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“Close your eyes.”
“I can't.”
“Close your eyes.” The words are repeated, the tone sterner.
“I can't, Arthur. I can't sleep.”
“I haven't seen you try!”
“I've been trying for weeks.”
There’s a dramatic pause. “You haven't slept in weeks and you didn't call me?”
Clark dips his head and heaves out a sigh. His whole frame sinks with the movement and he shrugs. “You've been busy with everything going on in Atlanta…” He trails off and shrugs again.
“Kal-El!” Arthur snaps louder. “Close your fucking eyes! Now!”
His true name on the Atlantian's lips sends an involuntary shiver down his spine. The tone of voice does things to him as well and he clears his throat. But he nods and leans back. He feels a hand on his shoulder and he’s being yanked. He doesn’t fight Arthur’s hold as he’s suddenly pulled into the man’s lap. He’s not a stranger to being in Arthur’s lap and his cheeks might be a shade or two pinker thinking about the last time. He clears his throat and stiffens and feels hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest.
“Close your eyes.” Arthur repeats, his voice softer and more gentle. “Just relax, big guy, and let me take care of you.”
“I… I can’t…” Clark starts, stumbling over the words.
“Clark…” Arthur says softly, touching his hand to the man’s forehead. He slowly combs his fingers through the dark, short hair. “Give in and relax, baby.”
Clark sighs at the endearment and swallows. “I… I’m trying… I promise. I swear I am.”
Arthur tilts his head. “Do you trust me?” He asks, his tone curious.
“Arthur…” Clark starts.
“Do you trust me?” Arthur repeats, interrupting him.
Clark blinks up at him and answers without hesitation. “Yes.”
Arthur smiles as he continues, slowly dragging his fingers through Clark’s hair. He starts humming, soft and low. It’s a tune he remembers but he’s not sure from where. But it helps calm him and he hopes it helps Clark. Slowly - very, very, very slowly - he thinks he can feel Clark’s resistance weaken. He can feel the man relax into his lap, feel the weight of him sinking against him. He smiles as he watches the way Clark’s eyebrows soften. “Told you.”
Clark’s eyes snap open and he stares up at the other man blankly. “Arthur…”
“Sorry!” Arthur says quickly and resumes his petting and humming. “Just close your eyes and try again.”
“You’re the one who ruined it.” Clark says with a sulky tone.
“Close your eyes!” Arthur snaps. “And fucken sleep!”