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Clark wanted to MURDER (not. Actually. Murder. But yknow) his entire team of coworkers for what they’d done. Which was get him into a bustling celebrity gala where his celebrity crush would be appearing. Bruce Wayne was a heavily attractive man. He flirted with both men and women, leaving a torrent of broken hearts in his trail- story after story about the famed ‘billionaire playboy’ popping up everywhere. Clark wouldn’t call his fondness obsession- Like Lois and Jimmy often teased- moreso just admiration for the man. He was admirable in his work ethic and the way he ran his company, professional in nearly every aspect, and a smaller much more secret part of him was thankful for his increasingly generous donations to the Justice League foundation- funding things like the watchtower, the kid’s team at mount justice, upgrading their hero suits, etc- he was a good man.
A very, ruggedly attractive good man.
Clark had been at the event for near to three hours now- staying professional and interviewing various other Gothamite celebrities and philanthropists, but a small part of him was dissapointed Bruce hadn’t showed. Maybe a big small part.
Regardless, Clark was sat at the bar, drinking a virgin cosmo (alcohol? On a work night? What are you- insane?) and going through the notes he’d taken interviewing a particular celebrity- planning to set back out on the crowd soon, hoping to catch a few more words- even if they didn’t come from Gotham’s most famous boy toy.
It had been quite a long night for Bruce Wayne, but it was finally coming to a close. How, you may ask.
Well, by going to a celebrity gala, of course! What better way to end the night than to go and get just a little too drunk and maybe do something stupid? It caused a bit of a stir when Bruce did finally make his appearance. Honestly, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that Bruce was very..VERY tired. So his impulse control was hair thin. He was pulled into many conversations on his way to the bar, but he DID eventually make it. And he got his usual, a pornstar martini. He sipped on his drink, still pausing for chats. Because people were still trying to talk to him while he was sat at the bar. He had been on his feet all day and he just needed a bit of a sit, that’s all. He was a tiny bit dazed, zoning out a bit. He was trying to remember what time he walked in to figure out what time was reasonable enough to crash the party before leaving.
Clark sighed, reading over notes he’d taken in a particular interview. An older businessman who’d been rather drunk, rambling on about how he disliked superheroes and their work ethic- it had ticked him off a bit, but he’d obviously stayed neutral and quiet. He started placing his notepad and pen away into his bag, taking a final sip of his drink and catching the attention of the barman.*
“Excuse me sir? Another one- still a virgin, please.”
He was a bit sad he couldn’t take advantage of the expensive alcohol selection at this particular gala, but he also didn’t want Lois giving him shit for being hungover tomorrow. Bruce’s eyes were drifting over the crowd as he sipped on his gay little drink between responses to something or other. He was about to respond when his attention was caught by another man at the bar. He didn’t recognise him right away, so he most likely wasn’t from Gotham and/or wasn’t some sort of celebrity. Not like the man couldn’t pull it off. The guy definitely had the potential to be a model or something.
He was gorgeous. Broad shoulders, big blue eyes. He looked familiar, vaguely.
Mr. Big Blue was slumped over a notepad, reading whatever was scribbled on there with a slight frown. Bruce continued to watch the man out of the corner of his eye as he chatted with whoever he was talking to, but his focus had properly shifted to him. He paid attention to the man’s order, humming to himself softly. That was a choice. Most celebrities come to these galas to get drunk. It only took another moment before it clicked. He was a reporter of some sort! Which made a lot of sense. Well, he might as well give him something story worthy. Bruce politely excused himself from the conversation, standing up and drifting his way to the seat right next to the reporter. He gazed at him for a moment before tilting his head curiously.
“You know..Not many people get virgin drinks on a night out like this..”
Clark had thanked the bartender as he placed the drink in front of him, starting to put some of the papers away into his side bag- but the voice of the stranger next to him made him nearly drop them as his heart stuttered a bit.
Bruce Wayne.
Clark stared at him for a couple of seconds, before very quickly composing himself and going a bit pink.
