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Bruce slowly opened his eyes to the bright morning light streaming through the open curtains of his bedroom windows. He blinked through the brightness, stretching out his limbs individually. He swung his legs to the side, preparing to sit up.

Bruce wondered whether he should look over at the other side of the bed. Maybe- just maybe… No, he shouldn’t look yet, Bruce didn’t think he could handle it. He rolled into a sitting position, tangled sheets pooling around his waist. Taking a deep breath, Bruce glanced over his shoulder to the other side of his bed.

Empty again.

He sighed. He should have known better, especially by now. Reaching up towards the ceiling, Bruce waited to hear the satisfying crack in his back. It never came. Another disappointment on top of an already disappointing morning.

He stood up and padded into the bathroom softly. Bruce was expecting this. It happened every morning since he started sleeping with him, but it didn’t make looking at the empty sheets any less heartbreaking. He turned on the shower, letting the cold water wash away the smell of sex and sweat from the night prior.

Bruce had tried so many times to keep him there, in bed, with him. He would cling to his broad chest. Holding on so tightly that it would’ve hurt a normal person, but he wasn’t a normal person, not at all. Bruce let out a short amused huff, blowing water droplets off his nose.

It seemed so inherently simple, to want your lover there when you wake up in the morning. To just lay there for a moment and watch the rise and fall of their chest as they sleep peacefully in your sheets, on your mattress, in your room. Bruce wanted so badly to look over and see his dark curls fan over his pillow in the morning, but without fail, Bruce rose alone.

Bruce felt so happy and complete as he fell asleep next to him, but completely hollow inside when he woke up alone again and again. Could he just ask him, ask him to stay the night? Could Bruce muster up the courage to ask this gorgeous boy to not leave him alone when it came morning?

Bruce pushed down that inkling of hope as he turned off the shower. He had a long day in front of him and an even longer night. Dressing himself in the suit that Alfred set out the night before, Bruce looked at himself in the mirror. The outline of a hickey sat above the collar of his grey turtleneck. He reached up a hand to graze the ghost of lips that were on his neck the night before.

If he could love his body enough to leave marks that would show when morning came around, why couldn’t he love Bruce enough to stay too.

Bruce dropped his hand, deciding to leave the mark there. It fit with his playboy image anyway. Leaving his bedroom, he headed downstairs and made his way to the kitchen.

“Jason, give me back my laptop! I have class in an hour!”

“You said I could borrow it for my presentation!”

Bruce sighed heavily before joining his family for breakfast. Inside the kitchen, his eldest was chasing Jason around the island, ducking and weaving around Alfred, who was still cooking breakfast. Dick dove onto the counter, knocking off a vase of flowers.

Bruce lunged forward to catch it in his arms, not spilling a drop. Setting it down on the counter firmly, he shared an exasperated sigh with Alfred.

“Boys!” The two quarreling siblings paused their fighting at the sound of their adoptive father raising his voice. Bruce rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache coming on. “Dick, tell me why you are chasing Jason around the kitchen when you should be eating breakfast.”

Dick slid off the counter slowly, standing up to his full height. “I need my laptop for class and Jason is holding it hostage.”

“I also need it for class!” Jason protested, wrapping his arms tighter around the laptop. “Dick promised I could borrow his laptop for my history presentation.”

“Did you?” Bruce raised an eyebrow at the older boy.

Dick’s mouth pursed. “Yes,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

Bruce nodded. “I think you know what you need to do, chum.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Fine. Jason, you can use my laptop for today.” But Jason wasn’t listening to him.

“B?” His eyes were squinted, clearly looking at something. “What’s that bruise on your neck? I don’t remember that being there last night after patrol.” Dick’s eyes widened when he saw what Jason was looking at.

“B! Did you get some last night?” Dick asked incredulously. Bruce froze. “Who was it? Catwoman? Talia?”

“Neither.” Bruce coughed.

Jason cocked his head to the side. “Then who?”

Alfred set down his spatula with a loud clatter. “Master Dick! Master Jason! Please refrain from asking your father about his romantic partners in my kitchen.”

“Sorry, Alfie.”

“Yeah, sorry Alfred.”

