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I need ClarkTim with babysitter Tim. Imagine during his early Robin days, Bruce is mad at Tim and tells him he needs to learn how to be responsible. The mistake was pretty minor but Bruce was all angsty and angry during those days. He tells Tim to go home and that he's suspended from work.

Bruce and Clark meet up later. Bruce vents about his reckless Robin. Clark knows his friend is in the wrong but he thinks it would be best if Robin and Batman to have some space for a while so that they could cool off and that Robin deserves to take a break from Gotham. He offers to help teach Robin some responsibility by making him babysit Jon. That's what his Ma and Pa would've done for him had his powers not pop up unexpectedly. Granted, he would've been 16 at that time and not 13. But Bruce agrees that it's a great idea.

So Tim shows up in their quaint apartment home in Metropolis just as he and Lois were about to leave for date night. Tim clearly doesn't want to do this but he was determined to prove Bruce wrong. It was quite a mess when they came back but it was not that bad for a 13 year old taking care of a 5 year old for the first time.

It becomes a thing where Bruce would send Tim over when he's mad at him. And it became an even more regular thing when Clark and Lois divorced and Bruce realized that Tim has a tendency to overwork himself and that kids shouldn't be vigilantes in the first place. Tim is still Robin but he doesn't come out every night now or doesn't fight crime at night for a long time since watching over Jon is a tiring task.

Clark sometimes miss Lois. There were days where Jon was just not having it and Clark dearly misses having a partner in crime. In those days, he's so grateful for the arrangement he made with Bruce. It was a relief to come home and not worry that Jon got hurt and is full and asleep in his bed. It made Clark's heart beat fast when he sees Tim working on a case next to Jon, all so serious. He has that same look that he gets when Lois was writing or reporting on an issue.

One night, the JL are having a bit of a get together. Tim is back at Clark's apartment watching over Jon so Clark decided he can let loose and get drunk. When he came back home, he finds Jon asleep in his own room. He went to check on Tim but he was so drunk that he found himself groping and soon humping his son's sleeping babysitter. It's been so long since he got laid. Tim has always been so good with Jon, can't he be good with this too?

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yessssssssssss clarktim is such a good one!!!! add in the whole 'babysitter' aspect and its soooo gooodd!!!!!!!!!

i really love the idea that bruce was not the easiest to deal with when tim started as robin and it ends up setting the tone or veering them towards a path that will cause problems in the future. bruce snapping at tim for being irresponsible definitely makes sense to me! bruce probably isn't thinking about how tim is only thirteen so of course he's irresponsible and he's also probably not considering about how if it were jason or dick in front of him he wouldn't have ripped into them the way he did to tim.

but it's a small thing, a thing that has no greater impact or effect that ends up setting bruce off the edge and he just yells at tim for it before sending him home for the night and telling him to not show his face for a few days because he was just so mad. and it's not what tim did that drove him to the edge, tim was just the unfortunate recipient of a lot of bottled up feelings because bruce had run into a case about homeless children in gotham being found frozen to death as snow melted around the city and his mind had gone to jason and about how he could've been one of them if bruce had not met him in the fall right before the weather turned chilly.

bruce has been more isolated since jason's death but tim had pushed him to reconnect with his colleagues and friends. given that he's been shunned from the cave tim takes to texting dick, asking if he could please check up on bruce because he's a bit upset with tim right now. but dick is busy and normally he'd follow through with the request because it was tim asking him. but he's traveling out of state for a case and can't so...dick calls clark. he asks clark to check on bruce because bruce still hasn't reached out much, miserable and angsty as he is. and clark jumps on the oppertuniy because he doesn't feel right just flying to gotham without an invitation but he's doing a favor for dick then it should be fine!

bruce doesn't really mean what he says about tim. calling him irresponsible and on some level he knows it's so utterly wrong to badmouth another cape to clark, especially one working under him and especially one so young but...bruce can't help it. he's just SO outraged and mad and in a few weeks he'll feel bad about everything he said and he'll grimace at his behavior and he'll do his best to make sure something like that never occurs again because tim hadn't deserved to be treated like that.

but in the moment clark nods and listens even if he internally frowns at bruce's words. clark hasn't met this new robin and he knows that bruce isn't like this normally and feels a pang of pity for this new robin to be dealing with this more volatile bruce. clark doesn't want to overstep. he knows it will do more damage than good so scolding bruce, telling him not to treat the 'poor kid' that way will just serve to alienate bruce farther and maybe even put the young robin into even more hot water with his boss....so clark considers what his parents would do if they were in his shoes.