“Mr Wayne! Uh- yes, yes, they- do. I-I have work tomorrow, I don’t want to show up hungover- I-I wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place- not as in I snuck in! No no, t-the original person who was supposed to come was a colleague- but she got sick, and I took her place, I-”
‘DARN it. I am making a complete fool out of myself in front of maybe the hottest man I’ve ever seen. Act cool, Clark. Act COOL. God I just said WAY too much. Does he know I’m Superman somehow? God. No. Does he know I have a very small CRUSH on him somehow? Was THAT FLIRTING?!’
...no, Clark, that indeed- was NOT flirting. Hi it's me, your internal monologue. Lock the FUCK in.
Bruce raised an eyebrow at the rambling, a bit of a confused smile cracking on his face at it. The rosiness of his cheeks was not lost to Bruce…it was very cute.
“I don’t see any issue in that. You can have as much of my time as you need..”
Bruce hummed, tilting his head to the side a bit as he gave Clark a pointed look up and down. Clark sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Sorry, god- I’m embarrassing myself. Uhm. My name is Clark Kent. I work for the Daily Planet, a-and I’d love to have a few minutes of your time! I-if that’s alright. I have to be honest, I was under the impression that you weren’t making an appearance.”
“I originally wasn’t planning to!”
He laughed pleasantly, flashing Clark with that award winning smile.
“It was aaaa.. last minute decision. I’m glad I made it though….”
Bruce said smoothly. Clark saw Bruce’s quick look up and down him. He shifted in his seat a bit, adjusting his tie. His brain felt like it was made of jelly.
“Yes, yeah- I’m- c-covering for a journalist named Cat Grant. A friend of mine! She’s- really good with very famous people, I’m not really… used to this scene.”
Ignoring the fact that there had been a Justice League meeting the day prior, but- that was Superman. This was Clark. And he was face-to-face with Gotham's favourite boy toy.
“I-I am very not used to this scene. I’ve gotta say, though- would probably be easier if I was a bit tipsy. That’s why they call it liquid courage, after all.”
He smiled, a rather dopey grin. He was inwardly cringing about his lack of ability to small talk.
'Jesus. This guy was embarrassingly cute,' Bruce thought to himself, as his eyes raked over the man again. Big dopey smile and the biggest blue eyes ever. The glasses had to be making them bigger. They had to be. Because. God. Bruce was totally staring. But honestly he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was known for being subtle during his public appearances.
“I mean a drink or two won’t kill you, if you need it. Unless you’re a lightweight. Heard that the Daily Planet's been having some trouble with a wiley reporter. Wouldn’t want you getting in trouble, now,”
Bruce chuckled good-naturedly.
“I’ll buy you a drink if it’ll help youuu.. loosen up... You seem tense.”
He placed a hand on Clark’s massive fucking shoulder, giving it a squeeze before sliding it down his arm a bit, giving him a small pat. He could feel the muscles under there.
“I don’t bite, if that’s what you’re worried about!.. Or I don’t bite unprompted, that is..”
He joked….mostly joked. Clark had been watching Bruce’s every movement. Admiring his lopsided smile, not quite seeming to pair with his dark eyes. He glanced down at his hand- and as it slid down his arm? He nearly folded there and then. This 6’5 hunk of muscle was about to melt. His eyes widened a bit at his final remark, his eyes widening just a little.
“A-ah- I’m-”
The blush was creeping down his neck at this point. He cleared his throat.
“I-I suppose… a drink may help.”
May help calm him the fuck down indeed. Bruce smiled again, sitting up and a bit. Clearly, this guy had some sort of crush on him. Because there was not a single straight guy in the world who would be literally bright red down his neck over a shoulder pat and a smile.
“Amazing! What’re you feeling?.. what’s your drink of choice?”