Alfred set two plates in front of the boys’ usual seats at the counter. “Now eat up, I have to take you to school in a few minutes.” Bruce sent Alfred a thankful look before walking over to the refrigerator to grab one of his special shakes.

Passing by his sons on the way out of the door, he pressed a kiss to each of their heads. “Be good for Alfred.”

“Bye, B!” Jason called out as he left the kitchen.

Bruce smiled softly walking out the front door and clambering into his vintage collectable car to drive himself to Wayne Enterprises. Bruce enjoyed driving himself to work. It was a chance for him to be alone and think about the day in front of him. He had a press conference this afternoon announcing a new product from Wayne Tech. He needed to play up the foolishness of Brucie Wayne this time, especially after a certain reporter quoted him saying something somewhat intelligent by accident.

Speaking of certain reporters, Bruce hoped he wouldn’t be there that afternoon. He would prefer Lane or Lombard or even the sly wittiness of Cat Grant. Anyone but him.

But of course, Bruce’s wishes didn’t come true, along with everything else he had wished for last night, clinging onto his body until he fell asleep. Bruce had seen him enter the room, dark curls and thick dark glasses fading in and out of the crowd of frenzied reporters.

His heart was his biggest betrayer because Bruce simply couldn’t pull his eyes away from him the entire time. He watched as he sat down next to other notable reporters from respected papers. He watched as he listened intently to a person from Research & Development give Bruce an introduction, scribbling down notes in his tiny notebook. He watched as Bruce, himself stood at the podium, introducing the new product to the world.

When Bruce opened the floor for questions, the crowd of reporters launched into a series of shouted questions. Bruce answered each one as lazily as he could manage. In the corner of his eye, he saw him raise his hand for a question. His deep blue eyes staring him down, daring him to call on him.

Bruce ignored his hand, instead calling on the woman next to him. After the conference, some of the reporters were still milling around, hoping to get a private scoop, the man who kissed him last night like there was no tomorrow included.

Bruce Wayne could’ve easily snuck out of the room, but Brucie Wayne had to make small talk, so when he cut into Bruce’s conversation with a reporter from the Gotham Gazette, he wasn’t surprised.

“Hello.” He stuck out his hand for him to shake as if Bruce hadn’t grasped it as if his life depended on it last night. “Clark Kent, Daily Planet. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, Mr. Wayne?”

Bruce gave him once over before shaking his hand. “Not at all, Carl.”

He watched as his lover blinked twice, tightening his grip on Bruce’s hand, obviously bothered. “It’s Clark, sir.”

“My apologies.” Bruce tried to squeeze out some sincerity. “You had a question?”

“Yes.” He flipped through his notepad for a second, watching the other reporter leave their area. He looked up at Bruce, eyebrow raised high. “Seriously, Carl? We have met in these identities before.”

“Little ol’ Brucie wouldn’t remember your name,” Bruce muttered under his breath. “Do you actually have a question for me?”

Clark shook his head. “No, not really. I’ve already gotten what I needed.” He looked down at his notepad, pretending to write something down, a rehearsed pattern that they’ve used over time to converse freely with each other.

“Just wanted to talk with me, huh?” Bruce smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. “I appreciate it Clark, I really do.”

“Get over yourself,” Clark rolled his eyes. “If I remember correctly, last night you were pretty appreciative of my dic–” Clark paused, probably hearing something far away. He snapped his notebook shut. “Sorry B, I gotta go,” he smiled apologetically. “Duty calls. I’ll see you around sometime, right?”

“Yeah…” Bruce whispered, watching Clark leave the room, his hand half-raised in goodbye. “I’ll– I’ll see you.”

And just like that, his lover was gone again, just as quickly as he came. Bruce excused himself to retreat to his office, plopping down on his cushy office chair. His hands raked through his mussed hair, messing it up even more. Jesus Christ, he needed to get a grip. He couldn’t just let some guy, despite how kind and beautiful he was, just waltz into his life and mess with his head like this.

Bruce’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out. It was Diana, a perfect distraction. Accepting the call, he held the device up to his ear. “Good afternoon, Diana. How are you?”

“Who are you and what have you done with Bruce Wayne?” Diana teased. “You never answer my calls on the first try.”

He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk. “You’re always telling me to try new things, thought I’d actually give it a try this time.”