bruce is clearly doing better than the last time clark has seen him. but...he's also clearly still struggling and maybe having his robin peeking over his shoulder is making him more tense than normal. and maybe the fact that his robin is on holiday break and spending more time in the manor with bruce also has something to do with it.

so...clark makes a proposition. he offers to help teach bruce's robin some lessons in responsibility, just something small like...babysitting. it's an age-appropriate task for someone like tim and he and lois were starved for a date night. raising a child in the city was hard given that clark's family was so far away and lois's family were in another state.

plus it's not like jon was a baby, at five he was perfectly capable of doing things like going potty, requesting snacks or juice, turning the tv on to his favorite channels, and reading simple books. thirteen may have been a little young and clark himself hadn't babysat a neighbor's kid since he was at least sixteen but- bruce agrees. he nods in agreement at the task and gets this tightened-jaw look when he says that maybe tim will learn some responsibility like this.

after that bruce shoos him away. bruce never gives a date tim will show up, doesn't discuss baby sitting rates, never brings up transportation but all that gets answered a few nights later when clark ominously recieves a text from bruce that says 'he's here.'

he and lois were still in their work clothes and had just had plans to order in some dinner when the knock on their door came.

apparently bruce dropped tim off just outside the city with some vague directions to clark and lois's apartment. tim had just learned he'd been volunteered to babysit and that this was his punishment for his behavior a few days ago. clark cringed at tim's words and felt a bit guilty at the resigned look on the robin's face. lois peeked over clark's shoulder and he saw her eyes sparkle in interest at tim's explanation for his presence.

despite tim's clear displeasure clark does his best to be friendly as he shows tim to a small printed out list on the refridgerator of all their emergency numbers before introducing him to jon who seems very curious about this new stranger.

for the first time in...years he and lois go out on a date. lois seems very content to enjoy her chinese food in a restaurant in peace without having to continue returning jon to his seat because he kept trying to speed over to the tv to watch his show. still clark can't help but think about tim and how he's doing. he keeps an ear open to listen as tim teaches jon some memory game and as a result keeps missing what lois is saying.

when clark had opened the door from tim's knocking he....he'd admit that he'd blinked a little in shock because tim was A LOT smaller than clark had been expecting. tim had long, dark curtain bangs and big blue eyes with fluttery lashes. his small pout had been visible with pink, full lips and he'd had his arms crossed across his chest while dressed in a black metal band t-shirt and brown cargo pants. he'd looked painfully normal. like every other moody teenager clark passed on the street and knowing he was robin really sent clark's brain for a loop.

the night ends quite uneventfully and by the time clark and lois return jon is already in bed and tim is quietly sitting on the couch glaring down at his phone where he's furiously typing.

while lois heads to bed clark decides to walk tim back out the city limits because even though this was a punishment and tim was likely more than capable of taking care of himself, clark didn't feel it right to send a kid to walk out on metropolis streets all alone when it was after midnight.

the walk is silent but eventually clark manages to get tim venting about bruce and all his jerky ways and how he volunteered tim to be an unpaid babysitter as some kind of "lesson".

"no offense mr. kent" tim quickly offered, soft round cheeks blossoming to pink with embarrassment.

"none taken." clark softly assures the teen while frowning internally at bruce. clark had suggested babysitting as a good way to learn responsibility because it had been what he'd done. but clark had also been paid. sure it had only been ten bucks but that had been enough for him to feel accomplished and mature. it had made him feel grown up to have done a real job and received recognition for it. it was one thing if tim was made to babysit as a punishment but making him do it without a reward or payment would just teach tim that adults could make him do anything they wanted and he couldn't complain. clark knew he'd blown the last of his cash on dinner with lois so instead he fumbled for the fortune cookies he'd stuffed in his pocket earlier and pathetically offered it to tim with a sheepish thanks.\

thankfully tim doesn't do that crinkle-browed expression of irritation that bruce does sometimes. he takes clark's sad offering and begins thoughtfully chewing on one of the cookies while staring down at the little fortune slip he'd gotten from cracking it open.

