puberty seem to take a hold on them, both Clark and Bruce, and it held on tight. so tight it felt like Bruce couldn't breathe. the heat didn't help either.
summer seemed to pass over the first few months of school, and Bruce predicted a winter vacation soon afterward. he wished it would come soon, since the pulsing heat pressed against his pent-up urges and the sleepless nights sitting by the phone, Clark's voice vibrated against his ear, laughs and mutters shared; only the icy cold wind produced through winter season could cool him down.
and the constant alarm ringing in his ear every morning didn't help much either. not that Clark had to deal with that, Bruce having to jog down to his house every morning to wake him up and all.
Bruce waves to Ma Kent, who cordially does the same. summer must be nice for the farmer's wife, Bruce assumes. mating season must be crazy. not just with the animals either, Bruce dares to say; too wussy to spit out.
he knocks on the door. once. twice. five more times. there's a clutter; crash inside. "rise and shine,"Bruce calls, hand gripped on the doorknob. he hears the sheets rustle, the drawers fly open and there's tumbles and thuds. "mornin' mornin',"Clark greets from inside, voice shaky.
"you overslept, didn't you?" there's a silence and then another thud. "n-no." "god, you're bad at lying." click, the door opens and Bruce backs up, a bit startled.
"maybe i'd have more time to sleep if you didn't keep texting me. honestly, how DO you stay up till twelve and wake up six on the dot all fresh and clean like that?" Bruce only half-listens, his eyes wander from Clark's messy room to Clark; still in his boxers and chest bare, heaving as he breathes and Bruce holds himself back to spread his hand over it. "discipline,"he mumbles.
then it comes. Clark suddenly leans in, most probably wanting to chuckle or mutter something rude he wont want his Ma to hear, but Bruce jumps and steps a bit too far; grabbing the doorknob and BAM; door shut.
he's sweating. he's fucking sweating. he's seen Clark shirtless a million times before but now. now the space was small between them, details more defined by morning light and the heat. the fucking heat. "Bruce? You okay?" breathe, he says to himself. breathe.
"get dressed, Supey,"Bruce barks and leans against the wall. "you're late."
he is, that's a fact. they're both running now -well, not RUNNING, more like jogging really. want to be quick but still want to make time to chat. even if it was simple chatter; Clark liked it and Bruce is stubborn to admit he liked it too.
"aren't you going uptown today?"Clark straightens his tie. "yea, so?"Bruce pulls his hands out of his pockets, pulling on Clark's sleeve to direct him this way. "then why are you hanging with me now? shouldn't you pack your stuff, or could it be,"he leans a little, pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "that you really wanted to see me?" Bruce scoffs, hand rustles the farmer's son's hair. "in your dreams, ET."
Diana does the same by the school gates, and Clark groans. "you're late." "yea, i know,"he glances at Bruce who wavers a little. should he leave? probably..no? yea? he's moving along anyway.
"see you later, Bruce,"Clark calls and so they wave and once he's out of sight, he presses his hand on his forehead. it's hot. fuck this heat. in the ass.
"your wife seems jumpy,"Diana teases, finger pokes his shoulder as they walk up the stairs. "you're such a bad husband. honestly." Clark throws a smirk. "real funny; but true. i don't know what's up with him,"Clark wipes his forehead with his thumb. "it's been getting real hot lately. maybe he has a fever."