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The Joker Speaks
Fic title:The Joker Speaks, part 4/4
Author name: Trista_zevkia
Artist name:Suavebastard
Beta: Ecto-Gammat, any remaining mistakes are all mine, since I can't leave well enough alone.
Genre: slash, da sex, and Art! Art so good you'll want to go here to tell the genius how good it is!
Pairing and/or characters: Bruce/Clark
Rating: PG-17
Word count:about 13,500
Warnings: Talk of a gangbang, attempted sexual assault, Slash sex
Summary: Joker decides to fix Batman's bad day. It irritates Superman something awful.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
When Clark got his hands on the safe, ripping the lock off and pulling out the gun would have been quicker than dragging it to the main cave. But Bruce talked about having kryptonite and knowing what it was for. Clark wouldn’t be able to save Bruce from dying if he exposed himself to a chunk of kryptonite in the confines of the tunnel. So Clark pulled the safe to him, crawled two steps backward and pulled the safe to him again and again until he was closing in on the end of the tunnel. He did all this faster than a human, but always with the fear of finding Bruce dead when he got out.
“Hello, Superman.”
Clark jerked to his feet, his head taking a large chunk out of the tunnel as he did so. That voice belonged to a person who had no business being in the Batcave. Holding the safe to him, Clark turned to him. “Luthor.”
“President Luthor. Have some respect.” Luthor grinned from where he stood, bracketed by six heavily armed bodyguards.
J’onn stood between Bruce and Thomas, protecting Bruce from his father and himself.
“Luthor, I’ve got more important things going on than you.” Clark zipped by, over to Bruce and J’onn. He didn’t really expect Luthor to listen and the jogging footsteps told him Luthor hadn’t. Clark knelt beside Bruce and set the safe beside him. “It’s in here?”
“Superman, this alien says Bruce has an air embolism.” Thomas sounded worried, but Clark couldn’t understand why the man had brought Luthor on a visit to his son.
“J’onn, keep Luthor busy.” The mental request was followed, as a wall of flame erupted between them and Luthor. It was an illusion, projected into their minds so it had heat and smoke.
Clark checked on the air embolism while Bruce worked the combination on the safe. “We trapped it in his left arm for the moment, but it will escape soon.”
“Bruce, son, please give me the password for your computer.”
“What?” Clark jerked his head up to stare at Thomas, not believing that was what the man wanted of his dying son. Thomas had been a doctor; he knew the painful death that resulted from an air embolism.
“Luthor wants those designs I asked you to do. Please son, you don’t want him to destroy the Martha Wayne Children’s Hospital.”
The safe opened under Bruce’s hands, and the kryptonite reached out to sap Clark of his strength. With it, came a wave of clarity as Clark understood that Bruce was right. It wasn’t the paranoid ramblings of a crazy man, Thomas existed only for Martha. She wanted a child, she got one. When she died, that child was responsible for it, and his every talent and gift was to be used to make up for that loss. Bruce’s skills that had made Batman’s equipment, now made his father money. The safe closed on the kryptonite, and Clark could see again, noticing Bruce was checking over the gun.
“Thomas, what did Luthor pay you for those designs?” Clark asked, buying time for Bruce to fix things.
“Cloning technology. He’s going to pull Martha out of Bruce and bring her back to me.”
Clark turned back to Bruce, who had the gun pointed at Thomas. “I’m sorry Bruce. You were right, as you always seem to be. This is the Joker’s doing. He wanted to remove me from your life, so it was just the two of you. But the magic saw the only way I would give you up, was for you to not be you. The magic mixed things up, spread the Joker’s insanity into your family. Please Bruce, you can outsmart the magic.”
Bruce gave a small laugh, but his arm was trembling as he aimed the gun at Clark. “Outsmart magic? I’m the idiot that believed you cared about this other me, that there really was another timeline. I fell for all this play acting to get my sperm. Fuck you, Clark Kent. Go back to where you came from.”
