DPJ part 22
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roxyPrevious Parts are here, discovering what Prince Albert kept in that can.
I’m tired beyond all belief…
Bruce seemed pleased to see him. He kissed him when he came in the door, a warm press of lips to his cheek. He led Clark to his study and gestured for Clark to take a seat. Clark chose a low back club chair and Bruce smiled.
He came around the back of the chair and leaned over, pressed a drink into Clark’s upraised hand. “You smell good.”
Clark lowered the drink to his mouth and sipped, blushing. “Um, thanks…you…”
Bruce was in front of him now. “You look tired.” He smoothed the hair back from Clark’s forehead. “Do you want to sleep? Do you need to be anywhere soon?”
“Well, yes…” he trailed off as Bruce’s calloused fingers slid across his mouth, down his chin and across his throat. His thumb rested on the pulse point in his neck, and Clark could feel it press in a little as he swallowed. Fingers traced his collarbones and Clark gasped softly.
“ Bruce, I--” Bruce pressed his thumb into the hollow of Clark’s throat and he automatically slid lower in the chair, his knees opening. Bruce stood between them and bent over. He traced the top of Clark’s ear with the point of his tongue until Clark squirmed and then bit down—hard enough to make Clark rise up off the chair, and now, he was breathing heavier. Bruce stepped back, and trailed fingertips along Clark’s growing erection. He cupped him and Clark gasped, “Wait. I didn’t come here for this.”
“No?” Bruce asked, “Do you want me to stop?” and the warmth of his hand was gone.
Clark’s hand shot out and captured Bruce’s wrist. “No.”
“Are you sure,” he whispered and leaned closer, until his mouth was over Clark’s. When he spoke his lips just barely stroked Clark’s, sending a shiver through him.
“I’m sure….”
Clark closed his eyes as Bruce ran his hand up his inner thigh, pressed his thumb hard, as hard as he could, against a bundle of nerves there, a sensation that he’d learned for Clark was incredibly erotic …he thrust up and pushed hard against Bruce’s hand and shouted. He was completely hard, Bruce slid his zipper down, and it felt like he was unlatching it tooth by tooth, agonizingly slow, Bruce’s hand freed him and his dick thumped against his belly. He was begging Bruce—
“What do you want Clark. Tell me and I’ll do it.”
******
The dim table lamp next to the chair filled the room with shadows, on the wall two shapes twisted together, the only sound in the darkness the creak of wood, the rustle and slide of fabric and the helpless moans that escaped from Clark…
Bruce’s knees were cushioned in their clothing crumpled on the floor. He held Clark’s sweat slicked legs apart, pushed them high over his head and drank in the sound of him flying apart. Each swipe of his tongue over that whorl of tight muscle brought a new submission from Clark, each tongue thrust inward forced him to surrender and beg for more.
Bruce stood and watched Clark pant, sweat-- he grinned as he fisted his dick, slicking himself. “Are you ready for me?”
Clark nodded, looking almost frightened and Bruce laughed. Stepped between his legs and in one push slid home.
“God! Fuck!” Clark’s head ground against the chair back, his lips pulled back from his clenched teeth and he lifted into the thrust. His legs were bent almost to his chest as Bruce rested his weight on them, his hands frantically scrabbled at the arms of the chair. “Hard! Do it hard!”
Bruce nodded, braced his feet and gave Clark what he needed, no romance, no tenderness, nothing to cloud what this was, a hard, fast, no holds barred fuck.
He watched Clark, watched his dick sway against his belly, threading precome from the swollen tip to slick flesh with each contact, he was slippery with sweat and lube, and he was beautiful, gleaming like marble in the low light….
Bruce leaned back to watch his dick disappear inside him with each push; he reached down to circle his fingers around the thinned rim of muscle clutching him, releasing him reluctantly. The slide of flesh against flesh overtook the distance he tried to keep between them, his body vibrated with the need to come---a few swift pulls of his hand over Clark’s dick sent him into release with a strangled shout and the furnace that Bruce was buried in squeezed down around him, pulled him into his own release.
Coming, he felt completely alive, on fire, every part of him aware as he emptied himself into the nearly invincible, almost god-like being who was writhing and moaning and pleading with him… so much power, control given over so freely and completely, all to him-- the thought propelled him violently through his orgasm.
