The heat they that started to make began to fill the room as their tongues lashed out at each other. Even though they both may have been forceful from the start, it didn't take very long for Bruce to settle comfortably under Clark's strength. The Billionaire gave a slight moan as his grip around Clark's neck tightened so that he wouldn't fall. The two bodies floated their way over to the small twin-sized bed where Clark let Bruce drop onto down onto his back. The bed bounced slightly as the old springs squeaked underneath the sudden weight. Bruce smiled as he looked up to his boyfriend, who was still hovering just above him and out of reach. Clark then lowered himself down just enough to give Bruce another kiss as he slipped his hands under the bottom front end of the man's red sweater.

After moving his arms above his head, Bruce then grabbed the black wooden headboard. He then arched his back to give Clark all the room that was needed in order to remove the expensive Christmas clothing. After looking around the room as he waited to be undressed, Bruce suddenly felt like some teenager who had visited their boyfriend's house to do something dirty while the parents were only just downstairs. Sadly, Bruce never got a chance to actually do something like this as a teenager. He was off in some mountain, training for one thing or another at the time. No, sorry. Correction, he was in jail at the time off the coast of Columbia. Maybe it was Argentina? "Bruce?" The deep thoughts about which jail he was stuck in suddenly stopped when his name was called.

"Hm?" Raising an eyebrow, the Billionaire looked down.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Clark was a little annoyed that he had been kissing at Bruce's bare stomach for some time now without any sort of reaction. Bruce only smiled as he cocked an eyebrow. He was suddenly very pleased that he was not sitting in jail or alone this holiday for once.

"Wouldn't you like to know? You can't read minds Clark, but you do have X-Ray vision. Tell me something, am I wearing any underwear?" Bruce then smirked as he wiggled his lower half suggestively. Clark only blinked for a second before pulling down his glasses just enough to expose his blue eyes as he looked down. Sure enough, there wasn't anything that filtered his special view between the neatly-pressed black slacks and the cupped surprise package underneath. Looking back up, he gave a flirty yet pleasantly surprised smile back at Bruce.

"Aren't you full of surprises?" Clark cooed, but Bruce just looked away and shrugged.

"Are you really that surprised?"

"No, not really", Clark answered as he placed his hands to Bruce's hips before one of them moved to undo the pants button as he continued to speak. "But then again, I…" But before he could manage to pull down the zipper, there was a suddenly a knock at the door which made both men look over towards it.

"Clark, your mom wants to know if you need any towels", Jonathan yelled through the closed entryway since he really didn't want to open it. Bruce couldn't help himself as he started to laugh which caused Clark to glare up at him.

"No, we don't need any towels, Dad", Clark answered in annoyance as he hovered up to be nose to nose with his laid-out boyfriend. A hand was then placed promptly over Bruce's snickering mouth. Bruce managed to calm down after a series of chuckles before poked the hand away with his index finger. Clark then sighed before he made an attempt to kiss the uncovered lips, but Jonathan kept talking through the door.

"Your mother wants to know if you…what? Martha, he's a grown man. I'm sure that he has clean underwear. Do you need your suit washed, Clark? Your mom is putting in a load now. I AM asking him, Martha. Hold on…What? Well for goodness sake, woman. You ask him then!" Jonathan sighed. Soon after, the sound of motherly footstep approached the door, followed by a few swift knocks against it. After sighing heavily, Clark floated down on top of Bruce completely to bury his face on the other man's shoulder. Bruce kept his smile, even while patting the back of Clark's head as Martha started to talk though the door.

"Clarkkkkk", she started up now as Jonathan walked away. The father still wasn't used to his son's newfound interest in another man. It was something that just didn't sit right with his old-fashioned soul. Martha only eyed her husband and gave an exasperated huff towards him, but she always tried to be the open-minded mother. This was mostly considering that her adopted son was a space alien and all. "Does your…er…", she paused as she wasn't quite sure how to word it. "Does your Special Friend need his suit pressed?" she finally asked as she tried her best to be as polite about it as possible. The words caused Clark's head to rise up as he eyed Bruce behind slipped down frames.

"…Did she really just say Special Friend?" he asked in a whisper. Bruce looked down and nodded in response. Sighing once again, Clark reburied his face back down.

"…No, Mrs. Kent. My suit was pressed before I left Gotham." Bruce felt compelled to answer for the extremely embarrassed son while continuing to pet the short black locks that tickled his neck. Clark nuzzled at the affection and felt compelled to start kissing where he could around the shoulder and neck area since his face was already there. The sweater had some minor elasticity to it which made it easier for him to hook an index finger into the collar and tug it down just enough to expose some flesh, not that he couldn't just tear it off if he really wanted to. Martha heard the slight sounds of the bed squeak, but tried not to think too much of it. They were probably just sitting down, right? It wasn't as if there were any chairs in that room or two separate beds for that matter. Her eyes closed as she shook her head, trying not to think about all of the possibilities.

"Well alright. Dinner should be ready in a few hours, but Clarkkkk", she started saying again. "We need more firewood for the fireplace and I need you to go into town to pick up a few things", she motherly cooed, refusing to have such shenanigans in her house.

"…Alright mom," Clark finally spoke as he pushed himself up. There was yet another long, hard sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed. Bruce only sat up a bit on his elbows as one of his eyebrows arched. Martha only smiled, being quite proud of herself as she headed back downstairs.

"So, I guess we really don't always have time", Bruce teased as he ran a hand through his messed black hair as he brushed his bangs back. He was also sporting a half-cocked erection to match Clark's, but there wasn't anything they could really do about them. Clark just gave a tired laugh.