Bruce pulled the trigger, and Clark leaned toward the barrel, thinking of the timeline he’d left. Lightning and the smell of ozone surrounded him, and Clark was grinning as the form of the Joker solidified before him. Reaching out, Clark grabbed the gun from Joker.
“No fair! Magic works on everybody!” Joker screamed as Clark picked him up.
With the Joker squirming around on his shoulder, Clark turned to find the other person in the warehouse. Batman hadn’t relaxed his stance and he watched Clark with knowing eyes. Bruce knew magic worked on Superman.
“Batman, I’ll deliver him to Arkham and met you back at your place. Careful with this gun.” Clark held out the weapon, and Batman slowly reached out to take it.
He had questions, but accepted that Clark would answer them soon. “Fine.”
Clark lifted off, heading for Arkham. Joker pounded his fists on Clark’s back and tried to kick free. “Relax, Joker. You won’t escape from me.”
“I don’t want to escape, I want you to escape, out of my life.”
“You’re talking crazy, I’m not in your life.”
“Six weeks ago, Bats and I were having a wonderful time. He was beating on me, and I was half a step from getting away. The news was on in the hospital I was robbing, and they mentioned your name. Superman’s fighting with somebody, falling from the sky, could be dead, blah blah. And do you know what Bats, my Batman, did?”
“No idea.” Clark said, trying for casual. He remembered the fight and knew Batman had flown in, the missiles on his Bat-wing distracting Bizarro while Clark recovered. Clark landed on the steps of the asylum, and waved at the security cameras.
“He knocked me out and left! It was my time with Batman, I’d killed two people to pay for it, and he just left because you needed help! If he doesn’t get his priorities straight, I’ll have to kill you Supes; rip your spine out and replace it with anal beads!”
“Oh look, the orderlies are all coming out to welcome you back.”
Joker continued his threats while Clark held him out for the orderlies to put the straight jacket on. They gave him a shot of something, but he was still threatening Clark with exploding rubber ducky suppositories when they dragged him inside. Clark grinned as he took to the sky and flew to the cave. The Batmobile pulled into the cave just after Clark got there. Clark landed beside it and waited for Bruce to get out, trying to wipe the giddiness off his face.
Bruce saw it anyway, and growled as he got out of the car. “What’d the magic do to you?”
“Alternate timeline, had to find you to fix it.”
“Is that why you’re looking at me like that?”
“Sort of. In this alternate timeline, everyone kept asking me the same thing. Even you saw it, but you didn’t ask.”
“I don’t ask obvious questions.” Bruce walked to the work bench, and began unloading the samples he’d taken.
“Waste of your time, I know that. But I must now ask the obvious question: If everyone there could see it, how could the real you miss it?”
“Tell me what it is, and I’ll let you know if I did.”
Clark walked around to the other side of the work bench, so he could see Bruce’s face. “When did I fall in love with you?”
“What?” Bruce set the gun down with a heavy thunk, careful to keep his face still.
“Over there, even the Joker mentioned it. So how could you, oh great and powerful detective, have missed it?”
“Thought you were that effusive with all your friends.” A muttered response as Bruce began stripping the magic gun.
“You saw it, but underestimated the emotion involved, thinking I was just a friendly person.”
“Essentially.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“I thought you didn’t ask obvious questions?”
“Fine. I’ve always thought you could use a thorough rodgering.”
“Interesting, though I can’t imagine that’s one of the British expressions Alfred uses with any frequency. But are you, Bruce, volunteering to replace the stick up my butt with your dick?”
“Stop by after my next fight with Ivy, we’ll see if the stick and the dick can both fit.”
“An answer to a question not asked, three steps ahead of the obvious questions to be asked. Could it be, that you know I can tell when you lie, so you’re not answering to avoid a telling lie?”
“Clark, I have samples that I need to analyze, and you have a job to go to.”
“Why is it so hard to admit you love me too?”
“Because you’re you, Clark. Suppose I did say such a thing, what would you do?”
“I’d pull you out of that armor and spend the rest of the day learning what turns you on.”
Bruce took a deep breath and swallowed before speaking.
