DOMESTIC SUPERBAT!! one of my favourite flavours dino
they're in clark's apartment after a downpour in metropolis. the weather is dreary and muddy outside, and their clothes have gotten dirty walking from the WE office to dinner and then back home.
clark puts their clothes in with another load, and they take a warm shower together while their stuff dries.
bruce gets practically shoved into an oversized metropolis university sweater and matching sweatpants, with fluffy socks and a mug of hot cocoa to boot. his wet hair is damp and cool against his neck, but clark's smile is warm and they watch the rain together as they wait for the dryer to finish its cycle.
when it's done and the basket has been upended onto the bed, bruce starts on meticulously folding everything. he makes the lines crisp and even, aligns the socks before folding, and even trifolds the towels. he doesn't even consider anything odd about his process until a wad of socks hits him square in the forehead.
"this isn't a hotel," clark says with a fond smile. "it doesn't have to be perfect."
bruce huffs, folding the socks properly before chucking them back at clark. "this is how i fold clothes, clark. i was raised by a butler."
he only hears the snap of a waistband before a pair of clark's boxers shoots forward and catches him in the chest. bruce throws down the shirt he was attempting to fold and balls up a pair of pants, tossing them over to smack a laughing clark in the face.
clark advances, armed with a shirt and a sweater. bruce rounds the bed, holding a handful of folded socks with a budding grin.
they meet in the middle, mashing each other with clothes and laughing when it all ends up in a pile at their feet. clark surges forward, wrapping bruce in a bear hug and taking them both down onto the bed.
bruce ends up on top of clark, surrounded by the warm clothes. he leans down for a chaste kiss, smiling too broadly for anything more. clark's hands slip up the back of his sweater, and soon they have more clothes to add to the floor.
