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Clark squares his shoulders and pastes on a smile before he turns around to the flashing cameras. He spent the last few hours clearing all the rubble from a huge Arkham breakout and Bruce reluctantly called in a few favours to help with the clean-up. A woman draws his attention, “Superman, can you confirm the rumours about you and Batman dating?”
“Yes, how long have you and Batman been dating?” Another reporter chimes in.
“How does Miss Lane feel about you dating a fellow hero?” Ron, his colleague from the Daily Planet, throws out.
“Superman! Vicki Vale for the Gotham Gazette, any comments on the trending hashtag SuperBat?”
Clark blanches, “Me and Batman what? SuperBat? Uh, no comment. Stay safe.” He takes off before anyone can ask him anything else.
When he gets home he sinks down on the couch and grabs his phone, it only takes two rings for Lois to pick up, “What is SuperBat and why is it trending?”
“Holy hellfire, Clark, how are you a reporter? You know, someone whose job it is to keep up with current events?”
“Yeah, yeah, stop making fun of me. Tell me.”
“It’s a blend for a Superman and Batman romantic relationship.” Lois tells him, “And well, yesterday a photo was placed on Twitter. Someone caught you and Bruce on a rooftop, the sun was sinking below the horizon, you were standing really close, the shadows made it seem like you were kissing? Anyway, someone shot a picture, posted it and it sort of spiralled from there.”
“So now everyone thinks we’re dating? From one picture?” Clark sighs.
“No Clark, not from one picture, SuperBat has been a tag for years.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you and Bruce have a tendency to be all up in each other’s personal space. Even I wondered sometimes.”
“Lois ..” He begins but she interrupts him.
“Clark, please, I know you have never cheated on me but he was and still is your work wife.” She takes a deep breath, “I also think you would be good together.”
“I don .. I mean .. Lois.” Clark stumbles over his words, “We would kill each other within hours.”
Lois snorts, “I’m sure you could find a way to redirect that energy towards more .. pleasurable things.”
“Bruce and I are not ..” he starts but Lois is way ahead of him.
“Oh, I know. But I also know you’ve thought about it. I’ve seen you look at him when he doesn’t back down from a fight, or when he takes control and starts ordering the most powerful people on earth around. You have a type, mister Kent.”
“You are a terrible ex and I’m hanging up.” He promptly does just that but he can still hear Lois laughing. Only she’s right, he had thought about it. About Bruce, under him, above him, sitting in his lap or bend over the control panel as he’s giving orders to the Justice League while Clark tries his best to fuck him into submission. He also knows it can never be more than that, a thought. No matter what Lois seems to think. Against his better judgement he opens his browser and googles #SuperBat.
Two hours later Clark puts his phone down. People are very creative, the fan-art is tantalising but the stories attached to the art are deliciously filthy. So now he’s horny and in desperate need of getting off.
Clark steps into the shower and adjusts the shower head to his height and sighs. Lathering up he lets his fingers slide over his chest, lightly pinching his nipples. His mind drifts to Bruce, his broad shoulders, perfect shaped biceps, slim waist and ridiculously well toned thighs. His cock twitches, closing his eyes he plants his feet firmly on the floor and places a hand against the wall. He wraps his fingers around his cock, jacking it a few times, the soap making the slide easy, and lets his mind wander. Images of Bruce kneeling before him, looking up at him with a look of deviance. Clark goes from semi hard to rock hard in mere seconds. He twists his wrist and his thumb catches the head of his leaking cock, a spark flits up his spine. He does it again. And again. Pumping his hips into his hand. Water cascading down, his hand tightening, muscles straining. Imaginary Bruce opens his mouth, licking his lips. The spark becomes a fire. In his mind's eye Bruce leans forward and Clark sucks in a breath as he imagines the wet, hot heath closing around his cock. He drops his head and groans as his hips stutter and his vision whites out. He comes hard all over his hand and the wall. He leans against the wall as he catches his breath. Fuck.
He finishes his shower quickly and collapses back onto his bed, he shouldn’t have done that. He silently vows to never do it again as he turns around and burrows his face into his pillow.
*
He does it again. And again. No matter how hard he tries to shift his attention to someone else he always comes back to Bruce. It doesn’t help that he’s subscribed to the SuperBat tag on almost every social media platform there is. When Clark places a hand on Bruce’s back, just a few inches lower than what is considered platonic when they say goodbye after a League matter because he knows it’ll get the internet buzzing and the SuperBat tag flooded with new material he knows it’s gone far enough. He goes cold turkey, he unfollows the tag and starts keeping his distance.
It’s impossible not to notice Bruce’s calculating glare after every mission or meeting but he ignores it. Only Bruce will not be ignored and he manages to corner Clark after a budget meeting on a Friday afternoon.
