#manny!writes

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Draco was going to bite through his bottom lip he was sure of it. He could barely contain his shivers as Harry thrust into him, shallow thrusts that kept pressure on the the burning hot place in the center of Draco. His hands wrapped around Harry's shoulders and gripped tight as his insides were turned to jelly at Potter’s demand. And this is what Potter demanded. 

The raven haired man wanted to see how far he could push Draco. See how wild he could make Draco as rutted in him like an animal. The fiery pulses of pleasure ran down Draco's legs that were wrapped around Potter’s trim waist, tight and nearly straining with the effort to keep potter close and blanketed over himself.

Draco wanted to beg. He wanted to cry into Harry’s shoulder, deeper, harder faster, slower. He wanted to demand for himself but as Potter licked a wet stripe behind his ear and huffed bemusedly as he watched Draco’s face contort in near euphoria. 

The air under Potter’s invisibility cloak was damp and hot, making sweat drip down his face and the side of his too sensitive neck. Harry licked that too and hummed in sick satisfaction. 

“Remember Draco,” Harry whispered so softly it might have been a breath, “you need to keep those pretty lips as quiet as possible right?” 

Draco keened in the back of his throat as Potter punctuated the statement with a perfectly rough thrust. Potter swallowed the sound as invaded Draco's mouth. He tasted like pumpkin juice and key lime from dinner still and Draco tangled his tongue around potter’s, savoring the moment. 

The classroom they’d chose to have this illicit tryst was a History room, books on shelves that lined the walls were enough to keep the small noises from echoing all around. As it was, Draco heard the telltale jingle of a student patrolling the halls, a prefect with nothing better to do. 

“First one to make a sound loses.” Potter husked in his ear again as the steps outside the door neared. Draco supposes he could have chosen a more out of the way spot for the actually dirty business, but potters tongue trailing down his front had definitely made the decision to collapse not two meters from the door. The floor beneath Draco was cold through Potters jacket that he’d thrown down just before he threw Draco himself, but the coolness of the stone floor was just refreshing enough to give him pleasant tingles of air whenever the cloak ruffled with their movements. 

“If you don’t shut up-” Draco began in a rushed whisper before being cut off by the massive wooden door creaking open. An obnoxiously frizzled head peaked around the door and Draco could have cried at who their interrupter was. 

Granger took a quick scan around the room and seemed to pause to listen to the now silent room, silent except for Potter’s rustling thrusts that could just as easily be explained away by the rustling winds howling outside. The ridiculous girl didn’t leave however, she remained unconvinced as she stepped into the room proper. 

Draco searched Potter’s eyes frantically as she neared dangerously close to their splayed forms. Harry however, seemed nonplussed. his smile down at Draco was lazy and too amused to settle the fluttering nerves in Draco's gut at the idea of being caught out with Potter of all people by his well to do little friend. 

Harry, the bastard, had his a sudden wicked gleam in his eye that sent a proper shiver down his spine. If he was about to do what Draco thought he was, he was going to kill potter himself. Draco shook his head in disagreement but he might as well have asked for it in writing for all the good it did. Potter brought his finger up to Draco’s face and traced his lips, slowly purposefully. The demand was written in Potter’s eyes and Draco wished with everything in him that those shining emerald eyes didn’t have such a hold over him. That he could withhold something when those eyes asked without asking and took without remorse. 

But they did and he couldn’t.

Draco opened his lips and felt Harry’s long slender fingers, thicker at the knuckle slip inside. He began suckling without being told and Harry’s eyes widened, his smile jubilant. he sucked and laved over the two fingers as Granger made a round of the room. Though she was no longer looming over the them, Draco still felt the her vibrating distracting presence. 

When Potter finally removed his fingers, it was with the knowing sensation that Harry had a game he would like to play. Harry took his fingers and trailed them wetly down Draco's open shirt and chest, past his belly, past his weeping straining cock and down to where they were connected. Draco tried to beg with his eyes, tried to make it clear that he would do anything for Potter if only he didn’t do this.

