No Rest For The Wicked

“Go away.” Bruce spoke, his voice groggy from a full day of work and a night full of lurking in the shadows. Taking it as an invite, Kal-El opened the window and floated inside, closing it silently behind him before walking to stand beside Bruce.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” He questioned as Bruce opened his eyes, looking up to see Kal-El crouching beside his bed, staring at him from too close. “Back up.” Kal shook his head. “I like the view from here.” Bruce huffed, turning onto his other side instead, knowing the guy wouldn’t move.

“Go home, Kal-El. I have to be up early tomorrow.” It couldn’t be more than one in the morning and Kal didn’t need sleep. What Kal needed was to engrave Bruce’s image into his brain, to be able to remember him in extreme detail when he couldn’t come to Gotham to see him.

“I don’t want to. I wanted to see you.” He spoke honestly, not noticing the way Bruce’s body tensed. No one had ever been this persistent. Kal had been following him for months now, using any opportunity to talk to him—be near him. “Stop it, Kal. Go home.” Bruce didn’t want to think too much into this. Especially not with how Kal’s touch felt like electricity on his skin or how his voice was like a cooling balm over a burn.

“Open your eyes, Bruce. Please.” Without a thought, he did just that. Clark was lying next to him now, their noses just a centimeter away. Bruce took in a shaking breath as he took in the sight of Kal’s bright blue eyes. It was like seeing the sky on the brightest mornings during the summer.

“Let me in. I won’t stop until you do.” He knew what Kal meant, but he wasn’t sure if he could. So he didn’t reply. Instead, he let Kal run his finger over his features. Ruffling his eyebrows, over the bridge of his nose and the swoop of his cheekbones before landing just at the edge of his lips.

They stayed there a second, as cop sirens flew by outside and the silence of the darkness didn’t suffocate them. “Just for tonight.” Bruce’s voice was just above a whisper. Kal nodded, his eyes falling so deeply in Bruce’s storming grays, like he rather liked being in the eye of the storm. Getting thrown around in whatever direction it wanted.

With that, their lips touched. It was soft and slow, Bruce letting out a light gasp at the first swipe of lips. He was no virgin, but he’d never felt like this for another person. It was skydiving and he wanted so badly to not pull the parachute open.

Kal scooted closer, his fingers going into Bruce’s soft hair as Bruce wound his around his waist, their hearts beating against one another.

Bruce pressed harder, needier. His eyes scrunching shut as he attempted to meld his lips to Bruce. Not that the larger man was doing much better, pulling Kal as close to his as possible, one hand holding the back of his neck as he swiped his tongue over his lips.

It was then he realized this had to stop before it went too far. If he let himself fall any more, he wouldn’t be able to come back. So, he pulled the parachute open.

He pushed Kal back gently, keeping his eyes closed so as to live in it for just a little longer before opening them again to see Kal’s eyes fogged over like a hungry animal.

“Go home, Kal.” He swallowed, sliding his hands from Kal’s body, leaving himself cold once again as he turned his back to him.

“It won’t just be tonight.” Kal promised, planting a kiss on the back of Bruce’s neck before standing off the bed and opening the window. “I’ll make sure you crave me as much as I crave you at every waking moment.” He flew out after that, letting the cold, wet, Gotham air in.

Look at this!!!!! This lego ideas entry is titled "Summer at the Cottage" and it doesn't mention heated Rivalry, but this is unquestionably the Heated Rivalry house. Lego doesn't want to co-brand with Heated Rivalry as an IP (probably because of their somewhat inconsistently applied brand standards, which exclude sexy stuff), but this is still a super queer build, and if the HR fandom can get it to 10,000 votes, Lego might make it and then, maybe, we can all go to the cottage.

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Need them to be together for a few months and they still barely even kiss on the lips. They so awkward they plan a date for it because Jason is frustated to have Bruce pulling away at the last second.

Now both of them are in Jason’s apartment like two teenagers about to have sex for the first time. They are awkwardly sitting on the couch, not even holding hand.

Their first time is Bruce being too cautious and becoming clumsy to the point Jason is just laughing the whole time. It’s not perfect but damn they laughed and had fun. Bruce getting frustated cause Jason is just laughing and they can’t even get serious. It’s take them so long to come because Jason just keep teasing him again and again.

Jason: Really that’s all?! Okay?

Bruce barely glancing at Jason, running on 2 hours of sleep: I’m proud of you, son. You’re a good boy for dad. 

Jason blushing, unable to process wtf he heard: …

Then the next day, Bruce finally get all his hours of sleep and remember what he said to Jason, embarrassment so big he could cry. They never make eye contact again for at least a week.

After that Bruce is taking Jason out to dinner. Just to celebrate of course, not because they been staring at each others the whole ceremony, tension breaking the air… no.

Jason always talk back to Dick. And it gets worse once they start dating. Dick can ask him anything Jason will always be here to annoy him.

Jason taunting Dick mid sex until his big brother decide to fuck him silly.

Jason’s ass is red most of the time. That man is getting spanked on daily basis. He is bratty even on patrol. Dick can not do much when they are in public, even if Jason loves to hint their relationship.

That’s the right way to speak to me 😩:

Jason acting up the all night, being too cocky and talking bad to Dick. The others bats don’t see anything weird about it but Dick knows they just fought and Jason is being a little shit.

So when they get home Jason is pushed into the wall, Dick is angry and Jason keep’provoking him. (He is just making it worst for himself.)

Dick bringing them to the couch and manhandling Jason onto his lap. Jason barely have time to think before he is getting spanked.

Jason is squirming because he thought Dick would fuck him harshly because he was angry, not this. He is coming on Dick’s lap just from the fact alone he was spanked. That man is getting off from shame and the idea of having Dick’s hand prints on his ass.

Dick is fucking him right after because he made Jason came from spanking alone. He is dragging his disobedient brother into the bed room, pushing him down into the bed, forcing Jason to keep his ass high up for Dick to see.