"it wasn't all that bad," tim softly offered, "jon's a cute kid and i liked hanging out with him."

at that clark smiled and agreed before slowing to a stop beside the 'welcome to metroplis!' billboard.

a dark, black car was parked on the side of the road and tim let out a put upon sigh when it flashed its headlights at them. clark gave a jaunty wave and the car angrily revved in response. tim sighed and started off at a jog, turning back to yell a thanks to clark for walking with him.

clark watches them both go, not even flinching when bruce's disguised batmobile does an illegal u-turn on the empty street.

for the rest of the month he and lois have a somewhat steady babysitter, something lois is grateful for so they can both pull some late nights at the planet since tim is in charge of picking jon up from elementary school and taking him back to the apartment to do his homework, then to feed him dinner, and then put him to bed.

the first time tim picked jon up from school he'd picked the lock to their apartment because lois kept forgetting to put the spare key back under the mat because she kept losing her set. after that happened again a few more times clark ended up making tim a copy of the apartment key, sliding it to him and asking him to promise not to tell lois because she'd feel guilty at having locked them both out.

(plus clark hadn't wanted to rehash the whole housekey argument about lois forgetting, losing, always needing clark to drop what he was doing and speed back for the one little thing)

a few times tim acts as an overnight babysitter for them because clark has been called off planet and lois doesn't want to have to drop out of yet another conference where she's a key speaker.

clark is grateful to have tim, lois is as well.

but then bruce works through whatever issue he was having with tim and the two of them lose their favorite (only) sitter. it's not easy getting a sitter for jon. he's young and although he hasn't shown any signs yet clark doesn't want to risk jon's powers potentially manifesting when a random teenager is in the house. jon is also yet unaware that his father is superman (as much as he loves him clark knows how children are with secrets). having tim provided much needed relief for clark and lois and losing him throws a bit of a wrench in their routines.

clark knows he and lois have been having...issues. neither of them are as young as they used to be and the problems of their youth seem so far away with new concerns. as dumb 20-somethings neither of their egos had clashed or been points of contention but...now...lois is missing opportunities because clark can't be there to pick up the slack. lois is being offered the opportunity to be an investigative journalist on a team looking to expose deep-veined corruption overseas. it's a job that would take her out of metropolis for months at a time. but sometimes superman is called out of the city as well. sometimes he spends days away in foreign countries offering relief aid with natural disasters, sometimes the justice league needs to send him and a few other heavy hitters off planet. and if lois takes that job then...who will watch jon? they can't drop him off at his parent's house. what about his schooling? plus clark's parents are older, more fragile. they can't be running around after a five year old all the time. why don't lois's parents move closer? it might make it easier on the family. well they can't do that for the same reason they can't have a normal sitter. the same reason lois can't befriend the other moms at jon's school and the same reason that the only friends lois has are clark's friends.

occasionally bruce will have a fight with tim. they'll butt heads for one reason or another and he and lois will have a babysitter again and it will soothe away some of the arguments they'd been having. soon bruce seems to pull his head a bit out of his ass and makes it so tim is only patrolling a certain number of times a month. it frees up more of his time and pretty soon tim is not a rare sight in their apartment, occasionally even spending days there when he and lois are both taken out of the city. but they're reassured with the fact that tim is present to take care of jon and watch over him to make sure he doesn't get hurt.

maybe having tim around delays the inevitable but at some point over the years, he and lois can no longer put it off.

the divorce does not bring great relief or happiness. it's a miserable affair. clark does love lois and she him but...they're not twenty anymore. they've grown apart and they want different things and...it just wasn't working. any longer and they would've grown to hate each other and neither of them wanted that.

but clark is now 37 and divorced with primary custody of his son. it was decided that it was best that jon remain with clark and in metropolis since lois would be moving around a lot. lois sets off to war-torn countries and politically tense situations having finally accepted the offer from a group of journalists. she calls often and face times jon weekly but its clear to anyone that jon takes their separation and eventual divorce hard.

clark makes a deal with bruce following a night that bruce invites him into his office at the manor for a drink. tim by that point was basically the only person clark trusted enough to watch his kid so it was decided that when the justice league needed to send him somewhere or some major disaster was occurring at the other side of the planet- then bruce would drop tim off at clark's apartment to watch jon.

anything else probably would've made jon's recent behavior problems worse. jon knew tim so he wouldn't catch an attitude with him like he had with his teachers and classmates. clark knew that it was because of the divorce that jon was acting out, throwing tantrums, and refusing to listen to him because of that...but it still didn't make it any easier.

