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- 1-A night at Wayne Mansion
- 1
The nights in Wayne Mansion were usually quiet, and this one
was turning out to be so, so long� at least that was the way it felt to Clark.
Stressed out by the events of the past couple of weeks and waiting for the
results of the tests that Bruce had so generously arranged to be carried out,
the maturing Kryptonian had taken to hanging around the older hero�s place.
With the latest season of solar flares setting his powers on
the fritz, Clark's options seemed to have dwindled seriously, flying was out of
the question, he didn�t dare run anywhere far in case his speed failed and he
couldn�t get back again, and he most certainly didn�t want just anyone catching
him in the middle of doing something freaky�

Which leaves me stuck here for
the duration� If you could call being given free run of a luxury mansion,
with surround sound TV and every computer game you could think of, along with
Batcave and butler, �stuck�� There were a lot worse places he could have been,
and Clark knew it, even so he was starting to get �cabin fever�.
"Clark?" A deep voice
from the door reminded Clark that he was not all alone in this, despite what he
might occasionally feel.
"Sorry," The apology
was automatic, as was the careful stretch to relieve muscles left tight and
aching by sitting around brooding for most of the day and night. Clark wasn�t
used to not being outdoors and active.
"Sore?" Bruce guessed.
"A little," The younger
man admitted.
"What you need is a back
massage." His friend suggested casually.
"A what?" Never having
had the opportunity to try anything as exotic as a massage, Clark wasn�t quite
sure about the etiquette of such things; though it did sound tempting, and his
back was rather unhappy with him right now.
"Then we shall have to do
something about that, shan't we?" Bruce smiled patiently as Clark
explained his concerns. "All you have to do is lie there, and not stress,�
He said in his usual reassuring manner, �Can you do that?"
"I don�t know�" Clark
wasn�t sure. "I'm not used to having anyone else touch me, and certainly
not, uhm, unclothed," He added in for good measure.
"Well, it doesn�t have to be
naked," Bruce didn�t seem upset about Clark being such a nuisance as to
need something else from the very busy man, and although they both knew that
the older hero would never shy away from using the word 'naked', Bruce
tactfully made no comment at Clark's instinctive blush at the term. "But I
hope that you don�t consider me 'just anyone' by now?" He asked wryly.
"Uh, no, I guess not�"
Clark tried for positive, even if it didn�t quite come out that way.
"Go in and lie on the couch,
Clark," The older man opened a door that Clark hadn't noticed before; or
if he had, he'd ignored it.
"What do I do?" Clark
gazed at the leather massage bench as if it might bite him.

Privately, Bruce thought his friend's momentary hesitation
quite endearing, but wasn�t about to admit anything of the sort to Clark. It
hadn't escaped Bruce's notice that, between the solar flares and normal
guy-type maturation issues, his young friend was going through a pretty tough
time lately. Clark did not need the added stress of wondering just how far he
could continue to trust his very few confidantes.
Last thing Clark needs is to
start fretting about people having designs on his chastity�� Considering how embarrassed and awkward the
younger man already was about his alien biology, if Clark started to wonder who
might be lusting after that body the self-effacing youth would probably worry
himself into a state of near-paralysis.
What Clark needs now is a
friend, JUST a friend, and you can at least give him that � even if there is no
way he's ever going to feel able to accept the other things you would like to
give him. Any and all offers of cars, clothes, or even what Bruce considered
mere pocket-change had been politely refused by the shy farm-boy. At least
Clark still seemed to be okay with accepting food on a regular basis: Bruce
didn�t know what he would have done if the younger man had objected to that �
Clark Kent on hunger strike was not something Bruce ever wanted to think about.
He�s too damned decent by
far!!
"You really don�t have to do
anything, Clark, just leave it to me," Bruce assured his guest.
"Although you will need to take off that over-shirt."
"Okay�" Hesitantly, the
younger man unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off.

The plain white t-shirt underneath was pure Clark, and so
typical of the modest farm-boy that Bruce had to bite back the inevitable grin.
There he is � the poster boy for �cute and wholesome� and he doesn�t have
the slightest clue about any of it�
"What?" Clark glanced up
at him.
Damn� Obviously he hadn't
been as successful hiding his reaction as he had supposed.
But then the guy can hear my
heartbeat, can't he? With a sigh, Bruce shrugged. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" Clark checked.
"Really nothing, or Bat-type nothing?"
Laughing at the younger man's turn of phrase, Bruce poked his
friend lightly on the shoulder. Very lightly, as Clark might just as easily be
fully invulnerable at that moment and doing that sort of thing tended to hurt
more than a bit even when Bruce was wearing the armour, let alone with
his fingers bare and therefore totally unprotected. "Clark, you worry too
much!" He told him.
"I have to," Clark
replied miserably. "If I don�t keep control of myself, then stuff happens�
stuff I don�t want to happen�"
Not the most erudite of phrasing, but normal enough for
'Clark-speak', and being who he was, Bruce got the point loud and clear.
"Weird alien-type stuff?" He guessed.
"Mmm." The younger man
nodded.
"Clark, do you honestly think
I'd hold anything against you?" Bruce asked him. For a second Clark seemed
to hesitate.
No, I must have imagined it.
But had he? Clark had looked� Actually Bruce wasn�t all that sure how best to
describe what he'd just seen. Distracted, Bruce searched for something to
describe the expression that had flickered across his young friend's face. As
he guided Clark to lie down on the couch, Bruce finally found the word he was
searching for.
Startled� He looked startled�

