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"Easy, buddy." Bruce guided Kal back onto the edge of the bed. "Let's get these boots off." Sinking down onto the plush rug, he started to unfasten Kal's laces. As he worked the tight knots free it occurred to him that Kal was making a lot less noise than would normally be expected, given the amount of alcohol involved.
I've never seen him get drunk before… didn’t even know he could…
Looking up, Bruce found his friend propped up on backswept elbows, watching him with a curious intensity. Pulling the now-loosened boots off and placing them tidily to one side, Bruce straightened up, still on his knees, which bought the pair of them close to eye-level.
"You okay, Kal?" He'd had a few himself, but had trained himself to recognise his limits. Bruce would only ever drink just enough to blunt the edges, never so much that he might lose control. Somehow he'd always assumed that Kal would do the same.
But apparently not…
Kal simply nodded.
"You're sure?" Bruce double-checked.
"Sure." The deep voice was breathy and unexpectedly soft.
Reluctantly Bruce pulled himself together and clambered to his feet. Kal continued to gaze at him from under lush sooty lashes, his expression unreadable in the dim room.
"You'd better get undressed," Bruce suggested.
"Mmhmm." It was a curiously noncommittal answer from a person who was normally so utterly decisive. Did Kal trust him that much, that he would actually let down all of his defenses? It seemed that way.
"Want some help?" The slow nod almost undid him. Sinking down onto the edge of the bed beside Kal, Bruce forced down the heat still stirring deep inside him. Beside him, Kal lounged silently, stretched out across the mattress, glorious eyes half-closed.
Not for the first time Bruce wondered what it would be like to have J'Onn's Martian mind reading powers, and to truly know what someone else was thinking? To not have to guess at it…
Kal's so gorgeous … I wonder how many times he's heard people telling him that? Would he even believe I meant it if I said it? Hell, if he's drunk enough to let me do this for him without a murmur, will he even remember ANY of this tomorrow?
One of them would remember though. That would have to be enough.
And so will this, I'm not taking advantage of the situation – or him…
"I'll need you to co-operate on this, Kal, you're not exactly undernourished," Bruce reminded his friend, and then gathering his courage, he stretched out his hand and tweaked the top button of Kal's shirt open.
"Mmm," Kal sighed, the moistened surfaces of his lips parting just a fraction, exhaled and obligingly sank back onto the yielding mattress.
Now that the fabric of the shirt was not stretched quite so tightly across the mounded pec's, Bruce was able to slip a couple more of the buttons undone. Gradually, far too gradually, more and more of the smooth tanned skin beneath was revealed. Trying not to come across as any more of a pervert than necessary, Bruce left the unfastened shirt flaps laying closed, concealing the golden treasure beneath. "Still okay?" He checked cautiously.
"Mmm-hmm." This time the sound was accompanied by a slight nod. Even if he was too far gone to talk, Kal was obviously not bothered by any part of the situation so far. Which was good, because a dose of heat vision would do more than just sting…
"Want anything?" Bruce asked tentatively, thinking that it would be a good idea to get some water into his friend or, alien or not, Kal was not going to wake up in a happy way come the morning.
"Mmm." Kal blinked and glanced up at him, expressive face turning slightly toward Bruce.
"Kal?" Instinctively Bruce leant in, expecting Kal to speak. When a warm hand wrapped tightly around his shoulder, he was astonished. The delicious scent of soap, cologne, and the underlying aroma that was uniquely Kal filled his nose and did nothing to clear his confusion, or dull his body's instant response to the touch. Startled, Bruce froze in place.
"Sorry, 'bout this... help me get my jeans off will'ya?" Kal whispered, running the tip of his tongue over the contours of his mouth. "My head's spinning…"
"Jeans…" Bruce echoed. God, did the man even know what he was doing to him? Every inch of Bruce did… every single inch… Sanity reasserted itself. "Yes, you need to get undressed and into bed."
"Uh huh." Kal shifted against him, the closeness of his body doing interesting things to Bruce's shrinking composure.
"Maybe I shouldn't have had so much of that fruit stuff?" Kal sighed. Quite unexpectedly he hugged Bruce, as a hiccough worked its way out of him. "You're such a good friend, Bruce… Helping me like this," He whispered softly, "Feel soo strange…" Laying back against the mattress, he closed his eyes and relaxed totally.