tim being present makes it easier. without lois a lot of the load for maintaining the household falls to him now that she's gone. clark now has to go to work, clock out in time so he can race to the grocery store, the bank, the dry cleaners. clark has to make sure he's getting jon's favorite foods so that they don't end up sitting on the shelves, clark has to remember to send the mortgage check, to pay utilities on the first of every month.

it's a lot. and it's easier to know that by the time clark crawls through the door that jon's homework will be done, that he'll have eaten dinner, that the apartment will be cleaned up with dishes put away, and that jon will be curled up and asleep by his bedtime.

clark thanks his lucky stars that jon looks up to tim and listens to him. he might be the only one jon actually obeys and clark is thinking about begging tim to know his secret.

sometimes clark is early arriving back home and he walks into an apartment where dinner is still cooking in the oven and jon and tim are quietly working side by side at the living room table while the tv plays some boring news station.

jon is intently focused on his phonics workbook and tim is zeroed in on about half a dozen case files spread around him while furiously typing on his laptop. there's a cooling mug of honey tea on one coaster and a glass of blue raspberry kool-aid on another.

it's a sight that makes clark's chest hurt at the memory of lois doing something the similar. tim bites down on his bottom lip and has a furrow between his brow as he glares down at his case just like she does when she's encountered something particularly difficult.

clark savors the dinners of when he gets home early. often times tim will make a roast of some kind. either chicken or beef along with some vegetables. other times he'll make a pasta dish or some fish. a few times he makes an excellent meatloaf. apparently tim had requested cooking lessons from alfred because he hadn't wanted to only make jon mac and cheese or frozen dinners.

usually he and lois would order food or settle for frozen meals. it's...nice to come home to a home-cooked dinner just like when he was a kid. jon also seems to adore it, cleaning his plate of everything tim makes even things he'd insisted that he hated.

"i thought you didn't like peas?" clark softly asked, a fond smile tugging at his lips as jon shoveled them into his mouth by the spoonful.

"i like these peas," jon huffed, turning pink, "these peas taste good."

whenever jon got a tv dinner with peas he'd pout and whine until either clark or lois scraped them off his mashed potatoes and onto their own trays. but tim's peas were happily eaten with gusto.

clark helps tim clean and wash up while jon watches his cartoons having already finished his homework. having someone beside him...quietly working while the radio on top of the microwave played classic rock...it was...nice. it did a good job of healing some of that aching loneliness in clark's chest. it wasn't just that he missed lois, he missed...the companionship, having someone at his side cracking jokes or snickering at clark's obliviousness.

clark misses that closeness, that familiarity, the feeling of another person beside him.

tim is a nice fixture in his and jon's life and clark doesn't want to ruin that by...by making it weird and talking about how tim reminds clark of his wife.

tim starts talking about possibly taking jon to the park the next time he comes by because jon seems a little pent up being stuck in the apartment all day and clark's brain leaps on the distraction to pull away from his thoughts and the hyper awareness he feels at every brush of tim's bare arm against the skin from clark's rolled up sleeves.

something ends up happening in gotham and tim is gone for weeks and in that time things with jon spill over. jon ends up breaking several dinner plates when he throws a tantrum over not wanting pizza again even though clark hadn't had time to cook after rushing to pick jon up from after-school care. clark loses his temper and ends up sending jon to his room without dinner which makes jon breakdown crying.

clark cleans up the mess in the kitchen, sweeping up glass and throwing out the flipped over box of pizza. he doesn't notice he's crying until he wipes his hands on his shirt and goes to push back his hair only to feel the warm tears on his cheeks.

clark is not adjusting well to single parenthood. he thinks of calling lois before remembering that it's the middle of the night in her time zone. he thinks of calling his parents before pushing it away because they'd just want to come and see him, but the drive would be too much for pa.

clark stands in that empty kitchen, listening to his child muffle their sobs into their pillow before he picks up the cordless phone hanging on the wall and dialing a number he knows by heart.

it's probably incredibly inappropriate, clark is probably crossing several boundaries, he might even strain his relationship with tim by burdening him with his struggles as a parent but....but tim knows jon and...and clark is just so lost and desperate for any kind of help. jon's on the verge of getting suspended, clark has already had to beg the principal for leniency twice.

tim picks up and he and clark spend several hours on the phone once he hears the emotion in clark's voice. by the end clark has a list of therapists in the metropolis area to call in the morning and he learns that tim, as a kid, had struggled with his own resentful feelings towards his parents because they'd often leave him home alone or in the care of a nanny or ship him off to boarding school. tim had struggled for a long time about his feelings of resentment towards his parents and wanting them to go away while also wanting them to come back and be with him.