Diana snorted. “Funny, Prince of Stubbornness trying something new.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “Anyway, just to let you know, your ecoterrorist and her clown are here in Themyscira.”

“Harley and Ivy?” Bruce remembered them saying something about a vacation the last time they talked. “They don’t normally do large crime outside of Gotham, but I’d keep an eye on them just in case.”

“I’ll let our warriors know,” Diana said, letting an awkward silence fall between them.

Bruce bit the inside of his cheek. “Anything else?”

“You’re avoiding something, aren’t you?” Diana asked, having clearly read him like a book. Bruce wondered whether he should tell her or not. How would your best friend react to finding out your other best friend was railing you in bed every night this past week?

“Yes.” Bruce sighed, giving in. “It’s about Kal.”

Diana hummed. “What about him?”

Bruce cleared his throat. “I’ve started to uh– court Kal for about a few months now.”

“Okay.” The Amazonian princess was never really the type to make a big deal out of things, one of the things Bruce liked the most about her. “Is that it, Bruce? Because then that deserves a congratulations. I’m very happy for the two of you.”

“No,” he chucked, “Not quite. Uh, I think Kal doesn’t–” Bruce took a deep even breath, exhaling slowly. “I don’t think Kal feels the same way.” The line fell quiet, reminding Bruce of the morning in his room.

“How so?” Diana asked, breaking the silence.

Bruce took his feet off the desk, leaning forward onto his elbows. “Diana, he leaves every night. He’s never there when I wake up. I–” He let out a sigh. “I really like him. He’s made me feel things that nobody else has made me feel and I’m afraid I ruined it all before it even got a chance to start.”

“Does he know that?”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Was it possible that Bruce may have forgotten to tell Clark that he wanted a relationship? He may have been a little, maybe, perhaps a tiny bit distracted by the amazing sex. The first time they slept together was a bit of a frenzied rush, you know, hormones and all, and the second time, and the third time…

“Thank you, Diana,” Bruce stood up quickly, pushing the chair aside. “I know what I need to do now.”

“I figured,” Diana laughed. “Good luck, Bruce.”

Bruce raced out of his office. If he was going to put his plan into action by tonight then he needed to leave now. He waved goodbye to his assistant, issuing a series of apologies and ran into the elevator. Taking his phone out of his suit jacket, he dialed Alfred.

Shoving his hand into his pocket, Bruce waited for his butler to pick up. “Hey Alfred, I need you to do something for me.”

★・・・・・・★

Bruce stood alone on his balcony, leaning against the iron railing. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the magnolia tree that sat to the right of his bedroom. He watched as the white petals swirled softly to the ground. Suddenly, a gust of cool air brushed past him, sending white petals flying into the evening sky, signaling him that his lover had arrived.

“Clark,” Bruce greeted, turning around.

The alien smiled brightly, his cheek dimples that Bruce adored appearing on his face. “Hi,” he whispered softly, taking a step closer to Bruce. Clark’s head ducked down, his lips hovering over Bruce’s for a second before sweeping him up into a passionate kiss.

Oh how Bruce loved to be kissed like this, wrapped in between Clark’s strong arms. He was almost tempted to abandon his plan and let Clark do what he wanted to him until they both pass out from exhaustion.

But then Bruce would wake up alone. Again.

Bruce patted Clark’s chest to tell him to stop. Clark pulled away, a visible look of confusion on his face. “Is something wrong?” he asked. “I thought that was why you called me here all of the sudden.”

Bruce pulled away from Clark’s body, reaching out to intertwine their fingers together. “Nothing is wrong,” he reassured him. “Just before we get to that portion of the evening, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me.”

Clark’s eyes widened for a split second in surprise. “Yeah.” His shoulders relaxed. “That would be nice.” He squeezed Bruce’s hands, warmth spreading into his cold fingers. “What about your boys?”

“They’re already on patrol.” Bruce waved his hand. “So it’ll be just us, if that’s alright with you.”

“Cool,” Clark said, visible confusion still etched on his face. He let Bruce lead him inside his room and into the hall. Clark looked around at the manor’s ornate walls, a little bit in awe. He glanced at Bruce who was watching him intently. “Sometimes I forget you live like this. I normally only see the cave and your bedroom.”