God! Did he notice! Please don�t
let him have noticed! The instant Clark had heard the words 'hold anything
against you' roll off Bruce's tongue; he had nearly had a heart attack on the
spot. For some reason today the �cabin fever� was choosing to manifest as
arousal, and with those words his very male friend had abruptly become the
current focus.
Even now, images floated unbidden through Clark�s head: images
of Bruce very definitely holding something against him � and with a lot less
clothing than either of them had on right now!�
Like that'll ever happen! You
are so DUMB at times, Clark! Bruce likes you, and he doesn�t mind spending time
with you - isn't that enough? You don't even know if he's interested in men in
THAT way, but you DO know how the man feels about metahumans, and aliens! You
ought to, since he's said it often enough! Meaning that there is NO way in this
universe that Bruce is EVER going to let someone like YOU get any closer to him
than he already has � so be grateful for having even this much of him!
Telling his stupid imagination very
firmly to stop tormenting him and find something else to get on with, Clark
fervently applied every single technique he could think of to quelling the
flush of heat that zeroed directly in on his groin. For a second there, it
almost seemed as if even the thought of Lionel Luthor in a tutu, with a lump of
Kryptonite and a scalpel wasn�t going to be enough to subdue Clark's unruly
hormones.
Test tubes� Clark thought
almost feverishly. Test tubes and��
Thankfully at that moment Terror managed to supplant Lust, and things
went back to something like normal; if only temporarily.
Or at least as normal as they're
going to get, seeing as we're still in the middle of sunspot season� The
chill of the surface under him was wonderful against his heated skin, so
pleasantly cool in fact that it took Clark several milliseconds, which was
usually quite a long time for Clark, before he realised what the feeling
actually meant.
OMG! The bench is cold � actually
cold! I must be very nearly human at the moment! Meaning if this goes the way
it has lately then I'm going to be stuck like this for at least the next couple
of hours, and since that's the case my aura will switch itself off too and when
Bruce touches me, I'm going to FEEL it. All of it�
Right at that moment, Clark couldn�t have said whether that
was a good thing, or a bad one, but since he was quite certain that he wasn�t
going to be able to explain one single word of that to Bruce without
chronically embarrassing himself, he was just going to have to wait and see how
this panned out.
Just keep thinking about
scalpels� and Lionel� Eeewww�

Stretching out on the flat surface, Clark slowly settled.
Running his hands over the outside of the thin shirt, Bruce absently
contemplated just how much more effective this would be if only Clark weren't
so painfully modest!
He just doesn�t know what to
expect! Not to mention that the poor kid�s chronically shy! You have to stop
being so cynical! Not everyone's lived the sort of life you have! Clark is as
untouched by that sort of thing as anyone gets.� In fact, now that Bruce thought about it, it was hard to imagine
anyone as oblivious to his own attractiveness as Clark. The brawny farm boy
seemed to have cornered the market in wide-eyed innocence, didn�t he?
And it's no act either� he
really IS like that� the genuine article��
A fact which never ceased to privately fascinate the more-worldly Bruce,
and which also tended to lead his increasingly wayward thoughts inexorably
toward matters of an increasingly intimate nature.
I tease him with it, but I
wonder if Clark IS actually still a virgin? The few conversations that the
pair had shared concerning relationships had hardly been conclusive: Clark had
confessed to a few mildly sparky moments with one or two of the girls who had
seemed to drift in and out of Clark's life, but that was as much as Bruce knew
of his youthful friend's experience.
Maybe that's as much as he's ever
had!� And wasn�t that just the most
interesting thought?
Surely Clark couldn�t be totally
untried?

�Could anyone in their twenties really be that innocent? It
was complete speculation, but the idea never ceased to send a frisson of
interest through Bruce whenever he thought about it. Which was a lot more often
than he should have thought about that particular topic, wasn�t it?
Seeing as how it's absolutely
none of my business� Bruce had a wide circle of casual and less-casual
friends, not one of whom had ever mesmerised him in the way that Clark seemed
to. Absently, Bruce pondered the inescapable fact that even his occasional
bed-mates had failed to capture his attention to the extent that this young man
had managed; and seemingly without the slightest conscious effort or intent on
Clark's part.
What would it be like to bed
him?� That thought led to a rather
unsettling discovery: No � that's not what I�d want for him� Clark deserves
more than just a crude fuck, for his first time at least...� Something so short-lived and brash was too
crass and far too wasteful for the exquisite Kryptonian youth.
If he chose to come to MY bed
I�d make love to him properly� show him how good it can be� Leave him wanting
it again and again� I couldn�t ever treat Clark like just another one-night
stand! Where Bruce might have dropped anyone else like the proverbial hot
coal after that revelation, this was Clark and somehow that made all the
difference.
God, I do WANT him like that,
don�t I? Bruce felt his palms begin to sweat; his heart rate was picking up
too: which were definitely not things he wanted Clark to notice! Nope, control
was what was needed here, and quickly!
This guy has really gotten to
me, but he mustn�t know that!

