Suki Blue Fiction
A series of Five Ficlets
Stage 1 - Attraction - Just For Me
There was much about Clark Kent that was
attractive. He was pretty good looking as far as aliens went – just so long as
you ignored the broad chin and the slightly thicker than normal neck. But apart
from those ‘distinguishing’ features, he had many qualities that could attract a
wandering eye. Bulging muscles, a broad chest of iron, eyes of the brightest
blue and hair so thick and dark that it made you want to climb up him and stroke
it.
Yet it was none of these things that first attracted Dick.
It was his smile. Dick had seen it many times and it always filled him with the
need to mirror the gesture. It was so unlike the dark expression permanently
etched on Bruce’s face. That just made Dick want to poke him until he went away
and came back with a balloon, some candy and a happy sunbeam.
But it was the day that Dick visited Clark, lost and confused by the loss of his
Robin mantle, that he really noticed Clarke’s smile. And it wasn’t until
many years later that he realised that it was only ever directed at him.
Clark, in fact, had a variety of smiles for every occasion – all genuine and all
just slightly different from the next. There was the ‘I’ve just saved you from a
burning building and I’m very glad that you’re alive’ smile, and the ‘yes, I’m
Superman. Feel free to applaud’ smile. And then there was the ‘Oh, Bruce, you
annoy me but I won’t take it to heart’ smile.
But the smile that was only for Dick held so much more than words. It held
promise, desire, hope and a guaranteed happy ending.
The hand on Dick’s shoulder jolted him from his contemplation.
“Are you okay?” Clark asked. “You seem lost in thought. Is anything wrong?”
Dick looked up and was awed by that smile again. He wondered if his own impish
grin could ever pack such a punch. “I’m fine – good. Really good. Uh, there’s
not much happening here tonight. You wanna get a drink? With me? I mean, in a
bar, or maybe a coffee place, not get a drink and bring it back here.”
His fingers twitched nervously and Dick wasn’t sure if he wanted Clark to clock
the cheesy chat-up or just assume that Dick had lost a couple of brain cells in
his last confrontation with a local wall.
Clark’s smile widened and Dick was almost positive that he could hear the
crackle and snap of sparkage as Clark moved closer.
“I thought you’d never ask. How about we go all out? Chinese? My place? My
treat.”
“Sure. Sounds great.” It was only then that Dick realised that the hand at his
shoulder still remained. Clark’s thumb slowly brushed back and forth before it
dropped and the hand reached out to him again.
“Shall we?”
Stage 2 - Romance - To Be With You
Clark’s idea of romance was far different
from Dick’s. While Clark loved to soar into the sky and take Dick to see the
world, Dick preferred to bust a bad guy, get carry-out and watch Kung Fu movies
long into the night.
Really, it was lucky that Clark had a thing for Bruce Lee and Dick wasn’t the
type to get travel sick.
Wednesday was big date night. Statistically, it was the one night of the week
that was almost guaranteed to be trouble free – an unofficial day of rest for
the criminally minded. Therefore, it was the perfect opportunity for two new
Superhero lovers to indulge themselves.
Clark held tighter to Dick’s waist as he dipped them down into the Grand Canyon.
“WHOOOOOOOO!!! YEAH!!”
For Dick the thrill was not in the danger. He knew beyond any doubt that Clark
would never drop him, that was a given, just like he knew that Clark’s brain had
calculated the speed and angle of the drop long before Dick had even put his
socks on that morning. The danger wasn’t in the fall or in the possibility of
passing out as Clark soared high above the Canyon to plunge them in again.
The thrill was in the trust.
Dick put his trust in a lot of people, but there was always an edge of doubt, an
uncertainty that kept Dick on his toes and ready to duck and tumble.
But not with Clark.
The trust was implicit, embedded in his heart and sealed with a kiss. Whenever
Starfire flew him, Dick held on. Whenever Clark flew him, Dick let go.
Clark rubbed his cheek against Dick’s and planted a kiss. “Dizzy yet?”
“Not even. You?” Dick asked, barely concealing a grin.
Clark chuckled. “You’d better hope not. Shall we do it again?”
Dick looked down at the Canyon far below. He spread his arms wide and turned his
head to meet Clark’s lips. “Once more with feeling. Then it’s Jackie Chan time.”
Stage 3 - Passion - Struck
Somehow they both knew when the time was
right. Like something flowing silently through the air around them, a feeling,
an intuition, a need, it wrapped around them and squeezed.
It was the longest night in all the world, the wait before they could be alone
unbearable to the point of physical pain.
The door kicked shut in haste, a table knocked aside and a cup of cold coffee
spilled across the carpet – all signs that a condensed whirlwind of passion had
finally been set free.
The bedroom door swung and rebounded, splitting wood and chipping paintwork.
Harsh breaths drowned out the silence, as they stopped to… Admire? Appreciate?
Wait a little longer just because they knew they could and then be in each
other’s arms in only a moment?
One second more of waiting and it was enough. Hard muscles met with a mighty
clash and hands scrabbled to touch. It was a battle. Who could touch first, who
could expose and see.
Clark held back the urge to dominate, to be the Alpha male and force Dick into
submission with strength and will. He grinned as he felt Dick’s hand on his
shoulder, pushing him down to his knees. So, someone else wanted to be the
Alpha. He was happy to allow it. Dick could ask for the moon and Clark would
happily serve it up on a plate with a side order of Neptune.
He didn’t need superpowers to hear Dick’s breath catch over and over as Clark
sucked and licked, pulled and caressed. That hand grabbed him again and pulled
his hair for attention.
