Secrets and Havens
Angyl and Rina
Disclaimer: They belong to DC Comics and the WB - is that
an infernal pairing or what?
The jarring as the bus rolled to a stop at the terminal pulled Clark from
his fitful sleep and into the realm of half-life he'd inhabited for much of
the past few months. Sitting up, he peered out of the grimy window, trying
to decipher his location from the gaudy neon signs that surrounded...
wherever he was.
It was a city; that was good enough for now. Good enough to get lost in
for a time and hopefully that time would be enough to let him recover his
bearings and build some defenses to his greatest weakness.
Shouldering his backpack, he edged down the small aisle, nodding to the
driver before walking down the stairs and into a muggy heat that somehow
seemed even more oppressive than that of the Kansas plains at high summer.
You certainly aren't in Kansas any more, Clark-o, he sighed to
himself. The sign bolted to the terminal wall said 'Bludhaven', which Clark
supposed was as good a destination as any. He'd gotten on the Greyhound with
the intention of heading to Gotham City, but he was tired of the bus and one
big city was as good as another, provided they weren't Metropolis.
His folks were worried, but then, they'd been worried about him as long
as they'd had him, and even more so the past three years. There were times
he'd wondered which had been a bigger shock; finding out their son had super
powers or that he was gay - and involved with a man his father hated. That
was in the past now, and the dangers of the city held little worry for Clark
Kent, much less worry than being home while Lex was in residence in his
Clark shook his head and raked a hand through his dark, unruly hair,
determined to avoid that train of thought for now. You can't change people
if they don't want to change and you can't turn people from a destiny they
seem to be embracing with open arms, he'd learned that the hard way.
After three years with Lex, two of them trying and failing to turn his
lover from his all-encompassing desire to rule the world, Clark had had to
admit defeat. He wasn't going to help Lex in his plans to build his empire
on the ruins of his father's and some of the things he'd half-seen... they
were enough to make him sick.
His parents had both been glad of the split, his father much more visibly
than his mother, and they'd reluctantly agreed to this summer of travel
before he settled down for his freshman year at college. Met U... when he'd
applied, Clark had mainly been thinking of being near Lex, now he wondered
how he was going to survive his time there. There wasn't a question of going
anywhere else, he had a full scholarship and he couldn't throw that away.
Bussing and back-packing it around the country wasn't a chore, and with
his speed, Clark could get home any time he chose, money or not. He'd gone
north first, and now was making his way east, taking his time and meeting
people where he could, doing odd jobs to supplement the money he'd brought
along with him. So, now he was in Bludhaven. He'd find a bed at the Y or
somewhere and crash, then decide what to do with himself come morning. It
was a plan that had worked before, and would...
"Give me the bag, kid, and no one gets hurt."
Clark stopped walking and looked at the group of toughs confronting him.
Great, just what he needed.
"You're got to be kidding."
The largest of the men stepped forward, a switchblade flicking out to fit
in his palm with the ease of long acquaintance. "Hand it over and avoid
a visit to the hospital. You look like a smart kid, now do it."
Now what was some all-state corn-fed farmboy from Nebraska, or wherever
it was that farm boys come from, doing in Bludhaven? Dick Grayson, alias
Nightwing, had to wonder as he watched the unfolding scene from the
rooftops. It had actually been a slow night up until now.
"Oracle, tip off the BPD will ya? A bunch of thugs are pickin' on a
poor defenseless farmboy who just got off the bus from Hooterville.
Actually, wait for 20 minutes. I need the exercise." Nightwing grinned
ferally as he spoke, knowing the mike in his mask would pick up his voice
and allow Barbara Gordon, a.k.a Oracle, to hear him. Bats had Robin, he had
her - the former Batgirl now computer genius. A very fair deal as far as he
"Just don't leave 'em too broken to stand trial, okay? We want our
jailbirds to enjoy their time in our lovely country club, the
Bludhaven PD lock up," Barbara's reply came over his earpiece
"Hey, I'm a model of discretion - wanna watch?" he offered as
he launched a jump line in order to swing down and 'play'.
"And watch the blood spatter? Eww, I don't think so. Now go rescue
the wholesome young thing from the denizens of Bludhaven and lemme know when
you want me to send the police to clean up."
Nightwing chuckled as he dove off the building's roof into a graceful
arc, which had him catching one of the baddies right in the solar plexus as
he disengaged. Escrima fighting sticks were in his hands before the dust
settled. "Now boys, that's not the right way to greet a new visitor to
our fair city. Didn't your mama's ever teach you manners?"
"Shit, let's get outta here!"
"Hey, there's four of us and one of him, I say we take him!"
one of the more brilliant ones stated.
"Screw this," the ringleader pulled out a Glock and pointed it
towards Nightwing. "This ain't Gotham and you ain't no Bat, I ain't
scared of you!"
Dick's smile only became wider. "Actually I was the Bat for a while.
I was also Robin when I was a youngster. Then I grew up and became Nightwing.
So, are you gonna talk or are we gonna play?"
Clark had been on the edge of taking action himself - namely rounding up
the thugs and dumping them somewhere for the police to find - when a blur
descending from a rooftop made him pause. Who the hell...
Nightwing. Clark had heard of how Batman's first sidekick had branched
out on his own and made Bludhaven his turf. A very good thing, but while he
was here helping Clark, he could be assisting someone who really needed the
help, even if he didn't know it.
"Look, uh guys, this really doesn't have to... Shit!"
Incredibly sensitive vision saw the movement of the lead goon's finger on
the trigger and he reacted without thinking. Moving at super-speed, he threw
himself between the crook's gun and Nightwing. Yeah, the guy had a suit or
something, but taking a bullet would hurt Clark a lot less than him!
He let out a grunt when the slug impacted with his chest, then was off in
a blur of motion again, grabbing the revolver, crushing it into a shapeless
mass and flinging it far away.
Nightwing winced as he realized the idiot was gonna be a dope and fire
but then, then the kid was between him and the bullet in the blink of an eye
and he could feel it impact against farmboy by the way he stepped back into
And then he was gone again, in front of the goon with the gun, and the
gun was history.
"Shit, Oracle, did you catch that?" he whispered into his mike.
"No, I told you I wasn't going to wa... What happened? You sound...
"Never mind, still got thugs to take care of, call you when I get
home. Nightwing out." Tackling two of the three men making a break for
it, Dick ejected one of his custom made bolas from his gauntlet and had it
spinning towards the third, wrapping around his ankles and taking him down.
Keeping one eye on Hooterville to make sure the kid was okay, Nightwing soon
had the other two goons down for the count and then he looked for the
Only to find him unconscious on the ground and Hooterville looking pale. Shit!
Walking towards the younger man slowly, so as not to spook him, Nightwing
began to speak very gently. "Are you okay? Where did it hit you? Let me
see, I need to make sure you're okay before I call the paramedics. Wouldn't
want your first trip to lovely Bludhaven to be your last now?"
Constantly talking to the shocky young man, Dick began to look for blood,
a bullet hole, anything. "So, what's your name? Can't go around calling
you the kid now can I? " And then Dick found the hole and sucked in a
breath of air. Heart shot and the kid was still walking. "Jesus."
Not worrying about the shirt, hell, with his Wayne family trust fund and
Bruce's money he'd buy the kid a dozen shirts to replace it, Dick tore it
open only to find... no blood. No wound.
Sirens in the background, Babs must have dispatched them. Great. Looking
around, Dick grabbed what had to be the kid's bag in one hand and wrapped
the other around his waist. "C'mon, my ride's this way. It's probably
best if you avoid the cops for now and I've never been one of their favorite
people. It's the whole vigilante thing. But I promise, you'll be safe with
Clark blinked, coming back to himself to find his shirt hanging in halves
and open in the front which meant - oh shit. "Look, I'll be okay,"
he stammered. "You don't need to..." Clark knew he could free
himself from Nightwing's grip and be gone in a matter of seconds, but was
He'd just have to do some fancy thinking before they got wherever they
were going was all.
"Yeah, I can tell you'll be okay. Hopefully the cops won't look for
either a gun or a bullet until I can get back there and find the flattened
slug and the scraps that used to be that guy's Glock. Bad enough they've got
me running loose in Bludhaven but if they find out about you... are you
meta-human? I used to work with a bunch back in the Teen Titans, hell I
nearly married an alien princess but... come to think of it, Kori could do
what you did..." the older man trailed off speculatively.
"Either way, you need to get off the streets. Bludhaven isn't your
nice little country town where everyone keeps their doors unlocked and knows
each other's entire life story. Things aren't nearly so nice here and you've
got the lost lamb look so bad the wolves are gonna be salivating for a bite
of you. You also look like you could use some solid sleep, some good food,
and some time to get things together. I can provide all three as well as
help you keep a low profile. And I promise not to bite unless first
asked," Dick continued with a friendly leer, hoping that the kid would
take it in stride.
Now Clark's expression bordered on confused, but he guessed that as a
superhero, Nightwing would be more exposed to 'different' people. "Not
a meta-human, an alien. Well, as alien as someone raised in Kansas can be
anyway." He managed a tiny smile and picked up his pace when the sound
of sirens drew closer. "And the name is Clark. Clark Kent. Thanks for
jumping in like that. It's not that I don't appreciate it, but..." He
shrugged. "Didn't quite need it."
"No, I guess you didn't" Dick chuckled as he deactivated the
proximity alarms and opened the passenger side door. Throwing Clark's bag in
the back seat, Dick quickly pulled on a leather jacket over his costume and
zipped it up. Taking a deep breath and one hell of a chance, the mask came
off and all of a sudden Nightwing was Dick Grayson once more.
Climbing into the driver's seat, Dick quickly scrubbed his face and hit
the hit a button that had Nightwing's car changing back into Dick Grayson's
sleek black sports car. "Dick Grayson , pleased to meet you, Clark
Kent, now how about we get out of here before the cops decide we look
suspicious?" That said, Dick turned the engine and eased the car out of
the alleyway, heading back towards the apartment building he owned and
"Sure." Clark's face had that shocky look again, and he
supposed that after everything he'd been through in his life, he really
shouldn't be stunned, but learning a superhero's identity... Whoa...
"I guess we both know a secret now." The sports car's engine
purred beneath the hood and for a moment Clark was back in one of Lex's many
cars, heading who knows where. He shook off the déjà vu almost violently
before half turning in the seat to look at Dick. "Don't you have other
people to help tonight or was I an end of the shift deal?"
"Surprisingly enough the town is pretty quiet tonight. Heat is one
of my best friends. When it gets this muggy and nasty outside, the baddies
stay in their air-conditioned rat holes and leave the rest of the world
alone," Dick chuckled as he turned the car into a security controlled
parking garage and stuck his head out the window. "Hey, George. You
doin' okay tonight?"
"Everything's been real quiet Mr. Grayson. Thanks for asking. You
have a nice evening, you hear?"
"Thanks, George, and good night!" Dick replied, a smile
plastered on his face until the security guard was out of sight. "I
really hate being called Mr. Grayson. I'm Dick, not , not Mr.
Grayson, Dick, plain and simple," the older man muttered under his
"Sorry," he continued apologetically, I get a little testy at
being called Mr. One I'm not old enough to be a Mr. Of anything and two,
it's a pet peeve of mine," Nightwing admitted with a wry grin.
"But I guess it could have been worse, all things considered. I could
have been Mr. Pennyworth. I guess I can live with Mr. Grayson."
"Pennyworth?" Deciding that he wasn't sure if he wanted to know
the answer to who that was, Clark frowned, a connection forming as he
processed everything Dick had just said. "So if you were Robin, does
that mean Bruce Wayne is Batman?" Man, this was a night for secrets.
Dick groaned quietly. Bruce was gonna kill him! "Alfred Pennyworth
is Bruce's butler and a surrogate father to both Bruce and I. He raised
Bruce after his parents were killed and did the same for me after mine were
killed and Bruce brought me home.
"Bruce... he isn't real good with relationships, so it fell to Al to
be a father to a scared, angry, confused kid. Bruce, on the other hand, gave
me an outlet for the anger and taught me to be smart about it. And to answer
your other question, yeah, he's Batman. But do me a favor and keep it quiet.
As it is he's gonna kill me when he finds out you know," Dick sighed as
he opened the car and got out.
Clark frowned, feeling surprised. "Who am I going to tell?"
Grabbing his bag, he climbed out of the car, waiting alongside it for Dick
to lock it and turn on the alarm. "I can tell you something else about
myself if you want to keep the secret count even," he offered, looking
over at the older man, meaning every word he said.
Dick did a double take. Was this kid... was Clark for real? "Nahh,
it's okay. If you can't trust a kid from Kansas and all that," Dick
grinned as he hit the 'regular' car alarm as well as the silent one that
packed a helluva wallop if activated. "C'mon, let's get you settled for
the..." looking down, Dick realized he was still more Nightwing then
"Whoops, looks like we're gonna have to go through the back door.
Don't want to spook the neighbors, or let 'em know Nightwing is in the house
- literally." Leading Clark over to a false wall in the darkest corner
of the garage, he hit the remote that opened it. Slipping inside, he led
Clark up the hidden staircase to Nightwing's version of the Batcave, a
converted apartment next to Dick's that for all intents and purposes was
rented out to a doctor who was never there. People might think it weird but
nobody ever thought it was weird enough to investigate.
Stripping off his leather jacket, Dick began to slither out of his
skintight costume, unmindful of the other man. After taking it all off in
front of Bruce and the Teen Titans, getting naked in front of people really
wasn't that big a deal to him. "Make yourself at home, I'll just be a
few. There's a bunch of take out menus in the drawer over there, pick
something you like and order. The portable phone is Dick Grayson's line, so
it's safe to use. I just need to get cleaned up and replenish my
costume," Dick continued, now completely nude.
The sound that came out of Clark's throat might have been a word on
whatever planet he was originally from or some other far-flung corner of the
universe, but it didn't bear any resemblance to English. Aside from gym
showers and Lex, he'd never seen other guys in the buff and Dick just...
like it didn't mean anything. Well, maybe it didn't to him, but Clark was
now finding his jeans fitting more snugly then they had a moment ago.
"Ummm, yeah." He tore his gaze away from Dick's toned body,
telling himself he wasn't curious as to how many scars the older man had or
why, and pulled open the drawer, scattering the papers over the floor when
he yanked harder then he intended to.
Dick spun around in a half-crouched defensive position, instinct
overriding common sense before he'd realized what he was doing. "Umm,
sorry," he apologized, blushing, "Only Bruce, Tim, Babs, and Garth
have ever been in here with me, so I tend to get a little skittish."
Realizing what had happened, Dick came over and knelt down next to the
chair Clark was sitting in to help the younger man pick up the multitude of
take-out flyers he kept stashed there. "Lemme guess, super strong
too?" he said with a slight chuckle. "Kori could kick my ass
something fierce in training - could be why I wanted to marry her.
"Come to think of it so did Garth, but considering he's Atlantean
it's no surprise - had to have heavier musclature and skeletal mass to
survive the pressure of living that deep in the ocean. Never wanted to marry
him though. Other things, maybe, but the thought of marrying a fish?"
Dick teased playfully. "It was either that or I just have a thing for
Bringing his head up again, Dick turned to hand the stack of folded
papers to the younger man only to find glazed eyes, slightly elevated
respiration and a slack jaw. "Clark? Hey Kansas, are you okay?"
Feeling so far out of his depth that it wasn't funny, Clark said the
first thing that popped into his mind. "I'm gay."
Dick blinked, then grinned. "And I'm bi. Nice to meet you," he
chuckled. "Now that we know each others' sexual preferences, you think
you can work the phone without crushing it, or would you rather I do
this?" Dick continued, leaning in to kiss the younger man gently on the
Seeing as Dick's current state of undress seemed to be the major cause of
his brain dysfunction, Clark swallowed before licking his lips. "I'll
call if you want to get cleaned up and get dressed." He grabbed the
first menu off the pile and started dialing even though he had no clue what
the place was or what he'd be ordering.
Dick backed off slightly and put a hand on Clark's knee. "Don't
worry, Kansas, your virtue is safe with me. I would never... just so it's
clear, you don't have to put out for room and board, I don't play games like
that. If you want to, I'm cool, if you don't want to, I'm cool. I happen to
like being friends with my lovers and vice versa and I also happen to like
having friends who are just friends. So relax, take a deep breath, don't
blow a hole in my wall, and chill out. You don't have to run anymore. You're
safe here," Dick promised before standing up and padding into the small
bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Safe. Was there anywhere in the world that was safe considering what Lex
was planning? It might not happen for years, but Clark knew his ex-lover had
set things in motion already, and that he was probably the only one who
could stop him when the time came.
Maybe being here would be a good thing. Dick obviously knew how this
being a hero thing worked, so maybe he'd have some advice on the subject. Of
course the fact that he woke Clark's libido up from its hibernation could be
a good or a bad thing, but Clark wasn't going to dwell on that now.
The phone in his hand started making a beeping noise, telling him he'd
had the line open too long, and he hit the talk button, hanging it up to
stare at the menu, only to realize he didn't even know where to send the
food. The shower had been running in the background, and Clark looked up
when it stopped and Dick walked out, clad in a pair of faded, form-fitting
jeans. "I couldn't order. Didn't know quite where to have it sent or
the phone number. Sorry."
"Not a problem," Dick smiled softly, taking the phone from the
younger man. "Chinese sound okay to you? Although I've got to warn you,
I spent too long in the company of people like Bruce, so when I order
Chinese I tend to order authentic, not American. On second thought - pizza.
It's safe," Dick chuckled as he hit the speed dial to his favorite pie
"Hey Berni, it's Dick Grayson. Yeah, my usual. Actually double the
order and throw in a Caesar salad and some wings. Oh and a couple of bottles
of Pepsi. Yeah, I've got a houseguest and he needs some fattening up.
Ooh," Dick sighed voluptuously, "if you, do I'm gonna kiss you the
next time I see you. Thanks!"
Hanging up the phone the older man grinned at Clark. "Bernadette is
a veritable angel. She's throwing in some of her mama's homemade tiramisu.
You're gonna love it," Dick grinned. "C'mon, my place is through
here," he continued, leading Clark over to another false wall.
"Oh, another thing I picked up from Bruce, I'm afraid, is a penchant
for false walls and secret doors."
Clark shouldered his backpack again and followed Dick through the
camouflaged door and down a hallway. "Pizza and wings sounds great, and
I'm used to secret passageways. My - I had a friend who lived in an old
castle that was full of them."
They walked out another hidden door and into the hallway of an apartment,
one that a college student would have felt at home in. Setting his bag down
near a wall, Clark looked around before glancing back at Dick who was
watching him, an almost amused expression on his face. "Thanks for the
offer to stay, but I can't just sponge off you like that. Is there anything
I can do to help around here?"
Dick laughed, he couldn't help it. "Yeah, it's a dump, I know. Al
always gives me the same look when he shows up. He says he comes to visit
because I don't get home to Gotham as much as he'd like, but it's actually
to look up on me, make sure I've got enough clean underwear, and to fumigate
the apartment. Babs won't even set foot in here unless I give her a vid tour
of the place to prove it's clean.
"As for sponging, ummm, I'm Bruce Wayne's heir and adoptive son. I
work because I want to, Clark, not because I have to. I'm sure you've heard
of Wayne Industries? Makes everyone except maybe Luthorcorp look like small
potatoes? I'm not saying that to boast, just to let you know that you don't
have to do a thing, okay? I'm happy to help out. I...
"I remember what it's like to be on the run and to have no one to
trust or to turn to. I was lucky that I ran into Batman and Bruce took a
shine to me. Very lucky, or my life would have been a lot different. So now,
now I return the favor whenever I can and do the same for someone else, give
them the same sort of break I was given. Makes the world a better place, you
"I'm not on the run, I can go home. I just..." Clark stopped,
not sure how to explain his situation. "I took the summer off before
college, wanted to see the country."
He scuffed his sneaker on the floor, moving a crumpled t-shirt out of the
way as he did so. "You're a good guy, Dick. Even aside from the
vigilante superhero thing, you're a good man. I want to do that, help
people, maybe help them help themselves." He shrugged, giving up trying
to explain it. "And I can do something around here. I can clean up so
that your friends won't have a fit when they come over. My mom would freak
if I ever left someplace like this."
"After you've taken some time to recharge and regroup," Dick
replied. "I won't say no, but you really don't have to. And
Clark," Dick continued, getting serious, "it doesn't have to be
your folks you're on the run from. You've got the look, Kansas. It's a look
I used to see in my own face from time to time, especially after Bruce and I
had our falling out for a while. It's just as easy to be on the run from
yourself or from someone you love as it is to be on the run from your
The doorbell rang, interrupting what Dick was going to say next.
"Spare room is down the hall, first door on the right, go ahead and
throw your stuff in there while I pay for the food."
Feeling vaguely spooked that Dick could read him that easily, Clark
nodded, giving up arguing for the moment as there wasn't any point. He
walked down the hall and set his bag on the neatly made queensized bed
before sitting next to it. A glance down reminded him that he was still
wearing the shirt that Nightwing had ripped open. Slowly stripping out of
it, Clark dug in his bag, finding a red shirt to replace the ruined navy one
and pulled it over his head, topping it off with the flannel shirt he'd had
"You must not use that room much," he called after leaving the
room. "It's clean."
"Actually I don't use it at all, Al and Timmy stay there when they
come to visit. Tim's my kid brother - another Wayne adoptee. His father
passed away not too long ago and Bruce took him on. Of course Timmy's been
in the 'family' a lot longer than that. He signed on after Jason died. Jason
was my other brother, and my replacement in the Batcave. The Joker took him
out when he and Batman were out patrolling one night. It was rough, but we
survived, we always do."
Dick shook off the memories, marveling at the way he was spilling his
guts to an almost complete stranger. Kent had heard more about his life in
the past few hours then most people had ever heard, a circle of very close
and intimate friends excluded. "Anyhow, enough melodrama for one night,
I don't know about you but I'm starving!" That said the older man threw
open a box and dug in, even as he headed to the computer. "Help
yourself and don't mind me. Gotta check mail and let the family know I'm
tucked in for the night. Turn on the set if you want or pop in a DVD."
"Okay." Clark pulled out a loaded slice for himself and placed
it on the paper plates the restaurant had provided. Picking up a Pepsi, he
crossed over to the sofa, nudging a pile of papers to the side so that he
could sit, balancing his plate in his lap. There was a complicated remote
control on the end table, and he picked it up, trying to decipher the
"Mind if I use the phone later? I promised my folks I'd let them
know when I stopped again. I've got a calling card so it won't show up on
your bill." He knew that a little thing like a ten-minute call to
Smallville was small potatoes for Dick, but it was just a matter of pride.
Not saying a word, knowing how the male ego worked only too well, Dick
nodded. "Phone's buried somewhere under the papers next to you, it's a
portable if you want to take it into the bedroom for privacy," he
offered as he did a quick review of his mail and then let Babs, Bruce, and
Alfred know via a secured email that he was home for the night with a
Logging off, Dick plonked himself on the floor next to Clark's thigh and
started in on the wings, moaning in happy ecstasy as he did so. "God
they make good food here," he grinned, licking his fingers clean.
"Hit the tv/video button and then the one that says play in the lower
section of the remote. I was watching Aliens the other night. An oldie but a
goody and I get such a chuckle out of it. Besides Michael Biehn and
Sigourney Weaver are both hot! I can't decide which I lust after more!"
Clark's call to his parents had been quick, and he hadn't mentioned the
abortive mugging attempt, so he was off the phone when Dick joined him.
"They should have listened to Ripley," he murmured, hitting the
correct sequence of buttons and leaning back as the tv flickered to like
just in time to show the rampaging aliens devouring the overmatched marines.
"And no contest here. Michael Biehn, though Bill Paxton is worth a
second look too."
"Ewww! Fugly! I'd rather French one of the aliens," Dick
laughed as he helped himself to slice of pizza, "although he did
improve later on in life. I didn't mind Apone though - always had a thing
for big black men. They're yummy!"
"You do have a thing about aliens!" Clark laughed, shifting his
leg to prod Dick in the side. "And let me guess, you like to watch 'Six
Feet Under' too because of that cop on it.
"Mmm, yeah. But if we're talking big buff cops, Jim Ellison, man.
I've got every episode of The Sentinel - had a friend burn it into DVD so I
could have good quality. Now that man did things to my libido!" Dick
replied. "And yeah, I do, so sue me," Dick shot a friendly leer at
Clark. "After all, they do seem to grow 'em good out in space, or in
"Clean living and lots of chores," Clark said by way of
explanation. He was struck by the strangeness of this conversation. Here he
was, sitting in a superhero's living room, discussing his being an alien and
what men they found attractive! It really was too strange for words.
"Gotcha," Dick laughed as he stood to grab the desert out of
the fridge and two spoons. "So have you ever had tiramisu? Not that I'm
putting down small town life or anything. When I was with the circus, they
were our best customers and I spent a lot of time traveling from town to
town, I just know they don't have as many amenities as a big city is
"Yeah, I've had it before." Clark didn't want to elaborate on
how or when, so he went back to asking questions. "You were with a
circus? Which one?" Dick settled back on the floor next to the couch,
and, after taking the spoon the older man offered, Clark dug into the
dessert, sighing appreciatively at his first taste. "Thif if ready gud,"
he mumbled around his mouthful.
"I was with CC Haly & Norton Brother's Circus from the time I
was born until my parents were murdered. Actually the circus was how Robin
was born. My family and I were the Fabulous Flying Graysons - trapeze
artists. My mom gave me the nickname Robin when I first started swinging on
a trapeze. Had a natural gift for itand I flew through the air like a robin,
or so she would say. That's how Robin was born," Dick told Clark as he
watched the younger man eat his tiramisu.
Seeing a dollop of cream at the corner of Clark's mouth, Dick couldn't
resist. He slowly rose up and swiped his tongue across the spot, all the
while watching Clark's reaction. "Yes," he husked, his breath
blowing against the younger man's lips so close they almost touched,
"yes it is good, isn't it?"
Clark had been just about to comment that he may have seen Dick's
family's act, he remembered that circus coming through Smallville when he
was younger, but the feel of the older man's tongue sliding across his lips
froze him on the spot while causing his cock to twitch.
Was it so wrong to want to do this? He was single and interested, and
Dick certainly seemed to be. There wouldn't be any awkward excuses about
weird things happening, but he didn't love Dick. Hell, he hardly knew him.
But... Looking into the older man's blue eyes, Clark came to a decision and
leaned in, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips against
Letting Clark take the lead in the kiss, Dick drew back when it finally
ended, his breathing slightly elevated, his pulse racing and his cock
throbbing. "Finish your dessert, Clark," Dick husked as he dug
into his own bowl. "When you're ready for more, if you ever are, we'll
do more, but until then, I just wanted to kiss you."
Clark almost whimpered when Dick moved away, but he regained control of
himself before he could haul the other man closer again - like into his lap.
