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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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Dreading what the day was going to bring, and postponing the moment for as long as possible, dragging himself reluctantly out of bed Bruce went down for breakfast. Lost in his own thoughts, he ate mechanically before finally venturing out into the garden; only to find that the promised company had already arrived.
"Bruce!"
"Kal." Bruce was half-sure that all of his sins were written across his face for anyone to read; but his friend, the super-powered alien, only grinned at him.
"Haven't seen or heard anything of you since last week." Kal seemed perfectly content. "You look well rested."
"I've been sleeping better." Bruce admitted with some relief. Maybe he wasn’t as obvious as he thought?
In an odd sort of way I'd like to thank Kal for what he did for me that time. Don’t suppose there'll ever be a right moment for that though… But if Kal wasn’t going to mention anything about that occasion, then Bruce wasn’t going to be the one to raise the subject.
"Wally's out by the pool with Sandy." Kal offered. "I'm glad they get on so well. Like us really…" He added.
"Yeah." Bruce wasn’t sure what to say to that, or if Kal was even expecting him to say anything at all. Maybe what the two of them had done was considered quite usual behaviour on Krypton?
Purely medicinal perhaps? Or maybe Kal’s just seriously kinky? In which case, what does that say about me?

"You seem a little subdued?" The Kryptonian noted. "Anything wrong?"
"Wrong? No, why would it be?" Should I even mention it? Especially with Kal no longer hiding that he and Wally are a bit more than just friends... Will Kal think I'm ungrateful if I don’t say anything about what happened between us? Or will he be embarrassed if I do? Maybe he was just doing a little experimenting, and I just happened to be convenient?
"Well," Kal hesitated. "I was wondering if you were unhappy about the way things turned out the other day? Especially now that things have changed for the better, for both of us."
"Oh?" Bruce tried to sound nonchalant.
"Yes, things went a little faster than I had expected." Kal fidgeted just slightly, "You looked so exhausted and you were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you, so I brought you back here. Then I got the emergency call, so I left. I was worried that you might have been a bit upset about finding me gone like that? And we haven't had any chance to talk since…"

Typical Kal, gives me the first bit of stress relief I'd had in ages, and he's worried that I might be pissy about him leaving me snoozing safely in my own bed because he had to dash off and deal with a crisis?
"No Kal, I'm not upset. That break was really what I needed, and I did appreciate it. You were right, about everything." Bruce said. "You're a good friend. Thanks."
"I try to be." Kal answered, with the complete honesty that fooled a lot of people into thinking he was simple.
When in fact you're one of the most complicated people I've ever met, aren't you Kal? It was then that Bruce truly began to appreciate the true value of what Kal had given him… Not the physical pleasure, good as that had been; but a brief glance into the heart of someone who was far more than a man… Just for once, Kal being called Superman didn’t sound trite…
"Kal!" Wally sauntered across the grass. "I think Sandy wants to know what it feels like to fly. I said you might talk to him about it." The speedster had proved to be amazingly good at interpreting what Sandy was thinking.
"Just as long as you make sure he also knows how dangerous it is too." Bruce said at once. "It's not that I don’t trust you, Kal. I do. I know that Sandy's perfectly safe while you're around, I just don’t want him getting any ideas about trying to fly at any other time."
"I'll do my best." Kal gave that big easy grin that suited him so well, and strode off along the closely cropped turf.

