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“Oh come on, it is so warm . Why can’t we go in your pool?”
Bruce sighed, turning from where he was seated at his desk to see Clark standing near him. The hero stood in shorts and a loose shirt, unbuttoned so low he may as well have taken it off, a pout sat firmly on his annoyingly handsome face.
“I don’t use it.”
“So why have it?”
Bruce’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, fingers digging into his keyboard. “If you want to use it so badly, go ahead.”
Clark glanced down at his clothes. “I don’t have any swimwear with me, can I borrow some?”
Bruce paused. “I’m not sure where it is.”
Clark zoomed off, returning a minute later with some black swim shorts in his hand. “Got them. Sure you won’t join me?”
Bruce replied with a low hmm. Clark rolled his eyes.
“Suit yourself.” Bruce heard Clark zoom off again and sighed, shaking the images from his mind as he tried to go back to work.
Clark located the pool with ease, a bonus to being able to see through walls, and stared in awe as he stepped inside. The room was tall, walls and metal beams painted in deep greens and faded golds, leading up to a vast glass greenhouse style roof, beams of sunlight streamed down through them, bouncing off the water. Clark’s eyes landed on two sculptures near the pool, fountains of grecian ladies pouring water from vases, it flowed soothingly into the pool, which sat in the centre of the room, the light dancing across the water making it look irresistible.
Clark stripped and changed quickly, slipping into the cool water he sighed deeply, pushing off with a foot as he went boneless, letting himself float to the centre.
Back in the cave, Bruce sighed, his mind refusing to process the information in front of him, instead happily supplying him with images of Clark in the pool, his hair slicked back and starting to curl, the water running down his bronzed chest and dripping onto Bruce’s shorts that he knew would be the slightest bit snug.
Bruce blinked. His cursor blinked back at him. The screen to his right switched to the screensaver.
Bruce groaned and pushed back his chair, stomping from the cave.
He reached the indoor pool in record time, stepping silently inside as he spotted Clark floating on his back, his arms outstretched as the sun shone down in rays through the old roof, landing in strips of gold over Clark’s blissed out face.
Bruce dared to move closer, knowing Clark would sense his presence. He was proven right as Clark blinked open his eyes, moving until he was back to treading water, staring straight at Bruce.
“Changed your mind?”
Bruce shook his head, coming closer to the edge as Clark rested his arms over the side.
“I don’t have anything to wear.” Bruce replied as he crouched down. “You took my only pair.”
“Are you honestly telling me that the man with forty black shirts only has one pair of trunks?”
“I told you, I don’t use the pool.”
Clark launched himself up on his hands, Bruce meeting him in a kiss halfway. He felt a wet hand grip his arm and shoved Clark away as he started to tip forward.
“Oh, don’t you dare.”
Clark let himself drop back into the water, cheeky grin firmly in place. “Take your clothes off then.”
Clark pushed back from the poolside as Bruce stood up, he saw Clark push a hand through his hair, damp curls bouncing back into place.
Bruce’s stomach flopped.
“I’m waiting.” Bruce glared at Clark’s raised eyebrow and huffed before quickly undoing his shirt buttons, dropping it to the floor and starting on his trousers.
“I’m keeping these on.” Bruce said as he kicked his trousers and socks away, pointing at his boxers.
Clark shrugged with a smile. “Sure, whatever. Coming in?”
Bruce paused at the edge for a moment before letting out a resigned sigh, slipping down into the water. Clark floated over to him and took a hold of his hips, pulling him into a kiss. Bruce wrapped his arms around Clark’s shoulders, only breaking away with the need to breathe overpowered him.
“Now… isn’t this better?”
Bruce had to agree, but merely hummed as he buried his face in Clark’s neck.
“I can’t believe you don’t come down here, it’s beautiful.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was in here.” Bruce said quietly, a wistful tone in his voice. Clark frowned at the soft wistful expression on Bruce’s face as he stared around the room.
“I haven’t overstepped here, have I?”
Bruce looked back to Clark and shook his head softly. “No, it just; has memories.”
Clark didn’t push, holding Bruce’s hips firmly until he chose to speak again.
“It was my Mother’s. My Father made it for her, the building was already here obviously, but he converted it into a pool for her. Thinking of it, the last time I was down here was probably with her. After… I didn’t want to come down here anymore. It didn’t feel the same.”
“B, you should’ve said.”
Bruce shook his head again, moving closer to Clark. “She’d have been thrilled someone was using it.” Bruce said with a smile. “Even if he is a dork.” He added with a smirk. Clark rolled his eyes with a grin, pulling Bruce in for a kiss.
"Well... feels a bit inappropriate to say what I was hoping we'd do down here now. Wouldn't want to offend your mother."
Bruce raised his eyebrow. "Oh, yeah?" He noticed the glint in Clark's eyes. "Oh, you've been supercharging down here."
Clark glanced up at the roof with a shrug, Bruce pecked a kiss against his lips. "I wouldn't worry, she would've liked you. I like you."
Clark smiled softly. “I like you too.” He whispered, before leaning in for a kiss. The two stayed that way for a while, the room quiet save for the soft trickling water from the fountains, their hushed mutterings in between kisses. Eventually Clark led them both to the edge, laying down on the side of the pool he invited Bruce to join him, the cool tiles feeling like heaven on Bruce’s back.
Clark slotted himself into Bruce’s side, a warm hand on his thigh as Bruce tucked an arm behind his head. The sky changed above them as they lay on the tile, a deeper orange haze filled the panes as Clark’s fingers drew soft circles on Bruce’s thigh, the numbing feeling mixed with the heat of the body next to him and Bruce found himself dozing, until Clark leaned in, pressing a soft kiss into the sensitive skin beneath his ear.
“Enjoying the pool now?” He asked quietly.
Bruce took in the man next to him, from the soft damp curls on his head, his easy smile, his body long since dried but still glistening in that unique way it did when Clark was sun drenched and smiled, closing his eyes as he lay his head back on his arm.
“I could get used to it.”