𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂[√]

3

Clark woke up the following day in an unfamiliar room. Shooting up in bed, he looked around and saw a head of raven hair lying next to him.

Suddenly, the other male rolled over, and Clark yelped and fell out of bed. The other man quickly sat up and looked over the edge of the bed at him, wide-eyed. "Who are you? What the fuck are you doing in my bed?" Bruce hissed, glaring down at him, and Clark rolled his eyes.

"Clark Kent, We met last night at the bar; I took you home," Clark said, standing.

He watched as the other male's eyes widened, and he looked down at himself to see he was just in his boxers. "Oh my god, did we have sex?" He exclaimed in horror and Clark chuckled, climbing onto the bed and moving so he was hovering over Bruce.

"If we had gone all the way you wouldn't be sitting up, you would feel it as soon as you woke up," Clark said and watched as Bruce turned red. "But we didn't, because your virginity is special and not something you should give up to some strange you met in the bar while drunk," Clark said before kissing Bruce deeply before climbing off the bed and leaving the room a few minutes later the front door opened and closed before Bruce finally blinked out of his dazed stay and groaned.

Rolling over, he grabbed his phone and checked his notifications. He saw that he had 20 missed calls and messages from Diana and a few emails from work. Checking his emails, he saw that there was a problem with one of his companies and that it needed to be investigated immediately. Sighing, He emailed the COO of the company that he would be sending some people to investigate the company and see why they were losing more money than their records were actually showing.

He then checked his voicemails and messages from Diana and rolled his eyes as all of them were about where he disappeared and if he finally got laid, and Bruce decided he wouldn't reply to any of her messages.

Climbing out of bed, he glanced at the clock and noticed that it was noon. Making his way down the stairs in his large home, he went to the kitchen. "Morning, Master Bruce," Alfred said as he entered. "I greeted your guest this morning as he left." the older man said. Bruce blushed.

"We didn't do anything though," Bruce said and Alfred raised a brow, "Really, we didn't, I told him I was a virgin and he backed off. Give me some talk about not hooking up with people in a bar." Bruce said, rolling his eyes and eating the slice of toast that Alred placed in front of him.

"Are you going into the office today?" Alfred asked, even though it was the weekend he often went into the office instead of staying home.

"I think I'll take the weekend off," Bruce said, picking up his juice and taking a sip as Alfred looked at him in shock. "What? I can take the weekend off once in a while," He huffed, and Alfred shook his head fondly before ruffling his hair and heading out of the kitchen.

Bruce stared at the counter in front of him, he can't believe he brought home a stranger from a bar.

He knew exactly why he did it; Diana had been going on and on about him being a virgin lately. It was starting to make him feel left out and odd when the others would talk about their relationships and sex, and he didn't have anything to share, and then they would tease him, and he would feel so odd.

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Word count: 616

Re-published: April 28, 2024, 12 pm

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