Clark POV

"Hey Ma, hey Louis!" I call as I slip in the house, trying to look as normal as possible. "In here Clark!" I hear my sister, Louis call from the small country like living room. 'Its smaller then Bruce's but his has a more... future home feel to it.' So your probably wondering my thoughts on this bang buddy deal with Mr. 18 year old playboy Bruce Wayne.

I

Absou-fucking-lootly

LOVE IT!

So Bruce probably doesnt know I'm gay or that I'm in love with him. Also yeah, I'm in love with my rich best friend. But...I guess after seeing how different he is from the normal rich boy... I dont know, just he's... him. He wasnt snotty when we met sometimes in the park, like most of the kids around here was, rich or not. This was before we started going to daycare together. It wasnt until I really started to like him, did I realize he was in the Wayne family. Mean... I kinda sorta stole his papers with his heading on it when we were friends in 3 grade(yep girls freaked me out back then too but I think I hold the biggest record for gay guy banging girls) and when I finally let him finish writing it, I spotted the name Wayne.

He didnt come in the school with that last name duh, or he wouldnt be in a regular public school. I guess he slipped and wrote his real last name and... I kinda freaked.

"Your Bruce Wayne!?"

Maybe I fainted after saying that...well, yelling it.

"Hello! Snap outta it!" I blink and come to focus on my sister, Louis. "What were you thinking about?" I blush and look away, mainly in guilt. "Have you seen my Brucey?" she asks and the guilt builds. "Uhmmmm yeah..." I rub the back of my neck. "H-he's sick. Said to tell you...he misses you." I lie as push my glasses up the the bridge of my nose, though they werent falling, and I swallow the lump in my throut. Truth is, Bruce hasnt mentioned my sister/ his on hold girlfriend. Besides the fact that he said they were seeing other people(and hearing Louis cry all night over it), I even forgot they had been going out...

B-But their seeing other people so...why do I feel so horrible?

"R-really?!" She's so happy...

"Yeah..." I sigh and head to Mama Kent in her rocking chair. "Hey mama." I kiss her cheek. "Hey hun. Whats wrong with my little hero?" I shake my head. It has always been hard lying to Ma. "Nothin Ma just... thinkin." it wasnt a total lie, which could possibly pass. But it would only make me feel worse if it did..

"If you say so." she eyes me a little longer before she turns back to the TV. "You hungry?" Ma asks. "No, not really. Thanks ma." I run to my room(Ma kept my room in place for whenever I 'get tired of being a big boy')upstairs, not saying another word. I close my door and lean against it, sighing as I fall to the floor. 'How can I do this? Trick sis? Lie to ma? Lie to Bruce?' I hold my head in my hands. I love 'im...but my family is important

In a way, he is family, our families are as close as two seperate families can be... I even faintly remember my Aunt marrying his Uncle. 'No one ever got in trouble for keeping their mouth shut. I know Bruce'll tell her-'

"WHAT?!"

Louis! I run downstairs and see my sister crying on the sofa next to Ma. "What happened?" I ask, sitting next to Louis. "Br-Bruce...bro...-broke up with me!" I gap at her.

"Did he s-say...why?" I breath out. "H...he said we need time apart... I think he's seeing someone."

BPOV

I hang up the phone as I sigh and continue to lay in my bed. "Why" I ask myself aloud. "did I do that?!" though the last thing on my mind is Louis. Right now, I'm thinking about Clark and his bright smile. It's been 8 months since we started this and...

Fuck me, I fell for the clumsy idiot.

As much as I told myself 'No! This is just sex!' I found myself cuddling with after sex, kissing him more during sex, kissing him randomly, holding his hand, watching him sleep...

I grab a pillow and groan into it. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me! What am I suppose to tell him when I see him?! 'I'm sorry I dumped your sister, but after 8 months of fucking your brains out, I want you to be my boyfriend'?!" I yell in my pillow. I go limp and actually think about it.

"Wha-What am I saying!? Clark is far from gay!..And me too dammitt!" I groan again. "Oh why me?"

ZZZZZZ

I feel my phone vibrate. 'Please dont be him, please dont be him please dont be him.' I peak from under the pillow at the still vibrating phone in my hand.

Clark-Babe

Shit me! Okay Brucey, play it cool, play it fucking ice cube, Mr. Freeze cool... I need to change his caller ID back to just 'Clark'...

"Hey Kent, whats up?" I answer as calmy as I can. "Dont 'whats up' me! What happened?"

"With what?" I feign confusion. "With my sister!" even when he's mad I just wanna grab him and smother him. My heart flutters as I stutter an answer. "Look, she's...a good girl and will probably be ending up a good wife. Just not for me." I hear him about to yell. "Not right now."

'Not ever.'

"Okay. But you need to come over and talk to her."

I sigh. "Okay."

Not!

"I will. But first, you need to come over. Maybe for dinner?" the mood lightens and I can tell he's smiling. "Fine. But your gunna hafta talk to Louis."

"See you at 8?" he's still smiling.

"See you at eight."

I close the phone and smile. 'I have to tell him. Or else I'll feel so guilty and just to make him, and not to mention Mrs. Kent, happy, I'll end up being his brother-in-law.' I smile at the exact oppisite thought; Me being Louis brother-in-law.

'Wait! Marriage!? What the fuck!?'

"Fuck me sideways!"

