About This Work Thing . . .

[tanarill]

I read the employee handbook. Cover to cellophane cover. WE ARE NOT REQUIRED TO BE AT WORK NINE HOURS A DAY. We are required to be at work eight and a half hours a day, of which we are entitled to a half-hour lunch break and two fifteen-minute coffee breaks per day. I don't drink coffee; therefore, I take hour lunches. I do eat a fruit as a metabolism booster every day, but I don't stop working while doing so.

Also, Mr. Boss Man, it is incredibly rude of you to schedule a meeting from four to five tomorrow because that was the last time I was going to get to see the Boy before he goes to Budapest. And now I can't. Just so you know, I'm giving you a Dagger Glare.

In other news, I see someone named nuavarion has friended me. Who are you? Have you been stalking my journal? And did you know that in return for a decloak post you get a free drabble?

Julia, respond to the damn email!

And a ficbit.

Title: [Insert Title Here]
Fandom: DCU
Rating: R. Very much so.
Warning: Implied gay sex. Look, the disclaimer said I'd warn you, and that you don't have to read it.


"So, about going into heat," said Bruce. He said it after yet another round of truly amazing sex, which was still hard to think in his head because he remembered Zharren the same way he remember nightmares upon waking. Something had happened, though, because he'd come back to himself to find a very possessive, very clingy Bruce and he really wished he could remember it.

"Yes?"

"I noticed-something-every eight and a half months, but. If anything, you get less violent. How does that work?"

Clark shrugged, and was momentarily distracted by the feel on his skin briefly pressed against Bruce's. "That's how it works. I get very . . . sensitive for a few days. I mean, even more than usual. I don't really like doing anything when, for example, a door opening on the other side of an aircraft hanger is something I can feel. The overload is . . ."

"An overload. Which you work through."

"Yes. But it-I've always looked at it kind of as the price I have for the kind of senses I do the rest of the time. And at least it's not like women having a period every month. I don't think I could stand it that often, really."

"Hm." Bruce leaned forward and licked the back of his neck, causing him to shiver. "When do you next go into heat?"

"To be honest, I don't know. Zharren threw my entire system, and it's going to take time to settle. Bruce." This last was because Bruce had decided that tracing his spine with his tongue was an absolutely necessary thing to do at that point.

"Mm?"

"You are insatiable."

"I'm making up for wasted time. You don't really seem to mind."

"No-ah-I don't. But-" Bruce's tongue slipped over the hollow of his hip, and Bruce pushed at him to get him on his back. "But-" Bruce was teasing along the line where his leg joined his torso. He broke down. "Please."

He felt Bruce's smirk against his skin, and then, "Really don't seem to mind."

Clark didn't particularly feel like arguing, but he did say, "Insatiable," right before Bruce rendered him first speechless, and then loud but incoherent.

Especially when Bruce did that with his mouth.

Comments

[scribe-protra.livejournal.com]

Zharren? Is Zharren a planet or a person?

Also yay implied porn.

[nuavarion.livejournal.com]

I am from Glitch_Wyatt and I have read some of your stuff and think it's great. Hope you don't mind the friending.

[blackwolfmoon.livejournal.com]

I enjoyed the drabble, but seeing "Bruce" made me think of GTA, and that made it really unintentionally hilarious. I'm sorry XD;;;