Harry’s eyes however were unmoved, and with a quick scissor and push, the other two fingers joined harry’s thick cock inside Draco. Harry scratched Draco's prostate with unerring accuracy and Draco saw stars. he twitched violently, legs scrambling around harry’s waist and hands shaking around his shoulders. Draco's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he lost it completely. 

his climaxed ripped through him without warning and he shook with it. Clenching tight around Harry it was a ride to his eyes light up with amusement and satisfaction. Draco came silently by some miracle of Merlin and he was going to make sure that after the torture tonight, enjoyed or otherwise, would be paid back in full. 

So as he got his breath back, front now sticky and plastered to potter’s it was Draco's turn to writhe. His turn to grind his hips down onto Potter’s thickness and draw some pretty sound out of him. Harry’s fingers disappeared and the hand came up to Draco’s neck gripping tight and holding in place as he rushed to fill Draco full. 

Granger had now come back around while Draco had been distracted, but paused at the door before scanning one last time. 

Draco knew this had to be it.

He pressed his hand on top the one potter had on his neck, and squeezed down. making Harry’s long fingers grip extra tightly. Potter’s eyes flashed with something undefinable, something darker than he’d let himself show Draco before now. But Draco knew Potter. Knew him inside out and outside in, and there was nothing that got the man hotter than showing Draco who was in charge, who had the say, who had the power. 

Harry’s hips stuttered and sped, chasing his climax as if it were hidden in Draco’s insides. The groan that preceded Harry filling Draco up nice and full was loud and guttural. Something wrought from his chest. emerald eyes turned black and mouth in a snarl as he thrust one, two, three more times. A shiver finishing off the performance.

Draco smiled wide and smarmy as he watched the awareness return to Potter’s eyes. No longer fuck drunk and feral he paled as he turned to the door and saw Granger standing stock still. Staring at approximately where they laid beneath the cloak. 

“Harry? Is that you?”

Draco lifted a brow questioning Potter’s next move. 

“...Yes.”

“And are you, um, is someone else here as well?” she asked. dace scarlet in the light from the corridor sconces. 

Draco gave Potter a warning look, one Potter seemed more amused by than intimidated. Draco's gut sank.

“Yes actually,” Harry started, planting a too soft kiss on Draco’s lips. “I’m here with my boyfriend.”

Draco’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. That was the first time either of them even alluded to that word. Something warm fluttered in Draco’s chest, something he didn’t want to pay too much attention to right this moment. 

“Fine, I’ll give you a pass this time Harry, but please don’t make me regret this.” She turned awkwardly to leave before pausing. “Also, use the room of requirement next time, nobody needs to see this.” 

“Thanks, Hermione.” Harry breathed out with a laugh. “and we will, promise.”

“Hmm. You’d better.” she warned, a small smile now framing her face. “Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Malfoy.” 

“Goodnight.” He answered before catching himself and freezing with the immediate realization.

Granger looked both triumphant and surprised it had worked. And apparently that she had been right. 

“Have a wonderful night boys.” Her laughter ringing after her down the hall.

“You’re an idiot.” Draco whispered immediately after the door closed.

“Yup, and you still love me.” Harry answered, grin bright and cheels beautifully flushed. 

“Oh fuck, oh oh god.” Billy’s voice was nearly hoarse from the gasping and whining into the quiet room. The house empty and the neighborhood long asleep, it took all of Billy’s will to not scream in frustration. 

Steve’s head had been buried between Billy’s thighs for over an hour now. Billys fingers were buried in feathered curls gripping but not pulling, knowing how his pretty boy liked to feel he was there. Wanting. Panting. Crying for him. 

That’s how Steve liked him best. He wanted Billy used up and sweaty. Coiled with fire in his gut and eyes wild. As long as Billy was twisted to the point of near crying Steve, the bastard, was happy. It didn’t matter how much Billy pleaded, it didn’t matter what Billy threatened him with, it didn’t matter what Billy bargained with. Steve knew where to press, poke, lick, bite, scratch, and twist to have Billy begging for release. 

