Fic: Holiday In The Sun - Day Four
Title: Holiday In The Sun: Day Four
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Disclaimer: If only I owned these guys…
Notes: For the worlds_finest "In Heat" Challenge. Filthy PWP. Not my usual style. To be continued tomorrow (and the next day…)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Superman gets all hot and bothered after a trip to the Sun. Bruce takes the heat.
Word Count: 1492
Bruce stifled a yawn as a man in a suit across the boardroom table talked endlessly about something or other. He always tried to be present at these quarterly review meetings, but he couldn't believe it had already been three months since the last one. Too soon to forget how bland they were.
He had given up on sleep after Clark left his bedroom early that morning. He managed to remove the grease paint from his eyes with some effort. It reminded him of the early years, before he enhanced the mask with white lenses to hide his eyes. He had nearly forgotten the days when he bothered to blacken his eyes every night.
He took a sip of coffee as another man argued the points brought up by the first man. He should be paying closer attention. This was his company. His father's company. He should be more interested.
"You must be dying of boredom," remarked a voice in his earpiece. Bruce coughed in response.
"It's ok. I know you can't answer me. I just want you to know that I'm thinking of you."
Bruce kept his face straight, but glanced around the table at the dozen or so other men and women. They couldn't hear this. He knew it, but he was still uneasy. Clark was so...unpredictable lately. He had promised to surprise Bruce today, and Bruce hated surprises.
"I've been thinking about you all day," Clark continued, "How amazing you looked this morning, all tied up and begging me to touch you. How hot you looked sucking me off."
Bruce bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping. He cleared his throat.
"But I didn't take everything I wanted from you, Bruce. I had to leave before I was finished. And now I'm so turned on thinking about you I can barely stand it."
Bruce's tailored pants were getting less comfortable by the second. His face might have been getting a little red, too.
"How about you, Bruce? Are you having trouble paying attention to your meeting? Are you as hard as I am? Just cough if you are."
Bruce coughed. A little too loudly.
"Good," Clark said, his voice was low and seductive. It was strange, but Bruce could work with it. "It's really too bad there are so many people in there, because I would love to throw you down on that big table and make you forget all about stock options."
If Bruce could talk, he would point out that Clark really knew nothing at all about business and it showed. Or maybe he would just do what he was doing now, which was shuddering.
Bruce went for the water glass in front of him. His throat was suddenly a little dry. He needed Clark to shut up. But not so much that he was willing to remove the earpiece.
"What do you think they would say, Bruce, if they knew that only a few hours ago you had Superman's cock in your mouth? Do you think they'd be surprised?"
Bruce took another long drink of water and shifted in his seat.
"I'll tell you how they should feel. Jealous. Of me. Because I know what it's like when Bruce Wayne, Batman, The Dark Knight takes all of his strength and determination and ambition and focuses it on making me absolutely lose my mind."
As discreetly as possible, Bruce slipped his hand under the table and pressed hard against his constricted erection. He was starting to care less and less if anyone noticed how aroused he was.
He lifted his coffee mug to his lips and held it there as he whispered, barely audibly, "You'll pay for this later."
"I hope so."
Enough was enough. Bruce had to excuse himself. He did so as quickly as possible, keeping his posture slightly hunched forward to hide the bulge in his pants.
He entered his office and closed the door, locking it behind him. Just to be extra cautious, he went into his private bathroom, locking that door as well.
"Surprise."
Bruce nearly jumped as he turned to face the man who was already in the bathroom.
Clark Kent leaned casually against the far wall, wearing a full suit and a smirk. He pulled off his glasses and folded them neatly before setting them on the sink. Then the jacked was slipped off onto the floor. Next the tie was loosened. Bruce stood, gaping, then found himself tearing off his own jacket and tie as he moved quickly toward Clark.
Their mouths came together hard. Hands pulling fabric and buttons flying. Large hands grabbed Bruce's ass and pulled his crotch against Clark's thigh. Bruce grunted and kissed Clark harder, almost viciously. He was angry. He was shaken. He was fucking lucky to be able to have this. No one else could have this. No one. And he told Clark so.
Clark reacted by pushing Bruce against the wall so he was facing it. A second later Bruce's pants were gone and it sounded like Clark had opened a bottle of lube.
Did he just carry that around with him at all times?
No time to think about it, much less ask, because Clark was already pushing into Bruce. Barely any preparation and it hurt, but Bruce could take it. He cried out against the wall as Clark wrapped a hand around Bruce's cock.
It wasn't usually like this. Normally Clark was happy to let Bruce fuck him. To let him take out all of the night's frustrations on his invulnerable body. Clark always seemed to enjoy the rare opportunity to be submissive. They both knew who
really had the power, but Clark hid it well, always indulging Bruce and his need to control everything. Just like Bruce would indulge Clark's need to be controlled.