in the morning clark apologizes to jon for raising his voice and promises not to do it again while also telling him that his behavior the night before hadn't been acceptable and that he could've hurt himself or tim if he'd been there. jon's eyes well up with tears and clark holds him while saying that jon's having a tough time and that he's so sorry that he hadn't helped him sooner.

a few more weeks later and jon has settled into weekly therapy appointments to help him cope with his parent's divorce. lois is saddened to hear about jon's freakout that prompted it but seems happy to hear that clark has decided to get him into therapy.

clark doesn't mention about how it had been tim's idea, stemming from tim musing that he wished he'd have gotten therapy as a child to deal with his parent's frequent absence in his life. he doesn't know why he doesn't tell her or anyone about that phone call with tim that had dragged on late into the night. it's not like clark had done anything...wrong.

but still clark doesn't mention it. not even to bruce who he shares monitor duty for the next week. it probably would've been wise. to let bruce know that clark had called his robin on the phone late at night and spent hours on the line with him. but he hadn't

a little while later tim returns to babysitting duties. every night before he leaves to go back to gotham he quietly asks if clark is okay, leaning in close with a low whisper and asking clark if everything is alright. that night...on the phone...tim had wanted clark to promise that he'd call tim if he ever felt overwhelmed again.

bruce had relegated tim to desk work when he wasn't out on patrol so it's not as though it would be some great sacrifice for tim to come over and help him out.

clark had thought about it but...but he hadn't wanted to take advantage of tim. tim already did so much for him. including beginning to freeze dinners for him and jon. clark returns home one night to find jon and tim intently focused on spooning, cutting, wrapping, and stacking various dishes into different tupperwares to be frozen. clark watches with wide eyes as tim points to the various tubs explaining how clark only needs to reheat the food or stick it in the oven for a nice hot home cooked meal when tim's not around.

tim even premakes sandwiches for him and jon to take to school and to work. a cubicle neighbor raises a brow at clark's bacon, pear, and fig sandwich on artisan bread.

"you get yourself a girlfriend kent?"

the questions makes clark flounder because it was true that tim did a lot of things that were....girlfriend-like. but the question just has him turning red and sputtering.

after a while clark starts getting the hang of it. he asks perry for a list of different positions at the planet aside from a field reporter and eventually applies for an internal position that will allow him to work from home some weeks and only have to go into the office a handful of days. clark sets up an account at the grocery store and prepays in advance to have his groceries delivered to his door. clark switches to an online bank and arranges for all his bills to be automatically withdrawn from his account. clark starts taking a more active role in his home, trying to vacuum up visible dust, cleaning plates when he sees them, and doing a load of laundry or dirty towels before the pile gets too big. clark even starts making jon's breakfast and lunch for him now that he's not rushing them both out the door in the morning.

clark, for the first time, starts to feel like he's in control ever since the divorce. he even signs jon up for soccer, organizing a carpool with the other moms who sympathize with him about being a solo parent.

clark joins the pta, volunteers for the annual bake sale, attends jon's games.

by the time tim returns for the next cycle of babysitting clark is blushing while carefully serving him and jon some casserole (ma's signature recipe). jon excitedly tells tim all about his teammates and games and about how dad had even promised to sign up jon for swimming when the summer came!

tim is smiling and clark can see the happiness in tim's eyes as jon happily reports everything that's happened these last few weeks.

once jon goes to bed clark is excited to tell tim about all the changes he's made. clark hasn't even gotten around to telling bruce or lois about the job change but for some reason he really wants tim to know he's doing better. that he's not that crying father calling him for help.

it's not always smooth sailing. sometimes jon gets into one of his moods and sometimes clark has a busy week but it always works out in the end and tim is always a relief to see.

maybe it's the fact that clark is finally...comfortable that he accepts the invitation to the justice league mixer. mixers are usually light hearted get-togethers with food, laughs, and lots of alcohol. thanks to bruce and oliver this means clark and the others get to sample some really nice alcohol and none of that cheap stuff they all consumed in college. tim is babysitting for clark that night and is even going to be staying the night since he and bruce are in another cold war (how someone could ever fight with someone as great as tim clark had no idea!). and this is the first-night clark has had to himself in a while so...he lets loose. normally it takes a lot of alcohol for clark to get drunk but awhile back bruce had reverse engineered a poison compound that amplified alcohol in his system by 100. now he offered it in the form of a pill to clark in the bathroom, passing it over to him with sleight of hand like he was a fratboy offering ecstasy to an initiate.

