Basically a continuation from the last chapter, I just felt it was too long to put all together into one chapter. Also, smut at the end, so if you don't want to read that, stop when Bruce calls Clark downstairs. Only plot-related thing you need it know is that it's their first time.
After finishing the dishes and cleaning the table, Bruce and his alien headed back to the common room, meeting up with the Kents to enjoy their movie.
Clark's parents had taken the love seat, while he and Bruce shared the couch.
Halfway through Children of the Corn, (Clark had suggested a horror flick) Bruce had fallen asleep on Clark's shoulder, curled up against the man.
Close to the end of the movie, however, Bruce gas begun to stir. He shakes lightly, not enough for anyone else to notice, but just enough for Clark to wrap his arm tighter around.
Then, Bruce begins to whisper, murmuring inaudible sounds against Clark's chest.
Lastly, come the screams. Bruce has jolted awake, yelling and clutching on to anything within his reach.
Clark strokes his hair and whispers soothing words to his lover, cradling him close like a child.
"Shhh, it's alright, Bruce," he whispers.
The billionaire's eyes dart across the room the second they open, searching for danger. Finally, they land on Clark's. Bruce grabs his face intently and drags him close--first into an intense stare, then a hug.
"Let's go to bed," Clark says, preparing to lift the older man to carry him into their room.
"You stay," Bruce says suddenly, almost, almost startling Clark.
"Finish your movie. I'm going to bed."
Bruce gets up, and is stopped immediately by a firm grip on his wrist. Concern fills Clark's cobalt eyes as he stares up at his boyfriend. He stands, and they walk alongside each other to the bedroom.
Settling on the bed, Clark moves back the blankets to get comfortable, as he waits for Bruce to do the same.
Once next to him, Bruce nuzzles against his alien's warm skin, still shivering from fear and adrenaline.
"Bruce..."
"I'm fine, Clark."
"You're obviously not. I'm just-"
"I know. I know you're here 'if I need to talk', alright, but I don't."
With a hefty sigh, Clark wraps his arm around the shorter man, pulling him close. "You don't always have to be the strong one," Clark whispers, nibbling the shell of his ear. "Sometimes it's okay to let things out."
Minutes pass in silence and thought, the couple coiled around one another, breathing steadying to a thick even pace.
"Do you remember that first night?"
Bruce's sudden question throws Clark out of his serenity, and nervousness fills him once again.
"Yeah, why?"
"Do you remember asking what Scarecrow made me see that night?"
"You don't have to tell me, Bruce. Not if you're not ready."
"But I am ready, Clark. I want- I need to tell you what I saw..."
Clark leans forward, closing the space between them.
"I saw... I saw you, Kal," Bruce runs his hands through his hair. "I saw you, and you were hurt, and it was my fault and I couldn't do a damn thing to help you and it scared me to death. I saw it again tonight, Clark, and I- I need you to stay."