“Clark.”
“Bruce.”
Bruce raises a brow but Clark keeps his mouth shut and looks away.
The other man sighs, “Three weeks ago you started acting strange then two weeks ago you started to avoid me.” He pauses and tilts his head, “Is this because you found out about SuperBat?”
Clark snaps back to Bruce, “You knew about SuperBat?”
Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose, “Of course I knew. The whole world knew. How the hell you never found out is a mystery.”
Clark narrows his eyes, “You never said anything. Why?”
“You either genuinely didn’t know or you wilfully ignored it. Both options meant you never thought about it, so I left it alone.” Bruce tells him with a blank face.
Clark has known his best friend long enough to know that an expressionless Bruce means he’s suppressing a very strong emotion. Then what Bruce just said registers and he decides to just come clean, “But I did think about it.” Clark watches in satisfaction as Bruce’s mask cracks. He takes a step forward, sliding a hand over Bruce’s hip, “A lot. All the time.”
Bruce sucks in a breath, eyes going wide behind the cowl, “So you acting weird was because ..”
“Because I allowed myself to really think about it.” Clark tells him.
Bruce looks at him for a second before Clark sees the realisation of what he just implied sink in, “Oh.”
Clark takes another step closer, sliding his hand to Bruce’s back, pulling him in. He leans in, ghosting his lips over Bruce’s lips, “I want you.” he whispers and smiles when Bruce shudders.
Bruce turns his head, letting their lips touch briefly before he pushes Clark away, “Not here, this place has cameras.”
“Lead the way.”
Bruce turns on his heels and strides out of the door, cape billowing behind him. Clark follows him to an empty office, he closes the door behind them and takes a deep breath before he turns around. Bruce is leaning casually against the desk, cowl already discarded, Clark almost immediately notices a bottle of lube standing on the desk and he knows that all his filthy, sexy fantasies are about to become a reality.
Clark steps forward, smiling softly as he leans in and captures Bruce’s mouth in an easy, gentle kiss. Only Bruce surges forward, claiming Clark’s mouth in a deep, rough kiss. Clark pulls Bruce’s leg up, lifting him and placing him on the desk. He presses in close, groaning as their cocks align. Clark catches Bruce’s bottom lip with his teeth, soothing it with his tongue before he breaks away panting, “ Holy hellfire. ”
Bruce hmms in agreement, “So, you’ve thought about this.”
Clark huffs out a laugh, “So did you. How about you show me?”
Bruce smirks and pushes Clark back before he steps away from the desk. He presses his thumbs over his cape and it drops heavily to the floor. Clark turns around and leans back against the desk, watching as Bruce undresses. Within moments he’s naked and Clark drinks in his body, he looks like a Greek war god. “You’re gorgeous.” he breathes out.
He reaches out, trailing a finger over his collarbone, down his chest, over his treasure trail to his hard, straining cock. He swipes his thumb over the leaking tip and brings it to his lips. He flicks out his tongue, tasting it and smirks as Bruce’s eyes darken. “Well?” He gestures to himself, “What are you waiting for? Show me.”
Bruce huffs but stalks forward, he drops to his knees, looking up with a raised brow. Clark chuckles and a second later he drops the suit to the floor. Clark’s cock is straining up, already leaking. He holds in his breath as Bruce licks his lips and takes a hold of the base. He looks up, smiles and closes his mouth around the head. The desk cracks under Clark’s grip as Bruce tongues the slit of his cock. Clark shudders when Bruce takes him in deeper and swallows around him, “fuck.”
Bruce hmms and pulls back before he slowly moves forward again. Clark’s cock twitches as Bruce hollows out his cheeks and sucks. Bruce’s hand is hot on his thigh and Clark groans, he lets his fingers slip into Bruce’s hair, tugging lightly.
Bruce pulls off with a wet sound, “What?”
Clark shudders again, fuck Bruce already sounds wrecked. He pulls Bruce up and claims his mouth in a deep, wet kiss, “I want to be inside you when I cum.” Clark says in a low voice.
“Mmm that’s very presumptuous of you.” Bruce murmurs.
“Oh, I would never .. I mean I ..” Clark stammers out.
Bruce laughs, “I’m kidding, Clark. We are definitely going to fuck.”
Clark kisses him, hard, “ Asshole. ” he says before tugging Bruce against his chest and deepening the kiss. He lets one of his hands slip down to Bruce’s ass, squeezing one of the cheeks before he dips his finger between them. He presses against the rim and Bruce shudders and clenches, breaking the kiss, panting hard. Clark pulls back and grabs the bottle of lube.