Now Clark was full to bursting with solar energy, and he wasn't giving Bruce a chance. And maybe Bruce didn't want one. Maybe this was what he had always needed. He didn't accidentally choose the most powerful being on the planet as his lover. There was always a part of him, buried beneath years of rage, that just needed to lose control. Just surrender himself to another person, even if just once in awhile.
But Clark would pay for this when the extra energy had finally burned off.
For now Bruce let everything go as Clark thrust into him hard against the wall, biting his neck and whispering things that would drastically change the public's opinion of their supposedly squeaky clean hero.
"Tell me you love it."
"I love it," Bruce gasped, "I love you."
"Tell me you'll never leave me."
"I won't. I'll never leave." They were just delirious, passion-fuelled statements. Bruce would have said anything at that moment, but Clark loved hearing it. Maybe Bruce even meant it.
"Nothing is better than this, Bruce. Nothing. Bruce!" Clark was coming deep inside him. Almost immediately Bruce followed, his legs buckling, but Superman's strong arms keeping him pinned against the wall. He swore to God that he would never leave Clark. Repeatedly. Clark turned him around and pulled him close, holding him and stroking his hair as Bruce struggled to piece himself back together. He felt crazed, exhausted, possibly on the brink of tears. Clark held him, kissed him. Told him he loved him.
Bruce didn't know how much more of this he could take. He also didn't know if he could give it up.
Clark dressed himself and handed Bruce his pants.
"I suppose you should get back to your meeting."
Bruce just nodded.
Clark grinned. "I'm sorry, Bruce, but there is no way that those people aren't going to know that you just got lucky."
Bruce carefully tucked in his shirt. "I'm sure that won't shock any of them."
Clark stepped toward Bruce, holding his necktie. He went to work tying it for him while Bruce just watched.
"You're tired," Clark observed.
"Can't imagine why."
Clark finished the knot and admired his handiwork. Bruce would have to fix it later.
"How are you feeling, Clark?"
"Me? I've never felt better. Really. It's incredible."
"Still full of energy, then?"
Clark kissed him. "I'm afraid so. Is that a problem?"
"No."
"Good. Because I have big ideas for tomorrow."
This is normally where Bruce would protest that he had other things he needed to be doing. Instead he found himself saying "Seems like an awfully long wait."
Clark raised an eyebrow, "As they say, Bruce, good things come to those who wait."
Bruce smirked, pleased that he was able to end this encounter with a shred of dignity. He returned to the meeting, not bothering to fix his mussed hair. He felt good. He gave the guy across the table from him a wink as he sat down. The rest of the meeting was lost to him as he became engrossed in considering the possibilities that tomorrow would bring.
On to Day Five!
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Disclaimer: If only I owned these guys…
Notes: For the worlds_finest "In Heat" Challenge. Filthy PWP. Not my usual style. To be continued tomorrow (and the next day…)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Superman gets all hot and bothered after a trip to the Sun. Bruce takes the heat.
Word Count: 1492
Bruce stifled a yawn as a man in a suit across the boardroom table talked endlessly about something or other. He always tried to be present at these quarterly review meetings, but he couldn't believe it had already been three months since the last one. Too soon to forget how bland they were.
He had given up on sleep after Clark left his bedroom early that morning. He managed to remove the grease paint from his eyes with some effort. It reminded him of the early years, before he enhanced the mask with white lenses to hide his eyes. He had nearly forgotten the days when he bothered to blacken his eyes every night.
He took a sip of coffee as another man argued the points brought up by the first man. He should be paying closer attention. This was his company. His father's company. He should be more interested.
"You must be dying of boredom," remarked a voice in his earpiece. Bruce coughed in response.
"It's ok. I know you can't answer me. I just want you to know that I'm thinking of you."
Bruce kept his face straight, but glanced around the table at the dozen or so other men and women. They couldn't hear this. He knew it, but he was still uneasy. Clark was so...unpredictable lately. He had promised to surprise Bruce today, and Bruce hated surprises.
"I've been thinking about you all day," Clark continued, "How amazing you looked this morning, all tied up and begging me to touch you. How hot you looked sucking me off."
Bruce bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping. He cleared his throat.
"But I didn't take everything I wanted from you, Bruce. I had to leave before I was finished. And now I'm so turned on thinking about you I can barely stand it."
Bruce's tailored pants were getting less comfortable by the second. His face might have been getting a little red, too.
"How about you, Bruce? Are you having trouble paying attention to your meeting? Are you as hard as I am? Just cough if you are."
Bruce coughed. A little too loudly.
"Good," Clark said, his voice was low and seductive. It was strange, but Bruce could work with it. "It's really too bad there are so many people in there, because I would love to throw you down on that big table and make you forget all about stock options."
If Bruce could talk, he would point out that Clark really knew nothing at all about business and it showed. Or maybe he would just do what he was doing now, which was shuddering.
Bruce went for the water glass in front of him. His throat was suddenly a little dry. He needed Clark to shut up. But not so much that he was willing to remove the earpiece.
"What do you think they would say, Bruce, if they knew that only a few hours ago you had Superman's cock in your mouth? Do you think they'd be surprised?"