Bruce asked, placing an arm on the bar and leaning into it. He picked up his drink, taking another sip, his eyes not moving off of Clark once. Clark, again, might’ve passed out then and fucking there. He let out a sort of squeak, before clearing his throat, and looking pointedly down at his empty glass. See- Kryptonians couldn’t get drunk on planets with a yellow sun like this one, but they could sure as hell get tipsy. And Clark, who’s avoided alcohol for most of his life, was the world’s biggest lightweight.
“A-anything sweet, really… never liked the actual taste of alcohol.”
Bruce nodded, flagging the bartender over. His gaze finally dragged off of Clark as he talked to the bartender.
“Aaaaa…Sex on the beach for the big guy, please? Extra sweet. His request, not mine.”
He hummed, glancing over at Clark and giving him a sly smirk and wink before thanking the bartender and properly turning back to him.
“Well, while they’re getting that for you, we can start whatever interview you wanted to do with me.”
Clark nearly choked on air when he heard THAT drink name. The man hardly liked to swear. He was red now, but still tried to gain his composure as he scrambled for his notebook, as well as a small recording device from his pocket.
“U-uh- I can either record our conversation or write down everything you say, which would you prefer?”
He said, as he sectioned off a new bit of his notepad, scribbling down some general questions, and a few more… specific ones.
“Record it, helps the memories last longer and all.”
He said, taking another small sip of his drink.
“It’s an exclusive Bruce Wayne Interview, you should be able to go back to listen to it later. Just in case you need to hear me again.”
He smiled. The drink wasn’t exactly hard to make, so it was done and in front of Clark relatively fast, his old glass disappearing by the hands of the bar tender. Clark thanked him as he placed the drink down, trying his very best to stay professional- his face reddening nearly as much as his cape. He cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose, and pressing ‘record.’
“I-I’d like to confirm that everything you say is on the record, and I can use in my article.”
Bruce smiled brightly, nodding.
“Of course! It’d be scummy to let you interview me and not let you publish it..”
Bruce sat up a bit more, adjusting his posture before finishing off his drink.
“Now, ask away, Clark.”
Clark shoved aside all and any thoughts, before looking down at his notes and looking back up at Bruce.
“These questions are a mixture of public curiosity and- my own, if I’m honest.”
He cleared his throat.
“You’ve been very generous with your donations to the Justice League foundation- and while I’m sure the heroes heavily appreciate this, is there a particular reason why?”
Bruce thought for a moment, seeming to give the question careful consideration before speaking.
“Well, as you know, my parent are taken from me when I was young.”
He started.
“It was something that if..if hero’s such as those in the Justice League were more prevalent it…may not have happened. I was lucky to inherit everything my parents left behind and if I’m honest, even if I didn’t, I’d still be trying to make donations. Granted, not as generous ones.. but- donations nonetheless.”
He chuckled.
“The idea that if there is even a small chance that the money I’m giving is able to go towards stopping a child from going through what I had..it brings me peace. It’s what my parents would’ve wanted.”
Clark couldn’t help but find himself smile. The so called ‘billionaire playboy’ was sat in front of him, giving him a story that could only be described as- well- emotional, but also sappy. Bruce had been through a lot.
“If you don’t mind me saying, I’m sure your parents would be very proud,”
Clark offered with a smile.
“The League have spoken out many times in support of your various campaigns, especially Batman- many wonder if the two of you know eachother. Is this true?”
Superman didn’t know all that much about the Bat, despite how often they worked together. He was mysterious, brooding, quiet, strong, and scary. NOTHING like Bruce. But he was always the first to speak out in support of his various projects and events. Bruce returned that smile. Well of course Batman often spoke out about his campaigns. It deserved recognition. And even Batman is not immune to a bit of self flattery.
“Well, everyone knows at least a bit about the both of us.. but personally? No. I’ve never had a chance to properly get to know him.”
Bruce sighed.
“He’s a very dedicated man, though. Have youuuuu…written any articles on him? I’d love to read them."
“On Batman?”
