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Tilte Empowerment
Rating 17
Pairing Clark/Bruce
Word count: 2,362
Summary: ''I'm responsible for my own orgasm.''
The rum made Bruce's knees loose, as he sat in the dark in Clark's car. He was terrified the problem might spread to his lips and he would say something stupid. Like, "Take me".
He stole a glance at Clark as he drove down the main road in the dark, his hand draped over the wheel, oblivious to him being there beside him and Bruce felt a little shiver at how close, and how damn sexy Clark was. That was not a good thought so he tried to squelch it, but the fact was that he was in the dark with a powerful man and he was gorgeous.
He squirmed a little again with guilt and pleasure and Clark said ''You OK?
''Sure,” he said. ''Why wouldn't I be?''
“All the rum and coke,” Clark said. “If you're going to throw up let me know and I'll pull over. I just had the car cleaned.''
"Oh that's romantic.''
Clark shot him a startled glance.
“Right’’. They weren't being romantic. See this was what loose lips did for you.
''That's not what I meant. I meant that wasn't polite or something." He closed his eyes. "What's the word I’m looking for?''
"I have no idea,'' Clark said as he slowed down to turn into the farm lane. '' Your thought processes elude me.''
''Oh really?'' he knew that was lame, but he left his verbal skills in the last rum and coke. ''I fail to see why my thought processes are of any interest to you at all.” There.
''Right.'' Clark pulled the car up in front of the porch and cut the ignition; Clark closed his eyes and could hear the crickets chirruping in the darkness.
''You OK?'' he asked, interrupting the crickets. Clark opened his eyes and got out of the car without a word, and went around to his door while he was trying to get his bearings. ''Give me your hand.''
''Why?''
"So you don't fall on your ass.'' Clark said.
He took his hand. It was warm and firm and strong- he almost lifted him out off the car with that one hand alone and when he was standing, he found himself looking into a pair of blue eyes that blocked out the moonlight. "You’re like the eclipse," he said while trying to detour around him.
''I get that all the time.''
He let go and began to walk towards the house, escaping before he did something really stupid.
''Thank you for the ride," he called back over his shoulder. ''You may go now.”
He shivered as the wind rustled through the trees because it was so warm and alive on his skin. When he stopped to feel the breeze he heard the wash of the river and thought how good it would be to cool off. He turned and headed for the path at side of the house.
''A little to the right,'' Clark called after him. ''You're missing the porch."
''All part of my plan,'' he called back, ''Good night.”
''Great," he heard the car door slam behind him.
''Where are you going?” Clark called back at him
''Not your concern.'' he called back. ''I'm not disrupting anybody you can go home now.''
He came around the corner of the house and it was dark, the trees blocking out the moonlight as effectively as Clark had, and he couldn't stop the shiver that went through his body, because he was alone in the gloom.
''What are you doing?'' Clark said from behind him.
He started and tripped over a tree root, and Clark caught his arm before he could fall.
''I told you a million times, I'm going to see the river in the moonlight." He pulled free and headed for the path again has he walked he could hear Clark shouting back
''Oh great. The river, excellent place for a man who can't even walk without falling over."
He stopped as he came into a silvery blue landscape that fell away to the water like a movie set.
''Oh.'' He said and stopped and Clark bumped into him from behind.
''This is beautiful.''
''Yeah.'' Clark said. ''It is."
He turned around so he could look at Clark. "I bet right now you're thinking about how liable you'd be if I drowned.''
''Well, I wasn't until you mentioned it.'' Clark said. ''Please try not to fall in.''
''Maybe I will.'' He turned around and walked backward so he faced Clark while he argued.
''Maybe I'’II just walk right in and see what it feels like.''
''It feels cold and wet.'' Clark said. ''Just like your bathtub, only with stink and fish.'' Clark reached out and grabbed his shirt at his stomach.
''Hey!'' he said but Clark had him stopped in his tracks. ''Two more steps and you'll be wearing fish and stink,'' Clark said calmly.
''We haven't had rain for a while, the river is low."
Clark tugged him closer to him but took a step back at the same time.
''Stay on the grass," Clark told him.
''You're not romantic.'' he said as he pulled Clark's fingers off his shirt.
''I certainly am,'' Clark said, smiling, '' when the occasion calls for it." But this occasion called for the rescue squad.
''Prove it.'' He looked around for a dry place to sit and headed for the dock. No mud here. He stepped up on the dock and kicked his shoes off and sat on the edge. He eased his feet into the cool, cool water, turning his attention back to Clark.
