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The Birthday Present	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 8478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You." Kal told him firmly. "Need a break. You have just about run yourself into the ground lately." A steely hand wrapped around Bruce's wrist with surprising gentleness.
"Kal. What are you doing?"
"Don’t argue." He was told.
Bruce scowled at the big idiot. "What!"
"I mean it, Bruce! Now keep still for just one minute." Kal tugged at his cape and pulled it free, but before Bruce could even think about how strange it was to see the body-suit without the familiar cape attached, he was cocooned in it.
Bruce had never really given much thought to how fast Kal actually was, but he was sure it hadn't been more than a minute and the folds of fabric were already dropping back off him.
Trust Kal to be so literal! So where's he brought me? Wherever it was, the air was warm and smelt slightly of tropical sea.
"It is a tropical sea!" As his vision adjusted, Bruce got his first good look around and was amazed. "Kal, what have you done?"
"I abducted you." Came the instant response.
"What?"
"Oh come on, Bruce!" Kal rolled his eyes. "It's a classic scenario! According to the TV it happens all the time!"
"What does? Superman abducting people?" What channels does HE watch for God’s sake? I thought the kiddy shows were his limit?
"No… Aliens abducting American citizens." Kal gave a deep sigh. "I wrapped you in my cloak, picked you up, and brought you here," He explained, "So you could relax."
"I'm not two years old, you know. You don’t need to use little words." Bruce said testily. Proves my theory... definitely kiddy shows...
"Now that's exactly what I mean." Kal gave him that wide mysterious grin. "You need a vacation, Bruce, but more than that you need a friend…"
"And you're that friend?" Bruce began to wonder whether Kal had recently taken a knock to the head?

Or maybe someone has used Kryptonite on him and scrambled his brain? It was a worrying thought. What if Superman had gone crazy?
No, this is Kal. He's about the most sensible, patient, tolerant, and reliable person I know. Bruce was fairly sure about that.
In which case, maybe he's right and maybe I DO need a break? Or maybe I'm as crazy as I think he is? Was insanity contagious? Before he could start fretting about that, his companion distracted him.
"Why don’t you take off your shoes and socks and paddle?" Kal was asking. He'd already pulled off his own boots, and…
Christ!
The sight of Kal stripped down to just the small shorts was something that Bruce had never seen before… or at least if he had he'd never taken notice of it. He blinked. Those were very small shorts weren’t they, or maybe there was just so much of Kal that the garment looked small in comparison?
Or maybe both?
"The water's lovely!" Kal laughed, as he waded out into the surf and plunged right in. "Come on! Get in!"
"I can't do that," Bruce said absently, wondering what exactly Kal was going to say to Lois, or the rest of the League when he told everyone about all of this?
And he will: he's honest like that. Not to mention Dumb. Lois will tear him to pieces...
"Kal, you have trunks - I don’t," He protested weakly.
"Fair enough." Kal dipped under the water, and then resurfaced. The next second a small mound of very wet cloth landed in the sand right beside Bruce.
"Okay, now neither of us has any!" Kal laughed.
There was only one explanation that Bruce could think of. "You are crazy!" He said seriously. If so, why don’t I feel more worried?
"Maybe, but I'm not the one sitting there overheating in a business suit, on a nice sunny afternoon, with an empty beach and lovely warm sea only inches away." Kal reminded him. "Come on! There's no one around, we've got the whole island to ourselves. What are you afraid of?"
Put like that, there didn’t seem any point in arguing.

"I wasn’t afraid, just cautious," Bruce told him, surfacing beside Kal and treading water. "Where is this place anyway?"
"It's my island."
"YOU have an island? How come I never knew that?"
"Well, that's because I never officially accepted it. I wanted to give it back, but I was worried that might have offended the locals." Kal flushed a little. "Not that they really are all that local, but it's a relative term. There was a problem with one of the other islands in this chain, and after I helped them sort it out they insisted on giving me this place, as a thank-you gift." He grinned. "It doesn’t have anything on it but a little bit of sand, most of it's just a rock out in the ocean. But it's the thought that counts, right?"
"Right." Bruce agreed. A sudden thought occurred to him, and not about islands either.

