𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂[√]

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It was a month later, and Bruce took the Sunday off to lie in bed with his boyfriend.

Bruce had his arms wrapped around Clark's waist, his head buried in his neck, and the other ran his hand up and down his back.

"Are we getting up today?" Clark asked, and Bruce hummed. "I guess not, but I am getting kind of hungry."

"Fine," Bruce groaned, rolling out of the bed. "Let's go," he said, and Clark got up, pulled on his robe, and followed Bruce down the stairs.

Entering the kitchen, Clark spotted the morning paper sitting on the counter.

"Have you checked your phone yet?" He asked, and Bruce shook his head.

Clark hummed and went to the stove. He turned it on and placed a frying pot on it, planning to make bacon and eggs.

He had just set the oil in the pot to warm and stepped away when he heard a sniffle and spun around.

Bruce sat at the counter, the paper open before him as he read. Clark walked over and stood beside Bruce with a small smile on his face. He waited for the other to finish reading; Bruce placed the paper down and placed his face in his hand.

"Bruce," he said softly, and the man got up, went around the counter, and hugged Clark. "I take it. Do you like it?" He asked, and Bruce nodded.

"Best article I ever read," He replied, pulling away and wiping his eyes. "It literally felt like it was written from your heart and soul," He chuckled.

"I'm glad you loved it; I wanted to make it perfect so it would show how much I love and adore you," Clark replied, and Bruce blushed.

"I can't imagine what the others will say about this, but I'm happy you finally felt comfortable putting it out," He said before the smoke alarm went off. Clark quickly pulled away and rushed to the stove, grabbed the frying pan off the stove, and tossed it into the sink while Bruce watched with a slight smile on his face as Clark looked back at him with pink cheeks.

"Maybe we should have Alfred make us something?" The Billionaire asked with a raised brow, and Clark quickly nodded.

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After they had eaten something from their lunch that Alfred had made while shooting them, knowing looks and congratulating them on the article, the two were met outside the manor, taking a slow walk hand in hand.

They stopped by a fountain, and Bruce sat down on a bench while Clark went over to the fountain and looked down at the fish in the water. "So, cool," Clark said before he went back over to Bruce and sat beside him.

"Are you ready for what's to come with the article?" Bruce asked, and Clark glanced at him.

"I am, but," He started, and Bruce looked at him, "I want to do something, to kind of stir the media," he said, and Bruce raised a brow as Clark pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and got close. He kissed Bruce's cheek as he took a picture, then quickly typed away on his phone.

"Are you posting that?" He asked, and Clark nodded.

"Yep, just something to feed the fire," He said, showing Bruce the picture with a caption that said, 'If nothing lasts forever, then this will be my nothing.' He said, and Bruce shook his head with a small chuckle.

"You're so cheesy," He laughed, and Clark grinned. "So, you want this forever?" He asked,

"Forever and always," Clark replied, kissing him lightly on the lips.

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Word count: 584

published: April 28, 2024, 8 pm

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