Gritting his teeth against the moan that wanted so much to escape his throat, Bruce undid the fastenings of Kal's jeans and started the process of sliding them down, desperately avoiding anything that could possibly be construed as a grope. After all, when sober this guy had perfect recall… And could crush rocks with his bare hands.
"Try and lift your hips, so I can get these off you…" Bruce would never know how he managed to keep his voice even. If he had thought it was bad resisting his own desires before, it was twice as bad now, with a helplessly inebriated Kal only a fingertip away.
"'Kay…" Several hundred pounds of solid muscle meekly complied.
Shifting down to the end of the bed, Bruce caught hold of the ankles of Kal's jeans and carefully drew them down the long legs. Sighing contentedly, Kal rolled over onto his belly and pressed his face into the crumpled sheet.
Oh Lord…
The faint light spilling into the room from the hallway was enough for Bruce to see what Kal had been wearing under his leathers, or more accurately what he had NOT been wearing and what he was therefore still lacking.
What the hell am I supposed to do now, knowing that? Covering Kal with the bed linen, Bruce stared at his unconscious friend.
Who would have thought Kal would ever go commando? And thinking of gone … How drunk IS he?
As far as Bruce could tell, there was no sign of awareness at all. Which raised another question – was it even safe for Bruce to leave Kal on his own in here?
What if something happened to him? He knew that he would never forgive himself if anything happened to Kal during the night… Apart from which the World needed Superman. Perhaps almost as much as Bruce did… Not that he would ever admit that, even under torture: which this part of the evening was beginning to distinctly resemble.
So I'll have to stay in here with him, and make sure that nothing, absolutely NOTHING at all, does happen… Bruce told himself firmly, reluctantly going out into the hall, pulling a spare blanket out of the cupboard, and quickly attending to his own wash routine.
Walking softly back into the room Bruce settled down carefully, still fully clothed, on top of the layer of bed linen covering his now-somnolent buddy. He might have tried sleeping on the floor, but the bed was so broad that there was little space for anything else in the room, leaving Bruce nowhere to sleep except on top of the thing. Regardless of the size of the mattress, Kal still occupied more than half the available space without even seeming to try.
What the? The instant Bruce's head touched the pillow an unbelievably solid arm slid out from under the bedclothes and wrapped around him, drawing him effortlessly up against the other man's body.
Oh great, it wasn't bad enough that I had to be Superman's mummy, now I'm reduced to being his teddy!
Morning crept in through the chinks in the curtains. Yawning and stretching slightly, Bruce rolled over, only to find his nose bumping into something warm that definitely should not have been there. Given the size of the chest directly in front of his eyes it wasn't much of a stretch to hazard a guess at the owner. "Kal?"
"Bruce." Kal smiled lazily at him. "I'm sorry if I woke you?"
"You didn't…" Bruce glanced around. "Uhm, am I in your bed?"
"On it, looks like." The other man grinned.
Bruce assessed his current state, while his overtaxed brain frantically tried to supply a reasonable explanation for everything. He was fully clothed, excepting only his shoes, so that ruled out quite a few things. At least he thought it did. Kal was also still grinning at him in that endearing yet infuriating way, so that seemed to reduce the possibilities a bit further. Plus they were also occupying different sides of the bed covers. The pieces refused to go together. "Give up." Bruce muttered. "Way too early…"
"You need a coffee." Kal decided and, whisking away so fast that he was no more than a blur, vanished into the other room before the mattress could utter so much as a squeak.
Bruce lay back, vaguely listening to the magical sounds of coffee being made. Presently a cup was pressed into his hand and, after he had drunk enough of it to be able to see the bottom, the facts began to assemble themselves more easily.
"Do you remember last night?" Kal asked.
"I think so." Bruce wasn't quite sure what had been real and what part might be simply his overactive imagination. Or wishful thinking… He played it very cagily. "As I recall, you were pretty drunk when we got back. I got you into bed, and stayed with you in case of… " He paused.
In case of what? He's SUPERMAN for god's sake! God, I must have been worse than I thought!
"I thought it would be something like that." Kal nodded. "Did you sleep okay? I didn't float or anything?" He peered out from under the thick fringe of dark eyelashes.