Clark echoed, thinking back. He’d done quite a lot of work on the justice league, and of course many 'personal' interviews with Superman, but not on Batman himself he didn’t think. He smiled again, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I have written some things on the Justice League, but not Batman himself. I have to be honest, he’s quite intimidating. F-from what I’ve heard and seen,”
He added quickly.
“I haven’t interviewed any of the Justice League themselves aside from Superman, only written articles. I have interviewed some of their sideki- sorry, not sidekicks- uhm- I believe they prefer the term protégés. The Outsiders team. I’m sure you’ve heard of them.”
Connor being the only one that knew of his father’s actual name and job, had been rolling his eyes a bit while Kid Flash was desperate to answer all the questions after a rescue mission in metropolis- clearly rolling in a bit of spotlight. Bruce nodded, gazing at Clark and listening intently.
“Ah, that makes sense. I reckon the Justice League is a bit too busy for a lot of interviews. It was just a bit of curiosity!”
“Indeed they are,”
Clark affirmed, talking from experience. Bruce chuckled, glancing over to the bartender and requesting another drink before turning back to Clark.
“Didn’t mean to derail this-.. You’re the one doing the interview after all. Any more questions?”
He took a small sip of the drink, heavily enjoying the sweet taste of it. He smiled, putting it aside.
“I-I have a few more questions, yes. Uhm,”
He was quite weary of the fact that it was VERY loud in here. It was a tad overstimulating. Lord fucking knows where Connor gets his autism from. He looked back at his notepad, before asking Bruce a few more various questions about his company and financing, stuff that wasn’t particularly interesting, before getting down to the more… ‘magazine material’ stuff. Bruce answered all of the questions pleasantly and with a smile…but even he was getting bored of the questions. The only reason he stuck around to make it to the interesting questions was because if he was getting bored he’d just go on autopilot and stare at Clark.
“Now… I hate to ask, but quite a few people are interested, as it’s pride month- you’ve supported some charities and organisations including the Gotham Pride March, and many are wondering if this is the act of an ally, or the act of a fellow member of the community.”
He was blushing a bit. By ‘quite a few people’ that very simply meant… him. HE wanted to know. If he had a shot with Bruce Wayne and blew it Lois and Jimmy would never stop giving him shit for it. Bruce perked up as the question caught his attention, snickering softly.
“Pff… I thought this was public knowledge already. But, I guess it could do with some reiterating. I go for *anyone* who peaks my interest.”
Bruce hummed smoothly, giving Clark a pointed look up and down.
“So I guess you could say I’m part of the community. I don’t love putting myself in boxes, though, so I can’t give you an exact…answer.”
“N-no. Boxes.”
He had NOT missed that look. He nodded, taking another gulp of his drink- he’d need it to even try to continue this conversation.
“I-I see, I see. Well. Regardless, I’m sure people will be happy to hear that.”
He cleared his throat again, his race going a bit redder as he looked down at his notepad. Bruce grinned. Finally Clark had seemed to pick up what he was putting down.
“S-so, Mr Wayne- many know you’re not really one for public relationships, but has there been anyone that’s recently- peaked your interest?”
He said, half nervously. The alcohol was somehow making this WORSE. Bruce laughed at the next question, tilting his head a bit.
“Pff- Are these the personal questions or did Cat put you up to it?..”
He joked.
“Buuuut… Yes, as of recently, someone has caught my eye.”
He smiled, his gaze softening a bit.
“Thoooughhh.. I’m unsure I’m unsure if he realized he has, yet.”
Clark inwardly sighed. Of course he had some kind of relationship with a random guy, how could HE ever have a shot?? He inwardly sulked a bit, but kept professional on the outside.
“Would you be able to drop any… hints, as to who they may be?”
So Superman can visit them.
NO! Clark, no.
Bruce’s smile falters a second, just. Staring at him for a second. The gorgeous, big blue eyes were apparently there to shield the fact that there seemed to not be much behind them.
GOD he wanted to kiss this guy, he was so stupid.
“Yes, actually I can, Clark.”