clark gets wonderfully drunk, the stage of drunk where everything is hilarious and the world is tilted a little to the right. the stage of drunk where his head is all floaty and he feels like he's flying even though his feet are on the ground.

it's the middle of the night by the time the party has fizzled out and many of the leaguers have claimed chairs or passed out on training mats if they haven't made it to the dorms at the tower. the beds at the tower are too narrow for clark to comfortably sprawl so he says slurred goodbyes to a passed out green lantern and flash, waves to diana who is smiling and pleased with the company of all her friends, and slides past bruce who is pretending to not be drunk as he leans against a wall. clark flys back to metropolis slowly and careful not to bump into any buildings before entering through his bedroom window he left unlocked.

like a toddler with uncoordinated hands, clark strips out of his suit and leaved it as a pile on the floor until he's only in his boxers, the open window blowing in a soft city breeze. with light feet, clark tiptoes to his bedroom door and pushes it open to reveal the darkened highway. before settling to bed he just wants to make everything is order.

the smoke detector is working, the oven is off, the water isn't running, the front door and windows in the rest of the apartment are locked, and everyone is in bed.

jon is curled into a sweet little ball in his room. there's a half empty glass of water on his bedside table and all his toys are put away so that the floor of his room is clear. clark wants to stumble over and press a kiss to his baby's head but he doesn't trust himelf to not stumble and face plant on the carpet and just sleep there.

but clark has one more person to check up on.

when he and lois had shared a home the extra room at the end of the hall had been their home office. but once they'd divorced, clark had decided to downsize since most of the things in the office lois had either taken with her or sold before leaving to go abroad. clark had gotten rid of the big vanity and dresser in his and lois's bedroom and gotten a corner desk and rolling chair to serve as his bedroom office.

that freed up the home office to be turned into a guest room.

clark pushed open the cracked door, likely so jon could crawl into tim's bed in case of a nightmare, and stared at tim who was laid out on the full sized bed. tim was in a pair of volleyball shorts and a long hudson college shirt that stopped mid thigh. the shirt was riding up revealing a smooth stomach which had something in clark going warm.

maybe clark wouldn't have done it if the alcohol in his blood hadn't given him the courage. maybe clark thought it was okay because he and lois had done this once upon a time. where lois would pretend to be asleep and clark, the sexless farmboy, would come and and squeeze her thigh and lightly tug on the ends of her clothes.

only that clark doesn't lightly touch tim or tease his delicate skin.

clark hasn't had sex in well over two years because towards the end of his relationship with lois they had completely shut each other out. that must be why clark quietly stumbles in, letting the door softly click closed behind him as he took slow, shuffling steps forward until he was standing beside tim.

clark's fingers wrapped around the bottom of tim's shirt and pushed it all the way up to reveal little soft tits that had clark biting down on his bottom lip. a flash of heat coursed through his gut at the sight of puffy tits and soft, rosy nipples.

god. clark could feel the arousal already beginning to swirl in him from just looking.

it's not like clark was fully chaste despite what others might believe. just before the divorce clark had started watching porn on his phone and quietly jacking off in the bathroom just before joining lois in bed. but he'd stopped abruptly and hadn't touched himself since.

but why had he?- oh that's right!

there'd been this one porno clark had stumbled across. it'd been one where the girl was this skinny little thing in a tiny little skirt with pretty lips and a pixie cut.

she'd been pretty with a puffy, wet, pink pussy but that's not what had gotten clark off. it had been the scenario. she'd been playing as the babysitter for this one older man who hadn't had money to pay her for her time because his wife had the checkbook but that was alright because she was more than willing to accept another form of payment: cock.

clark had remembered how hard he'd been breathing as a delicate little pussy furiously rode the nice hard cock of a dad who was grunting and playing with her tits while asking "you're not going to tell my wife about this are you?"

that line was what had clark grunting and spilling his release into his palm while his heart pumped faster and faster.

minutes after his orgasm horror and disgust had flooded clark at the realization that he'd gotten undeniably aroused at....baby sitter porn. and the girl he'd masturbated to...had held a similar resemblance to tim...

clark had been so ashamed he had refused to touch himself at all afterward. he'd thrown himself into his work and then his divorce, completely neglecting his manly needs until he was kneeled beside his son's baby sitter and playing with his tits.