Thankfully Kal had Bruce out of the water before he could either choke, or drown. Standing there, with Kal's big solid arms around him, Bruce couldn’t help himself.
It's a natural reaction! He told himself angrily. Just a normal response to being touched … in a friendly way … and it doesn’t have anything to do with being practically cuddled by Superman. Just delayed shock, that’s all it was, nothing more...
"Bruce, you okay? You're still shivering!" Kal was visibly worried.
When doesn’t Kal worry about something? It comes as naturally to him as breathing. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he didn’t have something to worry about! Viewed that way, he was practically doing Kal a favour…
"Look, I'm just going to dry you off, okay?" Kal was definitely stressing. "I'll be really careful with you, promise! Okay?"

Before he could protest, Bruce felt sudden gentle warmth suffuse his entire body.
Heat vision? He must have looked panicked, as Kal immediately caught hold of him and sat down, pulling Bruce down onto his lap, hugging him and gently rubbing his back and arms.
I'm sitting on Superman's lap! That wasn’t half so worrying a thought as the realisation that it was turning him on. And it was a turn on, sitting there, naked as the day he was born, with huge biceps locked tenderly around him, solidly muscled thighs rippling beneath him, being cushioned by pec's the size of dinner plates. But more than the physical, it was the emotional closeness that tugged at him. The knowledge that this person cared for him in a way that was more than sexual. Money could buy sex, but it couldn’t buy this.
And any second now he is going to notice… I am so dead...
"Bruce… You're so tense." Kal sighed. "I didn’t mean to worry you."
"You don’t worry me, Kal, I worry me." Bruce told him with complete honesty.
"Why?" Kal wondered.
"Because this is turning me on," Bruce confessed. "Because I know that you didn’t mean for this to happen, but it …" He stopped as a finger brushed his lips.
"How do you know I didn’t mean it?" Kal whispered gently
"Er, Lois…"
"Is history," Kal murmured in his ear. "That was a mistake; this isn't."
Bewildered, Bruce could only blink at that revelation, "But you …

"Sssh." The heat of fingers around his aching cock silenced any further protest he might have made. Superman or not, no one did that to someone else unless they meant to. Bruce groaned out loud, already moving beyond embarrassment and into ecstasy.
"Enjoy it, Bruce." The hand was pure magic. Who knew invulnerable skin would feel so soft?
"Oh god!" Bruce clung to the solid body, hips jerking as he fucked Kal's enfolding fingers. "Oh Kal … that's …Oh…" Words failed.
"Just let it happen." Kal soothed. "Let go…"
And Bruce did. This was Kal, his friend, and he was doing things to Bruce that no one else had ever done. The arms wrapped around him were solid and warm, and the lips that brushed his were full of tenderness and affection.
"Go on, Bruce, you need this, and I want to give it to you." Kal murmured. "Come on, Bruce … come in my hand…"
He couldn’t have stopped himself if he had wanted to, and by then Bruce wasn’t thinking, he was just doing. The scream that tore its way out of him was lost in the side of Kal's neck: the exotic, alien scent of the last son of Krypton linked forever in Bruce's consciousness with a truly mind blowing orgasm.

The scent of freshly pressed linen gradually brought Bruce back to his senses. He blinked lazily and smiled. Naturally he was in his own bed, and quite alone.
Only to be expected really. It had been an exhausting few weeks and everything had finally caught up with him.
But that was one hell of a dream … and of course there is going to be one hell of a mess… Except that from what he could tell both he and the bed were both suspiciously dry. Turning, Bruce started to fluff the pillow, half-inclined to drift back to sleep, only to inhale the last lingering traces of …
Kal… He also realised he could feel a few grains of sand rolling between him and the fitted base sheet.
Dear God, it was real! That prompted another equally shocking thought.
How am I ever going to face Kal after this? And what about when Sandy wakes up? How could I ever explain this to him?
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