He smiled, tilting his head.
“I’ve only met him VERY recently, so there isn’t too much information I could give you about him. But, I do know he has some very captivating blue eyes.”
Please. Please. This was bordering on middle school flirting and it was almost hurting his ego. Clark innocently blinked at him, before suddenly his face burned red.
Oh.
OH.
He moved around, finishing off his drink as he- comprehended.
Bruce Wayne was FLIRTING WITH HIM.
Don’t mess this up. For the love of everything. Clark Kent, do NOT mess this up.
“I-I have. Uh. Maybe some idea…”
He said, a sudden feeling of being very aware of his surroundings taking over him.
“This is a… very public space to be talking about. Such things.”
“You’re absolutely right, this is quite a public space. I’m sure we can find somewhere else to continue this around here.”
Bruce grinned. Yessss. He had finally gotten it. Thank god.
“Or…”
He started, leaning a bit closer and placing his hand over the microphone bit of the recorder as he said softly.
“We can take this interview back to my place.”
Hhhhhholy.
Bruce was barely a few inches from Clark’s face, his face going impossibly red as he nodded a bit.
“W-we can. We can do that- yeah. Your- your place,”
He managed to get out, his face going almost impossibly redder.
Bruce smirked, sitting back and taking his hand off the recorder, grinning.
“Amazing! I’ll get my driver to bring the car around the front. Do you have any more.. personal questions to ask me?..”
Clark stared for a minute. There was a glint in Wayne’s eye. God- even if this was gonna turn out to be a one night stand, Clark wouldn’t care. He stood up, pressing the 'stop’ button on the recorder.
“I maybe have some… things I’d like to ask, uh. Off the record.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, blushing more. He’d never been that direct with ANYONE. This was VERY new. He kind of wanted to vomit, he didn't know if it was the light alcohol buzz or the buzzing in his stomach. He felt like he'd eaten a bunch of butterflies.
“Off the record? How exciting...”
Bruce hummed, gazing up at him from where he was sitting for a moment before standing up.
“Ask away, Mr. Kent. Anything your heart desires."
Clark nodded, both hands clutching his bag strap as he walked out of the gala with Bruce. Everyone was so much wrapped up in their own half drunken conversations to even notice the two of them, luckily. Clark walked alongside the man, who was perhaps only a couple of inches shorter than him. Regardless, he was very flustered by the presence of the man. Bruce walked out of the gala with Clark, a lot more calm than he was. Thankfully, everyone else seemed too drunk and wrapped up in themselves to make too much of a fuss about Bruce leaving early.
“H-how long is the. Car journey back?”
He asked, tentatively.
“Hm? Not too long.. you won’t need to wait too much longer for your personal interview with me.”
Bruce flashed a smile up at him. Clark cleared his throat, standing next to him as they waited for his car to pull up. He looked over at Bruce, something about their clear intention of the night shifting the atmosphere quite a bit.
“Y-you’re often known to have quite a few, uhm. Private escapades… have you ever… spent the night with just a journalist before?”
He didn’t dare look at Bruce when he said this.
“Hm? If you’re worried I’ve slept with one of your coworkers, don’t be,"
Bruce snickered.
“I don’t typically go around sleeping with people who's job it is to poking and prodding me about my personal life.”
He hums, sizing up Clark once again.
“Then again, there is a first time for everything.”
Clark didn’t really know how to reply. He went a bit red, letting out a kind of part-strangled whimper-gasp. He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck again as he blushed.
“Y-yeah, no, uh- yeah, I understand that. I-I’m not exactly rich and famous or anything.”
“I mean you very well could be..”
Bruce started, glancing up at him.
“Have you considered modelling? You have the build for it.”
He smiled innocently. Clark’s cheeks were already burning so red he was probably emanating heat.
“U-uh. No, I-I never have,”
He’d be too recognisable as Superman, unfortunately.
“I’ll keep that in mind, though.”