Clark sat on the dock behind him. The sky overhead was dark as velvet, and the moonlight was luminous blue. Why was he out in the moonlight? He jerked his head around to look at Clark. He had stretched out on the dock with his hands behind his head, and was looking at the stars, pretty much ignoring him.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to get Clark's attention,
''I'm responsible for my own orgasm.''
Clark turned his head to look at him for a long moment ''Why'?'
''What do you mean, 'why?' Why would orgasm be your responsibility during oral sex?''
He sat up a little. Clark's tone was matter-of-fact, ''I don't want to talk about this, okay?'' Clark said.
He splashed his feet in the river and tried to think of something else. Talking about oral sex with Clark was not something a smart person would do. If you talked about sex with someone they often took it as a sign you wanted to have some.
He ended back at his question. Of cause he wanted to be responsible for his own orgasm. He was independent and in control of his life. He wasn't about to throw himself at someone and selfishly demand that they satisfy him while he just lay back and enjoyed himself. No that wasn't, right, either.
''It's because I would need to depend on somebody else to give me what I want. And if I take responsibility, then I can't be disappointed with anybody other than me. I have control.''
''You see that as improvement.''
''It's empowering," he said uncertainly. The rum and coke were wearing off. The river still sounded and felt wonderful, but so was the fish stink. Reality was making its appearance.
''Empowering.'' Clark didn't sound impressed.
''It's better than just lying back and hoping for the best.'' He kicked the water
''Ever tried that?” Clark asked, He kicked the water again
''I don't want to talk about this again."
''Okay.” Clark said and went back to watching the stars.
The silence stretched out until all he could think about was Clark was lying behind him.
''Sex isn't important anyway,'' he said loftily. ''Sure it sounds good to just hand everything over to someone else, but that's not how it works in real life.''
''Depends on the version you're using,'' Clark said. "In my version, you have to be careful all the time and you get nothing for free.'' He whispered, ''Especially orgasms.''
''Then you need another version.''
He lost his breath has the silence stretched out again.
''Come here," Clark said, and he felt his voice in the pit of his stomach.
He shook his head.
''You’ve got nothing to lose,'' he told him. "This is your one shot at being selfish. Let somebody take care of you for a change.''
He tried to get his breath back.
''Come here and let me give you an orgasm you don't have to work for.''
The heat spread fast and low in him, and he bit his lip and tried not to feel anything. This is not what you want. But his breath was coming faster and it was want he wanted, Clark was want he wanted. He opened his mouth to say no, but what came out was, ''Why would you want to do that?''
''So I can touch you. I have wanted to since the first time I saw you."
He turned to look at him then and met his eyes, Clark had propped himself up on one elbow, there was no tension anywhere in his body- he closed his eyes because Clark had such a beautiful body.
Clark sat up slowly. ''Okay, not a good idea, let’s just forget-''
''I have to be depraved to say yes,'' he said. His voice sounded thick.
''I have to be ...'' he stopped because he couldn't get the words out Clark watched him for a moment then he leaned closer. ''Wild,'' he said, softly. ''Reckless.''
He was so close, Clark's lips were almost touching him and he knew Clark was going to kiss him. But then Clark whispered, ‘‘Satisfied,'' and Clark bit his lower lip, and the ache made him moan. Then Clark was kissing him, tasting Clark's mouth like it was candy, Clark eased him down onto the dock as he clutched to Clark's shirt and arched into him.
Clark's mouth was hot on his where he was sure it would be cool, and he tasted the beer Clark had been drinking and something else that he thought might be the intoxicating promise of sex. Then Clark put his hands under his shirt and the world swung around. He broke the kiss and tried to catch his breath while he was clinging to Clark.
His hands was hot on Clark’s, and when Clark kissed again, this time teasing his lips with his tongue, he opened on a quick breath and let him take his mouth completely.
This was wrong, he thought, but he couldn’t remember why anything that felt this good would be wrong.
Clark kissed his way down the curve of his neck, into the hollow of his shoulder. Clark has somehow found a nerve there he didn’t know he had and brought it alive as he pressed into him onto the dock with the hard length of his body, and when he rocked under him, he heard Clark suck in his breath and that made him even hotter.
The Clark’s hand was on his thigh, and he felt Clark unbuckle his belt and slide down his pants, and the slipperiness of the fabric and the weight of Clark’s hands and the prickle of his skin made him shudder.