Deciding honesty was the best way to handle things, he dug his spoon into
the bowl again and stared at it. "You're confusing me."
"I don't mean to," the older man replied, setting his bowl
aside. "How do I confuse you, Clark? Because I'm honest about the fact
that I find you attractive? I do - you're a handsome man and you have a good
heart. Or is it because I backed off? I could see it in your eyes - you
hesitated and didn't seem entirely sure about this. You may have kissed me,
but I doubt you're really ready for anything more, at least if you're honest
"I guess I'm just not used to... honesty that way." Clark
looked at his spoonful of dessert and set it in the bowl, his appetite gone.
"I try to be honest, but being the way I am means lots of secrets and
my - my boyfriend had a lot of them too. Ones I wish I'd never found out
"I know about secrets, believe me. First I watched Bruce lose
girlfriend after girlfriend when the Bat took precedence over Bruce and then
the same thing started to happen to me. I started keeping secrets from
friends and girlfriends and boyfriends. And yeah it made life hard,"
"But you have to look at it from another point of view, Clark. Would
telling the people you love, the people you care about, your secrets benefit
them or cause them hurt? If I had told people that I was Robin that would
have exposed Bruce as Batman. It would also have left him and myself
vulnerable and it would have put my friends in grave danger.
"It's the same now. My co-workers don't know I'm Nightwing. The
people I date don't know unless they're from the same sort of world that I
live in. I have a small, closely-knit group of confidants who either have
done what I do or something similar, so we have a common secret. They're the
ones I turn to when being Nightwing gets too heavy, not the person I'm
sleeping with. The person I'm sleeping with could be used against me or
worse killed because of what they know. So it's better they don't
That was something he was familiar with, and Clark nodded heavily.
"And here I thought I had problems... Would you do things differently,
if you could?"
"Honestly? No. But it's a balancing act and the day the scales don't
meet dead center, the day that my secrets and my pain begin to outweigh the
knowledge that I'm helping and that I'm making a difference, that's the day
I need to take a hard look at my life and decide if I'm willing to keep
going. But until then - the scales still balance.
"However it's different for every person, Clark. Bruce - he is
Batman, you can't separate one from the other. I think he's gonna be Batman
until he's too old or he's dead. I love him to death but his life isn't mine
and his way isn't mine. For him it's a crusade, his own personal windmill to
tilt. For me, I do it because I want to make a difference, make the world a
better place. If I lose that passion, that love, then I need to rethink what
I'm doing. There are so many ways to make a difference and I never want to
stop helping, but maybe one day I won't want to do it behind a mask, you
"It's not to say that I don't have regrets, I've got a million of 'em.
It's just that this is who I am meant to be right now. And that's what you
need to decide. Who is Clark Kent meant to be? Admittedly you've got a bit
more of a handicap than I had, what with your abilities, but you've survived
this long being a farmer's kid from Kansas so you could conceivably continue
to do so. But you gotta make that choice, Clark, and know that either way
there's gonna be consequences. You need to decide which consequences
you can live with and the ones you can't."
Tired of looking down at Dick and have him craning his neck back to see
him, Clark slid from the couch to the floor alongside the older man. "I
want to help people," he said seriously. "I want to be strong
enough to help them now and strong enough to do what I have to in the future
because I wasn't strong enough when I might have made a difference
He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them
tightly. "My life's never been normal. I guess if someone I was with
knew about what I was it would be easier, but, like you said, that leaves
them open for bad things. Maybe being alone is safer for everyone."
"A little piece of advice, Clark. Don't beat yourself up for what
you could have done in the past. All it does is make you doubt yourself and
make you bleed inside. If this is what you really want to do you've got to
accept that you can't protect everyone, you can't save the world in one fell
swoop and you can't stop someone from following a path that they're set on
following. It can't be done.
"As for normal; who the hell wants a normal life? Normal is so...
boring! It's a white picket fence, 2.5 children and a job in a bank. I'd go
nuts if I were normal," Dick laughed, and then sobered again, turning
to look at Clark. "But I wouldn't advise going it alone. Everyone needs
a shoulder, Clark. Someone they can trust and confide in.
"Before me, Bruce had Alfred, I've got them both and a few others.
I'm the sounding board for a lot of the Titans and so on and so forth. Even
'superheroes' need someone they can just be themselves with and someone they
can trust. This is gonna sound corny but there's this song I heard and it
was kinda profound when you really think about it. It said, 'One is the
loneliest number that I ever heard,' and it's true. One is a very
"Besides," Dick continued with a self-assured grin.
"You've got me now and I'll be happy to have your back when you need
"Really?" Clark offered a smile that was almost a grin before
turning serious again. "Normal is all I wanted all my life. I mean,
what else is there in Kansas besides normal? It's all I ever wanted and the
one thing I can never have, but you're right. Having a friend who knows and
understands would make it easier. My folks... The weird powers were hard
enough, but add the fact that their son likes boys and that they hated his
boyfriend... not good at all."
He shifted a little closer and leaned his head on Dick's shoulder, simply
wanting human contact. "So, obviously you don't work in a bank, what is
it you do in the real world?"
Dick grinned. "I'm a cop."
Clark was struck silent, then he started to laugh, and, unable to stop
himself, continued until he was curled up on the floor, gasping for breath.
"Officer Richard John Grayson, Bludhaven PD at your service, Mr.
Kent. Would you like to see my badge and uniform? Actually you can see it in
the morning. I'm on duty tomorrow," Dick laughed.
"I tried the college thing but dropped out. Business is Bruce's
thing, not mine, so I stay as far away from Wayne Industries as possible
except to visit dear old 'dad'. Growing up as Robin I probably know more
about the criminal mind than the entire Bludhaven force put together. I
could master in criminal psychology without breaking a sweat, I know
forensic science, investigative procedures, and how to use more weapons than
I care to admit, so becoming a cop seemed to fit.
"Oh, there are times when I regret it. There have been those days
that I've just barely crawled into bed from my 'night' job when my beeper
goes off and I've got to get to work. I've had more 24-hour days than I care
to think of but... it's the best of both worlds really. I help people as
Nightwing and as Officer Grayson. And I'm good at it.
"What about you? What do you want to be when you graduate?"
Clark sat up, looking contrite. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
laughed. That's - it's really great that you're doing that, making a
difference all the time."
He crossed his legs and rested his elbows on his knees for a second
before reaching up and raking his dark hair off his forehead. "I want
to be a reporter - excuse me - an investigative journalist. It just
seemed... there's a lot of stuff going on out there that the authorities
can't stop, but maybe if the pubic knew about it, it would end."
"Sounds like a good career to me," Dick replied, "and
don't sweat it, Clark. You should have seen the look on Bruce's face when I
told him I wanted to be a cop. I thought he'd had a heart attack. And then
there was Al and Jason, man were their reactions funny. Not nearly as funny
as the first time they all saw me in uniform, but damn it was a close
Deciding to at least pretend to be tidy, Dick put away the left over
pizza and wings and tossed the waste in the trash before dumping the dishes
in the sink, and then returned to sit next to Clark. "I need to let
Babs know you're staying here - she keeps an eye on the place when I'm at
work and Bruce, Tim and Al just in case they decide to drop in. The only
thing I ask is that you don't go through to the other apartment. It's not
that I don't trust you it's just a safety precaution. I keep the alarm on at
all times when I'm not in there and the last thing you need is the Bat
coming in here unannounced. I'd kinda like to keep this him for a little
while longer," Dick joked.
"Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge, use the phone whenever
you need to. Log on to the comp as well if you want. There's an AOL account
that you can use if you want. Also, if you want to go out, Bludhaven is not
a nice city so stick to the main streets or take the bus. I can give you a
tour around after my shift if you want. There's a spare key in the puzzle
box on the table next to the door, I'll undo it before I leave and leave it
out for you to use, I'll also leave my beeper number, phone number and cell
phone number. Think of the place as yours too, Clark, okay?
"And one more thing. If you ever need to talk, I'll be happy to
listen. And if you need anything at night, I'm a light sleeper, just knock
first to let me know you're there."
Secrets and secret places, it seemed his life was full of them once
again, but Clark nodded even as he moved to help Dick with the clean up, all
the while promising to give the place a thorough once over tomorrow while
the other man was at work.
"Dick." Clark reached out, catching the other man's arm before
he could turn away. "Thank you, for everything. You - you don't have
any idea how much I appreciate this, all of it." He looked down, then
moved in, brushing a kiss across Dick's mouth. "But I'll find a way to
Dick drew back slightly and smiled. "You don't have to, Clark.
Really," the older man replied. "Like I said, someone did
something good for me and I'm passing along the favor. If really want to
thank me you do the same for someone someday. You'll just know when it's
right and that'll be my favor repaid, okay? Besides I like the company. I
get really tired of laughing at my own jokes," Dick continued with a
That said, Dick stepped closer into Clark's personal space and very
slowly cupped the younger man's head in his hands. Leaning forward he
brushed his lips across Clark's once, twice, and then on the third time
stayed, kissing the college student with increasing ardor, coaxing Clark's
mouth open so he could taste and explore.
Hands that had been at Clark's sides moved upward, closing around Dick's
waist as Clark's mouth fell open, actively encouraging its plunder by Dick's
tongue. He tightened his grip enough to feel the roll and flex of the
shorter man's muscles under his fingers, that fact making the moment seem
that much more real to him.
Breathing wasn't a problem for Clark, but soon Dick had to draw back
though he continued brushing his lips against Clark's. "I - I should
let you get some rest and get some myself," Clark rasped, doubting he'd
have the strength of will to say no if Dick asked him to come to bed with
him. Being with someone who understood was a powerful aphrodisiac, but it
was too soon, especially for Clark's sadly corn-fed morals.
"I... I think that's probably a good idea. Good night, Clark. Sleep
well. If you can, that is," Dick replied as he backed away from the
younger man slowly before turning to make sure the place was locked and the
security alarms set. Watching as Clark headed to the spare room, Dick shook
his head and muttered under his breath. "Cold shower - very cold
shower, and then maybe I can get some sleep."
Dick's prediction came true, but then, Clark had rarely slept a full
night in the last six months. He was up before the sun, and, not sure of
Dick's schedule, busied himself by doing nothing until he heard the alarm go
off in the master bedroom and the muted curses as Dick flailed around for
Chuckling to himself, he padded out of the spare room and went into the
kitchen, giving the small room a sweep with his x-ray vision to locate the
things he'd need to make breakfast. By the time Dick emerged, the coffee was
done and Clark had a pan sizzling with bacon. "How do you like your
eggs?" he asked.
"Black, with two teaspoons of sugar," Dick groaned, wrapping
both hands around his coffee mug and inhaling the fumes. "Oh God, now
this is coffee!" the older man moaned blissfully, ignoring that his
robe was half open, his hair was standing straight up, and that he still had
creases in his cheek from his pillow.
"Never had them that way," Clark chuckled, raising an egg in
preparation for cracking it. "If you don't like scrambled, speak now or
live on coffee and toast." He was clad on his boxers and t-shirt and
certainly wasn't ready for the day, but the sight of Dick! Clark had to
stifle a snicker.
"Scrambled is good - kinda reminiscent of my brain right now. Gonna
go shower, be right back," the older man mumbled as he stood, still
clutching his cup, and headed for the bathroom. A short time later a shout
echoed out of the room. "Damn, that's cold!!!"
Glad that Dick didn't have his gadgets on or superhearing, Clark burst
into laughter, carefully setting the egg down so that he didn't crush it
before leaning against the countertop until he got control of himself.
By the time Dick made it out of the shower, now cleaned up, shaved, and
dressed in his uniform, Clark had the bacon and eggs done as well as toast
and more coffee because it certainly looked like the other man needed it.
"Are you always so cheery in the morning?" he asked, nudging Dick
toward the recently cleared off dining room table and sliding his plate in
front of him.
"Hate to break it to you, Kansas, but this is one of my better
mornings," Dick replied and then reached for his second cup of coffee
and downed it before even attempting to tackle the breakfast in front of
him. Ten minutes later the plate was empty and Dick grinned at the younger
man. "Okay, forget what I said about thanking me. This breakfast
covered it!" he informed Clark as he stood up.
"I hate to eat and run but I really gotta get going. My partner
hates being left to cool her heels in the cruiser." Opening a locked
drawer, Dick took out his service revolver and slid it into his holster.
"I'll try to call in around noon to see how you're doing. Go back to
bed, Clark, you look like you could use some sleep." Leaning in, Dick
brushed his lips across the younger man's. "And thanks for breakfast.
It was incredibly nice of you."
"I'm an incredibly nice guy, trust me," Clark answered, giving
a wry grin. "And I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything on the
He stood, following Dick toward the door, feeling absurdly like a
housewife watching her man leave for work. "Be careful, okay? I mean,
I'm not around to stop any lead some idiot throws your way today."
Dipping his head, he kissed Dick back before the older man opened the door.
"And I like the uniform, though the one you had on last night showed
your ass off better."
"Yes, dear," Dick laughed as he bussed Clark's cheek and headed
out the door. "And if you ask nice I'll show you my other uniform when
I get home," he teased as shut the door behind him.
Twelve hours later, Dick opened the door tiredly only to see Clark
putting two plates on the table. "Damn, can I keep you?" he asked
with a tired grin as he returned his revolver to the drawer and turned the
key then took a good look at his apartment. "Holy shit, Kansas! I mean
it, can I keep you, please?" The place was immaculate. The wood was
polished, glass sparkled and metal gleamed. Not a thing was out of place or
lying around. "Wow. Just... wow!"
Clark chuckled and rolled his eyes. You'd think the guy had never seen a
clean apartment before. "My mother trained me well. She didn't want her
little boy going off to college and not being able to take care of himself.
It helps when you have something to work with and this place is pretty nice
under the layers of stuff."
"I raided your freezer for dinner. Hope chicken works., It's kind of
plain, but its one of the things I can cook that turn out edible."
Actually, he was a pretty good cook considering everything and he hadn't
minded cleaning - it had let him learn a little more about his host. He'd
found pictures, and now knew who Al, Tim, and Babs were. Bruce Wayne, of
course, he'd seen in the news and at a couple of functions he'd attended
with Lex, but the forbidding man he'd seen there looked little like the
smiling person in the photos.
"Chicken is great, thanks," Dick smiled, "and you worked a
bigger miracle than even Al has in the past. I think the only time this
place has been this clean was before I moved in and it was an empty
apartment." Okay, he was exaggerating a little - well maybe a lot - but
the kid had worked a miracle.
"Just let me grab a quick shower before I eat. Spending the majority
of the day inside a patrol car is less than pleasant," Dick admitted as
he headed down the hall to his room. Leaving the bedroom door open, Dick
stripped out of his uniform then wrapped a towel around his waist to walk to
the bathroom. Normally he wouldn't have bothered, but he wanted to be fair
to Clark, cute though his blushes were.
Emerging a few minutes later, another towel around his waist and a second
one around his shoulders as he toweled his hair dry, Dick re-entered the
kitchen. "I hope you don't mind," he began, indicating his lack of
apparel. "I'm just gonna have to crawl into my other uniform after
dinner so there's really no sense getting dressed in between.
"I shouldn't be out long unless something major comes up, but all
the big players in Bludhaven are either lying low at the moment,
incarcerated, or on vacation so I'm not expecting any trouble.
"Hey, I managed to snag a decent shift this week so I have Friday to
Tuesday free. I have to go up to Gotham; Bruce has a thing, you want to come
with? I'll give you the grand tour and maybe talk Bruce into letting you
check out the Batcave."
"I don't want to get in the way of your family stuff, but..."
Clark was just about bouncing on the balls of his feet at the thought of
being able to see Batman's lair. "Yeah!"
Grabbing a potholder, he pulled a dish of marinated chicken breasts out
of the oven and set them on top, moving them onto a plateand carrying that
as well as a plate holding two baked potatoes to the table. "I hope you
take vitamins, because you have a severe lack of vegetables here," he
chuckled, before sobering. "Is there any way... never mind, it's your
work, you don't need me listening in."
Dick blushed. "You mean mushroom and onion on my pizza doesn't
count? I keep meaning to buy groceries it just... slips my mind," the
older man admitted. "I'm bad for taking care of myself, I know, and I
always get the lecture from Al and Bruce. If it helps I had a salad and
fruit for lunch?" Dick offered, unaccountably touched by Clark's
"And you won't get in the way of family things. I... Bruce knows you
know and he also knows you've got your own secrets. As long as I'm with you,
you don't know the way in, and you look but don't touch, he'll be cool with
it. He's just really anal about people touching his toys. Man, the trouble I
got into the one and only time I took the Batmobile out by myself,"
Dick shook his head in remembrance. "I thought I was about to find
myself buried in an unmarked grave in the Wayne family plot!
"And is there any way what?"
"A little." Clark still didn't look convinced that Dick was
telling the truth. Of course then finding out that Bruce Wayne knew he knew
he was Batman drove thoughts of good nutrition from his mind. "I won't
touch anything, I promise. I've broken too many things in the past not to
learn that lesson."
He settled into the empty chair, trying to ignore just how little Dick
was wearing. "Is there any way I could listen in on what you're doing
tonight. I know you don't need help, but... It'd make me feel better."
How long had it been since he'd worked with a partner? Oh he still helped
out when he was in Gotham, but it was Batman and Robin working together and
Nightwing assisting. Too long. A slight smile spread across Dick's face.
"Tell you what, you can come along for the ride and I'll hook you into
the communication relay that I use to contact Oracle when something's up or
I need some info fast. She's my electronic eyes and ears and one hell of a
hacker too. Sound like a plan to you?"
"Seriously?" Clark beamed a smile at Dick, the expression
making him look younger than his years. "Cool! I won't get in the way,
I promise - well, unless you look like you need help." He seriously
doubted that would be the case, it looked like it would take a lot to bring
Nightwing down, but even that would be no match for Clark's invulnerability.
"So, are you gonna eat so we can go?"
Dick had to chuckle at that. "You have no idea how much you remind
me of the first few months I was Robin. I used to drive Bruce nuts, wanting
to do the really cool dark crusader thing," he laughed as he obediently
began to dig into his meal, thoroughly enjoying it.
"Do you have any black clothes you can wear? The windows of the car
are tinted but just to be on the safe side, in case you do decide I need
help, you really don't want the bad guys getting a good look at you. They
remember faces real well. Believe me.
"But I want you to promise me, Clark, you don't get out of the car
unless I or Oracle ask you too. You've got a good heart and a great head on
your shoulders, but you're still a civilian and I don't want to have to
explain to your parents why you're in the hospital or something because of
Clark nodded, sobering. This wasn't a game and if he did something
stupid, he could get someone hurt, most likely Dick. "The only thing
that might land me in the hospital isn't anywhere near here, so I'll be
okay, but I'll stay in the car, I promise."
Thinking about Dick's first question, Clark shook his head. "No
black, but I've got some dark jeans and a navy shirt, would that work?
"It'll work fine," Dick smiled as he finished the last of his
meal. "So, why don't you finish eating and go change while I head next
door and suit up. I'll let Oracle know you're coming with me so she'll be
appraised of the situation," the older man finished, standing.
"Mind if we leave the dishes until after? I don't think we've got the
time. I really should get out and make my sweep."
Heading for the hidden door, Dick smiled over his shoulder. "And
feel free to peek if you want, I don't mind you watching me shimmy into my
Kevlar," he flirted outrageously before disappearing into the other
room to prep for the night's patrol and let Barbara know what was going on.
"No... problem..." Clark answered, looking toward the now empty
table then back at the open door that connected the two apartments. Part of
him really wanted to cross into the secret room and watch Dick get dressed.
After all, he knew what Nightwing wore under his costume and that was
nothing, but a saner part of his mind reminded him that it wasn't right, not
then. With a sigh, Clark trudged into the guest bedroom, pulling his last
clean change of clothes out of his bag and slipping into them, knotting his
sneakers before coming out.
Approaching the doorway, he peered inside, looking for Dick. "Is it
safe to come in?"
Dick had to chuckle. There was something so sweet, so wholesome
about Clark. He found it very sexy. And very hard to resist and play the
noble suitor when he all he wanted to do was ravish the younger man.
"Well, I'm clothed but I can't guarantee the decent part - I don't
think I've ever claimed to be that," Dick replied, turning to watch
"Here," he continued, handing Clark an earpiece. "It goes
in like a hearing aid. This," he handed Clark what looked like a piece
of hi tech circuitry on top of some tape, "goes around your larynx.
That way you can both talk and listen. Would you like me to put it on for
"Please." Clark tried to keep his eyes on Dick's face and not
on his form-fitting costume that was too, well, form-fitting for his peace
of mind. "I'd probably crush it before I got it where it
Realizing his height might make this difficult, Clark sat in a chair and
lifted his head so that Dick could put things where they belonged. "I
was going to say I don't need the earpiece, but if I want to hear Oracle, I
guess I do."
Coming to stand between Clark's wide spread legs, Dick used a finger to
tip the younger man's head up to the right angle and then gently pressed the
almost invisible piece of communication equipment to his throat. He then
took the earpiece and gently inserted into Clark's left ear.
That done, Dick just stood there, looking down into the younger man's
face, his thumb stroking back and forth across Clark's jaw. "You are a
beautiful man, Clark Kent, and one I want very much," Dick murmured
quietly before brushing a kiss across his lips. "But I want to know you
even more than I want to fuck you, if you'll forgive my crassness. So, we
take this slow. But it doesn't mean I'm going to play fair and do the
honorable thing by not tempting you. I just wanted to warn you ahead of
Clark swallowed hard and just barely kept himself from adjusting the
constricting fit of his jeans. "I think I noticed the tempting thing
last night," he whispered, before blushing when feminine laughter
sounded in his ear.
"It's a habit of Nightwing's, but the waiting isn't. I'm looking
forward to meeting you, Clark Kent."
"Babs, you mind? This is a private conversation," Dick groused,
before backing away from Clark, muttering under his breath about pushy
people butting on conversations they shouldn't butt into. "And you'll
meet him this weekend okay? He's coming home with me to the manor. You are
going to the charity event Bruce is hosting at the manor, aren't you? I know
your dad is."
"Yeah, I'm going. Oh yeah, I figured you'd be going so I asked Dinah
to look after Bludhaven while you're gone. I'm just going home for the party
then coming back, so between Oracle and the Black Canary your back's
"Now go and patrol so you can get back to getting to know your new
friend. Oh and Clark? Save a dance for me, okay?"
Wondering that if he died of embarrassment here in Nightwing's lair,
would Dick freight his body home to his parents, Clark felt his blush creep
up his cheeks. "Uh sure, yeah, if Dick lets me," he answered in a
"Don't worry, I'll make him," Barbara laughed. "Oracle
Dick shook his head. "If I didn't love you like a sister, Miss
Gordon," he threatened into the mike as he sat in front of a mirror to
attach his facemask with some spirit gum. "You have to forgive Babs,
she has an ... interesting sense of humor at times, well actually most
times," Dick continued with a wry grin, as he turned in his seat, Dick
Grayson now completely subsumed by Nightwing. "Shall we get going,
Four hours and a complete sweep of Bludhaven later, Dick walked into
Nightwing's lair, Clark behind him, only to find out he had a visitor.
"Batman, Robin! What brings you to Gotham?"
"We thought you and your new friend would like a ride back to Gotham.
Chopper's on the roof, all you need to do is grab Mr. Kent's clothes for the
weekend and we can be home in less than an hour," Batman said with a
slight smile. "Mr. Kent, nice to meet you again. Perhaps we can find
some time to catch up over the weekend?"
Oh man, just when he thought life couldn't get any more surreal... The
evening rounds with Nightwing had been educational as well as interesting
though not particularly exciting which was fine with Clark. He'd learned
more about observation and concealment in those few hours than he'd thought
possible, and he was already mulling ways over of using what he'd learned in
what he wanted to do. "Thank you, Mr. W - err, Batman..." Ah,
hell, just what did he call the guy, and Bruce Wayne remembered him.
Shit. "Let me grab my bag, and - yeah." Deciding that a hasty
retreat was in order, he darted through the connecting door to Dick's
apartment, casting an almost frantic glance at Nightwing as he left. Forget
Kansas and Oz,, this was down the rabbit-hole and straight into Wonderland!
"Do I even want to know?" Dick asked quietly as he watched
"I believe that is for Mr. Kent to tell, Dick," Batman replied,
"but I did have the pleasure of meeting him at a fundraiser in
Metropolis about seven months ago. He was a breath of fresh air in a city
that's become more corrupt than Gotham. I had worried about him then. He was
so out of place, a lamb among the wolves. I'm glad to see he's no longer
with said wolves and leave it at that. Anything else comes from him, not me.
"Barbara tells me that you're letting him take the lead," Bruce
continued with a chuckle. "That's a first. You're usually much more...
aggressive when you go after something. He's gotten to you, hasn't he?"
Dick had the good grace to blush underneath his mask and tug slightly as
his suit's collar. "Umm, yeah. He's... it's gonna sound corny, but he's
sweet Bruce, I mean he's a really good person. It's been a long time
since I've met someone so honest. I can read him like a book. He doesn't
hide anything, least of all his emotions and I find myself wanting to
protect him even though I can guarantee he'd wipe the floor with me if he
ever came at me with his full abilities. He just... gets to me."
"I knew I liked him when I first met him," Bruce laughed
softly, pulling Dick in for a hug. "I've never seen you flustered, not
even when you were getting ready to say 'I do'. It's a pleasant
"Yeah, well, don't go spreading it around okay?"
"Hey, just save me from any exposure to tongue action okay?"
Tim piped in. "I mean it's bad enough when Bruce does the whole playboy
thing, but damn, you're getting mushy too? What is this world coming
to?" Robin bemoaned theatrically.
"One word, brat, Vesper."
Tim clammed up at the mention of the newest version of Batgirl in Gotham.
Damn, how had Dick known he thought she was meltdown material?
Nightwing smiled conspiratorially at Batman. They both remembered too
well the first Robin saying the exact same thing and then changing his tune
when he'd met the first Batgirl. Jesus, how long ago was that?
Hearing the slight scuff of feet, Dick turned towards the door.
"It's safe to come in, Clark, really. How long have you been out
"I wasn't eaves-dropping," Clark replied earnestly, and he
hadn't been, though he had caught something about tongue action and
Vesper... He just didn't want to know, especially if it concerned Dick and
"I can control my hearing, most of the time." This was added
with a bit of a shrug as he certainly wasn't going to mention just when
his hearing seemed to go haywire. Searching for a way to change the subject,
he held up his backpack. "Got my stuff."
"Didn't think you were," Dick replied with a smile, "and
even if you did you'd only have heard Bruce giving me some fatherly advice
and me bugging Tim about his crush on Gotham's newest version of Batgirl.
