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Tears and Rain	By : Waxcrayons Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 13546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Earlier...
"...and like, when is linear relations ever going to come in handy anyway? The only good side is that Jessica is in the class. I think she likes me." Dick spoke loudly, more then used to speaking over the constant chirping of his younger brothers if he wanted to be heard.
"So you just have to sign this stupid paper saying I told you what I did and I'll just have three days of after school suspension. It was a funny prank... Teachers have no sense of humor." Jason scoffed, waving some school from around like it was the most offensive thing on the planet.
The gentle and incessant pulling of his pant-leg was Tim's silent reminder that there had indeed been a promise of a sundae if he managed to pass his spelling test perfectly. Said test was held limply in the boy's tiny other hand, large sparkly happy-face sticker the visible proof the boy had achieved his age-appropriate goal for the week. "You promised." He managed to chirp in now and then between his two elder brother's.
"I apologize for the interruption, Master Bruce, but there are calls waiting for you on lines one and two in your office." Alfred held up his hands apologetically as he noticed the death trap he had somehow managed to find himself in.
All he truly had wanted to do from the moment he slid his keys into the door was to go to the kitchen and enjoy a quiet cup of coffee that Alfred would have brewed for him. Just one quiet cup. Instead he had been blindsided by children and their rapid-fire information and school papers. He looked up at Clark Kent who sat atop the counter next to the desirable coffee pot, an unfairly aromatic cup of steaming ecstasy gliding down his throat. Leave it to Bruce Wayne to eroticize a cup of coffee.
"I shall tell the callers you are occupied at the moment, and write down their information for later then. Sir?"
"Please, Alfred. That would be wonderful."
Kent smiled over his coffee cup. "Cream no sugar, right?"
He nodded, pleased to have another adult here on his team. But why was Kent here? If he intended to find out he was going to have to sort through his juvenile deliquents in record time. "Alright, alright, alright!" His tone brooked no arguement. "One. At. A. Time." Nor did he wait for them to start arguing amongst themselves over which one got to go first. He plucked the paper out of Jason's hand, folded it, and placed it in his pocket. "You enjoy your fleeting moments of freedom because I'm sure when I read this you're going to be grounded." Jason started his usual moaning and groaning but he cut the kid off. "Beat it, bite-size. I'll speak with you later." Dick was his next target. He looked over the failed test but noticed the teacher had written that there was the opportuity to re-take the test during lunch-hour at the school the next day. "So you'll be studying and taking this again tomorrow then?"
"One test isn't going to affect my grade-average that much. It's just a pointless form of math I'll never use again."
"Actually, people use linear relations most every day without realizing it. So there's no reason for you to be failing it. Do you need me to go over some problems with you?"
Dick fidgited. "Jessica wanted to go out to a movie tonight." He blurted out in a rush.
Ahh... yes. Girls were always the plague of young Dick Grayson. He was a charming and good natured young man which was fine, but that did mean many of the older girls hung around the kid just a little too much for his liking. The last thing the boy needed was fully developed breasts to distract him from passing his classes. "And that would be the older girl who's taking that class for the third year and a row, right? I don't think her movie is going to help you pass your test. Did she fail again, too? Maybe you two can crunch numbers instead of watching a chick-flick?"
"So what if she failed? Einstein never passed math and he did all right..." Dick muttered.
"Einstein was a genious. I don't think Jennifer--"
"Jessica." Dick intergected.
"I don't believe Jessica is a genious. Now I could be wrong, so I'll tell you what. You bring me her Mensa papers and I'll shut up. But until then, how about you apply yourself a little more? Call and see if Jessica would like the opportuity as well."
Dick gave him a silly forgiving grin. "One day I'm going to win a debate with you."
He flashed the boy a victorious one of his own. "One day. But not today." Dick took his test back and vacated the kitchen to do just as he suggested which left him tiny little Tim to deal with. He tried hard not to pit the boys against one another by praising and scolding them separately and Tim was the only one with 'good' news from school. He plucked the kid up from the ground and sat him on a hip do he could better see the boy's smiley-faced honored paper. It was a tropical rainforest themed spelling test so naturally words such as 'tropical' and 'baboon' were on it. A list of ten words and one bonus word. Tim had gotten them all correct. "Wow. You got the bonus word too?"
"Indigenous." Tim nodded.
"That's a big word for a little guy. What does it mean?"
"Native. Like... Indians." He furrowed his brow and corrected himself. "Native Americans."
"Hey, congratulations, Tim." Kent commended as he closed the distance between them. He handed the much appreciated cup of joe over as he peered at the test for himself. "What kind of sundae are you going to get?"
"Hot fudge. With extra cherries."
"Not before you have dinner." He set the kid down and combed his hair with his fingers only once before he added, "Go make me a snowman." and watched Tim skip off to do just that.
