My dude my buddy my friend ... may I request some ace!Clark please? I came out to an old friend today so I'm feeling pretty awesome right now :3
OH MY GOD YES! Though I don’t know entirely what to write so... let’s just do this... canonverse
They’d been lounging on the couch in silence for awhile now. Steve watching the corn sway out in the yard, eyes heavy with sleep. His feet were pressed again Clark and he listened to the pages rustle with each turned page. Clark was reading some murder mystery or something. He was a sucker for classic mysteries.
“I could,” Steve said, drawling out the syllables, “give you a massage? With oils and candles, we could make it fun?”
“That’d be nice.” Clark looked out the windows framing the giant stone fireplace. “Or I could give you one.”
“You sure?”
“I don’t mind.”
Steve quirked a brow. He watched the shadows play along Clark’s angular face. His fingers itched to pick up a pencil and start drawing that nose and those sharp eyes. “Sometimes I worry we take advantage of you.”
“Why?”
“Because, ya know, you just--I dunno. Fuck, Clark. I don’t know. I just feel it.”
“I learned the word, or at least I think I did. Online.”
“Huh?”
“Asexual. I think that’s me. So you’re not taking advantage of me. You’re just letting me be me. It’s actually the complete opposite.”
Steve frowned, crossing his arms. “I don’t think I’ll ever really understand. But I’ll try. As long as I’m not pushing you.”
Clark smiled. “You’re doing fine. You always have. I think that’s what I love so much about you and Bucky. You’re so conscious of me, both of you. I worried--well--there was a time when I didn’t think this would all work out. That you two would push me away.”
Steve leaned forward, cupping Clark’s hand. “Never.”
Clark flicked up his brows. “I wasn’t sure. And I didn’t know if me being me would make it harder. You’re both so--so intense.”
“Horndogs? Sexual deviants? Cocksluts?”
“Voracious.” Clark scooted closer to Steve, resting their foreheads together. “I was scared.”
“But you’re not anymore?”
“Nah.” Clark’s lips trailed over Steve’s, a ghost hinting at a promise.
“I wanna give you a nice massage.” Steve kissed Clark, his lips too close and too warm to deny. They lingered there, locked in a sweet kiss, eyes closed, bodies relaxed. “But I wanna do it the way you want.”
“Well I like oils and candles. I’m not dead, Steve, just ace.”
Steve laughed, leaning back. “Okay, yeah, okay. No happy endings, just a good massage.”
Clark bumped their noses together, nipping at Steve’s cheek. “It’s got a happy ending. It’s the happiest ending I want for it.”
“Am I being insensitive?”
“What? No!” Clark grabbed Steve’s hands, lacing their fingers together. Steve stopped breathing, watching the way the light caught in Clark’s ice blue eyes. It was true when Steve said Clark’s beauty was out of this world. He really was in the most literal sense, out of this world. “You’re fine. You’re just looking at the world from where you’re standing. I’m looking at it from where I am. It’s natural that we don’t see it the same. That doesn’t make you insensitive. Everything’s fine.”
“No it’s not.”
Clark frowned.
“You’re not on your belly with your shirt off yet.”
Clark snorted. “Go get your oils you little shit.”
Steve stole another kiss, brief and playful. “You love me.” He jumped over the couch and headed toward the stairs.
“I really do.”
