SuperBat Secret Santa fic: Stolen Moments 2 - Is Enough (Mature humor)

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Title: Stolen Moments 2 - Is Enough {from tumblr, also at AO3}
Rating: R (Mature)
Pairing/Characters: Superman/Batman and most of the SuperBat family.
Genre: fluff, crack
Word Count: 1450
Summary: Bruce and Clark try to share a relaxing bubble bath together. Operative word: try.
Author's Notes: Another SuperBat Secret Santa ficlet for angelcamael! I didn't sign up as pinch-hitter until after Christmas so I tried to make up for the lateness by doing as many prompts as possible :)
Disclaimer: Superman, Batman, and all related characters are not mine! (I only wish).



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“Looks like we’re pretty much done here,” Superman says as they survey the scorched countryside, firefighters dousing the last of the bushfire while paramedics treat the locals for minor injuries and smoke inhalation. Flash is off talking to the Australian news crews, but even more press vans are arriving now that reports of the Justice League’s intervention are getting out.  “Listen, I’ve got a couple hours left before I need to head in to The Planet. Why don’t you head back to the Manor while I help Flash deal with the press? Get a warm bath going or something?” Superman murmurs out of the side of his mouth.

Bruce fights down a grin at the thought. He’s sore and sweaty all over, and while a hot shower in the cave would be just as an effective remedy, his tub is big enough for two. And after three weeks of being too busy to see each other, (and after the exotic bouquet of alien flowers Clark had presented him with earlier upon returning from off-world), Bruce is just about willing to indulge any of Clark’s requests right now.

Half an hour later, Bruce is sinking into a hot bubble-bath with a grateful groan. Batman rarely ever concedes an argument to Superman, but Bruce has to give this one to Clark – a hot bath is a much better remedy for aching muscles than a punishing hot-shower. In fact, Bruce wonders if the suggestion was more for his benefit than it was for Clark’s. Highly likely, knowing Clark.

Not that Bruce has any intention of arguing the point. Not now that the soothing heat of the water is working its way into Bruce’s body, the cool breeze coming from the open window a refreshing change from the scorching heat of Australia. When Clark finally joins him, the last thing Bruce intends to do is argue.

Bruce doesn’t have to wait long, a tell-tale whoosh of air signaling Clark’s arrival before Clark is sliding into the tub behind him, pulling him back against his chest and aggressively snuggling him from behind, lavishing his neck with kisses. And if Bruce wasn’t already relaxed enough, soon Clark’s hands join his lips, massaging the last vestiges of tension out of Bruce’s shoulders, following the path of his hands across Bruce’s skin with even more kisses. By the time Clark’s fingers make their way back up to massage Bruce’s scalp, Bruce is so relaxed, he doesn’t even care about the mass of bubbles Clark is consequently piling on top of his head.

“Missed you,” Clark murmurs into his ear.

“Mmm,” Bruce hums in reply, subtly arching his neck for more.

Clark chuckles against the skin there, not missing a thing, and the soft puff of breath across his wet flesh sends a shudder through Bruce’s body… straight to his cock.

“Mmm, welcome home, me,” Clark says when he sees the reaction, a pleased smirk forming against Bruce’s neck. The path of Clark’s fingers start venturing downward, snaking around Bruce’s body–

“Master Bruce, I’ve brought a fresh towel– Oh my word! I apologize, sirs! I’ll just… leave this here for you then,” Alfred says, making a hasty exit.

But not before arching an eyebrow at the pile of bubbles on Bruce’s head.

“Well,” Clark chuckles when they’re alone again. “That was awkward.”

Bruce glares. “You didn’t hear him coming?”

“I’m sorry, Bruce,” Clark replies, immediately contrite. “I didn’t think he’d actually come in. And I was a little pre-occupied,” he murmurs, gaze raking over Bruce’s body.

“Hmm, yes,” Bruce smirks, leaning back against Clark’s chest. “Where were we?”

“I think we were right… about… h–“

“Father, are you finished yet? I’ve just discovered that– Blegh. Honestly, Father. A bubble-bath? How trite. Ugh. Nevermind. I’ll come back when the alien is gone.”

“Oh dear God,” Clark slaps a hand to his face in embarrassment, and this time Bruce is the one who chuckles. “Well I suppose it would be too much to expect that Damian would knock first,” Clark says, giving him a wry grin.

“Sorry,” Bruce murmurs, turning around to straddle him. “It’s a house full of boys. We don’t really worry about walking into each others’ bathrooms.