She decided Batgirl wasn't P.C. enough so changed her moniker to Vesper. And
poor Timmy's in loooo-ve," Dick singsonged, ducking the punch Robin
swung at him.
"I'm so gonna kill you, Dickie," Tim growled and tried to
launch himself at his 'brother' only to be caught around the scruff of the
neck by Batman, Dick being caught in the other hand.
"Now boys, this is no way to act in front of a guest., Keep it up
and he might decide that the criminal element of Gotham is the safer bet.
You want to go after each other, wait until we get home and take it out in
the gym. Until then, let it go," Batman admonished his two sons with
fond exasperation as he let them go. "You'll have to excuse them,
Clark. You'd think I didn't teach them anything," the dark knight
continued with a shake of his head before his expression became somber and
emotionless - the batface going on.
"Mr. Kent, if you'll come with Robin and I? We'll leave Nightwing to
secure both premises and then join us."
"He won't bite, Clark, I promise," Nightwing grinned as the
younger man turned to look at him. "I'll be right up."
"If it gets too bad, I can always jump off the roof," Clark
answered, giving a smile. The affection the three of them had for each other
made him think of his family, or how it might have been if hehad had any
brothers, kind of like Pete acted with his siblings. Of course, none of the
Rosses wore high-tech Kevlar costumes or an arsenal of gadgets and weapons.
Eyeing the tall, brooding man in black and his teen-aged partner, Clark
followed them through another secret door, feeling absurd for missing Dick
already. "You have my word that I won't tell anyone what I found out,
sir," he said gravely as they exited the stairs and walked out onto the
"I didn't think you would, Clark. You're a very trustworthy young
man," Batman replied, not voicing the thought that Clark was also a
very trusting young man, something that could ultimately get him
hurt. Batman might not show it but Bruce Wayne was very happy to see
Clark away from Lex Luthor. That one was turning out just like his father -
rotten to the core.
Nightwing joined them moments later and the state of the art helicopter
lifted off in complete silence, disappearing into the night sky without a
sound as if it had never been there.
"I promise to give you a tour of the cave tomorrow," Dick
grinned as he set Clark's bag down on the massive king-sized bed in the
opulent guest room - which was right across the hall from his rooms, not
that he had mentioned the fact yet. "Bruce still has some work to do
tonight, I'm afraid. Gotham may not be as corrupt as Bludhaven but it's got
it's fair share of crime regardless.
"Is young Master Clark all settled in, Master Dick?" Alfred
asked from the doorway, a benign smile on his face.
"Hey, Al, don't worry about it, I'll take care of Clark, you go back
to bed, okay?" Dick gently chided the family butler, giving him a quick
hug before making sure he left.
"Al's the best, but he's not a spring chicken anymore. I really wish
he'd take better care of himself," Dick admitted. "I don't know
what any of us would do if we lost him.
"Anyhow, bathroom's through there and I'm right across the hall.
Breakfast is usually whenever you get up. Al's always up first, Bruce is up
at the crack of dawn, Tim usually rolls out of bed around two on a weekend
and I'm somewhere in between Bruce and Tim. There's a pool and a complete
gym on the first floor, as well as a den, a library, Bruce's home office,
the formal living room and dining room and the kitchen. The family living
room is on this floor, end of the hall and turn right. Is there anything
else you might need, you think?"
His head whirling with the night's events, Clark tried to digest Dick's
instructions as well as the fact that he'd somehow gone from a
pseudo-mugging victim, to Nightwing's guest and now the Batman's. God, he'd
have to call his folks and tell them he'd changed cities again. "Did
you clean up the dishes when you went back in?" he asked. The fact that
Dick ducked his head was his answer, though there was no way he could have
done it without super-speed in the short time he'd been in the apartment.
"God, the place is going to stink when we get back," Clark
grimaced before blinking because he'd used 'we'. "As for what I need...
Maybe a goodnight kiss?" He posed the question even as he crossed over
to Dick, drawing the older man's head up as he tilted his own down so that
their lips met. He usually wasn't so forward; he just had to do it.
"I think I can handle that," Dick husked, his lips brushing
against Clark's, begging entrance. When it was granted, the older man dove
right in, his hands wrapping around Clark's waist to pull him more tightly
against Dick's hard and instantly aroused body.
Fuck but he wanted this farm boy! Dick thought dazedly as he
continued to eat at Clark's mouth. It had happened so fast, they'd barely
known each other two days, but damn it was sweet. Oh, there was no doubt
that lust played a heavy part of it, but Dick liked Clark. A lot.
Dick's tongue moved in and out of the younger man's mouth, mimicking a
more carnal act he wanted to do with Clark, even as his hips ground against
Clark's thigh, the younger man's erection digging into his hard abdomen. The
older man's hands came up to card through Clark's hair, caressing his scalp
and toying with the longish ends of his hair as he continued to feed from
Clark's lips until at last he had to come up for air.
"Damn, this is getting hard," he muttered out loud, eyes
closing as he took deep breaths to fight the urge to just keep going.
"I... I'd better go before it's too late. Sleep well, Clark," Dick
murmured, backing towards the door before he gave in and tackled the younger
man to the bed.
"Already past getting," Clark whispered, waiting until Dick
left the room before sinking down onto the bed with a huge sigh. "Way
past it." Deciding that a cold shower was definitely in order, he
stripped and walked into the bathroom, trying not to think about Dick and
the fact that he was just across the hall, willing to do more if Clark was.
An hour and a cold shower later Dick lay in bed, his body way too aroused to
sleep. Fuck but he wanted Clark. Kicking the covers off, Dick reached for
his erection and began to pump slowly, imagining it was Clark's mouth or
fist or ass surrounding him instead of his own hand. Licking suddenly dry
lips at the mental image that sprang full blown into his head, Dick's other
hand began to tease his nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger as
his strokes began to pick up in speed. "Clark, God, I want you,"
he groaned hungrily.
"No more, please," Clark laughed; leaning in over his plate to
shield it while Alfred attempted to ply him with another helping of
pancakes. "If I eat any more, I won't be able to move!"
"It means he likes you," Dick grinned, leaning against the
doorjamb as he watched the two men interact. "Al is always trying to
fatten his family up. Even offers to make Bruce and Timmy a sandwich for the
road at night," the older man laughed as he sauntered into the kitchen,
his track pants slung low on his hips and a towel around his shoulders.
"Morning, Al," Dick grinned, laying a kiss on the butler's
cheek before sitting down next to Clark.
"Good morning, Clark," he continued, leaning in to kiss the
younger man hungrily, not caring that Alfred was watching or that Bruce and
Tim had followed him into the kitchen after their morning workout and that
Tim was now making gagging noises in the background. "Sleep well? I'm
afraid I didn't. Had some pretty... exhausting dreams," he confessed
happily. "Oooooh, coffee! Bless you, Alfred Pennyworth!"
"Me either," Clark admitted before taking a quick bite of his
food, trying not to look at Dick's adoptive father and brother, especially
since Timmy appeared a bit too interested in hearing details to torture Dick
with later. "I kept hearing things." The fact that the things he
kept hearing were Dick's groans as he jerked off was something he was not
going to admit.
Dick quickly figured out what Clark had heard and thanked his lucky stars
he'd learned a poker face early in life. Fuck, he'd heard Dick jerking off
which meant he'd probably heard Dick groan his name when he'd come. Great,
so much for no pressure.
Clearing his throat, Dick looked at Bruce. "You mind if I use the
Jag to give Clark a tour of the city? This thing tomorrow night, is it black
tie? If it is, we're gonna have to stop and get Clark something."
"Actually for once it's not. It's a costume party. Madame Bouchard
is expecting you at two so you both can pick out your costumes. And, Clark?
It's already paid for, so don't try to argue," Bruce smiled. Sometimes
it paid to be forceful.
"Better do as he says, Clark. Lemme guess, mine's paid too?" he
asked and watched the slight smirk that meant yes spread across his
mentor/father's face. "Bruce! You and I are gonna have to have a talk
about this," Dick growled. "I have a job and a trust fund - which
you set up, jeez!" he shook his head.
"Are your parents as pushy as my dad, Clark?" he asked, missing
the smile of pleasure that broke out on Bruce's face when he called the
older man his father.
"I'm used to it," Clark answered, not quite agreeing because it
wasn't his parents he was thinking about though they could be pretty
stubborn too. "Does the party have a theme?" Knowing society
parties, it probably did, which meant he might end up dressed like some
Arabic sheik or alien - though in that case he could just come as himself,
now that would be a hoot.
"The Roaring Twenties, I believe," Bruce replied, looking
towards Alfred who nodded. "Barbara is coming as a flapper, Tim is
going to be a college student with a bearskin coat and I'm going to be a
billionaire." Bruce laughed at the groans from his sons.
"Cool! Bugsy Malone with a tommy gun, or maybe Al Capone with his
fedora, what do you think, Clark?" Dick grinned, wolfing down his
"How did I guess?" Bruce groaned, settling down to read the
Gotham Chronicle financial section.
Dick waited until they were out of the kitchen, up the stairs and half
way to their rooms before he couldn't take it anymore. Knowing Tim, he
looked around and ducked into a linen closet, pulling Clark in behind him
and shutting the door so it was pitch black. "God, I'm sorry you lost
sleep over me last night but I'm not sorry you heard me. Clark," he
breathed, pulling the younger man's head down for another hungry kiss,
"you make me crazy."
"The feeling's mutual," Clark rasped, giving in for the moment
and pulling Dick closer to him, their bodies perfectly aligned from knee to
mouth. "And I'm not doing it on purpose. I want you too, Dick, it's
just... I just think it should be more than sex. God, I sound like a girl.
Shoot me now." He sighed, and rested his head against the shorter man's
shoulder. "There's some stuff we need to talk about, but not here,
please?" He lifted his head looked into Dick's eyes even though he knew
the older man couldn't see him in the darkness.
"You don't sound like a girl, Clark," Dick chuckled, "and
believe me you sure as hell don't feel like a girl," he continued,
bumping his rock hard erection against the younger man's. "I'm sorry, I
shouldn't have said or done what I just did. It wasn't fair to you. I'm the
one who promised to take it slow and what do I do? Pull you into a closet
for a make-out session. Damn," Dick sighed, chiding himself on his lack
Feeling for the door, Dick opened it and stepped outside. "And we
can talk in the car, if you want. It's half an hour into Gotham from here,
normal speeds. I'm sorry, Clark, I'll try not to do this again, okay?"
the contrite older man continued, looking anywhere but at Clark. "I...
ummm, I'd better go shower and get dressed if we're going into town." And
make sure it's a cold shower and jerk off to get rid of the pressure. Shit,
I've got a freakin' big top happening in my pants.
"Dick..." When he refused to look at Clark, the teenager sighed
in exasperation and grabbed his arm. "Think about it, Dick. If I hadn't
wanted to be there, do you really think you could have done it? Hello...
Super strength and speed here, remember?"
Dick sighed, "You're right, but I still promised not to pressure you
and what do I do? Maul you in a closet. Give me a few to clean up, Clark,
and get a hold of myself, and then we'll go and you can talk and I'll
Not wanting to argue the point, Clark nodded. "Okay." He walked
down the hallway with Dick, turning one way into his room when the other man
went the other, and tried to block out the sounds of Dick's muffled groans
as he jerked off in the shower.
"You probably figured out that Bruce knows me a little," Clark
began tentatively. They were parked on an overlook, cut off from the highway
by a stand of trees and the access road behind them. "That's because of
my boyfriend... ex-boyfriend. They move in the same circles."
Dick processed the information, looked for common denominators and then
the pieces fell into place. "You were dating Lex Luthor, right? I don't
know whether to say I'm sorry or to thank my lucky stars that he did
something to drive you away," Dick admitted honestly.
"But if you were with him you must have seen the good in him or
brought it out in him. Someone as nice as you could only be a good influence
on the son of Lionel Luthor."
"Yeah." Clark wrapped his arms around his chest and looked out
the window, trying not to fall prey to the guilt and misery that threatened.
"For three years. He was... in the beginning he was amazing. I don't
know if I just didn't see it or it was something that grew, but he
changed... became more like his dad. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't do
anything, he wouldn't stop!" He raised his fist to pound it on the
dashboard, but caught himself before he wrecked the car.
"Nothing was ever enough for him. He wanted to control the town, the
people, everything. He kept joking that it was training for when he
took over the world. At first I didn't believe him but he was serious. We
fought, a lot, that last year, and finally it got to the point where staying
hurt more then leaving would. He - he went nuts that night, threatened me,
my folks, everyone I loved, but I - I couldn't help him hurt people and I
couldn't stand by and watch without trying to stop him."
"Clark," Dick took the younger man's hand in his own and
threaded his fingers through it. "Remember that talk we had the other
night, about not blaming yourself and letting go of the guilt? You were
talking about Lex, weren't you?" At the younger man's nod, Dick sighed.
"Bruce had a really good friend a while back; District Attorney
Harvey Dent. The guy was a great champion for Batman and his cause, and
Harvey was bent on cleaning up Gotham as much as Batman was.
"At the trial of a prominent gangster, the criminal in question took
the stand. Batman had been tipped that he'd try something but he didn't get
there in time. The guy threw acid in Harvey's face. Harvey was permanently
disfigured and went a little crazy - he became Two Face, one of Batman's
"Two Face was the guy who killed my family. We were performing at a
charity event here in Gotham and Harvey came in and held it hostage with a
bomb in order to make Batman appear. Bruce tried to tell Harvey he was
Batman but the screams were too loud. My family and I, we were up on the
high wires at the time. I was the highest up so I went through the roof
access panel and mom, dad and my brother lifted the bomb to me so I could
push it out onto the roof and have it roll into the Gotham river where it
wouldn't hurt anyone.
"I did my part and so did the rest of my family. Trouble was I was
safe, my family was still out on the wires and," Dick took a deep
breath," Harvey saw them and shot at them. The lines broke and there
was no net to catch them when they fell.
"I'm telling you all this is for a couple of reasons. Bruce blamed
himself for Harvey and that ate at him until he couldn't see straight
anymore. I blamed Bruce for my family because I needed someone to
blame. I also hated Harvey with a passion for what he did to me. But
ultimately, it wasn't his fault. He couldn't help what he'd become, Batman
couldn't save everybody, and I had to let go of my hate. Same thing applies,
Clark. You can't save everyone and if Lex is determined to follow in his
father's footsteps you can't stop him.
"But you did the right thing. You tried to help; you couldn't, so
you walked away. Sometimes you gotta do that too, no matter how much it
hurts, because in the end the only person who can help Lex Luthor is Lex
Luthor. It sounds harsh, but it's just the way it is and it doesn't make you
less of a person because you couldn't save him - it makes you more of a
person because you tried to . And in the end, that's what really
When Clark looked back at Dick, his eyes were full of unshed tears, both
for himself and the loss of his first love as well as for the other man and
his past. "Dick, I..." he began, but couldn't continue as a sob
caught in his throat and he practically threw himself into Dick's arms, not
caring that the position was awkward because of their seats in the car.
"It's all right, Clark, let it out," Dick husked, undoing both
their seatbelts and pulling Clark against him as much as he could. Wrapping
his arms around the sobbing man's shoulders, Dick just held him and let him
cry. Poor kid, his first love turning into a megalomaniac with dreams of
world domination like his old man. Had to be hell for Clark on top of all
the personal stuff that he had to be going through with his alien abilities
coming into their own.
Dick wondered if he'd ever had anyone to turn to. From what Clark had
said the Kents hadn't been too crazy about their son's choice in a
significant other, 'hate' was the word Clark had used if he remembered
correctly. And bets were also that Clark hadn't told Lex about his
abilities, especially after things began to go downhill. Shit, it had to
have been rough. "Just let it out Clark, and I'll be there to catch
you. I'm a damn good catcher too, learned from the best - both my dads. I
won't let you fall, I promise."
Clark leaned into Dick's embrace, grateful for the strong arms around him
and the solid chest against his face. After what felt like an hour of
crying, he sniffled and scrubbed at his face with his arm. "God, what a
wuss I am," he muttered. "I've never fallen apart like that
He rubbed at his face again, then sat up without moving out of the circle
of Dick's arms. "I guess I never felt like I could, but with
you..." He looked into the older man's bright blue eyes and managed a
watery smile. "Thanks, again."
"Then it sounds to me like you were due to fall apart. And all that
shit about real men not crying is just that - shit. We're all entitled to
our emotions and we all need to let 'em out. I'm just glad you trusted me
enough to let me be the one who saw it," Dick murmured, staring into
"And just so you know, you're still one of the most handsome men
I've ever met," the older man husked, leaning in closer to lap at the
salty moisture trails on Clark's cheeks before sipping at his lashes.
"And so screwed up that you should run the other way
screaming," Clark murmured. "Not that I want you to." He
raised a hand, stroking the side of Dick's face, feeling the slight rasp of
stubble against his palm. "If either of us is going to scream, I'd
rather have it be for other reasons."
"Whenever you're ready for that, it can be arranged," Dick
husked, brushing his lips across Clark's one more time before sliding back
reluctantly. "So, how about that tour of Gotham? I know the perfect
place to eat lunch, my treat. There are some great perks about being Bruce's
ward/son, lemme tell you!" Dick laughed. "And after lunch -
costumes. Any idea of what you want to be?"
"A bootlegger?" Clark suggested, slowly regaining his composure
and deciding that arguing with Dick about the tab wasn't worth it. "Or
maybe the other side of the law...a G-man, like Elliot Ness. Was he in the
Dick started the car again, and Clark reached over, placing his hand on
top of the other man's. "About the other stuff you said. You'll be the
first to know, promise."
"I think you'd look just swell in a trench coat and a fedora,"
Dick grinned. "I was thinking of going as a movie character - something
that would definitely give Bruce a kick in the pants," the older man
continued with a laugh. "Did you know Bram Stoker wrote Dracula in the
1880's? And that the very first Dracula movie came out in 1927? I think I'd
make a suave blood sucking fiend who turned into a bat to get from place to
place, don't you?" Dick chuckled evilly.
"Blood-sucking... Oh, man you like to live dangerously!" Clark
snickered. "But I like it. I'd offer my neck for you to suck, but I bet
you'd break a fang on it."
"Oh I don't know," Dick replied, reaching over to run a light
finger down the side of Clark's neck, grinning as he felt the telltale
shimmy the other man couldn't prevent. "It looks and feels like a
highly nibbleable neck to me!"
The next night, Dick made sure that the fang caps he'd added to his
incisors would stay in place and then applied some gore to the corner of his
mouth. His skin was a translucent white and his eyes were an eerie red
thanks to contact lenses. The costume was less Lon Chaney and more Gary
Oldman but Dick was going for the character, not the movie itself. All in
all he thought he looked fantastic.
Deciding to spy on Clark, Dick walked silently across the hall and opened
the well-oiled door a crack. Letting out a low wolf whistle, the older man
let the door swing wide open. "Mmmm, you look delish! Now I really vant
to nibble on your neck - bwahahaha!" he hammed.
Clark took one look in the mirror and burst out laughing. "Where's
my garlic? Where's my cross? Help me!" He turned and flipped the collar
of his trench coat down and tilted his head to the side. "Aw, who am I
kidding, come and get me you brute."
Dick laughed. "My gore is still wet, wouldn't want to get blood on
your neck and turn you into a ghoulish Elliot Ness now would I?"
Offering an arm to the younger man, he smiled and showed off his fangs
rather nicely. "Shall we adjourn to the family room and await the rest
of the Wayne brood?" Dick asked, deliberately including Clark in his
description of the Wayne family and wondering if the younger man would catch
"Tease," Clark muttered, flipping his collar back up and
tilting his fedora down over one eyebrow. All in all, he thought he looked
more like Rick from Casablanca then the FBI agent, but the over-all effect
"And are a bunch of bats called a brood?" he asked, stepping
closer and running a finger down the center of Dick's starched white shirt.
As they walked toward the family room, Clark wondered what his folks would
think of Dick. He'd bet money they'd like him and that thought gave him a
warm feeling inside because he felt the same way.
"Actually a group of bats is called a colony. A group of Wayne's are
called a family and a smart-assed son is called dead meat," Bruce
replied before Dick could answer, appraising their costumes. "Dracula,
hunh? Only you Richard! You look quite suave, Clark. Now all we need is Tim,
Cassandra, and Barbara and we're ready for the family picture."
As Bruce spoke the elevator dinged and a smiling redheaded woman dressed
as a flapper wheeled into view with a young man in a faux bearskin coat hot
on her wheels. "Barbara! I see Tim found you," Bruce grinned,
bending over to kiss the young woman on the cheek.
"You betcha sugar daddy! Oh, Cassie sends her apologies. Something
minor came up in town and she decided it better if she stayed on patrol and
let Batman, Robin and Nightwing share a family night. Speaking of,"
Barbara wheeled her way over to Clark.
"You have got to be the kid from Hooterville," Babs said ever
so sweetly, shooting a mischievous glance at Dick. "No wonder he took
you home with him. I'm Barbara Gordon. Or Babs. Or Oracle. It's nice to meet
the man behind the voice, Clark Kent."
Hooterville? Clark shot a side-long glance at Dick, his eyebrows
raised. That was worse then Kansas! Bowing gallantly, he raised her hand to
his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "It's a pleasure to meet
you, Miss Gordon. I hope you're going to give me that dance tonight?"
"Hey, I only called him that once and I didn't know who he was
then," Dick groaned in mock despair. "Cut me some slack here, Babs!"
Tim burst into raucous laughter at the look of utter dismay on Dick's face
while Bruce clamped a commiserating hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"This is why I always use terms like perpetrator and victim. Alfred
did the same thing to me once in the company of a 'very nice pair of legs'.
It was less than pleasant."
"I believe the exact term was 'good
looking skirt' sir," Alfred corrected Bruce in formal terms, an effect
ruined by the twinkling in his eyes. "Now if you would all stand in
front of the fireplace? You too, Master Clark. Perhaps between Master Bruce
and Master Dick? Young Master Timothy, if you would be so kind to stand next
to Miss Barbara? Ahhh perfect."
"Set the timer and get in here, old man," Bruce called out
fondly, indicating the vacant spot on Barbara's other side. "When I
said family, I meant family," Bruce grinned, placing one hand on
Clark's shoulder as he did so.
"I can take the picture if you want..." Bruce's hand on his
shoulder was an implacable goad, one Clark couldn't resist, and he moved
into position, only to feel Dick's hand close over his and squeeze,
reinforcing the words. This was acceptance. He'd had it, and love, from his
parents, but this... This family, who had secrets of their own, had taken
him in with no reservations and made him welcome. Clark felt a warm glow in
his chest, and tightened his fingers around Dick's, sneaking a glance at him
as he did so. "Three, two, one..." Alfred counted down the seconds
until the picture, and, just before the flash strobed, Clark turned a
blinding grin toward the lens, feeling like he'd finally begun to come to
grips with the past so he could leave it behind him and look to the future.
Dick felt something warm blossom inside his chest as Bruce included Clark
in the picture. It was as if the older man knew that Clark had the
potential, more than potential really, of becoming a permanent fixture in
Dick's and therefore the Wayne family's, life. Returning the pressure of
Clark's hand Dick felt his grin widen as the flash went off.
"Alfred, could you get Barbara and Clark something to drink? Tim,
Dick, if I could speak to you for a moment or two about possible contingency
plans?" Bruce asked kindly after the picture had been taken.
Following Bruce out, he and Tim exchanged glances. They already knew what
the contingency plans were. They were pretty standard now that there was
Batman, Robin and Nightwing. In a case like this, Tim would plead
homework or curfew and Bruce would receive a business call from overseas
while Dick played host, or Dick would plead the need to get home and would
become Batman for a night. So what, the two younger men wondered, was up?
"I needed to speak to you, Dick, more than Tim, but Tim, I wanted
you to be aware as well. Alfred double-checked the guest list and the rsvp's
for me. Lex Luthor is going to be here tonight. Tim, Lex and Clark have ...
an unfortunate history. There may be trouble. I just wanted you both
Dick growled low in his throat, his red tinted eyes looking even more
demonic than before. "If he tries to get to Clark I'm gonna rip him a
new hole, Bruce!" the younger man swore. "After what Clark told me
yesterday... the bastard better stay away from him, that's all I can
Tim's eye's widened slightly. He'd seen Dick in protective mode. God knew
just how nuts his older 'sibling' got whenever the Joker decided to remind
them all of his existence or when anyone went after Babs, him, or Bruce, but
this... Man, Dick was practically rabid and from what Tim understood, Clark
had some pretty far out there abilities and could basically wipe the floor
with all three of them without breaking a sweat. Damn, Dick had it bad for
the farm boy from Kansas, and he'd only just met him too!
"Keep a cool head, Richard. If Lex is anything like his father,
he'll use your temper against you and come out smelling like a rose. Tim,
Barbara, Alfred, and I will attempt to keep him away from the two of you,
but you need to be prepared for likelihood that it won't work. Beat him at
his own game, Dick, show Clark just how much of a better man you are to
him," Bruce advised sagely. "Now shall we rejoin the family? Dick,
you and Clark can avoid the 'family' entrance if you wish. Take the back
stairs if you want."
"Thanks, Bruce," Dick managed a smile as he clasped the older
man's hand before heading back into the family room. "C'mon Clark,
we'll keep Babs company and let Tim and Bruce make the 'grand'
entrance," Dick chuckled standing next to the younger man that he
planned on having as his lover very soon. "After all, I still need to
have words with Miss Gordon about how to be discreet!"
Several hours later, the party was in full swing with guests
crowding the main floor of the Wayne estate and spilling out onto the
balcony and into the gardens, all dressed in their versions of twenties
wear. Clark had given Barbara her dance, and another one for good measure
because he found that he really enjoyed her company. Dancing with Dick was
out of the question right now, but maybe when the crowd thinned some, he do
just that, and more after. Sipping on his glass of soda, he laughed at
Dick's comment on one of the more gaudily dressed guests and leaned a little
closer into the shorter man's space, wishing it was later so they could be
alone. A flicker of movement at the French doors heralded someone else's
presence on the balcony, and he looked back over his shoulder to see who it
was, only to go pale beneath his tan as Lex Luthor, dressed in a black,
pin-striped zoot suit over a pale lavender shirt, walked out, smiling in the
way that used to warm Clark's heart, now cut it to the quick.
Dick noticed the subtle shift in Clark's body language and looked behind
him without seeming to shift his attention away from Clark. At the same time
his watch beeped with the bat version of 911. So Luthor had spotted Clark
had he? Too fucking bad. Grinning ferally, Dick decided that he was going to
shock the hell out of Gotham's high society, Luthor, Clark, and everyone but
his family basically.
Ignoring Luthor's approach entirely, Dick brought Clark's hand up to his
lips and presented him with a courtly bow. "Mr. Ness, would you do me
the undeniable pleasure of dancing with me?" he asked in his best
'Count Dracula' accent. Not giving Clark time to react he tugged the younger
man forward and around Lex, right into the center of the dance floor where
the torch singer they'd hired began to sing 'Someone To Watch Over Me'. It
couldn't have been more perfect if Dick had planned it.