When Steve wanted, Steve had. Only child syndrome blossomed in the guy in the best way imaginable.  

Like now, Steve had his toy pulled close and coiled viper tight. On his knees, bed spread damp and dirty from the sweat, tears, and other scintillating things. Billy was blind to the rest of the world, his focus was lasered to the boy licking wide sick wet stripes up his crack. Dipping their hard tip of tongue inside every once in a while, but never often enough. 

Steve was voracious when he got like this, hungry and riled up. it took Billy acting out quite a bit. Flirting and attitude were the quickest triggers, the ones that Steve towering over a kneeling and willing Billy. that got blonde curls pulled and cheeks spanked and mouth fucked roughly and thoroughly. They got Billy, finger shaped bruises on the inside of his thighs, low enough so that he couldn’t spread his legs too far apart at work. 

They got Billy the sweetest kisses while he got the roughest longest fingers digging in deep and driving his sweet spot wild, lighting his aflame from the inside out. It got his what he was getting now, torture and begging.

“Oh god, please Steve. Please baby, don’t- don’t stop!” Billy yelped as a slap came down on his left cheek in answer. 

“What? Does that feel good?” Steve rasped as he took a heavy breath, he blew softly Billy and he could feel himself pucker and widen with it. 

“It feels like you’ve bee teasing me for an hour and I’m about ready to blow whether you get with the program or not.” Billy sassed in response. He couldn’t help himself. His gut was roiling with the thought of what his little outburst was going to get him. the balance between making him angry enough to make him cum and holding back completely was razor thin, but Billy could walk it better than anything in the world.

Where Steve was demanding with his desires, Billy could finesse what he wanted from other’s much easier. He could smile a pair of panties off any broad paying attention long enough and he could make the family of four dads with their beer guts and station wagon asses, stare at him for just a second too long. Get them to look at Billy and imagine all the sick things he could do in the back of those station wagons if they just asked nicely enough. 

His candy-striper mouth and good ole boy smile was enough to tempt so many that he had earned himself a reputation at the pool without ever having to give more than some batted lashes and a gaze up through the fringe of his curls 

And Billy wanted to say he was a match for Steve. For Steve’s wicked smiles and knee buckling, thigh burning, skin scorching, sexual appetite, but as he laid there, face down and ass up, he could probably concede that that wasn’t the case. He needed. He was dripping for it and his ego knew it too. So he whispered, almost breathed out. 

“Please stop teasing, Stevie. It hurts. I need- I need you so much baby, please, fuck me. Please.”

“If you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning so much?” he asked as he took another breath. Only this time he rose up behind billy and draped himself over the bulkier boy. “You act like I’m not making you feel good, baby. is that it? I’m not making you feel good enough babe? You too used to that old fuck Mr. Goldfield getting to watch you whore yourself all over that pool? hmm? Maybe you wanted Mr. Holts to touch you? touch you here.”

Steve reached down between their sweating bodies and rubbed right where Billy was hottest, where he was still pink and wet from spit and strawberry flavored lube, Steve’s favorite. He slipped a whole middle knuckle into Billy making him keen and writhe under Steve.

“No, no just you I just want you. I promise Steve, only you!” Billy rushed to reassure as Steve took his finger back. Anything to keep that perfect stretch where it was.  

“You sure, Billy?” Steve husked into his ear, breath hot. he nibbled on the lobe before peppering kisses behind his ear and down his neck. He reached a pair of fingers this time around and slipped them into Billy’s sweet spot with little preamble. “You sure this is mine? This pussy is mine to lick? Mine to Fuck?”

“Yes, god, i promise Steve. Never anyone else, never.” Billy’s gasp disappeared into Steve’s hand as he covered billy’s mouth before slipping his thick cock in Billy. Tortuously slow but so fucking decadent Billy’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his toes curled almost painfully. Steve was hot at his back and his wide heavy hand quieted Billy’s more wilder yelps of pleasure. 

