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Something was off about Clark, his best friend is good at hiding it but Bruce notices anyway. He expects Clark to come talk to him when he’s ready but after nearly four months of silence Bruce is done waiting. So after a meeting he corners Clark and asks him to come over. Clark readily agrees.
When Bruce arrives at the manor, Clark is already there, nursing a glass of whiskey, “I don’t know why you drink at all, it doesn’t do anything for you.”
“I like the taste. But if you happen to have a red sun lamp lying around, I’m ready to forget the past few months for a night.”
“Then we should switch to tequila.” Bruce tells him as he pours a glass for himself, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Clark sighs, “Lois broke up with me.” Bruce tries to hide his shock but isn’t entirely successful because Clark chuckles, “I can’t say I expected it but I can’t fault her. We’re still friends, but for now we both need some time.”
Bruce blinks, “I always thought you guys were the forever kind of love.”
“Yeah me too.” Clark says as he holds up his glass in mock cheers.
“Can I ask why?”
“She found out I’m an actual alien.”
Bruce frowns, “I don’t understand, she knows you’re from Krypton.”
“We, uh, had sex for the first time. Or we tried.”
“The first .. Clark, you’ve been together for nearly a year? How did .. what?”
Clark chuckles dryly and takes a deep breath, “So Lois never actually saw me naked and I never let her touch me below the belt. We always fooled around in the dark or under the covers. It was enough, for me at least, but Lois started to get worried that it wasn’t satisfying for me. So she convinced me to go all the way. It started out great but then when she got a good look at my ..” he gestures his hand over his pelvis, “She freaked out, hyperventilating, making all the excuses and then she burst out crying. She told me she never fully realised because I look so human, and to give her some time. So I did. But then a week later she came over and told me she would never be able to and that I deserved someone who would love all of me.” He sighs, “Point is I was satisfied, I was more than okay with what we had going on.”
“How come you never talked about it before? Wasn’t she curious?”
“She was, it’s why we broke up.”
Bruce nods, “Okay, so you’ve never ..?”
“No Bruce and I’m okay with that. Lois was the first person I trusted enough to go all the way, to show all of me.” He sighs, “Maybe you’re right, trusting people is for suckers.”
“Clark, no, this is not on you. Lois was honest with you, because she trusts you too. You just hit a deal-breaker, now you move on.”
“I don’t think I can. I’ll just stay alone forever.” Clark says moodily.
Before Bruce can respond Clark takes off and he knows the other won’t be listening to anything he has to say right now. He sits back, he needs to talk to Lois.
*
“Figured he’d go to you to talk, I’m happy he did.” Lois says as she turns on the light in her apartment.
Bruce smiles, “I’m his best friend.”
Lois huffs, “Sure, best friend .”
Bruce places his hand on his chest, “I am shocked at the implication. He would never.”
Lois laughs again, “But you would, huh?” She pulls him up out of the chair and hugs him.
Bruce hugs her back, before stepping away and shrugging, “If he ever looked my way, I wouldn’t say no.”
“Please,” Lois says, waving the comment away, “He’d be on you in a second if he thought you wanted him. But Clark can be very oblivious. Tea?”
“Sure.” he answers and watches as she flits around the kitchen.
When she sits down across from him she sighs, “So what did he tell you?”
“That you tried sex and it was a deal-breaker for you.” Bruce tells her as he blows on his tea.
“I see.” She sips her tea, “It wasn’t the sex. That was great, we were great. I knew he was hiding something, I mean I lived with him, I knew . But I could see he was uncomfortable whenever I brought it up so I let it go. But it was always there, this piece of him that I didn’t know. It started to affect me, our relationship, so I convinced him .. And then I couldn’t handle it.”
“Handle what exactly?” Bruce asks quietly as he takes a sip of his tea.
She gives him a look, “I won’t betray his trust, you know better than that. If you want to know, ask him. But Bruce, please don’t push. I know I hurt him and that he probably feels like he can never trust anyone with this again. But you, well, he trusts you the most. Maybe even more than me. You need to be absolutely sure about pursuing this.”
