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Title: Better Than Anticipated
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, boy-sex, inappropriate use of Alfred's lemonade
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1000ish
Author's Notes: Inspired by genclay's very lovely Pool Party. You must blame her ENTIRELY for this bit of shamelessness. :D

Better Than Anticipated

There were, Clark reflected as he did a lazy backstroke across the elaborate swimming pool in Bruce Wayne’s back yard, certain benefits to having a rich boyfriend. Not the least of which was getting to share his toys. Not that Clark was in any way material, he loved Bruce for the man he was with or without his money. It was just that Mama Kent didn’t raise a fool, and Bruce never seemed to mind when Clark stopped over for an evening swim.

The sun was low on the horizon and the fireflies were just starting to flit around the pool area. Crickets chirruped and the small track lights that illuminated the courtyard around the pool flicked on as dusk approached. Clark sighed in contentment and did another slow lap around the pool.

No shouting Perry, no nagging Lois, no over protective parents or hero-worshipping masses. Alfred had brought out some snacks and lemonade when Clark arrived and things were getting just about as close to perfect as they could.

If only…

“Enjoying yourself?” a low voice asked from off to Clark’s left.


Clark smiled and didn’t even bother to open his eyes as he hummed a yes to Bruce.

“Water feels nice,” Clark mumbled faintly. “We’re having a heat wave in Metropolis, even I was starting to feel a bit over warm.”

Clark heard a Bruce snort softly before he dove into the pool. The splash was minimal, but water lapped gently against Clark as Bruce swam over to him. Water gushed and Bruce inhaled deeply as he broke the surface. Blinking water out of his eyes he regarded Clark. Amusement roiled off of him and Clark knew he was in for some teasing.

That was fine, he was game.

“Don’t you have an artic fortress that could take care of that?” Bruce asked and there was a smile in his voice.

Clark flipped over languidly and gave Bruce a slow smile.

“Yeah, but at the Fortress, chances of seeing you mostly naked are significantly less than if I just come here. Also, Alfred makes better lemonade than the computer,” Clark teased back and drew Bruce into his arms. He pulled him close, settling Bruce lightly on one bent knee, he tangled their legs together under water.

Bruce wrapped his arms around Clark’s neck and slid one hand up to thread his fingers through Clark’s hair. “Are you implying that seeing me in almost naked is just about on par with Alfred’s lemonade?” he smirked.

Clark smirked back and dipped his head to play his mouth lightly against Bruce’s damp neck. “It’s just that he makes very good lemonade…” Clark drawled and licked lightly, just under Bruce’s ear.

Bruce tilted his head back and laughed and Clark couldn’t help but look up to watch him.

The sun was setting behind them and the faint orange light made Bruce’s skin seem to glow a rich and exotic shade. It looked bronzed and flush with color. The blue of his eyes caught the light of the rising moon and sparkled faintly.

He was relaxed and pliant in Clark’s arms, his head titled to the side as he watched Clark. Water dripped slowly from his damp and messy hair to run rivulets down his neck and chest.

“I think I should feel insulted,” Bruce said, still smiling.

“Not at all,” Clark whispered and bent his head to kiss Bruce wetly. They both tasted of chlorine and Alfred’s lemonade. Their mouths slid together and Bruce’s soft lips gave way under his. Something hot twisted in the pit of Clark’s stomach and he pulled Bruce flush against him as he tangled their tongues together kissing deeply.

Kissing Bruce was like nothing else Clark had ever experienced. There was an exhilaration that was unlike any other he had felt. Flying, fighting, winning, dying, nothing felt anything remotely like kissing Bruce Wayne.

Clark was swept up the in whirlwind and it consumed him wholly. Nothing mattered but the soft press of Bruce’s lips and the slick glide of his tongue in Clark’s mouth.

Clark could hear Bruce’s heartbeat quicken and the strong finger’s of Bruce’s left hand tightened in his hair. The muscles of Bruce’s back were clenched tight and they felt hard as rock under Clark’s hands.

“Not at all,” he whispered again and Bruce smirked into his next kiss.

“I’m not entirely sure I believe you,” Bruce husked back and wrapped his legs tightly around Clark’s waist.

Clark moaned and dropped his head to Bruce’s shoulder. The thin, slick fabric of Bruce’s swim trucks did little to hide what was lurking beneath. He could felt every inch of Bruce’s firm, hard bottom as it rubbed against his thigh. When Bruce had slid as far up Clark’s leg as he could, Clark could feel the hot, insistent press of Bruce’s erection against his hip.

The breath caught in Clark’s throat and he mindlessly dragged several wet kisses across Bruce’s neck and shoulder.

“Whatever can I do to convince you, beloved?” Clark groaned.

“I can think of several things,” Bruce’s voice was low, guttural with arousal, but there was still the sound of a smile to it. He slipped an arm around Clark’s neck and ran a hand down his chest. Nimble fingers crept beneath Clark’s trunks and hot lips nibbled at the shell of his ear.