With perfect aim he tossed the stack of work papers he had stuffed under an arm at the start of the child-assault directly down upon his place at the kitchen table. They had started using the smaller area with a growing frequency over the dining room. The boys had all come from poor means and the large dining hall seemed to intimidate them. Also... It felt more familial to crowd together and be able to clap a hand to a shoulder or ruffle a head of hair when the situation called for it. Personally, he could also admit to not caring for the impersonal aura of the dining hall as a child.
Kent flicked on the radio and Billy Larken's 'Cuchi Frito Man' filled the room. Instumental or otherwise, the appreatiation of the jazz sound was one of the few things the two men commonly shared. Almost immediatly following, Kent was gently easing him into a chair so as to knead taut muscles in his neck and shoulders with steel fingers. Kent was the only person who could wring the tension out of him with one touch. Despite his best effort not to, he sighed deeply out of pure pleasure and Glenn Miller started to play his big band classic 'In the Mood'. He melted forwards, leaning elbows on the table and letting his head just hang.
"You look a lot like Glenn Miller." He purred again despite his effort not to enjoy the massage as much as he was.
Kent chuckled softly. "You haven't looked in a mirror lately have you? You and I sort of look a lot alike too, Glenn."
"Fair enough." He conceded. "I was going to grill you about why you are here unannounced again but I don't care anymore. I'm glad you showed up, Clark."
His eyes popped open to stare at the tabletop. There it was again... With an increased frequency Kent was becoming Clark. Uncle Clark to the boys and even Master Clark over Mister Kent from Alfred. Clark paused in place as he usually did the first time he was called by name when they were together, but the kneading resumed. The relaxing massage lowered to his shoulderblades and if he had had to say, he would have said the touch was a slight bit more delicate... More affectionate.
"Staying for dinner?" He asked softly, wary of breaking the strange spell in the room.
"If I'm invited... Sure." Clark answered just as softly.
"You're invited." He glanced at the clock. "But if you want to eat at a normal hour we're going to have to get out of Alfred's way. Study or Den?"
Clark tilted his head presumably listening to the where the boys had situated themselves in the manor. "Study is quieter." Clark replied as he stepped away giving him room to get up from the table. "Top off your coffee, Mister Wayne?" He handed it over with a word of thanks and lead the way upstairs. The radio was still on from early that morning playing on a low volume Timothy McNeily's 'Easy, Easy, Easy'. "You have more books in your study then Smallville has in it's public library."
He simply sipped his coffee over making any sort of a statement at that. And concidering his recent tolerance for Clark's company, he chose to sit on the couch over his office chair allowing Clark to take the space next to over sitting across a desk from him. Yes, he would get to asking why Clark had surprise visited... Just not right this second. "How's Marta?" He inquired.
The death of Jonathan Kent almost a year ago now had been very hard on both Clark and his gentle mother. Martha and Jonathan had been one of those rare couples that were wholey and truly in love with one another. "Getting by." Clark shrugged. "She's been a little under the weather lately, but she keeps telling me not to worry about her. Like that makes me any less concerned."
"She's from tough Irish stock. We don't go down easily." He assured Clark.
"I thought you were and Englishman."
"Half of one. My mother's maiden name is Kane. I'm pretty sure she was Irish."
"Well, well. Learn something new about you almost every day now." Clark slipped him that secret small smile he only shared when they were alone. "Scooch up." He commanded before levetating into the air and settling behind him on the small couch. Loveseat, he believed was the correct term for it. Clark had explained once that his internal body temperature ran higher then a human beings but it was still a little surprising at exactly how warm his legs felt sliding into place on either side of his own. Strong hands picked up from where they had left off in the kitchen only now with the added heat waves radiating from Clark's close proximaty.
"You are very, very good at this." He purred once more and chose to set his cup on the table close by. Better to focus on the rythmic caresses, he decided. A thought struck him quite suddenly and he was speaking before he could stop himself. "Can you enjoy someone touching you like this? I mean, bullets bounce off you and missiles tickle. It's hard to imagine a pair of hands are going to do anything for you."
Clark shifted, perhaps with the intent and perhaps not yet, they were even closer together when he was answered in a sort of shy, guarded voice. "Actually, I'm pretty sensitive. I can feel each individual grain of sand under my feet at a beach. Or each weave in a silk sheet. When you shake my hand I can feel each and every line on your palm as well as the swirl paterns of your fingertips." Clark continued with a little less defensiveness. "There aren't a lot of things that hurt me but by I am capable of enjoying a massage, to use an example." Considerate as always, Clark didn't ask him where or why the question had come to him. He simply snaked his hands down towards his lower back and continued his exquisite torture. "You always jump when I get down here. You should do some more stretching in the morning. Look... See here?" A thumb worked it's way into a tender bit of coiled muscle and he did indeed jump with a little 'ahh'. "Never fails, Bruce. Lean back"
In doing what he was told he may or may not have purposely misjudged where the couch was. His hands came down to brace himself on Clark's warm thighs, his head resting on a broad shoulder. If he corrected himself it would make the little slip far more noticeable so he chose to leave things as they were. Clark didn't seem to mind anyway. So they stayed in that position, he wincing and making small wet noises at every dig into his lower back and Clark telling him to 'quit it' and 'relax'. Finally he gave up, laying all his weight against the solid body behind him. Completely melted in euphoria and not unreasonably aroused. And wasn't this what is all came down to lately he wondered as he tilted his head to watch Clark through lidded eyes. This silly, juvenile, high-school worthy game between the two of them? A pet here? Another unnecissary touch there? A private joke, secret smiles and the occational dinner out? How far could they take the game before they realized that as much as they each liked the attention they were giving eachother, in the real world it was never going to work out? Neither of them was going cross this finishline.
