Diana.
He worked on the other nipple, Bruce gasping, “More, Clark!” and the Kryptonian obliging. His hands grasped Bruce’s wrists, and
no matter how Bruce squirmed, he was pinned to the bed. Diana felt her body thrum with passion.
Clark slid his tongue down Bruce’s sternum, then his stomach until he reached the prize that was bobbing in his face. His head
turned slightly and Diana could see the smile on his face. He began to lick the underside of Bruce’s cock, slowly and teasingly, Bruce
moaning and cursing as he demanded that Clark go faster!
Clark was taking his sweet time, however. While Bruce threatened dire consequences, Clark mapped out every inch of Bruce’s
swollen cock with his tongue, swirling around the head and then back down to the balls, Bruce arching up with his fingers digging
into the sheets. Sweat sheened his body, the glint of faint scars on hard muscle, and Clark’s smooth, perfect body shivered a little
with his own arousal becoming evident.
Then he swallowed Bruce whole, Diana groaning along with Bruce, her own body tightening as she watched Clark’s head bob and
Bruce writhe, gasping and pleading, “Clark, please! Please!”
Clark was an expert at the art of pleasure and Diana fleetingly wondered how long he had been getting an education. Bruce was close
but then suddenly Clark’s mouth disengaged, and Bruce growled as he sat up and grabbed Clark.
Suddenly their positions were reversed, Clark twisted around to lay on his stomach and Bruce caressing smooth buttocks while his
cock demanded entrance. Clark looked back with a saucy smile and spread his legs wider, Bruce nipping his thighs and shuddering
as his tongue pleasured Clark, the Kryptonian moaning and clutching the pillow, head back.
"Bruuuce…!”
Bruce’s voice was pure evil. “How do you like being teased, Superman?”
"I love it!”
Diana nearly burst out laughing but her own arousal was singing through her, wetness between her legs. Her thighs were taut as she
continued to pleasure herself, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Bruce kissed each buttock with an almost reverent air, then he spread Clark’s cheeks and started to ease in after quickly lubricating
himself. He went in with the ease of long practice, Clark’s moans in sync with his rhythm of a slow in-and-out, his hands gripping
Clark’s hips. No bruises for the Man of Steel would appear, but he wouldn’t have cared if they did.
"Bruce…” His voice was breathless.
“What, Clark?” Bruce’s voice was almost indifferent, but the tightness below the tone indicated his own arousal.
“Please…”
Bruce smirked, speeding up his rhythm, caressing Clark’s buttocks and crooning softly. Clark’s body shivered as Bruce skillfully
brought him to the brink, then thrust one final time.
“Aaahhh!!!”
The cry was piercing, sweet, and joined by Bruce, whose body went rigid and then his hips bucked, filling Clark with his seed as
his lover’s body shuddered. Bruce’s torso drooped and he kissed the back of Clark’s sweaty neck, brushing away damp tendrils
of blue-black hair, his body draping over Clark’s while both panted to regain their breath.
Bruce had a great ass, too.
It was Diana’s last coherent thought as she came in waves upon waves of tingling pleasure, then she collapsed in the chair, enjoying
her lassitude. She would have to turn on the Monitor Room camera in a minute, but she basked in the afterglow, pleased that she had
read the undercurrents between her two friends correctly and that they had finally done something about their attraction to each
other.
Her boot hit the button to Delete and she closed her eyes, the images playing behind her eyes. The screen read COPY as the machine
hummed and a round, silver disc popped out of a slot. It slid down a tube and ended up with a soft plink in a box marked Back-Ups.
Diana opened her eyes and gazed dreamily out at the stars as Clark and Bruce shifted around and curled up around each other for a
sated sleep. She shut off the camera to Clark’s room.
Her daydreams wandered to wondering if she could get Dinah and Shayera to demonstrate woman-on-woman techniques here in
Man’s World, or perhaps she could persuade Steve to couple with Hal again, or would Zatanna be interested in persuading the
sexilicious Selina to perform a little magic?
Diana’s smile was very happy indeed as she enjoyed the pleasurable afterglow as the morning sun bathed her in gold, her lasso and
the metals in her costume sparkling.