“We should make an attempt to fix that,” Bruce smiled slyly. “Grand tour after dinner. I’ll show you the whole house.”

“Oh.” Clark’s eyebrows rose, probably catching on to Bruce’s suspicious behavior. His face morphed back into the flirty one from earlier. “I hope the tour ends in your room.”

“It might,” Bruce shrugged his shoulders. “It might not,” he added, opening the door to the dining room. Clark shuffled inside, obviously trying to ignore the fact that the room was only lit by candlelight. Bruce walked to the edge of the long table where two place settings were laid out, pulling out one of the chairs. “Come sit, Clark.”

Clark unfroze. “Oh– okay.” He walked over to the pulled out chair and sat down in it, letting Bruce push it in. Bruce made his way to the other place setting and took a seat. A bucket of ice with a wine bottle in it sat to the side of him.

“Glass of wine?” Bruce asked, pulling the bottle out of the ice. “1987 Merlot. A very good year, I’m told.”

Clark tilted his head to the side. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying Clark’s state of confusion. “Uh. No, thank you.” He laughed nervously. “I fear it might be wasted on me since I can’t get drunk.”

Bruce returned the bottle to its bucket. “I’ll ask Alfred to get us some water when he brings in dinner.” As if summoned by hearing his name, Alfred opened the door, pushing a cart with two silver domes on it.

“Good evening Master Bruce,” Alfred greeted, picking up one of the domes to put in front of Bruce. He noticed Clark sitting across from him. “Ah, Master Clark, it is good to see you.”

“You as well, Alfred.” Clark smiled back.

The butler turned to Bruce. “I hope you have found your request up to your standards so far.” It was a swift movement, but Bruce could’ve sworn he winked at him.

“Everything has been great so far, Alfred. Thank you.” Bruce nodded. “Could we get some water for the table? We’ve decided to skip on the wine tonight.”

The butler picked up the ice bucket, setting it down gracefully on his cart, “Right away, sir,” and left as quickly as he came.

Bruce looked back at Clark who was staring at the silver domes. Bruce stood up and leaned over the table, picking up the lids.

“Grilled cheese and tomato soup?” Clark asked.

“Yeah,” Bruce said, turning away from the table to put lids on the credenza. “You mentioned it was your favorite meal a while back.” Bruce sat back down and grinned at Clark’s shocked but excited face. “It might not be as good as your mom’s cooking, but I hope it will be close.”

He watched as Clark picked up a half, dipped it into the soup and took a bite. Clark’s face immediately lit up.

“Good?”

“So good,” Clark sighed with his mouth full.

“Good.” Bruce picked up one of his own halves. “How was your day?”

Clark coughed loudly. Alfred walked in with a decanter of water and slipped out. Bruce quickly poured some water into one of the wine glasses and forced it into Clark’s hand. “Here, take a drink.”

Clark took the glass gratefully and took a sip. He took a deep breath and set down the glass on the table. “Good, uh. It was good.” Clark looked down at his plate. “I spent most of the morning writing an article about the ribbon cutting of the Metropolis Museum of Science.”

“I heard about that,” Bruce mentioned, taking a sip of water. “Strange that a city as large as Metropolis didn’t have a science museum until now.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Clark looked up. “But it turns out that there were just issues with zoning laws.” Bruce nodded, all too familiar with the tangled mess that is Metropolis zoning laws. “Then, Lois and I popped out for lunch at a restaurant down the street before I had to take the train to attend your press conference in Gotham.”

“I hoped you enjoyed it,” Bruce said.

Clark smiled softly. “I did.” He took another bite of his grilled cheese. “How about you? How was your day?”

“Uneventful,” Bruce rolled his eyes. “Had to stop a fight between Jason and Dick over a laptop. Then I went to work and had a press conference.”

“Is Dick still…”

“Acting like a hormonal teenager?” Bruce suggested.

Clark picked up his spoon. “I wouldn’t have put it like that, but yeah.”

“Yes,” Bruce sighed. “I’m trying not to be overbearing, that’s why he dropped out of college the first time. But it’s hard, I just want him to be successful.”