It was a little sad, but the school bell always rang. Time to go back to class. Playtime would be over. Just a few minutes left on the clock. He twisted slightly, one hand slipping very closely to the not unreasonable arousal in Clark's well-worn jeans. They were almost eye to eye. A mere hair's breath from kissing, one could point out. He felt a hand cup the side of his face as the other traced lazy patterns over his chest and stomach. He enjoyed that for a long time, eyes locked with Clark's.
"You've seduced me, Clark Kent." It was barely more then a breath. Nothing close to a whisper.
Oh, the look in Clark's eyes was nothing like he could have expected. The other man was over him in a the span of one lazy blink, pressing him into the loveseat while pulling his body closer until they fit perfectly together. So maybe the finishline was a little further away then he originally thought? He hated to use the cliche, but his body was on fire and completely out of his control.
"It's about bloody time." Clark whispered hotly into his ear, impossibly husky in tone.
There was a whoosh of air, a loss of orientation, and then he was sitting back up with his cold coffee cup in hand, flushed and confused as to why he was suddenly just so. Clark was fighting down a serious blush by the door to the study holding up a hand as if to say 'what are you going to do?' He waited a believable moment before opening the door to the gentle rapping.
"Dinner is ready, Master Bruce. I've set a place for Master Clark. I am correct in assuming that he will be joining us?" If Alfred noticed anything off at all about either of them he made no mention of it.
"Yes, Alfred. Thank you. We'll be down shortly."
"Very well, Master Bruce." And there just might have been a little amusement hidden in that. Alfred departed before Clark burst out laughing, thankfully.
The alleged Man of Tomorrow flew over to fix his hair for him and do up several of the buttons he had undone unbeknowest to the Dark Knight. And just as he was thinking they had had a good run, Clark leaned over, splaying a hand over his thigh and reaching into his pocket to pull out the note from Jason's teacher. An entirely unnecissary touch. The game was still on.
"Let's see what the darling child did this time?"
It turned out the darling child's prank was actually pretty funny, and he was let off easily with a classic you know better speech. Jennifer or Jessica who was also joining them for dinner turned out to be a decent kid after all, if only mathmatically challeneged. Tim was so excited that he got to have ice cream with both his Dad and Uncle Clark that he had tired himself out early for bedtime, falling asleep on the ride home. Clark held the door for him as he carried the kid in and promptly put him to bed. Eventually they found themselves sitting across from each other at the kitchen table once more.
"That is the one and only time he gets out of brushing his teeth." Bruce said wryly.
"Thanks for the evening of domestic bliss." Clark said genuinely.
"So, what's up?" He asked finally.
Clark sighed and shrugged. "The Green Lantern was called back to deal with some issue at Oa. He said things could get out of hand considering all the tension. He sort of asked if I could go with him. So I was around to help if that's what it comes down to. I couldn't really say no." He paused slightly. "I'll be gone for a while, I assume and... Well I'm here so often lately, I realized that... Well..."
"Cute, Clark. You're going to miss us?"
He blushed bashfully. "Yeah."
"They'll miss you too. You let them eat candy and stay up later." He waited an akward second or two before he managed to admit what they both knew was true. "I'll miss you."
Arden of Eden was singing etherically her song 'Better' in the background. Life and Art meshing together in a way it only seemed to do around him.
"Is it all right if I come back here?" Clark asked, standing. "You know, when I'm back in this stratosphere?"
He bit down on his lower lip pensively, stood, and nodded. Clark took a step and gently gripped his arms...and froze. Kissing him now wouldn't be right. The moment had been up in the study. When and if there would ever be another one didn't matter currently. Clark realized this and nodded to himself.
"Say goodnight to Alfred for me. And Bruce," Clark added playfully. "I'm not going to be here to rescue you, so be careful."
Clark left not long after through the back door. He stood by the window and watched the man fly away. The window was where Alfred found him after driving Jennifer or Jessica home.
"Kent says goodnight, Alfred."
"I extend the wish back. And will you be having a good night as well, Master Bruce? It is quite cold and quiet out. Surely the Batman could enjoy a night in?"
He pondered this briefly. Knowing full well that it would be a sleepless night trying to recall exactly at what point in their history had Superman started courting the Batman for real, and why he had failed to realize he was being seduced... He opted for keeping his mind busy.
"Just a quick run of the city. I'll be home early, I imagine."
"Very good, Master Bruce."
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