Clark toyed with the notion that Bruce was more effected by Clark’s answer than he wanted to show.
“Exactly. A day wasted to personal pleasure, when we have work to do. And then you’ll want dates, movies and picnics. And don’t forget, I have kids. You ever dated a single parent?”
Clark laughed, and pulled out his cell phone. Autodial, three rings and a sleepy voice muttered something like a hello over Clark’s speakerphone.
Bruce was glaring at him as he pulled off the cowl and gloves.
“Dick, this is Clark. Sorry to wake you, but I was wondering what you’d think about me dating Bruce.”
“Lube up well, he gets cranky when he’s got friction burns.” Dick disconnected, leaving Bruce alone with Clark and his smug grin.
“You trained your kids, they can handle anything.”
“Agreed. But I didn’t train you.”
“So you don’t think I can handle you?”
“People thinking with their reproductive organs are easy to manipulate.”
“I don’t know what I feel; it’s just my sex drive talking?”
“Exactly.” Bruce moved over to the changing area, slipping off his armor as he talked.
“You’ve only ever been serious with Lois, and that didn’t work. Almost a year later and you haven’t had a date, or a Midwestern mattress mambo.”
“Mattress mambo? In the Midwest, it’s a roll in the hay. Do you have hay on the grounds?”
“No.”
“Mattress mambo it is.” Clark moved to stand in front of half naked Bruce, arms sliding around his waist.
“No, Clark.” Bruce got his hand up and pointed a commanding finger at Clark’s eye.
“You going to roll up a newspaper and smack me on the nose?”
“If I thought it would work…” Bruce muttered.
“It wouldn’t.”
“What will?”
“Change expectations.”
“What now?”
“That’s what other you said to me, and you were right. Then, you were right, you’re not right now, or, I mean, not correct at this time.”
“As fascinating as that babbling is, it still doesn’t make much sense.”
Clark cleared his throat and tried again. “You expect me to be a demand on your time, whining when you have to work late or break a date.”
“You’ll pardon me if that’s my experience talking.”
“It’s mine too, Bruce. I can break the sound barrier, and I still didn’t have time for Lois.”
“We’ll be the perfect couple than, one that never sees each other.”
“And that’s why we’ll work!”
“Be serious, Clark.”
“I am! We’ll make the most of every moment together.”
Bruce didn’t have an immediate reply, so Clark kissed him. Clark kissed plush lips, chapped by the evening breeze, surrounded by the start of some stubble and it was nice. Until Bruce kissed back and it left nice somewhere on the other side of the sound barrier. Bruce pulled away first, breathing heavy as he let his head rest on Clark’s shoulder.
“A quickie, some cuddling and pillow talk, then hours of hot nasty sex.” Clark murmured into Bruce’s right ear.
Bruce snorted. “Planning out my day already?”
“Your day? No, I’m planning what we’ll do between emergencies and crime fighting.”
“Goofball.”
“Your goofball.”
“My goofball.” Bruce sighed into Clark’s shoulder, and launched an attack of kisses against Clark’s face. Clark didn’t surrender, even went on the offensive as he dug into Bruce’s pants. Bruce grabbed Clark’s hands, pulling them upwards. Clark took the hint and began stroking, while Bruce removed his own pants. When Bruce pulled away a second time, his lips were swollen and red, beautifully inviting.
Clark leaned in to take him up on that invite, but Bruce moved to the side.
“Dick’s right about the friction burns. I’ve got lube in the medical stuff.”
Clark laughed as he stripped his clothes, and ran over to stand behind Bruce in medical. The tube Bruce pulled out of the drawer had been used, the end curled up to prove it.
“What are the medical applications of lube?”
“Do you want me to explain now?”
“No.” Clark was definite on that point, and picked up a naked Bruce to set on the table. “You got stirrups on this thing?”
“What kind of medical stuff do you think we do in here?”
“Emergency prostate exams?”
“Comments like that will not get you laid.”
“What kind of comments equate to sex in your world?”