He kisses Bruce again before he presses a slick finger against his rim. It slips in easily and he adds another, the angle isn’t the best so he pulls away. Bruce sighs in disappointment and Clark laughs out loud, “Patience.” He lifts Bruce up and turns around, he lays him down on his back. He steps in close and gives Bruce a light kiss as he palms his ass before he pushes his legs up and out. Bruce looks amazing like this and Clark can feel his cock twitch in anticipation. He presses his finger back in, quickly adding another. He crooks his finger and Bruce arches off the desk, so he does it again, and again.
Bruce curses and clenches hard, “I am ready, please get on with it!”
Clark pulls his fingers free, he smiles at Bruce before he bends down and kisses his way down Bruce’s chest. He lightly fingers Bruce’s exposed hole while he presses a kiss to the tip of his heavily leaking cock, licking his lips he says, “Fine, spoilsport.”
He drags Bruce to the very edge of the desk, “Grab the desk Bruce, keep your hands there and don’t cum until I tell you to cum. Think you can do that for me?”
Bruce narrows his eyes but after a moment he nods and grabs the top of the desk.
Clark smiles and grabs the lube, he puts a generous amount on the palm of his hand. He slicks up his cock and steps in, Bruce wraps his legs around Clark’s waist. Clark presses the head against Bruce’s open and dripping hole, “Are you ready?”
“Will you ..” Bruce starts but then Clark slams forward, the thrust makes the desk creak and Bruce tightens his legs, “Fuck!”
Clark pulls almost all the way out and slams back in. He sets an almost brutal rhythm, hands tight on Bruce’s hips. Every noise he manages to punch out of Bruce makes him go harder and faster, he doesn't ease up and keeps Bruce right there on the edge with him. Clark pushes one of Bruce’s legs up towards his chest, the new angle has him hitting Bruce’s prostate dead on. Bruce is a moaning sweaty mess beneath him and Clark can’t help but lean in and capture his lips in a filthy open mouthed kiss. His rhythm falters and his thrusts become erratic, he’s almost there. He manages to wrap his fingers around Bruce’s cock, squeezing, “You can cum.” he murmurs against Bruce’s lips.
Almost immediately Bruce’s hole clenches up while his cock erupts a hot mess over Clark's hand. Clark pushes in to the hilt and stills, coming with a grunt, his cock pulsing deep inside of Bruce. He pulls Bruce up and kisses him breathless, loving the way Bruce opens up for him. They kiss for a long while, Clark’s hands are trailing over Bruce’s back and Bruce’s fingers are carding through Clark’s hair.
Eventually they break apart and Clark pulls out slowly, groaning as Bruce clenches around his softening cock. Bruce falls back onto the desk and Clark watches as his cum slowly drips out of his well used hole. He gives Bruce a soft lingering kiss as he slips two fingers into the mess he made. Bruce groans and squirms, trying to get away. Clark shushes him “Let me, please.”
Clark keeps his fingers pressed inside as they kiss softly. After a while the kisses taper off until they are just breathing against each other. Finally, Clark pulls his fingers away and steps back, looking at Bruce, spread out on the desk, he looks absolutely wrecked and fuck, if that wasn’t a good look on him.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Clark asks, still slightly out of breath.
Bruce cracks open an eye, “Because for someone who claims to be one of the fastest men on earth, you’re extremely slow on the uptake.”
He pinches Bruce’s thigh, grinning when the man hisses at him, “So, I hope this isn’t a one time thing? Because to be honest I would very much like a repeat performance.”
Bruce studies him for a moment, “Yes, let’s see if we can make SuperBat work in real life.”
There’s a noise outside the room and it startles them both into action, a few minutes later they are clean-ish, dressed and ready to leave. Clark takes one more look around the room to see if they didn’t miss anything and spots a framed pilot’s licence on the wall, “Whose office is this?” he asks suspiciously.
“No idea, I picked a random one.” Bruce answers him with a grin as he holds the door open.
“You’re lying.” He says but Bruce just keeps smiling, “I know you’re lying. There will be hell to pay if he finds out!”
“When.”
“What?” Clark asks bewildered.
“When he finds out, and I’m counting on that.” Bruce says as he places a hand low on Clark’s back and leads him out of the corridor.
When they round the corner they bump into Hal and Barry, “Hi, you’re still here?” Barry asks, confused.
“Uh, yeah, we uh, needed to go over a report.” Clark answers him, trying to suppress a blush while Bruce just smirks.
“Ha, a report? Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Barry grins at them.
Hal looks confused for a second, eyeing Bruce’s hand on Clark’s back, “What do you mean? There’s only one office down there and it’s m ..”
But Clark doesn’t hear the rest because he’s being dragged away by a smug, grinning Bruce.
Fin