Tugging one of Clark's hands into his, the other went around the taller
man's waist as he pulled them hip to groin and took the lead in the dance.
"Clark," he husked, trying to draw the younger man back.
"Ignore him, he's not important. Concentrate on me." Dick's voice
lowered until only someone with Clark's abilities could hear him.
"Concentrate on how I'm going to make love to you when you're ready
for it. It won't be sex, Clark. It'll be love. You've just suddenly appeared
in my heart, you know? One day I was happily single, going where my libido
and my, excuse the pun, dick led me but now... all I think about is you. All
I want is you.
"It's going to be so good, Clark. I'm going to take my time. I'm
going to make sure every inch of your gorgeous body is singing with
pleasure. I'm going to use fingers and lips and tongue and teeth and then
I'm going to make you quake. Just you wait, Clark Kent from Smallville,
Kansas. I'm going to love you so good you won't know what hit you!"
The tremors that had over-taken Clark's body at the sight of Lex slowly
quieted out on the dance floor, something for which he knew Dick was
responsible. At first he was conscious only of his ex-boyfriend's laser
bright stare on his back, and moved stiffly, but, given time and Dick's low,
crooning words, he fell into the rhythm and was able to concentrate on what
his partner was saying, not just the tone.
Of course that made him trip over his feet, especially with Dick talking
about what he was going to do when they finally ended up in bed together. He
was on the verge of suggesting they go there right now, but held back. He'd
run from Lex once, when he left Smallville, he wasn't going to do it ever
"God, I want to know, Dick," he rasped, curling his fingers
inside the stand up collar of the older man's cape and trailing them across
the back of his neck. "It's freaky, but it feels so right with you, so
good. Better than... the best I've felt with anyone."
They made a circuit of the dance floor and Clark felt strong enough to
return Lex's stare with one of his own, and, amazingly, felt nothing but
pity for the man. "I want to go to that place. The place where the only
thing that exists for either of us is each other."
"I don't know about you, but I'm already there, babe," Dick
grinned and then dipped the younger man dramatically, laughing at Clark's
expression. "I may be shorter than you, Kansas, and I may be less
formidable, but I call still dip with the best of 'em. Hell, it figures all
of Bruce's pain in the ass etiquette and dancing lessons would pay off
The song ended and Dick saw Lex heading towards them again, the younger
Luthor's eyes black and his jaw set. He was sending off possessive vibes
that shouted 'Clark is my property'. Well fuck him; Clark belonged to no one
but himself and if he wanted to get into it... Dick's chin came up
stubbornly and even though the mask wasn't in place, Lex found himself
staring into Nightwing's face, not Richard Grayson's. It actually made the
other man take a step back. Dick smiled ferally. Good.
"Clark, Dick, are you two enjoying yourselves?" Bruce asked
coming up to lay a restraining hand on his son's shoulder. "Clark I'd
like you to meet someone. Commissioner Gordon, meet Clark Kent. Clark this
is Barbara's father, Gotham's commissioner of police. Dick, could I have a
word with you?"
Squeezing Clark's hand, Dick reluctantly followed Bruce a short distance
away, his eyes never leaving Luthor. "Yes, Bruce?"
"I thought you were going to play it cool?"
"Do you see him a broken, bleeding mass of flesh on the floor? I
think I'm being very cool. However, if he lays a finger on Clark, the gloves
"No, Bruce. That son of a bitch hurt Clark. Badly. I am not
gonna give him a second shot at the guy I... I... crap, the guy I'm falling
for, Bruce. Hard."
Knowing Lex was hovering at the edge of his conversation with the police
commissioner, Clark's contributionswere somewhat strained, but he maintained
it well enough. Once their talk reached a decent breaking point, he smiled
and excused himself, turning to face his former lover.
"Clark. I never expected to see you here." 'Without me,' was
unsaid but obvious.
"Things change, Lex. You did, so why shouldn't I? There's a world
outside of Smallville, one I want to see."
Lex moved a step closer, invading Clark's personal space, but he refused
to budge. "I'd have been glad to take you anywhere you wanted to
go." For a moment, real pain showed in the Luthor heir's eyes.
"The world you want me to see isn't the one I want to live in,"
Clark said quietly. "It's one I can't live in if I want to stay
"Clark, you don't understand. What I want will be for the good of
"So you've told me and told me. I - it's not my future, Lex."
Lex's eyes narrowed, and he scowled when he saw Dick walking toward them.
"I'd watch out for him, Clark. The freak doesn't fall far from the
"Well then we should get along just fine."
"Lex, what a surprise," Dick said brightly, a wide and very
insincere smile spread across his features, as he came to stand next to
Clark, Bruce coming to flank Clark on the other side. "And here I'd
heard you were locked away planning to take over the world or at least
Metropolis. I guess I'd heard wrong."
"I've been out of the country," Lex replied blandly. "I
came back to resolve some local issues."
He smirked and looked Clark in the eye. "You know where I am if you
wise up, Clark."
Clark could feel Dick tense up at his side and put a restraining hand on
his arm. "It's not worth it. You let him bait you and he owns
you." He spoke from experience in that regard.
"Supercilious bastard," Dick snarled quietly before turning to
"I'm sorry, babe, I should have been faster. Last thing I wanted was
him anywhere near you," Dick murmured, bringing Clark's hand up to his
lips. "I've got damn thick skin, he can't hurt me. But you, your heart
is so soft, Clark, it's one of the most beautiful things about you,"
Dick continued with a gentle smile.
"What say we leave the roaring twenties to the old fogies and do
something else? Wanna go skinny dipping with me in the pool?" Dick
"That depends if any of the old fogies are going to be able to spy
on us if we do." Clark gave his best attempt at a smile and twisted his
hand so that he could rub his thumb over Dick's lips.
"Don't apologize for what happened, okay? It - I almost needed to
talk to him, to show me that it's really over and nothing I did or do will
change it." He looked down, then into Dick's eyes. "And yeah, it
hurts, but now it's behind me and I can see where I want to go and who I
want to go with."
"Dare I ask who that might be?" the shorter man husked, his red
eyes crinkling at the corners. "C'mon, lets get out of here. I want to
get these damned things out! Although they do wonders for Lex's complexion -
actually make him look like a living, breathing human instead of a
corpse," Dick crowed evilly.
"Bruce, we're leaving. Have fun. Babs, I owe you a dance next
shindig, okay? Tim, stay out of the champagne this time. I'm gonna be too
busy to cover for you. G'night all," Dick grinned, cocking his head to
one side and offering his crooked arm to Clark playfully. "Goin' my
Clark almost groaned at Dick's horrid acting, but instead burst into
laughter and slid his arm through the crook of the older man's elbow.
"Watch it there, mister, or I'll just pick you up and carry you out of
"Can I swoon if you do?" Dick laughed, not even noticing when
they walked right by a glaring Lex Luthor. "I've been told I do one
helluva swan dive"
"Anyone ever tell you that you're too weird for words?" Clark
laughed, deciding that he really didn't care what Gotham City thought if
Dick didn't. Not even straining, he scooped up his tux clad Dracula and
carried him out of the ballroom ala Scarlett O'Hara.
"Okay," he snickered, once they were away from the party.
"Which way am I going?"
It took Dick a few minutes to stop laughing like a loon before he could
answer, although during that time he really had a fantastic view of Clark's
ass. "Family wing. We need to change. My room is closest, that's if you
want," he finished somewhat hastily.
"Closest works for me." Clark decided not to mention that since
his guest room was right across the hall, Dick's room was maybe all of two
steps closer. "I hope you can get those teeth off, I'd hate to be
making an emergency visit to the dentist tonight."
Rolling his eyes, Dick didn't say a word, just reached up and plucked one
off. "Polident. If it works for dentures, it works for parties
too," he grinned as he was finally set down in front of his bedroom
door. Reaching up again he pulled off the remaining fang and shoved them in
his pants pocket even as he reached for the door handle.
Letting Clark go in first, Dick headed straight for the ensuite bathroom.
First things first, the red contacts. He wanted to see Clark tonight, not
just a vague red haze. "Make yourself at home, my home is your home.
Here or in Bludhaven, it doesn't matter - same rule applies."
"I'm beginning to think anywhere you are is home," Clark
murmured so quietly that there was no way Dick could hear him. Taking off
his hat, he set it on the bed, then shrugged out of his trench coat, and the
suit coat beneath it. The suspenders went next, pulled off his shoulders to
hang down around his waist, and, as he walked toward the bathroom, he
loosened his tie and the button on the shirt collar with one hand.
"Doing okay in there or are you expiring from lack of blood?"
Dick reached out and pushed the door open with a foot, allowing Clark to
see that he was shirtless now, his tux pants unbuttoned and unzipped enough
to reveal a dark patch of hair, proving he'd gone commando. "Just
getting the make-up off. I don't know how the clowns and roustabouts did it
day in and day out - all that grease paint. Too weird. Gimme a high wire or
a trapeze any day," Dick grinned, looking at the younger man through
Pausing, the face cloth half way to his face, Dick continued to watch
Clark through darkening eyes. "Can I just say how good you look,
standing there like that? Like... like you've just come in from class and
I've just come off a shift at the precinct and we're getting ready for bed,
you know? Like we live together."
Stunned by just how much he wanted that image to be a reality, Clark
stepped closer, reaching out to take the cloth from Dick's hand, moving
behind him to begin gently cleaning the pale makeup from his face. "It
sounds good to me," he whispered, closing his eyes and letting his
senses guide him as he continued to wash Dick's face.
"I've got a month before I have to be back, we could always see how
it goes." Part of him was shocked at suggesting this, the other part
was yelling at him to lean around Dick and kiss him - so he did just that.
"Sounds like one helluva plan to me. Who knows, maybe Metropolis
needs a caped crusader to clean up its streets - or a Nightwing at
least," Dick offered quietly, hardly daring to believe that he had said
But if things worked out... well Bludhaven had taken care of itself
before Nightwing had come to town and he was sure that it would again.
Besides, it had the Black Canary looking out for it too. And if Clark had to
go to Metropolis, well Dick figured it was as good a place as any to live -
as long as it was something that the younger man could live with.
"They need some kind of hero," Clark answered quietly.
"Who knows, maybe Nightwing will have a partner one day who can help
him right the wrongs of society. But right now," he continued, dropping
the facecloth on the sink, and running his hands down Dick's chest,
"I'd much rather think about the man behind the mask."
Turning so that he was pressed against Clark's hard body, Dick's hands
reached up and threaded their way through silky soft hair.
"Clark," he breathed softly, tugging the younger man's head down
for a hungry kiss. "God, I need you," Dick admitted before
his lips claimed the taller man's, devouring Clark's mouth passionately.
Having heard the tacit permission in what Clark had said, Dick now found
the freedom to explore his soon to be lover's body. Hands roamed over hard
planes and sharp angles, searching out and finding erogenous zones on the
younger man's body. Fingers tweaked and pulled on Clark's nipples and still
his mouth feasted. Finally both hands slid beneath the waistband of Clark's
pants and under the younger man's boxers to cup and mound his taut ass, as
Dick reveled in the sounds coming from Clark's throat.
"Dick, GGod, Dick," Clark moaned, rocking forward against the
older man's body. The only thing separating them was the fabric of their
trousers, Clark's shirt having somehow become a casualty of his strength to
lie on the floor in tatters.
"Want you - please - want to feel you in me. So good, so right.
Found me, made me whole - Dick!" Clark's hands were moving as much as
possible, gliding over Dick's back and threading through his hair to cup his
face and bring him up for another kiss. "Bed..."
"Anyone told you lately that you are a very wise man?"
Dick half chuckled, half groaned as he bumped himself against Clark's body,
herding him towards the bedroom and Dick's massive bed. Don't worry, Clark,
I won't stop until you're screaming my name, until you can think of nothing
else, hear and see nothing else, feel nothing else but me inside you,"
the crime fighter murmured in dark promise.
Pushing the taller man to the bed, Dick decided to be a little sexy and
bent to undo Clark's pants with his teeth. Spreading the pants open and
tugging them down, he continued to mouth the other man's engorged cock
through the thin cotton of Clark's boxers even as he stripped the dress
pants completely off of him. Shorts were next, Clark's erection springing up
and catching Dick on the chin as he slid them down. Laughing, the older man
placed a kiss on the tip of Clark's cock before tugging the boxers off
completely and standing to hastily strip himself of his own pants.
Crawling up Clark's body so that he was straddling the younger man's
waist, his arms braced on either side of his head, Dick lowered his head
until their lips were barely brushing. "You're sure you want this,
right?" he whispered, giving Clark the chance to change his mind if he
really wasn't ready.
Clark stared up at Dick, his eyes wide and his expression frantic.
"If I don't have you in me in the next minute, I won't be responsible
for what this room, or the house, look like," he growled, tangling his
hands in Dick's hair and yanking him down, closing the millimeters between
their mouths and grinding his body up into his soon-to-be lover.
Dick hid his grin, not wanting to cause the super-powered teen to start
damaging the house or his hide. "And if it takes longer than a
minute?" Dick purred, lapping at Clark's lips before rolling off the
younger man. Coming up next to the night table, Dick opened a drawer and
pulled out the condoms and lube that he kept stashed there, just in case.
The low growl that emanated from behind him was the only warning Dick had
before he was tackled and wrestled to the bed. "Okay, now I'm
confused," Dick laughed as he stared up into the horny teen's face.
"I thought you wanted me to fuck you, but hey, if you wanna do it the
other way I'm game for that too. Just make up your mind so I can lube or be
lubed," the older man winked.
Grabbing the condoms, Clark threw them against the far wall, not caring
that the force of his throw cracked the paneling. "Don't need those, I
can't catch anything, never even been sick," he rasped, looming in over
Dick and darting his head down to bite at his nipples.
Flipping them both back, making the bed bounce off the floor, he held
Dick suspended in mid air with his hands on the older man's shoulders and
his legs around his hips. "I want you in me, Dick, please." He
released his grip at that and lowered Dick to rest on top of him. "I
need you in me."
"Anyone ever tell you that you're a pushy bottom?" Dick
laughed, hugging the younger man and placing a kiss on the cleft in his
chin. "A pushy, super-powered bottom. My life is definitely gonna get
interesting, especially my sex life!"
Dick sobered momentarily. "I didn't know if you could get something
but I didn't want to take the chance, Clark. You mean too much to me,"
the older man informed his lover. "And I don't give a shit about
super-powered immunity yadda yadda. I refuse to take that sort of a chance
with you, but since you're sure..." Opening up the lube he squirted a
liberal glob into the palm of his hand and warmed it to skin temperature.
Swirling a finger in it, the older man looked down at the gorgeous man
beneath him. "Open your legs, Clark, let me in," he purred.
Powerful thighs spread wide, and Clark pushed up onto his elbows to watch
Dick prepare him. "You expect me to believe that you're ever anything
but careful with your partners?" he asked in between panting breaths.
"Which means that even if we needed it, we wouldn't."
A single finger pressed into him, and Clark let his head fall back as his
hips canted upward, seeking more. "A-and as for the pushy bottom, yeah
I've been told that." He sobered momentarily, remembering just when and
how that had come up, but then returned to the present and smiled at Dick.
"You have a problem with it?"
Dick's electric blue eyes snapped with merriment. "Hell no, I've got
nothing but the highest praise for such... enthusiasm," he grinned,
taking note of Clark's reaction and filing it away for future reference. So,
Luthor was a loudmouthed insensitive jackass, was he? Dick was hardly
surprised. But he was damned if he was gonna ruin tonight with thoughts - or
reminders - of that boorish lout. "It means that I'm doing one heck of
a job making you scream," Dick continued, teasing his lover as he added
a second finger in to scissor and stretch Clark wider.
Using the remaining lube, Dick slicked up his cock and moved in behind
his fingers, the tip of it bumping against both them and Clark's filled
opening. Thrusting in time with his fingers, Dick continued to tease his
lover, watching Clark writhe underneath him. "You're beautiful,
Clark," he purred, "so sensual, a wet dream come to life. I adore
the way you twist and writhe under me, begging without words to be filled.
You're a lush, erotic fantasy and you're all mine."
Teased beyond all limits of his comprehension by Dick's voice and the
subtle pressure of his cock against his ass, Clark gave in and screamed.
"If you think so, fuck me already!"
"Whatever you say, Clark," Dick purred, a primitive part of him
hoping that Lex was still at the party and had heard every sweet scream out
of the younger man's throat. Dick removed his fingers and sliding his cock
into Clark in a move so swift it would have been impossible for anyone but
someone like Clark to feel. "Is this what you had in mind,
sweetheart?" Dick continued, slamming into Clark, over and over again,
taking him fast and hard and hot.
Wrapping his arms around Clark's outspread legs, Dick lifted them so that
the heels rested on his shoulders and his hands were holding them in a
steady vise grip. Using that leverage, Dick began to power into Clark,
feeling and hearing the front of his thighs slap against the younger man's,
reveling in the noises escaping Clark's throat and the moist sounds of their
"Yes, Dick, there..." Clark bucked and twisted beneath the
other man's solid body, somehow remembering not to use more than human
strength even though he wanted to pull Dick further into him, so close that
they'd never part again.
He reached out and grasped Dick's forearms, feeling the chorded muscle
that came from years of training and hard use, and he moaned, back flexing
off the bed again, when Dick thrust even faster, each stroke raking over his
prostate and making his ass clench around the thick shaft filling him.
"Moan for me, Clark. You sound so sexy, you feel so sweet,"
Dick purred as he continued to thrust in and out the tight channel clenching
at his cock. "Oh God, so beautiful!" the older man moaned, shoving
Clark's legs around and back behind him so he could lean in and claim the
younger man's succulent lips, ravaging them with his hunger. "God,
Clark, I want to eat you alive!"
"So do it," Clark hissed, baring his neck, wishing more than
anything that his skin could bruise so he'd bear the marks of it in the
morning. "Gorge yourself, let me feel how much you like it."
He curved his spine so that he could reach around Dick, his hands
covering the other man's ass, pulling him deeper, closer. "I only want
to feel you."
"Fuck, babe, you are incredible!" Dick groaned, one hand
carding through Clark's hair and pulling his head as far back as possible so
that he could nibble and suck on the taut skin even though he couldn't leave
a mark. His other hand pinched hard on Clark's nipple, twisting and pulling
at the same time so that it extended from the younger man's chest as far as
he could make it go.
"That's it, Clark," he moaned slamming his hips faster and
faster, "c'mon babe, moan for me. Let me hear it, let the whole fucking
house hear it!"
Digging his fingers into Dick's ass, Clark whined, the high-pitched sound
breaking into desperate moans as he was taken beyond himself. Desperate for
release, he moaned again, somehow managing to put the words together to ask
for what he wanted. "Touch... me..."
Smiling, Dick let go of Clark's head and slid that hand between their two
bodies, wrapping his hand tightly around Clark's nearly purple cock. Pulling
it in time with the thrusts of his hips, Dick plied Clark with as much
pleasure as he could. Dipping his head, the older man took Clark's nipple in
his mouth and began to suck as hard as he could on the taut nubbin of flesh.
The variety of sounds that Clark's vocabulary had degenerated to had
little in common with any known language, and he screamed again, his cock
spasming and his ass clamping down tightly on Dick's erection before he
came, sending hot jets of semen over his stomach and Dicks hand. Still
coming, he arched his hips to draw Dick deeper, pushing them both off the
Slamming into the younger man again and again, reveling in the sounds
being emitted from Clark's throat, Dick's own shout of completion echoed
throughout the bedroom as he came, his body becoming ramrod straight as
minute tremors raced through his smaller frame. "God, Clark!"
When the last shudders died away, Dick didn't even have the strength to
roll away and instead collapsed on top of the handsome man beneath him.
"Fuck, I think you just wrecked me for anyone else. Ever."
"And that would be a problem, why?" Clark breathed from his
position with his face right next to Dick's ear. "I kind of like that
idea myself. You and I - exclusive."
He ran one hand over Dick's sweaty back, shifting just enough to let his
legs slide to the bed, but keeping them tangled with Dick's. "Think you
did the same for me. I know if I was anyone else, I'd be too hoarse to talk
"No problem with that at all," Dick chuckled softly.
"Consider yourself claimed for life, Mr. Kent," the older man
continued. "And I damn well better have wrecked you too, otherwise my
fragile human ego might get a little bruised," he teased.
"Spend the night with me? All night? Just sleeping in each others'
arms and maybe wrecking each other all over again in the morning?" Dick
asked, long moments later. "Actually, spend every night with me? For
the next month anyway and then maybe, if you want to and you think they'd be
able to, maybe I could meet your parents when you go back to Smallville? You
could show me around?"
"Yes." Clark didn't differentiate which of the questions the
answer was for asit encompassed them all. He continued stroking Dick's back,
a peaceful smile curving his lips. "Tonight, tomorrow, every night we
can manage it. As for my folks, if we could, I'd take you to meet them
"Mom will love you. Dad... he'll like you, but he's still not
totally at ease with the whole male-male thing. It's hard enough being the
father of a super-powered alien without him being gay, but he's handled
it." A lot better than Lex's dad did, he almost said, but caught
himself in time. "Just hope you don't mind getting up with the chickens
to feed them!" The last was said with a small laugh at thinking of how
Dick looked in the morning and what he'd do if faced with chores.
Dick groaned in mock dismay. "But I'm used to going to bed
just when the chickens are getting up, Clark," he whined playfully.
"And what if they peck me? Do I get to wring their necks or fricassee
them by any chance?" Dick teased.
"And, well, I know you don't like it when I offer but, well, Bruce
wouldn't mind if we took his private jet to Kansas to visit. That's if you
want to. We could go for the day, they could see you're okay, you could
introduce me and we can have it drop us off at Bludhaven on the way back
since Bruce would have to give us a ride back anyway?"
The chance to see his parents and have them meet Dick. Ordinarily, the
offer of the jet would have made Clark uncomfortable, but, since
super-speeding home with Dick on his back wasn't really an option, it would
work. "If you wring their necks without being told to, Mom will wring
yours!" he laughed before nibbling Dick's lower lip.
"That sounds good, all of it. I know they'll feel better about where
I am once they've met you, even if you are a city boy."
"Hey I'm worse than a city boy. I'm a former circus brat turned
ultra-rich city boy! Are you sure you want to take me home?" Dick
laughed. "But I promise that I clean up nice and Bruce made sure I had
impeccable manners. Scouts honor," Dick vowed, holding up his fingers
in the traditional salute.
Rolling off of his lover, ignoring Clark's groan and fighting one of his
own, Dick reached for the house phone and called downstairs. "Bruce? Oh
God, they did? He did? Oh good," Dick's smile was positively
lethal for a moment. "And then he stormed out hunh? Cryin' shame that.
Anyhow I'd apologize but I really can't because it was... World changing.
That's not what I called about though; can we borrow the jet tomorrow? Clark
wants to introduce me to his parents. Hey, no laughing, I'm serious! I am
not that bad! Well can we? Thanks Bruce... oh hey, I never thought of that.
Mile high club, hunh? Great idea. Night Bruce!"
Dick laughed, hanging up the phone. "The jet will be fuelled and
ready for take off for whenever we get to Gotham airport," he smirked,
pulling Clark into his arms again.
The fact that Dick was right next to him meant that Clark couldn't help
but overhear the conversation, and he groaned, looking somewhat frantic.
"Are you telling me that Gotham society just heard me screaming in
pleasure because of what you were doing to me?" he asked. And if Gotham
society heard, Lex had too. Oh shit.
"Yup," Dick's smile, if anything, only got bigger.
"Actually not all of Gotham society - just half of it. And Gossip
Gertie. Which means that all of Gotham and everywhere that reads the Gotham
Chronicle will know about it by tomorrow... Oh shit, you're not upset are
you, Clark? I can have Bruce squash the story but... I really like everyone
knowing you're off the market and you're mine. Call me a Neanderthal but I'm
afraid it does."
"No, not upset, though I'm glad my folks are far out of the
circulation range since I would much rather tell them about you and
introduce you myself then to have them read about us in the gossip column.
"I just..." He sighed, and turned toward Dick. "I know
your family is pretty good at taking care of themselves, but Lex heard,
didn't he?" A nod, and he continued. "He doesn't forget or forgive
and I know your family has enough enemies to worry about without adding
"Clark," Dick chided gently. "Believe me I am not
going to worry about Luthor or his petty little grudges. Believe me he's not
a concern. Besides growing up the way I did, both with the circus and with
Bruce, I grew a hide almost as tough as yours. He can't touch me, Clark, and
if he tries, well, you're family now so you've got a whole colony of
'bats' and bat friends to stand beside, behind and in front of. Lex doesn't
have a clue of just who he's messing with if he does in fact try
You don't know Lex, Clark thought, though he didn't voice the
protest. "Sorry. I worry, probably too much. I think it's genetic,
maybe I come from a planet full of paranoid Woody Allen types, only
bigger." He grinned a bit at the last.
"Well at least you're from a planet of cute paranoid Woody
Allen types. If you'd looked or sounded like him," Dick shuddered
melodramatically, "I don't think so!" Tipping Clark's head up for
a long, thorough, leisurely kiss, the older man finally released his lips
with a happy sigh.
"Tonight was... one of the best of my life, no word of a lie, Clark.
You're sweet, sexy, delicious, hot, amazing," Dick continued,
punctuating each word with a kiss to whatever part of his lover's face he
could reach. "And I have a feeling I'm going to fall hard and fast for
you, Mr. Kent. In fact, I think I already have."
Clark skimmed his fingers up Dick's back and ran them through his hair,
loving the feeling of touching and being touched in return. "Well,
considering what we've been discussing, I would hope so." He paused,
and pressed his lips together, taking a deep breath. "Remember what I
said before - about sex just not being enough for me? That it had to be
something more? Well, with you it is. I - it's crazy I know, but I love you,
Dick. I wouldn't be here otherwise."
Dick's face lit in shy pleasure. He'd heard it before, had nearly been
married before, but hearing those words from others had never had the same
impact that they did coming from Clark. There was just something so
incredibly honest and forthright about the younger man that Dick couldn't
help but to be moved by the quiet intensity of those words.
"You... I was willing to stand in a church before God and all my
family and friends, normal and super-normal, human and alien to exchange
vows with a woman. With you I want to stand before the world and give you
the same pledge, Clark. 'Til death us do part. I've never felt anything so
profound in my life. What you do to me... the way I feel... the almost
cellular connection I felt with you from the first, as if I'd been asleep,
dormant, until you were meant to come into my life," Dick husked.
"I don't know if its love, I don't know if such a small word as love
can encompass everything I feel. I just know that this is where I belong,
next to you, for eternity if I can arrange it."
