#supercest

Then, Clark grabbed your ass wth both hands. Hmm.

And you wrapped your legs around him and shared a deep, steamy kiss. Oh.

Bruce made plans to catch up with his old pal. As they ate dinner, Bruce got on the topic of how he’d really like to meet a woman he could relate to. Someone he could share his secret identity with. Someone who could understand the weight power. “You know, I always thought your cousin was pretty cool… what would you think if I asked her out?”

Clark's jaw clenched. He failed to blink for a few seconds. “My cousin, Supergirl?”

Bruce joked, “Do you have another smoking hot cousin I’m unaware of?”

Clark’s nostrils flared, and his heart raced. His biceps twitched with the need to smash something.

“I could take her for a ride sometime, see where things go. If you’re cool with it, of course.” Bruce squinted at him.

Clark became uncharacteristically mean and crude. “You think Supergirl wants to go for a ride in the Batmobile? Supergirl’s gonna drop her panties for a sports car?”

“Good point,” Bruce conceded. “Maybe not a ride, but I bet she’d like to drive it.”

“Not happening,” Clark snapped with a forehead vein rising under his loose curls. His intrusive thots were flooding back to him. It was too vivid, too real.

“Well, who else is better for her?” Bruce asked, then his eyes became wistful. “Man… she’d look so good in black…”

Clark’s eyes glowed red for a split second behind his glasses as his hand flew across the table to grab his friend by the throat.

Bruce raised his hands in surrender, suppressing a smirk.

Clark looked around and composed himself.

Bruce tugged at his collar. “Damn,” he leaned in and lowered his voice. “So it’s true.”

Clark acted like he didn't know what Bruce was talking about.

“Good for you,” Bruce looked him up and down, then dropped the subject for the night.

———-

One day soon, Bruce was trying to get Clark on board with a plan to blow up some criminals, and Clark wasn’t having it. “It’s about right and wrong,” the man of steel insisted.

“Just when I thought you’d grown up,” Bruce ranted. “Right and wrong, right and wrong. . . You ever think about right and wrong during sex?”

“What?” Clark squints. “What the heck are you talking about?"

“Ever think about right and wrong when you’re balls deep in your little cousin?” Bruce taunted.

Clark’s eyes doubled in size, and he pointed an indignant finger at his friend as the words flew out of his mouth: "You know darn well she's older than me!" Catching himself, he tried to recover, "And, and I dunno what you're talking about. . .but it sounds like whatever you're getting at would be something between consenting adults. . ."

Ty for the ask! <33333