Clark stirred his soup, the spoon clinking against the porcelain. “Weren’t you the same way when you were his age?”

Bruce pursed his lips and nodded. “Touche, Kent. Touche.”

A moment of silence passed between them, both men picking at their dinner. Clark was the one who broke the silence. “What is with you today?” Clark asked, setting down his utensil. “I’m sorry. This is really weird for me–”

Bruce cut him off. “Clark– I’m sorry.”

“What?”

Bruce shifted his gaze away from the reporter. “Clark, I like you. I really like you.” He paused, trying to find his next words. “But I’ve been so caught up with the sex and the notion that somebody like you… “ Bruce looked up, gesturing at Clark, “would want somebody like me, that I forgot to create a foundation for this relationship to stand on.”

Clark watched him intently from his seat, remaining silent.

“I–I’ve been treating you like a booty call, Clark!” The Kryptonian snorted. Bruce rested his head on his hand. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

“No,” he said in between giggles. “Continue.”

Bruce stretched his hands across the table, motioning Clark to hold them. “Clark, I want to build something real with you.” He took a moment and squeezed his hands. “I want to be your boyfriend.” Bruce let go for a second, picking up the wrapped box that was sitting on the chair next to him. “Which is why I got you this.” He passed it over to Clark, watching the other man turn it over in his hands.

Clark ripped the paper open, letting it fall on the table.

“A toothbrush?”

Clark looked up at Bruce. “I was hoping you could stay the whole night next time,” Bruce smiled shyly. “I was going to get you toothpaste too, but I didn’t know which one you preferred.”

Clark stood up abruptly and walked around the table, wrapping his arms tightly around Bruce. Bruce returned the embrace, rubbing Clark’s back slowly. “Yes,” Clark whispered. “I’ll be your boyfriend.”

Bruce pulled away excitedly. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Clark smiled widely. Bruce grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled Clark into a long kiss. The kiss wasn’t rough like it had been in the past. Instead it was sweet and light, marking a new beginning between them.

★・・・・・・★

Following dinner, Bruce made good on his promise and gave Clark a tour of the manor, stopping in every room and letting Clark take a good long look at everything. He tried explaining some of the historical aspects to some of their art pieces but gave up halfway through when he confused a Manet for a Monet.

The tour did end with a stop in Bruce’s bedroom as Clark had hoped, but instead of a night ending with sex, Bruce and Clark just made out in bed like teenagers.

After Clark broke in his new toothbrush (with Bruce sneaking in some minty kisses afterward), Clark and Bruce snuggled in for bed in Bruce’s California King. Bruce propped himself up on his elbow. “So, how’s the bed?” he asked, brushing a hand across Clark’s forehead.

“Better with you in it,” Clark winked. Bruce tried to push him away but Clark’s arms snaked around his waist and pulled him closer, the two of them giggling quietly.

Bruce let his head settle, burrowed in the crook of Clark’s neck. “I have a question for you,” Bruce said, snuggling closer. “Why would you never stay the whole night?”

Clark looked away for a moment. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing,” he muttered. “Before we slept together for the first time, I had the world’s biggest crush on you. It was a whole thing. We don’t need to get into the details.”

“I don’t know,” Bruce smirked. “I think the details are a little important.”

Clark rolled his eyes before continuing. “After we did it, you fell asleep before I could ask you what this,” he pointed to the two of them, “meant to you. Was it just a one time thing or did you actually like me back too?”

“I did,” Bruce interrupted.

“You did,” Clark nodded, acknowledging him. “But at the time, I was wondering if I had ruined our friendship. So, I left.” Clark kissed the top of Bruce’s head. “I’m sorry that was really dumb of me,” he whispered.

“But why did you leave the second time? Or the third?”

“You kinda touched on this earlier, actually,” Clark said. “We never really defined our relationship and I, honestly, was just lucky that you still wanted me around, so I would always take what I could get.” He sighed. “Leaving was easier than asking you to define the relationship.”

Bruce reached for Clark’s hands, lacing their fingers together. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way.” He squeezed his hand.

“It’s okay,” Clark squeezed back. “I think we need to get better at talking to each other.”

“Yes,” Bruce smiled softly. “Yes we do.”

