Chapter Eleven – Justice League Universe
A/N: It's been a little while since I updated. Hope the wait was worth it. :)
Bruce has been sitting at the computer down in the cave trying to find the original video of his, Clark, and Ko's picnic for hours. His computer is scanning through different networks in order to find what computer the video was saved on and then uploaded. By now, the video is all over the news and there has already been multiple threads on multiple social media networks talking about it. He recruited Barbra to keep an eye on some of the more active ones. She also offered to do her own investigation in trying to find the video's source and Bruce accepted the help.
"Hey." Bruce turns just as Jason walks up to him, hands in his pocket. "Dick and Tim are outside, checking out the hidden security you've put up. I told them they should be in here doing that but I think they wanted some fresh air." They both don't bother saying anything about how late at night it is. "Clark is with Ko, if you're wondering." Jason stands there awkwardly and once a few seconds past in silence, he squirms and continues. "Tim told me he saw you and Clark kissing. Is that true?"
Bruce turns back to the computer, not wanting to meet Jason's eyes anymore. "It is."
A low chuckle and then Jason is saying, "Well, it's about damn time you listen to me Old Man."
"It wasn't just you."
"Yeah but I'm the one who mentioned it the most… and the only one who mentioned it to Clark."
Bruce turns to him, eyes narrowed. "You told Clark?"
Jason shrugs. "Neither of you were getting your acts together so that was the only play I had left."
Despite himself, Bruce laughs a little. Then, seriously, "Why do you want us to be together so bad Jason?"
Jason shrugs, hands still in his pockets. "I don't know. I mean, you're always so…" He pulls his hands out of his pockets and motions to Bruce. "You and, I don't know, you always look at him as if he's the greatest thing in the world. That deserves to be acted on doesn't it?"
Bruce blinks at him but can't keep the eye contact, feeling awkward himself when only a few minutes ago it was Jason who was feeling awkward. "Not always."
"With you two it does," Jason says. "Someone in this family deserves to be happy."
Bruce looks at him again. "You're not happy?"
"When were you ever happy… before Clark and Ko that is?" Bruce doesn't say anything to that, doesn't know what to say. "I'm just saying, Bruce, that he's good for you."
Bruce, wanting to change the subject, gives Jason a wry smile. "You've been uncharacteristically nice lately. What's up?"
"Ah," Jason walks up closer to him and sits in the other chair beside him. "Babies bring out the good in me." Jason then gives him a wry smile back. "Don't get used to it though. I'll be back to my usual self by the end of the month."
Bruce chuckles, shaking his head. "Looking forward to it." Jason laughs and then proceeds to stay down there with him for another hour until Clark comes down. When he leaves, he winks at Bruce and smirks when Bruce rolls his eyes. He's glad that his and Jason's relationship seems to be on the mends. He had missed his second son and will take any kind of relationship Jason is willing to give him.
When Clark gets closer to him, he bends down and kisses Bruce's lips briefly. "Ko is currently being fed by Alfred and before you say anything, I'm keeping an ear on them to make sure Ko doesn't hurt him." Clark sits in the chair that Jason had just been in.
"Did he ask to be fed?"
"No, he's still not doing that but I think Alfred wants something to keep him busy and out of the kitchen." Clark gives Bruce a knowing smile and Bruce snorts, shaking his head.
"Maybe I should give him a vacation until the kitchen is fixed," Bruce says thoughtfully.
"It might help with stopping his worrying about the repairs and stop almost having a heart attack at seeing the things the contractors are ripping out of it." Clark chuckles in amusement and Bruce does too. Then, more seriously, "I'm sorry my mom wasn't that much help when it came to Ko's powers."
"You were right."
"I didn't want to be right." There's silence for a while, the sound of the computer working and bats that hadn't left for the night fluttering being the only sound. Then, Clark finally says something. "Are you sure you want to come to the farm with me and Ko?"
"I must admit I wasn't expecting our relationship to go this fast but… yeah, I'm sure."
Clark smiles at him. "Well, if it's any consolation, it's not like we've had sex yet." Bruce chuckles. "We seem to keep getting interrupted."
"If you think I'm going to have sex with you down here, you're mistaken."
"Could be fun."
Bruce laughs right along with Clark and then leans in to kiss him deeper than what Clark had done in greeting. Pulling away with one hand on Clark's cheek, Bruce says, "Maybe one day." Clark smiles at this. Bruce pulls away completely then, turning back to his computer. "I made an appointment for tomorrow at the hospital for Ko. Leslie will be taking care of us as Ko will need certain… special treatments."