***

Billy was going to kick Harrington’s ass. He was serious about it this time, he refused to be distracted this time. Steve had gone too far this time. This was over the line in a big way, huge! Billy had been let down before, definitely, but this cut deep, this was too much.

“Oh for the love of god, you’re so dramatic! It was a Popsicle! There’s more right there!” Max shouted from the living room, tongue purple and hands already sticky. 

“It was the last red popsicle! What am I supposed to eat now? The green one? like an animal?” Billy closed the freezer door and made for the living room. “Steve knows I only eat the red ones. The punk did this on purpose. Where is he anyway?” 

Max shrugged as she polished off her treat.

Billy had come home from the garage to find Max and El in their apartment, indulging themselves in the rest of the popsicles, without a care in the world. El had given him a shy blue tinted smile as Max explained the fault in every boy in a Hawkins and how they needed Girl Space to decompress, to which Billy shrugged and had gone to find the one thing he’d been fantasizing about all day in that thousand degree garage under a two ton hunk of junk.

All for the ultimate betrayal to find him, freezer empty of the last red. According to the girls it had been that sexy lanky fuck. 

“The blue ones are good too.” El piped up as Max rolled her eyes and turned back to the t.v., his sister clearly unaffected by the tragedy that was this afternoon.

“It’s not the same.” Billy gloomed as he collapsed on the couch. “I only eat the red.”

“Crybaby.” Max muttered not so stealthily as El gave him a considering look. 

“You are.” He came back with lamely.

“I think Steve said he was going to his parents house.” El answered after a moment. 

“Really?” Billy couldn’t think of a reason off the top of his head that he’d head there. To deal with his parents, Steve must have really needed something. “Great, now i wont even be able to snark at the jerk when he comes back.”

“Why?” Max asked, eyes unwavering from the screen.

“It takes a lot outta him, going over there. He’s usually too bummed to even give head...s up that he’s not in the mood to talk.”  Billy stops himself as their heads whip over. Neither look convinced.

“Shut up! Watch the movie or I’m changing it.” He threatened as they watched him for a second longer. 

***

It was nearing seven thirty that night when Steve finally made it through the door. Billy had already taken the girls home after dinner and found the apartment still empty when he returned.

Steve was distracted as he closed the door behind him and took off his jacket. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks flushed but it looked like he was more or less calm now. Steve paused when he realized Billy was watching him, the moment was small but the sadness in his boy’s eyes made Billy’s spine straighten. 

“What happened?” Billy asked as he shot up, wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders. “Was it your dad? Did he touch you? I’ll kill him-!”

“Hey hey, down boy, it’s nothing like that. It’s... it’s good.” Steve spoke into Billy’s neck, breath tickling. 

“It’s good? Why do you look like that then?” Billy leaned his head back to get a good look; Steve’s eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were red and splotchy, but he was smiling. 

“I mean I cried, but not how you think, or why you think, actually.” 

“The fuck does that mean?” Billy asked, pressing a kiss to the corner of that smile, unable to help himself. 

“It means... mom and dad are, it means they want to make amends. They want me to invite them over here for dinner sometime.” Steve’s eyes were glassy and his smile fragile but there was so much hope and disbelief in his expression, Billy was struck dumb. “They um, they want to meet you too.”

“They want to meet me!? Why?” 

Steve’s eyes softened and the small smile bloomed beautifully, “They said they wanted to meet the man that makes me happy. It also doesn’t hurt that I’m dating the Hero Of Hawkins.”

“Please don’t call me that, the kids are bad enough and the mousey chick from the paper still wont stop running those stories.” Billy groused as Steve smiled indulgently and gave him small but heavy peck on the cheek.

“Never Hero, never. But you should be thankful to her, she hid all the juicy details, and still made you look good enough that it thawed mom and dad.”

“Oh god, how am I supposed to just meet them? Just like that?”

“Just like that.” Steve answered.

“And you’re okay with all this? Like actually ok?”

Steve looked pensive for a moment before shrugging and wrapping his arms around Billy’s neck. “Still adjusting, but I mean, I feel good about this?”