Bruce doesn’t remember when they stopped talking that night. He might have fallen asleep first, or Clark might have. All he knew is that when he woke up the next morning, there was someone laying next to him.

Bruce sat up and stretched, his back cracking. He looked over to Clark who was sleeping peacefully on the pillow next to him. Leaning down he pressed a chaste kiss on his tanned back.

“Good morning, Kal,” he whispered, pressing another kiss just to the right of the one he just made. Clark stretched out and groaned, rolling over to face Bruce.

“Hi,” he replied sleepily.

Bruce kissed his boyfriend on the lips. “Alright, I've got to get ready for work.” He swung his legs to the side of the bed, but before he could get up he felt two arms wrap around his waist

“No,” Clark whined. “Stay in bed.”

Bruce pulled away from Clark’s grasp, standing up. He shook the alien’s arm gently. “You’ve gotta go to work, too.”

Clark rubbed his eyes, groaning. “Alright, pass me my glasses.” Clark eventually sat up, his eyes following Bruce as he darted in and out of his closet.

“Don’t you have better things to do than watch me get dressed?” Bruce teased, fiddling with a stubborn button on his shirt.

Clark leaned back on his hands, smiling slyly. “Nah,” he drawled, tilting his head to the side. “I think I’ll stay here.” Bruce grabbed the closest item he could get his hands on and threw it at the alien. Clark caught the shoe before it smacked him in the face. “What was that for?” he asked, lowering his arm.

Bruce shrugged, trying to hold back a smile. “Just because.” Clark frowned, narrowing his eyes. Before Bruce could even finish buttoning his shirt, Clark scrambled out of bed, and wrapped his arms around Bruce, lifting him off his feet.

“Put me down!” Bruce cried in between fits of laughter.

Clark grunted, trying to keep a hold of Bruce as he was attempting to get loose. “Not until you give me a kiss.”

“Never.” Bruce wriggled one of his arms out of Clark’s grasp. “Not in a million years, Boy Scout.” He kicked back on Clark’s shin, causing him to lose his balance and send the two of them falling on the floor. Bruce finally broke free from Clark, clambering on top of him and pinning his arms above his head.

Clark, pinned underneath him, looked Bruce up and down hungrily. “C’mon,” he said quietly. “You know you want to.”

Bruce scoffed. “You wish.” He leaned down, brushing his nose against Clark’s. “But, lucky for you, you are right.” Bruce caught Clark’s lips, kissing him senseless.

“Eww!”

The two men looked up abruptly to where the voice came from. Dick and Jason stood in the doorway to Bruce’s room. Dick was covering his brother’s face with his hands. Behind his hands, Jason had his tiny face scrunched in disgust. Thank god they were clothed or else Bruce may have to start paying for a therapist.

“Hey guys,” Clark said slowly, waving shyly at the two boys.

Jason pried his brother’s hand off his face, pushing it aside. “Uncle Clark!” His eyes widened in shock.

Dick pushed Jason out of the doorway towards the stairs despite his protests. “You two,” he pointed at Bruce and Clark who were getting off the floor, “need to learn how to lock a door. Put a sock on the doorknob or something.” He left before Bruce could even apologize.

Bruce glanced at Clark. “Sorry about that.” He shuffled closer to him, brushing their shoulders against each other. “Hey,” he smiled weakly, “at least we don’t have to tell them now.”

“I don’t know if I can look Jason in the eyes anymore,” Clark said gravely.

Bruce rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we were doing anything wrong.” He pointed at the t-shirt he let Clark borrow last night. “We were decently clothed.”

Clark opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with an argument. He slumped onto Bruce’s shoulder in defeat. “Ugh, you’re right.”

“I normally am.” Bruce lifted Clark’s head into his hands. “Mind closing the bedroom door?” he asked, giving him a quick kiss.

Clark pulled away for a second before kissing Bruce again. “Yeah, I can do that.” He smirked. “I can do a lot of things.”

Bruce pressed a hand to Clark’s face and pushed him away. “I’m regretting this decision already.” Clark grasped Bruce’s hand and pulled him off his face.
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“No, you aren’t.” Clark put his hands on Bruce’s hips. “You love me.”

Bruce wrapped his arms around Clark’s neck. “I do, don’t I?”