Title: The man of my dreams
Author: Welling_is_Pretty
Pairing: Clark/Bart
Rating: PG-13

"I don t know about this dying thing and I don t even understand half of what you said before but I gotta let you know that I am not straight. At least not completely. When you live on the streets you learn to be flexible." He saw horror rising in Clark s eyes. "Oh I never had to do that! I was a thief, not a prostitute. But I learned that I like guys too." Here Bart stepped closer, covering his trepidation with brazenness as always. "And I like you, Clark."

The boy from Krypton thought it was a very good thing that he was an alien right then because his not needing to breath became very important.

Bart moved right into his personal space, bringing his face up close. "I think I might even more than like you, Clark Kent. No, I take that back. I know I do. I sure know I want to do this," and with that Bart raised his hands, captured Clark s face and pulled it down to meet his.

Their lips touched, oh so gently and then Bart pulled back slightly. "See? Not so straight."

A laugh burst out of Clark and he realized that was part of what he loved about Bart. He made Clark laugh. He let him be free, free of the burdens of his life. He brought fun into Clark s life, made him feel young again. "I guess I m not either," he admitted.

"Works out well then, huh?" And Bart lifted his head up once more. This time Clark met the kiss firmly. It was longer and harder but still fairly chaste. He got the feeling Bart was trying not to scare him. Or perhaps he was trying to protect himself. It didn t matter. Clark had heard those words "Bart is dead." And nothing would ever scare him that badly again. Flashing back to his dream or whatever it had been, he gave himself over to his feelings, for once not angsting at all.

He kissed Bart with a passion that surprised them both, wrapping his arms himself around the slighter man.

Bart suddenly broke away from the kiss. "Clark, again with the need to breathe."

Clark laughed and relaxed his arms. "Yeah, I guess that s an annoying trait you humans have." He froze. Bart, who never was still, did too. "Um..."

The speedster smiled. "Actually not that big of a bombshell there, man. Ollie and I talked and we figured you were either some sort of mutant or an alien. Long as you re not gonna do the brain sucking thing it's cool."

Clark laughed again. This was why he loved Bart! "No brain sucking," he promised. "I'm from a planet called-"

"Share time later," Bart interrupted, putting a finger on Clark's lips. "Can we get back to the kissing?"

"Always so impatient."

"For the good stuff, you bet." Bart s mouth came up again and found Clark's, sealing them together. "You taste pretty good for an alien."

"Thanks," Clark laughed. He hadn't felt this good, this happy, this free in a long time. "You taste pretty good for a human."

Bart cocked an eyebrow. "There's a joke about aliens and food in there but I d rather get back to the kissing." He dove back in and they devoured each other s faces for a long time then a phone rang. "Don't answer it," Bart spoke against the other man's mouth.

"Not my phone," Clark muttered back.

"What? Oh hell you re right." He grabbed the cell phone from his back pocket and went to toss it away but Clark stopped him.

"It might be important."

"Such a boy scout, the owner of the phone said," in a very fond voice. He looked at the display and then opened the phone. "What s up, Ollie?" He smiled up at Clark. Um, yeah, he's here. No, it s all good. Sure." He held the phone out. "He wants to talk to you."

Clark took the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Clark. Found him, huh?"

"Yeah. Thanks for your help, Oliver."

"No problem. I just hope everything is ok now."

Clark grinned. He knew Ollie was fishing. He didn't intend to give him anything to catch. Not yet anyway. "Everything is fine." He glanced back at Bart who was lounging against the back of the very expensive looking couch. "Perfect, in fact."

"Oh. Great then. Well, that s good." A pause. "Will you be needing transport back to Smallville?"

"No, thanks. I've got it."

"Ok. Well, I ll talk to you again soon then. Give my best to Lois."

That brought a horrible memory of Lois calling him her husband back and he grimaced. "Sure. Did you need to talk to Bart again?"

"No, that s ok. Just tell him I ll call soon with another assignment."

"Ok. Bye Ollie."

"Bye."

"Ollie says he'll call soon with another assignment."

"Can I tell you how much I absolutely do not care right now?"

"I'd rather we were kissing but if you must-"

With a whoosh Bart had run up to Clark, grabbed him and kissed him. "You think you're funny."

"Only with you." It came out rather more serious than intended and wiped the smile from Bart's face.

He looked into Clark s face, nodded to himself and quickly grabbed his cell and his keys. "C'mon Boy Scout," he tugged on his arm, "let me show you a real good time."

"Bart!" Clark stopped himself from being led out of the room. "I thought you were keeping a low profile here."

"Yeah, which is why we aren't going to stay in Gotham." We ll run to the West Coast and drop in on LA. No one will know us there. We'll hit this really great gay club I know and show off those farm boy muscles of yours, Kent. I ll even show you how to dance."

"What makes you think I don't know already?" Clark asked, letting himself be led out and to the elevator.

Bart turned and looked at him as he punched the button. "If you know how to dance, I mean for real, I m as rich as Bruce Wayne."

That brought another flood of thoughts or memories or whatever but Clark pushed them aside. He got in with Bart. One last stab of dutifulness rose. "I really should be getting back."

Once again Bart seemed to be reading his mind. "It's the middle of the night in your area. No chores, right?" He waited for Clark to nod. "No one to be saved?" Clark shrugged. "Then what's the problem?" Bart made an exaggerated pouty face. "Don t you wanna go out with me, baby?"

Nearly choking with snorted in laughter over being called baby Clark shook his head then spoke, "I do." He realized how much he wanted to. "I do," he said again in a firmer voice. "But maybe we should talk about this and where it s all going and everything first."

Bart made a pffft noise and flapped his hand. "That stuff's for girls. Do I look like that Lana chick to you?" He and Clark got out of the elevator and headed for the double doors of the hotel. "What say we leave the angst and all that and just go have us some fun?"

They pushed out of the doors and Bart stood there, looking at the city and the world beyond. He looked back at Clark, a cautious expression of hope on his face.

Clark looked at that face, in those eyes and remembered hearing those words. Bart is dead. He remembered the whole dream or future or whatever and knew that if he begged off now, chose the wrong path, that that world would come true.

He leaned forward, kissed Bart on the mouth and then pulled back enough to say, "Race you." Then he took off at his best speed for the Coast.

"Oh not fair!" came the cry behind him. Then a whoosh and a flicker of red caught up to him. "Maybe we need to change your code name, Boy Scout. How about Slow Poke?" Bart took off at a higher speed, turning around to laugh at Clark.

As he looked at Bart and let himself revel in his powers and his feelings Clark felt a happiness he hadn't felt in a long time well up in him. He smiled as he put his energy into catching up to the Fastest Boy Alive.

The End