"That sounds perfect to me." Clark lifted his head to press a
tender kiss to Dick's lips his eyes alight with happiness. "Mind if I
ask you a question though?" It seemed that it wasn't a problem, so he
continued. "You said you almost got married. What happened?"
Dick chuckled wryly. Enough time had gone by that Kori was a memory,
nothing more, to him. "Her name was Kory Anders here on Earth but she
was actually born Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran. It was a planet that
orbited the star called Vega in the Libran Constellation. It actually took
us a while to get together. I didn't want to get involved with a
teammate," Dick chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I should have
followed my own advice.
"We were dating when we were all kidnapped and taken to Tamaran.
Kori was forced to marry a fellow Tamaranian in order to preserve the peace
on her planet, Christ that hurt - I walked away because I couldn't handle
the hurt. Then Karras died and Kori came back.
"We eventually tried it again and got as far as the alter when a
former teammate, Raven, who was possessed by her demonic father blew up the
priest and confessed her own feelings, kissed Kori and impregnated
her with a Trigon seed - major bad demonic magic. Kori went a little crazy,
got better, broke up with me, left Earth and got married again for political
reasons. The last I heard about her she and other survivors of Tamaran were
looking for a new homeworld somewhere out there. That's basically the whole
sordid event in a nutshell. I think I'll take a farm boy from Kansas any
day," Dick finished with a lopsided grin.
"Much cuter, a lot less baggage and only creeps like Luthor to deal
with - a walk in the park," Dick boasted. "Now go to sleep, babe,
I want enough time in the morning to love you into the mattress again before
we fly home to meet your parents." Tilting Clark's head up, Dick kissed
the younger man's lips almost reverently. "I...love you too, Clark
"I'm sorry." Seeing Dick's confusion, Clark hurried to explain.
"Not that you love me or that I love you, or even that things didn't
work out with Kori because then you'd be married and, well, not mine. Just
that you've had so much happen to you... I guess it's true about them saying
adversity makes you strong, 'cause you've been through a lot."
Sighing, and trying to follow Dick's suggestion about going to sleep,
Clark relaxed back against the pillow, smiling as he let his eyelids droop.
"And considering I get up first, we'll see who does what to whom."
"Bruce is a great fan of proverbs, especially the obscure ones. You
wouldn't believe some of the stuff he came up with when I was growing up,
ancient Chinese proverbs and Tibetan lore, that sort of stuff. What doesn't
kill you can only make you stronger, that one was an oldie but a goodie.
It's true though, I survived, I got stronger and I grew up. But thank you,
Clark. You've got a very kind and gentle heart, it's one of the truly
wonderful things about you," Dick grinned, his own eyes closed and his
breathing evening out. "Well that and you're an animal in bed."
Dick managed to duck the pillow that was aimed for his face, his laughter
bubbling over. "And you're fun to play with. Good night, lover
boy," the older man snickered as he caught Clark and pulled him tight
against him, anchoring the younger man to Dick's body.
It was late to be getting up, by Clark's reckoning anyway. The sun was
quite a way up in the sky, and when he looked at the clock on the bedside
table he saw that it was after 7. Dick was still sound asleep - not that the
fact surprised him, and he decided that one way to improve on his lover's
morning attitude was to wake him in a pleasant way.
Moving slowly and carefully, he disentangled himself from Dick's arms and
pushed up onto one elbow. Though tautly wound and vivacious while awake,
while asleep Dick was different, calmer, almost softer, not that that was
the right word. Wondering if the older man would awaken violently, but not
really caring because it wouldn't hurt him, Clark leaned in and licked a
long line down Dick's chest, humming to himself at the earthy taste of sweat
and dried semen and one that was just simply Dick.
Awareness came swiftly but Dick's eyes stayed shut. Clark; it couldn't be
anyone else. "And good morning to you too, sweetheart," he
chuckled then gasped as Clark's mouth moved lower. "Oh God, those lips
are so fucking amazing!" he moaned as they moved down his chest and
closer to his morning erection. "I could get used to waking up like
Sliding his fingers through the younger man's lustrous black hair, Dick
pulled Clark's head up slightly so he could look into those pretty green
eyes and see those puffy red lips. "Damn," he moaned hungrily.
"Oh damn, Clark, you are so... so... perfect!" One hand slid
forward and Dick caressed Clark's lips with his thumb, his eyes dilating as
Clark sucked it into his mouth and he felt the lush, wet heat close around
it. "Oh sweet GGod in heaven!"
Letting Dick's thumb pop out of his mouth with a wet, sucking sound,
Clark smiled lazily. "Morning. How'd you sleep?" After asking
that, he lowered his head again, nibbling at the hard planes of Dick's
stomach, working ever lower.
"Like someone who'd been well and truly satisfied the night
before," Dick groaned, "but then I woke up with a woody and these
supernatural lips driving me absolutely insane, so now I'm on edge, hungry
and wanting more," the older man continued, his lips widening into a
smile. "I want to feel those perfectly pouty lips wrapped around my
cock, Clark. I want to feel you take me down and suck me. Please," he
Not even bothering to answer, Clark lifted his head, gave Dick a beatific
smile, and dove downward, swallowing his erection with an ease that spoke of
much practice. One hand stole up between the other man's thighs and he
rolled Dick's balls between his fingers, gently tugging on them as he sucked
and swallowed did everything he knew to drive him wild. Dick's fingers
dropped to the bed sheets and fisted them to keep from pulling at Clark's
hair. "Oh God, babe! You're driving me crazy!" the older man
moaned happily. "So is this my turn to scream the house awake?" he
managed to get out in a teasing gasp. "Might be amusing to have Bruce
burst into the bedroom thinking there was an emergency."
"Mm hmm." Clark's hummed out answer had Dick giving voice to
that scream, so he continued, bobbing his head up and down, licking the hot,
thin skin before relaxing his throat to take every bit of Dick's cock and
massaging it as he swallowed.
"OhGodohGodohGod!" Dick gasped, his head thrown back, his
throat working convulsively as he tried to swallow through a dry throat.
"You're killing me, but what a way to go!" Bucking upwards into
the warm wet haven of his lover's throat, Dick found that he could no longer
hold back and began to thrust hard and fast. His hands left the bed and
wrapped around Clark's head, holding it steady as he as he began to fuck the
younger man's face with wild abandon.
Closing his eyes and relaxing, giving up control so that Dick could take
what he wanted, Clark whined, his own arousal cresting as he tasted, felt
and heard Dick's. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his erection,
pumping furiously, the pleasure so great he was beyond breathing.
Dick's entire body arched off the bed and he gave a hoarse scream, his
fingers now impossibly tight on the younger man's skull. "Clark, oh
God, Clark!!!!" the older man yowled as he came hard down Clark's
Pressing up into the pressure on his head, then down to swallow the flood
of liquid running down his throat, Clark moaned, his own cock spasming as he
was pushed over the edge by Dick's orgasm, and came himself. Some time
later, once both their heart rates had slowed from their frantic pace, he
lifted his head, gave the softening flesh a final lick, and smiled at Dick.
"You taste so damn good."
"And you give one hell of a wake up call in the morning," Dick
chuckled, pulling Clark up to thoroughly ravish his lush mouth. "But
next time I return the favor when you wake me up like that, okay? Sixty-nine
is one of my favorite numbers," he laughed. "And you taste
delicious, sweetheart. Good morning, Mr. Kent, ready to go to Smallville and
introduce me to clean country living?"
"I like it just fine too," Clark murmured before rolling back
onto his side, his hand resting on Dick's chest and lightly stroking the
warm flesh. "As for Smallville, I'm ready to go, I'd better call my
folks and give them a heads' up first though. Polite folk don't drop in
without calling." He said this with a wink.
"You could call from the jet," Dick suggested, with a smile.
"Before or after I introduce you to the mile high club?"
Clark's eyes bugged out a bit, then he shook his head, grinning.
"Knowing you, I'm surprised you didn't say 'during'."
"Hey, I'm trying to make a good first impression on your
folks!" Dick laughed, kissing the younger man. "I don't want to
give 'em a heart attack until after they meet me and approve of me as a mate
for their son. After I pass muster then they can know just how much I adore
and worship their son's body - but I will still be respectful in making you
scream. Make sure it's not in their house - their barn maybe, but not their
house," Dick laughed.
"How about no screaming there at all," Clark answered, shaking
his head, but smiling. "Not this visit at least. I will show you the
loft I have in the barn. Dad calls it my fortress of solitude, but it isn't
sound-proofed and we don't want to scare anyone, so making out is all we'll
be able to do."
He cocked his head, mind whirling. "I wonder if Pete and Chloe will
be home... they're my best friends and I really want you to meet each
"Ummm - what if I offer to have this fortress soundproofed - call it
a graduation present," Dick broached. "That way we can make sure
your parents don't hear us scream and I can still make you do it?" Dick
asked hopefully. "And I can't wait to meet your friends, and that
they're more normal than mine."
Rolling on top of Clark, Dick brushed a kiss across his lips and pulled
him into a sitting position. "C'mon, babe, lets get a move on. We need
to get showered and get to the airport so we can catch a ride to your
"You want to soundproof a barn?" Clark collapsed back on the
bed, laughing hysterically. "I can be quiet when I have to be, really I
can." He was still snickering, imagining his dad's face if he heard those
"And yes, sir. I'm moving." Breaking into an evil grin, Clark
super-speeded to the bathroom, and was completely showered by the time Dick
even entered it. "Gee, what's taking you so long?"
Shaking his head, Dick just stepped under the spray. "Well in that
case you can sit there and watch me shower," the older man grinned
evilly as he wrapped his hand around his now soft cock and began to stroke
it, eyes never leaving Clark's as he did so.
"Di-ick..." Clark groaned, but unable to look away from his
lover's body and the way he was touching himself. Unable that was until
there was a quiet rap at the bedroom's door.
"Want me to get that?"
"Chances are it's just Al," Dick moaned, licking the droplets
of water from his lips, his ebony hair plastered to his neck and his
electric blue eyes staring at his lover with laser-like intensity.
"We're in the shower, Al," he called out.
"Very good, Master Richard, I will leave the morning's mail on the
dresser, and good morning to you as well, Master Clark," the butler
called out in reply.
"See, problem solved. Now are you sure you don't need another
shower?" he asked, a winged black brow rising in amusement.
"I-" Clark was on the verge of agreeing, when a familiar scent
caught his attention and he frowned, raising his head to sniff the air.
"Does Alfred usually bring you flowers with your mail in the
morning?" he asked.
"God, no, I'm definitely not a flower sort of guy," Dick
remarked, stepping out of the shower. "Why?" Wrapping a towel
around his waist, the older man padded out into the bedroom to find an
elegant bouquet in the crystal vase. "What the hell?" he wondered,
wandering over to pluck the card off the top of the flowers to open it.
"You have a mystery admirer you didn't tell me about?" Clark
asked, tucking his own towel around his waist and following Dick out.
Crushing the card in his fist, Dick was out the door before his snarled
"No" was even out of his lips. "Al! Alfred!" he
bellowed, storming down the stairs, bringing both Bruce and Tim bursting out
of their bedrooms.
"Master Dick?" Alfred appeared out of a corridor, confusion on
his face. "Is something wrong, young sir?"
"When did they arrive, Al? When the fuck did they get here?!"
"Dick, what's wrong?" Bruce asked, coming to stand next to his
son, concern written on his face.
"Yo, bro, you okay?"
"No! I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch. I swear to God, I'm gonna
wring his scrawny neck!"
"Dick? Dick! What's... Shit." The moment he'd seen the tulips,
Clark knew, but he hadn't wanted to believe. Picking the small card that
Dick had dropped on the floor, he read it, and his shoulders tensed with
hurt and anger.
I hope you enjoyed him; I know I did and plan to again.
Fuck you Lex. Never again. Never. A Beams of red light shot
from Clark's eyes and the heavy paperstock vanished in a burst of flame.
Glad of the time he'd spent gaining control of his newest ability, Clark
stopped the beam as he turned toward the vase of flowers, then let them have
a blast, sending boiling steam, incinerated flowers and shattered crystal
all over the room, but leaving the wall behind them untouched.
In the second it had taken him to obliterate Lex's 'gift', the other
members of the household had gathered in the hallway and Clark was relieved
to see that Bruce was restraining Dick who looked ready to kill.
"Don't respond," he said quietly. "It's what he wants. Do
it and he wins."
Dick's shoulders tensed and then sagged. "Bastard didn't deserve
you, Clark," he growled softly, shaking off Bruce's hand and turning
towards his lover. "He does something like that and you defend him.
God, I probably don't deserve you because all I want to do is rip him a new
hole for it. But I won't. You asked me not to and I won't," the older
Bruce coughed discreetly and he, Tim, and Alfred faded back into the
woodwork, he and Tim heading down to the Batcave to do some research into
one Alexander Luthor. After all, no one messed with the Wayne family without
repercussions. And if Batman didn't deal with him perhaps Bruce Wayne would.
Back in the hallway, Dick pulled Clark into his harms and held him
tightly. "How did I ever luck out finding someone like you, Clark
Kent?" he wondered.
"Luck out?" Clark look mystified. "After what just
happened, you still think meeting me is lucking out?" It wouldn't stop,
that Clark knew. Even if Dick didn't respond, Lex would do something else,
nipping away at him until he was forced to retaliate - and somehow Dick
would be the one who came out looking bad because of it.
Once again, Clark wished he could do something to protect his loved ones
and all the innocents out there, the people who were used daily by rich,
powerful, amoral men like his former lover had become.
"Yeah, luck out. I blew my cool, doesn't happen as much as it used
to. Lex Luthor, however, has always been able to push my buttons. We went to
school together for a time back at Hudson U. after he'd been kicked out of
Metropolis U. Used to piss him off to no extreme that a rough neck circus
brat could think rings around him. And then I dropped out because I was
bored and I figured I didn't need a piece of paper to tell me what I already
knew. I think that pissed him off even more because he couldn't prove to the
rest of the world that money does make a person better - or at least it lets
them buy grades easier.
"I just hate that he's used you as a pawn, Clark. You're not. If
anything you'd be the king on the chessboard and I'm gonna move heaven and
hell to protect my king, I promise you that! Now, how 'bout we get dressed
and go meet your folks?"
"You can't use a person if they don't let you," Clark answered
quietly, before sighing. "And yeah, lets go get dressed and head out.
Mom's pie will make it all better and that's a fact."
He leaned in, kissing Dick, then hugged him close. Turning him back to
the bedroom before remembering his reaction to the flowers. "I, uh...
There's a bit of a mess in there."
"In other words, just like home," Dick chuckled
self-deprecatingly. "It's okay, Clark, I'd have probably smashed the
thing myself if I took another look at it. You just saved me the
trouble," Dick paused, stopping Clark with a hand so that he could look
at him. "You know it won't happen, right? I'm not gonna let him come
between us or drive me away, he's not gonna get a second shot at hurting
you, Clark, not while I draw breath!"
"He can't hurt me anymore," Clark answered, and it was true.
Lex couldn't hurt Clark himself, but he could go after those he loved, and
that terrified him. "And about the mess - it's a little more then
smashing." He pushed open the door and the scent of charred greenery
filled the air. The light sparkled on shards of crystal imbedded in the
walls, floor and furnishings when the vase exploded, and Clark winced.
"You're going to get some in your feet," he said, before
sweeping Dick up into his arms and walking across the room, depositing him
on the other side.
"Why Rhett, you do give a damn!" Dick chuckled, teasing the
younger man even as he watched Clark begin to clean up the mess. "So,
Clark, what sort of outfit should I wear for a meet the parents of a super
man who happens to be my lover?" he asked as he opened the door to his
walk in closet and proceeded to rifle through the various and sundry clothes
he left at Wayne manor.
Knowing that the Kents lived on a farm, Dick had a pretty good idea and
bypassed the formal wear, heading straight for his well-worn and comfortable
denims and tee's. "Boxers, briefs, or commando?" he continued to
"Depends on how thoroughly you want my dad to vet you." Clark
replied blithely, feeling some of the good humor he'd had earlier returning.
"Otherwise, I'd say jeans, t-shirts and sneakers. You've seen what I
wear, just follow along!"
As he spoke, he brushed the loose shards of glass into his palm, dropping
them into a waste basket and moving on to another section of the carpet, not
wanting his actions to injure any member of the Wayne household.
Dick ambled out of the dressing area, tight black tee framing his
muscular physique, even tighter blue jeans hugging his ass, their seams
white from washing and stretching. In his hands he carried a pair of black
dockers and a leather jacket, a diamond stud sparkled in his left ear to
finish the ensemble. "Well, maybe not as casual as you but hey, can
take the boy out of the city but you can't take the city out of the
boy," he grinned
"But," he held up an overnight bag with a flourish, "got
my work clothes right here so if I do have to actually feed chickens and
muck out things I'll at least be prepared. Please tell me I'm not gonna have
to muck out things?" Clark managed to close his jaw before he drooled
and gave his head a shake to make himself focus. Dick looked totally edible,
and it was all he could do to keep from crawling over to the older man and
rubbing his face against the crotch of his pants to see if they were as soft
as they looked.
"Depends on how you behave," he answered, giving an evil grin.
"Though I really doubt Dad will put you to work. Next visit
now..." Dropping his last handful of splinters into the waste can,
Clark stood, brushing his palms together. "Let me get dressed, then we
can head out. There's still stuff in the walls... not much I can do about it
without gouging them up. Sorry about that."
Dick grinned. "Hey, I'm a big fan of modern art, it looks pretty
cool actually. Bets are that the wall will be back to its pristine state by
the time we come for our next visit home. Bruce is kind of anal that way,
lord love him.
"Do you need any help dressing? You know, someone to hold things
while you tuck them in properly?" Dick continued as he leered
lasciviously. "I'm very good at tucking both left and right and I'd be
more than happy to lend a helping hand," the older man teased, his blue
eyes dancing with wicked mirth.
Clark pulled his change of clothes from his backpack, shaking his head at
Dick's suggestion. "If you do that, we're never going to get out of
here. Maybe on the plane. After I call my folks, you can tuck and untuck me
all you want."
"I like how your mind works, Clark Kent!" Dick laughed, sitting
on the bed to pull on his boots and his jacket, letting the younger man
disappear into the dressing room. "I'll just be a good, dutiful son and
say my goodbyes to the brooding one. Meet you in the foyer," he called
out after a moment. He wanted to have a talk with Bruce before he left and
expected Bruce to be waiting in his office for Dick to join him.
Dick was right. Bruce was already there. "Whatever it takes, Bruce.
I don't want that bastard to hurt Clark or his family like that again. Can
we arrange it?"
"Tim and I are already investigating. One way or another Lex Luthor
is going to learn once and for all that it's not smart to mess with the
Waynes, or to play with bats. But I want you out of it Dick." When the
younger man began to protest, he held up a hand forestalling any argument.
"No, Richard. Clark was right, you do and you'll be giving him exactly
what he wants. You stay out of it and you come out the bigger man. Don't
worry, it will be taken care of. After all no one hurts my sons and
gets away with it. Now go and enjoy your visit with Clark's parents."
"Any time, son," Bruce replied, meaning it.
Dick was waiting and the moment Clark put the phone down he sprang into
action, knocking the younger man back onto the cushions of the couch,
straddling his legs and pinning Clark's arms to his sides. "Now I get
to play," he purred, kissing Clark hungrily. "I've got you all to
myself for the three hours it takes to get to Kansas and I intend to make very
good use of that time!"
"Mom and Dad are looking forward to meeting you," Clark gasped,
pretending to be out of breath from Dick's pounce. He didn't mention the
hint of concern he'd heard in both his parents' tones, but he was hoping
that meeting Dick would allay their fears.
"And what exactly are you planning on doing with me for three
hours?" he asked, grinning widely. "Something enjoyable I
"Well, I was thinking about thoroughly debauching you and leaving
you a dried out, ravished husk but then I remembered we were going to meet
your parents. So, I think we should indulge in a rousing game of backgammon
or perhaps Euchre to pass the time until we get there. After all, I wouldn't
want to make a bad first impression," Dick suggested with a far too
innocent smile even as he began to climb off of Clark's lap, making an
effort to straighten the younger man's clothing while copping as many feels
as he could.
"You know, Dick," Clark smiled sweetly, "I'd survive
falling out of this plane even at this height, but I don't think you would,
He caught Dick around the waist, hauling him bodily back into place.
"And you're saying that you'd rather meet my parents all horny and
needy rather then relaxed and calm?" As he spoke, he undulated against
the other man, rubbing their groins together.
"Uh," Dick's brain melted as the younger man turned the tables
on him and began to return Dick's previous torture with interest. "God,
Clark, keep it up and I really am gonna need that change of clothes but not
for the reason I originally brought them!" the older man groaned
hungrily, fingers threading through the lustrous black mass to hold Clark's
head in place for a thorough kiss that left Dick, at least, panting for air.
Dick's fingers fumbled their way down the plaid shirt Clark was wearing,
trying desperately not to say to hell with it and simply rip the shirt
apart, Clark's parents be damned. He couldn't believe that his hands were
shaking so badly and he wanted so desperately. So much for the calm, cool,
collected Nightwing, Dick was a mass of need. "Who'd have thought you'd
be such a bad boy underneath all that farm boy sweetness, Hooterville,"
Dick rejoined, trying to regain some of his earlier equilibrium.
If Clark had been embarrassed about people downstairs hearing him he'd
positively die if the people in the cockpit did. "There's a stateroom
through the door back there - it's fairly soundproofed so we might want
to... move, God," he gasped grinding harder into Clark's thigh as he
rode the younger man's leg, "unless you want the cockpit crew to hear
"No!" Clark exclaimed, the thought of that jolting him out of
the pleasurable haze that had descended over him at Dick's touch and kisses.
"Privacy is good. Very good. Really good, so lets go there
He barely gave Dick time to slide off his lap before racing toward the
door and through it, eagerly pulling off his clothes once he was in the
other room, turning to face Dick with his shoes and shirt off and his pants
unzipped, his arousal plain to see. Stalking toward Dick, he untucked the
other man's t-shirt and began pulling it over his head, bending in to nibble
at each new inch of exposed flesh. "Mmmm, taste so good," he
"Clark," Dick sighed, fingers carding through the younger man's
hair as he let Clark take the lead this time. "Anything and everything
you want, Clark, I'm yours to play with. Do your best, sweetheart, or your
worst. Whatever you want. I'm yours to mold and shape and basically do with
whatever your heart desires," the older man promised with hungry eyes,
his hands reaching up over his head to grasp the edge of the mattress and
give Clark free reign.
"All yours Clark; show me what you want me to do, how you like to be
touched. Touch me like you want to, explore all you want, I'm yours.
Completely and entirely yours," Dick vowed quietly.
Shuddering at Dick's words and what they meant, Clark looked up at the
older man, his eyes darkening with lust. Free rein... he took a deep breath
and swayed as the plane hit a small air pocket. "I want..." he
began, before giving up trying to put into words his desires, opting for
action instead. After getting rid of the rest of Dick's clothes, Clark
rested on his haunches at the foot of the bed, eyeing his lover greedily.
"I want all of you," he whispered, leaning in to run his palms up
Dick's legs, his concentration solely centered on the feeling of warm skin
and coarse hair under his hands.
"You have all of me, babe, DNA strands up," the other man
vowed, his quirky sense of humor shining through yet again, before he grew
serious. "I trust you, Clark, completely. You won't hurt me. You can't
hurt me, you're far too gentle and considerate and loving for that. So go
ahead, babe, plunder and pillage and mold and shape to your hearts content.
Well for the next two and a half hours anyway. Translation, you might want
to apply some of that super speed and get the lead out if you don't want
either of us smelling like a brothel when you introduce me to your
folks," Dick winked.
"Two and a half hours is plenty of time for what I have in
mind." Clark's voice was low and husky and he continued to stroke
Dick's legs as if mesmerized by them.
Leaning in, he nibbled along the high instep and up the front of Dick's
leg, rubbing his face against the soft skin at the hollow of his hip before
sliding back to repeat the moves on Dick's right leg.
Squirming, Dick tried not to break into a fit of giggles as his insteps
were teased with light touches and gentle bites. "Clark, shit!" he
gasped and jerked his leg back as instinct got the better of him, a tiny
giggle escaping from his lips. And then the giggle turned to a moan as the
younger man suckled on the hollow of his hips, leaving bright blooms of
color in the wake of his mouth.
Dick's eyes closed and his back arched off the bed. His breathing became
shallow and erratic as it felt like he'd gone one round too many with a
light socket. "Oh God, babe, you've got the most amazing mouth in all
the universe. I'll never get enough of it, enough of you!"
A prideful gleam shone in Clark's eyes, and he dragged his mouth across
Dick's navel, probing the shallow indentation as if he was fucking it with
the tip of his tongue. That earned him a full body shiver, and he worked
higher, laving and suckling on each of Dick's nipples in between a session
of mapping the scars he found on the way.
Pushing up to hands and knees, Clark looked down at Dick, his own cock
twitching at the sight of the older man splayed out like a decadent feast
for his taking. "Turn over," he murmured. "I want to taste
"Oh fuck, I take that back, you're trying to kill me!" Dick
moaned even as he rolled over, grabbing a pillow to shove under his hips and
relieve some of the pressure. "But what a way to go!" the older
man continued, tucking his arms under his cheek and spreading his legs.
Dick felt Clark trace his way up the backs of his calves, the younger
man's tongue tickling the backs of his knees before moving higher to his
ass. Clark bypassed the shadowy crevice and began to work his way down
Dick's spine, vertebrae by vertebrae, leaving the crime fighter a whimpering
mass of nerve endings.
"I could do this all day," Clark sighed, blowing out a breath
over the now damp flesh of Dick's back. "But, we only have two hours,
so I'd better keep it short." Raising his head, he smiled, as all Dick
did was quiver beneath him. Rocking back, he spread the older man's ass
cheeks with his palms, then darted his tongue down the musky flesh, probing
at the tightly clenched muscle.
"Oh God!" Dick wailed, his ass arching up off the bed, forcing
Clark's tongue to slide in further into his body. He couldn't remember the
last time he'd had anything penetrate him. It had to have been at least a
few years, back right after Kori and he had broken up for the last time and
he'd found brief solace in the arms of his friend Garth. It had been more
comfort than anything else and they'd stayed friends afterwards but it had
given him what he needed at the time - a release from his cares and worries.
But this, this was entirely different. This was Clark loving him, the man
he wanted to spend the conceivable future with, the man who was about to
introduce him to his parents. That made it infinitely more precious and
cosmically hotter. "Babe, you keep this up and I'm gonna cum!"
Dick gasped feeling his balls tighten.
In response, Clark continued pressing his tongue inward, lost in the
rhythm of penetrating Dick even this small bit, and the smell and taste of
his arousal. His fingers kneaded at the taut muscle of Dick's ass, and his
own cock throbbed with each moan and breathy whimper Dick made, straining
for release as well.