Get a grip on yourself, you
perv� he's probably straighter than a laser ruler� That being the case, if poor
Clark had the slightest inkling of what you were just thinking, he'd either
belt you one for your presumption; or run screaming into the night�
Either scenario being perfectly feasible, knowing Clark the
way Bruce already did.
Which is why it can't happen,
EVER. You can't let him know, not the slightest hint, regardless of how much
you might want to. Blue balls were one thing, but losing Clark as a friend
� that was unthinkable!
That being the case, you are
going to give your nice innocent friend an equally nice and equally innocent
massage. You are going to do anything you have to do to make Clark feel better,
and you are not going to think of benefiting yourself in the slightest while
you do it!
An inch of so of golden skin peeked from under the hem of the
softly draping t-shirt. Bruce stared at it, his heart pounding wildly in his
chest.
Aw, who am I kidding?
"Take your tee off,
Clark," Bruce encouraged his friend softly, "You're not going to get
the full benefit from this if you don�t," He decided to add a little
leverage, knowing how easy it was to guilt the younger man into things,
"If I'm going to wear myself
out and work up a sweat over this, I'd at least like to think it's going to
make a real difference."
"Gosh, sorry!" Predictably,
Clark fell for it.
Hook, line, and sinker! Good job
my motives are reasonably pure.
��
Stupid, Clark! Of course he
needs you to take your clothes off! How else is he going to do this? Pour the
oil down inside the back of your t-shirt neck and�The exotic odour of the
massage oil suddenly percolated through Clark's paranoid haze.
Mmmm! Perhaps to a human the
scent was muted, but to Clark it was as plain as day. He inhaled keenly,
consciously mapping the new aroma, adding its configuration to his mental
databank. On a more day-to-day level Clark also noted that the stuff smelt
delicious, not that unlike Bruce himself in fact.
Of course it does, Alfred
probably uses it on Bruce. So really, it's Bruce that smells of the oil, and
not the other way around. Better than smelling of that armour though! �Clark's sensory memory helpfully went into
partnership with his perfect-recall to supply the youth with an astonishingly
detailed impression of exactly what Bruce smelt like when the man removed the
Kevlar-mix after a long night of being the Batman.
Not that bad, actually� Oh�
gosh� I really shouldn�t be thinking that, should I? Normal people don�t go
around smelling their friends, do they? Especially not same-sex friends� But
regardless of the niceties, the plain fact was that Clark had plenty of reason
to know exactly how the potent mix of sweat, musk, and traces of blood, mixed
in with the underlying resinous odour of the polymers and Kevlar fibres,
combined to become �Aromatic & Delicious Essence of Batman�.
Why do I have to be so weird?
Lately, the young Kryptonian had hung around in the subterranean caves a lot,
diligently helping Bruce piece together the clues for one crime or another,
only now it seemed that Clark's good deeds were coming back to haunt him!
I just keep getting myself into
these things, don�t I?

The substantial shoulders and broad expanse of rippling back
revealed by the removal of the concealing cotton made Bruce lick suddenly dry
lips.
He's gorgeous� They did say
that the road to Hell was paved with good intentions and from this angle things
were currently looking pretty damn good to Bruce.
No! Stop it! Focus! Stop
thinking with your other head and start using the one on your shoulders!� His baser-self was already suggesting that this
might be his best chance to cop a serious feel of his young superman. With
Clark laid out before him like this, a good grope would be SO easy to achieve.
Metahuman alien or not, Clark was one person that Bruce would consider
sidestepping his usual objections over.
No way! Try and keep some
self-control, will you! This is CLARK and you're NOT going to take advantage of
him! He deserves better than that! �Slicking his hands with the oil, Bruce positioned himself beside
the massage couch and prepared to do what he was supposed to be doing.
I do get to touch him though� at
last! �How many people would
practically kill to be in this position right now? As Bruce cogitated over
that, he knew that he could count himself in that number, right at the front of
the queue too. He also accepted without a shadow of doubt that he would do
anything, anything at all, to sustain this relationship.
Even if it never gets beyond
what we have now�
"Just relax," Bruce told
his prone friend. "I�m glad you decided to let me do this for you, Clark.
I'm sure you'll enjoy it. I always do."
God, I seriously hope you do �
then you might let me do it again some time! �Which might eventually lead to what Bruce would really like to be
doing with Clark, mightn�t it?
As if�
"You have massages?"
Clark was wondering softly.
"Sure." Bruce didn�t see
any reason to hide that, "All the time. It helps me keep my muscles in
peak condition, and I need every edge I can get when I'm going out in the
armour."
"Oh," Clark evidently
digested that for a second, "I guess I never thought of it like
that," He confided, "Then I suppose it must be okay."

I know I shouldn�t be doing
this! Every time I hear Bruce speak I just feel like I have to go along with
anything he says! �It was no good
though, the man was talking again, and every deep rumble of that voice trickled
like molasses through Clark's befuddled senses, dragging him further and
further into jeopardy. He could already hear himself automatically agreeing to
co-operate with everything Bruce was proposing.
Oh, if only he would! OH. MY.
GOD! Did I just think that? Worse! I actually wanted, want, that to happen! Letting
out a long and heartfelt sigh, Clark tried frantically to make coherent,
sensible, small-talk, all the while waiting for the proverbial chasm to open
wide enough to swallow him whole�

Be okay? What was the
boy thinking? What on Earth could be worrying him now? "Clark?"
"I� I'm really not used
to having anyone touch me, Bruce," Came the hesitant response. "I'm�
a bit embarrassed about laying here like this."
"Why?" For the life of
him, Bruce couldn�t see why anyone, even Clark, would fret over a simple
massage?
Though he frets over just about
everything else, so why should this be any different? Maybe it ISN'T this at
all? Maybe it's just another of those 'Clark' things?
Any hopes Bruce might have had of that being the case were
instantly dashed by his friend's next confession.
"In case I do anything
wrong�" The younger man admitted despondently.
"What could you do
wrong?" You just had to lay there, didn�t you? Bruce�s inner cynic reared
into full snark: how could anyone, even Alien Boy here, mess that up?
"I don�t know." Clark
unleashed out another of those heart-felt sighs, "I just feel awkward at
times�"
"But you trust me?" Bruce
checked.
"Sure." At least Clark
sounded certain about THAT.
"Then there's nothing to feel
awkward about, is there?" Bruce told him, casting his own feelings and
longings aside. His friend definitely needed his help with this, and Bruce was
bound and determined now that Clark was going to get whatever it was he needed
� even if the beautiful idiot plainly had absolutely no idea of what that might
entail.
Starting with untensing him a
bit!
"Unbutton your jeans and
loosen them, will you? Otherwise we're going to get massage oil on the
waistband once I get down to the bottom of your back." Bruce requested,
"Sorry, I should have thought of it sooner," he apologised smoothly
as he waited for Clark's compliance.
"S'okay," Clark didn�t
seem bothered about accepting the explanation, and quickly lay still again,
arms stretched out slack at his sides.
��
Bruce must think I'm such a
wuss� and I am� I'd probably walk into Kryptonite for him too, just so long as
I could keep listening to that voice� But what if I do something to annoy
Bruce, or upset him? What if something freaky happens when he touches me? It
would be so easy for all this to go horribly wrong! �By now Clark was trying very hard not to
react, but those big warm hands were stroking along his bare back, touching him
where no one ever touched him, and bit by bit Clark could feel his resistance,
to the force of nature that was Bruce, gradually melting away. Unfortunately,
the panicking youth could also feel that down south, under his battered denims,
something else far less acceptable was hardening�
I knew I'd disgrace myself, I
just knew it! Now what am I going to do? I can't possibly let him find out
about that, I just can't! He already knows I'm an alien; I don�t want him
thinking that I'm a pervert too! ��While the obvious solution was to blame this squarely on the
sunspot activity, Clark knew that he could never lie to Bruce and especially
not about something like this. His current predicament had been on the cards
long before the current solar disruptions, and it had only been pure luck and a
lot of work on Clark's part that had saved him from disgracing himself before
now.
I am so TOTALLY screwed� Unfortunately,
despite the arousal now building in him, Clark was fairly sure that screwing
was one thing that was NOT likely to happen with this man - on this, or any
other, evening.
Stupid imagination! Stop
hassling me!

A few minutes into the massage and Bruce was becoming puzzled.
Initially he had felt the solidly muscled body under his hands gradually
starting to relax, but now the tension was creeping in again and it was all he
could do to even keep his hands on Clark's skin.
As if something in him were
trying to push me away? Make me keep my distance� �It was at that point that Bruce was struck by
a singularly unsettling thought.
What if I WASN�T imagining that?
Could it be his aura at work, but if so - why?
"Clark, is this hurting
you?" Bruce checked, aware of how chary Clark was of upsetting other
people and how his friend loathed feeling that he was putting anyone to any
trouble.
"�no�" The nervous
quality to the younger man's voice was worrying Bruce. Whatever Clark said,
things were far from all right.
"Then am I making you feel
uncomfortable somehow?" Bruce pressed.
"�no," Slipping sideways
and out from under Bruce's hands, Clark hastily sat up. "No� it's not you,
it's me." He drew his knees up slightly. "I'm making myself
uncomfortable, Bruce." There was a tiny tremor in his voice. Clark
probably wasn�t even aware of it, but Bruce heard it loud and clear and it tore
at him.
"I knew I would mess up, I
just knew it." Clark whispered, the very picture of abject misery.
"Clark�" Cupping a hand
under Clark's chin, Bruce gently encouraged the younger male to meet his eyes,
"What's wrong? Can't you tell me?"
Silently, Clark shook his head.
"I thought we were
friends," Bruce started to say.
"We are." The younger man
mumbled, "Only you won't be if you know�"

"If I know what?"
Frustrated, Bruce lifted the towel off Clark's denim-clad lap and started to
wipe the oil off his hands with it. The reflexive way that Clark's knee shifted
between them nagged at the older man's attention.
He's hiding something from me.
"Clark, are you in pain? Did I,"
"�no�" Clark sounded as
desolate as Bruce had ever heard anyone.
"You say that, but you don�t
look it." Bruce told him, "I'm getting worried that you're hurting
somehow, and from something I've done�" Could he have landed an awkward
blow on Clark while they were sparring earlier? He hadn't held back all the
time, and if Clark's powers had gone dead at the wrong moment the boy could be
bleeding internally! Bruce was suddenly really worried.
"I am hurting a bit,"
Clark whispered, "But it's not your fault."
"You are?" Concern flared
through Bruce. He'd known it! "Clark, you have to let me see!"
"I� can't." Came the
near-inaudible reply, as Clark hunched a little tighter.
"Can't?" God! Something
internal then? This was terrible! Clark quite plainly couldn�t even sit up
straight for the pain now!
What could I have been thinking
of? It had been sheer madness, sparring with his friend, when he knew that
Clark didn�t have the experience to defend himself properly without his powers?
He's not used to managing
without that invulnerability thing! How the hell could I be so stupid as to
risk him???