Bruce nodded, taking a quick glance around. Since the party was still in full swing, there weren’t any people out there. So, after just gazing up at Clark for a moment, he carefully hooked a finger under his chin and pulled him down into a gentle kiss, pulling away after a moment. The kiss was brief, but even so, Clark could’ve melted there and then. Bruce Wayne. THE Bruce Wayne. Had just kissed him. And said he should be modelling.
“I’d love to see you on the cover of a magazine one day. I think you’d make it big.”
He let out a squeak in reply, words seeming to leave him entirely. He gave him a rather pathetic look as he nodded. He REALLY wanted to kiss him again. Bruce gazed up at him for a long moment, a grin slowly spreading on his face. Clark was absolutely adorable.
“If you want to do it again, I won’t stop you, Clark.”
Clark moved kind of unsurely, but leaned toward him, and kissed him again. His stomach did about seven backflips, and he was surprised he even managed to keep his composure. His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat. Bruce slid his hand to Clark’s jaw, keeping him close as he melted into him. Clark pulled away, opening his eyes and looking down.
“U-uh.. how long until that car gets here?”
He said, quietly.
“Soon, Clark, soon.”
And soon it did come! After a bit more kissing. Like a lot a bit more kissing. The two men had been nearly making out on the sidewalk before Bruce heard the car pull up beside them. They stumbled into the back of the expensive looking limo, a privacy screen blocking them from the driver as Bruce yanked the door shut. He found his way on top of Clark. Was this road safe? Probably not. But Clark was having the time of his LIFE and didn’t care. He hand his hands on the man’s waist, sharing a rather intense kiss with him. One of Bruce’s hands was buried in Kent’s hair, the other rubbing over his chest, feeling him up as they kissed. Clark could hold his breath for up to an hour, so he was fine to not break away. He let out a slight whine as he felt the other start to feel his chest up, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer. He also of course hadn’t noticed that he’d accidentally pressed record on the device in his pocket again. headed. He pulled away, gazing down at Clark through lidded eyes.
“Damn... Clark... you’re good at that...”
he murmured. He smiled after a moment. Clark looked cute. His face was red and his hair was messy and his glasses were askew. It was a good look. Bruce leaned back down, kissing him deeply again as he slid a hand to the buttons on his blazer, starting to undo them. Clark whimpered a bit, immediately kissing him back when they were together again. God. He was already kind of hard in a damn three piece suit, which was pathetic enough on its own, really- he helped Bruce undo the buttons, pulling away and panting just a tiny bit.
“Y-you’re a very good kisser-”
Bruce bit his lower lip at the noise, it only egging him on more and getting him to kiss him even harder. He grumbled as he pulled away again, chuckling.
“I mean I hope so..don’t just say it to blow up my ego..”
Clark kissed him again, pulling away as he nodded.
“I’d never lie- believe me-”
He mumbled, against his lips.
“I-I have to admit, I’ve- kind of had a fleeting crush on you for quite a while.”
Now WHY the fuck would he say that!? Bruce probably thought he was some kind of creepy stalker now. Besides, fleeting was certainly one way to describe it. If fleeting was fisting your cock shamelessly in your living room when he'd found a magazine where Bruce had done a boxers promo photoshoot then sure. Fleeting. Bruce hummed, tilting his head a bit as he kissed him softly.
“Yeah?.. then..have you thought about this before?..”
“M-maybe,”
He mumbled, taking a shot and starting to kiss down Bruce’s neck. If they didn’t slow down, someone was gonna end up getting head in this car.
...Clark REALLY hoped it would be him.
Bruce let out a soft groan as he felt Clark begin to kiss down his neck, sliding his hand over his chest.
“Mmfuck… yeah? Tell me about it, then…”
Clark moved his hands to Bruce’s waist, gripping firmly but gently. He kissed up to his jaw.
“I-I’ve… thought about you sometimes, even though y-you were just- a famous person I’d most likely never meet-”
Oh he’s so polite. God, this man doesn’t even SWEAR. Bruce shut his eyes, gripping onto Clark’s chest.