******
Clark was waiting for Bruce to come back to the study. He was still feeling warm and relaxed, he was showered and re-dressed. He was still a little damp, his clothes clung to wet spots on his skin here and there. Bruce walked in with a tray and pushed the door to the den shut with his foot.
“Coffee?”
Clark nodded and took a cup off the tray gratefully. “Thanks.” He gulped down a few mouthfuls before dropping it back on the tray. “Bruce—I’ve got Lex staying with me right now.”
Bruce set the tray on a table, drew a chair around to it and sat, very methodical movements, very careful. He raised an eyebrow at Clark. “Really…why?” He waited for an answer, a little smile on his lips, a look of polite interest on his face.
“Because I’m trying to make his life better. I want to help him.”
Bruce leaned back in his chair and folded his hands on the table. “I see.”
“You know Bruce, I came here to ask you for your help with a problem I have but—I’ve been thinking about something you told me a while ago, something that doesn’t make sense to me now….”
“Go ahead,” Bruce said.
“Lex didn’t send that tape to you.”
Bruce didn’t waste time acting as if he had no idea what Clark was talking about. “He did, he sent the tape and a note--”
“Stop it. You know it wasn’t Lex.”
“Well, it could have been Lucas but it didn’t matter, it was plain that Lex wasn’t protesting…”
Clark interrupted. “I think that you knew it was Lucas all along. I think you lied to me. I know you didn’t do it to hurt me, it was just some twisted way you had of protecting me. Like the way you comfort me,” he snarled.
Bruce cut in “—you know Lex is an active participant. You can see in his face when they’re fucking, he loves it!”
Clark was silent and Bruce misinterpreted his silence, asked, “It’s true, isn’t it?”
“I *never* watched—you *watched* them?”
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you never looked--” Bruce coughed out a strained chuckle. “No. Of course not. You never did, did you? You always turned away, I’ll bet—anything but that.”
“But you did! And when you thought I might not hate him so much anymore you created a reason why I should. You lied to me!”
“Lex is going to drown and pull you under with him. Without him you’re more focused, a better weapon. With him, there are too many issues muddying the water, your energies would be divided.”
“So you protected me from him, in order to create a better weapon…Bruce—there’s not much difference between what you tried to do and what Lucas did.” Clark suddenly went quiet and when he didn’t speak, Bruce continued.
“You’re wrong. I helped you, I trained you, worked with you, I did everything I promised your parents I would do, and I didn’t do anything you didn’t want. Ever.”
“It might be true, Bruce. But I didn’t know what to ask for until you showed me what it was.”
“Can we let this go? We need to work together. I’m sorry—what I did was out of line perhaps, probably stupid--but you *can* trust me. I promise, I won’t shade the truth with you again.”
“Bruce, the cities need us. The world needs us.” Clark drug his hands through his hair and sighed. “And I do trust you--for the *job* I trust you completely I trust you with my life—no one else has that from me. But you and I? On a personal level? I‘ll have to think about that.”
******
Clark replayed the scene again and again as he drove back towards Smallville. He was angry. He was angry enough to scream but he was already fighting to put it behind him. He’d had enough of living a life ruled by anger.
The calm Superman affected was hard won and cultivated—Clark had a temper, one that he kept a very tight leash on. He could feel it slipping, just like it’d slipped that night in Metropolis, when he’d first donned the costume and taken his first flight around the city—his city.
He hadn’t felt shame then, he felt deep shame now. He remembered the look of hope on Lex’s face, and how quickly it became a resigned kind of sorrow…he had his fill of hatred and grudges and he had no interest in carrying that on with Bruce. Just at this moment, he needed distance from him.
He left the car parked in the barn, and flew back to the Artic….
Lex wasn’t in bed when Clark returned to the fortress; he was in the library, sitting at a table, and writing something on a pile of notes in front of him. He looked up and smiled when Clark came in.
“Hey, you’re back. Good. I’ve been trying to remember everything Lucas said about the projects he was working on for the military. Have you or Batman looked into it yet?”
“Yes and no—we haven’t gone into the factory yet, but Bruce is keeping track of the materials arriving there, some of them are coming from Wayne Industries…
He trailed off and stared at Lex until Lex asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Bruce has a tape of you and Lucas, together… did you send it?”