"Okay."
"Will you be able to attend? You'll need to take the day off of work."
"Yeah, I will. It's not like I never take random days off now anyways."
"In which case, if I wasn't the owner of the Daily Planet, you would have probably been fired by now."
"Hence the rumors of favoritism." Bruce grimaces at the reminder.
He tells Clark, "We'll figure it out."
Clark sighs, heavy and tired. "Let's focus on one thing first. Have you found the video?"
As if on cue, the computer dings with an answer. "Bingo." Bruce types a few things and the original video pops up on the screen along with an IP address.
Clark and Bruce watch the video. Apparently the one that was sent to the media was a zoomed up version as the one that is playing now is clearly farther up in the sky. It also goes a lot longer than the one that was shown on the news. "They saw," Clark says, swallowing audibly. "They saw Bruce, now what?"
Bruce allows the video to play through, all the way until it cuts off at the point in which Bruce and Clark finally notice Ko is flying. "Now, Batman goes and has a chat with this person."
"No," Clark says urgently. "If you do that then they'll know who you are. We're extremely lucky the video cut off before I flew up there to retrieve Ko and so they won't know who I am, but you… they'll either think Batman is Bruce Wayne or Clark Kent."
Bruce thins his lips, at a loss. "Then…" He bites his bottom lip, thinking. "Then we'll have to go and talk to this person as Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent."
"And how will we explain knowing where the video came from? How will we stop them from telling anyone?"
"I can say that I had one of my people at Wayne Tech look into it. As for keeping the secret… well, they did edit it so Ko wasn't shown on the news flying."
Clark's eyebrows are furrowed. "Are you, Batman, suggesting that we give this person the benefit of the doubt and hope they'll keep such a secret? Who are you and what have you done with the paranoid, cynical, Dark Knight?"
Bruce rolls his eyes. "All I'm saying is that we don't know what they are going to do until we confront this person." Clark still looks completely lost and Bruce rolls his eyes again. "I'm not that bad."
"Yeah, you really are."
"Shut up," he says, trying to hide his chuckle. "I can be different sometimes."
"More like never," Clark mutters under his breath but drops the subject. "So who is it anyways?"
Bruce types a few more commands into the command center for the computer, and then a picture pops up on screen. It's of a young girl with brown hair and brown eyes, thick rimmed glasses, and tan skin. "A teenage girl, sixteen, goes to Gotham High. All A's in every class and excels in her computer science class. Lives in Downtown Gotham."
"Should we go tomorrow after Ko's appointment?"
"Yeah," Bruce says, sending a quick message to Barbra that they found the one who took the video. "For now, we'll go to bed." Bruce looks over to Clark. "And you'll be joining me in mine."
A blush appears on Clark's face. "Are we finally…"
Bruce stands, grabs a hold of Clark's shirt, and hauls him up. "Yes." Clark follows him eagerly.
...
Bruce is straddling Clark's hips on the bed in Bruce's bedroom. They're making out feverishly, as if they hadn't already done so after the phone call with Clark's mother. Clark's tongue is pushing into Bruce's mouth and his hands are tugging at Bruce's shirt. Bruce is also working on Clark's shirt but he's a little more coordinated with his hands at the moment so he manages to unbutton at least three buttons before he's ripping the shirt open. The rest of the buttons go flying, making small pinging sounds as they hit in various areas around the room. Clark then somehow manages to slip Bruce's shirt over his head while Bruce pushes Clark's shirt off his shoulders. Both pieces of clothes end up on the floor.
Bruce sits up and peers down at Clark, rubbing his hand down his chest all the way to his toned stomach slowly, admiring each muscle and the unmarred skin. When Clark copies him, he quickly takes a hold of Clark's hands and pulls them away from his chest. "Don't."
Clark looks at him quizzically. "Why?"
"Because I don't…" He trails off, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. "It's just that…"
"Because of the scars?" Clark cups Bruce's face and forces him to look at him. "Bruce, I don't care about the scars. You are still the most beautiful person I have ever known." He then tugs Bruce down, kissing him hard on the lips and grinding his hips up. Bruce can feel how hard he is and Bruce's own erection is pressing into Clark. Clark pulls away. "Nothing in the world could ever make me view you anything less than perfect."
"I'm not perfect Clark."
"Neither am I but none of that stops me from viewing you as such. Bruce," Clark strokes his cheek. "I have loved you for so long that nothing in this world, universe, or galaxy could ever make me stop loving you."