both of clark's hands were cupping tim's little tits, admiring his rosy nipples and gently squeezing the soft flesh. clarks hands practically covered tim's entire chest. the flesh was soft and warm and clark felt the urge to lean down and start kissing the little tits, taking one into his mouth and suckling the tit until tim woke up to the sight of clark nursing on him.

clark was only in underwear and he could feel as his cock swelled with arousal more and more the longer he fondled tim. one hand clark had been resting on tim's abdomen stroked down tim's stomach. two fingers kept pressing and slid between the natural seam of tim's crotch and clark felt himself go lightheaded when he felt tim's pussy lips part for him under the fabric.

god. clark's cock was forming a prominent tent in his underwear and he shivered as he pushed up from where he was kneeling and placed a knee on the bed, then another, and then clark threw a leg over to tim's other side and stood kneeling over him, straddling his smaller body.

clark could see tim's beautifully exposed tits and his little shorts that were hiding no doubt the prettiest little cunt in existence.

jesus, clark was so horny. clark felt like a starving man placed before a buffet, he had no idea where to start, what to touch, where to kiss first.

all he knew was that he desperately wanted to fuck tim. he needed it like he needed air. he needed to feel tim's hands, his mouth, his pussy on his cock. he needed to pump himself deep inside tim, fuck his cock all the way in his womb. he needed to feel tim's hips fuck back against his thrusts and have his arms cling around clark's neck. he needed to hear tim gasp and moan and whine as clark played with his clit and fucked him through a trembling orgasm.

god. tim was such a good kid he'd probably let clark do all of that. he helped clark with jon, with cooking, with being a parent- why not this?

clark's sure that if he asks really really nice tim will let him at least touch him, maybe even eat him out (clark wonders what tim's pussy tastes like, if it's as sweet as he is).

he might even feel pity for clark once he finds out clark hasn't had sex in over two years. maybe he'll even spread himself open for clark, spread the lips of his pussy open in a 'V' and reveal his wet little hole for clark. god that would be magnificent.

clark doesn't even notice that his cock has started to throb and pulse painfully at every thought and that his hips have began to seek relief.

clark's covered cock begins grinding against tim's crotch in slow, purposeful drags. clark makes light sounds and hums as he presses all along the length of tim's cunt.

clark is in the middle of 'hmp hmph hmph' sounds when tim shifts a little under him and then rapidly blinks his eyes, pupils dilating with alertness as he takes stock of the situation.

clark is pulled out of his hazy fantasies and touching with tim's slightly sleepy call of "clark?"

clarks hands are still fondling and squeezing tim's tits as he ruts against him, as soon as he looks down and his eyes meet tim's- tim's brows shoot up with surprise and some realization. his nose wrinkles slightly and clark thinks he must smell the alcohol on his breath or maybe that spilled scotch someone had accidentally sloshed on him when clark was mixing drinks because during college he'd worked as a bartender for some extra cash and so every party he was the designated mixer.

"clark, are you...drunk?" tim tilts his head slightly, honest confusion on his expression as he stares up at clark. he says nothing about clark's hand on his tits or his other hand playing with the edge of tim's shorts.

clark makes a humming noise, he's considering lying but he knows tim would probably figure him out so he settles for soulfully nodding.

tim's eyes are still big with brows raised but he hasn't done anything about clark's hands on his chest so clark takes that as permission to keep squeezing and rolling puffy nipples between his fingers.

"is that why you're touching me right now?"

clark makes another noise and nods with an 'mm-hmm'.

clark is so horny and touching tim isn't really enough to get off and clark's cock is full and hurts so bad so clark snaps his hips a little to jostle tim and make him pay attention to clark's cock. maybe he'll do something to fix it. tim is really good at that.

clark's thrust indeed catches tim's attention and his eyes dart down to where clark's cock is almost straining out of his underwear. there's a big wet patch around where the head is and he's pressing as close as he can to tim's pussy.

tim stares down at it for a beat, his head off the pillow and straining to look down the length of his body where he and clark are meeting. tim's eyes go bug-eyed like he's just realized that clark is hard and rutting against him.

"o-oh clark, my god- oh shit you're hard, like actually hard,"

clark makes a noise of agreement and tries sticking two fingers under the waist band of tim's shorts to roll them down and rut against tim's hot, bare pussy. tim's hands dart down and wrap around clark's wrist, stopping him.

