While I served myself I watched the Kent's as they chatted while helping each other. Mr. Kent got the glasses out of the cabinet, Mrs. Kent filled the glasses with water and Clark brought them to the table after getting the utensils. They just flowed and worked together without any trouble. I blinked violently to switch my focus elsewhere and quickly moved to the table.
"Thank you so much for letting me come over. You have such a beautiful home."
"Of course, we love having guests over" Mr. Kent gave me a smile before taking a bite of food.
"Especially my mom"
"And what's wrong with wanting people over. If it was up to your father we would be hermits" She gave her husband a playful glare.
"If they wanted to see us they'll make the trip themselves. Why do we have to jump hoops for'em" Mr. Kent lends toward me and loudly whispers, "I just don't care much for the folk here. Bunch of Hearsayers, if you ask me."
I couldn't help but chuckle at the playful bickering. Unfortunately, it caused food to go down the wrong pipe.
"Now look you did, Jonathan." Mr. Kent shrugged his shoulders in confusion, "Are you okay, Sweetie."
Still chocking on my food I managed to respond, "I good...Sorry, I'm just not used to this"
"To what, Sweetie?"
"Eating with…" I stopped my words. My dad hated when I talked to others about family matters. He saw it as me trying to embarrass the family name.
"Bruce,...Where are your folks?" Mrs. Kent looked at me with loving eyes. I could tell she wasn't asking to hurt me or gain something from it. She was being motherly.
"My parents are in Gotham. My father is running his hospital, while my mother organizes her charities. Gotham isn't the safest, so they sent me here with Alfred. He's our butler and long family friend."
She didn't say anything, but I can tell it was to choose her words wisely. "Well, we are happy you are here and don't hesitate to come over anytime you want".
She cleared her throat, as she got up to clear her place at the table. When everyone was done they did the same. Mr. Kent switched the mood back to the way it was by joking around with Clark and me. After cleaning the kitchen, Clark asked if I could sleep over. I felt anxious when he asked.
*He wants me to sleep over. As in stay in the house after dark. What does he expect to happen? What do I expect to happen? Do I want….that?*
"If he has permission I don't see why not"
We eventually settled in the living room. Clark and I sat on one couch while his parents sat on the other. I sat as far as I could from Clark. I felt so nervous around him and kept going through all the things he could possibly want to do to me. It was kind of turning me on, so I forced myself to focus on the tv. It helped enough to calm down my thoughts, which slowly calmed done my erection.
In the middle of the movie, Mr. and Mrs. Kent said goodnight and headed upstairs. Clark, politely, asked them to turn off the lights. So we were in the dark alone together. We looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. His gaze felt so overwhelming I eventually turn to the tv. After a bit, Clark shuffled closer to me. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
*I hope he can't hear how loud my heart is*
I could feel him looking at me. It was so powerful it was urging me to turn, but I kept my eyes down. I was taking everything in. His posture, his smell, and the sound of his breath as he watched me. Then, our eyes met and we were so close to one another.
I broke the silence and whispered "So-...Why did you want me to stay the night?"
"Isn't it obvious? I wanted to spend more time with you?" Clark whispered back. His voice was shaky. *Is he nervous too?*
"But what did you...want to...happen?"
"Anything you want and nothing you don't want"
We gradually moved closer. He placed his right hand lightly on my jaw as he brought me in for a kiss.