“Are you asking me?”

“No, smart ass. I feel good, honestly. They were kind of, sad about not seeing me in so long. I- I think they actually meant it.”

“Wow.”

“I know.” Steve breathed out heavy, dropping his head on Billy’s shoulder. “So what do you say? You up for it?”

“No.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“I can’t stay with a man who steals all my red popsicles.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit. You think the Superhero of Hawkins deserves that?”

“Who said anything about ‘Super’?” Steve goaded on further, laughing in delight as Billy bent down and threw the skinny loser over his shoulder. “Oh no, Mr. Hero, please! i need saving real bad!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Harrington, I’ll save something.”

Steve laughed grandly as billy tossed him onto the bed and climbed on after, stalking like a predator. 

“I love you, you popsicle thief.” Billy whispered as he leaned down and kissed his boy like he’d been dying to all day. 

***

Hal was fuming. He was absolutely furious and he was doing everything in his power to make sure that came across. Pulling out all the stops, he’s talking eyebrows in maximum furrow, mouth in full frown, eyes squinting. He was in this, basically. 

The downside however, was that Bruce was more than a little distracted to the frankly ridiculously gigantic computer screen. It was a wonder that Hal didn’t pop a blood vessel with the mental power he was vibing to Bruce; trying to telepath his discontent. ten minutes of that and Hal was already dizzy with the strain. 

This man was the most frustrating person to be mad at, because even if he did turn his big head there was a fifty fifty chance that he wouldn’t even compute that Hal was so close to the edge of constructing a giant rubber hammer and knocking some heads. 

“You know you could always just tell me whats bothering you.” Bruce spoke up suddenly, making Hal jump and flush as ice blue eyes swayed lazily to him. Bruce had a smile so subtle and so Bruce, Hal wanted to kiss it off his stupid perfect face. 

“Oh, I think you know.” Hal answered, just to be thick. 

“Do I?” Bruce answers, turning is chair just slightest bit toward Hal as if that was enough to temper whatever Hal’s problem was. 

“Yes, you should.” Hal moved to lean on the console next to Bruce. 

Out of uniform, and freshly showered, Bruce looked unfairly soft. His raven hair dried in the most rufflable duck tails and Hal was shamed to admit that he was tempered just the slightest bit. With a man as beautiful as Bruce Wayne staring up at you, eyes soft and smile bemused, who wouldn’t. Stupid sexy Flanders, Hal thought, hilariously.

“Well, I have to say that for the first time in our knowing one another, I’m stumped.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just try to mock me as I’m about to explain to you why you’ve wrought my wrath.”

Bruce’s snort was both surprising and infuriatingly charming. “Your wrath, huh?” he asked as he leaned back. His sweats were baggy and his muscle shirt was tight enough to basically be null and void. Hal knew, that Bruce knew exactly what he was doing, the sexy goober.

“My wrath is legendary, I’ll have you know. Believe  me, it’s scary.” Hal assured.

“Mmm, sounds scary. I’m definitely scared. Now, what was it that i did again?”

“You, you big furry, are too much of a flirt.”

“What.” Bruce responded so flatly the question mark was definitely missing.

“You heard me. You Mr. Wayne-Jordan are too loose. Floosie-like. hoey if i may be so bold.”

Bruce’s smile was full blown now, and wow was that ever flabbergasting. “And with whom exactly was I, as you say, hoey?” Bruce asked, mirth obvious in his eyes.

“Well for starters, the paramedic lady earlier.”

“The paramedic lady whom I was informing of all your various injuries, including a near concussion?” Bruce asked, reaching out to slip a finger in Hal’s belt loop, pulling him in slowly.

“Yes well, Batman can be very flirtatious. That brooding thing lends well to romantic allusions. You should be more careful.” Hal said down to him, now standing in between Bruce’s thighs. 

“I most definitely will. I’ll try to keep this sexy sexy brooding contained. Anyone else with whom I’ve been harloting?” 

