Christmas in Smallville

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to just leave the tower like this, Clark?” Bruce Wayne asked, sitting in Clark Kent’s everyday car. It wasn’t the limo he was use too…or the bat mobile, but Clark insisted on driving. Batman…Bruce Wayne, had no idea why. Superman could of easily flown them to wherever they were going, or Bruce could of taken his jet, not even the Bat-Wing, but booked a private Jet…at least a limo…but no, Super…er…Clark insisted on driving his 2005 P.O.S to…”Where are we going again?” Bruce asked, looking over at him. He was at least grateful that the heat worked. “I told you a million times, Bruce. My hometown is called Smallville.” Bruce blinked at him, removing his hand from his own cheek that he was using as a rest on the side of the window. “Seriously? Smallville? That’s the name of the actual town?” He cracked a small smile then and let out a little laugh. “I just thought Lois was teasing you about how you came from nowhere…I didn’t know that was the actual name…” Clark sighed, eyeing his companion from the corner of his eyes. “Well not everyone can be born a Wayne in Gotham…some of us come from dinky little places in the middle of nowhere too, ya know?” he smiled back, chuckling a little.

It was the perfect winter day on the old country road. Both men were dressed for the holiday season, wearing sweaters, black coats and slacks, opposed to the capes and tights. There were 2 matching gas station coffee cups sitting in the front cup holder and a light snow falling on the already snow capped winter trees. “You never answered my question.” Bruce said, getting serious for a moment. “What question was that?” Clark asked, still smiling warmly at his partner. “…The tower. Are you sure…” Clark interrupted him with a matter of fact response. “We aren’t the only members of the Justice League, Bruce. The world can survive without us for a few days…didn’t you tell me that once?” he teased, reaching over to put his hand on Bruce’s left thigh, then slid it down to the man’s knee. He gave it a squeeze and removed it to reach for his coffee, taking it up for a sip then put it back down. Bruce eyed the hand then gave a huff. “You never listened to me before…” he cracked another smile, slipping his hand to Clark’s thigh and in-between the man’s legs. Clark flinched, wiggling his arms and therefore the car. The coffee cups wiggled, threatening to spill and Clark had to maintain himself. “Hey..HEY!” he laughed. “I don’t feel you up when you’re driving…” Bruce huffed again, keeping his hand where it was. “It’s not like you’re going any faster then the speed limit…besides if you crash you’ll just fly off with me and let this dinky little shit you call a car burn…Why you said no when I offered to buy you that lexus, I’ll never know…” and Clark’s fly became unzipped and the button undone.

Clark put a hand off the wheel and grabbed Bruce’s hand, but not hard enough to hurt him…just hard enough so Bruce couldn’t move. “Come on now…we don’t have time for that. The last thing I want to do is go to my parents house with cum stains on my boyfriend’s shirt. You may be charming, Bruce, but I doubt you could talk your way out of that….” Bruce eyed him then smiled. “What if I just use my hand..” “I don’t want them on my shirt either!” Clark exclaimed, letting him go and put both hands back on the wheel. Bruce just sighed, leaning back. “Fine… but you owe me tonight…” he mumbled, turning his attention back to the window, bored yet again. Clark eyed him, sighing and shook his hand. “You behave yourself or I’ll take you right back to the Tower. I’m sure Flash has that Santa suit still waiting for you…” Bruce turned his head just enough to glare at his lover. “You wouldn’t dare…” Clark just smiled, using a finger to push up his glasses. “Would I?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road and pulled off onto a street. Bruce huffed for a third time, looking back out the window, blinking at the large old sign he saw: Welcome to Smallville Population…
But the numbers were hidden by the snow.