"Bruce." Wally slid into the seat that Kal had been occupying. "How are you feeling?"
"Good." Bruce admitted.
"You look better than you have in ages." The speedster noted.
"Mmmm." Bruce tried for non-committal, although he suspected that Wally would probably take it for indifference.
"Yeah. Kal's really good isn't he?" Wally said happily. "He's such a great guy."
That caused Bruce a twist of anxiety. God, he wanted to tell Wally! Of course, he could never betray Kal like that; but still…
"Relax!" Wally had noticed. "Bruce, I know what happened between you two: I ought to." He added. "I spent a whole day planning it, and about a week convincing Kal that he had to do it. In fact, he wasn’t convinced I really meant it until I threatened to do it to you myself if he wouldn’t."
"You knew?" Bruce was completely astonished, not only with how easily Wally seemed to be able to read him; but also with how calmly the other man seemed to be taking the whole episode. "And you didn’t mind?"
"You're feeling guilty about it, aren't you?" Evidently Wally was a whole lot more perceptive than Bruce would ever have given him credit for. He was beginning to realise how seriously he had underestimated the younger hero.
"You think that somehow the two of you cheated on Sandy and me, don’t you?" Wally looked Bruce straight in the eye. "Well, you didn’t. At that time none of us knew if Sandy would even survive, let alone recover, and it was more than obvious that you needed help right then. Besides, judging from what I've seen of Sandy, he doesn’t seem the type to be at all miserly with that sort of thing."
And you're a lot closer to the truth than you realise, Wally… Bruce managed to simply nod.
"I can't begin to speak for Sandy on this, Bruce," Wally continued. "But if anything happened to me I'd rest easier knowing that the person I loved wasn’t being left to cope alone. I'd want Kal to have friends that care about him."
Did he even realise that he said that? Wally loves Kal? Well, that certainly explains a few things!
"If that ever does happen, Kal will always have a place here," Bruce promised quietly. "I can’t love him the way you do, Wally; but I'd never abandon a friend."
"No one loves him like I can." Wally agreed, acknowledging that Bruce had accepted his admission. "And I'd fight for him with my last breath; but I didn’t mind him giving you a helping hand." He leant back in the chair wearing a very smug grin. "He does give brilliant hand jobs, doesn’t he?" He said conversationally.
Bruce found himself blushing furiously.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Wally decided. He sighed and wriggled on the chair. "Not that you'd know, Bruce; but he's even better with blowjobs, and when he fucks … God, talk about out of this world!"

Thankfully, Bruce was spared any further revelations, as that precise minute Kal came wandering back up the garden, hauled by Sandy. "I'd say someone's very keen to see you." He announced to Bruce, and carefully handed over the very wriggly blond. Sandy settled instantly on Bruce's lap.
"My, you're in a take-charge mood today, aren't you?" Bruce leaned forward. "What can I do for you, Blondie?"
Quite spontaneously Sandy wrapped his arms around Bruce's neck and kissed him on the nose. If it was a bit sloppy and not dead centre, Bruce didn’t care. Sandy was looking very pleased with himself.
"Yes, that's my nose." Bruce laughed. "Do I get to kiss your nose?"
Sandy grinned and leant back.
"Apparently not." Bruce was glad to see him so happy. "What are you after, huh?" He had only intended to find out why Sandy was kissing him; but Sandy evidently saw it differently. Wrapping his arms around Bruce's shoulders he craned his neck until his lips were touching Bruce's.
Wow! Despite his surprise at the sudden spontaneous intimacy, Bruce automatically lifted his arms and held him in place. Amazingly Sandy didn’t resist, instead he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Bruce's mouth, before releasing him with obvious reluctance.
"Sandy, we… I…" Bruce found himself experiencing the most exquisite torture. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to want this, nevertheless he still did. No way could it be right for them to touch like this, not while Sandy was still so fractured; but, oh God, Sandy was so tempting!
I want him again – so much… He knew now that he should not have given in to his desires the previous night: Sandy might not have any restraint; but Bruce certainly should have. He'd thought he'd been dreaming at first, and by the time he had understood that it was real, it was already way too late. He should have known it would be a mistake though: far from reducing his desire, tasting the forbidden fruit again had only fanned the flames!
Don’t let yourself lose control! Not with them here!

Flooded with sensation, both hands full of more than willing blond, Bruce groaned out loud. There was nothing childlike in what Sandy was doing to him right at that moment, and Bruce's own reaction was equally instinctive.
"Oh." Lifting his hips, Bruce ground up into the satisfyingly solid body luxuriating in having Sandy's erection pressing firmly onto his, as he kissed the blond back with all the passion he could muster.
Sandy panted into his ear, as they reluctantly broke for air. Evidently he was up for more, and pulled at Bruce's hands until they were resting on his chest. "You want me to touch you?" Bruce didn’t know how far he ought to go with that; but once Sandy's hand slid inside Bruce’s shirt and the clever fingers found a nipple, he gave up the unequal struggle and eagerly followed suit.
Sandy made happy noises in his throat as his hand worked its way deliberately down along Bruce's spine and under his waistband. It was all Bruce could do not to climax there and then.
He wants me too! Oh lord, why right now, with them here? It would have been unforgivably rude to just throw his guests out, and pointless too, seeing as they must already suspect what was going on; but if he delayed then Sandy would either get irked by the lack of reciprocation or interpret it as a rebuff. After how he had let himself take advantage of Sandy the previous night, Bruce knew that he had no right to object now that Sandy was letting his needs be known.
Why the hell am I holding back anyway? Was it that they had an audience, or that he didn’t want anyone to know what he wanted to do with Sandy?
But what about what he's doing to me? He certainly seems to mean what he's doing!
Sandy had absolutely no inhibitions, and having rediscovered what he wanted, he went for it with total determination. Grinding himself against Bruce, he moaned loudly, thrust twice, and climaxed.
No use… I just can't hold it… Turned on beyond belief, Bruce cupped his hands around Sandy's shapely rear,
They do much the same sort of thing in front of us, after all… Arching his back, Bruce buried his face in his lover's curly mane and came; hard.