“Don’t laugh! This is serious, Bruce. You’re too fast and loose with those bedroom eyes. That cop lady was picking up what those baby blues were throwing down. She was down to clown.” Hal assured, hands coming to rest on Bruce's unfairly broad shoulders. Thumbs stoking the base of Bruce's neck, Hal manfully pretended he wasn’t pouting, but from Bruce's look of unabashed amusement told him he’d failed. “You’re an incorrigible flirt, Bruce. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you. I’ll take my apology in cash and or sexual favors. you can get me back whenever.”

“Say, this little performance wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that i’m going off world with Clark in two days would it?”

“Oh, you’re going off world? I had no clue.” Hal lied, eyes wandering over to the cave at large. 

“Uh huh, and this would also not have anything to do with the fact that you’ll be unable to join us seeing as Diana will need back up now that Arthur is focusing on Atlantis.”

“...no”

“Clark is my friend Hal, and occasionally yours when you remember to pick up the phone. You don’t have anything to be jealous of.” 

“I’m not jealous! it’s just... You’re mine!” Hal blurted as he met Bruce’s heavy gaze. “That space hick is gonna pull some of his down home charm, pulling some of that shirtless action like he did tonight, and before you know it you’ll be Bruce Wayne-Kent-El, and I love you too much for that to happen to you.”

“Well i’m glad, because you couldn’t get me to look at Clark that way with Ivy’s Flowerdust. I’m more into crass, hot headed, test pilots these days. Space hick’s aren’t my cup.”

“Hm.” Hal answered, trying to will the flush on his cheeks to kindly fuck off. “Well, i mean, who wouldn’t be into that. The test pilot sounds amazing.”

Bruce pulled him in again, smile kind and hands warm as they settled on Hal’s waist. “You have no idea.” He answered, pulling Hal down to meet his lips in a too soft, too sweet, kiss.

“Mmm. I’m being dumb.” Hal sighted into the kiss.

“I’m not touching that, except to say that no, you’re not dumb. Just blind to your own perfections.”

“How do you do that?” Hal asked as he straightened again, heart beating a little faster just from the sweet words. He was getting so soft.

“It’s a gift. Now, come here and sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

***

Clark was raised right. He was polite, always tried to be considerate of others and their feelings. Never said anything if he didn’t have anything nice to say and always helped with the dishes after dinners. That’s how his mama raised him and he was quite proud of his down home attitude. He couldn’t help his Kansas smiles and twanging lilt when he was comfortable and relaxed.

Well he was not comfortable now. He was most certainly as uncomfortable as a person could be. Bruce was practically fuming, the only tell of which was his ticking and clenching jaw, which, to the rest of the league might as well have been a neon sign spelling out Batman’s absolute lack of patience.

“The entirely of the mission rests on this reconnaissance. Perhaps sending the most inexperienced, loudest, most destructive member isn’t the brightest of ideas.” Bruce said as he continued to stare Clark down from across the table. His lips were curled into a smirk and Clark was seriously considering how hard he’d have to blow to knock him out of his chair while still seeming like an accident. a thought he immediately felt guilty over. 

Though the look in Bruce’s eye said he knew exactly what Clark was thinking anyway.

“I can hear a whisper from miles away. I think I can handle a dinner party. Gothamites don’t actually have a trademark on those do they? Seeing as it’s all the elite do in this town.” 

Diana’s smile at the head of the table was poorly hidden and Arthur’s gaze shooting back and forth between them was barely ignored. Barry’s wide eyed stare was probably what should have clued Clark in that he needed to calm the situation, but unfortunately that went completely ignored. 

and how do you expect to infiltrate the star lab systems? Or retrieve the data that the techs received from the Galwat system? If we’re dealing with intergalactic meddling on earth we need to know what they have and how they plan to use it. Do you have a complete understanding of how to hack a level seven security system? because with Victor off world we’ll need someone who can do that the old fashioned way. Or was your plan to simply punch the keyboard until it spilled the beans?” Bruce wasn’t even looking at him anymore. He had already turned to Barry, who was still wide eyed and half scared of the tension.