Clark kissed him again and his mouth was as hot has before, his tongue as tantalizing, but his fingers were moving across his hips and he couldn’t concentrate on Clark’s mouth anymore.
Then Clark was easing the elastic of his underwear down, and his finger slide against him, between his legs and he went mindless. He closed his eyes at Clark’s touch and said, ‘’OH’’-too hot to feel embarrassed- and Clark kissed him again as he stroked him over and over. Then Clark slid one finger inside him and made his body jolt from the pure pleasure of it.
‘’Tell me when it feels good,’’ he heard Clark whisperer in his ear and he heard himself say, “Oh My God,’’ and he heard Clark laugh and say, “No, when it feels really good,’’ and moved his finger deeper inside him.
‘’Here?’’ he said, and he shook his head, wanting to tell him that, but instantly Clark said, “Wait,’’ and slipped a second finger in. He moved his fingers until he hit something so good that he jolted against him and said, “Oh, go there.’’
‘’I’II be back.” Clark told him has he slid down his body, shoving his pants and underwear out of the way.
The next thing he knew Clark was taking his dick into his mouth with no problem at all, then two fingers went deep inside him making him crazy from the inside, then a third finger was added.
He gave one fleeting thought to panic, and then he crossed his arms over his eyes and let his body take him where he wanted to go, living in the heat of Clark’s mouth and the rhythm he was building in him and the shudder and shake of his breath the tension in his body twisted tighter inside him.
Clark pressed him down, holding him to the dock has he moved mindlessly against his mouth and hands, letting Clark do all and the pleasure built and built until he felt the first surge in his blood. He cried out in the darkness, shuddering against Clark’s mouth, and Clark brought him back again and again while he did absolutely nothing, and it was glorious.
When Clark finally stopped, he lay there, letting his mind seep back in, feeling every muscle and nerve in his body celebrating. Clark pulled himself up and kissed his stomach and he felt a nerve there jump, he just lay there feeling too damn good to more.
Clark stretch himself out beside him and he rolled his head to look at him,
“It was incredible,’’ he said politely.
Clark looked at him and smiled ‘’I know.’’
He looked at him wanting to kick his ass for being arrogant, but instantly said “I think this is the part where you say something nice about me.”
“Why?’’ Clark said, “You didn’t do anything’’
He smiled at Clark and said “Yet.”
Rating 17
Pairing Clark/Bruce
Word count: 2,362
Summary: ''I'm responsible for my own orgasm.''
The rum made Bruce's knees loose, as he sat in the dark in Clark's car. He was terrified the problem might spread to his lips and he would say something stupid. Like, "Take me".
He stole a glance at Clark as he drove down the main road in the dark, his hand draped over the wheel, oblivious to him being there beside him and Bruce felt a little shiver at how close, and how damn sexy Clark was. That was not a good thought so he tried to squelch it, but the fact was that he was in the dark with a powerful man and he was gorgeous.
He squirmed a little again with guilt and pleasure and Clark said ''You OK?
''Sure,” he said. ''Why wouldn't I be?''
“All the rum and coke,” Clark said. “If you're going to throw up let me know and I'll pull over. I just had the car cleaned.''
"Oh that's romantic.''
Clark shot him a startled glance.
“Right’’. They weren't being romantic. See this was what loose lips did for you.
''That's not what I meant. I meant that wasn't polite or something." He closed his eyes. "What's the word I’m looking for?''
"I have no idea,'' Clark said as he slowed down to turn into the farm lane. '' Your thought processes elude me.''
''Oh really?'' he knew that was lame, but he left his verbal skills in the last rum and coke. ''I fail to see why my thought processes are of any interest to you at all.” There.
''Right.'' Clark pulled the car up in front of the porch and cut the ignition; Clark closed his eyes and could hear the crickets chirruping in the darkness.
''You OK?'' he asked, interrupting the crickets. Clark opened his eyes and got out of the car without a word, and went around to his door while he was trying to get his bearings. ''Give me your hand.''
''Why?''
"So you don't fall on your ass.'' Clark said.
He took his hand. It was warm and firm and strong- he almost lifted him out off the car with that one hand alone and when he was standing, he found himself looking into a pair of blue eyes that blocked out the moonlight. "You’re like the eclipse," he said while trying to detour around him.
''I get that all the time.''
He let go and began to walk towards the house, escaping before he did something really stupid.
''Thank you for the ride," he called back over his shoulder. ''You may go now.”
He shivered as the wind rustled through the trees because it was so warm and alive on his skin. When he stopped to feel the breeze he heard the wash of the river and thought how good it would be to cool off. He turned and headed for the path at side of the house.