Bruce scoffs, “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
Lois tilts her head and smiles at him, “Somehow I’ve always known it would be you. And he knows it too. Now, go satisfy your curiosity and bag yourself a super man.”
“Mm” Bruce sets his cup down on the table and stands up, kissing Lois softly on the cheek, “Miss Lane.”
She rolls her eyes at him, “Mr. Wayne.”
*
He doesn’t see Clark for days and it becomes clear he’s avoiding Bruce. Fed up with his best friend's behaviour he opens the balcony doors in his bedroom, “Superman, I need you.”
Within seconds Clark is floating into the room, “Really, Bruce?”
“Really, Clark?” Bruce throws back, “You come over,” he ignores the muttered ‘you made me’ “And tell me you’re struggling with something big and then hide out in your fucking fortress and ignore me for days. Because of what? I’m not Lois, I know you’re an alien, I know you. ”
Clark rolls his eyes, shakes his head, "I know you’re not Lois but what, Bruce? You want me to whip it out? Satisfy your stupid curiosity? And then what?"
Bruce doesn’t say anything, he turns away and closes his eyes. Lois was wrong. Clark wasn’t oblivious at all, he just wasn’t interested. Which was fine. It’s fine, he breathes out and turns back around, “Then nothing, I just want you to know that I’m here for you.”
Clark narrows his eyes, “No, no. That’s not what you meant at all. I know you’re here for me Bruce, you’re my best friend. You’re telling me, after all this time, that you’re finally willing to try? Just because you can’t stand not knowing?”
Bruce frowns, “What? No. Fucking hell, Clark. Look, am I curious, yes. But, for the first time in years we are both unattached and maybe I’m finally ready to see if we could be something more.”
A second later Clark is in front of him, tracing the back of his hand over Bruce’s cheekbone before tilting his head, capturing his mouth in a sweet, soft kiss. When they break apart Clark smiles at him, “Okay.”
Bruce smiles back, “Okay.” And he pulls Clark back into another kiss, deepening it immediately.
His hands trail down Clark’s broad back, caressing his sculpted ass and squeezing his hips but as he moves one of his hands to the front, Clark breaks the kiss and steps away.
"Is this because you’re different? Lois said not to push you and I won’t but Cla.."
Clark's eyes flash up in alarm, “You talked to Lois?”
“She didn’t tell me anything, just told me about the break up.” Bruce tells him, “But Clark, it's okay, I don't expect you to be the same as I am." Bruce's gaze briefly flickers down to Clark's groin, "Whatever you have down there, I'm sure we can figure it out."
“That’s what Lois thought, and look how that ended.”
“I thought we agreed that I’m not Lois?” Bruce says as he takes Clark’s hand in his, “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls Clark towards him, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Clark blinks, squeezing Bruce’s fingers, he takes a deep breath, “Yeah, okay.”
Bruce smiles and pushes Clark back towards the bed, he stops and pulls his shirt over his head. He looks at Clark who rolls his eyes but takes his own shirt off. Bruce smirks, kicks off his shoes and drags his socks off on the carpet before dropping his trousers and boxer shorts in one go, leaving him naked.
Clark drops his trousers but hesitates to drop his boxers, so Bruce decides to ease him into being naked together. He grabs Clark’s hand and kisses the palm before he lets himself fall back onto the bed, pulling Clark down with him. Clark catches his weight with his left hand, holding himself up over Bruce. So Bruce wraps his legs around Clark’s waist and yanks him off balance. Clark’s arm buckles and Bruce catches him with a hand on his chest and one on his cheek. He leans in and captures Clark’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss. He can feel Clark’s cock against his own, despite their earlier conversation it feels absolutely normal. Clark’s fingers are trailing down his side, squeezing his hip before they wrap around his cock, stroking up and down in one fluid motion.