Bruce stares at him for a while, both of them being silent. Then, hesitantly, Bruce brings Clark's hands back up to his chest. Taking the cue, Clark strokes slow and gentle, lovingly. One of his hands run over an old bullet wound and Clark lifts his torso up in order to swipe his tongue across the scar. Bruce groans and allows Clark's mouth to wander to one of his nipples as his other hand plays with the other. "We… we should get our pants off." He's panting under Clark's ministrations. Clark's hands immediately go to Bruce's fly, unbuckling it and then unzipping it slowly. "God, Clark, have you ever… I mean, have you done… this… before?"
Clark stops sucking on his nipple to look up at him. "A few times."
"A few times?"
"One in high school and a few in college." Then, hesitantly, "You?" Bruce shakes his head no reluctantly. "Oh… is-are you sure you want to do this?"
"I know how it works and it's not like I didn't know I was attracted to men, I just… never bothered to act on it. Sleeping with women was a lot easier to keep the playboy image up without any explanations." Bruce's cheeks feel hot and he really can't believe that he's blushing of all things. Bruce does not blush in the middle of sex.
"So you didn't even have sex with a man in secret?"
"To much of a hassle and I really couldn't trust anyone to keep it a secret."
Clark is silent for a while and then horrified dawning settles itself on his face. "Oh my gosh." Clark pushes him off and gets off the bed. "Are you telling me that the media didn't know you were gay or bi, whatever you are, and that I'm – I'm – oh my gosh!" He turns to face Bruce who pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Fuck you!"
"I thought that's what we were trying to do."
"I can't believe you wouldn't tell me that I would be your coming out card. You are unbelievable."
Bruce groans and flops back down onto the bed. "You're right, we're never going to have sex."
"Oh don't be so melodramatic."
"Me melodramatic?"
Clark chuckles and when Bruce looks up at him, he's smiling and shaking his head. "Unbelievable." Clark then crawls back onto the bed with him, lying down beside him. "How come the media didn't act surprised then? Did they suspect?"
Bruce shrugs. "I don't know, you're the newspaper guy, you should know."
Clark is laughing again and he leans closer, brushes his lips against his. "Bruce Wayne, what did you do to make the media suspect your gay?"
"Bisexual actually, and maybe I checked out a few guys here and there. I thought I was being subtle."
Clark, still laughing the bastard, climbs on top of him and is the one to straddle Bruce this time. "Bruce, Bruce, Bruce," he says against Bruce's lips. "You need to work on your communications skill and your definition of subtle because if anyone isn't subtle, then it's you." And then they're kissing again and Clark's hands are working open his own pants. It's no time until they have their pants and underwear off, Clark still straddling him and moving his hips just enough for their erections to rub together slightly.
Bruce places both his hands on Clark's chest and pushes, indicating for Clark to sit up a little. He does, separating their lips from each other with a loud smack. "How many men have you slept with?" He asks because Clark had said one in high school which isn't much of a surprise, but a few in college? What does he mean by that?
Clark shrugs and bends his head to Bruce's neck, peppering wet kisses there. "I don't know, seven maybe ten if you count just blow jobs and no penetration."
Bruce blanches, mouth going agape. He'd never pictured Clark as someone who had a lot of sex. "And… and women?"
Another shrug and Clark switches sides of his neck, deciding to suck this time. "About the same amount. Lois would make it eleven though." When Bruce doesn't respond Clark sits up to peer at him. "Is that bad?"
Blinking his way out of his shock, he says, "What? No, no I – I mean – I've definitely have had more sex than that but I just – I never thought that…"
"Thought what? That I wouldn't have that much sex, that I'm some kind of prude? Not that not having a lot of sex makes anyone a prude but that's what you're thinking isn't it?"
"No, not a prude per se."
Clark, once again and to Bruce's annoyance, is chuckling. "Look Bruce, I'm Kryptonian which means I have a high libido."
"So lots of sex."
"Lots of sex."
"Lots of sex between us."
Clark lowers his head to his chest, Clark's shoulders shaking in laughter. Bruce can feel his wide, toothy smile. "Lots of sex between us."
Bruce uses Clark being distracted as a way to roll the two of them over so Bruce is once again on top. He lifts Clark's arms to above his head and pin them to the bed with Bruce's hands around his wrist. "So then Clark, how do you want to do this? You want to fuck me or do you want me to fuck you?"
Clark licks his lips and slips his wrists out of Bruce's hold easily, reaching up to cup Bruce's face. "I don't care as long as I have you."
"Hmm, I think I want to know how it feels to be penetrated."
"Are you sure?"
