Is today Christmas? So many fic updates. :D This image is so perfect: Bruce opts to hold his plate in one hand and pace about, as though sitting down to eat with Clark would constitute some kind of social contract that he is cautious about to signing off on. God forbid you relax for five minutes, Bruce, we can't have that. And wow, Bruce's reaction to the cake. I love everything about this: There's nothing in his voice; no admonition but no pleasure either, just a carefully manicured neutrality.
Clark chooses to sit a safe arm's length away. No wonder Clark is a bit ... cautious. And Clark telling Bruce not to overthink it as if Bruce doesn't overthink fucking everything. :D Clark is just so fucking cute about this, noticing how Bruce doesn't really do nice things for himself (I think I'm going to have to prompt that in general because it's so very Bruce).
AND BRUCE GRINNING, OMFG, realising that Clark really just did something nice without expecting anything in return. <3
I tried to kill you, once. And you bring me cake."
"You said you were sorry," Clark says with a small smile. SO FUCKING CUTE. By the way? I at least definitely love dialogue if this is the dialogue you're giving us. :DDDD Clark even make Bruce laugh, yay.
"Loyalty is earned, not bought." Bruce picks up his fork again, takes another mouthful. "He was with me for nearly twelve years. I misstepped somewhere." Ouch, of course Bruce assumes everything is his fault, somehow.
Clark resists the urge to lick his lips. DOES HE KNOW? I love the whole bit about Bruce trying to offer Clark half the cake and Clark talking him into finishing it. And their routine, and ~everything he teaches him is useful, and Bruce knowing a ridiculous numbre of martial arts (I'm competency kink anon, I'm grinning like an idiot about this ;D), THIS IS SO PERFECT. Also they lived together for two weeks now, okay, I am fine, just my face hurts from smiling. :D
(He stands in front of the mirror each evening and traces the blooming yellow-purple across his ribs, over his arms; the marks Bruce has left on him. It's humbling.) And hot. ;D And I really need Bruce to retrace those marks to at some point. ;D
"Well done," Bruce says in his ear. His free hand grips the back of Clark's neck. Clark feels his muscles tense and knows he could throw him off without any trouble at all, but he doesn't right away. "Tighten your grip next time."
Then he rolls them, slams Clark's back into the mat, spreads over him while Clark gasps helplessly. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? :D PRAISE KINK AND NECK PETTING OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ER NECK GRABBING BUT STILL NECKS ARE MY ULTIMATE WEAKNESS. So hot. How is everyone on this kinkmeme so awesome? I love everyone and I am so very happy and you rock, anon author. :D
Re: Fill: Whoever Falls First -- Bruce/Clark, sparring (6/?)
God forbid you relax for five minutes, Bruce, we can't have that. And wow, Bruce's reaction to the cake. I love everything about this:
There's nothing in his voice; no admonition but no pleasure either, just a carefully manicured neutrality.
Clark chooses to sit a safe arm's length away.
No wonder Clark is a bit ... cautious. And Clark telling Bruce not to overthink it as if Bruce doesn't overthink fucking everything. :D Clark is just so fucking cute about this, noticing how Bruce doesn't really do nice things for himself (I think I'm going to have to prompt that in general because it's so very Bruce).
AND BRUCE GRINNING, OMFG, realising that Clark really just did something nice without expecting anything in return. <3
I tried to kill you, once. And you bring me cake."
"You said you were sorry," Clark says with a small smile.
SO FUCKING CUTE. By the way? I at least definitely love dialogue if this is the dialogue you're giving us. :DDDD Clark even make Bruce laugh, yay.
"Loyalty is earned, not bought." Bruce picks up his fork again, takes another mouthful. "He was with me for nearly twelve years. I misstepped somewhere."
Ouch, of course Bruce assumes everything is his fault, somehow.
Clark resists the urge to lick his lips.
DOES HE KNOW? I love the whole bit about Bruce trying to offer Clark half the cake and Clark talking him into finishing it. And their routine, and ~everything he teaches him is useful, and Bruce knowing a ridiculous numbre of martial arts (I'm competency kink anon, I'm grinning like an idiot about this ;D), THIS IS SO PERFECT. Also they lived together for two weeks now, okay, I am fine, just my face hurts from smiling. :D
(He stands in front of the mirror each evening and traces the blooming yellow-purple across his ribs, over his arms; the marks Bruce has left on him. It's humbling.)
And hot. ;D And I really need Bruce to retrace those marks to at some point. ;D
"Well done," Bruce says in his ear. His free hand grips the back of Clark's neck. Clark feels his muscles tense and knows he could throw him off without any trouble at all, but he doesn't right away. "Tighten your grip next time."
Then he rolls them, slams Clark's back into the mat, spreads over him while Clark gasps helplessly.
ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? :D PRAISE KINK AND NECK PETTING OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ER NECK GRABBING BUT STILL NECKS ARE MY ULTIMATE WEAKNESS. So hot. How is everyone on this kinkmeme so awesome? I love everyone and I am so very happy and you rock, anon author. :D