Work Text:
Clark stood uncomfortably on the grand stone staircase leading up to Wayne manor. He didn't really know what he was doing there, but it had been a couple of weeks since their last mission together and Clark had found himself craving the other man's company more than he'd like to admit.
Half of him just wanted to leave, fly away and save himself the embarrassment of turning up at Bruce's door uninvited, he reached over and rang the doorbell quickly before he could change his mind. He stood there, holding his breath, waiting.
What felt like an hour later, Alfred appeared smiling in the doorway. "Master Kent," he greeted, dipping his head slightly. "Please, come in" He gestured for Clark to enter, and Clark did so, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling awkwardly.
As soon as he stepped through the doorway he was greeted by the strong smell of expensive leather and cologne. This is what money smells like he thought idly. "Master Wayne will be down shortly." Alfred bowed his head again and left.
"Thank you, Alfred!" Clark called after him, his voice trailing off down the corridor, echoing off the hard marble of the walls.
He shuffled uncomfortably on the spot, unsure of what to do while he waited. He gazed around the room, taking in the grand staircase and priceless oil paintings that hung off the walls. Oddly the room reminded him of Bruce, Dark, expensive, .... beautiful.
Bruce Appeared at the top of the stairs in that eerily sudden way that Batman appears next to him at a stakeout. He took the stairs two or three at a time, smiling widely at Clark. It was the weekend and Bruce hadn't been expecting anyone, so he was dressed casually in grey sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt. His hair, usually combed back to playboy perfection, was damp and fluffy. He almost looked like a different man without his usual suit and tie, but Clark wasn't complaining; the shirt clung nicely to all the right places, showing off his toned shoulders and ches-
No. nope. stop it, Clark told himself firmly. You're just here for -- wait, what am I here for?!
"Hey Clark," Bruce said, smiling easily, "what brings you here?"
Good question.
"Oh um... I'm just here to -- er... pick up a jacket! Yeah, I think I left it here... last time I... came..." Clark trailed off. He mentally slapped himself, I sound ridiculous!
Luckily, Bruce didn't seem to think so.
"Ahh. Ok, I'll have Alfred fetch it for you then. Anything else you wanted?" he asked innocently.
I don't know ... is there?
"Oh um no -- no I should be alright, thanks," Clark said.
Bruce tapped a button on the black leather smart watch he has strapped to his wrist "Alfred, can you have a quick look around the manor for Clark's jacket, He thinks he left it here last time he came."
A moment of silence before Alfreds voice crackled through the watch's speaker "Of course sir, and what does this jacket look like?"
"You know I could've just gotten it myself." Clark cut in, feeling more than a little guilty that Alfred was being sent off to find a jacket that didn't actually exist.
" Relax. I have a butler for a reason Smallville" Bruce said breezily. Clark nodded, forcing a smile.
"So, what does it look like?" Bruce asked, sitting himself on a nearby table.
"Hm?" Clark said, distracted by the way the light from the window was reflected off the skin on Bruces Jaw.
"The jacket?" Bruce pressed, a glint of humour shining in his eyes.
"Oh! Right... it's err... dark green and um...fleecy?"
Bruce raised an eyebrow, suppressing a grin.
"Clark," He started, sliding off the table.
"Yeah?" Clark could feel the blush creeping up the back of his neck.
"You didn't actually leave your jacket here, did you?" He was using the same condescending tone he uses with his kids when they lie to him.
"Uh, well ...No."
Clark would have felt like an idiot by now if it weren't for the fact that his brain was too focused on how Bruce's face was just inches away form his own. He could feel the faint heat radiating from Bruce's skin, and wanted desperately to close the distance between them, but his feet were frozen to the floor; Solid, unmoving. He stood there holding his breath, afraid he was going to do something wrong, that Bruce would disappear.
"So," Bruce muttered, taking another step towards him, "Why are you here?"
Bruce moved his hands slowly, so there was one resting on the wall on both sides of Clark's head.
He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say anything, Bruce brought their lips together, kissing him soft and sweet.
Clark's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly became lost in the feeling of Bruce's against him.
Clark was vaguely aware of Bruce's heart beating rapidly in his chest. He pulled away slightly, smiling as he took in the other man's face.
"What?" Bruce whispered, confused by the way Clark was staring at him. Clark just smiled his stupidly handsome farm boy smile, and Bruce's heart fluttered madly in his chest. "Nothin'," he said still smiling, "just lookin at how beautiful you are." Clark's smile grew wider still as he heard Bruce's heart rate increase yet again.
Suddenly, Clark grabbed Bruce by the waist and whirled them around so that Bruce was the one with his back against the wall. He let out a little huff of air as his back made contact with the cool stone. Bruce barely had time to register what had happened before Clark's body was back against his own. Their lips reconnected, moving faster, with more need.
A small moan escaped Bruce's lips. He could feel Clark's skin growing hot against him. He squeezed his mouth shut so he wouldn't let out another embarrassing sound as Clark began to kiss and bite his neck just hard enough to leave a line of tiny purple bruises from his jaw to the collar of his shirt. "Clark," Bruce breathed, his eyes squeezed shut.