''A little to the right,'' Clark called after him. ''You're missing the porch."
''All part of my plan,'' he called back, ''Good night.”
''Great," he heard the car door slam behind him.
''Where are you going?” Clark called back at him
''Not your concern.'' he called back. ''I'm not disrupting anybody you can go home now.''
He came around the corner of the house and it was dark, the trees blocking out the moonlight as effectively as Clark had, and he couldn't stop the shiver that went through his body, because he was alone in the gloom.
''What are you doing?'' Clark said from behind him.
He started and tripped over a tree root, and Clark caught his arm before he could fall.
''I told you a million times, I'm going to see the river in the moonlight." He pulled free and headed for the path again has he walked he could hear Clark shouting back
''Oh great. The river, excellent place for a man who can't even walk without falling over."
He stopped as he came into a silvery blue landscape that fell away to the water like a movie set.
''Oh.'' He said and stopped and Clark bumped into him from behind.
''This is beautiful.''
''Yeah.'' Clark said. ''It is."
He turned around so he could look at Clark. "I bet right now you're thinking about how liable you'd be if I drowned.''
''Well, I wasn't until you mentioned it.'' Clark said. ''Please try not to fall in.''
''Maybe I will.'' He turned around and walked backward so he faced Clark while he argued.
''Maybe I'’II just walk right in and see what it feels like.''
''It feels cold and wet.'' Clark said. ''Just like your bathtub, only with stink and fish.'' Clark reached out and grabbed his shirt at his stomach.
''Hey!'' he said but Clark had him stopped in his tracks. ''Two more steps and you'll be wearing fish and stink,'' Clark said calmly.
''We haven't had rain for a while, the river is low."
Clark tugged him closer to him but took a step back at the same time.
''Stay on the grass," Clark told him.
''You're not romantic.'' he said as he pulled Clark's fingers off his shirt.
''I certainly am,'' Clark said, smiling, '' when the occasion calls for it." But this occasion called for the rescue squad.
''Prove it.'' He looked around for a dry place to sit and headed for the dock. No mud here. He stepped up on the dock and kicked his shoes off and sat on the edge. He eased his feet into the cool, cool water, turning his attention back to Clark.
Clark sat on the dock behind him. The sky overhead was dark as velvet, and the moonlight was luminous blue. Why was he out in the moonlight? He jerked his head around to look at Clark. He had stretched out on the dock with his hands behind his head, and was looking at the stars, pretty much ignoring him.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to get Clark's attention,
''I'm responsible for my own orgasm.''
Clark turned his head to look at him for a long moment ''Why'?'
''What do you mean, 'why?' Why would orgasm be your responsibility during oral sex?''
He sat up a little. Clark's tone was matter-of-fact, ''I don't want to talk about this, okay?'' Clark said.
He splashed his feet in the river and tried to think of something else. Talking about oral sex with Clark was not something a smart person would do. If you talked about sex with someone they often took it as a sign you wanted to have some.
He ended back at his question. Of cause he wanted to be responsible for his own orgasm. He was independent and in control of his life. He wasn't about to throw himself at someone and selfishly demand that they satisfy him while he just lay back and enjoyed himself. No that wasn't, right, either.
''It's because I would need to depend on somebody else to give me what I want. And if I take responsibility, then I can't be disappointed with anybody other than me. I have control.''
''You see that as improvement.''
''It's empowering," he said uncertainly. The rum and coke were wearing off. The river still sounded and felt wonderful, but so was the fish stink. Reality was making its appearance.
''Empowering.'' Clark didn't sound impressed.
''It's better than just lying back and hoping for the best.'' He kicked the water
''Ever tried that?” Clark asked, He kicked the water again
''I don't want to talk about this again."
''Okay.” Clark said and went back to watching the stars.
The silence stretched out until all he could think about was Clark was lying behind him.
''Sex isn't important anyway,'' he said loftily. ''Sure it sounds good to just hand everything over to someone else, but that's not how it works in real life.''
''Depends on the version you're using,'' Clark said. "In my version, you have to be careful all the time and you get nothing for free.'' He whispered, ''Especially orgasms.''
''Then you need another version.''
He lost his breath has the silence stretched out again.
''Come here," Clark said, and he felt his voice in the pit of his stomach.
He shook his head.
''You’ve got nothing to lose,'' he told him. "This is your one shot at being selfish. Let somebody take care of you for a change.''