Oh great! And now he thinks that
you're hiding some sort of injury from him! You know exactly what Bruce is
like, but you just HAD to fire him up into action didn�t you? The last thing I
need right now is to be lying here while he starts prodding around me � so of
course now he's going to do his best to try! When Bruce gets something into his
head it'd take dynamite to shift it! Throat suddenly drought-dry, Clark
swallowed hard.
Once Bruce finds out what's
really wrong, then he'll never speak to me again. Either that or he'll shout at
me, explain cuttingly about exactly how perverted I am, throw me out of his
house, and THEN never speak to me again� Clark would have wept with
frustration and misery if he'd been able to, but right at that moment his
hormones were in such a ragged state that his eyes remained stubbornly dry.
I'm doomed. That's all there is
to it. Doomed. �Being in a
semi-human phase, flying was not an option. Clark would have up and run, but he
didn�t trust his legs either. Right now, his knees were doing an uncannily
accurate impression of jello.
Warm jello at that. He could
feel his aura pulsing on intermittently, only to cut out again without warning.
In fact, the only bit of Clark that seemed to be working according to
specification was the one thing that Clark desperately didn�t want working.
Which was just typical of the crap way his life seemed to be going lately,
wasn�t it? Sunspots weren�t enough; he had to have inappropriate, and entirely
unreciprocated, feelings for his very mature and worldly friend, didn�t he? He
and Bruce were only a few years apart, but it might as well have been decades.
No way would Clark ever match Bruce�s innate sophistication and casual elegance
and the farm-raised alien knew it.
Why couldn�t I have just crushed
on someone simpler? Like Chloe, or Lana? Except that he knew he never
would. Over the past few months, Clark had come to realise that his
inclinations were for quite another gender. His female friends were smart and
loyal and Clark was grateful to have their friendship, but that was all any of
them would ever be to him. The instant Clark had gotten the opportunity to get
past the first bloom of romance, let alone try anything serious, it had become
fairly apparent to all parties that the rest of the necessary chemistry simply
was not there.
Oh God, I nearly ruined my
relationships with the girls, and now I'm going to mess things up with Bruce
too! I want him SO badly that I could just curl up and die quietly in a corner�
I think I could almost manage to do THAT right. Except there's no way Bruce is
ever going to let me get away with that either, is there?
"I hate myself," Clark
whispered, "You'll hate me too, once you find out�"

"Hate you?" Bruce was
beginning to stress almost as badly as Clark by now. Clearly the important
thing was to regain the other's trust: to get the reluctant youth to open up
and talk about this, however dire. Mustering all of his patience, he forced
himself to keep his voice as level as possible. "I couldn�t hate you,
Clark."
"You say that, but you don�t
know," Clark muttered, drawing his knees up further.
"Clark!" Bruce was almost
frantic. Just how bad WAS this? He absolutely HAD to know, even if it meant
pressuring Clark into something that the youth quite obviously would have
preferred to keep unspoken. Wrapping his hand around the chiselled jaw, he
tugged on Clark, knowing that a tractor most likely couldn�t move the younger
man if Clark really didn�t want to, let alone a human arm.
When anxious eyes lifted and met his obediently, Bruce wasn�t
going to back down. "Tell me what you mean," He said firmly,
"All of it. No matter how bad you think it is. Where does it hurt?"
�� "It's
j.j.just," Clark stammered. Mortified, the exquisite youth glanced away,
cheeks flaming. Puzzled, Bruce waited. That didn�t seem like any pain reaction
he'd ever seen, then again when had he ever seen Clark be anything but
invulnerable?
Except now, of course�

I have to tell him, HAVE to!
Bruce was starting to go off the rails, and Clark knew that it was all his
fault.
OhGodOhGodOhGodHe'sgonnabeSOOOangry!
Even so, when the hand gripped him around the chin, and politely insisted that
he oblige by looking Bruce in the eyes, Clark felt compelled to comply. Only,
the expression on the other man's face wasn�t irritation so much as concern.
Gosh, he looks SO worried! Could
he actually not mind that much about me being alien, or meta? Why else would he
be THIS anxious about me? While Clark was ruminating over that conundrum,
the baritone instruction for him to tell Bruce exactly what was going on
successfully bypassed the youth's dwindling control, overran his panic circuits
and went straight for his honesty centre. Bruce had ordered him to do
something, and so Clark had to obey. Had to.
Capitulating totally, Clark took a breath and warily
unburdened himself to his friend: throwing himself on Bruce's mercy.
What mercy? Even being
invulnerable wasn�t going to save him from this one. Clark could practically
see the lead-lined box being rushed out of storage. Flustered, he could hear
himself fighting to hold the damning words back, only to discover that he was
speaking and he couldn�t do a thing about it.
Too late� far too late...

When Clark spoke again, his voice was so quiet that Bruce
almost didn�t hear the whispered words.
"Down� there� " Clark
admitted in a breathless murmur, glancing quickly toward his crotch. "I'm so
hard�"
"Oh, god," Hugging him in
pure relief, Bruce enfolded the shaking youth in his arms, "I thought it
was something bad!" Absently he ruffled the wavy hair with joyous fingers.
"Clark, this IS my fault, I should have warned you about how massage can
stimulate certain bodily reactions�"
"It can?" Miraculously
Clark made no effort to escape the embrace, only leaned his face against Bruce,
meekly accepting the offered comfort now. "You're not mad at me for being
freaky?" The worried tone was back in full force.
"Clark, you're as normal as it
gets in that respect!" Bruce rubbed soothing patterns over the younger
man's back, feeling Clark's heart pounding. "Oh God, next time, just tell
me! I thought�"
"Thought what, Bruce?"
Came the still hesitant reply.
"That I'd hurt you,"
Bruce admitted. "That somehow I'd done something to you and�" He
tried to say it, really tried. But how did you say to your very shy, very male
friend that you were worried that they didn�t like you touching them?
The voice coming from around his chest area was shaky, but
softly determined. "You didn�t hurt me," Clark insisted, �You
wouldn�t��
"But you're very
uncomfortable, aren't you?" That wasn�t a guess. The tense way Clark was
holding himself was testimony to the state that the younger male must be in.
"Uh-huh," Came the shy
admission.�
"You want me to leave you here
to deal with it?" Though of course, while Clark remained in the mansion,
they would both know what he was doing, wouldn�t they? No doubt that would
bring its own complications.
Unless he runs off into the next
State or something�

The long sigh that rippled out of Clark sent matching shivers
along Bruce's spine.
"It won't go� not for
ages�" Clark murmured, face still buried in Bruce's chest. "Whatever
I try and do, only ever makes it worse�"
"You can't just�" Bruce
tried to make it as easy as possible for his friend to discuss this.
"Bring yourself off?" It was obvious that Clark had no one else to
turn to, no one with whom he could unburden himself or talk out his concerns.
"�no�" The shy voice
whispered.
He doesn�t pleasure himself?
Ever? God� No wonder he gets tense! �How many times had Clark gone through this exact scenario, alone?
Bruce stroked his fingers through the soft silky hair, hardly believing that he
was being so privileged as to share such an intimacy with this beautiful youth.
"Clark, you do know how?
You've tried before, I mean?"
"�yeah�" Clark continued
to press tight against him, warm breath tingling over Bruce�s neck.
Of course he would have tried
it! Who wouldn�t? Which means that he's likely to be right about how long he's
going to be uncomfortable for�
"Want me to see if I can
help?" Bruce dared to ask, expecting to be pushed away along with a
horrified protest at any second. Instead, two arms slid shyly closer around his
waist.
As if he expects to get caught
doing it at any second, and told not to�

The faint, and utterly embarrassed 'Okay' had Bruce pinching
himself to check that he wasn�t dreaming. Amazingly the pain suggested that,
unlikely as this was, he was in fact not only awake but actually experiencing
this.
�� And I have
an invitation to help� Sliding one hand slowly down Clark's back, while the
other eased along the sculpted abs, Bruce wondered just how far Clark might let
him go with this?
Just how much is he prepared to
trust me? Further than I would trust me, I'll bet!
"Easy," Bruce soothed, as
Clark continued to lean against him. "Clark, if I ask you to do something
for me, will you try?"
"Yes." The reply was shy,
but ready.
"Slip your jeans down, just a
couple of inches more."
"'kay."
One firm arm loosed from Bruce�s waist and tugged at the thick
denim, while two slightly shaky legs bore the youth's weight for just long
enough to allow the material to slide down and gather around Clark's knees.
God, he's amazing, every time I
think I've figured Clark out he does something else to show me how wrong I am� �The snowy white boxers matched the image
Bruce had of his pure farm-boy so perfectly that he couldn�t help hugging Clark
just a little closer. The purpling head nudging out of the soft fabric implied
that the wearer was also designed to participate in rather less innocent
pursuits, though as far as Bruce was concerned that did not detract from
Clark's angelic qualities in the slightest.
And he is like an angel� my
angel. The nearest I'm ever likely to get to one anyway. Admiring what
little he could see, along with the pearls of fluid already adorning the tip,
Bruce had just enough time to notice that Clark was uncut, before Clark's
returning arm hid the view. Not for the first time, Bruce wished for X-Ray
vision!
Never mind, I'll get another
look soon enough.
"Shush," Bruce whispered,
pre-emptively silencing Clark's automatic urge to ask questions. This wasn�t a
time for talking. A quick flip of the oil bottle and Bruce's hands were ready
for action again.

Clark stayed still, meekly allowing Bruce to stroke down and
along his back and belly, both hands easing downwards slowly, allowing the
skittish youth time to protest anything unwanted.
Only he isn't going to, is he?
He could tear me in two with his bare hands and he's just letting me do this�
does Clark really want ME though, or is he just so desperate for any sort of
relief that it doesn�t matter to him who he's with?� It did matter to Bruce though, but either
way he wasn�t about to have anyone else taking this type of liberty with Clark,
certainly not with this particular treasure chest conveniently open right in
front of him.
"Unnhh!"
The soft whine when his fingers stroked lightly over the
swollen head of Clark's cock had Bruce gasping too, except that he was just a
little quieter about it.
Though Clark could still hear me
if he was in the other room couldn�t he? Thankfully it didn�t seem likely
that Clark would be paying attention to anything much right about then though.
Rubbing the oil into the tight skin had the glorious youth moaning shyly into
Bruce's neck.
"That's it, sweetheart,� Bruce
urged, �just sit there and enjoy it�"

After a few minutes, Bruce decided to up the ante. Clark
didn�t seem to object in the slightest to the next whispered instruction any
more than the last. Both jeans and socks were instantly shucked in one hurried
move, leaving the exquisite youth sitting there almost-naked on the leather
couch.
Nearly� don�t want to spook him
now�� The boxers Bruce dealt with
himself, tenderly unwrapping Clark with a reverence usually afforded to only
the most special gifts; although this was certainly the most breathtaking
discovery Bruce could ever recall making.
God, he is so utterly beautiful�
Subtly, Bruce admired the readily apparent attractions of a Kryptonian
body; along with the less obvious advantages.
Handy thing his being able to
float like that, certainly does away with all that unbalanced fumbling while
trouser-shedding� Maybe that's why he always seems so graceful? Now, how to
make this really good for him? Decided, Bruce got to work.

