holding on so tight @ionia @supermanshield
"Come. I'll show you my original fortress of solitude."
There's a loft on the far side of the barn, and a ladder leading up.
Bruce climbs it and turns around at the top to look back at Clark.
"Is this actually where the name comes from?" Clark nods. Bruce imagines an angsty teenage Clark here, hiding from his parents and pretending to be cool to his friends. "Isn't this where you bring people to make out?" He lets a little bit of Brucie slip into his voice and turns to sit down, legs dangling over the edge.
"Maybe when we were teens."
Clark floats up so he's at eye level with Bruce, his arms crossed.
Bruce's eyes widen. "Oh? Who did you bring up here? Boys or girls?"
A small but self-deprecating smile tugs at Clark's mouth. "Neither. I wasn't exactly comfortable dating anyone, Bruce. Even with Lana I didn't know how to do it."
Bruce has never really realized how lonely Clark must have been as a child and a teen until that moment. It must have been the opposite of Bruce's childhood, where there were always people around, even if he didn't want it at all. He had been alone with his thoughts and his pain in rooms full of people pretending to be his friend, but Clark had been alone . Alone and not able to talk to anyone about the things he felt and experienced, not able to relate to anyone - while he might have wanted to much more than Bruce.
"I had friends," Clark seems to read his mind. "Lana and Pete. They didn't know who I really was though." Clark turns a little red and continues. "I was a virgin until Lori - in college."
"Nothing wrong with that. Who's Lori? I've never heard you mention her."
"A mermaid." Clark smirks playfully. At Bruce's astonished look, he adds: "It happened underwater. It was all kinds of weird, but fun."
"Wow," Bruce lets out, not for the first time that day. He laughs out loud and pulls Clark closer, so he's floating between Bruce's legs. "Only you could lose your virginity to a mermaid." He grabs Clark's overall strap between his thumb and pointer finger, bringing them into the present again. "So, you've never made out with anyone up here?"
"No, never," Clark says, incredibly serious and his face close to Bruce's.
Their lips almost touch. "Hmm, we ought to remedy that."
"I'll finally get the full teenage farm experience."
"Mhmm," Bruce manages to get in right before they're kissing. Clark's mouth is hot on his, his hair warmed in the sun. Kissing Clark feels like fire and Bruce melts, like always. And Clark molds himself to Bruce, meeting him halfway, like always.