He'd lost count of the amount of late-night shifts in the tower where his mind had wandered sleepily to thoughts of Clark in his arms, Clark playing with his kids, Clark in his bed- but now they were here, with Clark's lips pressed roughly against the skin of his collarbone, strong arms holding them pressed tightly together, Bruce realised how much he'd wanted this. Wanted him. He didn't know exactly when he'd realised it, but he was fairly sure he was in love with the man (Alien?) in front of him. And he had been for a while.
The sound of his name being breathed into his ear sent masses of butterflies into Clark's stomach. He didn't know exactly when he'd realised it, but he was fairly sure he was in love with the man in front of him. And he had been for a while.
He took a step backwards and ripped off Bruce's shirt, discarding the torn fabric into a crumpled pile on the floor. "Clark" Bruce breathed again, louder this time. His hands wound themselves tightly into other other mans curls as he dropped to his knees and began kissing every silvery scar on his torso following them like a path down towards his-
"AHEM"
Alfred cleared his throat from behind them.
Bruce's eyes flew open in a mixture of panic and surprise.
Clark was on his feet in seconds, smoothing his hair down and adjusting his glasses awkwardly
Despite the embarrassment and panic that was flowing through him, Bruce couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that Clark was now so far away. He looked so cute with the blush creeping into his cheeks.
"Alfred" Clark said, smiling easily; all hint of embarrassment had vanished from his features, and he was now addressing Alfred as if he had just walked in on the pair discussing the weather, not making out passionately against a wall made of priceless marble.
Alfred's eyes sparkled with quiet amusement, but his face remained expressionless "Master Kent" he said, bowing slightly, the corner of his lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile "Master Wayne" he bowed again. " I regret to inform you that i could not locate master Kent's jacket; however, it looks as though he got what he came for" Alfred winked at Bruce, and Clark choked on air; Alfred just chuckled in the way that old people do when they know more than you think they do."I'll have a bottle of your finest sent up to your room sir?" Alfred asked innocently. Bruce swallowed and then cleared his throat awkwardly " Er, yes Alfred" he said, glancing over at Clark, who just shrugged in bewilderment " That-that would be nice; thank you." Alfred nodded once. " Right you are sir," he bowed and began to make his way down the hall before he stopped and looked over his shoulder. " Oh and by the way sir, i have ... tidied your quarters a little. I hope you find them to your liking".
If eyes could have stars in them, Alfred would have a whole galaxy in his.They were shining with such quiet pride and pure mischief; it was as if Bruce and Clark were getting a glimpse of the Alfred from 60 years ago.
The pair just watched as Alfred continued to walk down the hall, neither of them quite sure what to say.
It was Bruce that broke the silence; years of going to his parents' social gatherings and then his own parties had taught him how to break awkward, or in this case, shocked, silences. He cleared his throat. "So," he began, taking Clark's hand in his own. Clark looked over at him, mildly surprised by the intimate action. He had found himself worrying that perhaps Bruce was having second thoughts after Alfred had caught them, but he was reassured by the kind way Bruce's eyes gazed up at him. "How would you feel if I invited you up to my room to see what sort of chaos Alfred has created?" Clark laughed his beautiful deep laugh and squeezed Bruce's hand. "Well," he said, smiling as he pulled Bruce closer to him again, lacing his arms around his waist and placing a gentle kiss on Bruce's lips, "we wouldn't want his hard work to go to waste, would we?" Bruce laughed quietly. "And I must say," Clark added, "I'm rather intrigued to see where the famous Batman sleeps."
"Are you now?" Bruce said, slipping into his Bat-voice.
"I am," Clark said grinning as he took off his fake glasses and dropped them in his pocket. "Race you?" he asked tauntingly.
"Well, that's hardly fair," Bruce began, but Clark was already off up the stairs in a blur of red and navy.
Bruce just rolled his eyes; an affectionate laugh burst from his chest, and he found himself running up the stairs after him.
--------------------------------
A FEW HOURS LATER
--------------------------------
"Master Bruce?" Alfred said, knocking on Bruce's bedroom door. Nobody answered. "Master Bruce? Master Kent? I have your second bottle of wine." He called, a little louder this time. Still, no answer. "Alright sirs, I'm coming in" he said, twisting the brass handle with one hand while supporting the tray of wine and bread sticks with the other. He entered the room to find Bruce and Clark both fast asleep on the sofa. Bruce was curled up on top of Clark, who had one arm curled over Bruce's torso and the other draping off the edge of the sofa, book still in his hand. Alfred smiled knowingly.He set the tray down on a nearby table and quietly made his way over to them.
carefully, he slid the book from Clark's grip and then re-positioned his arm so that it rested over Bruce's shoulders. Bruce stirred a little in his sleep, but Alfred had known him long enough to know he wasn't waking up anytime soon. He then walked over to Bruce's bed, which was looking a little worse for wear (he could have sworn he saw dents in the bedpost, but he tried not to look at them too much), and grabbed one of the less crumpled bed sheets. Alfred made his way back over to the sleeping men and draped it gently across them both, smiling to himself.
THE END :)