"Apart from the fan dance you mean?" Bruce couldn't resist teasing, once he realized that Kal didn't remember any more of the previous evening than he did. Probably a lot less…
"Fan dance?" Kal blinked at him.
"Joking." Bruce smirked. "No, I don't think either of us did anything we wouldn't normally have done. Except for me getting your shoes off you."
"Shame." The Kryptonian grinned. "I don’t think I've ever been that drunk before. I wonder if I enjoyed it?"
Bruce was mildly astonished. "You don't remember?"
Kal blushed. "Not a scrap. Last thing I am sure of is that we were sitting with Melly at that small table. Then I think there was a truck, and we might have gotten in it, but it's all a bit vague at that point. Until I woke up just now."
Damn! I could have done anything to him, and he would never have known!
"What do YOU remember, Bruce?" Kal was asking.
"Oh, much the same, except that I have a fairly clear recollection of getting both of us in through the door." Quite suddenly Bruce recalled moonlight frosting over exquisitely bare flesh. He locked that image away firmly, for later inspection. "Not sure after that." He finished.
"Ah," Kal frowned. "So how did I get undressed and into bed?" He wondered.
"Don't ask." Bruce decided that outright denial was not a viable option, even with his biophysical control, and it was far too early for any of that stuff. Time to fall back on Bat Tactic no. 2: Complete Avoidance.
"Okay." Kal seemed quite happy with that. "Want to go for a swim?"
Bruce thought it over. Cold water? Get nearly naked in very cold water? Or lie here a while longer and gradually work up to tackling breakfast? He was on holiday after all… Plus, Alfred wasn’t here to disapprove… "Maybe later," He sighed, "I don't think I'm ready for too much activity just yet."
"Okay." Kal was as agreeable as ever. "I'm going to swim now, I'll be back in about half an hour, and then we can have breakfast."
"Right." Bruce put down the cup and lay back against the firm mattress. Just a few more minutes… and then he'd get up.
"Mmhmm?" That had to be one of the most real kisses Bruce had ever had in a dream: exactly as if someone really had bent over him and rested their lips very lightly on his in an astonishingly chaste kiss. It was odd too, because normally when he was dreaming THAT sort of dream the action tended to get a good deal more energetic.
As he opened his eyes, Bruce instinctively licked his lips, tasting the very tiniest hint of salt. Confused, he glanced around the room.
No one. Of course he was alone, he hadn't seriously expected it to be otherwise.
From the other room came sounds of movement, and of cooking being done, at speed. Superspeed? Kal was back from his swim already?
No… Surely not? But from the evidence, Kal was out there in the kitchen right now, and that was sea salt on Bruce's lips wasn’t it?
Or was it? There's probably any number of ways that I could have gotten a few flecks of salt on me… It didn’t have to have come from Kal, or just now. How embarrassing would it be to find that he'd gotten it wrong.
Not just embarrassing – bloody mortifying! Only what if he WASN'T wrong about this? Despite his better judgement, part of him was definitely starting to hope…
Kicking off the extra blanket, Bruce wandered into the dining area and commandeered a convenient chair. He was still cogitating on the curious wake-up call when Kal slid a plate piled with exquisitely fried bacon and perfectly cooked eggs in front of him. Taking the other seat, the Kryptonian began to work his way methodically through the contents of his own plate.
For a while, neither man spoke. Instead they settled into a comfortable silence, warm and companionable, that wrapped around them both like a favorite coat.
"So," Kal finally asked, as Bruce pushed away the plate and stretched luxuriously. "Was there anything you wanted to do today?"
"Go for a ramble along the cliff path, I guess." Bruce remembered one of the minor tasks he had set himself to accomplish during their short break. "West this time though, away from the town."
"Sounds good." Kal nodded. "I'll clean the dishes while you get ready, and then we can get on with it."
"But you cooked it, Kal. That doesn’t sound fair."
"And you'll take four times as long as I will to get the dishes done." As usual Kal was utterly practical. "Besides, Billionaires don't have dishpan hands, do they?"
Bruce automatically glanced down at his hands. They weren't exactly lily-white, or soft.
"You know exactly what I meant," Kal grinned at him. "Go on and use the bathroom. You could do with a good scrub."
"Gee - thanks."