“I got that you thought about me, Kent. What did you think about?.. Talk to me.”
Clark paused, gulping before tugging at Bruce’s tie a bit.
“T-thought about you once or twice when- I woke up in the mornings, I suppose,”
He mumbled, going redder. Bruce just stared at him deadpan for a moment before cracking and smiling a bit. He chuckled, shaking his head. Clark wondered momentarily if he'd messed up, staring up at Bruce like a lost puppy.
“God you’re adorable. That’s not what I’m asking Clark. I’m not asking when, I’m asking what..”
He murmured, kissing his cheek as he whispered in his ear.
“What do you think about me doing?..”
Clark was still half convinced this was some kind of fever dream. He’d never gone to the gala, he’d never interviewed Bruce. Some kind of cold had induced him to a state of pure horny fantasy. But no- this was very real. From the stark growl that was what he could only call Bruce’s ‘sexy voice’, to the hand that rubbed up his chest. He was drunk on it.
“I-I- well-”
He tilted his head back a bit.
"M-maybe I’d think about you, uh. Having your way with me.”
Clark was reddening by the second. He was NOT good at this. Bruce groaned, shutting his eyes and laying his head next to Clark’s in defeat for a moment.
“It’s like I’m pulling teeth— You realise I really want to have sex with you, right Kent? You can’t keep this innocent act up forever,"
He snickered, kissing down his neck. Bruce’s kisses and his very direct words could’ve made Clark nut in his pants there and then. And he nearly did. He whined, gripping his waist.
“I-I’ve thought about you- s-sucking me off-”
He mumbled, quickly going tight lipped. God this was humiliating. Convenient someone has a bit of a humiliation kink. Bruce grinned against his neck, picking up his head a bit and staring down at him with lidded, sultry eyes.
“Yeah?.. See? That’s something I can work with that..”
He hummed, moving his knee in between Clark's thighs and nudging his crotch gently, causing the poor reporter to sharply inhale through his teeth. He was lost for words.
“I can feel your hard on… I can help you deal with it right now. You’ll have to stay quiet, though. The driver is far away so I doubt he can hear us right now, but he’ll hear if you’re too loud.”
Bruce smiled. Alfred had driven many a one night stand back to the Manor, and he was pretty sure he had some headphones... and the radio... but still. Regardless, Bruce was glad to see Clark biting his lip, nodding very obediently.
“Yes- yesyesyes- yeah, that’s good- I-I can be quiet, promise-”
Bruce grinned, sitting up on Clark and gazing down at him for a long moment and just admiring him.
“Cmon, sit up.”
Clark did as he was told immediately. He sat up, his blazer was crinkled, his shirt was a mess, and his tie was half pulled. His face was red and sweaty. He bit his lip again, looking up at Bruce- feeling his dick practically twitch at the sight of the man.
“H-how long until we get back?”
Bruce hummed in reply, sliding his hands to Clark’s cheeks and kissing him deeply.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, alright?”
He murmured against him, shifting and starting to make his way to the floor in front of Clark. Clark watched him carefully, a hand going to cover his mouth preemptively. Forgive him for harsh language, but this. Might just be the damn hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Oh, Clark. You’ll be saying far worse later.
Bruce ended up on his knees, right in between Clark’s legs. Was this safe in the slightest? Nope. But this was also some of the few times he gets to actually enjoy himself a bit. So. He placed his hands on the inside of Clark’s thighs, squeezing gently as he pushed them open a bit more before a hand rested over his crotch, palming it. Clark felt himself melt into Bruce’s hand. He gripped the leather seat beside him, careful not to tear it accidentally.
“H-hah that’s- thatss- mmh- g-good god-”
Bruce chuckles, placing a small peck on the growing bulge, keeping his eyes locked on Clark’s.
“I haven’t even started doing anything yet..”
His voice is practically a purr as his hands went to unbutton his pants. He undid the button, unzipping his pants and kissing his cock through his boxers, letting out a warm breath against it.
