Fic: Meet The Farmers
Title: Meet The Farmers
Author: chauve_sourit
Characters: Bruce, Clark, Martha Kent and other extras
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, more or less
Warning: not beta-ed - point and I’ll rush to correct
Disclaimer: the boys aren’t mine, the story is
Words: 1026
Summary: Bruce’s first outing (awful pun, I know) to Kansas
"Don’t worry, mom. We won't be long, there’s just something I wanted to show Bruce."
With that, Clark gently shoved Bruce, who couldn’t help but noticing the knowing twinkle in Martha Kent’s eyes before she closed the door.
Bruce was confused but he figured that wherever Clark wanted to take him couldn’t be more surprising than this whole evening that lay behind him. Good as it was, it was definitely… different.
Bruce had never been to Kansas.
Well, of course, he’d sat foot in the state, but never had he seen what people associate with it when they talked about real Kansas. Cornfields, farms, animals - all these things were strangely foreign to the billionaire who had joked that a cow in HD looked so much more real than the ones he got to see on the Kent farm.
Martha had made a point in inviting both of them to her birthday party and while Clark had been excited right from the start, Bruce couldn’t be helped but dread the occasion of showing up at a farmers’ party. The tabloid playboy. In a barn. With his… well, boyfriend seemed like the appropriate term. After all they had been going out for 8 months. Yet still, Bruce was afraid of the looks and gossip that would surely enough surround them. If it wasn’t the mere fact that the farmboy brought home another man instead of Mitsy, the next door neighbor’s daughter, they would certainly not find him appropriate. Instead of rural Kansas, he figured, he could just as well be on his way to Amish country.
But somehow Clark had managed to convince him that his mom would be disappointed, if not insulted, if Bruce refused to join. The Man of Steel planned to “keep him around”, as Clark liked to put it, so the notorious meeting with the neighbors was inevitable anyway.
However, the evening had not gone quite as Bruce had envisioned.
Of course, in the countryside, birthdays are big, so Clark had prepared him for 60-something guests, which supposedly circumscribed only “the smallest circle of friends”.
Bruce tried to keep the names straight, but his attention was mainly occupied by what he hoped was making a good impression. When a man approached the two of them, unruly hair, clad in a bib overall and a flannell shirt, Bruce who dealt with GEOs on a daily (no to mention the Joker on a nightly) basis, started sweating. Under a thick moustache, the farmer nodded towards him, “You that rich kid from Gotham?”
Clark had noticed his friend’s discomfort and quickly rushed to explain, “Yes, Wally, this is Bruce. Bruce Wayne.”
The older man fixated Bruce’s eyes intently. “You better treat the Kent boy well.”
Bruce had a hard time keeping his mouth from dropping to the floor, but Clark just grinned, patted this Wally guy on the back and saw him wander off towards the kitchen.
And this was how the rest of the evening had gone. Instead of hatred and questioning looks, the couple was welcomed with a dozen of “Finally he found someone.”, and “Whoa, this one’s a keeper.”
By the end of the night, Bruce had not accomplished his goal to remember at least 5 names, but he was relaxed and didn’t protest when Clark suggested going outside for some fresh air.
And here they were now, walking away from the farm towards the fields, as the music from the barn became more and more faint. Bruce wasn’t sure what exactly they were looking for and Clark’s eyes were directed towards the sky, so he was wondering if there was indeed a goal to this walk.
An abrupt halt and Clark’s whisper gave an answer to this question. “Here it is.”
Bruce followed his eyes but couldn’t make out anything remarkable but the starry sky. In fact, this was remarkable in and by itself because he never got to see this many stars in the big city, but he wasn’t sure if that was all Clark had been up to, showing him some stars.
“You see the two big ones, then a whole, and then another one?”, Clark asked, pointing towards the sky. Bruce had always had trouble with seeing things like shapes in clouds and figures in stars, so he was surprised when he was able to see what Clark referred to.
“You mean, the blue-ish glistering ones? Yeah.”
“That hole there in the chain… that’s where Krypton was.”, Clark’s voice dropped.
Bruce averted his gaze from the sky and looked into his lovers eyes, “I’m sorry.” He knew how incredibly little and dumb his words sounded. As similar as their situation was when compared to other men, as different it felt now.
Stroking the taller man’s neck, Clark continued, “On day’s like today, I can’t help but think of my real mom, imagine what she was like. And I wish I could have introduced you to my family up there. But of course, if things hadn’t happened the way they did, I would not be here tonight. With you, I mean. Does that sound silly?”
“Not at all.”, Bruce whispered, closing the gap between their faces and inviting the Kryptonian for a long kiss, that quickly turned into heated passion as both men gave into the temptation of the rough countryside and a night that seemed to belong to nothing and nobody but them.
----
“Thank you.”, Clark mumbled, in what can only correctly be described as afterglow. “I know you were hesitant to come out here with me tonight.”
Bruce’s head lay on top of Clark’s chest, idly stroking a pattern on his lover’s stomach. “No. Thank you. For showing me your home, both of them. And this wonderful sky. I think we should come out here more often, you never get to see a sky this clear in either Gotham or Metropolis. It’s beautiful.”, Bruce said dreamily, now searching for Clark’s eyes.
Clark ran his fingers through thick hair- “I’m glad you like the view.”
“I’m quite attached.”, Bruce smiled. And he wasn’t looking at the stars anymore.