“Tape? Of Lucas…God, I’d never do that. Is that what he told you—why would he tell you something like that? I never sent Bruce a tape—when he refused my calls and wouldn’t see me, I dropped it. It hurt me a lot, I won’t lie. Bruce was always special to me.” he stopped and looked into Clark’s face. “I know he knew what was happening, but I kind of thought if anyone understood it would be Bruce. No. It wasn’t me and Bruce should have known immediately that it was Lucas. Trying to separate me from anyone who might influence me.”
Clark nodded.“Yeah. Well, Bruce has…changed some in the last six years.”
Lex looked at him and said, “You’ve been with Bruce haven’t you? As lovers, or…”
Clark laughed. “Or, I suppose. Less than lovers, more than friends? I don’t know how to put it. Bruce makes things easier. He knows what to do for me.”
Lex cocked his head and looked Clark over. “Does he?” he drew the words out slowly, looked at Clark with knowledge in his eyes that made Clark blush and look away. “Well, that doesn’t sound like the Bruce I knew. I guess he has changed an awful lot in six years.” He looked thoughtful as his eyes searched Clark. “You were with him tonight, weren’t you?”
Clark started to apologize and Lex held his hand up.” No, I understand. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t have been. These last few days have been stressful, you needed comfort. I know all about that. I’m glad you have someone who can give it to you.” He smiled. “Someone who ‘knows what to do for you’.”
“I work with Bruce, we’re great partners together, but I want you to know from now on that’s all it is. Just work.” He headed off Lex’s protest, “No, I just don’t think I need what Bruce did for me anymore. I have something better in my life know. At least, I hope that I will. You know that’s what this is all about.” He blushed and Lex smiled.
“I love that you never lost that ability to blush. When you do you look just like…”
Clark smiled, and the smile was entirely grown up and wise. “Like that kid, hunh? Maybe you make him come alive, I hope he can do the same for you.”
Lex sat back and pushed the stack of papers into a neat pile and handed them to Clark. “I hope so. I really do.”
tbc…
I’m tired beyond all belief…
Bruce seemed pleased to see him. He kissed him when he came in the door, a warm press of lips to his cheek. He led Clark to his study and gestured for Clark to take a seat. Clark chose a low back club chair and Bruce smiled.
He came around the back of the chair and leaned over, pressed a drink into Clark’s upraised hand. “You smell good.”
Clark lowered the drink to his mouth and sipped, blushing. “Um, thanks…you…”
Bruce was in front of him now. “You look tired.” He smoothed the hair back from Clark’s forehead. “Do you want to sleep? Do you need to be anywhere soon?”
“Well, yes…” he trailed off as Bruce’s calloused fingers slid across his mouth, down his chin and across his throat. His thumb rested on the pulse point in his neck, and Clark could feel it press in a little as he swallowed. Fingers traced his collarbones and Clark gasped softly.
“ Bruce, I--” Bruce pressed his thumb into the hollow of Clark’s throat and he automatically slid lower in the chair, his knees opening. Bruce stood between them and bent over. He traced the top of Clark’s ear with the point of his tongue until Clark squirmed and then bit down—hard enough to make Clark rise up off the chair, and now, he was breathing heavier. Bruce stepped back, and trailed fingertips along Clark’s growing erection. He cupped him and Clark gasped, “Wait. I didn’t come here for this.”
“No?” Bruce asked, “Do you want me to stop?” and the warmth of his hand was gone.
Clark’s hand shot out and captured Bruce’s wrist. “No.”
“Are you sure,” he whispered and leaned closer, until his mouth was over Clark’s. When he spoke his lips just barely stroked Clark’s, sending a shiver through him.
“I’m sure….”
Clark closed his eyes as Bruce ran his hand up his inner thigh, pressed his thumb hard, as hard as he could, against a bundle of nerves there, a sensation that he’d learned for Clark was incredibly erotic …he thrust up and pushed hard against Bruce’s hand and shouted. He was completely hard, Bruce slid his zipper down, and it felt like he was unlatching it tooth by tooth, agonizingly slow, Bruce’s hand freed him and his dick thumped against his belly. He was begging Bruce—
“What do you want Clark. Tell me and I’ll do it.”