“Comments like, ‘I’ve got twenty minutes and some lube’.”
“I’ll remember that.”
Bruce pulled Clark flush to the table, so he could wrap his legs around Clark’s waist. Clark went readily and leaned into the kiss. Bruce led, tasting Clark before running hands down to Clark’s nipples. Clark was thrilled to let Bruce lead, reciprocating every touch and lick as he learned what Bruce liked. Bruce liked kissing his way down Clark’s throat, playing with his Adam’s Apple, and moving back up to a spot just under Clark’s ear. Clark moaned when Bruce got there, and Bruce added teeth to the mix. Clark moaned again and let his eyes roll back in his head, so he didn’t see what Bruce did next.
The legs around his waist tightened and flesh was pressed against Clark’s cock. Bruce’s cock rubbed against Clark’s, while Bruce’s hands rose from the bases to the tips in a slow spiral. Clark closed his eyes and let Bruce work his magic. Bruce’s hands sped up and stuttered in their rhythm, and a new sensation, the tightening of Bruce’s hands and the warm fluid coating them, sent Clark into orgasm.
Clark was speaking before he knew it, falling back into reality as he hugged Bruce to him. “It’s so obvious I love you. I wind up anywhere strange and my first thought is to find you. Even if it’s not for you to make sense of things, it just makes me feel better, knowing where you are and that you’re okay. This time? It was so hard to find you, even after I found your body, and he was missing that core of morality, of you-ness.”
“Clark?”
“Yes?”
“I expect you to tell me all about it, every little thing.”
“I don’t really want to.”
“Tough. It’s how we learn and prepare for the next time.”
“I will, simply because it’s you that’s asking.”
“Wonderful. Now can we go back to making medical porn?”
“Oh. Yes, please!”
Clark went for another kiss and the not so medial applications of lube that he wanted to experience firsthand. Later, he would tell Bruce about the other timeline. For Bruce’s sanity in this world, Clark wouldn’t tell him about Thomas’ actions. For Clark’s sanity, he told Bruce he loved him every chance he got, which was an interesting way to spend any lifetime.
Author name: Trista_zevkia
Artist name:Suavebastard
Beta: Ecto-Gammat, any remaining mistakes are all mine, since I can't leave well enough alone.
Genre: slash, da sex, and Art! Art so good you'll want to go here to tell the genius how good it is!
Pairing and/or characters: Bruce/Clark
Rating: PG-17
Word count:about 13,500
Warnings: Talk of a gangbang, attempted sexual assault, Slash sex
Summary: Joker decides to fix Batman's bad day. It irritates Superman something awful.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
When Clark got his hands on the safe, ripping the lock off and pulling out the gun would have been quicker than dragging it to the main cave. But Bruce talked about having kryptonite and knowing what it was for. Clark wouldn’t be able to save Bruce from dying if he exposed himself to a chunk of kryptonite in the confines of the tunnel. So Clark pulled the safe to him, crawled two steps backward and pulled the safe to him again and again until he was closing in on the end of the tunnel. He did all this faster than a human, but always with the fear of finding Bruce dead when he got out.
“Hello, Superman.”
Clark jerked to his feet, his head taking a large chunk out of the tunnel as he did so. That voice belonged to a person who had no business being in the Batcave. Holding the safe to him, Clark turned to him. “Luthor.”
“President Luthor. Have some respect.” Luthor grinned from where he stood, bracketed by six heavily armed bodyguards.
J’onn stood between Bruce and Thomas, protecting Bruce from his father and himself.
“Luthor, I’ve got more important things going on than you.” Clark zipped by, over to Bruce and J’onn. He didn’t really expect Luthor to listen and the jogging footsteps told him Luthor hadn’t. Clark knelt beside Bruce and set the safe beside him. “It’s in here?”
“Superman, this alien says Bruce has an air embolism.” Thomas sounded worried, but Clark couldn’t understand why the man had brought Luthor on a visit to his son.
“J’onn, keep Luthor busy.” The mental request was followed, as a wall of flame erupted between them and Luthor. It was an illusion, projected into their minds so it had heat and smoke.
