Similis

Squinting, Clark focussed just enough of his heat vision on the tieback holding the central curtain to melt through the restraining ring without actually setting light to the fabric.



The curtain obligingly billowed open, screening off the part of the bed in which Haze lay.



Haze wouldn’t begrudge this… Clark thought, remembering at least one circumstance under which the angel had gotten intimate with Lex. Not at all…



Remembering that he must not utter even the tiniest murmur, or else he would give the game away instantly, Clark shifted, rolling carefully over until he could brush his lips over those of his bedmate.



"Mmmm." Bruce stirred sleepily. "Mmm, s'nice…"



Clark smiled, and moulded his own length against the other man's body.



"Don't stop." The deep voice was husky and slurred with sleep.



Clark grinned. No chance of that. Meticulously he applied himself to mapping all of the contours of Bruce's lips and face, making special note of those areas that triggered an especially eager response and revisiting them in turn.



"Oh," Bruce murmured.



Clark took that as an invitation to do more than simply swipe his tongue over the slightly parted lips. Bruce's eyes fluttered open, but he remained quiescent.



Well if that was how Bruce wanted to play this, then Clark was totally prepared to go along with it, at least for this time. Tilting his head, he dipped his tongue into the warmth, finally tasting Bruce's mouth.



Tastes good! Clark got busy mapping the internal contours, deliberately interspersing the tongue actions with slow steady caresses of his palms and fingers over Bruce's exposed skin, and swallowing the resulting moans of pleasure with enthusiasm.



The heat between them rose, even as the distances narrowed.



Clark dipped his hands lower, meeting silk over firm heated skin. The thin fabric of the billionaire's pyjamas was pleasant, just not what Clark wanted right now.



Easy does it! Stay 'in role'…







Bruce seemed to particularly appreciate the gentle strokes along his arm and back, and judging from the growing hardness resting against Clark's leg, the light pressure from his fingertips there was especially well received.



"Yesss." The sigh of encouragement rumbled all the way up from Bruce's belly and left Clark's senses in an excited knot of anticipation and building desire.



Forcing himself to be patient and to trace the cord, Clark deftly unfastened this last minor obstacle, and eased the fabric undone rather than simply ripping it off.



Trailing his hands over the tightly bunched muscle and pushing away the cloth, Clark enjoyed the sensation of his palms sculpting the contours of Bruce's firm buttocks, while he planted a succession of quick kisses along the rippling abs.



Very tasty… Clark anticipated commencing a much closer exploration of even more southerly territory very soon, as he tugged very lightly at the sides of the pyjamas, teasing them down as far as he could.







Taking the hint, Bruce twisted around and sat up, sliding his legs out of his nightwear and casting it aside.



Clark swiftly skimmed off the remains of his own clothing, and toed the fabric out onto the floor.



"Now, where were we?" A baritone voice rumbled as a perfectly defined arm encouraged Clark back up the bed, and eased him against Bruce's chest. Their lips met, locked, and the delicious inspection continued.



Now that he was fully awake, Bruce began to take a far more active interest. "Lie still," He whispered. "Let me get you …" The hot circle of his mouth trailed a moist line down along Clark's neck and chest, down his stomach, to play around the curves of Clark's hip bones, tracing uneven lines from one to the other and back.



Achingly aroused, Clark could scarcely bear the moist breath along his skin. The feel of the blunt fingers gripping him was intoxicating and he wanted more.



Involuntarily he jerked his hips as Bruce's tongue left shivering trails on his sensitive skin. The slick organ teased lower, around his balls and along the crease of his groin. Warmth enfolded nearly half the length of his aching shaft as Bruce sucked him in and deep throated him.



Clark nearly came there and then, but somehow he held back just enough. Fisting the sheets so that he wouldn't crush anything, including his partner, he panted and writhed while Bruce alternated between sucking and lapping at him, tasting him with long broad swipes.



"So responsive…" Bruce murmured appreciatively. "So eager."



Desperate, Clark rolled fully onto his back, pulling Bruce onto him and rolling his hips up against the wonderful pressure. His body knew what it wanted and in only a few seconds, he had them both positioned so that with one more shift, Bruce would be in him.



"No." Bruce sighed, nudging away a little.



Clark looked up at him with a mix of anxiety and disappointment.



"We've got no lube and no condoms, remember?" Bruce whispered in his ear. "I'm not risking you."



With a sigh, Clark nodded, appreciating the depth of the other man's concern, even though every inch of him ached for nothing more than the completion that Bruce could give him.



