Bruce, damp, in leather pants of any kind was certainly nice enough but this, this was what made his heart skip a beat or two. Bruce had such an amazing ability to focus, to make the world nothing but you and him. It was intoxicating in its own right, but when one added the fact that he was an excellent kisser and the fact that Clark was quite firmly in love with him...

There were very few other things that he could ever think to want. Except, perhaps, to tug him just a little closer.