Bruce wakes up to a loud crash.
"Everything's okay!" Quickly follows.
Bruce rolls over, dragging the crumpled sheets along with him. He grabs his phone, quickly checking the time before he lays back on his back with a sigh. Beside him, a body rustles, stirring until a thick arm falls heavily onto Bruce.
The body to his right groans, moving until a head lays on Bruce's chest, and a hand is stroking the short, stubble just below his naval.
Bruce intertwines his fingers in the raven locks on top of him, tugging gently to release the curls built up over a messy night.
"Brucie," Clark sings under him. "Hmm" is his reply. "Work today?" Clark asks. Bruce shakes his head, shifting his position to a more comfortable one in the pillows. "But you'll have to go soon." Bruce says.
Clark finally lifts his head up, glaring at light blue eyes. "Why?" He asks, pouting. Bruce smiles and rubs the pad of his thumb along Clark's bottom lip.
"Because Dick'll be in here soon. He's in here every morning I don't sit with him for breakfast."
Clark groaned against Bruce's heartbeat, reveling in the sweet sound.
Slowly, peeling Clark's unclothed body from his own, Bruce left the bed and opened his door.
"Bruce!"
The small figure of his adoptive son tackles him, surprising--yet barely moving--the tank of a man.
Dick steals a glance into the room behind them, seeing a raven-haired bundle wrapped in sheets.
"Company?" He asks, looking up to his mentor, a sly grin plastered across his little face. Bruce takes a second to look back, before shooing Dick out closing the door behind them.
"Don't worry about it."
Dick rolls his eyes, and begins walking back toward the kitchen.
"Bruce," he says, sliding a piece of paper across the counter.
Bruce hesitantly picks it up, glancing at it lazily before walking away to grab a pen. "I thought you were going to work on that history grade, Dick." He calls from the other room.
Dick was a straight-A student--an extremely smart kid--but lately, his grades have been slipping. Frankly, it's begun to worry Bruce. Maybe allowing a 14 year old boy in high school to fight crime until 2 am every night was a bad thing?
"I was..." Dick says so softly, it's as if he hadn't wished to be heard.
Bruce walks back into the kitchen, clicking his pen loudly before signing the bottom of the paper.
"Here," he says, handing the sheet back. "Hurry or you'll miss the bus."
"Oh, right!" Dick springs from his seat, and sprints toward the front door; only to stop, turn around, and run back to give Bruce a hug before finally leaving.
With a smile on his face, Bruce turns to reenter his bedroom, only to be halted by a wall of sweaty, sticky, impenetrable skin.
"Good morning."
That voice. So smooth and rich. Almost like chocolate. Delicate, yet fierce when pushed.
"What are you doing, Clark?" Bruce snaps back, trying to push away the butterflies he knows are far from gone.
Before he has a chance to answer, Alfred walls around the corner carrying a tray with two mugs, sugar, and a small pitcher of cream. "Coffee?" He asks, entering the room.
"Thank you, Alfred." Clark says, speeding to the butler's side to take a mug, a few scoops of the sugar, and some cream.
Alfred, despite his annoyed expression, offers the other drink to the man he would call his own son. "Coffee, Master Bruce?"
Bruce shoves out of the room, making his way to his own, Clark hot on his tail.
"You okay?" he asks, taking a sip from the white mug in his hand. "Fine." Bruce replies flatly.
The two walk back into the large bedroom, Bruce plopping onto the bed, Clark setting his cup down on the nightstand before sitting on the edge.
"When are you gonna tell him about us?"
Bruce, on his stomach, turns his head to stare at Clark. "Tell him about what, Clark? I'm not even sure what this is!"
"Well," Clark starts. To his own surprise, he has no real answer either. "Bruce, you started this. What do you want it to be?"
"Clark-"
"You wanted us to be something. You kissed me. You told me that you loved me. So what are you going to do about it?"
Bruce crushes his lips to his lover's with bruising force. God, he was going to have some marks. Or, more marks...
He pulls away, and pulls Clark on top as he lays on his back. "Clark I do love you. So, I'm going to make you happy, and I'll keep you safe." Bruce runs his fingers through the Kryptonian's hair. "That's all you really need... But, if you want more, you know I'd be glad to give you that too."
Clark smiles against Bruce's stomach, his face heating with blush. "I love you too, Brucie." Clark kisses Bruce's naval, and he flinches. Clark cocks his head up, eyebrows raised in confusion. "Ticklish?"
"No." Bruce grunts, now trying to push Clark off of him. "Off." He demands, but Clark will have none of it. He runs his fingers up Bruce's sides, looking for another sensitive spot. A flinch, a grunt; anything that could give him away.
"Clark stop," Bruce commands again. Clark, being the asshole he is, takes this as a full invitation to grab his sides, and pin him to the bed.
"But you look so cute like this..." Clark says with a wink. Bruce looks disgusted, and struggles to push the 200 pound man from his body.
"Clark, stahp!" Bruce chuckles, his hands pressed against Clark's chest. Finally, he erupts into a fit of laughter as Clark tickles his sides.
Crawling up to meet his gaze, Clark leans to Bruce's face, steadily getting closer and closer before-
Bruce is still smiling into the kiss. He wraps his arms around Clark's neck, pulling him closer. He tastes like Bruce. The saltines of sweat and Bruce, and he can't get enough. Clark finally pulls away, gazing into the pale eyes that he's managed to completely fall head over heels with in just a couple weeks. He feels, and has always felt, that if Bruce was by his side, nothing was impossible.
From the doorway, a silhouette stands, hiding his amusement fairly well, all things considered. The one thing Alfred can't hide;however, is his smile at seeing Bruce truly happy once again.
~~(A/N)~~~~
So, it turns out I finished my work earlier than expected today, and was able to finish this little chappie on the bus! Tomorrow's my last official day of school (luckily I get out of the mile run) and I hope your all enjoy this!