Clark checked on the air embolism while Bruce worked the combination on the safe. “We trapped it in his left arm for the moment, but it will escape soon.”
“Bruce, son, please give me the password for your computer.”
“What?” Clark jerked his head up to stare at Thomas, not believing that was what the man wanted of his dying son. Thomas had been a doctor; he knew the painful death that resulted from an air embolism.
“Luthor wants those designs I asked you to do. Please son, you don’t want him to destroy the Martha Wayne Children’s Hospital.”
The safe opened under Bruce’s hands, and the kryptonite reached out to sap Clark of his strength. With it, came a wave of clarity as Clark understood that Bruce was right. It wasn’t the paranoid ramblings of a crazy man, Thomas existed only for Martha. She wanted a child, she got one. When she died, that child was responsible for it, and his every talent and gift was to be used to make up for that loss. Bruce’s skills that had made Batman’s equipment, now made his father money. The safe closed on the kryptonite, and Clark could see again, noticing Bruce was checking over the gun.
“Thomas, what did Luthor pay you for those designs?” Clark asked, buying time for Bruce to fix things.
“Cloning technology. He’s going to pull Martha out of Bruce and bring her back to me.”
Clark turned back to Bruce, who had the gun pointed at Thomas. “I’m sorry Bruce. You were right, as you always seem to be. This is the Joker’s doing. He wanted to remove me from your life, so it was just the two of you. But the magic saw the only way I would give you up, was for you to not be you. The magic mixed things up, spread the Joker’s insanity into your family. Please Bruce, you can outsmart the magic.”
Bruce gave a small laugh, but his arm was trembling as he aimed the gun at Clark. “Outsmart magic? I’m the idiot that believed you cared about this other me, that there really was another timeline. I fell for all this play acting to get my sperm. Fuck you, Clark Kent. Go back to where you came from.”
Bruce pulled the trigger, and Clark leaned toward the barrel, thinking of the timeline he’d left. Lightning and the smell of ozone surrounded him, and Clark was grinning as the form of the Joker solidified before him. Reaching out, Clark grabbed the gun from Joker.
“No fair! Magic works on everybody!” Joker screamed as Clark picked him up.
With the Joker squirming around on his shoulder, Clark turned to find the other person in the warehouse. Batman hadn’t relaxed his stance and he watched Clark with knowing eyes. Bruce knew magic worked on Superman.
“Batman, I’ll deliver him to Arkham and met you back at your place. Careful with this gun.” Clark held out the weapon, and Batman slowly reached out to take it.
He had questions, but accepted that Clark would answer them soon. “Fine.”
Clark lifted off, heading for Arkham. Joker pounded his fists on Clark’s back and tried to kick free. “Relax, Joker. You won’t escape from me.”
“I don’t want to escape, I want you to escape, out of my life.”
“You’re talking crazy, I’m not in your life.”
“Six weeks ago, Bats and I were having a wonderful time. He was beating on me, and I was half a step from getting away. The news was on in the hospital I was robbing, and they mentioned your name. Superman’s fighting with somebody, falling from the sky, could be dead, blah blah. And do you know what Bats, my Batman, did?”
“No idea.” Clark said, trying for casual. He remembered the fight and knew Batman had flown in, the missiles on his Bat-wing distracting Bizarro while Clark recovered. Clark landed on the steps of the asylum, and waved at the security cameras.
“He knocked me out and left! It was my time with Batman, I’d killed two people to pay for it, and he just left because you needed help! If he doesn’t get his priorities straight, I’ll have to kill you Supes; rip your spine out and replace it with anal beads!”
“Oh look, the orderlies are all coming out to welcome you back.”
Joker continued his threats while Clark held him out for the orderlies to put the straight jacket on. They gave him a shot of something, but he was still threatening Clark with exploding rubber ducky suppositories when they dragged him inside. Clark grinned as he took to the sky and flew to the cave. The Batmobile pulled into the cave just after Clark got there. Clark landed beside it and waited for Bruce to get out, trying to wipe the giddiness off his face.