Guileless eyes glanced at him with only a hint of humour. "Well, it's something that only a friend could tell you."
"Apparently." Bruce smiled to show that there were no ill feelings and wandered off to make himself publicly presentable.
The cliff top curved away into the distance to either side, totally deserted for as far as Bruce could see; though maybe Kal knew differently?
"Kal?" Bruce squinted into the rising wind, at the same time surreptitiously admiring the exquisite profile and in no doubt as to which part of the scenery was the more interesting.
"Huh?" Kal was just standing, staring out toward the horizon.
"Do you really not remember anything from last night?" Bruce said it carefully, already beginning to regret even broaching the subject. Turquoise eyes focused on him in a way that he was starting to crave.
"I think…" For a second it seemed as if Kal was going to say more, then he shook his head. "No, I guess I must have imagined it."
"Imagined what?" Bruce was curious, more than curious in fact. "Come on, Kal! You can't say a thing like that and then not finish it!"
A faint blush appeared on the smooth cheeks. "That I hugged you." Kal confessed softly.
"Hugged me?" Bruce felt the same heat transfer to his own face. "And?"
"And what?" Kal's face flamed. "I didn't imagine anything else, Bruce! Honest!"
"Really." He'd said it before he could stop himself.
"Really?" Wide eyed, Kal stared at him in shocked uncertainty.
Bruce felt a sudden stab of shame for having caused Kal such confusion. "I…" He stammered, lost for words for the first time in many years. What was he doing? This one stupid lapse could wreck the easy friendship that had taken so long to form between them. Stupid Bat! Ruthlessly he squashed down the emotional surges that threatened to overturn his tight control. "Kal…"
"It's alright." The response was shy, and quiet, barely a whisper, but perfectly clear over the rushing breeze despite that. "We're good."
"We are?" He could hardly believe his luck. Kal wasn't upset, or angry. But would he say that anyway? Just to smooth things between us?
"Sure." Kal shrugged. Glancing at the sun, already lowering on the horizon, he smiled. "Let's get back. I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry." Bruce leapt at the chance to return to normality, or at least what passed for normality between the two of them.
"I'm not." Kal produced an expression that only a handful of intimates would ever see.
"Really?" Bruce managed to infuse the perfect mix of sarcasm and surprise into the word.
"I stop being hungry when I've just finished eating." Kal told him with total honesty. His stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly in agreement. "Would you mind if I flew us back?" He asked, "Only it'll be quicker."
Glancing back along the darkening grassy path, fraught with rabbit holes and uneven tussocks, Bruce was inclined to be persuaded. If he slipped on the way back, and the odds were that he probably would, it was almost a certainty that he would break an ankle or something worse and then it would be weeks before Batman was able to patrol the city effectively. A vacation was one thing, but Dick would not appreciate being asked to extend the favour indefinitely.
Besides, fall out here and I'll probably end up covered in rabbit crap; or something equally disgusting.
The thought of mortally embarrassing himself with Kal around was enough to convince Bruce that being flown, while not without its own perils, was definitely the better option. "Okay." He answered, keeping his voice as even as possible.
"Uh," Kal didn’t seem to have been expecting that one. "Oh, sure." He managed a small nervous smile.
Nervous? What does KAL have to be nervous about? He's the one who can fly. Not to mention not being bothered about hitting the ground, or anything else…
A certain, last-second rescue on one of the League's recent missions, in which he had repeatedly requested urgent aerial support while plummeting earthwards, flickered through Bruce's mind. He had just gotten to the point at which he was either going to have to scream like a girly or splatter across the landscape, or both, when help had finally arrived and he had been plucked out of the sky by friendly arms. These very arms in fact.
"Yes?" Bruce demanded somewhat testily, still uncomfortable with the memory of a rocky desert floor rushing up at him at breakneck speed, "Was there something?"
Apparently there was… "Ineedtopickyouup," Kal said in one single breath.
Bruce raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Translated into English, means what?"
"I need to pick you up?"
It was more of a question than an answer, and Bruce decided to see just how far he could tease Kal, just this once. After all, they were on vacation, and he was supposed to be having a bit of fun. Despite having just been handed the ideal opportunity for a little sexual innuendo, Bruce demurred.
Appallingly trite… plus Kal might even be expecting me to do just that… So… There was another option open to him and Bruce seized it. "So do it." He prompted. "And Kal?"
