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Clark managed to avoid Bruce for a whole week.
It hadn't even been that hard, there was no league meeting schedule for the next few days and Metropolis had been easy enough to deal with without asking for help. And even if he did have to ask for it, he would probably ask Wonder Woman or even Flash.
Bruce was his best friend, they had been partners in battle for so long, hell, he had been the first league member Clark told his identity to, and in turn he was the only league member to this day that knew Bruce's identity. They managed to create a friendship even out of missions, after a while. They often went out for coffee or mexican food.
Clark was pretty much Dick's babysitter at this point, for Rao's sake.
But know he couldn't look his best friend in the eyes without feeling like the worst person to ever walk on earth.
And pop a boner, probably.
The image of Bruce that morning was practically burned into Clark's eyelids, he would think about it periodically throughout the day, dream about it when he slept. When he jerked off. Clark hadn't masturbated that much in all his teenage years combined. Maybe his whole life, actually.
Today's night in specific would've been perfect to get some takeout with Batman as they waited for crime to happen. Things in Gotham sounded calm enough that he hadn't heard Bruce's heart speed up at all so far, like it usually did when he had to fight or jump around.
Instead he just layed down on his couch, watching the worst TV show known to mankind, anyone could be a screen writer for Amazon nowadays, apparently.
He turned the TV off, staring at the ceiling fan spinning. His hand went inside his boxers, playing with his soft cock to get it hard, thinking about Bruce.
Bruce- legs spread, kuckles deep as he grunted biting his lip.
Clark pulled his pajama and boxer down to his ankles and moaned as he kept stroking his cock- Bruce choking himself as he played with his nipples, Bruce arching his back.
His phone rang.
He almost cursed as he looked at the screen, Bruce was calling. If he wasn't using the comms then it wasn't anything serious, yet it was the first contact he tried since- well- that.
He picked it up anyway.
"Clark speaking." Shit, his voice was too raspy, breathing just a tad too hard. He prayed the phone's microphone couldn't catch that.
Bruce remained quiet for a quarter of a second too long.
"Are you in Metropolis or Smallville?" Bruce's voice didn't reveal anything about why he was calling.
"Uhm, Metropolis, why?" Maybe this was a Batman call, huh.
"I feel like talking and wouldn't want to take your attention away from your parents. I am not interrupting anything then, am I?"
'You definitely are' -Clark thought- But Bruce's voice was deep, quiet, cold but comfortable and sexy and- fuck Clark was getting even harder.
"I, uhm. Of course not, what do you need to, uhm, talk about?" He was trying very hard not to touch himself so he could make his erection go away.
"Nothing and anything, I've been thinking about how our line of work gets in the way of so many small things. Have I ever mentioned I've always wanted to get my nipples pierced?"
Well, there was no way his erection was going away now. Clark had to take a deep breath and count to ten in his mind.
" I'd still like to get it done, but with the armor and constant injuries and all- but I always liked the image, those with the little chain that connects both sides, you know what I mean?"
Fuck, Clark knows exactly what he means.
"I-" Bruce was talking again before he could say anything.
"Not only would they look good, but is also very practical for sex."
Clark went back to jerking off, trying to control his breathing. What the fuck was going on.
Bruce was open about sex, it was an important part of the 'Brucie' persona, after all. It always caught Clark's small town mind out of guard whenever he mentioned it so casualy.
"H-how come?" He didn't mean to stutter, but his cock was leaking, helping with the friction just right.
"You can be creative, Clark. They can be tugged at, be part of a bondage set, great fidget toy and to suck on- you know how sensitive my nipples are, I could come just from you playing with them."
Bruce knew, of course Bruce fucking knew.
Did Clark really think The Batman wouldn't realise someone was lurking outside his window, watching him? But then- why the fuck did Bruce keep going? Why was he talking to Clark like that? Some sort of punishment for what he did?
The thought of Bruce punishing him made him moan into the phone, embarrassingly.
"To be honest, you could make me come doing almost anything. Pulling my hair, massaging my back, biting me, using my mouth, fucking my thighs- just from how hot you are. Do you know what you do to me, Clark?" How did he manage to sound so casual saying all that?!
"Bruce-" Clark was so close now, the sounds he was making were definitely loud enough now that Bruce could hear them.
"I had to add some extra padding to my suit because I kept getting hard during missions whenever you lifted a bus or a fucking building over your head, thinking how easily you could just manhandle me and fuck my brains out- you could hold me up against a wall for hours while making me come over and over again."
"S-shit, Bruce- I" Clark was so, so close, heat building up as he picture the images Bruce kept describing.
"Yeah, love? Do you like when I tell you how much I want to get my mouth on you? How many times I dreamt of you fucking me raw at the meeting table, where anyone could've seen us? Are- are you coming for me, sweetheart? I wish I was there to lick you clean. You've been so good, love. Come for me, dear."
Clark came with a whine, shooting all over his hands and abdomen. He was panting, heart almost beating out of his chest. They stayed quiet for a minute or two.
"You knew? This whole time I've been torturing myself over having invaded your privacy and you knew?"
Bruce scoffed at that.
"Of course I knew, my watch alerted me that the cameras had caught movement outside my window before I even took my pants off. Did you think I usually masturbate with the curtains open, ass facing the window?"
"Well, I am sorry anyway. I shouldn't have stayed, or at least should've asked if I could watch. It wasn't nice."
"Clark, I don't think you realize how madly in love I am with you, I thought I was obvious. You have total permission to my privacy."
Bruce was going to be the death of him.
"Me too, you know. Have been in love with you for years now."
He heard a hum of appreciation through the line, like Bruce knew but was happy to be proven right.
"Say- I haven't finished yet, think you can get here before I do?" His tone was playful, but he wasn't joking.
Clark had never gotten up faster in his life.