Bruce took another long drink of water and shifted in his seat.
"I'll tell you how they should feel. Jealous. Of me. Because I know what it's like when Bruce Wayne, Batman, The Dark Knight takes all of his strength and determination and ambition and focuses it on making me absolutely lose my mind."
As discreetly as possible, Bruce slipped his hand under the table and pressed hard against his constricted erection. He was starting to care less and less if anyone noticed how aroused he was.
He lifted his coffee mug to his lips and held it there as he whispered, barely audibly, "You'll pay for this later."
"I hope so."
Enough was enough. Bruce had to excuse himself. He did so as quickly as possible, keeping his posture slightly hunched forward to hide the bulge in his pants.
He entered his office and closed the door, locking it behind him. Just to be extra cautious, he went into his private bathroom, locking that door as well.
"Surprise."
Bruce nearly jumped as he turned to face the man who was already in the bathroom.
Clark Kent leaned casually against the far wall, wearing a full suit and a smirk. He pulled off his glasses and folded them neatly before setting them on the sink. Then the jacked was slipped off onto the floor. Next the tie was loosened. Bruce stood, gaping, then found himself tearing off his own jacket and tie as he moved quickly toward Clark.
Their mouths came together hard. Hands pulling fabric and buttons flying. Large hands grabbed Bruce's ass and pulled his crotch against Clark's thigh. Bruce grunted and kissed Clark harder, almost viciously. He was angry. He was shaken. He was fucking lucky to be able to have this. No one else could have this. No one. And he told Clark so.
Clark reacted by pushing Bruce against the wall so he was facing it. A second later Bruce's pants were gone and it sounded like Clark had opened a bottle of lube.
Did he just carry that around with him at all times?
No time to think about it, much less ask, because Clark was already pushing into Bruce. Barely any preparation and it hurt, but Bruce could take it. He cried out against the wall as Clark wrapped a hand around Bruce's cock.
It wasn't usually like this. Normally Clark was happy to let Bruce fuck him. To let him take out all of the night's frustrations on his invulnerable body. Clark always seemed to enjoy the rare opportunity to be submissive. They both knew who
really had the power, but Clark hid it well, always indulging Bruce and his need to control everything. Just like Bruce would indulge Clark's need to be controlled.
Now Clark was full to bursting with solar energy, and he wasn't giving Bruce a chance. And maybe Bruce didn't want one. Maybe this was what he had always needed. He didn't accidentally choose the most powerful being on the planet as his lover. There was always a part of him, buried beneath years of rage, that just needed to lose control. Just surrender himself to another person, even if just once in awhile.
But Clark would pay for this when the extra energy had finally burned off.
For now Bruce let everything go as Clark thrust into him hard against the wall, biting his neck and whispering things that would drastically change the public's opinion of their supposedly squeaky clean hero.
"Tell me you love it."
"I love it," Bruce gasped, "I love you."
"Tell me you'll never leave me."
"I won't. I'll never leave." They were just delirious, passion-fuelled statements. Bruce would have said anything at that moment, but Clark loved hearing it. Maybe Bruce even meant it.
"Nothing is better than this, Bruce. Nothing. Bruce!" Clark was coming deep inside him. Almost immediately Bruce followed, his legs buckling, but Superman's strong arms keeping him pinned against the wall. He swore to God that he would never leave Clark. Repeatedly. Clark turned him around and pulled him close, holding him and stroking his hair as Bruce struggled to piece himself back together. He felt crazed, exhausted, possibly on the brink of tears. Clark held him, kissed him. Told him he loved him.
Bruce didn't know how much more of this he could take. He also didn't know if he could give it up.
Clark dressed himself and handed Bruce his pants.
"I suppose you should get back to your meeting."
Bruce just nodded.
Clark grinned. "I'm sorry, Bruce, but there is no way that those people aren't going to know that you just got lucky."
Bruce carefully tucked in his shirt. "I'm sure that won't shock any of them."
Clark stepped toward Bruce, holding his necktie. He went to work tying it for him while Bruce just watched.
"You're tired," Clark observed.
"Can't imagine why."
Clark finished the knot and admired his handiwork. Bruce would have to fix it later.
"How are you feeling, Clark?"
"Me? I've never felt better. Really. It's incredible."
"Still full of energy, then?"
Clark kissed him. "I'm afraid so. Is that a problem?"
"No."
"Good. Because I have big ideas for tomorrow."
This is normally where Bruce would protest that he had other things he needed to be doing. Instead he found himself saying "Seems like an awfully long wait."
Clark raised an eyebrow, "As they say, Bruce, good things come to those who wait."
Bruce smirked, pleased that he was able to end this encounter with a shred of dignity. He returned to the meeting, not bothering to fix his mussed hair. He felt good. He gave the guy across the table from him a wink as he sat down. The rest of the meeting was lost to him as he became engrossed in considering the possibilities that tomorrow would bring.
On to Day Five!