Pillow Talk
By Firecracker
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em so don't sue. No money...labor of love and all that.

Part 2 : The Day After
Description: The boys boffed all night. Now what?

Wonderful.

It was the only description that registered on his brain. Bruce lay langorously, telling himself to get up. He'd never felt this relaxed in his life. Safe and secure, yes. Calm at times. But this...lassitude...was something new. Arms splayed across the bed as he rolled on his back. The sheets were cool.

He was alone.

Looking around in curiosity, he let his nose do the rest. Delicious aromas teased his senses. He also noticed their costumes were missing. The room was tidy again, giving no evidence of his wild night with Kal. Furniture was neatly placed, and the daybed was rightside up.

Bruce sat up, sniffing. He was starved. /Kal's cooking?/

/What are you waiting for? Come in the kitchen./

Bruce stiffened, remembering their new bond. /Ground rules, Kal-/

/We can discuss that later. There's a robe on the chair for you./

Bruce spied the robe across the room. He padded over and slipped it on. The fabric was wondrously soft, hugging his body in sensual comfort. The royal blue material nearly shimmered in the morning sunlight. Wiggling his toes on the thick carpet, he glided into the kitchen. His mouth fell open. Kal had prepared a three course breakfast. Eggs, ham, pancakes and fruit were on display. He watched the broad back flex and ripple beneath a matching robe as he flipped hash browns in a pan.

"Clark?"

Blue eyes sparkled, smiling as he half turned. "Sit down before you fall down."

Wordlessly, Bruce plopped into a chair at the table. "This looks...great."

"Only the best for you."

"Oh." Bruce stared at the display of food. "Trying to make me fat?"

A deep chuckle. Kal filled a bowl with the fried potatoes and sat across from him. "I don't think that will be a problem."

Bruce sat quietly, absorbing the whole scene. In his wildest thoughts he could hardly picture being domestic with...Superman. It was insane.

"Are you going to stare or eat?"

"Ah, eat." Bruce grabbed a plate.

****

The meal was mostly silent, charged with an unseen tension. Bruce couldn't determine if he were imagining all the sideways glances or not.

Clark wondered the same thing. Delighted at his mate's hearty appetite, he nonetheless felt a heaviness in the air.

"Bruce, is everything alright?"

Those stark blue eyes looked up abruptly. "Yes. But I noticed the sunlight is past the window. What time is it?"

Kal seemed hesitant to answer. "Ah...quarter to noon."

"What?! Why didn't you wake me up?"

Superman ate a mouthful of eggs, smiling. "You looked so cute sleeping. I didn't want to disturb you."

Bruce slapped a hand on his forehead. "Lucius is gonna kill me...I had an appointment this morning."

Kal shrugged, reaching for the fruit. "So call him and offer apologies. You can't work all the time."

Bruce stuffed a grapefruit slice down. "Clark, you may be an ace reporter, but a corporate exec you're not."

"I never claimed to be. How's the food?"

"Delicious." it was true. Bruce had already polished off two plates and grabbed the pancakes next.

They ate in silence for a few minutes before Bruce cleared his throat. "We need to talk about this bond."

Clark sighed. "I've asked J'Onn about this."

"You told him our personal buisness?!"

"No. I only asked advice. This is new for me, too. I don't even know if all Kryptonians had bonds."

Bruce sat back in thought. "You think the Corridans may have created an open link in our minds? By accident?" "Hard to say." Kal got up for the coffee pot and poured. He set a mug in front of his lover. Bruce loaded his beverage with sugar and cream before sipping.

Those startling blue eyes widened. "Wow. You make great coffee, too."

Clark smiled widely. "See, I am good for something besides lifting buildings."

Bruce had to laugh at that. "I meant what I said before. You make me feel so free."

A warm thumb rubbed his wrist. "Perfect for each other." Clark responded. Bruce lifted his hand and kissed the moving digit.

"When are you going to talk to Dick?"

Bruce stiffened. "Today. No, tomorrow..."

"You can't put it off."

Bruce ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not...I just need to find a right circumstance. I can't just throw it out on a rooftop during patrol."

Clark captured the nervous hand. "He won't take it well."