******
The dim table lamp next to the chair filled the room with shadows, on the wall two shapes twisted together, the only sound in the darkness the creak of wood, the rustle and slide of fabric and the helpless moans that escaped from Clark…
Bruce’s knees were cushioned in their clothing crumpled on the floor. He held Clark’s sweat slicked legs apart, pushed them high over his head and drank in the sound of him flying apart. Each swipe of his tongue over that whorl of tight muscle brought a new submission from Clark, each tongue thrust inward forced him to surrender and beg for more.
Bruce stood and watched Clark pant, sweat-- he grinned as he fisted his dick, slicking himself. “Are you ready for me?”
Clark nodded, looking almost frightened and Bruce laughed. Stepped between his legs and in one push slid home.
“God! Fuck!” Clark’s head ground against the chair back, his lips pulled back from his clenched teeth and he lifted into the thrust. His legs were bent almost to his chest as Bruce rested his weight on them, his hands frantically scrabbled at the arms of the chair. “Hard! Do it hard!”
Bruce nodded, braced his feet and gave Clark what he needed, no romance, no tenderness, nothing to cloud what this was, a hard, fast, no holds barred fuck.
He watched Clark, watched his dick sway against his belly, threading precome from the swollen tip to slick flesh with each contact, he was slippery with sweat and lube, and he was beautiful, gleaming like marble in the low light….
Bruce leaned back to watch his dick disappear inside him with each push; he reached down to circle his fingers around the thinned rim of muscle clutching him, releasing him reluctantly. The slide of flesh against flesh overtook the distance he tried to keep between them, his body vibrated with the need to come---a few swift pulls of his hand over Clark’s dick sent him into release with a strangled shout and the furnace that Bruce was buried in squeezed down around him, pulled him into his own release.
Coming, he felt completely alive, on fire, every part of him aware as he emptied himself into the nearly invincible, almost god-like being who was writhing and moaning and pleading with him… so much power, control given over so freely and completely, all to him-- the thought propelled him violently through his orgasm.
******
Clark was waiting for Bruce to come back to the study. He was still feeling warm and relaxed, he was showered and re-dressed. He was still a little damp, his clothes clung to wet spots on his skin here and there. Bruce walked in with a tray and pushed the door to the den shut with his foot.
“Coffee?”
Clark nodded and took a cup off the tray gratefully. “Thanks.” He gulped down a few mouthfuls before dropping it back on the tray. “Bruce—I’ve got Lex staying with me right now.”
Bruce set the tray on a table, drew a chair around to it and sat, very methodical movements, very careful. He raised an eyebrow at Clark. “Really…why?” He waited for an answer, a little smile on his lips, a look of polite interest on his face.
“Because I’m trying to make his life better. I want to help him.”
Bruce leaned back in his chair and folded his hands on the table. “I see.”
“You know Bruce, I came here to ask you for your help with a problem I have but—I’ve been thinking about something you told me a while ago, something that doesn’t make sense to me now….”
“Go ahead,” Bruce said.
“Lex didn’t send that tape to you.”
Bruce didn’t waste time acting as if he had no idea what Clark was talking about. “He did, he sent the tape and a note--”
“Stop it. You know it wasn’t Lex.”
“Well, it could have been Lucas but it didn’t matter, it was plain that Lex wasn’t protesting…”
Clark interrupted. “I think that you knew it was Lucas all along. I think you lied to me. I know you didn’t do it to hurt me, it was just some twisted way you had of protecting me. Like the way you comfort me,” he snarled.
Bruce cut in “—you know Lex is an active participant. You can see in his face when they’re fucking, he loves it!”
Clark was silent and Bruce misinterpreted his silence, asked, “It’s true, isn’t it?”
“I *never* watched—you *watched* them?”
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you never looked--” Bruce coughed out a strained chuckle. “No. Of course not. You never did, did you? You always turned away, I’ll bet—anything but that.”
“But you did! And when you thought I might not hate him so much anymore you created a reason why I should. You lied to me!”
“Lex is going to drown and pull you under with him. Without him you’re more focused, a better weapon. With him, there are too many issues muddying the water, your energies would be divided.”
“So you protected me from him, in order to create a better weapon…Bruce—there’s not much difference between what you tried to do and what Lucas did.” Clark suddenly went quiet and when he didn’t speak, Bruce continued.
