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"Bruce?" Clark had watched Bruce stagger a few steps then collapse, it wasn't a familiar sight, seeing him crumble under fatigue.
"I don't think I'll make it Clark."
"What?" Clark bit his tongue beyond that. Clark knew his own body didn't respond the same as Bruce's, but still this all hope is lost, welcoming death's sweet embrace didn't mesh with their surroundings or Bruce's general grit.
"This cold, we can't shake it, even indoors. I can feel my body temperature lower as we speak. I can't feel my feet. I think-"
"I can help with that Bruce, bring em here." Bruce wasn't going to die of hypothermia, not with Clark around. "Just think warm thoughts." Clark popped off Bruce's shoes, pulled off his damp socks. They'd spent days rain logged, doing recon on a blackmarket masquerading as a shipyard. Clark needed to get Bruce dry, that was step one.
"I admire the effort." Bruce gave a small groan as Clark massaged his feet. "But it's simply not enough."
"Bruce you're-" Clark paused to huff a few warm breath over Bruce's toes. "Going to be fine."
"Get me out of the rest of these clothes Clark." Dry, Clark needed to get Bruce dry. He peeled Bruce free of his sweater and slacks, with very little help from the man himself. "Share some of your body heat with me?"
'I could fly us to death valley if you needed.' But Bruce knew that, that wasn't what he was asking for. "On it." Bruce's skin was a bit chilly to the touch. He wasn't a batsicle as he was claiming, but perhaps it felt that way. Clark was not going to be unsympathetic.
It was important that Clark was positive, encouraging. Clark was proud that they'd finally grown past the point where Bruce felt had had to suffer in silence, unable to voice his discomforts and needs. They were beyond teammates, they were partners in a truer sense. Bruce finally felt he could be vulnerable around Clark instead of grumbling and going on.
"Got your own personal space heater. Get it? Because I'm from space." Clark was glad to hear Bruce snort amused while he draped his head over Bruce's shoulder, hugging Bruce's back to his chest, his arms snaking firmly around Bruce's waist. Clark tried to work his own temperature up a few degrees through quick kinetic vibrations of his muscles.
They laid there for close to a half hour, it felt comfortable, relaxing even. Clark would occasionally shift and nuzzle, grabbing at different body parts, clutching and kneading warmth into Bruce. "Any better?"
"There's an easier way to get me warm, Clark." Bruce made his first real movement of his own since his dramatic collapse, he churned backwards softly. "More fun too. Could double as a thank you for your attention."
"Bruce, are you freezing or are you horny?" It wasn't like they were sexually confused ranch hands or frustrated work friends. They didn't need a one bed, conserving heat sort of an excuse to get naked. They've been a couple, They've had sex. Clark was confused by Bruce's motives here. Was he so cold he was delusional?
"Can't I be both?" The teasing yet distinctly lazy sort tone to Bruce's voice made Clark realize he was the one overthinking things.
Yes Bruce was cold, but not brink of death levels. Yes Bruce was exhausted, not worn down by harrowing battle, but days of bootstrap recon. They had agreed on shift work but that had quickly just become them both staying up dusk till dawn for days, occasionally covering each other's micro naps. Their mission was done, just as importantly, Bruce was done.
They had crashed in some shit motel on the outskirts of town with faulty heat and Bruce just wanted to be taken care of a little. He wanted to spoon, he wanted to have sex. Was he going about in somewhat of a dramatic fashion? Yes, but this was Bruce, nothing was worth doing at all if there wasn't a small dip into the dramatic.
"I know what'll warm you up Bruce, turn over alright? Don't fuss too much, conserve your energy." The humm of agreement Bruce had a very 'finally' sort of pitch to it. For a while Clark went back to what he'd been doing before, fondling and feeling at muscles that were sore and and a bit stiff. He worked leisurely down Bruce's back, enjoying the small finches and rolls of enjoyment that caused.