Bruce�s tongue questing over a hardening nipple had Clark
crying aloud, cock jerking in Bruce's hand.
"Easy, babe�� Bruce licked
again, sucking gently for good measure, �Mmmm."
"Oh�" Clark arched his
back, unwittingly granting even greater access.
So sensitive�
"Mmmm." Bruce approved of
the way the tight nubs begged for his attention, but perhaps not as much as he
was enjoying the sounds that were finding their way out of Clark's mouth?
"Bruce� please� Bruce,
please�. Oh please�"
Fingers slick with massage oil and Clark's own pre-cum moved
freely over the turgid shaft, dipping to caress balls and further. The hand
behind Clark was so nearly in position now that Bruce found himself salivating
with desire. Kissing his Kryptonian into breathless acquiescence, Bruce slid
his fingertip over the tiny pucker, patiently investigating the topography.
Clark groaned low in his throat, sending vibrations through
Bruce too.
"More?" Bruce asked for
permission.
"M.m.more." The younger
man readily agreed.

From the reactions he was now getting, along with the slightly
yielding quality of the well-muscled flesh under his hands, Clark was currently
well into one of his more human phases, which hopefully meant that Bruce was in
no danger of getting any bones crushed if his younger partner lost that last
vestige of control - as Bruce rather hoped might be the case if he was allowed
to carry off everything that he had in mind.
If he's still thinking about
what he's doing by that point, rather than what I'm doing TO him, then I'll
count that as a definite fail�
"Relax," Bruce whispered,
licking along Clark's ear and loving the effect that it had on his
inexperienced friend.
Now� Slipping the tip of his
finger inside the welcoming entrance, Bruce pressed his lips to Clark's,
swallowing the cry that tore out of Clark.
Clark would have come there and then, had Bruce not
anticipated that, and gently eased the younger man's balls just enough away
from his body to delay the moment.
"Not yet," He murmured,
letting his breath wash over the shell of a sensitive ear. "Not until I
fuck you�"
"Fuck me?" Clark echoed
weakly. "Oh, god, Bruce� fuck me� please fuck me�" He repeated
earnestly; as if, once heard, it was all he could think of.
"Patience," Bruce gentled
his frantic darling. "I want to taste you first�"
"Oh� god�" Clark was so
aroused that he could barely move, let alone speak, but when Bruce encouraged
him to kneel on the bench, the exquisite body complied with every feathered
touch.

"Yes, that's it, that's just
perfect," Bruce approved, leaning forward and taking the tip of Clark's
leaking erection into his mouth. Sweetly musky with just a hint of salt, the
taste was pure seduction, and Bruce suckled eagerly, taking his fill of fresh
Essence of Clark. A long lick from root to tip had Clark whimpering in need,
and Bruce took pity on the straining youth.
"Nearly," He whispered,
sharing the taste of Clark's pre-cum with his writhing partner. "Just a
little longer."
Guiding Clark into place, head down, backside raised, Bruce
licked his lips in anticipation, before slowly running his tongue along the
never-before explored furrow between Clark's pert buttocks. The wavering cry
that tore out of Clark's throat was pure desire. ��
�� No doubt
at all that he wants this, wants me�
"Lovely�" Bruce reassured
his trembling 'victim'. "You're so beautiful, Clark, but I don�t want to
rush this, I want you to enjoy it as much as I do, as much as anyone could
possibly enjoy anything�"
Whimpering, Clark arched his back, mutely imploring Bruce to
go further, to touch deeper.
"You taste so good,"
Bruce assured the shuddering youth, "so very good." Licking a broad
stripe from the softly crinkled ball-sack up to the winking hole, he indulged
himself fully, eliciting pants of sheer desperation from his more-than-willing
partner. A soft prod from the tip of his tongue gained him instant access along
with a low wail, but it was the long, wet, slurping licks that looked set to
send his partner absolutely crazy. Arching his back, Clark panted and
whimpered, baring himself willingly for more, and more.
Bruce knew the stimulation was likely to prove too much, but
even so he couldn�t resist the impassioned gasps that tore from his partner.
Who knew that, once aroused, his shy farmboy would be so noisy? Two more licks,
three, and Clark was coming, hard.

"So hard, Clark, and right in
my hand," Secretly Bruce smiled at the shudder of delight that ran through
his youthful partner. Despite what Clark seemed to think, Bruce was perfectly
well aware of the usual reaction that the younger man had to hearing his voice,
and so he employed it to the utmost advantage over the helpless youth.
"Naughty Clark, you were told
not to come, weren't you?" Bruce smirked, painting vaguely artistic smears
over Clark's broad chest as the younger man recovered from the aftermath of
what had to have been a nearly mind-blowing orgasm. It was pleasing to have
proof that you really were irresistible� even if part of that was
largely attributable to Clark's lack of experience�
"Please, I couldn�t help
it�" Clark panted. "That was� it was� so amazing!"
"I know," Bruce licked
his fingers, sampling the taste of his youthful lover. "I know, Clark, but
you're going to have to make it up to me,"
"Make it up to you?"
Clark asked, the eyes that gazed up into Bruce's shimmered with red light.