Balancing his weight on one bulky bicep, Bruce reached down between them and wrapped his fingers around both their straining erections.



Clark gasped at the touch of velvet smooth skin on his most sensitive area.



Bruce smiled knowingly, "Let's see…" He murmured, and began to clench and unclench his fingers, moving his hand up and down at the same time.



Clark fought to hold himself steady, and not cry out at the wonderful sensations coursing through him. Stretching out one arm, he pulled Bruce to him and sank his tongue into the older man's mouth.



Given the amount of stimulation, it didn't take long for either of them to reach completion.







"Mmm, Clark, we really shouldn’t have done that." Bruce sighed, planting a light kiss on Clark's temple. "But you are a great kisser…"



"You knew?" Clark couldn't help himself.



"I'm not called the worlds greatest detective for nothing." Bruce grinned. "But if it's any consolation, Clark, you were so convincing that I almost didn't catch on. It was only while I was sucking you off that I realised…"



"Uhm, how? Haze and I are exactly alike."



"Except for just one part where you have a scent and Haze doesn't." Diplomatically, Bruce didn't elaborate any further.



Clark put two and two together. "So I smell different … down there?" He felt his cheeks beginning to burn. "Bad?"



"No, not at all, I liked everything I found. You seem quite normal, at least as far as I could tell." Bruce's smile widened and he mussed Clark's hair. "Don't worry about it, gorgeous. Haze is the odd one out on that score."



"I wondered why he even has one?" Clark whispered, trying not to be mortally embarrassed at the subject under discussion. "He doesn't need it."



"I would guess so that he can pass as one of us." Bruce suggested. "Waste elimination isn't an area that needs to be replicated with a lot of accuracy after all." He hugged Clark a bit closer and then added, "And Haze does use it… In exactly the way you were just trying to."



"You've…?" Clark felt his cheeks burn. Haze and Bruce had … Oh, boy, and he could have as well, if only Bruce hadn't caught on…



"You haven't?" Bruce gave him a questioning look.



"Not fully…" Clark felt the blush spread even further.



Now Bruce was looking at him in awe. "Never? You're still a virg …" He choked off and gave Clark a disbelieving glance. "Not even as Kal?"



"I don't remember if Kal did..." Clark admitted, "Though I doubt if he would have let anyone do that to him. And even though I was up for it with Haze, he wouldn't go all the way with me, no matter how much I wanted to. He said that we had to wait until I was completely legal. You know how Haze is about things having to be right?"



"Oh yes." Bruce chuckled. "Haze does like things to be absolutely tidy, doesn't he? I'm just dreading it when someone explains to him that gay sex is considered wrong by the moral majority, or that having more than one lover at the same time is not considered acceptable by most humans…"



"Nah." Clark smiled. "My parents already made sure that Haze got the same safe sex lecture that they gave me, along with the spiel about the legal and moral angles. Haze didn't want to embarrass them by telling them that they were way too late for him. He feels that it's okay for humans to be prudish, but he doesn't think that any of it has to apply to him."



"Thank God for that!" Bruce let out a deep sigh of relief. "I've been making the most of every chance, just in case!"



"Haze's people use sex to establish bonds within their clans. He won't have minded the attention, but I don’t think he's going to go off it in a hurry." Clark grinned.



"They do?" Neon blue eyes blinked at him.



Clark laughed at the faint look of unease that flickered across the handsome features. "Yep."



Bruce gave him a long look. "Clark, do you think Haze is building some sort of harem?" He asked cautiously.



That was a new and interesting concept, and Clark thought it over for a good minute before he was prepared to offer an opinion.



"Haze is used to communal living, maybe he's assembling a new clan?" He suggested. "Why? Would you be upset if he were?" Clark grinned at a sudden notion, "Or interested?"



"Depends on what the other members were like, I guess." Bruce grinned back, "And what the perks are…" He gave Clark a sideways look. "Apart from the two of us, who else does Haze seem interested in?"







"Lex." Clark didn't hesitate on that one. "Lana maybe? And Chloe too, I guess?"



"Your High School friends? So he isn't only collecting billionaires and aliens?" Bruce joked, making Clark laugh, as the older man had hoped he would. This boy was way too serious at times.



"I did speculate that Haze might also like girls," Bruce added. "But I wasn't sure. Never really came up."



"We both do." Clark said simply. "How about you?"



