Our Thing

Don't

Bruce stirred up from his sleep blinking few times, only to be met by a pair of strikingly blue eyes.

An unnatural blue.

He quickly recovered his memory by looking and then groaning at the grinning person who had his arms wrapped around his body. " 'morning, Bruce. " And the only response he got from the other was a short grunt, that only made the other's grin grow wider. The shorter male started to wonder if his smile could get any brighter, seriously. It was almost blinding he had to look away.

With a gravely voice from sleep, he started. " What are you still doing here? Get up, you're crushing me. " Clark made a small noise that sort of sounded a mixture of hurt and whimper. He didn't budge away. " Oh, c'mon. Get back to bed, you must be still tired after yesterday's work and well,.... Y'know. " There was a small tint of color that painted his cheeks. " The sex. Right. " Bruce finished for him.

Right. Yesterday after crime fighting with the JLA as Batman, it was Superman who accompanied him home depite all his protests. He recalled Alfred's words after they arrived at the Manor, " Master Bruce, make sure to get rest. " he glanced towards the clock on the nightstand and groaned. No wonder he just woke up, Alfred was serious about the 'rest' part and didn't disturb him. Or THEM.

He was still warned out when coming back and yet he somehow, didn't know how they ended up in his bed with Clark, kissing, or more like biting at each others mouths. Clawing at indestructible flesh as they fucked. The only one who was holding back was Clark, of course. All fatigue was forgotten once they were draw together. It was some kind of attraction even he, the greatest detective of the world couldn't explain. And despite all that it was yet again one of the most mind blowing sex he had with Clark.

It always was with him.

It wasn't their first time, nor would it be the last. They never gave a name to this... Whatever it was between them. It was a silent agreement between them that both were afraid to speak about in fear to ruin this. THIS. Even without a name, was important to each of them.

The older of the pair shook his head slightly and snapped back to reality. " No. " Of course. Bruce was Bruce. Stubborn as ever. " I've already wasted enough time sleeping. Shouldn't you be at work? " He directed his glance at the other male when he asked the question.

Clark reluctantly pulled his arms away from Bruce and propped up on an elbow to face the other who was now sitting up, ready to leave the bed. " Don't. " Don't leave me. That's what he meant to say, but he didn't. Instead, " Don't... I don't have any work, Bruce. It's the weekend. Just rest for a bit more, even Alfred said you should stay in bed. "

Wayne looked into the other's eyes over his shoulder for a silent moment, then completely got off the bed and started making his way towards the bathroom. " Criminals don't take weekends, Clark. And you know that. " He started stripping off of his underwear when the other joined him, worry written all over his face.

" And I'm fine. " He added firmly. Bruce was stubborn, yes. But so was Clark. " Yes, yes. Of course you are. I'm not telling you to stop being Batman, Dick is here. He and Barbara can take care of it for today. You've been working everyday for a stretched period now, all I'm saying is a day off won't do you harm. " He argued back. Bruce didn't have anything to say back at that but by the looks of it, it also didn't mean he was giving in yet.

The male stepped under the shower, and Clark let his hands slump in defeat. Of course.... He should've seen that. Bruce. Batman. His top priority was to bring justice the best he could, even more important than his own health. It was of the things he loved about Bruce. But sometimes.... Sometimes he just wished he could be more careful. But he was sure that saying it to the Dark Knight would only provole him. And he preferred not to.

And just like that, Clark was ready to walk back to his apartment, or fly back. And mope for the rest of the day. Even if he's been expecting that from Bruce, he still hoped, hoped that just for once they'd spend more time together. Something more than just Batman and Superman on a battlefield, or Clark Kent reporting on an event organized by Bruce Wayne. Or just another hookup with the famous billionaire, like with any other person. The sex was great, always. But he wanted more than that. It was selfish of him, yes. But still...

Even Superman could depress if he wasn't getting what he wanted for once in a while. Right?