"Hey Clark." I smile as I open my apartment door to Clarks pouty face. "Dont 'hi' me! You were suppose to pass by after we got off!" I tilt my head. "Was I? I thought we agreed I'd talk to her, not set a date for it." I smirk as he blushes and crosses his arms.

"W-Well... I just-"

"Assumed. Which you do an awful lot." I move aside and bow slightly. "Would you like to come in, Kent?" He opens his mouth, letting out incorherent sounds, pushes his glasses up then he finally downcast his head and nods. He walks in and I close the door. "D-Did you actually make this?" I nod and walk to stand next to him, a couple of feet from the fancyly decorated, candle lit table. "Yep. Food and everything. I just thought you deserve a home cooked meal, since I always promise." I shrug but I could feel the heat rise to my face.

"It's beautiful..." he mumurs and god... I cant help but stare at him. The soft candle light fire dances off his smooth snowy skin, his bright baby blue eyes shining... He's amazing. "Yeah it is..."

"B-Bruce?" I blink and I guess he caught me staring. "Sorry K-Kent. Lets eat!" I laugh nervously as I drag him to the table.

Dinner goes smoothly; I dont stutter for the rest of it, we talk and laugh and the conversation flows. No tension, no akwardness, as if this is the way it supposed to be.

"That wasnt funny Clark." I mumble, cutting into my steak. "It was! You looked so cute!"

"I was asleep and Dick is an asshole."

"Dont forget Jason had helped."

"Both of the little assholes..."

"The bunny suit thing was a good idea though." I look up at Clark's smile. "My brother's are both-"

"Assholes?" I smile and nod. "Yep."

"They had to learn from somewhere." I narrow my eyes at him. "Yeah, you!" he fakes a gasp.

"Why I never! How could I have taught your little brothers such things?"

"Cause you would come around and show them tricks like when someone's asleep, put their hand in warm water-"

"How was I suppose to know they'd try that on you?"

"How were you not suppose to know?" Clark smiles slyly and leans back in his chair. "Touche."

"You dont know what that means." I smirk. "Neither do you." I lean in my chair and nod. "Touche." We have our own little staring contest and we both start laughing. His laugh, his bright smile...

"Clark... There's something I need to tell you." I see him tilt his head, which he only does when he's either confused or giving his famous crooked smile. "Sure Bru-bru. What's up?" I sigh and as non-cheesey as I wanted to make this, I grab his hand from across the table. "I think...- No what I was gunna say was uhmmm... I broke up with your sister because... Wait no thats not how I wanted to start..Ughh." I groan and shake my head.

"Bruce?" his heart is hammering. I can feel the pulse under my fingers in wrist go crazy. That makes two of us. "Me and your sister will never get married so I guess I lied to you over the phone. I dont wanna marry her and I dont think I ever will want to marry her because I may be in love with someone else... I'm in love with... I-I'm... in love with y-you." I cant tell whether I just screamed or what, my heart is pounding in my ears and I cant hear myself. Everything's quiet, but I'm pretty sure he can hear my heartbeat like I can hear his. His palms are starting to sweat, or maybe it's mine. I cant see his eyes, the glare of the candlelight on his glasses arent helping.

"Clark? Dammit say something Kent!" I growl, giving his hand a light squeeze. Before I know what's going on, Clark climbs over the table and wraps his arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around him, trying not to topple over. Ignoring the dropped, snuffed out candle and plates on the floor, I hug Clark close. I feel the vibrations on my neck from Clark but I cant hear him.

"You know I cant hear you right?" he picks up his head enough to my ear, and I can actually hear him sniffle. "I asked, do you really love me?" I laugh and kiss his ear. "Your such a girl. I love you boy scout." He starts to nibble on my neck. "Prove it." he purrs in my ear then pulls away enough for me to see his eyes. The dark now navy blue eyes, still shine-y with fresh tears, twinkle with a devilish want. 'Self control, self control self control...'

"Or are you a big chicken" he brushes his lips against mines. "Master Bruce?" I groan at the title and his sweet, intoxicating breath mingling on my lips. I cant hold on. I grab him and throw him back against the table. "Say it again." I growl, towering over him.

"Master Bruce~" he purrs loudly, wrapping his arms around my neck once again and smashing my lips with his. He wraps his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper between his legs and flushing his body against mine. We break away for breath, but I cant just let him lay there when he was begging can I? I attack his neck and inhale the smell of cheap apple-wood soap and twindled hay from his family farm. My brain starts to fizzle and I bite into his neck, hard enough to draw blood. "Yessssssss!" he hisses throwing his head back, making the blood run down his slender neck. I lap at the blood and groan at the sweet taste. I may make fun of him for being a hippy most of the time and pulling out fruits at random times, but holy Batman, Nightwing and Robin does his blood taste amazing.

'I can be his personal vampire.' I smirk at the thought and pull away from his neck to look at the purple/blue bruise start to form on his neck. "Your mine." I growl in his ear, chuckling as he feverishly nods and turns to look at me. "All yours. But dont let tonight fool you" he gives me a sly smile, his chest still heaving. "Your mine too Brucey boy." I smirk bigger. "Really now?"

"Damn ri-h-hey!" he yelps as I pick him up off the table and throw him over my shoulder. "Ok. But tonight" I throw him against my new green sheets. "is my night. So" I slam my room door closed with my foot. "lets see the Man Of Steel in action."