Bruce and Dick undercover as civilians at a fancy gala and they escape to snoop in their target's office.
they hear someone coming so they hide in a very tiny closet and are pressed close together waiting for the coast to clear. very close.
Dick is extremely sleep deprived from a brutal weak. his back is aching from staying still in this cramped environment. the motherfucker outside is talking to someone and seems in no hurry to leave. maybe if Dick were on better shape, he would resist the warmth emanating from Bruce. maybe he wouldn't rest his head on his shoulder, relax against his chest.
Bruce takes his weight without complaint, arm around his waist.
Bruce smells good. there's a familiar cologne on his neck. it's been so long since Dick had physical contact like this, and he's so out of it that his body reacts in the most embarrassing way. Dick tries to keep his half hard cock away from Bruce, but it's a war of attrition.
"Sorry," Dick whispers into his ear, barely making a sound. Bruce just shakes his head, as if to say *there's nothing to apologize for*. these things happen—have happened before, when adrenaline is high, when sparring and wrestling. it doesn't mean anything.
Bruce's lips find his ear. "Our cover, if we get caught."
they'll pretend they snuck into the office, and then the closet, to make out like teenagers. Dick nods. Bruce tips his chin up and peers down at Dick in the dark, then pinches both of his cheeks, not hard. to make the skin pink. it's not necessary, but it makes a good excuse. Dick reaches up and does the same to Bruce's high cheekbones. Bruce thumbs Dick's lip and he nearly gasps aloud.
then Bruce licks his own thumb, and rubs the saliva across Dick's mouth.
it's just unfair. this attention to detail is entirely unnecessary to their cover. Dick throbs against Bruce's hip.
he closes the distance between them and bites Bruce's lower lip. it's just for *realism*. and then they really *are* making out like teenagers, slow and quiet in the stuffy closet. they barely move to keep from being discovered, and it heightens every sensation, makes them drunk on spit and breath.
when they can finally escape the closet, their hair is sticking up, their lips swollen, the lines of their suit pants ruined. they won't talk about it.