"Clark, you want me to... you don't want me in you? Jesus, can't
stand it, so good, you're so fucking good!" With a last grinding wail
the older man bucked forward into the sheets and then back into his lover's
too talented mouth and came, sending white hot spurts of cum cascading all
over the sheets below him.
Groaning, feeling the tight muscle clench down around his tongue, Clark
rode out Dick's climax before crawling up over him and rubbing his cock
against the slick cleft of the older man's ass. "Just... wanted to feel
you..." he gasped, rocking against the limp body beneath him before
giving a guttural cry as he came from the sweet pressure around him, pumping
out his cum over Dick's ass and lower back.
"Next time, feel free to stick it in instead of just sliding on by.
I won't mind, honest. In fact I'm quite sure I'd enjoy it immensely,"
Dick leered as he rolled over and away from the wet spot, bringing Clark
with him so the younger man was lying on top of him. "Unless you don't
like that sort of thing. Either way I'm happy you're with me, Clark,"
the older man hastened to add.
Clark cleared his throat and looked away, feeling the blush rise in his
cheeks. "I - um - haven'tdoneitthatwaybefore. I didn't know if you'd
want me to." Unstated was the fact that Lex hadn't wanted to be fucked
"Babe, anything you want to do with me is okay by me. The way I
figure it, if it feels good what's the harm in trying it? I love making love
to you, Clark, why wouldn't I love you making love to me? Besides, I've been
penetrated before, by an old friend, and it damn near blew my mind. I can't
wait to feel what it's like with someone I... love. It'll rock my world, of
that I have no doubt," Dick replied, pulling Clark's head up for a
long, slow kiss.
"If you want to tonight, maybe we could sneak out to the barn when
your parents are asleep and you can see just how quiet we can be when you
return the favor and make love to me. Kinda seems right that that first time
is in your parents' house when the other first was in Bruce's."
The blush grew deeper, and Clark swallowed. "I - uh - okay." He
licked his lower lip, then smiled almost shyly. "I'd like to try, to
see how it feels to be in you when you come. If its anything like having you
in me when I do, it's gotta be great."
Dick couldn't resist. He reached up and kissed the tip of Clark's nose.
"Anyone ever tell you you're absolutely adorable when you blush?"
the older man teased.
"God..." Clark groaned, hiding his face against Dick's chest.
"I hate it and I have no control over it. Talk about being from
"I happen to like the fact that I can make you blush. When you grow
up in a family of stone faces it's a refreshing change to say the least. It
makes you a lot more human than most people I know, Clark. Never be ashamed
of it and I hope you never grow tired of me wanting to make you blush. I
have big plans to see that blush more often," Dick promised blithely.
At that moment, the intercom crackled to life. "We will be landing
at the Smallville airport in twenty minutes sir. Mr. Wayne took the liberty
of having one of your bikes brought along so you don't have to call the
Kent's to come and pick you up from the airport. I believe he chose the
Harley as it is a passenger motorcycle."
"That man thinks of everything," Dick grinned. "So, have
you ever been on a bike, Clark?" the older man asked, tugging Clark to
his feet and leading him towards the small but fully equipped bathroom.
"Just dirt bikes, Pete had one and we used to take it out in the
fields - before Mr. Henson caught us anyway." Clark smiled at the
memory and reached into the small shower to turn on the water. "And as
much as I like getting close to you, Dick, I think that space is a one
person at a time maximum. Want to go first?"
"Then you're in for a treat. And I probably better. We can't afford
to get distracted this close to your parents' place, much as I like the
idea," Dick agreed reluctantly, stepping beneath the shower's spray.
Dick watched from the tarmac as the bike was lowered out of the cargo
area, a grin on his face, as he waited for Clark to join him. It had been a
while since he'd indulged in street racing. Well there weren't any streets
like the ones in Gotham out here but there was a lot of wide-open space.
Maybe he'd be able to open up the engine once they got through Smallville.
Good thing he'd already committed the way to the Kent farm to memory, he
didn't think he'd be able to hear Clark over the roar of the wind when he
opened the throttle up full.
Aware that the Wayne Industries logo and the expensive Lear jet was
drawing a crowd, Dick truly hoped Clark was ready to have one Richard John
Grayson, adopted son of Bruce Wayne, make an entrance into Smallville life.
Dick had to chuckle at it, for he really wasn't sure if either the town or
he would survive it.
"Hi, Mrs. Swanson," Clark called, waving at a stocky woman with
salt and pepper hair who was watching them with unabashed curiosity. Well,
that was that, now the news that Clark Kent was home and with a different
man would be around town before noon - and strangely, he didn't care.
After setting his backpack in one of the roomy saddlebags, he climbed
aboard the bike, shifting back and balancing when Dick got on as well.
"You know," he chuckled, leaning forward to whisper in Dick's ear
before he put his helmet on, "Once we get out of town, I'll race
"No cutting through cornfields, although I have a feeling it won't
matter in the slightest, and you've got yourself a deal. So, do we take the
long way around Smallville or go right through the center of town?
"Don't get me wrong, Clark, I want the world to know about us. Hell,
half of Gotham probably does already, but this is your home and these people
are your friends and neighbors. If you want to tell them one by one or en
masse, it's your call and I'll be happy to oblige you. After all the last
thing I want to do is make things uncomfortable for either you or your
parents in the place where you grew up, I couldn't do that to any of
you," Dick asked his lover as he slid on his bike helmet, the one with
the robin painted on it, and his shades and black leather gloves before kick
starting the bike and then stopped. "Awh hell! I forgot to get some
flowers for your Mom! We're gonna have to go through town. Is there a flower
shop we can stop at so I can get her something? What's her favorite, by the
"Yeah, there's a shop in town." Clark answered, feeling touched
by Dick's concern, but not bothered by what the town thought any longer.
"As for the town knowing - did you see that woman I said hello to back
there? Ten to one she's on the phone right now passing the word along. You
know that old commercial 'you tell two friends, and they'll tell two
friends'? That's Smallville."
He buckled on the extra helmet, and pointed toward the access road out of
the airport. "Mom likes tulips, red ones. Miss Potter should have
"Great! I should be able to get a couple dozen in the other
saddlebag. Of course I have no idea what to get your dad, then again I've
never actually come a courtin'," he joked, wincing slightly as Clark
squeezed a little too tightly in retaliation. "Alright, alright,
I'll be good. Well I'll behave anyway," Dick amended as he guided the
bike out of the airport and towards the main street of town.
Almost an hour later Dick was beginning to wonder if this was such a good
idea as everyone, and he meant everyone in Smallville popped into the
flower shop to see Clark, or stopped him on the street, or flagged them down
at a corner. Dick was actually feeling more than a little overwhelmed.
Gotham society was polite, impersonal and very standoffish. You were seen
to be seen. Small town mentality was something he hadn't experienced in a long
time and he forgot just how personal and sociable it was. Everyone knew
everyone else for generations back and everyone just had to say hello to
Martha and Jonathan Kent's boy and his new friend. It was damned
intimidating and he hadn't even made it to the front door of the Kent farm
"You okay?" Clark murmured, giving Dick's arms a squeeze when
they reached the safety of his bike once again and were making their
get-away. "Sorry, I forgot how it is when someone new shows up,
especially with that 'Kent boy'. I've got peculiar ideas don't you
know." He chuckled at the last though it was plain there were old hurts
"Follow this road out and then you can let her rip. Once we get
around the first curve, I'll race you - if you're not chicken..."
"Swap you stories," Dick countered, hearing the hurt in Clark's
voice and wanting to take it away. "I was either Bruce Wayne's boytoy
or the circus freak for more years than I can count. And you actually have
the cojones to call a guy who regularly gets shot at, dives from rooftops,
beats up bad guys and gets used as a human punching bag a chicken?!?! Oh,
Kent, if I didn't already know that it would be my hand that suffered
I might have to warm your ass for that crack!" Dick purred, not caring
who, if anyone, heard that particular boast.
"I've got lots of cojones. You don't scare me, babe, and as for my
story... there's not time if we want to get to my folks before nightfall.
Suffice it to say I'm familiar with the boytoy phrase. Now get this bike in
gear before the flowers wilt!"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Kent, sir!" Dick saluted smartly as he revved
the engine and headed out of town. Around the bend he was as good as his
word and dropped Clark off, grinning maniacally. Oh, he'd already heard from
Clark how he'd managed to outrun a school bus and a truck going full tilt so
Dick was under no illusion that he had a snowball's chance in hell of
winning, but it would be fun and the sparkle in Clark's eyes was worth even
the humiliation to losing to a man running on foot.
"Ready whenever you are babe. Are you sure you're gonna win?"
"Wanna bet?" Clark asked, hooking the extra helmet back onto
the bike and eyeing Dick hungrily even though he knew they wouldn't be going
near each other for hours. "And stop before we get to the driveway.
Don't want to race in there and knock 'em over."
"And what should we bet, Clark?" Dick purred. "The winner
fucks the loser into the mattress? How about the loser is the winner's slave
for a day when we get back to Bludhaven. Every and any whim gets catered
too, every command obeyed, every need taken care of, well barring the need
for Nightwing that is," Dick offered with a smirk. Oh he knew he was
gonna lose, but he couldn't think of another person he'd rather lose too.
"And definitely stop before we hit the driveway. I don't want your
parents thinking you've taken up with a Hell's Angel or something!"
"They'd probably think it was an improvement," Clark shrugged,
giving a self-mocking grin before backing away from the motorcycle and off
the road. "And don't you think those bets could be one and the same? If
so, I'm in." Seeing Dick's lascivious grin, Clark smiled, looking up
and down the road, tuning in his hearing to listen for any approaching
engines. "Nothing's around, ready?" At the older man's nod, he
held up his hand, all five fingers raised, then lowering them one at a time
before bringing them down signaling the start. He heard the engine on Dick's
Harley scream to life, but then the only thing Clark was aware of was the
wind. It rushed in his ears, whipped by him, caressing him and teasing him.
He wasn't even moving at full speed, but Clark felt the old familiar
euphoria brought on by the nearest thing to freedom he knew. Pulling up
before he got to the farm's driveway, Clark looked back down the road,
dragging his arm across his forehead to get his hair out of his eyes and
grinning as he watched the dust trail that marked Dick's bike approaching.
"Slowpoke," he teased, climbing back on the motorcycle behind the
older man and giving him a hug before putting his helmet back on.
"Looks like you owe me."
"Damn, I'm absolutely, positively devastated," Dick deadpanned,
grinning over his shoulder even as he tried to calm the hurricane of
butterflies that had suddenly sprung to life in the pit of his stomach. He'd
never really had to do this before - meet a mate's parents. With Babs he'd
known Commissioner Gordon long before he and Barbara had dated. With Kori,
well he'd been seriously unimpressed with their majesties of Tamaran so he
hadn't given a shit what they thought of him.
But with Clark's parents it was obvious that his lover adored them and
that their approval meant a lot to Clark, even if he had defied them for
that bastard Luthor. Dick just hoped he would fair better in their eyes than
Alexander the Bald had. Taking a deep breath, the older man looked back long
enough to wink at Clark and then eased the bike down the driveway to stop in
front of, God help him, a clapboard house with a white picket fence.
"They're gonna hate me, I just know it," he muttered as he
looked at the picturesque house straight out of a Norman Rockwell scene.
Yellow clapboard, red barn, corn and cows - it was idyllic and Dick fit in
here about as well as a devil in heaven.
"Great attitude there, Grayson," Clark murmured, pulling off
his helmet again and looking toward the house where his parents had just
come out onto the porch. "Relax, they don't bite - much." Waiting
until Dick knocked down the kickstand and got off, Clark followed him,
giving a reassuring smile and wrapping an arm around his shoulders as they
walked up to the house where his folks had just come out to the porch.
"Mom, Dad, this is Dick. Dick, these are my parents." Clark didn't
get any more out before his mother enfolded him in a hug, holding him
tightly as if she'd been afraid she'd never see him again. "Son."
Jonathan's greeting was more subdued, but there was pride and love in his
eyes as he rested a hand on Clark's shoulder, closing his fingers in his
version of a hug. Having finally let go of Clark, Martha turned to her son's
guest, smiling at him warmly. "It's wonderful to meet you, Dick. Clark
said you met in Bludhaven?"
"Yes m'am," Dick responded automatically, years of Alfred's
instructions in politeness coming to the fore. "I was responding to a
call by the bus terminal and Clark was there lending a hand. The least I
could do was offer him a place to stay and well, we just seemed to strike up
an immediate friendship.
"But I promise you both, I only have the best intentions towards
your son. He's a fine man and I feel honored to have met him," Dick
hastened to add, his cheeks turning a ruddy red even as he cursed his lack
of control. Great, Grayson, why don't you just come out and say that if
Clark hadn't put on the brakes you'd have pounced him that first night?!
Dick grimaced inwardly. Hell fires but this was awkward.
Going back to the bike, Dick brought out the tulips, and presented them
to Mrs. Kent, kissing her hand as he did so. "And may I say thank you
to both yourself and Mr. Kent for raising such an amazing man as
Clark?" he continued, glancing over at Jonathan Kent. "I only hope
that you'll give me a chance to prove myself worthy of him and your
"They're beautiful, Dick. Thank you." Handing the flowers to
her husband, she gave the ill-at-ease young man a hug. "We think he's
pretty amazing too, and as for the fact that he's brought you home already,
that speaks well for you too."
Clark could only watch helplessly as his mother herded Dick into the
"How about we get your things and let your mother settle your friend
in." Jonathan moved to stand beside Clark, watching the other two until
they vanished inside. "So you met at the bus terminal and he took you
"God, Dad," Clark groaned. "It wasn't like that. He
offered me a place to sleep, no strings attached, and I - I ended up falling
in love with him."
"In the course of two days." Jonathan's expression was
Clark grabbed both his and Dick's bags from the saddlebags, his movements
brusque. "Yes, in two days. Who knows, maybe it's the way my emotions
are set. I fall hard and fast and there's nothing I can do about it and
before you lecture me on keeping my voice down, he knows."
"My God, Clark, you should know better..."
"Well, seeing as a mugger shot me in the chest and there wasn't a
hole or blood or anything, there wasn't much I could do to cover it up.
Besides, he's used to hearing about 'other-worldly' people. They've got all
sorts of superheros running around the east coast, Green Lantern, Wonder
"Vigilantes." Jonathan gave a scoffing laugh.
"God, Dad, what will make you happy? First Lex was on the wrong side
of the law and now Dick's too far on the right side? I know you want me to
find some girl and get married, but I'm just - I'm not built that way and I
don't ever know if I will be. I just... I love Dick, okay? He's a good man,
can you try to get to know him before you make judgement calls?"
Jonathan sighed. "I'm sorry Clark, I had no call to say that, and
I'll try to do as you ask." He looked toward the house. "Lets get
inside before your mother stuffs him so full of food he can't move. As they
started walking, he reached up, giving Clark a hug around the shoulders.
"I'm glad you're home, son."
"Me too, Dad."
Having gotten Dick settled at the kitchen table, Martha busied herself
pouring him a glass of iced tea and putting the tulips in water. "I see
you survived running the gauntlet of Main Street," she smiled.
"Many people don't."
"Truth be told, Mrs. Kent, it was a near thing. If it weren't for
Clark I'd have bolted for sure. It's been a long time since I've been in a
small town. Not since my family died and Bruce took me in when I was ten. Of
course that was one he..eck of a culture shock too. I went from carnie life
to living in a huge mausoleum of a house and from working extra hard just to
make a decent living to not having to work a day in my life if I wanted to.
"Bruce was great though, despite what people think that man has an
amazing work ethic and between my early life and his influence there's no
way I'd ever want to live on his coat tails. I like earning my own
way in the world, even though I'm lucky enough to have a safety net,"
Dick rambled on. He figured he'd be vetted for all those questions anyway so
it might come across better if he willingly volunteered them.
"Of course no one expected me to become a cop. They all thought I'd
follow Bruce into the business world, especially after he officially adopted
me, but that's Bruce's thing. I like helping people and trying to keep the
bad guys off the streets. Bludhaven's not the best city in the world to live
in so I figure it just needs whatever help I can give it more than most. Of
course, so does Metropolis and if that's where Clark wants to be, well I
know it seems like we're rushing into things but it just feels... right.
He's got the most unbelievably beautiful heart I've ever seen in my life and
he's just in mine, you know?
"He cleaned my apartment and made me breakfast, and worried about me
when I went out on patrol and, well, it gave me flip-flops. Sounds pretty
pathetic, doesn't it?" Dick blushed, turning the glass back and forth
in his hands. "And between you and me, Mrs. Kent, I really don't mind
sounding like that. He makes me a better person just for knowing him, you
"It's not pathetic," Martha smiled, reaching across the table
to rest her hand on Dick's. "In fact, it's very sweet. I think you'll
be good for Clark, Dick. He's... the past few years haven't been easy on
him. I'm sure he's told you some of it, but he needs someone special and I'm
hoping you're that person. "I didn't like the idea of him traveling
this summer and lord knows I'd rather have him stay here in Smallville, but
he can't, not the way things are and not with the way they've been. The city
will be better for him in that regard, less chance to stand out." The
screen door creaked, and she looked over, smiling as her husband and son
entered. "I somehow think that you boys are hungry." Martha made
it plain that she included Jonathan in her 'boys'.
"When is Clark not
hungry?" Jonathan still looked tense, but he attempted a smile as he
sat down at the table.
"Want some help, Mom?" Clark asked,
glancing at Dick and seeing that he seemed to have survived so far. Without
her asking, he took down a stack of plates and began to set the table.
"Thanks, dear." Martha took bread and condiments and set them in
the middle of the table. "I was thinking about fried chicken for
tonight, unless you don't care for it, Dick? It's easy enough to do
something else with it if that's the case."
"Ma'am you have no
idea how long it's been since I had a real down home meal like fried
chicken. In Bludhaven I'm the take-out king and in Gotham, well as much as I
love Al's cooking there's only so much bouillabaisse and beef bourguignon
you can eat, you know? I used to sneak downstairs at unGodly hours just to
have a grilled cheese sandwich and drink right out of the milk carton. Al
would've killed me if he'd caught me," Dick grinned in remembrance,
"but considering there was always my favorite cheese in the fridge and
two cartons of milk I think he knew, somehow.
"Is there anything I can do to help, Mrs. Kent? Snap beans, peel
potatoes, shuck corn, something?" Dick continued, "I really just
couldn't sit here and watch, it's just not in my nature."
Martha met Jonathan's gaze with a raised eyebrow of her own. The few
times Lex had come to the house for a meal, he'd never offered to help with
anything except perhaps making reservations out somewhere. "Not right
now, Dick, but maybe after lunch you can go with Clark to pick some corn if
you don't mind. He can show you around the land while you do."
"Enjoy the rest while you can," Clark grinned, "remember
what I said about the chickens in the morning..."
"Uhhh, and he's gonna show me how to do this, right?" Dick
looked at Clark somewhat dismayed. "I've never actually picked corn
except out of the produce aisle of the grocery store or at the farmer's
market. I'm gonna assume there's a way to tell if it's ripe or not - does
corn even get ripe?" Dick asked, willing to admit he was way out of his
league... and then abruptly turned pale. "We're not gonna have, you
know," he made a slicing motion across his throat, "to any
chickens are we? Please say we're not!"
All three Kents looked at each other, then, when Clark collapsed into a
chair, laughing, his parents gave in and joined in the laughter.
"It - it's not that hard, Dick, really," Clark snickered,
wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "I'll show you how."
Seeing that Jonathan was still doubled over, Martha relented. "And
no, the chickens are safe," she smiled. "They're for eggs and the
only time one ends up as our dinner is if they get too uppity when I go out
to check the nests."
Well, at least I broke the ice with Mr. Kent, Dick thought, a
chagrined smile spreading across his face. "Okay, I'll admit it, I suck
at farm knowledge and stuff like that, but I'm one heck of a mechanic and a
great cop, " as well as a kick ass crime fighter with a really cool
Kevlar bodysuit, he thought to himself. "And I'm willing to learn
how to feed chickens and milk cows and pick corn but a man's gotta draw a
line somewhere and I have to do it at slaughtering animals. I couldn't even
watch that scene where they killed Bambi's mom without cringing."
Clark sputtered out a laugh, and his mother looked at him sharply.
"That's fine, Dick. Not everyone's up for things like that. I like
the fact that you're willing to do what you can, and that you know your
limitations." Saying that, Jonathan held out his hand to the younger
man. "Glad to meet you."
"Believe me, sir, the pleasure is all mine. And seriously, if you
need anything looked at that has a carburetor I'll be more than happy to
lend a hand. I've always had a knack with machines and gadgets and
things," Dick offered gladly, feeling a little ashamed of deceiving the
Kents the way he was, but there was no way he would put them in danger that
way. However, there was one thing he did want to discuss with Mr.
"Mr. Kent, if I could possibly discuss something with you? And no
eavesdropping Clark Kent or else," Dick's eyes glinted with sensual
menace as he looked at his love before his expression evened back out to
look at Clark's father.
"Of course." Wondering just what Dick couldn't say in front of
Clark, Jonathan stood again, walking toward the door and holding it open
while Clark looked from one to the other, bewildered.
After the two men had gone outside, Martha hugged Clark again.
"Don't worry, dear. I doubt your father's going to shoot him. He seems
to like this one."
"Yeah, I noticed." Wishing that he could turn his head toward
the conversation outside, Clark sighed. Sometimes being honorable was a
When they were far enough away from the house to avoid being casually
overheard, Dick sighed. "Umm, this is kind of difficult because I'm
going to have to admit to something that usually gets a guy shot when
talking to the father of their significant other but... here goes,"
Dick took a deep breath and faced Jonathan Kent.
"Last night there was a big to do at Bruce's house. I should
probably start by telling you that Bruce is Bruce Wayne, my adoptive father
and that he's got about as much money, if not more than Lionel Luthor.
That's another thing - Bruce and I know the Luthor's unfortunately and it's
definitely a mutual dis-admiration society there. To put it bluntly sir, I
can't stand Alexander the Bald and would love to see him fall flat on that
arrogant face of his.
"Which brings me to the reason I wanted to talk to you. Lex was at
the party last night and I was stupid enough to want to rub it in his face
that he was persona non grata in Clark's life. We, Clark and I, ended up
upstairs and... made the front page of the Gotham Chronicle's gossip page
with the noise we made. Lex, unfortunately, heard it all as it happened and
this morning had a very elegant vase of flowers delivered to me with a very
"I take full responsibility for pissing him off, but I wanted you to
know just in case he, well he tried to pull something here in Smallville.
And I wanted you to know that if he did, Bruce and I would be only too happy
to lend a helping hand if you thought you might need it.
"We don't doubt your ability to take care of your family, but I've
learned the hard way over the years that sometimes it really does help to
have friends in high places or at least the same circles as your enemies run
in," Dick offered, coming to a halt and waiting for the axe to fall as
he completed what he had to say.
Jonathan rubbed his temples as a headache clamped a vise around them. He
should have know getting rid of Luthor wouldn't be that easy as Clark not
seeing him any longer, but what was with his son and rich men who ran in the
same circles? Lex wasn't one to back down from a challenge and it seemed
that Dick had given him one.
"Clark is an adult," he said carefully, not allowing himself to
think of what had caused the noise. "What the two of you do is your
business. Lex, on the other hand, is my business, especially when he
threatens my son and the people he loves."
He leaned against the fence near where they were standing, looking out
over the fields. "I appreciate the offer of help, but I doubt that it
will be necessary. Lex knows he's not welcome here; the shotgun I had in his
face last time he showed up convinced him of it. But Clark... if you care
for him as much as you say you do, watch out for him. Don't let him get hurt
- or you either."
"Mr. Kent, I, thanks," Dick grinned, scrubbing the back of his
neck. He didn't mention that he somehow doubted a shotgun would stop Lex if
the man got it into his head to destroy what Clark loved most. Dick added
the protection of the Kent's to the things that he had to talk to Bruce
about. Maybe it was time for Wayne Enterprises to branch out into organic
farming and fertilizers.
"And can I just add thanks for not killing me? I know I dropped a
bombshell but I didn't want you and your wife caught unawares or made to
suffer because I acted like a jealous boyfriend. I have no doubt that Clark
could turn me into a pancake without blinking, your son really is absolutely
phenomenal, but he's just so... I don't know, innocent, I guess," Dick
tried to explain.
"He sees the good in everyone and trusts people to do the right
thing. It's wonderful to see but it makes him so... vulnerable. Luthor used
that and hurt Clark. I want to wring the sonofabitch's neck for abusing
something so rare and so pure. He had everything a man could want in Clark
and he still did what he did. I want to do serious bodily harm to him for
stealing even that small part of Clark's innocence away, you know?"
Dick confessed, his hands tightening on the split rail fence before letting
go with a conscious effort to relax and forget.
"You and Mrs. Kent really did good by him and you raised him to be a
truly good person. Thank you for that," Dick continued, looking
at Clark's father with respect. "But maybe we should head back in
before we worry Clark too much? He was looking pretty pale there when we
left," the younger man laughed, looking back towards the house and, not
surprisingly, seeing Clark's face peeking through Martha Kent's kitchen
curtains. "Especially considering that he's watching us right
Dick hadn't said anything about Clark that Jonathan didn't know, and once
again he wondered if he and Martha had done the right thing by keeping Clark
as sheltered as they had. What alternative had they had, though? Even when
they'd found him - or more correctly, he'd found them, Clark had been
strong, and until they'd drilled restraint into him, he'd seen nothing wrong
or odd about being able to lift two-ton trucks without a thought.
Turning back to the house, he saw a twitch of motion as the curtain fell
back into place. "Clark will always worry," he stated. "But,
knowing that you're looking out for him too, I think Martha and I might
worry a little less now." He clapped a hand on Dick's shoulder and
started them toward the house.
"You're going to wear a hole in the floor," Martha commented
mildly as she set the lunchmeats on the table and watched Clark pace back
and forth between the hallway and the window. "Sit down and relax,
they'll be back in soon."
"But, Mom, I..." Clark sighed and dropped into a chair,
fidgeting because he couldn't sit still. "What do you think of
"It's not what I think, but what you do that matters," she
answered, stopping and stroking Clark's hair, remembering with fond sadness
when she'd been able to gather him into her lap to comfort him. Those times
were long gone and the problems he faced were much more complicated than a
broken toy or lost game.
"No, what you and Dad think matters too."
Martha smiled when Clark looked back at her, and stroked the side of his
face. "He seems very honorable, and he's certainly trying to make your
father and I feel better about the whole situation." Her smile changed
into a grin. "Besides, the flowers certainly didn't hurt."
A bit of the tension left Clark's body at that. "He's - he's just
really great, Mom. He can't take care of himself worth anything
though." He snickered at the last, trying to quiet the laughter when he
heard the screen door open.
