Christmas in Smallville

Clark smiled at him, putting his hands on Bruce’s shoulders, then moved them down to around the man’s waist. “Come on. Mom has coffee for us..” he said, then pulled away. He was a bit cautious of being as affectionate as he usually was in private in front of his parents. It was almost like being back at the tower. Bruce gave a nod, putting on a smile and walked on his own back to the kitchen. Clark followed slower behind, letting Bruce make his grand entrance back over with his parents. “Sorry about that Mrs. Kent. I was just admiring your beautiful home.” The woman smiled, blushing yet again and Clark just rolled his eyes as he came in, taking a seat at the table. His mother came over, putting down two mugs of hot coffee in front of the 2 men and Clark picked his up, sipping rather contently. It had been a long time since he was able to relax like this…not that he didn’t have on his emergency communicator…but he had told ever last superhero in the tower that unless the world was coming to an absolute certain doom, do not call him.

Course, he trusted some of the superheroes to understand what that meant opposed to others. Across the world and in outer space, The Flash’s nose started to tickle from the inside and he sneezed. As the Martian Man-Hunter blessed him, Bruce in Smallville was eyeing Martha Kent running around her well-organized kitchen, checking on the ham in the oven, chopping veggies for what seemed to look like fillers of a potpie, pulling out frosting to decorate the naked gingerbread men. He smiled, imagining how bored Alfred must be without him, or would have been if Bruce didn’t buy Alfred an early Christmas present to a resort in the islands. He figured there was no point of him spending Christmas alone in that large old house. He leaned over on the counter for a moment after putting his coffee cup down, and finally offered his services. “Do you need any help…” he said, but nearly broke the silence in the room. Both Clark and Jonathan stared at Bruce, blinking. Martha, a sweet, mild-mannered woman glared at the millionaire, narrowing her eyes. “Alright, Out of my kitchen. Everyone!” She huffed, shooing and shoving all 3 men out into the living room.

Clark sighed as well as his father, who took his seat on his Lazy boy and pulled up the newspaper to his face. Clark smiled at Bruce, who had no idea what just happened. “I forgot to mention that was mom is a perfectionist when it comes to cooking. That’s why we’re here so early for dinner. If we were late, it’d be worse then Luther and all his minions combined…” he laughed a bit, then sighed again. “Come on. Let’s get settled in alright? I’ll meet you upstairs. My room is the second door on the left.” Clark headed outside to get the suitcases from the car as Bruce nodded, heading upstairs. He was easily distracted by the pictures hanging on the walls but made his way to the room, opening the door slowly. He gave a slight laugh as he instantly recognized it as a kid’s room. The set up, the posters, the framed pictures, it reminded him of Dick’s room before he went off to college.

He looked at the bed, sitting down and took off his shoes, but noticed a slightly bent photo poking up from underneath the mattress. Curious, he pulled it out carefully, eying the picture of a pretty teenage red-haired girl with nice eyes. He turned the photo over, reading the autograph on the back. Fly High Clark, keep in touch! Lana Lang. “Lana…huh…” he turned the photo back over, smirking a bit. Clark came in the room then, carrying all 8 suitcases with ease and closed the door with his foot. “Did you pack every gadget you…” he paused as Bruce waved the photo from his seat on the bed. Clark turned red in the face, putting down the bags. “Where did you find that?” he said, playing dumb. “Where do you think?” he laughed, turning over the photo to eye the girl more closely. “So this is the infamous Lana…It’s a shame to put such a pretty face under the mattress…” he teased more, standing up now and went over to prop it up on top of another frame that was standing on the man’s childhood dresser.

He walked over to Clark and was promptly and pleasantly grabbed, being pulled close to Clark. “Jealous?” Clark asked, being more comfortable with the door closed. Bruce huffed, laughing. “You wish….” he mumbled, taking the kiss that Clark was giving out, grunting a little. “Getting naughty with your parent’s downstairs?” Bruce smiled as his neck was being kissed, tilting his head to the side. “Just keep in mind the walls are thin…and you knock the bed around…” Clark smiled, holding Bruce by his hips and floated them so they were both only a few inches off the ground. “So I won’t use the bed..” Clark replied, putting Bruce’s arms around his neck so he could hold on. Bruce laughed, looking down at the floor as his feet dangled. “Do we have time for this?” he asked, not protesting at all though. “We always have time for something” Clark smiled, locking lips with Bruce again.