𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂[√]

8

When Clark and Bruce got back to the house they made their way to Bruce's room in silence. Clark sat on the bed as Bruce pulled off his button-front shirt and left himself in only a T-shirt.

"So, how long did you know?" Clark asked nervously.

"Since the first week," Bruce smirked, walking closer to Clark and leaning over him. "Your disguise is just a pair of classes; it wasn't hiding much," Bruce said, pecking his lips before heading into the en suite bathroom.

Clark sat on the bed. As the shower turned on, he heard the shower door open and close.

Standing, Clark made his way to the bathroom and quickly stripped before opening the door. "Mind if I join you," He said as he closed the door.

"Clark," Bruce turned around and looked up at him as Clark's eyes roamed over his body.

Clark went over to Bruce and wrapped his arms around the billionaire. He felt the other male stiffen and kissed the side of his head.

"Shh, I'm not doing anything." He whispered, "Just going to help you wash up," He said, grabbing the loofa from the book and the wall and soaping it before he started to wash Bruce who stood there in shock washing him.

"Relax," Clark said, and Bruce sighed.

Clark finished washing Bruce and rinsed off before doing the same to himself. They stepped out and wrapped a towel at his waist before pulling Bruce out of the shower and towel-drying the other before wrapping it around his waist and sending him out of the bathroom room.

He found a spare toothbrush under the sink and quickly brushed his teeth before exiting the bathroom. He saw Bruce sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him in red silk pajamas and clean boxers.

"You can sleep in these," Bruce said and Clark quickly pulled the clothes on as Bruce pulled the sheets back on the bed.

"So, I guess I'm sleeping here, or is the privilege saved for your bar friends," Clark teased, and Bruce glared playfully before tossing a pillow at him, which he caught.

"Yes, you're sleeping unless you would rather sleep on the floor," Bruce replied, and Clark made his way over to the bed. He climbed into the bed and waited for Bruce to climb in before he shuffled over and wrapped an arm around him.

"So, Batman and Superman are in bed together. I never saw that coming," He said, and Bruce huffed and rolled over to look up at him.

"You've been here before, Clark," he said before reaching up and running his fingers through Clark's wavy hair.

"Clark, you know we're going to have to come out to the world someday, right?" Bruce asked.

"I know, but I am the press, so I'll be the one to write it and release it," Clark said, and Bruce smiled.

"Well, get writing," Bruce said, and Clark leaned up on his elbows and looked down at the other man. "We're superheroes, Clark. Anything can happen at any given time, so I don't want to hide what we have from the world. As soon as you finish the article and feel like it's perfect, you can release it whenever you want to." Bruce said.

"You're leaving it up to me to decide when our relationship goes public? You wouldn't want to read it and approve it?" He asked, and Bruce shook his head.

"I trust you," Bruce said, "And you are a great writer. Besides, my life has been in the spotlight since I was born, in every so-called relationship they thought I'd had. I'm a virgin, and yet I was the Playboy of the Year for five. So whenever you're comfortable and ready to tell the public, you can," Bruce said, and Clark swooped down and kissed him.

"Thank you for trusting me with this," He said, and Bruce gave him a small smile before closing his eyes.

"Trust builds a relationship; now sleep," Bruce said.

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Word count: 647

Re-published: April 28, 2024, 5 pm

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