"I heard that, Kent," Dick mock growled as he walked through
the door with Clark's father. "I'm a trained cop in one of the least
cop friendly cities on the eastern seaboard and I can't take care of myself?
HA!" the older man snorted as he brushed a hand along Clark's shoulders
as he walked behind him before sitting in the vacant seat nearby.
"Let me guess, you're offering to become my keeper?" Dick
continued playfully. "Hrmmm that could be promising. I may have to
Clark snickered. "You need one. You think my room gets messy?
God!" he looked at his parents as he said this and was relieved to get
smiles from both of them.
Martha shook her head, though she was still smiling as she set the last
of the food on the table and joined the family there, glancing pointedly at
her son's hands.
"Whoops, forgot to wash up." Ducking his head in embarrassment,
Clark stood, looking over at Dick when his mother's gaze encompassed him
too. "Bathroom's this way."
Dick ducked his head and mumbled an apology to Martha even as he stood to
follow the younger man to the bathroom. However once the door had closed
behind them, Clark was shoved up against the door unceremoniously and kissed
until Dick ran out of oxygen. "Okay, now that that hunger is
temporarily assuaged," the police officer grinned as he turned to the
sink to wash his hands, watching in the mirror as Clark finally shook off
the dazed look even as he licked his lips.
"Having trouble focusing today, love?" he teased, his blue eyes
dancing in the mirror as they came into contact with Clark's green ones.
"You look a little dazed and confused."
"I feel the same way," Clark answered, wondering if telling
Dick would have any effect on his behavior, and deciding it wasn't worth it
to find out. "What did you and my dad talk about out there?"
"Just manly things. Nothing to worry your pretty little head
about" Dick snickered even as he ducked Clark's half-hearted swing.
"Okay, okay! I told him what happened in Gotham with the bald
menace. I wanted him to be aware that Lex was less than thrilled with me,
just in case, you know? And I didn't want your mom to know. I also wanted to
let your dad know that I was in this for the long road, Clark; that I'll
always be there for you, as a lover and as a friend. I wanted him to
know you'd never have to face what your future brings you alone," Dick
"I feel bad lying to them but I wanted to give them at least that
much reassurance. They're good people and the last thing I want to do is
cause them worry. Now we'd better get out of this bathroom before your
parents think we're making out or something," the older man finished
with a wink.
"If they thought that, Dad would be banging on the door," Clark
answered before giving Dick a hug and resting his head on the shorter man's
shoulder. "Thank you for trying so hard. I - it's - I only hope I can
be half as good for you as you are for me."
"You are, Clark, believe me, you are!" Dick replied, running
his fingers through the younger man's hair before slapping his ass
playfully. "Now c'mon, I'm starving. Apparently the flight here
made me work up one hellacious appetite. And after lunch you can give me the
grand tour of the Kent family farm, and your barn's loft. Especially that.
I've always fantasized about making out in a hayloft," the older man
purred, licking his lips hungrily.
"Knowing you, you've fantasized about making love everywhere, and
probably done it the majority of places too," Clark chuckled. Reaching
behind him to open the door. "Food, then the tour, and if you're good,
"Geeze, I thought you were in shape," Clark laughed, looking
back at Dick who was pushing down the narrow aisle between the cornstalks,
sounding winded. "Good thing there isn't much crime out here, the
crooks would outrun you in a flash!"
"Yeah well if you weren't in super walk mode I'd be fine," Dick
huffed slightly. As it was he felt like he'd run five miles already.
"And then there's the whole sucking mud and nasty things in the pasture
and ... I'm a city boy, Clark, I do Mother Nature in small doses and like it
that way," the older man groused. "I've got cow patty on my boots.
"Poor baby..." Clark crooned, turning so that he was walking
backwards, giving Dick a pitiful look. "Can't take the out of doors at
all. What are you going to do if I ask you to go camping?" he
snickered, but didn't slow down because he was not moving faster than
normal. "And what's a little cow patty? I know you've walked through
sewers and other gross stuff, cow shit's a lot more sanitary than
A smile spread across Dick's face and faster than even Clark could have
expected he was tackling the younger man, sending Clark face first into the
mud. "That was work, farmboy, however far be it from me to deny
you your fresh country mud. So is that how you stay so delish? A daily mud
bath?" Dick chortled as he shot up and off Clark, running full tilt and
praying he'd make it to the dry area of the field before his lover recovered
enough to turn the tables on him.
Sitting up, shaking his head and spitting to clear his mouth and eyes,
Clark staggered to his feet. "Man, you're so dead for that, Dick!"
he shouted, taking off after his fleeing lover, trying to keep it fair by
only adding a little speed to what he knew was normal.
They burst out of the cornfield, and Clark vaulted over the fence Dick
had leapt over a moment before, tackling the older man on the grass, and
grinning down evilly at him. "You want mud baths, Mr. Grayson?"
"Thank you all the same, Mr. Kent, but I think I'll have to pass.
Why, good afternoon, Mrs. Kent!" Dick said brightly, causing Clark to
look up and giving him enough time to reverse his position with that of his
lover. "We really have to work on that, Clark," Dick tsked with a
smirk. "You are simply far too gullible to suggestion."
Using the sleeve of his shirt, Dick dried off Clark's face as best he
could and then proceeded to ravish the younger man's mouth, barely noticing
the earthy mud flavor to the kiss. It was only when there was a distinctly
feminine clearing of the throat and a male guffaw that Dick finally
relinquished his lip lock.
"Mud's an interesting color on you, Clark," Chloe snickered
from behind her digital camera, Pete standing slightly behind her for
protection. "Say cheese, boys!"
"Chloe - Pete?" Clark squawked, coughing and sitting up, only
half on purpose dumping Dick in the mud as he did so. "Where'd you come
Pete snickered though he still was using Chloe as a shield.
"Somewhere a lot cleaner than you two, man. Your mom called and said
you were in town so we went by the house and they said you were out here. We
just followed the yelling."
Using Clark's knees as a lever, Dick pushed himself up and casually
offered Clark a hand. "So you're Chloe Sullivan and Pete Ross. Clark's
told me so much about you. Said you were two of his most trusted friends in
the world. I'm Dick Grayson, it's an honor to meet you," Dick
continued, holding out a clean hand to first Pete, then kissing the back of
Chloe's hand, making her blush and Clark growl from somewhere behind him.
"Hands off the boyfriend," he muttered, standing and wrapping
his arm around Dick from behind, grinning at his friends. "He's got sex
on the brain full-time and he might get the wrong idea."
Chloe looked from Clark to Dick, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"Well? Details, man!"
"Just not too personal with them, okay?" Pete added, looking
Dick couldn't resist. He really tried but he couldn't do it. Looking back
at Clark over his shoulder, muscles coiled in fight or flight response he very
innocently said, "I take it your friends don't know you're a total
leather dom, Clark?"
"Dick!" Clark howled, clapping his hand across the older man's
mouth, not caring that it was covered with mud. "He's normally not this
psycho, I promise."
"Uh huh..." Chloe looked over her shoulder at Pete and they
both nodded. "So, when did you two meet?"
Clark looked chagrinned, and ducked his head. "Uh...
aboutthreedaysago," he mumbled, freeing Dick's face so that he could
talk, and hoping that he'd help.
"Yeah what can I say, it was twue wuv," Dick laughed, "and
God you're sexy when you blush like that. Never lose that ability, Kansas. I
plan on exploiting your blush when we're dirty old men," Dick grinned,
bringing Clark's hand back up to his lips to kiss each individual finger
before twining his through Clark's.
"Seriously, I fell hard and fast for your friend. He... helped me
out during a bust of a bunch of thugs that had been terrorizing newbies to
Bludhaven and he had such a little boy lost look that I took him home,
intent on calling his parents and shipping him back from whence he came
but... Clark went and complicated things by side swiping my heart,"
Dick admitted, watching Clark's friends carefully.
"And for the record, I'm the cop, not the criminal, just in case you
want to brain me for corrupting an innocent... well I did that anyway,"
Dick smiled in fond remembrance.
Chloe and Pete shared a look of skepticism, but it slowly melted into a
pair of smiles. "This one's an improvement," Chloe whispered into
Pete's ear, so quietly that if Clark hadn't been who he was, he would have
"A cop? And what were you doing in Bludhaven, Clark? Man, that place
Clark shrugged. "Just traveling. That's where I got off the bus,
though I think Dick decided I was worth keeping after I cleaned his
apartment and cooked him dinner."
"Hey, I'm a bachelor cop, what'd you expect, Martha freakin'
Stewart?" Dick sighed. "You have got some serious issues with
cleanliness, Kent, which surprises me considering you're turning into a clay
figure before our eyes. Although I will admit, the cooking was
fantastic!" Dick continued, brushing a kiss across the palm of Clark's
hand, his tongue tracing a heart as he did so, knowing that his lover would
be able to decipher his movements, so sensitive was his touch.
"So I understand from Clark there's a coffee house in Smallville?
Maybe we can all get together there after dinner and you can pump me to make
sure I'm acceptable boyfriend material and I can get you to dish the dirt on
Clark's high school high jinks?" the older man offered. "That way
Clark and I can get cleaned up and avoid the wrath of Martha Kent, who seems
much more Goddess like than that Stewart chick hands down!"
Clark groaned, making both his friends laugh.
"A chance to get information and tell tales, count me
in!" Chloe laughed.
"I'd better make notes," Pete added, "'cause there's a lot
"I love you too, guys," Clark sighed, shaking his head. Maybe
Mom would have a really big dinner and they'd pass out afterward. Yeah, and
maybe he'd learn to love meteor rocks.
"Only fair, Kansas, rumor from Wayne Manor has it that Babs is
writing a book for you on my past exploits," Dick laughed as he
led Clark towards the car that had to belong to one of the younger man's
friends, wanting to see them off safely.
"I want you both to drive safe," he admonished the younger
couple gently. "Clark's told me of the strangeness that is Smallville
and I want you both to get to The Talon in one piece so I can get all the
Chloe, whose eyes had positively lit up at the mention of Wayne Manor,
nodded happily and all but shoved Pete in the car in her haste to give them
some privacy. Waving to the two men, she started the engine and then began
to pull down the Kent driveway. "Did you hear what he said, Pete? Wayne
"Wayne Manor as in Bruce Wayne lives in Wayne Manor. Bruce Wayne of
Gotham, the other mega-billionaire on the block besides Lionel
Luthor. And I heard he recently adopted his ward of forever. Care to guess
what his name was? Richard John Grayson! Man, Clark gets all the luck! I
wonder if he can get me an interview with Mr. Wayne?"
Clark waited until Chloe's car was out of sight and stepped around Dick,
eyeing his mud-splattered face closely. "Total leather dom? Are you
trying to ruin my reputation here?"
"Shit, Clark, I'm sorry, I was only teasing," Dick replied,
instantly contrite. "They won't spread what I said around will they?
Clark shook his head and hugged Dick close. "Same here. Chloe and
Pete wouldn't believe it and even if they did, they wouldn't spread it
around. C'mon, lets get back and cleaned up. There's a hose by the barn we
can use so Mom doesn't kill us because we tracked mud through the
"You little shit," Dick growled without heat, "you had me
there. I would have gone tearing after them on the Harley in another minute
to buy their silence if need be to keep your rep in tact. I oughta drown you
with that water!" Pulling Clark's head down he kissed him hard,
bruising his own lips in the process. "You're gonna give me grey hair,
you know that?"
"It'll just make you look distinguished," Clark laughed before
kissing Dick back. "Besides, if your life so far hasn't, I don't think
being around me will do it.
"Now come on, or don't you want to see me get wet and dripping for
"Well when you put it that way," Dick leered. "Lead on,
farm boy and let me get a good look at some watered down and tasty home
Laughing at the pained expression on Clark's face, Dick simply began to
strip out of his clothes right there in the middle of the field next to the
barn, not caring in the least if Mr. and Mrs. Kent got a good look at him in
his all together so long as Clark did.
"Dick!" Clark gasped, eyes bugging out of his head as the older
man blithely continued with what he was doing. "My mom and dad do not
need to see parts of you that I'm the only one who should see!"
Grabbing Dick, he yanked him closer to the barn, out of sight of both the
house and the road, shaking his head.
"Fruitcake." Turning on the hose, he rinsed off his head, then,
a gleam in his eye, squirted water at Dick, hitting his bare chest.
Yelping as the cold water blasted his suddenly heated flesh, Dick ducked
and headed for the open barn door, wanting to get out of range of the hose.
"Who're you calling a fruitcake, corncob?" he shouted back,
ducking behind the barn's outcropping as the hose was aimed his way again.
"No? How about corn hole?" he offered lewdly, his eyebrows
waggling and his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth in a truly rude
gesture, laughing as the shock registered. God, he loved to tease that boy!
He got red so fast and it went all the way down and he looked so darn
Shocked, Clark could only stand there, the hose in his hand, staring at
Dick. He knew he looked like a fool, but the things that came out of Dick's
mouth... and what he could do with that tongue...
Clearing his throat, he sprayed himself again, hoping to cool down his
blush at the same time he cleaned off the mud. "You coming out or are
you staying in there with the killer chickens?"
"Actually I was hoping we'd have enough time for you to show me the
loft and us to get in some serious make out time before dinner - you know,
heavy petting and tonsillectomies as the appetizer to Mom's fried
chicken?" Dick grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "Who knows, maybe
even a protein shake or two?"
"Well, if someone hadn't pushed me in the mud, we could be up there
already, but I think my folks might notice mud all over the couch,"
Clark pointed out, dropping the hose and shaking himself off like a dog to
get rid of as much excess water as possible.
"You totally deserved that after those cracks you made back
there," Dick retorted without a hint of shame at what he did. Stripping
out of his jeans so that he was clad only in his boxers, he flashed Clark a
bit of thigh before heading deeper into the interior of the barn. The jeans
he slung over the nearest railing, hoping that the mud would dry enough for
him to just shake it off when he had to put his pants back on. If not, well,
his boxers were decent enough and he bet he could charm his way into the
house to get a new pair of pants. He'd simply tell Martha the truth. Her son
had done something really, really bad and Dick had ended up ass first in a
puddle of mud.
Wandering up the stairs to Clark's 'fortress', Dick's sharp eyes
automatically scanned the area looking for anything that seemed out of
place. Like the surveillance equipment he spotted hidden in strategic places
and the fresh sawdust on the floor indicating the ones he hadn't seen.
Backing out of the loft slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion, Dick made his
way nonchalantly outside to join Clark, his jeans be-damned. Dick's face was
the picture of serenity but on the inside he was seething mad.
"You know, on second thought, I think we should save the hayloft for
another day - a rainy day. There's gotta be a sun-dappled meadow where we
can spread a blanket out in and just fool around?" Dick asked, his
voice properly teasing even though his eyes were almost black with fury.
Last thing he wanted was to tip off Lex that he'd spotted the bugs. He
planned on stopping by the plane and grabbing some jamming equipment on the
way back from the Talon to put an end to Lex's spying but right now he just
wanted to get Clark away from the barn.
Wondering at Dick's sudden change of heart, Clark nodded before looking
the older man up and down. "If you want to do that, I think you need a
change of clothes and we need a blanket. Wait here and I'll get 'em."
Making sure no one was looking, Clark spun in a circle, his speed
blurring him from sight and drying his clothes at the same time.
"There," he grinned, once he'd slowed down again, "now I'm
presentable, let me get stuff so that you are too."
"Clark!" Dick began to shout, glancing frantically around and
praying that there were no cameras outside to catch that particular trick.
He couldn't see any but he'd grab a bug tracer just in case and if he had to
perform a little B&E to retrieve the tape before Luthor got back to
"Just don't grab the black jeans, I want to look presentable for
dinner and if we're rolling around in the grass I'll probably get grimy
again," Dick finished weakly, willing Clark to go in so he could make a
call and get some 'exterminators' out here pronto. Damn, he'd have to tell
Jonathan somehow before he and Clark left for the beanery.
"Sure." Looking perplexed, Clark jogged toward the house,
returning a few minutes later with a change of clothes for Dick as well as
dry shoes and a large plaid blanket.
"Everything okay?" he asked, noticing that Dick was just
getting off his cell phone.
"Yup, I just thought I'd better give Bruce a call and let him know
that we were staying overnight and that we'd gotten here all right,"
Dick replied with a smile and an internal wince. Well he wasn't really
lying, he really had told Bruce those things, he just had went on to tell
Bruce the rest of it and ask for a sweeper team to come out to the farm.
Slipping the pants and shoes on, Dick pulled on one of Clark's oversized
plaid shirts, leaving it unbuttoned. Bringing a sleeve up to his nose he
sniffed hungrily. "Mmm, one of my favorite smells, fresh country Clark!
So, where are we going, lover boy? There's gotta be a few choice make out
spots on the Kent farm," he continued, hoping to distract Clark with
the promise of some heavy petting.
"I was trying to take you to one when you shoved me in the
mud," Clark laughed, wrapping an arm around Dick's waist and pulling
him close. "And I think I'll pick a dryer route this time. My pants
won't fit you at all and as much as I like your bare butt, I don't want my
folks to see it!"
"Unh, yeah, I'd prefer to keep that from happening too" Dick
responded with a smirk of his own, "although I've had plenty of
compliments on it; 'finest ass on the eastern seaboard'," Dick boasted,
his eyes twinkling at the look that crept over Clark's face. "But then
all that swinging from rooftops and saving the helpless means I need to be
in serious bad ass shape, despite your ludicrous claims back in that
Slipping his hand down the back of Clark's pants, one eye on the Kent
house to make sure they weren't observed, Dick let a finger trace and then
sink into the crevice of Clark's ass, brushing lightly but insistently
against the younger man's opening. "So are we gonna stand here all
afternoon or are we gonna go play doctor?" he leered up at his lover.
Giving a sharp gasp as his whole body tensed, Clark turned wide eyes to
look at Dick. "Do you really want me to show you how fast we can get to
the place I have in mind?" he asked, his tone somewhere between a
promise and a threat.
"How about a sedate walk until we actually get into the cornfield,
lover? I have a feeling that if your parents see you superspeed us to this
place they'll have a very good idea as to what's going on. Do you really
want them to know that their baby boy is on his way to make out with his
male lover? There are some things that parents just don't need to know
about, after all," Dick smirked, removing his hand only after he'd
pressed his finger into the tiny opening just enough to fuel his lover's
appetite for more.
"C'mon, Rhett," the older man continued, "lets get
invisible so you can show me just how fast you can go."
"Like them seeing you with your hand down my pants is making them
think we're going to play tiddly-winks?" Clark asked, staring at Dick
in amazement and more then a little lust.
Looking heavenward, he caught Dick's hand and practically dragged the
older man to the shelter of the field before tossing him over his shoulder
and racing for a clearing that he and Pete had used to go swimming in back
when they were kids.
"That fast enough?" Clark asked, grinning as he set Dick down
and blithely spread out the blanket before collapsing on it, arms crossed
behind his head.
Dick took a few moments to catch his breath, staring at his lover in
amazement. "Christ, and I used to think Wally was fast!" the older
man managed to get out. "Oh yeah, Wally is Wally West,the Flash -
another teammate from the Teen Titans, and you, lover, would leave him
eating your dust!"
That said, Dick rolled over and straddled Clark, intent upon taking up
where they had left off thanks to the interruption of Clark's friends.
Holding the younger man's head perfectly still, he dove in and ravished
Clark's mouth hungrily even as he ground his burgeoning cock against Clark's
own rock hard bulge.
Fucking Clark's mouth with his tongue, Dick lost himself in the taste and
the feel of the hard body beneath him. There was definitely something to be
said for having a lover almost half a foot taller than you - you had that
much more skin to explore. Running his hands down Clark's sides, Dick began
to work them under fabric to run across the hot silk that was Clark's skin
even as he continued to hump their erections together.
Any questions about Dick's former teammates vanished in a pleasant haze
as Clark wrapped his arms around the older man's waist, pulling them closer
together as he arched upward, doing his best to make Dick feel every bit as
good as he felt right then.
Reaching lower, he closed his hands on Dick's ass, grinding their groins
together, and only breaking apart when he felt the other man needed to
breathe and he was in danger of creaming in his jeans. "So how do you
like nature now?" he panted, grinning up at Dick in dazed happiness.
Dick purred happily. "Oh, I like it just fine, and I'd like it even
better if I could convince you to go au natural for a while," the older
man husked, licking his lips. "Although when we get back home I'm your
humble slave for a day - anything and everything you want is yours to
"Hmmm, I think I like that idea, though why do I get the feeling
you'll be a very willful slave?" Clark chuckled, sliding his hands up
under Dick's shirt and kneading his back before rolling the shorter man off
of him and blithely beginning to strip.
"As for convincing me... all you have to do is ask, city boy. I'm
not the one who has to worry about getting a sunburn on tender areas."
"Me, willful?" Dick scoffed, his eyes twinkling. "I'm
never willful - I'm always perfectly gentlemanly," the older man
boasted despite Clark's snort of disbelief. "And don't worry, Clark I
will be asking... frequently. My apartment building has a roof top garden
and I intend to put it, and you, to good use this summer!" Dick
continued with a leer.
"But as for right now. Unless you want to change your pants again,
we either need to cool it or as I have said before, sixty-nine is one of my
Accepting the challenge Dick had thrown out, Clark pushed up to his knees
and undid the button and zipper of his jeans before pushing them slowly down
his hips to bunch at his thighs. "Mine too, but it seems you're too
overdressed to be partaking in it."
Dick laughed at his lover's impatience and swiveled around so that he was
lying next to Clark, his mouth in line with the younger man's erection even
as he quickly shucked out of his own jeans. Without waiting and with no
warning, Dick reached over and swallowed half of Clark's erection down and
then slowly began to work the other half into his mouth as well. He wanted
to show his young lover just what a talented throat he had.
Breathing out a gasp of pleasure as he felt Dick's lips close around him,
Clark stopped himself from thrusting forward, waiting for the older man to
get comfortable. Meanwhile, however, he had his own delicious looking toy to
play with, and play with it he did. Knowing he could take it, he swirled his
tongue around the ruddy head of Dick's cock, then grasped his ass and
pulled, sliding the other man's erection down his throat in one move.
Dick groaned and hummed around the baton of flesh working it's way into
the back of his mouth and down his throat. God, that boy was a talented one!
Using a similar idea, Dick used Clark's cheeks to pull him closer, one
finger slipping inside his lover again and swirling around in lazy circles.
He chuckled around Clark's cock at the shimmy the other man gave as his
finger brushed lightly over Clark's prostate. It wouldn't be long now and
he'd finally taste Clark pouring down his throat.
A muffled whimper translated into a violent bucking of Dick's body, and
Clark gladly repeated the sound; the fact that Dick was pushing him to the
brink of his control making it all the easier to vocalize his pleasure and
send the vibrations running down Dick's cock.
Groaning hungrily, Dick lashed at Clark's erection with his tongue,
whipping it softly before drawing backwards and allowing his teeth to gently
scrape along the younger man's flesh. God, he tasted so good, so right on
his tongue, in his mouth. Air ceased to be a priority, instead tasting Clark
as the younger man used his throat as a receptacle for their combined
pleasure was more important. He wanted to taste the creamy bitter salt of
country fresh farmboy.
Grunting, desperate for his own release and to taste Dick's again, Clark
bowed his back, at the same time pulling Dick's hips forward, swallowing
hungrily as his own hips bucked, driving his erection deeper into the older
man's mouth. Finally, he couldn't take any more, and he came, howling his
pleasure around the muffling flesh that filled his mouth.
Barely seconds after Clark erupted in his throat, Dick felt his own cock
spasm and begin to pour its release into his lover's mouth. Swallowing
hungrily, Dick continued to lash Clark's cock with his tongue and only when
the younger man seemed to be tapering off did he pull back enough to let the
rest flow across his tongue so that his taste buds could learn what Clark
At last Dick's head fell away as he panted through his nose, savoring
those last drops of Clark's seed as they slid down his throat. "God. I
think I've just had an out of body experience. That was absolutely cosmic,
"Umm hmm." Clark was too busy nuzzling his face against Dick's
groin, licking his softening cock and his balls and thighs, to give more
answer than that. The sun was warm on his back, Dick was an inferno in front
of him, and his world was just about as close as it could get to perfect, so
he wasn't moving and spoiling it.
"Left you speechless, have I?" Dick chuckled, twisting around
so that they were mouth to mouth and could share each other's flavor,
mingling them together so that they couldn't tell which was Clark and which
was Dick. "Damn, I'm good," the older man continued with a slight
laugh and a tight hug. "But then again, so are you!"
Shaking his head and giving a wry smile, Clark chuckled even as he
shifted to arrange both of them more comfortably. "I hope you don't
have modesty down as one of your traits on your resume."
just well-endowed, brilliant and gorgeous," Dick replied, tongue in
cheek, content to drowse in the sun until it was time for dinner. "Oh,
and incredibly lucky. After all, somehow I managed to not only find but keep
you against all the odds."
"Well, I'll agree with those," Clark sighed, watching the sky
through half-lidded eyes. "I'd suggest you put something on though or
you won't be able to sit down for dinner."
"Look whose talking, nature boy, or are you planning on letting it
all hang out for Mom to see?" Dick chuckled even as he tugged up his
boxers and his jeans, buttoning Clark's shirt up when he'd finally righted
his bottom half. "You know, I think I may just keep this shirt as a
memento of my first time on the farm," he grinned. "Besides it
smells like you, and if I can't have you in my arms tonight I want your
scent around me when I sleep."
In the distance, Dick heard a faint sound and watched as Clark's ears
perked up. "Dinner's ready, hunh?" he asked with a sigh,
clambering to his feet. "So much for an afternoon of bucolic bliss.
Maybe the next time we come to visit."
"Next time you'll be family and Dad'll put you to work," Clark
chuckled, sitting up and pulling on his own clothes.
"As for me letting it all hang out, I wasn't planning on going back
to the house like that, and I just meant I don't burn - or tan really. And I
love the idea that you want to keep that shirt; too bad you don't have some
extras so I can steal one of yours."
Dick grinned. "Shirts I've got, pants I don't, but if you want to be
really kinky, you can borrow my boxers and I'll just go commando
tomorrow!" Dick leered, waggling his eyebrows. "And besides,
you'll have an entire closet to raid when we get back to the 'haven."
"Keep you shorts on, Grayson," Clark growled, knowing he
wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything if Dick went around that
way. "And besides, when we get back, I'll have you in bed and that's
Dick snickered. "Keep your shorts on, that's cute, Kent! Now, care
to speed us back home before your dad comes out here toting a shotgun? Last
thing I need is an ass full of buckshot!"
Clark smirked. "Somehow I don't think he'd be aiming at your
ass." Hefting Dick into his arms again, he laughed. "This is so
weird..." Laughing, he took off at a run, getting them back to the
house with enough time to shower and change before dinner.