"Clark?" For a second,
Bruce wondered if he hadn't gone just that little bit TOO far? Domination games
were one thing, but if Clark didn�t know when not to take it too seriously then
Bruce could be in big trouble here. Heat vision wasn�t something he wanted to
play around with.
"Eyes, huh?" Gazing at
Bruce, Clark flushed from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck.
"That happens when I get excited too�"
"Or too excited?" Bruce
guessed, making a small joke of it.
The shaky nod told him that he was right.
"I nearly set the school on
fire during sex-ed�" Clark admitted warily.
"Hmm, well, we don�t need a
repeat of that here, do we?" Bruce decided as Clark flushed even more
hotly. "Does keeping your eyes shut hold it in?"
"Yeah," Clark nodded. ��
"Okay then, we have a working
solution," Bruce whispered, nipping lightly along Clark's neck "So
close those ruby-reds, and let me finish getting you ready to be fucked�"
"Anything you want,"
Clark sighed happily, eyes squeezed tight.
"And if what I want is
YOU?" Bruce finally plucked up the nerve to ask. �All of you?�
"I'm yours already," Came
the soft reply. "If� if you want me?"
How could ANYONE not want him?
��
Clark felt like he was floating. He was fairly sure he wasn�t,
but on principle he kept firm hold of the edge of the couch, just in case he
actually took off. That sort of falling was not something he wanted to try
right now, and never with Bruce; not only would Bruce most likely not bounce as
well as Clark usually did but it would also be mortally embarrassing� And Bruce
would take great pleasure in reminding Clark of that, at every possible
opportunity. Thinking of pleasure, this was amazing!
"Okay?" Bruce was asking.
It really wasn�t fair, the regular nudges to his prostate were
turning Clark's brain off every few seconds, and by the time he'd
re-orientated, it was happening all over again, and now Bruce was expecting him
to get enough control to talk? Clark was proud of the reasonably coherent
"Mmmm!", which was managed only through sheer superhuman effort, but
the next wave of pleasure was already building, and apart from laying there and
holding on while Bruce very pleasurably and efficiently ravaged him, Clark
really wasn�t up to doing anything more demanding right now. Even breathing was
proving to be surprisingly difficult. He was going to have to work up to
anything more, especially something as sophisticated as co-ordinating his vocal
cords and his mouth. Maybe it got easier with practice?
After all, HE'S very good at it�
The surprise of being able to fit seven coherent words together, even if it was
in his head, sent Clark into another off-line moment.

"Clark?" Bruce's deep
voice rumbling past his ear successfully snagged his flickering attention.
"Bruce�" Clark found the
word forming almost without conscious control. "More�"
The chuckle in the other man's voice tingled through him.
"Oh, babe, you must be far
gone! Not even a 'please'?" Bruce panted.
"Mmm," Too blissed-out to
be the slightest bit bothered about the lack of manners, Clark arched his spine
and pressed back against the man behind him, taking the invading shaft in all
the way. That was SO good!
"OhGodOhGodOhGodOh�
fuu-uuck!" Not only was he saying that out loud, practically shouting it
in fact, but, for the second time in a relatively short while, Clark was
coming, and if the way Bruce was gripping him was any indication, then he was
taking his partner along for the ride. The long deep thrust, low groan, and blissful
wet heat filling him suggested that just for once, Bruce wasn�t going to be
unhappy about being dragged along after Clark�

"Never thought I'd hear you
say 'fuck', Clark�" Bruce grinned at him from a few inches away. "I did
hear you say it, didn�t I?"
Feeling himself practically bathing in warm blue sent a happy
tingle running through Clark. This was better than sunshine! "I
think," He summoned up all his courage, "That you'll be hearing me
say it again," He replied, trying to sound as serious and mature as he
possibly could.
"You think that, do you?"
A trace of amusement sparked in that cerulean gaze as Bruce continued to look
at Clark.
"Yes." Clark told him.
"In the near future. Ideally again tonight."
"Bossy," Bruce didn�t
seem to mind. Clark checked, finding the other man�s heart beating a little
fast, but there could be any number of reasons for that, including the effort
of balancing two large bodies on a couch made for one.
Next round, we are definitely
going to use a proper bed� A quick flick of 'extra-vision' showed that
Bruce would shortly be ready for that. Which was good because, despite his lack
of experience, Clark was a quick learner, and already had a few ideas of what
he was going to do with his billionaire.
Mine?

For a few seconds Clark wondered if this was some sort of
weird alien 'going-into-season' or 'mating-for-life' type thing, but then
decided that it wasn�t.
I'm just horny, and now that
I've found someone who wants to have sex with me and is so good at it, it's
only natural that I'd want to make up for lost time, and I certainly don�t want
to do it by myself � even if it turns out to work any better for me now I've
managed to actually climax a couple of times with Bruce. Plus I really, really
like Bruce, and I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel.
Having assuaged the very last of his inner doubts, Clark prepared to devote
himself to doing exactly that.
"Bossy?" Processing the
last comment, Clark raised an eyebrow. "If I said that I want to pleasure
you," Despite what he'd just told Bruce, he found himself quite unable to
utter the 'f' word now that the heat of that particular moment had passed,
"Until you scream for me," He persisted, "Are you going to
complain, or let me do it?"
"So you'll let me scream, but
you won�t let me moan as well?" Bruce countered saucily.
Clark felt the skin on his face practically glow as he
automatically visualised that.
��
�� "Could
get hard to tell the difference, couldn�t it?" Bruce winked at Clark,
delighting in having created the heated blush now dusting the other man's face.
"Tell you what, let's give it a try, and we can find out how good a
student you really are?"

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