"Clark I'll fall asleep like this if you donn-" Bruce's sentence smoothed into a bit of a moan as Clark started to open him up with his tongue. "Clark." If Bruce wanted warm Clark would give it to him beginning to end, slow wet circles, occasionally breaking away to nip at a cheek or a thigh, till Clark was sure Bruce was fully thawed.
"Feeling better yet?" Clark turned Bruce over onto his back. "You look better, look quite nice." Bruce had a healthy blush, high in his cheeks, a nice steady pant to his breath.
"Clark." It was a whine in sound, but a warning in stare. Bruce would never forgive Clark if he left him in this warm but wanting state.
"I went through all that trouble of getting you dry." Clark gave an assuring smile, one that held right above Bruce's cock. "Then you had to go get damp all over again." Clark sucked Bruce clean of the precum that he'd built up.
"Getting warmer Clark." Bruce gave an light chuckle as he pushed his hand through Clark's hair, tossing his hips up slightly meeting the decent of Clark's lips. "You're so fucking warm." Bruce gasped when Clark had taken him down to his base. "I love you Clark." He groaned as Clark bobbed with tenacity. "Clark you're pe per-" Bruce stuttered as he came.
"Your own personal space heater, just like I said." Clark smiled after swallowing.
"Clark, thank you. Here, come here." Clark did slink up the bed at the request. Bruce ran his palms up Clark's back, kissed Clark's chest and neck. "Now I-"
"Admire the effort but It's not enough?" Clark grabbed at Bruce's ribs holding him a bit firmer to the mattress. "Still feel It's not worth going on?"
"I was teasing Clark. You spoiled me, just like I wanted. Let me give you some spoils of your own." Bruce wrapped his arms around Clark's neck, tried to roll the pair, but Clark wasn't about to move.
"I don't want you spoiled." Clark pressed himself up against Bruce's entrance, entering in slow, watching Bruce's eyes spark up with each inch he took. "I want you sweating Bruce." Clark eased his grip, let Bruce arch into the thrusts as they got fuller and faster. "Then it will be mission accomplished." Clark bit into Bruce's shoulder quite pleased to taste a twinge of salt on his skin.
"Fuck!" Bruce had a warm half humored howl to him as they went on. "I love you Clark. What kept me up? Got me through all that fucking cold?" He was getting dramatic again, but they were reaching the end, if there were ever a juncture for drama, now was the time. "Knowing you'd give this to me. Clark, this is perfect, you're perfect Clark, just what I needed."
"The better you get at asking-" Clark gave Bruce's hips a slight tilt, so he could hit just the right spot.
"There Clark! Please! Clark, I'm going to cum Clark." Bruce's body clenched tight around Clark's cock, asking, no demanding, his partner join in on the act.
"Better you get at asking-" Clark tried to find whatever thought he'd been forming before he felt his orgasm spear from his spine stright through his cock. "The more I'll answer with."
"That's it, this is what I want, fill me up keep me warm and wet!" Bruce cried out as his body locked and went loose in pleasure. Clark laid over Bruce as they caught their breath, as they nodded off, as they finally shut off and staid in.
"How we feeling today?" Clark was brushing his teeth when he heard Bruce start to stir in bed. "Alive? Toasty? Good even?"
"All of the above." Bruce grumbled like a man who wanted to sleep in a little while longer. "Get the door?"
"The-" Clark was interrupted by a knock. Throwing Bruce a look he spit out his toothpaste and left the bathroom. "Hello?" He answered the door.
"Malone?" It was a delivery driver already handing over numerous bags of food.
"Uh. . . Sure?" Clark had to juggle arm space to take all the items handed over. 'There wasn't any restaurant within miles of . . . I guess people will drive for a decent enough tip.' The man was already walking off before Clark pieced it all together.
"Hungry much? When did you order this?" Clark chuckled as he turned around to Bruce.
"I slaved all night to make you breakfast in bed." Bruce had ordered it the night before, banking on Clark being awake to answer the door. "Now come here and let me feed it to you." Bruce beckoned Clark back to him.
"I miss stakeouts Bruce, we should do them more often."
"Stop talking dirty when I can't touch you Clark." Bruce grinned wide. "Get back in bed you tease."