Bruce nods, leans down and kisses him, then says, "I'm sure. I trust you Clark."
With a soft, fond smile, Clark gently switches their positions one more time. He kisses his way down Bruce's chest, stomach, and both legs before he returns to Bruce's aching cock. Clark kisses the tip softly before opening his mouth and guiding it in, taking half of his member in his mouth and then working the bottom half with one of his hands. Bruce moans loudly, and tries to jut his hips up but Clark's other hand is holding him down.
All too soon, Clark pulls off. "Lube?" Bruce points to the bedside table drawer and Clark reaches over to open it and then take the tube of lube out. Clark squeezes some onto his fingers, brushes an open mouth kiss down the length of Bruce's dick, and positions his index finger at Bruce's entrance. "Some other time I would like to rim you but since this is your first time, we'll stick to just this." Bruce's cock twitches at Clark's words and he can't help the moan that escapes him. "Bend your legs." Bruce does. "Okay, tell me if this hurts and I mean it Bruce, tell me. Don't just take it." He doesn't push his finger in until Bruce nods in agreement.
When his finger enters Bruce, it's a strange feeling, like an intruding, foreign object that shouldn't be there. "Feels strange," he mutters, staring at the ceiling.
Clark kisses the inside of his thigh. "It'll get better, I promise." He works that one finger for a while and then eventually he adds another. Bruce jumps at the intrusion. "Okay?"
"Yeah, just surprised me."
"Sorry." Clark says it low and mumbled but Bruce hears and makes it out anyways. He decides to place an encouraging hand on Clark's head. It's for another four or five thrusts of those fingers before Bruce jumps again, except for a totally different feeling. "Did I hurt you?"
Bruce stifles his moan and tries not to wither. "No, that… you did something different. It felt – that felt really good."
There's a satisfied smile on Clark's face. "Well I think you just figured out the pleasure of the prostate." He adds a third finger then and that pleasurable feeling rushes through Bruce again and he moans and this time he doesn't stop himself from wiggling himself down onto those perfect fingers. "Think you can take me now?" Bruce nods frantically when Clark keeps pressing at his prostate. Then the pressure is gone and the fingers are gone, and instead there's a thick, wet, hard thing at his hole. "Remember Bruce, tell me if it hurts."
Clark pushes in slowly and Bruce grits his teeth. This is much bigger than fingers. He gasps and Clark stops, probably only a quarter of the way in. "It hurts a little but it's not too bad."
"Can you take more? We can always just do it this way. I have perfect control of all my muscles so I could easily keep myself from going all the way in."
Bruce is shaking his head before Clark even finishes. "No, I want to this properly."
"Okay," Clark says low and soft. He takes a hold of each of Bruce's legs and lifts them so Bruce can wrap them around Clark's torso. Bruce hooks his ankles together so he's secure. "I'm going to continue now."
This time, when Clark pushes in, he doesn't stop but he does continue to go slow as to make the pain as less as possible. When he's all the way in, they rest for a few seconds before Clark starts to thrust shallowly and then deeper and faster when Bruce encourages him to. Soon, Clark is hitting Bruce's prostate with every thrust in and the pleasure in Bruce builds and builds and builds, until he's panting hard, moaning loud, and sweating profusely. Clark is above him, kissing and sucking and licking his neck, making small grunting noises and moaning as well and it is music to Bruce's ears.
"Bruce," Clark pants. "I need – I need you to come first – want you to come first."
"Oh God, Clark."
"Come on Bruce," he's saying, panting, moaning in Bruce's ear. "Come for me." And then Bruce is, shouting loudly as his body stiffens and an immaculate pleasure that he has never felt before washes over him. He can't help but moan again when he feels the hot liquid of Clark's semen spill in him. "Oh gosh, Bruce." Clark collapses onto him and Bruce's legs fall to the bed. They both lie there, panting, as they wait for some of their strength to come back. When it does, Clark slowly pushes himself up and carefully pulls out, Bruce wincing a little at the little bit of pain there. Clark rubs a hand down his sweaty and come covered chest, lying down next to him. "Are you okay?"
Bruce turns on his side gingerly, facing him. He grabs a hold of Clark's hand, brings it up to his mouth, and kisses his knuckles. "Never better."
A/N: Well, there you go. They finally had sex and all you readers finally get your smut that I tagged. ;)
Next will probably be Justice Lords, then after that will be the hospital visit, the video taker confrontation, and the farm visit in one chapter, and then after that, the Justice Lords stuff will finally pick up. :)
Thanks for reading!