a tension Clark could feel in his shoulders now. That Bruce still thought of him as a muscle headed small town good boy was more than a little infuriating. Also just the tiniest bit insulting as he thought that he and Bruce had been on the up and up lately. getting along and working together well enough. It was frustrating that he’d somehow gotten knocked down a peg or two on the Batman Respect list. 

and frankly, after a year of working together you’d believe Clark would make some leeway in that respect. From Clark’s side, working wit Bruce was amazing. he was focused and supernaturally prepared for just about anything. He was organized and his detective skills were simply unparalleled. his grouchy moods were almost comforting to Clark now, if Bruce was grumpy all was well in the world. That is until recently.

Until recently Clark would have been at the top of the list for this recon. he wouldn’t have been questioned as he volunteered. Until recently Bruce would have looked at him and nodded once in agreement that Clark was the best choice for the mission. until recently, Clark had felt that the moments of trust and companionship had become more solid and sustainable between he and Bruce. Apparently he had been mistaken.

The infinitesimally short instances of something else. Of something unspoken and deeper and much hotter than the casual banter that usually filled their interactions were also snuffed out. Now when Clark’s eyes strayed down to Bruce’s lips, he more than often caught them curling in distaste. 

And now that barely simmering distaste was spilling over into League business and a heart stung Clark was over it. 

“You know what, Bruce?” Clark spoke, voice steel hard.

“Okay, everyone out!” Diana announced before he could continue. Barry was gone before she finished her sentence but Arthur made no move whatsoever to move. Until Diana bodily dragged him by his ear out of the hall half cackling,half protesting. 

“If you’re going to continue, be quick. I-”

“Shut up! You stop talking right now.” Clark interrupted, raising his voice by a piddly margin. The fact that Bruce obeyed was momentarily surprising but he continued on. “Now I don’t know what you got caught up that bat cave of yours but i’m just about tired of it. You’ve argued against me going on just about any mission in past two weeks, and you have been keeping me on watchtower duty for just as long.

“I don’t know what i did to lose your trust, or your confidence, but I’m done sitting on the sidelines hoping i say the right thing that day to get you to smile at me like before. To get you to laugh at my stupid jokes. Or  hell even to get you to roll your eyes at me. Anything that makes me visible to you,because it’s so much worse Bruce. it’s so much worse just not being seen.”

Bruce stared after the outburst. his breathing was even and his heart, Clark could hear, was steady as a drum. He’d barely reacted at all and that more than anything made Clark finally lose it. His mama forgive him.

“Fuck you, Bruce.” he turned to walk away in a huff when Bruce answered.

“I’m up for it if you are.”

Clark was frozen, back to Bruce and mind racing. he couldn’t have heard right, right? Bruce hadn’t actually propositioned him like this. Like an awkward bar pickup artist. That couldn’t be possible. He turned back around slowly and was not surprised at all to see Bruce leaning back in his chair. Calm as you please. The man was infuriating.

“Tell me you were joking.” Clark says before taking a momentous step closer.

Bruce tracked the step like hawk but simply looked up at him as he’d simply been commenting on the weather. 

“Bruce.” Clark warned as he took another carefully tracked step clooser, 

Bruce only looked him up from head to toe, eyes raking over him and pausing in the most titillating places. 

When Clark finally came to stand in the vee of Bruce’s thighs, breath coming too fast and shallow, hands awkward and hanging at his side he wished to god the man would say something else. Anything else. Anything to prove Clark wasnt about to make an ass of himself. 

But Bruce said nothing. His eyes were half lidded and his hands were curled on top of his thighs but his mouth, un-smirking, unsmiling, remained stubbornly closed. So when Clark reached out. So slowly and so carefully it was as if the air itself would shatter. 

HIs thumb traced just below Bruce’s full wet bottom lip. Bruce’s eyes razor bright and tracking his movements unbelievably close. 

He tried one last time. “Bruce, if you want me to stop, you’re going to have to say so.”