“Woooowww..”
Bruce had slept with a lot of men before. And women. People of all genders! And he was normally the top, he'd never been dicked down by a one night stand- maybe a couple had got a bit extra feisty and ridden him- but in layman's terms, this guy felt like he had the biggest cock he'd ever seen. He wanted that inside him. Yesterday. Besides, with the near blubbering mess Clark was right now? He was probably one of the most gentle men alive. He'd be the perfect service top for the world's brattiest power bottom. At the kiss, his dick twitched a bit. Clark whined.
“Hmmmmm…”
He whined against his palm again, watching him through his glasses.Bruce gazed up at him for a moment. Jesus *Christ.* If they weren’t in a car heading to his house, he seriously would have ripped all of his clothes off already. Bruce was absolutely drinking up the sight of Clark. He usually liked being a tease, but that felt more like torture for himself.
“Remember, quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone knowing you’re getting a blow job on the job.”
He chuckled, pulling down his boxers. Clark nodded, moaning very quietly against his hand as he watched Bruce. He still could not believe this was happening.
“S-stay- staying quiet, yeah-”
Bruce wrapped his hands around Clark’s cock, rubbing it up and down as he dotted it with small kisses and licks. After teasing him a bit, he placed a kiss right on his tip before cupping his mouth around him, slowly swirling his tongue around it, trying to see what gets the best reactions. Clark was immediately clearly trying very hard to stay quiet. He was letting out quiet whimpers and moans as well as short breaths and whines, his entire body feeling fucking incredible. Also just the thought that; Bruce Wayne. BRUCE. GODDAMN WAYNE. Was sucking him off. God. He stroked Bruce’s hair, trying to ground himself a bit- because god. Bruce was egged on by all the noises, slowly beginning to bob his head up and down and sucking on him. He had been right- Jesus he was big. He knew that his jaw would be in pain after this, but honestly he didn’t care. He wanted to see if he could get Clark to the end before they made it to the house. Just a little game he was playing with himself.
….Although getting Clark riled up and not letting him finish would also be fine. It was a win-win scenario.
Clark was in HEAVEN. He had his hand in Bruce’s hair, gripping it gently as he let out breathy moans and whines against his palm- trying his very best to stay quiet. He closed his eyes, biting his lip and just immersing himself in the feeling. Bruce fucking KNEW what he was doing. Bruce pulled off when he felt himself starting to get lightheaded, his hand going to jerk him off and keep him stimulated.
“Fuck Kent… You look absolutely gorgeous from down here… I think you should really be open to every type of modelling…”
He grinned, his voice already a bit more raspy than it was before. After a moment of catching his breath, he went back down on him, gazing up at him as he sucked him off. Clark whined against his hand, looking down at Bruce- his pupils were blown wide, face red, hair messy. His dick twitched a bit again as it hit the back of Bruce’s throat, groaning again.
“G-goodness me-”
He whimpered out, breathily. Bruce continued to suck him off, feeling himself getting all hot and bothered by this whole situation. After some more of the good-good, Bruce felt the car stop moving beneath him. At first he thought it was a red light, so he kept going, but after being stopped for at least a minute or two, he pulled off with a wet, lewd pop.
“Ah- We must be here—“
He rasped. Clark was a MESS. He let out a quiet whine, having been quite close- he panted, his demeanour shifting as he realised they were back. He sat up just a bit, still PAINFULLY hard.
“H-hah… o-oh we’re, here?”
“Seems like it,”
Bruce hummed, sighing softly. Well, at least it’d be fun to watch Clark try and hide his massive boner. He pulled Clark’s underwear back over him the best he could, only zipping up his pants half way before going to the door and pushing it open.
“Cmon, Kent. You have an interview to attend.”
Bruce smiled, slicking his hair back.
Clark swallowed nervously, his adam's apple bobbing as he got out of the car with Bruce.
This was going to be a night to remember.