"No, weird is having your girlfriend haul you around like
this - very emasculating. Butch boyfriends are in," Dick remarked as he
was set down on the front porch. "Especially if your girlfriend flies -
used to freak me out when she did that, I mean if you drop me you may
steamroller over me, if she dropped me I'd be a smear on the
landscape," the older man shuddered in reminiscence.
"Oh hey Mrs. Kent. Clark was just giving me a lift," Dick
grinned up at his lover's mom as she looked out at them from the door, an
indulgent smile on her face. How hard it must have been for all of them, not
being able to tell Lex and having to keep that big bombshell of a secret
amongst themselves alone. What a burden to carry.
"Gotta admit, I'm more than happy to play Scarlett to his Rhett when
he does this," Dick continued, opening the screen door and planting a
kiss on Martha's cheek. "It's kinda cool, really. And a lot closer to
the ground then the last time I was carted around by a superhero!"
"I'm not a superhero," Clark scoffed, shaking his head. Yet,
he added mentally, more and more sure that that path was his destiny and his
way to help those in need.
Smiling, feeling a burst of happiness that her son had found someone who
could accept and love all of him as he was, Martha held the door for the two
young men, brushing bits of dried grass from both their hair.
"Dinner's not for a bit. You may want to clean yup before Jonathan
comes in..." Turning a blind eye to Clark's activities wasn't easy, but
to keep her son close, she'd had to develop the habit at times, and this was
one of them. She knew what they'd been doing, but throwing it in her
husband's face was just as easily avoided.
"Okay, Mom. You can even have the shower first, Dick. I don't mind
"Yeah, but if you go first and speed through it I'll still have
enough hot water and you won't freeze your... bits and pieces," Dick
finished lamely, suddenly remembering he was in the presence of a lady and
blushing hotly. "Sorry, Mrs. Kent. It's been a while since I've lived
with women, and the women on the force are just as... outspoken, if you know
what I mean."
Martha smiled again and patted Dick's cheek in a motherly fashion.
"Not a problem, Dick. You're allowed to make a mistake or two... this
time. Next time, you and Clark can compare soap taste after I've washed your
mouth out just like I did his the first time he said a less than acceptable
word in my presence after he knew better."
Dick swallowed and looked at Clark as if to say, 'No fucking way! Would
she really do that?'
Clark snickered before nodding seriously. "Oh yeah, I still get sick
if anyone brings a bar of Ivory soap near me. No lie!"
Dick shuddered. "I just got lectured and given extra chores. Of
course Alfred's patented 'stare of death' was pretty effective too. That and
the 'I'm disappointed in you, Richard, I thought I'd raised you better than
that,' look from Bruce. It kept my mouth pretty clean at home anyway,"
Dick admitted. "But Ivory - that's just plain evil, Mrs. Kent,
no insult intended."
"Why thank you, Dick, that's very sweet of you to say so,"
Martha beamed. "Now hit the showers, boys!"
Properly cowed, Dick answered with a meek, 'yes ma'am' and gratefully
followed Clark upstairs. "Man, Kent, your mom is terrifying when she
wants to be!"
"Tell me about it," Clark laughed, purposefully bumping into
Dick. "She gives Bruce a run for the money when she's pissed, trust
me." He shuddered, making a face. "God, the way that soap
"So, do you really want me to go first in the shower?" There
was no way they could share, just like he wasn't going to throw this in his
parents' faces by them sharing his room, but there was always plenty of time
for that later.
Remembering he needed time to tell Mr. Kent about the 'fumigators', Dick
rethought his offer. "On second thought maybe I will go first, but I
promise not to be long. I became quite a pro at taking quick showers when I
lived in the Titan Tower. Talk about having too many roommates - I had over
a dozen and half were women!! Scary," he laughed. "Very
Glancing down the stairs, Dick saw that the coast was clear and tugged
Clark's head down for a kiss. "But when we get back to the 'haven you
and me are gonna share showers. I have plans for you that include you being
wet and naked," the older man purred, his hands cupping and mounding
Clark's ass cheeks suggestively. "Oh, the plans I have for you!"
Kissing Clark again, nipping at his lower lip as he did so, Dick backed
away and left the younger man dazed and panting slightly as he slipped into
the guest room, grabbed his clean clothes and slipped into the bathroom for
Watching Dick tuck into his third - or was it fourth - piece of chicken,
Clark laughed, though his own plate was piled high with bones and corncobs.
"Good thing you made enough for ten, Mom," he grinned. "I
think Dick's making up for years of his own cooking here!"
Blushing, Dick finished his last piece of chicken and wiped his mouth on
the napkin politely before answering. "Fresh farm air and the most
amazing meal I've had since.... I can't remember when. You really need to
come to Gotham, Mrs. Kent, so you can show Al how to make this. I would've
given my right arm for a meal like this when I was growing up.
"Of course Al can make the most killer Irish stew that you've ever
tasted. I'll have to make some for you, Clark. It's got a pint of Guinness
beer in it for flavor and you just need to have potato bread to make it
complete, but it still can't beat this," the older man enthused,
enjoying the way Martha's cheeks blushed.
"You were the one who was spoiled growing up, Kent, if you got to
have this every day of your life. I'm jealous. Your mom is smart, savvy,
beautiful and can cook meals that are to die for. Yup, definitely
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were flirting with my
wife," Jonathan drawled, leaning back in his chair, fighting to keep
"And what if he is?" Martha asked archly. "A little
attention is good for a woman's ego."
"You want attention?"
Jonathan grinned, and leaned over to kiss his wife, much to Clark's dismay.
"God, Dad! Take it upstairs, you two!"
Dick tried to keep it in but dammit all, the expression on Clark's face
was priceless. Bursting out into laughter, the older man continued on until
tears ran down his cheeks and he was gasping for breath. "Gawd, your
face... your eyes... buggy... looked like you stepped.... oh God!"
Clark lowered his face into his hands, attempting to hide while his
parents and his lover laughed at him. "I think I'll wash the
dishes," he mumbled, standing and edging around the table, still
avoiding looking at any of them.
Dick glanced at the Kent's, apologizing in advance, and then got up and
crowded behind Clark, wrapping his arms around the taller man's waist and
pressing his cheek to Clark's shoulder. "I only hope we're still as
much in love as you're parents when we've been together that long, Kansas.
Coming from a home where I was raised by a sworn bachelor, I think it's the
greatest thing in the world to still be so in love after so many years of
That felt good and sounded better, and Clark sighed, leaning back into
Dick's embrace. "At least we won't have any kids to embarrass by acting
like that - unless they show up like I did, anyway."
"Or we do what Bruce did and adopt a few. I think I kind of like the
idea - passing on the Kent-Grayson name and teaching them the things our
parents taught us. Like how it's important to make the world a better place.
Besides I bet your parents would love some grandkids eventually, wouldn't
you, Mr. and Mrs. Kent?" he asked looking over his shoulder at Clark's
"We wouldn't complain, but perhaps you two should wait a while
before thinking of doing that." Considering the fact that you've
known each other less then a week, I hope you wait a long time,
Martha thought to herself.
"Geeze, Mom, its not like we were talking about doing that
tomorrow!" Clark laughed, turning in Dick's arms to grin at his
"Yeah, Clark's gotta finish school, get a job and save the world
first," Dick half joked. "Well, finish school and get a job at
least. I've been thinking that I might have to do the same thing too. Bruce
was always a little disappointed that I dropped out of Hudson, maybe it's
time I give college another shot. I've heard Met U has a great criminology
program," Dick put out there, wanting to see what Clark's reaction
would be to the possibility of Dick joining him as a student.
"Really?" Clark's smile was wide and instantaneous. "That
would be so cool! But... your job, your..." He really couldn't say
anything about Dick's nighttime activities yet, so he cut himself off.
"Was this something you'd been thinking about before?" Jonathan
asked, unsure as to how he should feel other then uncomfortable at the speed
with which Dick Grayson was insinuating himself into Clark's life.
"It's been in the back of my mind for some time, Mr. Kent,"
Dick replied honestly, knowing already where the older man was heading with
his line of questioning. "But I will admit to Clark being the catalyst
for my decision. I've been getting... disillusioned with the way BPD does
things. I joined the force thinking I could make a difference, help people,
and save lives. But lately there've been things... lets just say there's a
pretty strong stench of corruption permeating the precinct halls these days
and I want out. It's not what I signed up for.
"And my life is pretty transplantable, besides once I quit the force
I think I'd like to get out of the 'haven for nothing more than safety's
sake. I won't have the badge to protect me from the people I used to haul in
anymore and that sort of information has a way of spreading, you know?"
"Relax, Dad. It's not like Dick's a mad stalker or anything."
Martha smiled at that. "Well, we certainly can't dictate what you do
with your life, Dick, and those are excellent reasons."
"It's something Bruce taught me, that sometimes you just can't
help anymore. Sometimes you have to walk away and let things work themselves
out, no matter how much it might hurt to do so. I won't be bought, I won't
become a dirty cop, and I won't look the other way, so it's time to leave
before my friends become my enemies. This way I can still look myself in the
mirror and still stick to my principles," Dick replied softly.
"Besides, someone needs to look out for Clark in Metropolis and I'm
more than happy to do that," he grinned, squeezing the younger man
again before releasing him and grabbing a dishtowel. "You wash and I
The harvest moon was full and bright overhead, and the heat of the day
had cooled off, leaving the night balmy. Quiet reigned over the countryside
when Dick shut off the motorcycle, and Clark smiled as he removed his
"Well, you survived dinner with my folks, the third degree from
Chloe, and Pete's questions about the women of Gotham. Not bad for a first
day in Smallville."
Dick laughed softly and swung himself off the motorcycle, tugging Clark
along with him. By now the sweepers would have cleaned up Clark's loft so it
should be safe - at least for tonight. Wrapping his arm around his lover's
waist he headed towards the barn. "And I didn't even have to slaughter
a chicken or deal with one of the towns meteor mutants. Yup, I'd have to say
that today was a damn good day."
"Bet tonight is even better though," Clark grinned, letting his
hand slide down to Dick's ass and rest there. "You still haven't seen
my fortress yet."
"Why Mr. Kent, are you going to try and make a move on me in said
fortress?" Dick asked in mock horror, "after introducing me
to your old crush? Lana Lang, hunh? She reminds me of one of those little
mop dogs - white hair everywhere and very yappy, but she seemed nice enough.
"Funny, I would have pictured you with Chloe more than Lana. Lana is
going to be a cheerleader, she's going to go to the college her boyfriend
goes to just to be with him and she's going to end up dropping out once
she's got a ring on her finger and a house to play homemaker in. Chloe's
gonna change the world, just like you, babe," Dick continued to muse as
he let Clark lead him up the stairs to the couch and watched as his lover
threw the shutters open so they could look out at the stars.
Looking around, Dick had to smile. "Your dad really loves you, you
know that, right? This is... amazing Clark. And he did it all for you."
Holding out a hand he patted the cushion next to him. "C'mere, farmboy,
and show me what good ole' country boys do in haylofts!"
"Lana was always sort of unattainable. Whenever I got near her, I
felt like I was going to be sick. Yeah, I had it bad, but the fact that she
wore a meteor rock for a necklace may have accounted for the feeling sick
part." Clark grinned in memory and settled on the couch next to Dick,
pulling the older man into his arms.
"Chloe was always... there. There was a time that I thought I might
feel more, but then things changed between Lex and me, and..." he
trailed off, shrugging. "And I think that country boys do the same
things in haylofts that city boys do behind the bushes in parks or wherever
you go to get privacy." He slid a hand inside Dick's shirt at that;
stroking his fingertips over one flat nipple and feeling it peak.
"Make out, mmm I knew there had to be a commonality between our two
lifestyles somewhere," Dick purred as he arched into his lover's touch.
"And feel free to do that some more, it's very nice," he gasped;
shifting as his jeans suddenly grew a little tighter.
"I like your friends, Clark. I like your town too. I take back all
the teasing about you being from Hooterville. Smallville was the perfect
place for you to grow up. It was where you were meant to be. Your real
parents chose well when they let you fall to Earth," the older man
continued, brushing soft kisses against the tender skin of his lover's
"I may not have thought it all the time, but you're right,"
Clark murmured, letting his head fall back against the couch so that Dick
could continue what he was doing without interruption. Every so often, there
was a sharp rasp of teeth that made Clark shudder, and he dragged his blunt
thumbnail across Dick's nipple in response to it, even as he massaged the
older man's thigh with his free hand.
"Babe, I'm always right, don't you know that yet?" Dick
chuckled against the baby soft skin before he captured some between his
teeth and worried at it for long moments. Placing one last kiss on Clark's
throat, Dick stood and quickly shucked out of his jeans, revealing that he
had, in fact, gone commando that night. Had been sitting next to Clark at
his parents' kitchen table not wearing any underwear at all.
Chuckling at the gasp and the blush as realization dawned, Dick unzipped
Clark and prompted him to lift up, tugging the younger man's jeans and
boxers down to his knees. Returning to the couch, Dick shook his head when
Clark started to lie down and straddled his lover's lap, placing a tiny tube
of lubricant into the younger man's hand.
When Clark blinked up at him owlishly, Dick's smile softened and he bent
to kiss Clark hungrily. Sighing as their lips clung together, Dick
whispered. "My turn tonight, gorgeous. Get me ready?"
Oh fuck, Dick actually wanted him to... He was going to let him...
Clark's brain just about overloaded from this input alone, and his hand
trembled as he took the top off the lube. When he'd been with Lex, he'd done
just about everything - eagerly - but not this, never this.
"Please, God, don't let me come too soon," he muttered, raising
his eyes to meet Dick's and drawing in a shaky breath before squeezing some
of the viscous liquid onto this fingers and trailing them between Dick's
thighs to press against the cleft of his ass.
Shifting slightly, Dick smiled encouragingly and whispered. "If you
do I'll just have to get you hard again won't I?"
Thanking whatever deity had given him the body he had and allowing him
the measure of control over it that Dick had attained, the older man pushed
back minutely, feeling the large, blunt tip of Clark's finger slip inside
him. Taking it slowly, Dick savored the feeling, one he hadn't had since...
since Garth, which was a very long time ago. But it felt right with Clark,
natural and perfect. Pushing back a little more in encouragement, Dick felt
his body adjust and his arousal grow as Clark finally managed to shake off
the daze he seemed to be in for a moment and began to push his finger into
Dick's body deeper and deeper. Panting, Dick let his head fall forward onto
Clark's shoulder and let out a long, voluptuous moan. "So good, more,
Very near having to take Dick up on his suggestion about getting him hard
again, Clark groaned. There was slick heat around his finger, and Dick was
moving, and all he could think of was how this would feel around his cock,
Freezing, he panted, not daring to move until his erection was in a more
- or less - cooperative frame of mind. Finally, he was able to stroke his
free hand down Dick's back, all the while murmuring loving, encouraging
words as he twisted his finger, waiting until Dick was arching into each
move before carefully adding a second.
Dick's mouth opened and he bit down on Clark's shoulder as the second of
his lover's fingers slid inside. Fireworks were exploding in his brain and
his body was trembling with need. Damn, this was... "I love you, Clark
Kent, I love you!" he whispered fervently, his brain overloading on
sensation and Clark hadn't even made it to three fingers yet!
"Me too," Clark rasped, dragging Dick down for another kiss
while he added another finger, crooking them when he felt what he hoped was
his lover's prostate. Considering the reaction he got with that move, he'd
been right on target.
"You - need to tell me when you're - oh God - ready," he
panted, doubting he could last if Dick touched him at all right now.
Knuckles turning white with tension where they gripped the couch on
either side of Clark's head, Dick could only gasp and nod as he rode his
lover's fingers, the moans turning into yelps of pleasure as those long,
thick digits would rake over his prostate again and again until with a
panted groan he begged, "Now, Clark, oh jesus, fuck me now!"
Realizing that if he didn't do as Dick asked - no, commanded, he'd
probably scream the barn down, Clark hastened to obey. "Just, need you
to..." Giving up trying to explain, Clark withdrew his slick fingers
from Dick's ass and bodily lifted the other man so that he could get to his
own cock, spilling most of the lube that was left as he rubbed it into his
Supporting Dick until he was sitting on his thighs, Clark reached out and
took hold of his own cock, holding it upright, begging Dick to move with eye
Lowering himself onto the spike of his lover's cock, Dick let out a
gusting breath as he sank down in increments, taking Clark's girth into him
slowly. "So big," he moaned breathlessly. "So fucking good,
Clark!" When he had at last sunk completely down so that his ass rested
on the backs of the younger man's thighs, Dick simply sat there for long
moments adjusting to the rather sizeable erection buried deep in his ass and
letting Clark gain some semblance of control back before he started to move
The sound Clark made was supposed to be one of agreement, but it sounded
more like a fish gasping for breath while on dry land. Dick was all around
him, hot and tight and so fucking amazing he thought he might die from it.
Now there was a thought; 'I'm sorry Mr. And Mrs. Kent, but your son died
while fucking me, you see he'd never done it that way before and...'
An almost hysterical giggle escaped his tightly clenched lips, and Clark
felt himself relax and become aware of more then just the feel of Dick's ass
around his erection. "You feel... whoa..." he breathed, making a
tentative move with his hips as he stroked his hands over Dick's thighs, his
eyes never leaving his lover's face.
"I feel what, sweetheart?" Dick groaned as Clark thrust up
gently. Dick's hands fell from the couch onto Clark's shoulders and he used
them to lever himself up almost to the point where Clark came out of him and
then he lowered himself back down again. His cock was rubbed back and forth
across the younger man's chest with each rise and fall of Dick's hips and it
was driving Dick crazy. "So good, so fucking good," he moaned as
he unconsciously began to clench and unclench his anal muscles around
Clark's thick shaft.
"W-what you said." Sentences were iffy at this point as
conscious thought was spiraling down into a black hole somewhere in the
distance, but he managed to move. A thrust upward, and Dick was shuddering,
his muscles tightening down before relaxing.
"Want to feel you, see you, touch you," he chanted, sliding one
hand inward to circle and stroke Dick's cock, trying to keep the same rhythm
as their bodies but not quite achieving it.
"Clark, Jesus!" Dick yelped as his body kicked into high gear.
He was so fucking close and Clark's hand was just the extra he needed to
send him over the edge. With a shuddering moan Dick's body stiffened, his
fingers dug into the deceptively soft flesh of Clark's shoulders and his
cock sent ropes of hot white semen spurting out between their slapping
bellies even as all his muscles clamped down in the rictus of extreme
If this had been electric before, now it was incandescent. Clark could
feel Dick coming, his cock being massaged by the tight channel around it as
his stomach was heated by the creamy liquid. Pleasure exploded, making black
patches blossom in his vision, and Clark arched upward, actually taking both
of them off the couch as he came, somehow managing not to scream and alert
Long moments later Dick raised his head from where it rested on Clark's
shoulders and managed to open his eyes enough to look around. "By the
way, lover, we're floating," he said as nonchalantly as possible,
feeling much too lazy and sated to care. It had been one of the most intense
orgasms he'd had to date and damned if he wanted to ruin the mood by
actually thinking about the implications of Clark being able to
"Hhm? Oh." The moment Clark's attention turned to the
phenomenon, it vanished, and they both dropped the twelve inches that
separated them from the sofa. "It happens some times, still haven't
figured out how or why." He shrugged, having accepted it as just one
more of the weird things he could do.
"Cool. Kori's people could fly, I wonder if yours could too. Maybe
it's an early manifestation of flight ability. I'll have to call Bruce when
I can think again and see if any of his acquaintances might be able to shed
some light on your abilities. There's gotta be someone in the JLA who has
had a similar manifestation of ability.
"But later, right now I just want to snuggle. You're warm and you
smell so good," Dick sighed, his eyes closing and his arms wrapping
loosely around Clark's shoulders, the younger man's cock still impaling him,
"And you make the perfect blanket," Clark sighed, stroking a
hand down Dick's back and shifting them to make the smaller man more
Something Dick had said was tugging at his brain, and he had to ask.
"What did Kori look like? Anything like me?"
"'Fraid not, babe. Well you do have height in common but that's it.
I can show you a picture when we get back to Bludhaven if you'd like. I
think I might have an album around somewhere. You look far more human than
she ever did without the use of glamour. And since I know you aren't
enchanted... " Dick trailed off, groaning and feeling strangely bereft
and empty when Clark finally slipped out of him.
"How much shit would we get in if we slept out here tonight?"
he asked plaintively. The last thing he wanted was to sleep without the
younger man's arms around him tonight. He needed Clark far too desperately
to let him go just yet. Needed him on almost a molecular level.
"Oh." It had been wishful thinking, but nice to imagine, if
just for one moment, that he wasn't alone here. Then Dick was moving and
talking, and Clark smiled. He wasn't alone. He had his parents, he had his
friends, and now he had Dick, and that was more important then finding a
planetful of his ancestors, because, through them, he had love.
"As for the level of shit... it would fertilize the garden for
years, trust me."
"Damn, I was afraid you'd say that," Dick sighed. "Which
means we'd better get moving before we fall asleep out here." Dick was
rather proud that his voice sounded perfectly calm and collected when inside
he was a mass of trembling nerves. All he wanted to do was curl up in
Clark's arms and stay there for a decade or two. It was unlike him to feel
this needy but it had been a long time since he'd let another man
make love to him and it had never mattered as much as this had. "Oh
well, we'll be home tomorrow, I can survive until then... I think," he
even managed to joke.
Sensing Dick's inner turmoil, Clark felt a surge of protectiveness.
"We don't have to move yet. It's not like I have a curfew and there
weren't any lights on upstairs when we came back so I think Mom and Dad are
asleep. We can stay as long as you want, just have to get inside before
dawn. A night without sleep won't hurt me."
"No, Clark," Dick replied with a shake of his head and a soft
smile. "I won't play you against your parents. Their house, their
rules, I understand that. But thank you, lover, for being willing to do
that. It means everything," the older man continued, levering himself
up and off the oh so comfortable body beneath him. "I'll be content to
dream of tomorrow when I've got you in my bed, in our bed, for as long as I
can possibly imagine."
"Dick..." Clark began, before stopping and considering pouting
when his lover moved away from him. It was a very effective weapon,
but was it fair to use it right now? Probably not.
He sighed and sat up, stretching and handing Dick some Kleenex from a box
that had been under the couch. Seeing the older man's expression, he flushed
and shrugged. "Never know when you'll need them."
"My boy scout," Dick chuckled, tousling Clark's hair.
"Always prepared. Who'd have guessed that it could be so darn
sexy?" the older man continued as he began to wipe their exertions from
his stomach before slipping back into Clark's shirt and pulling up his jeans
to at least appear decent as the walked across to the house, even if he did
leave them undone.
He failed to see the need when he'd just strip them off and crawl into
the double bed in the Kent guest room, Clark's shirt wrapped around him.
Maybe he'd even steal one of the younger man's pillows to hug. The puppy dog
eyes would have Clark eating out of the palm of his hand. "C'mon, sexy,
time to get some sleep."
"Boy scout, huh? Maybe I'll call myself that if I decide to save the
world some day," Clark chuckled, dropping the soiled tissues in the
wastebasket before getting dressed, removing the plastic bag from the bin
and taking it with them so his mom wouldn't have to find it.
"And see, all this clean living is wearing you out." Clark's
smugness was ruined when he yawned. "Me too, or maybe it's just you
doing that. Bed now, and back to Bludhaven tomorrow?"
"Yup, sounds like a plan. After you give me one of your pillows so I
can sleep tonight," Dick replied with a grin. "You wouldn't want
me to have a sleepless night, now would you?"
"Big baby," Clark laughed, sliding his arm around Dick's waist
and pulling him into a hug after they'd gotten down the stairs. "Yes,
you can have my pillow, and tomorrow night you can use me for a pillow -
"Mmmm, sounds wonderful. Actually it sounds perfect. Just like
you," Dick replied, his own arm wrapping around Clark's waist.
"Who'd a thought... a boy from the country and a boy from the big, bad
city... Hey, we can be 'Westside Story' for gay couples everywhere! There's
a place for us, somewhere a place for us," Dick began to warble much to
"Dick!" Torn between clapping his hands over his ears and the
other man's mouth, Clark chose the second for fear he'd wake his parents.
"God, you are so bad!" he laughed, giving Dick a kiss just to shut
"But you love me anyways," the older man mumbled underneath
Clark's hand, his tongue flicking back and forth across the salty skin.
"Just like I love you. C'mon babe, almost time to go home again,"
Dick grinned, backing away from Clark's hand.
"Damn good thing I do or you'd be in the pond about now," Clark
chuckled, snagging Dick's wrist before tangling their fingers together for
the short walk back to the house. "And I don't know about you, but I'm
getting the feeling that anywhere you are is home."
"Guess there really is some powerful truth to the old adage 'home is
where the heart is'," Dick admitted, feeling a little schmoopy and not
caring in the least. "And since you're my heart, I guess that would
make you my home as well. Here, in Metropolis, hell even in the freakin'
North Pole if that's where you needed to be. So long as we're together I'll
always have my home."
"Even in Smallville, Kansas?" Clark asked, smiling a bit, but
feeling as if his heart was going to overload on emotion soon.
"Even in a galaxy far, far away," Dick rejoined, paraphrasing
the opening line of the movie that changed sci fi/fantasy forever. "I
would love you in a box, I would love you on the rocks, I would love you
deep in space, I will love you anyplace," the older man continued,
laughing at the lightness in his heart. "I will love you whatever you
endeavor, I promise you Clark Kent, I'm going to love you forever."
Swamped with emotion again, and wondering if he was going to laugh or cry,
and horrified at the thought of the latter, Clark hugged Dick close.
"Fruitcake," he muttered in the older man's ear. "I love you
even if your rhymes are worse than Dr Seuss on acid."
"Yeah but I'm your fruitcake, Kent," Dick replied
laughing. "All sides of me, the fruitcake, the lover, the vigilante,
the peacekeeper, the friend, and even the poet on acid. They're all yours
now and life as you know it will never be the same again. Because now you
have a partner. In everything."
"And this is bad how?" Clark loosened his hold on Dick so that
they could walk up the stairs. "You accepted me, all of me, and you
still love me. How can I do any less for all of you?" He paused, and
gave a small grin. "Even the poet on acid."
"Good answer, Hooterville, good answer!"
"Though that name..." Clark tried to look menacing, but knew he
wouldn't part with the nick-name for anything and he grinned as he grabbed
his pillow, handing it to Dick.
"That name will always remind me of the night we met; the night when
a macho big city crime fighter was completely unmasked from the boy next
door from outer space. The night everything in my life began to work right
again," Dick smiled, kissing Clark softly on his lips before slipping
into the spare bedroom. "Dream sweet dreams of me."
"Couldn't be anything but," Clark murmured, waiting until the
door closed to go into his own room.