"Bruce?"
"Don't even think of dropping me."
The look of sheer horror on the guileless features almost made him feel bad about tormenting Kal. Almost. Somewhere deep inside him, his inner Bat was victoriously chanting something along the lines of 'Yes! Yes!!' and claiming one air-point against the Kryptonian. Not that it was in any way a fair contest since one of them didn’t actually know that scores were being kept at all.
Which is really the only way I'm EVER going to win against him, isn’t it?
Carefully enfolded within Kal's massive arms, Bruce glanced down idly at the landscape whizzing past below. It was one thing to speed over the contours in a plane, but quite another to feel the flow directly on your skin as the air currents seethed around you.
Bruce wasn’t entirely sure that he liked this, then again he wasn’t sure that he didn’t. Being a control-freak he wasn’t thrilled about not having any say over what was happening, but, on the plus side, the sensation of being cradled in Kal's arms was compensating for quite a lot.
Kal was oddly silent, but there was a definite glow of pleasure in the other man's eyes. For a second Bruce admired the view, and not the geographical version.
Why did I never realize before how much Kal loves flying?
"Bruce?"
Turning to reply, Bruce noticed that their faces were so close that he could have kissed Kal with only a slight additional inclination of his head.
No! No! Control yourself! You don't know how he would take that, and we're… Bruce made a quick guesstimate, and winced. At least a hundred feet up and moving… uh… Much too damn fast!
"Are you warm?" Kal was asking.
"Fine." He answered hastily. Was he blushing again?
"Only you're starting to look a bit chilled." Kal continued. "We could stop for a moment, if you like?"
"No, let's just get back." Bruce realised that he actually was beginning to feel a little chilled. "This is fine, Kal, a cup of coffee will sort things out."
"I'm going to go a bit faster." The other man decided. "That'll get us there quicker."
Bruce manfully fought the temptation to roll his eyes. Well, obviously! Speed equaled distance divided by time, didn't it?
"Jeeessssuuuusss!!!!!" The word peeled out from between his tightly clenched teeth.
"Bruce?"
Almost at once, there was solid ground under his feet again. The feeling of being safely inside a windproof structure was welcome enough, but everything seemed so far away. Vaguely it occurred to Bruce that he might have gotten colder than he had initially supposed... His knees chose that moment to take a vacation of their own.
"Bruce!" The strong arms were instantly wrapped back around him. "Oh no!"
In a blur of motion and sensation, Bruce was suddenly bootless, horizontal and laying on a bed. Gentle hands covered him in a layer of blankets.
"Bruce!" Kal was practically crying. "What have I done to you?"
Bruce tried to respond, to reassure Kal that he was fine - or would be, except his teeth seemed to have locked together. He was too cold even to shiver.
Hypothermia, no doubt about it…
Evidently his companion was thinking the same.
"I have to get you warmed up." Kal decided. "There's only one way to do this. Sorry, Bruce!"
Not the heat vision?! Bruce wanted to protest, but couldn’t. Out of the corner of one eye he saw a plaid shirt drop to the floor. Oh, thank God for that!
The bed dipped as a pink blur slid under the covers, warmth blooming around him as a hot body pressed against his.
Letting his head loll on Kal's chest, Bruce lay there, basking in the balmy heat. It occurred to him that lying on Kal was like lying on a tropical beach.
Except that there's no sand to get in things, and this beach moves… plus there's the additional perks. The arms wrapped snugly around his ribs were just perfect, and if a stray finger happened to stroke the small of his back from time to time then Bruce was not about to voice any sort of protest. If he were a cat he would have purred.
"Did you really say Cat?" The voice echoed in his ears and under his face. "Cats? Beaches? You're not delirious – are you?"
"No, just sleepy," Bruce mustered enough energy to whisper.
Something brushed over his hair, occasioning more pleasant thoughts.
"Then rest. I'm here. Everything's going to be fine."
Drowsily, Bruce decided that only Kal could get away with saying such sappy things and still sound… He wondered idly what the right word was?
Something that felt wonderfully like soft lips, brushed along the top of his forehead; so lightly that Bruce might almost have dreamt it.
"The right word is… Sleep…" Kal murmured soothingly, and Bruce did.
tbc…
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