Bruce saw it anyway, and growled as he got out of the car. “What’d the magic do to you?”
“Alternate timeline, had to find you to fix it.”
“Is that why you’re looking at me like that?”
“Sort of. In this alternate timeline, everyone kept asking me the same thing. Even you saw it, but you didn’t ask.”
“I don’t ask obvious questions.” Bruce walked to the work bench, and began unloading the samples he’d taken.
“Waste of your time, I know that. But I must now ask the obvious question: If everyone there could see it, how could the real you miss it?”
“Tell me what it is, and I’ll let you know if I did.”
Clark walked around to the other side of the work bench, so he could see Bruce’s face. “When did I fall in love with you?”
“What?” Bruce set the gun down with a heavy thunk, careful to keep his face still.
“Over there, even the Joker mentioned it. So how could you, oh great and powerful detective, have missed it?”
“Thought you were that effusive with all your friends.” A muttered response as Bruce began stripping the magic gun.
“You saw it, but underestimated the emotion involved, thinking I was just a friendly person.”
“Essentially.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“I thought you didn’t ask obvious questions?”
“Fine. I’ve always thought you could use a thorough rodgering.”
“Interesting, though I can’t imagine that’s one of the British expressions Alfred uses with any frequency. But are you, Bruce, volunteering to replace the stick up my butt with your dick?”
“Stop by after my next fight with Ivy, we’ll see if the stick and the dick can both fit.”
“An answer to a question not asked, three steps ahead of the obvious questions to be asked. Could it be, that you know I can tell when you lie, so you’re not answering to avoid a telling lie?”
“Clark, I have samples that I need to analyze, and you have a job to go to.”
“Why is it so hard to admit you love me too?”
“Because you’re you, Clark. Suppose I did say such a thing, what would you do?”
“I’d pull you out of that armor and spend the rest of the day learning what turns you on.”
Bruce took a deep breath and swallowed before speaking.
Clark toyed with the notion that Bruce was more effected by Clark’s answer than he wanted to show.
“Exactly. A day wasted to personal pleasure, when we have work to do. And then you’ll want dates, movies and picnics. And don’t forget, I have kids. You ever dated a single parent?”
Clark laughed, and pulled out his cell phone. Autodial, three rings and a sleepy voice muttered something like a hello over Clark’s speakerphone.
Bruce was glaring at him as he pulled off the cowl and gloves.
“Dick, this is Clark. Sorry to wake you, but I was wondering what you’d think about me dating Bruce.”
“Lube up well, he gets cranky when he’s got friction burns.” Dick disconnected, leaving Bruce alone with Clark and his smug grin.
“You trained your kids, they can handle anything.”
“Agreed. But I didn’t train you.”
“So you don’t think I can handle you?”
“People thinking with their reproductive organs are easy to manipulate.”
“I don’t know what I feel; it’s just my sex drive talking?”
“Exactly.” Bruce moved over to the changing area, slipping off his armor as he talked.
“You’ve only ever been serious with Lois, and that didn’t work. Almost a year later and you haven’t had a date, or a Midwestern mattress mambo.”
“Mattress mambo? In the Midwest, it’s a roll in the hay. Do you have hay on the grounds?”
“No.”
“Mattress mambo it is.” Clark moved to stand in front of half naked Bruce, arms sliding around his waist.
“No, Clark.” Bruce got his hand up and pointed a commanding finger at Clark’s eye.
“You going to roll up a newspaper and smack me on the nose?”
“If I thought it would work…” Bruce muttered.
“It wouldn’t.”
“What will?”
“Change expectations.”
“What now?”
“That’s what other you said to me, and you were right. Then, you were right, you’re not right now, or, I mean, not correct at this time.”
“As fascinating as that babbling is, it still doesn’t make much sense.”
Clark cleared his throat and tried again. “You expect me to be a demand on your time, whining when you have to work late or break a date.”
“You’ll pardon me if that’s my experience talking.”
