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Clark landed outside the Manor, smiling to himself as he headed up the stairs, let himself in the front door. He had his own key now- and it felt strange to be locking up behind himself, to be greeted by silence.
He tried to be quiet, figured Bruce must have gotten in an hour ago- might even be asleep already.
He climbed the stairs, headed straight for Bruce’s room. There was a light down the other end of the hallway, shining through a bedroom door. Damian, which meant if he was up perhaps Bruce had gotten back later than Clark expected.
Clark pushed on Bruce’s door gently, still hoped to find him laying down in bed. Instead what he got was Bruce naked from the waist up, working on wrapping his wrist. He glanced up when the door opened, before he looked back to what he was doing as Clark stepped in, closing the door behind him.
“Late night?” he asked, and Bruce grunted. “You sprain something?”
“Sprained wrist. Don’t even look at my knee, I think it’s twice the size it should be. Feels like I pulled every muscle in my back.” Bruce finished wrapping his wrist as Clark frowned.
“Do you… uh.” He cleared his throat. “I mean…I could give you a massage?” Bruce glanced over at him, and Clark grimaced, figured it had been ridiculous to even ask-
“If you’re honestly offering.” Clark opened his mouth- stared for a moment, before he swallowed.
“Uh, yeah. Of course.” Bruce turned, heading for the bed. He climbed on gingerly- and Clark could tell he was trying to baby his one knee. He waited until Bruce was settled on his stomach, before he climbed on himself. He straddled the backs of Bruce’s thighs, leaning over him and placing his warm hands on his shoulders, beginning to work the muscles.
They were tense- tighter than Clark had even expected, and he got a pained groan from Bruce. Still, he squeezed harder, worked towards the base of his neck- could hear a skip in Bruce’s heartbeat.
“Too much?” Clark asked, thumbs digging in below the base of his neck.
Bruce’s breathy no had Clark shivering, and he bit his lips, trying to fight down the fact that it was pretty hot, being on Bruce like this, and that groan-
“Keep it together, Clark,” Bruce said, turning his head as the meta began working down his spine. “Just because you’re on top of me doesn’t mean you can get ideas.”
Clark laughed, straightening up as he worked down the entire length of Bruce’s spine. “I wasn’t.”
“You’re lying.”
“Only a little.” Clark worked his hands out towards Bruce’s hips, began moving back up his spine. “Are you complaining?”
Bruce groaned again. “No,” he admitted- which took Clark by surprise, since half the time Bruce liked to act as if he had no interest in whatever sordid little thoughts Clark had come up with- which they both knew was always a lie. “Just regretting I’m in too poor of shape to enjoy them.”
Clark smiled, leaning over and pressing his mouth to the back of Bruce’s neck. “Some other time. Maybe in the morning. I can even be gentle.” He playfully nipped at Bruce’s neck- got a breathy chuckle, before he pushed himself up, continued to work the tension out of his muscles.