“You’re wrong. I helped you, I trained you, worked with you, I did everything I promised your parents I would do, and I didn’t do anything you didn’t want. Ever.”
“It might be true, Bruce. But I didn’t know what to ask for until you showed me what it was.”
“Can we let this go? We need to work together. I’m sorry—what I did was out of line perhaps, probably stupid--but you *can* trust me. I promise, I won’t shade the truth with you again.”
“Bruce, the cities need us. The world needs us.” Clark drug his hands through his hair and sighed. “And I do trust you--for the *job* I trust you completely I trust you with my life—no one else has that from me. But you and I? On a personal level? I‘ll have to think about that.”
******
Clark replayed the scene again and again as he drove back towards Smallville. He was angry. He was angry enough to scream but he was already fighting to put it behind him. He’d had enough of living a life ruled by anger.
The calm Superman affected was hard won and cultivated—Clark had a temper, one that he kept a very tight leash on. He could feel it slipping, just like it’d slipped that night in Metropolis, when he’d first donned the costume and taken his first flight around the city—his city.
He hadn’t felt shame then, he felt deep shame now. He remembered the look of hope on Lex’s face, and how quickly it became a resigned kind of sorrow…he had his fill of hatred and grudges and he had no interest in carrying that on with Bruce. Just at this moment, he needed distance from him.
He left the car parked in the barn, and flew back to the Artic….
Lex wasn’t in bed when Clark returned to the fortress; he was in the library, sitting at a table, and writing something on a pile of notes in front of him. He looked up and smiled when Clark came in.
“Hey, you’re back. Good. I’ve been trying to remember everything Lucas said about the projects he was working on for the military. Have you or Batman looked into it yet?”
“Yes and no—we haven’t gone into the factory yet, but Bruce is keeping track of the materials arriving there, some of them are coming from Wayne Industries…
He trailed off and stared at Lex until Lex asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Bruce has a tape of you and Lucas, together… did you send it?”
“Tape? Of Lucas…God, I’d never do that. Is that what he told you—why would he tell you something like that? I never sent Bruce a tape—when he refused my calls and wouldn’t see me, I dropped it. It hurt me a lot, I won’t lie. Bruce was always special to me.” he stopped and looked into Clark’s face. “I know he knew what was happening, but I kind of thought if anyone understood it would be Bruce. No. It wasn’t me and Bruce should have known immediately that it was Lucas. Trying to separate me from anyone who might influence me.”
Clark nodded.“Yeah. Well, Bruce has…changed some in the last six years.”
Lex looked at him and said, “You’ve been with Bruce haven’t you? As lovers, or…”
Clark laughed. “Or, I suppose. Less than lovers, more than friends? I don’t know how to put it. Bruce makes things easier. He knows what to do for me.”
Lex cocked his head and looked Clark over. “Does he?” he drew the words out slowly, looked at Clark with knowledge in his eyes that made Clark blush and look away. “Well, that doesn’t sound like the Bruce I knew. I guess he has changed an awful lot in six years.” He looked thoughtful as his eyes searched Clark. “You were with him tonight, weren’t you?”
Clark started to apologize and Lex held his hand up.” No, I understand. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t have been. These last few days have been stressful, you needed comfort. I know all about that. I’m glad you have someone who can give it to you.” He smiled. “Someone who ‘knows what to do for you’.”
“I work with Bruce, we’re great partners together, but I want you to know from now on that’s all it is. Just work.” He headed off Lex’s protest, “No, I just don’t think I need what Bruce did for me anymore. I have something better in my life know. At least, I hope that I will. You know that’s what this is all about.” He blushed and Lex smiled.
“I love that you never lost that ability to blush. When you do you look just like…”
Clark smiled, and the smile was entirely grown up and wise. “Like that kid, hunh? Maybe you make him come alive, I hope he can do the same for you.”
Lex sat back and pushed the stack of papers into a neat pile and handed them to Clark. “I hope so. I really do.”
tbc…
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11/4/05 01:23 pm (UTC)Oh, sweet boys!
Heh.
And, you know, hot sex. :)
*bounce*
Yay!
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11/4/05 04:36 pm (UTC)Sex!
And boys! *grin*