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Clark realizes belatedly—super belatedly, like at work belatedly—that he was wearing Bruce’s cashmere pullover rather than his own (slightly too large) sweater from a growing collection of “ugly” holiday sweaters. In his defense, he had been running late that morning and just blindly grabbed the garment off the floor in his haste.
It had been the arched eyebrow and, “Nice sweater, Smallville,” from Lois that had clued him in. Clark’s sure he would have noticed how snuggly the fabric hugged his torso on his own before he got too far into the work day. There’s also the fact that the fabric smells unmistakably of Bruce and Clark can’t believe he hadn’t at least noticed that. Granted, the other man’s scent did cling to his skin the majority of the time these days. Usually, it was a source of comfort rather than a potential scandal in the making.
“Thanks,” had been his automatic response and her eyebrows climbed a little higher before she turned back to her work.
Well, there’s nothing to be done for it now, that’s for sure. Maybe he can fly to get a change of clothes at lunch, but if he’s missing from his desk this early in the day without a good excuse, Perry will be on his ass about it.
He sighs and tries to make himself a little smaller as he slinks to his desk, hoping to avoid as many interactions as possible.
“Kent!”
Clark flinches. No such luck.
“Wayne for you on line 4!”
Great. Clark sinks into his seat and lifts the phone from the receiver, cradling it against his jaw before he hits the blinking number and picks up. “Thank you for calling the Daily Planet. This is Clark Kent. How can I help you?”
“Hey.” Bruce’s voice is warm on the other end of the line and Clark can feel himself heating a little from the smooth velvet of his tone. “So…What’re you wearing, Kent?”
Clark’s face flushes at that and if his phone hadn’t been attached to his desk, he would have walked away to take the call somewhere a little more private. Somewhere a little more private where someone else couldn’t just accidentally pick up the line. “Bruce,” he knows he sounds exasperated and the soft laugh that he gets in response is definitely not helping the situation.
“The sweater that you left for me is really something. It’s…does Rudolph’s nose light up?” incredulity creeps into Bruce’s tone a little before he smoothes it over as carefully as most men would straighten wrinkles from their clothing. “I think you’ve stolen my cashmere.” The flirtatiousness from before is back.
“I—” he doesn’t know what to say, darn it. This is hardly the first time that Bruce has called him up on company time—and the Planet was never going to turn down a call from Bruce Wayne—but usually their conversations were a little bit more…professional when Clark was at work. If more for Clark’s sake than anything else. Bruce wasn’t going to get told off for flirting with his boyfriend on company time. “It was an accident.” Clark mutters.
Bruce laughs again at that and Clark can feel his face heating up further. “Alright. I’ll make you a deal, Kent. Have lunch with me today and I’ll bring Rudolph over.”
It’s really not fair that Bruce manages to be both sexy and infuriating simultaneously, but Clark finds himself nodding before he can get the words out. “Alright. I’ll see you later.”
“I’ll be right up.”
“It’s not even— Are you already here?” Clark can’t quite keep the incredulity from his tone even as he broadens his senses to search for Bruce’s familiar heartbeat.
“You can interview me before lunch. I’ll give you an exclusive on Wayne Tech’s latest project.”
“B.—Bruce I already know about Wayne Tech’s latest project.”
“Perks of dating the CEO, I guess. But your boss doesn’t know that, does he?”
Well, Bruce had him there. “…No.”
“Then it’s settled.” the voice comes from right next to him instead of through the phone and Clark jumps as if he hadn’t zeroed in on the man’s exact location the moment Bruce told him he was in the building.
“Gosh darn it, Wayne.” Clark clutches his chest in surprise to sell the moment. Though honestly, some of the surprise is genuine—when Bruce had said he’d bring the sweater, Clark had not expected the man to be wearing it. And it’s…well, it’s actually not that bad. He’s convinced that Bruce could make a burlap sack look good.
Bruce barely allows the shock to register before he’s curling his fingers around Clark’s bicep and pulling him to his feet, leaning in close as he leads them back the way he’d come. “You look so good in my clothes, baby.”
The words hang in the air between them, “but you’d look better out of them” heavily implied.
Clark struggles to keep his blush under control in front of his coworkers, but he doesn’t push Bruce away, despite how unprofessional this must look. It’s not exactly surprising for the Wayne Tech CEO to act inappropriate in public, but the genuine love and appreciation shining in his eyes when he looks at Clark is something the Kryptonian still isn’t used to.
They’re barely around the corner and out of sight of his colleagues when Bruce backs Clark into a supply closet, pressing him up against the wall as he captures his lips in a searing kiss. “Fuck, Clark.” Bruce breathes into the air between them. And then he’s leaning in for another kiss.