"Why not?" Bruce raised dark brows sarcastically. "I'll just say, 'Good job Dick, capturing those crooks. By the way, Superman is my significant other.' "

Clark stifled a laugh. "Well I certainly can't think of a good opening. But let's face it, this won't exactly be news other than confirming the rumors. Compared to what went on with the Titans, this is pretty quiet."

Bruce rolled his eyes."Who dosen't know about the Titan soap opera? And I'm not looking to upstage it either. Can you imagine what would happen if Wally got loose with this?"

Clark rested his chin in his hands. "Duly noted. His mouth is even faster than his feet."

"Tempest will want to kill me." a sigh. "Have you come up with an explanation for yesterday?"

"You mean when we left JLA tower?"

Intense blue eyes blazed. "I mean when you grabbed me, you blue goof! And the reason better be good, because the speculation will be worse!"

Clark sipped his coffee again, thinking. "I'll say I found a secret stash of kryptonite-"

"Keep going."

"And since I entrusted some to your care earlier, you'd know the best way to dispose of it."

Bruce blinked at his companion across the table. "That's it?!"

"Sometimes simple is best, Bruce. I can flesh it out later."

"You expect them to believe that after the way you crashed in?"

"Well everyone knows Kryptonite is lethal to me. That would explain my 'extreme motion and behavior.' "

"Maybe." Bruce didn't seem convinced. He stuffed down another biscuit.

Clark watched the strong throat flex. "I could get used to this."

"Mmm?" Bruce was still eating.

"Feeding you, caring for you, loving you..."

Bruce felt a flush settle to his groin. "You're quite a romantic, Kal."

Those starburst eyes glittered with light again. "And fighting at your side. You're beautiful, Bruce. Brilliant. And I love your eyes, your face."

Bruce stopped eating, concerned. "Thank you, but...are you alright? You aren't in fever again?"

"Maybe. I don't know. Usually it runs for three days. But I don't need fever to appreciate you."

"You're pretty hot yourself, my tasty kryptonian."

Clark smiled softly. "Do you think Dick might agree to a three way?"

Bruce nearly coughed up his food.

"What I mean is, depending on your conversation with him...do you think he might be open to alternatives?"

"Dick's open minded, but that's pretty out there, Kal. He might toss me out the window or faint from fright."

"How would you feel about it?"

Bruce paused before answering. "My problem would be a different one than yours. I don't share people I love."

"I see your dilemma."

"I always wanted for things to be permanent with Dick, but I let fear guide my actions, push him away. I've always regretted it."

Clark nodded, understanding. "You can't hold your heart, Bruce. I know the lie of Batman."

Bruce smiled at his plate. "I never fooled you, did I?"

"No. I know you feel so intensely you push people away. Then you crush them close. Fear moves you in both directions."

Those eyes glittered, an almost unnatural blue. "Since when did you become so insightful?"

"I learned from the best." Clark glided to his feet, rippling muscle shifting under his robe. Bruce watched in admiration.

"I should have you cast in bronze." the baritone deepened again. "Butt naked, and posed in Gotham Square." "Only if you pose with me." Clark's voice was equally husky as he leaned low and licked Bruce on the ear. "No woman would be any good after that."

Bruce nearly laughed again when a hot tongue filled his mouth. He marvelled at Clark's agility at that angle, leaned down.

"Mmmfpth-"

The kryptonian finally took mercy on him, remembering he needed to breathe. Bruce gasped, eyes dark.

"Nice touch, the matching robes. Would you like a ring?"

"Very funny." Clark reached for him. "Bed. Now."

Bruce grinned at the bulge poking his way. "Mmm. You must really be glad to see me." he stroked the thinly disguised erection under fabric. "You're throwing off heat again."

Alien eyes glowed a bit. "We can talk later, Bruce." Concrete arms grabbed at him.

Bruce moved with agility, gaining his feet. "How much do you weigh?" he growled. The Bat.

The kryptonian was pleasantly distracted for a second. "About two ninety. Why?"

"No problem." Bruce swept Clark up in a fireman's carry, tossing him over his back. "Let's go." he moved to the bedroom.