He tried to get his breath back.
''Come here and let me give you an orgasm you don't have to work for.''
The heat spread fast and low in him, and he bit his lip and tried not to feel anything. This is not what you want. But his breath was coming faster and it was want he wanted, Clark was want he wanted. He opened his mouth to say no, but what came out was, ''Why would you want to do that?''
''So I can touch you. I have wanted to since the first time I saw you."
He turned to look at him then and met his eyes, Clark had propped himself up on one elbow, there was no tension anywhere in his body- he closed his eyes because Clark had such a beautiful body.
Clark sat up slowly. ''Okay, not a good idea, let’s just forget-''
''I have to be depraved to say yes,'' he said. His voice sounded thick.
''I have to be ...'' he stopped because he couldn't get the words out Clark watched him for a moment then he leaned closer. ''Wild,'' he said, softly. ''Reckless.''
He was so close, Clark's lips were almost touching him and he knew Clark was going to kiss him. But then Clark whispered, ‘‘Satisfied,'' and Clark bit his lower lip, and the ache made him moan. Then Clark was kissing him, tasting Clark's mouth like it was candy, Clark eased him down onto the dock as he clutched to Clark's shirt and arched into him.
Clark's mouth was hot on his where he was sure it would be cool, and he tasted the beer Clark had been drinking and something else that he thought might be the intoxicating promise of sex. Then Clark put his hands under his shirt and the world swung around. He broke the kiss and tried to catch his breath while he was clinging to Clark.
His hands was hot on Clark’s, and when Clark kissed again, this time teasing his lips with his tongue, he opened on a quick breath and let him take his mouth completely.
This was wrong, he thought, but he couldn’t remember why anything that felt this good would be wrong.
Clark kissed his way down the curve of his neck, into the hollow of his shoulder. Clark has somehow found a nerve there he didn’t know he had and brought it alive as he pressed into him onto the dock with the hard length of his body, and when he rocked under him, he heard Clark suck in his breath and that made him even hotter.
The Clark’s hand was on his thigh, and he felt Clark unbuckle his belt and slide down his pants, and the slipperiness of the fabric and the weight of Clark’s hands and the prickle of his skin made him shudder.
Clark kissed him again and his mouth was as hot has before, his tongue as tantalizing, but his fingers were moving across his hips and he couldn’t concentrate on Clark’s mouth anymore.
Then Clark was easing the elastic of his underwear down, and his finger slide against him, between his legs and he went mindless. He closed his eyes at Clark’s touch and said, ‘’OH’’-too hot to feel embarrassed- and Clark kissed him again as he stroked him over and over. Then Clark slid one finger inside him and made his body jolt from the pure pleasure of it.
‘’Tell me when it feels good,’’ he heard Clark whisperer in his ear and he heard himself say, “Oh My God,’’ and he heard Clark laugh and say, “No, when it feels really good,’’ and moved his finger deeper inside him.
‘’Here?’’ he said, and he shook his head, wanting to tell him that, but instantly Clark said, “Wait,’’ and slipped a second finger in. He moved his fingers until he hit something so good that he jolted against him and said, “Oh, go there.’’
‘’I’II be back.” Clark told him has he slid down his body, shoving his pants and underwear out of the way.
The next thing he knew Clark was taking his dick into his mouth with no problem at all, then two fingers went deep inside him making him crazy from the inside, then a third finger was added.
He gave one fleeting thought to panic, and then he crossed his arms over his eyes and let his body take him where he wanted to go, living in the heat of Clark’s mouth and the rhythm he was building in him and the shudder and shake of his breath the tension in his body twisted tighter inside him.
Clark pressed him down, holding him to the dock has he moved mindlessly against his mouth and hands, letting Clark do all and the pleasure built and built until he felt the first surge in his blood. He cried out in the darkness, shuddering against Clark’s mouth, and Clark brought him back again and again while he did absolutely nothing, and it was glorious.
When Clark finally stopped, he lay there, letting his mind seep back in, feeling every muscle and nerve in his body celebrating. Clark pulled himself up and kissed his stomach and he felt a nerve there jump, he just lay there feeling too damn good to more.
Clark stretch himself out beside him and he rolled his head to look at him,
“It was incredible,’’ he said politely.
Clark looked at him and smiled ‘’I know.’’
He looked at him wanting to kick his ass for being arrogant, but instantly said “I think this is the part where you say something nice about me.”
“Why?’’ Clark said, “You didn’t do anything’’
He smiled at Clark and said “Yet.”