"Could be worse", he said as he stood up. "Could be Darksied." Bruce only shook his head when he was smiled at, but took the extended hand that was offered. He was then pulled close by Clark into a real kiss that was followed by a few more sweet pecks. "Come on. Since we have to leave anyway, I'll show you around town. It'll kill some time before dinner." Bruce grumbled a bit.

"So would sex. Besides isn't the name of this town, Smallville? How long can showing me around actually take? Once you've seen one snow-covered cornfield, you've seen them all."

"I thought that you were only so negative when you wear the Batman suit", Clark laughed as he headed towards the door. After the knob was turned, he gave it a gentle push open. Bruce followed begrudgingly and shrugged.

"Personalities tend to merge. Call it an occupational hazard. It's like being teamed up with Wally for too long. It starts to break you, mentally." The two men shared a laugh at the red-head's expense as they headed down the stairs to pick up their coats from the hangers that were nailed to the wall by the front door. Just before they managed to head out, Martha called out to them again.

"Clarrrrk", the mother cooed from the kitchen before trotting over with a folded piece of paper in her hand. Her son stopped to take the list from her before she then put a red knitted scarf around his neck. "Now bundle up. You may be Superman, but you'll be super sick if you don't keep yourself warm." Bruce started to laugh to himself, but then a matching scarf came around his neck as well. "You too, Mr. Wayne. I just got off the phone with your housekeeper and he told me that you have a nasty habit of not taking care of yourself." Bruce blinked, wondering how on Earth Mrs. Kent got a hold of the phone number to his private home. He then glared at Clark accusingly.

"You didn't-", he began to ask, but was cut off from air as the women tightened the thing around his neck like a noose. She tucked them into their coats before making sure that all the buttons were done up before sending them out. "Take your time, but not too long! Drive safe!" The Mother gave a wave from the porch before shutting the door. As soon as he had his back turned, Bruce began to pull at the scarf as soon like the disobedient child that he was and undid the top button on his coat. "That's…some mother you've got", Bruce said when he was finally able to breathe again. Clark moved to open the passage side car door before moving to the driver's side. Unlike Bruce, he left his scarf where it was, seemingly not minding so much. He was used to it.

"You have no idea. You should have seen her when I went to prom or when I moved to Metropolis", he smiled as he stuck the key into the ignition and turned on the engine. While inside, he sat idle for a moment to give the car time to heat up.

"I can imagine. She's already called me your Special Friend", Bruce smiled as he put on his seat belt.

"Well, you are my Special Friend", Clark teased as he moved to tickle Bruce's cheek with his finger tip. Bruce swatted it away playfully.

"Don't you start something you can't finish. I do have that kryptonite with me still", he grinned, always enjoying a fight.

"How long are you going to use that threat?" Clark asked, giving an exasperated look.

"Until it stops working", Bruce replied, matter of fact, as he leaned back in his seat.

"Fair enough", Clark responded as he took the car out of park and backed out of the driveway. Once on the road, Bruce slipped a hand over onto the man's thigh and gave it a little squeeze without looking at him.

"Special Friend, huh?" he asked, a little unsure if Clark was serious about it or not. He was also certain that Martha and Jonathan didn't come up with that line on their own.

"…I couldn't think of a good way to really explain our status with my mother", Clark finally confessed with his eyes on the road. "On one hand, we are Superman and Batman. We've saved each other lives for almost ten years now. Even before the League was formed, back when you followed the Joker to Metropolis, started fights in my city's bars, ninja'd your way to my condo, and stole my girlfriend", he ended with a somewhat bitter note as his eyes glared in Bruce's direction.

Bruce only cracked an innocent smile. "Lois wasn't your girlfriend then. Get your facts straight, Reporter." Clark smirked as well, but shook his head in disbelief.

"The point is that you've been this invading force in my life for a long time in this dark, brooding, raincloud, annoying sort of way, but I always respected you. You're the only one of The Original Seven without any powers…"

"So they keep telling me", Bruce interrupted causing Clark to frown a bit.

"That's why I find you so amazing. You may be my little rain cloud, but without you, I'd be dead and buried more time then I care to remember. You fought alongside me and saved me twice from Darkseid and-", but Clark was cut off again as Bruce looked over at him.

"You hated me the first time." Clark paused to look at Bruce before he turned to look back at the road.

"I didn't hate you…well… I hated the fact that I didn't know if he was gone for good, but I'm glad for what you did. You risked your life to save mine and…"

"I'd do it again." Another interruption. "You couldn't stop me. The world needs a Superman. The Justice League needs a Superman and I need…" As Bruce was talking, Clark had calmly pulled over to the shoulder of the road and undid his seat beat. This time, it was his turn to interrupt Bruce by leaning over and effectively silencing him with a deep and emotional kiss. Bruce accepted it, needing it actually, and clung to Clark's coat. The road was empty for now, but neither of them had planned on stopping, even if cars were to start driving by. Bruce was pushed back against the window as Clark pulled at the red scarf around his neck, tossing it in the back seat. With the skin exposed, Clark began to kiss around the collar bone and Adam's apple. It was cramped, uncomfortable, no room to move, and without any real pleasant way to get into fuckable position, but by God, Bruce didn't want him to stop. "Use your breath to frost the windows", was all he asked of Clark at the moment. Smiling, Clark did as he was asked, fogging up all the windows and cut off the car's defroster. They could make their own heat.