“Need…now. You…inside,” Dick gasped.
Clark was a cape that never needed to be told twice. Or even be told once. A
rough interpretation of the request was often all that was required. He stood
and Dick’s lips attacked and devoured him. He closed his eyes and went with it,
losing part of himself forever as their tongues met and slid together.
Clark gripped Dick’s hips and groaned as he slid inside his lover with agonising
slowness. A part of his brain, the distant part that was always detached and
thinking of his weekly shopping instead of averting city-wide danger, wondered
if he’d supersped them both onto the bed and into this position. Had he missed
something? Hadn’t Dick said…?
His hands linked with Dick’s and together they set up a pounding rhythm that
felt more like the claiming of a soul than just sex. It could never be just
sex with Dick.
“Clark…” Dick’s voice, breathless, full of wonder – so familiar. He had
said something, something wonderful.
Struck with awe and a happiness that almost wasn’t fathomable, Clark finally let
Dick’s words be real.
I love you. Whispered with quivering lips and said with closed eyes and
trembling hands.
He felt Dick’s body shuddering beneath him, reaching the edge and falling
downwards. Clark fell with him.
“Dick?” Clark held on tight.
“Yeah?”
“I am so in love with you.”
Stage 4 - Intimacy - Confession
Normally when Dick ran his mouth off or
confessed out loud to a terrible thought he would wait for the condemnation, the
scowl or even blankness that signalled judgement.
But in the darkness of their bedroom Clark simply brushed a gentle hand down
Dick’s arm before circling his waist and inching them further together. Clark’s
expression was kind, loving and not even slightly condescending or, worse,
critical.
There was nothing but love in those clear, blue eyes and just for a second Dick
wondered if it was all a dream, a wonderful, magical dream.
The words from Dick’s mouth would have been enough to slow down The Flash,
ground Starfire or perhaps even cause Batman to gape like a shocked fish. But
Clark handled the confession with total calm and a small twitch of one eyebrow
that meant he was slightly amused.
“What?” Dick asked. “Something funny?” His words were not accusatory, just
confused.
Clark brushed his lips against Dick’s, kissing softly in reassurance. “I just
wondered how long it would take you to say that outside your box,” he said with
two light taps to the side of Dick’s head.
Dick closed his eyes, blocked out his confession and concentrated on the feel of
Clark’s lips now on his jaw and hand on his bare hip. The lips dropped to his
neck and Dick hummed with quiet need as Clark’s hand caressed his thigh and
threatened to do more.
“I…I just had to say it,” Dick whispered in the quiet darkness. “I knew you’d
understand, out of everybody. I knew I could trust you.”
Dick felt Clark smile against his neck, then that wandering hand left his thigh
and wrapped around his cock.
“You can always trust me, Dick. Always.”
“I know. Wouldn’t have told you otherwise.” Dick held on tightly as the hand on
his cock stroked him. The rhythm was slow and even, but that hand held him firm,
making Dick wonder if he could come just by Clark’s hand holding him still.
Clark’s hips pushed towards him in an accidental gesture and Dick sobered enough
to grab the subconscious hint by the horns. His hand found Clark’s shaft and his
long fingers wrapped around it and pumped hard. Hey, Clark had some catching up
to do.
Their lips connected again and as they sank into the deepest of kisses, their
bodies moved in tandem, their hands now holding on to legs, arms and backs as
their hips thrust together with drawn out moans and manly grunts.
And as that crucial moment came and their bodies tensed and shuddered, their
hips slowing their movements and their lips touching one more time, Dick
wondered again how he’d gotten so lucky. And the thing that amazed him the most
was that he knew Clark was wondering the same thing.
Nothing fazed Clark, not even Dick’s confession. After all, not everybody
preferred the original Star Trek over Star Trek Voyager.
Tomorrow Dick would confess his Sesame Street obsession.
Stage 5 - Commitment - The Sock
Dick laughed to himself and picked up a
dusty, discarded sock that was lying in the corner of the bedroom. The
bedroom, that’s what it was now. Although he was still the owner of the
building, Dick was moving out permanently and moving on. And the sock was
apparently moving with him.
Everything was packed up and Dick was ready. He’d been kinda living with Clark
already, flying the Superman Express to Bludhaven and back. But now he was
leaving someone else in charge and moving for good.
Clark was downstairs with the truck. They’d decided that Clark wouldn’t fly all
of Dick’s possessions to their apartment in Metropolis. That would just be
cocky. So they were doing it the good old fashioned way.
The apartment was clear now. It was all done.
It was just Dick and his sock. The sock had been one of a pair – obviously –
that Dick had adored. They had Tigger on them and they both had holes on the
heel. Dick had always liked to wear them on a Sunday. Until he’d lost one. This
one.
Dick tuned in on the sound of Clark’s feet padding down the hallway towards
theapartment. It fascinated him how Clark always walked so slowly. It was a
stark contrast to Dick’s long and quick stride.
Not that long ago, Dick had felt like he was lost, like he’d moved to Bludhaven
and somehow strayed from the path. His life had detoured and the days had turned
to eternal nights.
Until Clark.
“Hey.”
Dick smiled at the sound of Clark’s voice, but his eyes didn’t leave the sock.
“You okay?” Clark asked.
Dick nodded. “Just getting sentimental.”
“Over a sock?”
There had been a time, in his darkest hour, that he had thought that his life
was lost forever.
Dick looked up and fixed Clark with a look that said he wasn’t only talking
about the sock. “I found it again.”
The End