Christmas in Smallville

"Catching you with your pants down should be the least of your worries, Bruce."

Huffing, the Dark Knight gave a shrug as he repositioned his hole to line up with Clark's covered pecker. As soon as the ring touched the tip of the slicked up, latex knob, the lube tingled the hole.  Clark's hand went to Bruce's bare hips, as he watched the twisting expression that changed the billionaire's face. The thin lips slightly opened, gasping in a quick breath of air. Clark didn't even have to help Bruce down, the hands on the hips were only there to steady and grab the seducing sides of the man.  Moving his way down, Bruce's ring clenched to the intrusion, but, ridge after ridge, the cock was taken in.

Seated on Clark's sack, he leaned over with a grin. "Aren't you happy it's cold enough for the windows to frost over?"

"Ha." Moving a hand to Bruce's short black hair, Clark pulled the man's face down to his chest. Surprised, Bruce wiggled about, not knowing that the sudden chill in the air was from the frost breath of the other super hero. When finally let up, he looked around. "Was that necessary?"

"Just in case, right?" Smiling, Clark pulled Bruce's head back down for a heated kiss. Despite the fresh release of cold air, the tongue inside of the mouth was warm and slippery. It licked away at the equally aggressive tongue of Bruce, their lips only slightly touching. Moving his body, he started to rock back and forth. The bare bottom was turning slightly pink from the cold, but Clark helped to counter the chill by cupping the cheeks with large, warm palms. They squeezed the soft flesh, pushing the meat together to tighten the grip of the ring.

Breaking the kiss, Bruce breathed heavily into Clark's ear. Their breath was visible, puffing out in small white clouds. Faster and faster, they moved together. Clark had braced his legs to bend at the knee, allowing him to thrust upwards. Sitting up, Bruce arched his back as he clung to Clark's shirt tightly. His head thrown back in the pleasurable ride. Sneaking a hand to the front, Clark's fingers took hold of Bruce's bouncing erection. Stroking it as he thumbed the tip, Bruce continued to moan. "Don't...It'll get on you..."

"Shhh..."

Moving away from cupping a butt cheek, Clark petted Bruce's cheek. Coaxing him down, they kissed deeply for a second time as Clark quick hand cheated. Moving at a rough speed, the heat he caused sent Bruce over the edge, and suddenly tightened the pink ring as he came. Cupping the hand over the tip, Clark managed to shield himself from the long shots of spray as his own cock exploded its load into the condom it was wearing.

Panting, Bruce leaned over. He loved, and hated, when Clark would do something like that. While glaring, Clark only smiled innocently at his actions. "That's what you get from breaking my seat."

"You broke you own damn seat."

Author's Note: Since I never finished this story, I thought for the holidays I'll get back into the spirit! Enjoy the new chapters and holiday...uh...cheer! It's cheer when there is a lot of sex, right? I know I'm happy!