“Talk about a mood-killer,” Clark sighs, slumping back against the tub.

“Oh, I think we can find our way back to where we were,” Bruce smirks, slithering sinuously through the water and pressing close. Clark hisses as their cocks slide together, and he grabs onto Bruce’s hips, guiding him into a rhythm that quickly has them hardening again, when–

“Hey, Bruce, what’s got the kid all worked up this time? Oh! Hah. I get it now. Bubbles are a good look on you, Bruce. Hi, Clark,”

“Hi, Dick,” Clark replies from where he’s buried his face in Bruce chest, and Bruce can actually feel Clark’s cheeks flushing with heat against his skin.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, Clark. How ya been?” Dick asks, leaning against the frame of the door.

“Dick,” Bruce grounds out through clenched teeth.

“Huh? Oh yeah, right. Well, have fun, guys. See ya later, Clark!”

“Bye, Dick,” Clark answers weakly.

“…Clark?” Bruce murmurs when Clark doesn’t raise his head. “Clark,” he tries again, running his soapy fingers through Clark’s hair, but Clark just shakes his head, face still pressed into Bruce’s chest.

“Oh My God, it’s true! Someone should take a picture of this. You guys want a rubber-ducky or something? Hah! I wish I’d seen Damian’s face!” Tim exclaims gleefully, cackling as the bathroom door shuts behind him. “Wait ‘til Conner hears about this!”

Clark groans.

Bruce can’t help but chuckle again. “Sorry, Clark. I’d lock the door, but that wouldn’t really stop them either.”

“Is Jason in town, too?” Clark asks meekly, face still buried in Bruce’s chest.

“No. That’s the last of them.”

“Good,” Clark sighs in relief, finally lifting his head.

“Hi,” Bruce murmurs, and Clark smiles up at him in return. Leaning down, Bruce presses a soft kiss to Clark’s lips… when Clark’s phone goes off.

Clark sighs, reaching for his phone on the side of the tub. “It’s Kara. I’d better get this,” he says, giving Bruce an apologetic look. Bruce huffs a sigh of his own, leaning back.

“Kal! I heard you were back from off-world. How did it go?” Kara’s excited voice comes through the speaker.

“It went well,” Clark replies, the tension immediately draining out of Clark’s shoulders when it’s obvious there’s no emergency. “I’m sorry, Kara, but I’m with Bruce right now. Can I call you back tomorrow?”

“Oh, yeah sure, of course, Kal. We’ll talk tomorrow. Hi to Bruce.”

And Clark’s barely even hung up when the phone is ringing again.

“Hi, Ma.”

“Clark, honey. I saw you on the news. Why didn’t you call me when you got back?”

“Sorry, Ma. I was just taking the opportunity to spend some time with Bruce.“

“Oh, is Bruce with you now? Is he alright?”

“Yes, Ma. He’s fine. We’re both fine,” Clark replies, sinking further down into the tub. Bruce sighs, leaning back on the opposite side as he waits for Clark to finish his conversation. Unfortunately it takes longer for Ma Kent to take the hint than his cousin, but at least she doesn’t ask to put Bruce on the line as well this time.

“That’s everyone, right?” Bruce says when Clark finally manages to get off the phone.

“I hope so,” Clark says wearily.

“Think we can salvage our night?”

“Worth a try,” Clark replies. “I’ve still got some time before I have to head into work,” he says, his foot sliding up the inside of Bruce’s thigh.

“Excuse me, sirs. But I’ve brought an extra towel for Master Clark.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” Bruce sighs.

“I think I’m just going to go,” Clark says, climbing out of the tub.

“Yes, well, the bath was nice, at least. Thank you for the suggestion,” Bruce says, climbing out of the tub as well.

“Oh,” Clark smiles, pleased. “You liked it?”

Bruce nods. “We should try it again sometime.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Clark replies wryly, reaching for the towel Alfred left him. “But it was nice to be able to spend some time with you, in any case.”

“Yes,” Bruce replies, reaching up to caress Clark’s cheek. “I missed you as well,” he adds softly, leaning in to press their lips together.

“Sorry to interrupt, ‘B’,” Oracle’s voice fills the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, “But I thought ‘S’ would like to know there’s a situation developing in Metropolis.”

“I’ll have a talk with the family about boundaries,” Bruce sighs.

“Thank you,” Clark says into Bruce’s neck.

~ fin

For the prompt: Clark and Bruce try to share a relaxing bubble bath together but keep getting interrupted by the various members of the Bat family and Super family.