"Now that …" Wally announced earnestly. "Was hot!"
"Gosh." Kal didn’t seem to know what to say, or where to look. Wally caught hold of his hand and tugged at him lightly. For an instant, the pair seemed to blur.
"Sorry, we just had to go and let off a little steam…" Wally sighed. "Pwhoar…"
Bruce took a really good look at Kal, noticing more than a hint of that 'just-fucked' expression that Kal seemed to have adopted ever since he and Wally had made their relationship unofficially official.
Well… why not… It's not as if anyone was hurt… Bruce might have been a little more uncomfortable had he and Sandy not been wearing identical expressions.
How long did those two take? He couldn’t even begin to guess. Long enough for them though… But could you actually enjoy having sex at that sort of speed?
Bruce glanced at his two friends.
Judging by their body language, they certainly do…

As Kal and Wally sped off to answer an emergency call, Bruce tried to go over the threads of what else they were supposed to be doing today. While he was pondering over the possibilities, Sandy picked up the book that Wally had been reading to him the evening before, and held it out to Bruce.
"Not right now." Bruce murmured, automatically taking the book and putting it back on the side table. "We need to work on," Before he could conclude the rather one-sided conversation, there was a rush of air. Sandy beamed as he watched their tall friend land on the lawn.
Good! Which means that Wally won't be far behind and we can get on with the day.
"Hi again Sandy!" Kal sounded nearly as thrilled to be here as Sandy was to see him; but then Kal was so unfailingly positive by nature that you could have used him to polarise a magnet. "Miss me?" He asked. He grinned and tilted his head toward Bruce. "I know HE didn’t…"
Sandy only smiled.
"What’s on your list for today, Kal?" Bruce tried to get on with things.
Sandy grabbed up the book. Having failed to get Bruce to do what he wanted, he tried Kal, holding the book out to him.
"Later." Kal promised, ever the diplomat. "I bet Bruce would prefer to have a bit of a chat first, don’t you think?"
With a whirr of red, Wally breezed back in. "So Blondie!" He ruffled Sandy's hair. "Apart from you and me, what else is hot today?"
"B-ruce," Sandy said firmly, "Hot."

Bruce nearly jumped out of his skin. Hearing his name spoken had never had such an immense impact on him, no matter that it hadn't been quite right.
"Sandy?" He managed to get the word out, despite his shocked state.
Obviously pleased with the response, if not the pronunciation, Sandy tried again. "Bruce!" He stated confidently. Nodding to himself with obvious satisfaction, he pointed at the paperback still resting in Kal's hand. "Book."
"I did hear it, didn’t I? You just said my name, didn’t you?" Bruce was totally bowled over.
"Book." Sandy was not impressed. "Kal." He insisted. "Read."
"Sandy… can you tell us how you feel?" Kal asked carefully. "Whether anything hurts?"
"No." Sandy frowned. He looked over to where the red blur was still moving at tremendous speed. "Wa-Lee."
Changed into his civvies again, Wally sat down on the sofa. "Sweet," He approved. "Yep, that's me!"
"Wal-ly." Sandy said again, still struggling slightly over the middle syllables of his speedy friend's name. "Book."
"Gotcha." Wally lifted the paperback from an unresisting Kal. "These guys just don’t understand, do they?" He grinned. "Luke was on the space station, getting ready to fight the bad guys, when you dozed off yesterday. Come on." Patting the space beside him he shifted over to make room for Sandy. "Get comfy. And try to stay awake this time, huh? I want to know how this part finishes. They always leave the really good bits to the end of the chapter and if you doze off I’ll have to wait again."
Sandy plonked himself down on the sofa. "Wal." He said happily, having solved two problems at once.
"Personally, I think we already got to the really good bit…" Bruce whispered.
"Could be." Kal grinned back. As he watched the expressions on the faces of the other two, the grin got a bit wider. "Although I don’t think either of us is going to get any additional cooperation until those two have found out all about Luke..."
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