When Bruce’s eyes shined with want and his lips followed his thumb and bit down just wantonly enough to make Clark’s knees go weak he knew there was no going back. 

He hauled Bruce up by the back of the neck and inhaled his obscene groan as their lips clashed. Bruce tasted like mouth and mint and Clark couldn’t decide what he wanted to focus on most. Bruce’s hands, spread over Clark’s chest were hot and his fingers were long and strong as he pushed Clark back onto the table. 

Bruce’s smile when they separated was so light and almost carefree it stole Clark’s breath faster than the kiss did. when Bruce fell to his knees, cowl still up and cape spread out behind him Clark realized suddenly where they were again and his breath stuttered.

Big blue eyes ticked up to meet Clark’s and just as he always seemed to, it looked like Bruce knew exactly what was passing through Clark’s head, and he found it amusing. 

When he felt the hot nuzzle against his crotch, Bruce’s breath warm through the fabric of his uniform he lost it completely. he didn’t finish off but only just.

“We are not having are first time where Arthur eats corn dogs by the dozen. My quarters. Now.” Clark said, Bruce’s face in his hands, looking up like some kind of perfect fantasy. he didn’t wait for agreement; he’d told Bruce he wouldn’t be stopping for anything after all. Clark picked bruce up, threw him over one shoulder and blurred into his room. “and i’m going on that mission.”

***

Tony could not believe he had never seen these before. It was a crime. A travesty that he was not made aware of these sooner. 

“I’m showing you now, you big dork.” Bucky answered as he made to turn his phone back around to himself.

“Don’t you dare!” Tony yelled as he pounced on him and wrestled the phone away, as if Bucky were putting up any resistance. 

The phone was showing what was possibly the cutest baby ever in the form of a transfigured Bucky Barnes. The baby filter on some random app was responsible for tony’s current state of unrest. They took Tony’s handsome, perfect, sexy murder boyfriend and they made him a tiny itty bitty chubby cheeked baby. 

It was obscene is what it was. Bucky’s big blue eyes were half shining on his little cherubic face and the and his normal half cocky smirk was transformed into a sweet innocent grin. Tony couldn’t believe he was dating someone who had at one point in their existence looked this pure, this good. 

“I have to show the others.” Tony getting up from sprawling on Bucky’s amused form. He was looking at Tony with something leaning dangerously close love and affection. 

“I already showed the others. We were all playing with the filter upstairs. You wont believe what Natalia’s came out like.”

“Aw, they got to see you all babyfied first? That’s not fair!” Tony grumped as they reached the elevator. 

“Well if you had come up for movie night an hour ago when we asked ya the first time, you would have been first.” Bucky answered with smile as he crowded Tony back against the wall. 

Tony was still a little entranced by the baby Bucky on the screen but he definitely noticed six foot plus of pure muscle cornering him. Arm on either side of Tony’s head. “I couldn’t help it. I’m close to a break through!”

“Uh huh, sounds important.” Bucky said with a smile and a lecherous roving of eyes over Tony’s entire everything. 

“It was. It could revolutionize… something.” Tony was distracted as Bucky soft ridiculously perfect lips met his own. Bucky usually kissed like he was afraid Tony would wither away from over stimulation if he were kissed too passionately. Tony wanted to hate that, and he would, if Bucky’s soft kisses weren’t better than even the wildest sex of the past. 

“You make my, me all mushy in my head.” Tony whispered as they separated, dragging a laugh out of Bucky who hid his smile in Tony’s neck. 

Tony frowned as Friday announced their arrival the there floor. “I thought the others were waiting for movie night.”

“Nah, they started before I even went down, they know us too well.” Bucky answered as he casually bent down and lifted Tony from behind the thighs, swallowing his yelp of surprise in another kiss. “Now, since you’re all baby crazy anyway how about we practice making one.”

“You’re insatiable,” tony said as he smiled dreamily and leaned into another kiss, this one slightly harder and just as sweet. “You’ve seen my baby pictures, don’t play around because we’d make such cute babies though.”