“Anything you want,” Clark promised, practically panting against Bruce’s chest. “All you have to do is ask.”

Clark felt Bruce smirk against his ear and a sharp thrill went up his spine. Teasing Bruce was fun. Not only did he get to enjoy the novelty of being only one of a few people who could get away with teasing both Batman and Bruce Wayne, but there were also some pretty interesting consequences to the game.

Clark smiled around a gasp as Bruce’s hand closed over his erection. This night was going to be even better than he had anticipated.


( 21 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 28th, 2008 01:48 am (UTC)
Oh my! I'm more than happy to take the blame for something this lovely :P

This is such a sweet piece of smut. It's just the sort of thing I was thinking of when I was painting this. My mind kept wondering 'just what is Bruce doing with his hands?' the whole time i was working on it.

Thank you so much, I'm so happy to have inspired you. :D
Sep. 28th, 2008 02:57 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you liked it. I just kept thinking about your picture all day and had to write this. :D

Bruce's hands were up to wicked things, indeed. >:D
Sep. 28th, 2008 01:53 am (UTC)


Me like. A lot. :)
Sep. 28th, 2008 02:58 am (UTC)
I can never figure out how to end things. Either I have a great ending in mind, or things just peter out and I'm left flailing. :(

I'm glad you liked it.
Sep. 28th, 2008 02:59 am (UTC)
Happens to me all the time. It's why I so rarely finish fics. It's a big problem, honestly.

Sep. 28th, 2008 03:02 am (UTC)
I just keep writing until something hits me. It's not always a good thing.
Sep. 28th, 2008 05:31 am (UTC)
Aaaahhhh.... this was just *perfect*! ^_~ I love Clark and Bruce getting to have their sexy happy ending. ^_^
Sep. 28th, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
I love happy and content Bruce/Clark. They spend so much time saving the world that sometimes, they just need languid pool-sex. :D
Sep. 28th, 2008 02:35 pm (UTC)
No, you are GOOD. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. <3

God, I LOVE your Bruce/Clark porn, you and Jen always help me remember why I love Bruce/Clark so much. I loved the smutty bits, you are obviously great at adding more little teases. This was deliciously HOT and I actually prefer this fic to end this way, it definitely leaves the reader wanting more (hint, hint). Yummy! :)
Sep. 28th, 2008 06:57 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Tina. *hugs* <3

I've been on such a Bruce/Clark kick lately. I'm not sure why. This one was because of genclay's picture, though. Totally. :D

There needs to be more Happy Bruce/Clark. :D
Sep. 28th, 2008 08:30 pm (UTC)
Niiiiiiiice! :) This totally had me smiling from ear to ear. :D
Sep. 28th, 2008 10:21 pm (UTC)
Clark's so cute sometimes. :DD
Sep. 28th, 2008 09:49 pm (UTC)
Yummm. Hot, sexy, and totally yummy. You do know that you're the one that got me into Bruce/Clark in the first place right? This was just one wonderful example of why.

Loved this.
Sep. 28th, 2008 10:22 pm (UTC)
I regret nothing >:D

I'm glad you liked it.
Sep. 29th, 2008 01:44 am (UTC)
Wow, so wonderfully sexy! :)

I do like the description of the cool evening and the pool and Clark's contentment in the beginning. And Alfred's lemonade! ;)

Bruce smiling so much makes me happy! :)
Sep. 29th, 2008 08:56 pm (UTC)
There needs to be more happy Bruce fic. He spends too much time sad and brooding. Though, I firmly maintain that it's impossible to be sad and brooding with a potential Superman-ravishing on the table.
Sep. 29th, 2008 11:12 am (UTC)
Lovely, lovely smut. I go away from my fl for a day (family visiting; couldn't find an excuse to ditch them for the computer) and I come back to this little gem.

Very nice.
Sep. 29th, 2008 08:57 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it. Also, absence makes the heart grow fonder. I'm pretty sure that rule also applies to smut fic. >:D
Oct. 1st, 2008 03:57 am (UTC)
Yeah, but at the Fortress, chances of seeing you mostly naked are significantly less than if I just come here.

Clark is eminently practical, I agree with him wholeheartedly. :)

For some reason the kiss tasting of chlorine and lemonade just made my spine tingle, it's a wonderful juxtaposition and fits them and this story perfectly. Such a great read!
Feb. 6th, 2009 06:50 am (UTC)
Can I just say? There were, Clark reflected as he did a lazy backstroke across the elaborate swimming pool in Bruce Wayne’s back yard, certain benefits to having a rich boyfriend. Not the least of which was getting to share his toys. Immediately led me to the Clark/Bruce/Dick place.
Feb. 7th, 2009 07:05 pm (UTC)
Oh god, that was totally not my implication, but you're right. Now that I think about it, that's exactly what it sounds like. D:
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