Bruce arches into the tight grip, enjoying the feeling for a moment before he places his hand around Clark’s wrist, stopping his movement, "Clark, let me see you, all of you.” He lifts his hand, cupping Clark’s cheek, drawing him into a short, soft kiss, "You’ve got nothing that’s going to scare me off. I’m Batman."
Clark snorts but sits back, sighing, "Remember you asked for this."
“You don’t have to, we can work up to it.” Bruce tells him gently.
Clark shakes his head and stands up, “I trust you.” He says as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Bruce sees Clark’s fingers hesitate for a second before he slides his boxer shorts down.
Bruce glances at Clark’s cock, but he doesn’t see anything unusual right away. He looks up at Clark, who still has his eyes shut tight.
“Hey.” But Clark doesn’t open his eyes. Bruce sits up and grabs his hand, “Hey, look at me,” Clark shakes his head and refuses to look at him. Bruce squeezes his hand, “Please?”
Clark finally opens his eyes, Bruce smiles at him before he glances down again. He tugs Clark towards the bed, from his second glance he still can’t see any major differences.
When Clark notices his stare, he flushes bright red. Bruce looks up again, catching Clark’s eyes, "Can I touch you?" Clark hesitates but nods. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable, so tell me if it’s too much, okay?"
Clark makes a sound in the back of his throat, “I’m not going to be comfortable anytime soon, Bruce. But I’m still here, aren’t I?”
Bruce smiles and places his hands on Clark’s thighs, sliding them up until he can rest his palms on his hips. He tugs again and Clark steps in, parting his thighs a little more.
Up close Bruce can see Clark’s cock is definitely different. It’s thick, curved up with several raised veins twisting up from the base to the glistening head. He reaches out and traces one of the blood red ridges with the tip of his finger. He gasps when it immediately comes loose and wraps itself around his finger, “Woah!”
Bruce realises it’s not really a vein but more like a tendril and he watches in wonder as the remaining three tendrils come loose as well, and twine around his hand. He blinks, they seem to get longer and thicker as they stretch around his fingers. One of them wraps around his wrist, holding him in place, "Fucking hell, Clark, this is amazing. Can you control them? What are they for?” he touches the shaft, “Does this do anything special? Or .. and where do these go when you fuck?” he asks as he caresses one of the tendrils, he trails off when he hears Clark choke out a laugh above him.
“Damn it Bruce, every time I think you ca ..” He shakes his head, “I can sort of control them but they have a mind of their own. They .. uh .. Well, they’re for holding on? At least that’s what the data tells me.”
“Hmm” Bruce twists his wrist, the tendrils twist along, not letting go, he pulls his hand away but the tendrils pulse and pull him back. They are ridiculously strong and Bruce suspects ‘holding on’ actually means ‘keep in place’. He watches a drop of iridescent liquid slip down Clark’s cock, he really wants to taste it. He tilts his head up and licks his lips, shivering when Clark’s eyes darken, “Can I?”
"You mean you still want to? Even after seeing .." Clark asks, gesturing to his cock.
“Yes, Clark. Remind me to show you Bad Dragon later, okay?” He tugs at his hand and now the tendrils let go, curling back around the base of Clark’s cock. He leans in, hands on Clark’s thighs, and takes the head of his cock in his mouth, tonguing the leaking slit. Above him Clark groans and he folds his tongue letting the cock slide to the back of his throat. Two hands slip into his hair and Bruce relishes the noises Clark makes as he swallows around the head. Bruce hollows his cheeks as he pulls back, groaning when he feels something slide across his cheek. He sinks forward again, the tendrils slip around his head, keeping him in place as Clark’s hips involuntary jerk. Bruce chokes around Clark’s cock, his eyes water.
“Oh god, Bruce, I’m sorry!” Clark sounds wrecked as he pulls back.
Bruce coughs and sucks in a breath, one of the tendrils caresses his cheek, “It’s fine. Come here.”
Bruce takes Clark’s hand and shifts back further onto the bed. Clark follows him, kneeling before him looking unsure, Bruce spreads his legs, “Listen to me, I think we’ve established I’m very much into this, into you, so please fuck me. I want you to.”