Clark grinned ear to ear as he hung over broad shoulders. "No wonder I love you!"

****

Bruce truly repaid all favors, leaving his kryptonian a sated and sweaty heap. The california king bed was perfect for such ample sized men and their antics.

Said kryptonian lay limply on his belly, a fine sheen on his skin from exertion. Normally neat hair was rakish, sticking in every direction.

Bruce meanwhile licked him like a cat, starting with the thick neck. He moved across wide shoulders and down the v shaped back, trailing wet lines with his tongue.

A ripple and shiver. "Oh, god. Do all that again, Bruce." Clark purred, his face buried in a pillow.

"Quiet." Bruce growled, resuming his licking. The elbows were next. Down big forearms. Fingers sucked. Wild, lazy circles teasing the base of Clark's spine. Dipping lower, coiling and tasting the musty crack of Clark's ass.

Clark hissed and jerked.

Bruce gave a low laugh. "Mmm. Still sensitive, are we?"

"Bruce!"

Bruce nipped and suckled those smooth globes, savoring. Hands squeezing and massaging. Lower still, down the backs of those thighs and calves. Finally...

"Great Krypton!!"

"I like the way you taste, too." Bruce purred before getting a mouthful of toes. The wet tongue worked more magic, laving arches. A bite on the ankles.

Clark moaned incoherently, hips jerking into the bed. Muscles bunched and twitched as he sought relief. Bruce climbed over him lustily, cock pressed against hot ass cheeks. He decided to do something different, a dry hump.

Sensing his lover was close, he thrust hard against that slippery flesh, his own precum lubrication enough. Powerful hips pounded as his cock flared from friction, a sweet ache. Clark reared against him, opening himself for penetration.

"Want it, beautiful?" Bruce rasped, still sliding between those delicious cheeks. His thrusts picked up speed, snapping in urgency.

"Yes, dammit, hurry!" Clark gasped, fisting the mattress. One of his hands disappeared underneath his belly. Bruce pulled it out again.

"My job." he growled, grabbing the pole of kryptonian flesh and squeezing hard. Clark keened, arching.

"Sadsitic son of a-aaaaahhhh!!"

Bruce felt his whole body seize as he pulsed and burst, shooting his load between quivering flesh. Clark shouted his name next, covering his fist in white hot cum. Both men didn't move or speak for quite some time.

Bruce finally rolled off, licking his hand clean. "Tastes good."

Clark rolled to face him, _expression warm and glowing. "I love you."

Bruce smiled gently. "The feeling is mutual. Can I finally return to Gotham now?"

Star bright eyes glimmered in afterglow. "By all means."

"You're actually anxious for me to leave?"

"Only long enough for me to recover." Clark rubbed his crotch, grimacing. "You've blown my balls out."

****

After a long (and steamy) shower together, Bruce finally was back in costume. Clark had dressed casually, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Not working today?" Bruce teased, adjusting his cape. His cowl was still off.

The snug t-shirt and jeans fit all the right spots. "Maybe later. Metropolis seems pretty quiet right now." Clark padded over on bare feet, grabbing his Bat. He savored another kiss.

"I'll never get out of here." Bruce murmured against the hot mouth.

"I'll call you later." Clark started tasting again, licking Bruce on the nose.

"Lucius wasn't too happy on the phone. But I'd rather deal with him than Alfred in a bad mood."

Clark nipped along a shell shaped ear. "Don't take too long, or I'll fly into Gotham with bells ringing."

"Never mind that. You've got a trip to the JLA tower waiting."

"Don't worry, I'll make the story legit. Do you need a lift anywhere?"

Bruce pulled on his cowl. "I'll use the skylight and dive down the laundry chute. I can contact the cycle by remote."

Clark squeezed the firm ass under kevlar. "Let me know how it goes with Dick."

A sigh. "Yes. You'll have to talk to him also. After all, it involves the three of us."

"I can imagine the look on his face."

"I don't want to." a kiss. "Behave yourself, big blue. Don't crush any planets until I get back."

Clark smiled, watching him leave with a swish of cape. "I'll be on my best behavior."

TO BE CONTINUED

Next: Pillow Talk 3: Rumors