THE CALLING

I'm Counting On You

Bruce groaned at the light that pierced through, even when his eyes were closed. He rubbed a hand on his face with a scowl and squinted his eyes open, only to see Alfred watch him as he stood by the curtains that were now drawn apart.

Bruce raised a brow at the look he gave him. Alfred cleared his throat and walked away with a shake of his head.

Bruce watched him walk out of the door, with a confused face and then decided it was time for him to get off his bed. He casually threw off the blanket that covered half of his body and flinched when his hand touched something warm... Like human skin...

He looked down and saw an arm wrapped around his torso. His eyes followed up the arm and he fell out of the bed when he saw Clark's sleeping face buried in his pillow.

He scurried back with a shocked expression when Clark squirmed awake, disturbed by all the commotion. When Clark noticed Bruce on the floor , a light chuckle escaped his lips. He rubbed the sleep off his face and smiled lazily as he propped his head up on his elbow.

"I didn't know you'd be this surprised to see me"

"What are you doing in my bed?" Bruce growled as he tried to mask his true expression with a glare.

"My city, my home, my bed... You really gotta make everything about you, huh? Well, I guess I have grown a habit of squeezing myself into what's yours", Clark snickered and sat upon the bed, as Bruce clicked his tongue and got himself off the floor with a roll of his eyes.

Clark watched as Bruce adjusted his robes and put on his slippers, all while he wore that deep scowl on his face. "Come on, Bruce. It's not like we did anything last night"

Bruce decided to ignore that statement.

"Or are you disappointed that we didn't do anything last night?" Clark snickered. "God, you're all flustered"

There, Bruce's thread of reason has snapped. He had had enough of Clark's stupid teasing. He hated it when Clark wasn't being his clumsy reporter self. Yes, he hated it when he was more superman-like. That part of Clark wasn't scared of the glare he sent him, that part of Clark was way more confident. And there was no way Bruce would win against him-- not in a physical fight, not in a verbal fight-- If Clark was being this way if he thought that would make Bruce feel embarrassed, it was time to prove him wrong.

He was called Gotham's prince for a reason.

Bruce fwipped his head up and gave Clark a scoff. As Clark watched with raised eyebrows, he took a few strides and was infront of him in no time.

"You think you can get under my skin with a few words? How adorable" his voice was low and smooth, the kind that could melt hearts. His breath was warm as he leaned in further against Clark's ear. "But I play a different game"

Clark's smile faltered for a moment as Bruce trailed his hand up his arm, his fingers barely brushing against his skin.

"Bruce, what are you doing?" Clark's breath hitched in his throat. He knew exactly what he was doing and he wasn't really asking for an answer. He just wanted to make sure this was real.

Bruce hummed. "Just proving a point" the warm breath tickled Clark's ear. "You think teasing is your domain? Let me show you how it's done"

Before Clark could even respond, Bruce's hand was on his chest and he gently pushed him back on the bed. He leaned over him, eyes locking on to his with an intensity that made Clark's insides twist.

"Look who's flustered now" he trailed a finger down Clark's chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Bruce, you're playing with fire--"

"Maybe" a lazy smile made its way to Bruce's face and Clark's heart skipped another beat. "But you seem to like the heat", he whispered with his lips barely brushing against Clark's, an awaited promise to what could come.

Just as Clark's eyes darkened with desire, Bruce's smirk grew and he pulled away, leaving Clark wanting more.

"Wha--" Clark held himself up on his elbows as Bruce started getting off of him.

"I should be getting ready for work" his smirk made Clark's eye twitch and a wave of satisfaction washed over Bruce's being.

However, as Bruce tried to get off the bed, Clark shot his hand out and grabbed his wrist in a strong yet gentle grip. In a swift motion, he flipped them over and Bruce let out a surprised gasp as he found himself under Clark, with his hands held in a strong grip above his head. His eyes widened, his usually calm demeanor leaving his features.

"Leaving so soon?", Clark loomed over him, his voice a mixture of amusement and excitement . "I don't think so".

Bruce's playful facade faltered and was replaced with surprise and a bit of nervous excitement. "Clark-- I was just teasing"

"Okay" Clark's grin was predatory as he showed no signs of letting Bruce squirm off of his grip. It was gentle, yet unyielding, a reminder of the immense strength he held in check.

He leaned down in a deliberate movement and whispered in Bruce's ear, his breath hot, "How does it feel, Bruce, to be the one flustered for a change?"

Bruce never knew his heart could pound this hard. Was all those times he trained his heart to remain calm no matter the circumstances in vain? Why was it ramming inside his ribs?

He clicked his tongue, annoyed by the deepening shade of red on him. "You won't always have the upper hand, Clark"

Clark cocked his head amusedly. "And?"

"I won't go easy on you when it's my time"

He chuckled at Bruce's childish declaration. "I don't expect you to" he planted a soft kiss on Bruce's forehead. "I'm counting on you"

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NOPE, I AIN'T DEAD , ATLEAST NOT YET LOLOL

THOUGHT I'D WRITE SOMETHING SINCE I HAVE BEEN LYING IN BED DOING NOTHING ALL DAY (NOT BECAUSE I'M LAZY, I CAME DOWN WITH A FEVER TT ... I ACTUALLY HAVE A LOTSA ASSIGNMENTS TO DOOO)

ANYYWAYYY HOPE YA'LL ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER, SORRY IF YOU DIDN'T LOL

BYEEE SEE YA'LL IN NEXT CHAPTERRR