Clark groans but he leans in, capturing Bruce's mouth in an aggressive but oddly sweet kiss. They break apart several minutes later and Clark looks at him, “Okay.”
Bruce hands him a tube of lube and Clark raises his brows. Bruce smirks, “I knew we’d get here eventually.”
“Of course you did.” Clark murmurs against his mouth.
Bruce loses himself in the kiss, he comes back to himself the moment Clark’s slick finger presses against the rim of his hole. Something wriggles against his thigh, then he feels the same movement against his other thigh and he shudders in anticipation. Clark takes his mouth again as he pushes in a second finger. Bruce starts pushing back, he’s more than ready and he needs Clark to get on with it. Clark seems to understand because he pulls his fingers out and pours more lube onto the palm of his hand. Bruce watches as he slicks up his cock, he gasps as he’s pulled up into Clark’s lap. Clark grins at him as he positions his cock and keeps himself perfectly still. Bruce shivers as he feels the tendrils tighten around his legs, slowly dragging him onto Clark’s cock. He feels impossible large and Bruce tries not to squirm. Clark bottoms out without using his hands. He wraps his legs around Clarks waist just as he pulls back. Clark slams in again, setting a rhythm that’s too hard, too fast but so, so good.
Bruce tries to shift but his legs are held in a tight grip by at least two tendrils, all he can do is brace himself against the headboard. His cock is twitching against his stomach and he’s desperate for more friction. He freezes when he feels something hot and slick brush over his balls. It slips lower and Clark slows down enough for the tendril to nudge against his rim. It slips inside with the next thrust, stretching him out further, “Oh fuck.” He mutters as the burst of pain mixes with the intense pleasure.
When Clark pulls out again, the tendril is twisted tightly around his cock, giving his next thrusts an extra that has Bruce writhing in pleasure. He groans loudly as he feels another tendril slipping in besides Clark’s cock. He arches off the bed as it finds his prostate and rubs against it relentlessly. Clark is pushing in harder and Bruce clenches up when he feels a tendril slide over his balls. It twists around his cock squeezing and Bruce mewls into the blankets beneath him as a flare of white hot pleasure explodes into a million sparks. His vision whites out for a second and he barely notices as Clark turns him over. He groans as Clark pulls him up onto his knees and slides back in, he braces himself on his forearms as Clark starts thrusting again, hard and deep.
Clark’s hands tighten on Bruce’s hips and he drags him up, forcing his legs wider. The new angle lets Clark push in deeper. His thrusts have slowed down now and Bruce starts clenching down every time Clark pulls out, "Bruce. Fuck." Clark growls at him and Bruce pushes back on his next thrust. Clark stills and presses in deep as he comes hard.
After a few minutes Clark pulls him up and Bruce turns his head so he can kiss him.
“You are something else, Bruce.” Clark tells him softly, stealing another kiss.
Eventually they break apart and Clark slowly lifts Bruce up. Bruce shivers as he feels Clark’s cum leak out of him. The next moment he groans because a slick, slippery tendril is pushing the cum back in, slipping inside and brushing against his prostate, making him clench up.
Bruce suddenly realises what the tendrils were probably for, “I’m thinking Krytonians were very set on procreation, huh?”
Clark huffs out a laugh, “You think so?” He says as he caresses the tendril looped around Bruce’s cock, “It would be nice though.” He continues as he trails his fingers up over Bruce’s belly. After a few moments Clark shifts them, laying down behind Bruce and pulls him in close.
The moment Bruce relaxes, the tendril rubs against his prostate so he clenches up involuntarily. Something hot flares through him and Bruce stills, “I want access to your data.”
“I can’t get you pregnant, Bruce.” Clark says and Bruce can hear the smile in his voice. He frowns, opens his mouth but is silenced by Clark pinching his side, “Turn off your big detective brains and nap with me, we’ll figure the rest out later.”
Fin
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