“It’s mine too, Bruce. I can break the sound barrier, and I still didn’t have time for Lois.”
“We’ll be the perfect couple than, one that never sees each other.”
“And that’s why we’ll work!”
“Be serious, Clark.”
“I am! We’ll make the most of every moment together.”
Bruce didn’t have an immediate reply, so Clark kissed him. Clark kissed plush lips, chapped by the evening breeze, surrounded by the start of some stubble and it was nice. Until Bruce kissed back and it left nice somewhere on the other side of the sound barrier. Bruce pulled away first, breathing heavy as he let his head rest on Clark’s shoulder.
“A quickie, some cuddling and pillow talk, then hours of hot nasty sex.” Clark murmured into Bruce’s right ear.
Bruce snorted. “Planning out my day already?”
“Your day? No, I’m planning what we’ll do between emergencies and crime fighting.”
“Goofball.”
“Your goofball.”
“My goofball.” Bruce sighed into Clark’s shoulder, and launched an attack of kisses against Clark’s face. Clark didn’t surrender, even went on the offensive as he dug into Bruce’s pants. Bruce grabbed Clark’s hands, pulling them upwards. Clark took the hint and began stroking, while Bruce removed his own pants. When Bruce pulled away a second time, his lips were swollen and red, beautifully inviting.
Clark leaned in to take him up on that invite, but Bruce moved to the side.
“Dick’s right about the friction burns. I’ve got lube in the medical stuff.”
Clark laughed as he stripped his clothes, and ran over to stand behind Bruce in medical. The tube Bruce pulled out of the drawer had been used, the end curled up to prove it.
“What are the medical applications of lube?”
“Do you want me to explain now?”
“No.” Clark was definite on that point, and picked up a naked Bruce to set on the table. “You got stirrups on this thing?”
“What kind of medical stuff do you think we do in here?”
“Emergency prostate exams?”
“Comments like that will not get you laid.”
“What kind of comments equate to sex in your world?”
“Comments like, ‘I’ve got twenty minutes and some lube’.”
“I’ll remember that.”
Bruce pulled Clark flush to the table, so he could wrap his legs around Clark’s waist. Clark went readily and leaned into the kiss. Bruce led, tasting Clark before running hands down to Clark’s nipples. Clark was thrilled to let Bruce lead, reciprocating every touch and lick as he learned what Bruce liked. Bruce liked kissing his way down Clark’s throat, playing with his Adam’s Apple, and moving back up to a spot just under Clark’s ear. Clark moaned when Bruce got there, and Bruce added teeth to the mix. Clark moaned again and let his eyes roll back in his head, so he didn’t see what Bruce did next.
The legs around his waist tightened and flesh was pressed against Clark’s cock. Bruce’s cock rubbed against Clark’s, while Bruce’s hands rose from the bases to the tips in a slow spiral. Clark closed his eyes and let Bruce work his magic. Bruce’s hands sped up and stuttered in their rhythm, and a new sensation, the tightening of Bruce’s hands and the warm fluid coating them, sent Clark into orgasm.
Clark was speaking before he knew it, falling back into reality as he hugged Bruce to him. “It’s so obvious I love you. I wind up anywhere strange and my first thought is to find you. Even if it’s not for you to make sense of things, it just makes me feel better, knowing where you are and that you’re okay. This time? It was so hard to find you, even after I found your body, and he was missing that core of morality, of you-ness.”
“Clark?”
“Yes?”
“I expect you to tell me all about it, every little thing.”
“I don’t really want to.”
“Tough. It’s how we learn and prepare for the next time.”
“I will, simply because it’s you that’s asking.”
“Wonderful. Now can we go back to making medical porn?”
“Oh. Yes, please!”
Clark went for another kiss and the not so medial applications of lube that he wanted to experience firsthand. Later, he would tell Bruce about the other timeline. For Bruce’s sanity in this world, Clark wouldn’t tell him about Thomas’ actions. For Clark’s sanity, he told Bruce he loved him every chance he got, which was an interesting way to spend any lifetime.