"I like them well enough," Bruce looked a little wistful. "But I never seem to get along with them for long. Never had much luck with any long-term relationships really." He didn’t need to say that he was hoping that this time might be different. A warm hand enfolded his lightly.



"Like Lex?" Clark supposed.



"Pretty much." Bruce grinned. "Seems to be part of the whole billionaire shtick, although being the Batman does add in a few extra complications. That said, I did manage to get away before the altar - and without a concussion…"



"Lex does seem to lead with his head." Clark actually looked quite upset about that. "Well, he is my friend, and I care about him." He defended himself.



Bruce nodded, understanding why Clark should feel like that. "So how come you hadn't told him about you? All of it?" He asked.



Clark shrugged. "Until Haze came along I'd just about decided that I would never be able to tell anyone everything."



"What changed your mind? Was it Haze?"



"No, Haze wouldn't interfere between Lex and me. I still don't feel that now would be the best time to tell Lex about my origins. I do want him to know eventually, but there are things in the way and they're kinda complicated." Clark squirmed. "Sorta destiny-type things?"



"Those sorts of things always seem to be complicated." Bruce agreed. "For what it's worth, I think you're right, Clark. I don't think Lex is quite ready to handle knowing absolutely everything about you right at the moment. He and I have known each other for a long time, and I am very fond of him, but even so I don't feel that Lex needs to know everything about me either."



Like my armoured excursions for instance.



"It's not so much Lex, as Lionel." Clark said softly. "I really don't like Lionel. He creeps me out."



"No argument on that one. There is something in that man's eyes, something that didn't ought to be there." Bruce recalled.







Clark nodded. So it wasn't just him?



"I'm sorry that you didn't have the chance to decide for yourself whether or not you wanted me to find out your secret." Bruce said with his usual startling suddenness. "Your Dad told me because he felt that I needed to know what I was going to be going up against."



"I don't mind you knowing." Clark reassured him. "We're even now anyway, since I know stuff about you. And besides, it's too late to worry about any of it, it's already done." He said pragmatically.



"You are an amazing person." Bruce told him. "And I don't mean the powers thing."



"Is this the bit where we get all mushy?" Clark teased, "Teenager here? Mush not my scene…"



"Mine neither. Actually, this is the bit where we both get washed and dressed and then frantically try to make this room look and smell like two people didn't just have any sort of intimate encounter in it. Otherwise when they do get here, your parents are going to go ballistic." Bruce answered, rolling over and heading for the bathroom, and yanking the window open on his way past. "I'd rather face the Joker again than have to explain to your parents how I very nearly took full advantage of you." He added.



"Like they'd believe that you could force me into anything!" Clark grinned. "I'm stronger than you, remember?"



"How physically strong you are is not the issue. Your parents would blame me for breaking the rules, and rightly so." Bruce reminded him. "Technically for the moment you're still a minor, and there are certain things that you are not expected to be able to make reliable judgements about. Not that the rest of us are that much better at it," He said wryly. "But I really don't want to get on the wrong side of your folks."



"Yes, Dad can be frightening at times," Clark acknowledged, as he pulled at the two metal strips that he had used to hold the beds in place. "But Mom gets really scary and she doesn't even need the shotgun for it." There was a short shriek of overstressed metal as the makeshift bands creaked apart.







"Wow." Bruce stood in the doorway, just looking at him. "I'm glad you do have that strength under such good control…"



Clark blushed, acutely aware of the metal from the two overstretched chair legs dangling like warm taffy in his hands. "Uhm, about that chair," He started to say.



A warm chuckle from Bruce made it plain that any apology was unnecessary.



"Forget it. There's a room in the basement, stacked ceiling high with chairs. Chairs I can always get more of. This morning was worth any number of chairs."



A few minutes careful work and the room seemed pretty much back to proper form. They stripped the bed that they had used and Clark found a spray that made the place smell a lot less like a stag night at a bachelor pad, while Bruce set the air-conditioning to 'scrub'.



"Okay?" Clark raised a querying eyebrow.



Bruce took a deep sniff. "Should be."



"Phew!" Clark was immensely relieved on hearing that.



"Clark?" Just for a second Bruce sounded confused.



"My Dad and Mom are just getting out of your limo." Clark peered down at an angle. "No sign of Lex though."



"But you can't get a direct line of sight into the car park from here?" Bruce leaned out of the window and double-checked.



"You can if you can look through the floors and down across the main stairwell." Clark confessed.



"Excellent!" Bruce didn't seem at all phased by that.



Clark decided that the man inside the Batman suit was okay. More than okay, really…