Author: chauve_sourit
Characters: Bruce, Clark, Martha Kent and other extras
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, more or less
Warning: not beta-ed - point and I’ll rush to correct
Disclaimer: the boys aren’t mine, the story is
Words: 1026
Summary: Bruce’s first outing (awful pun, I know) to Kansas
"Don’t worry, mom. We won't be long, there’s just something I wanted to show Bruce."
With that, Clark gently shoved Bruce, who couldn’t help but noticing the knowing twinkle in Martha Kent’s eyes before she closed the door.
Bruce was confused but he figured that wherever Clark wanted to take him couldn’t be more surprising than this whole evening that lay behind him. Good as it was, it was definitely… different.
Bruce had never been to Kansas.
Well, of course, he’d sat foot in the state, but never had he seen what people associate with it when they talked about real Kansas. Cornfields, farms, animals - all these things were strangely foreign to the billionaire who had joked that a cow in HD looked so much more real than the ones he got to see on the Kent farm.
Martha had made a point in inviting both of them to her birthday party and while Clark had been excited right from the start, Bruce couldn’t be helped but dread the occasion of showing up at a farmers’ party. The tabloid playboy. In a barn. With his… well, boyfriend seemed like the appropriate term. After all they had been going out for 8 months. Yet still, Bruce was afraid of the looks and gossip that would surely enough surround them. If it wasn’t the mere fact that the farmboy brought home another man instead of Mitsy, the next door neighbor’s daughter, they would certainly not find him appropriate. Instead of rural Kansas, he figured, he could just as well be on his way to Amish country.
But somehow Clark had managed to convince him that his mom would be disappointed, if not insulted, if Bruce refused to join. The Man of Steel planned to “keep him around”, as Clark liked to put it, so the notorious meeting with the neighbors was inevitable anyway.
However, the evening had not gone quite as Bruce had envisioned.
Of course, in the countryside, birthdays are big, so Clark had prepared him for 60-something guests, which supposedly circumscribed only “the smallest circle of friends”.
Bruce tried to keep the names straight, but his attention was mainly occupied by what he hoped was making a good impression. When a man approached the two of them, unruly hair, clad in a bib overall and a flannell shirt, Bruce who dealt with GEOs on a daily (no to mention the Joker on a nightly) basis, started sweating. Under a thick moustache, the farmer nodded towards him, “You that rich kid from Gotham?”
Clark had noticed his friend’s discomfort and quickly rushed to explain, “Yes, Wally, this is Bruce. Bruce Wayne.”
The older man fixated Bruce’s eyes intently. “You better treat the Kent boy well.”
Bruce had a hard time keeping his mouth from dropping to the floor, but Clark just grinned, patted this Wally guy on the back and saw him wander off towards the kitchen.
And this was how the rest of the evening had gone. Instead of hatred and questioning looks, the couple was welcomed with a dozen of “Finally he found someone.”, and “Whoa, this one’s a keeper.”
By the end of the night, Bruce had not accomplished his goal to remember at least 5 names, but he was relaxed and didn’t protest when Clark suggested going outside for some fresh air.
And here they were now, walking away from the farm towards the fields, as the music from the barn became more and more faint. Bruce wasn’t sure what exactly they were looking for and Clark’s eyes were directed towards the sky, so he was wondering if there was indeed a goal to this walk.
An abrupt halt and Clark’s whisper gave an answer to this question. “Here it is.”
Bruce followed his eyes but couldn’t make out anything remarkable but the starry sky. In fact, this was remarkable in and by itself because he never got to see this many stars in the big city, but he wasn’t sure if that was all Clark had been up to, showing him some stars.
“You see the two big ones, then a whole, and then another one?”, Clark asked, pointing towards the sky. Bruce had always had trouble with seeing things like shapes in clouds and figures in stars, so he was surprised when he was able to see what Clark referred to.
“You mean, the blue-ish glistering ones? Yeah.”
“That hole there in the chain… that’s where Krypton was.”, Clark’s voice dropped.
Bruce averted his gaze from the sky and looked into his lovers eyes, “I’m sorry.” He knew how incredibly little and dumb his words sounded. As similar as their situation was when compared to other men, as different it felt now.
Stroking the taller man’s neck, Clark continued, “On day’s like today, I can’t help but think of my real mom, imagine what she was like. And I wish I could have introduced you to my family up there. But of course, if things hadn’t happened the way they did, I would not be here tonight. With you, I mean. Does that sound silly?”
“Not at all.”, Bruce whispered, closing the gap between their faces and inviting the Kryptonian for a long kiss, that quickly turned into heated passion as both men gave into the temptation of the rough countryside and a night that seemed to belong to nothing and nobody but them.
----
“Thank you.”, Clark mumbled, in what can only correctly be described as afterglow. “I know you were hesitant to come out here with me tonight.”
Bruce’s head lay on top of Clark’s chest, idly stroking a pattern on his lover’s stomach. “No. Thank you. For showing me your home, both of them. And this wonderful sky. I think we should come out here more often, you never get to see a sky this clear in either Gotham or Metropolis. It’s beautiful.”, Bruce said dreamily, now searching for Clark’s eyes.
Clark ran his fingers through thick hair- “I’m glad you like the view.”
“I’m quite attached.”, Bruce smiled. And he wasn’t looking at the stars anymore.