"clark," tim begins slowly, voice calm and soothing like he's talking to a child. "don't you want to go to someone else for this? how about another cape? or lois even, even if you're divorced i don't think it's a bad thing, my parents were separated and still shared a bed-"

the thought of lois or anyone else being with him makes clark want to shrivel up. no, he doesn't want them. he wants tim who is always so nice and sweet to jon and now clark wants him to be nice and sweet to him too.

clark shakes his head and does his best to talk without slurring while tugging slightly on tim's waistband.

"n-no. jus you, wan you, wan tim, please? please tim?"

tim's eyes don't like like they could widen anymore. he's red like a strawberry and clark wants to lean down and kiss his cute heated cheeks.

"i'm fuck-" clark can barely get a sentence out, "i'm wanna fuck, please? please tim?"

clark is SOOO drunk and horny. he presses his cock closer and makes a little insistent sound and hopes tim will have pity on him. if he'll just let clark stick it in just for a little bit. clark's balls are so fucking blue and he doesn't think he'll be able to handle remaining aroused for much longer. if tim pushes him away clark might actually cry.

tim purses his lips and stares down at where clark has their core pressed together. his mouth opens to say something and-

"i...we..." tim's eyes dart back up to meet clark and something in his expression shifts because tim's eyes darken and he starts biting down on his fat bottom lip. "we're going to need to be quiet clark, okay? jon's sleeping."

with that, tim immediatly stops fidgiting. he lifts his hips up and off the bed in a bridge stretch, pushing clark slightly away in the process, and slides his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts before swiftly pulling them down to his knees and then his ankles, leaving him bare. clark can feel the bunched up shorts somewhere near his ankles but that's not what he's paying attention to.

clark sits and stares in stunned silence as tim's legs part to reveal a pretty pink slit with a small, dark trail of hair lightly covering the area. it's just a bit of light peach fuzz but clark is enamored with the sight. he presses a gentle hand against tim's mound, stroking the soft skin and biting back a groan at tim's pretty little pussy lips framing his hole.

tim settles his feet on the bed, bending his knees and placing each foot on either side of clark's hips. he stares up at clark with crystal clear blue eyes and motions to clark's underwear.

"do you want my help to take off your underwear or do you think you can do it?"

tim's question brings clark out of his shocked staring and he meets tim's inquisitive eyes for a moment before he's fumbling for his underwear and hastily pushing it down while swaying with the dizziness from the alcohol.

"i-i can do it, i can do it-"

clark is stuttering and he manages, after a few minutes of trying to fling his underwear away. in his excitement he's nearly fallen off the bed a few times but each time tim softly catches him and steadies him. on clark's final attempt, tim wraps a hand around clarks upper back and slowly guides him down until he's hovering over tim.

tim is redder than crushed tomato as he fumbles with both of them fitting together and getting comfortable. clark is so excited to have sex that he obeys tim's every instruction and adjustment without thought.

one of clarks hands is braced on the pillow above tim's head while the other has a steadying grip on his cock. one of tim's hands starts gently stroking the side of clark's cheek. some attempt to soothe them both and then eventually he's whispering soft instructions to him that clark finds himself eagerly following.

"j-just rub the head against it okay?" tim begins, pink lips next to clark's ear. his breath hitches as clark listens, pressing the thick head of his cock against tim's slit. clark feels a bit of wetness cover the head and shivers as tim continues talking. "j-just up and down all along it, just the head- y-yes like that, good. mmmn yeah, just, just the head so i can get wet-" tim's breath starts hitching as clark grinds close. the head of his cock gets pressed to his clit and clark makes sure to press little circle against it, watching tim's abdominals clench and his breathing stutter. clark may be drunk but he does have his hearing and he can hear the slick, wet, sticky noises of tim's cunt as clark grinds his cock against that little pink clit. "p-press it in a little more, yes like that good job clark. k-keep doing, the little circles, y-yea, like you're tracing the letter 'O'- perfect, now keep hhnnn haah hhhahhn going clark-"

tim is squirming slightly under him, his hips inch up to meet clark's cock and clark can hear the slight rock of spring under them as he shifts his weight forward to press deeper into tim.

clark is breathing hard and tim's gentle instruction in his ear is helping so much to remember what he's supposed to be doing. clark is groaning softly because the head of his cock is being kissed by warm velvety heat. tim is telling him not to press to in deep yet that they can do that later but right now tim just wants clark to cum on him, can he do that? can clark cum on tim's pussy for him? it's to make the slide much easier later on that's what clark wants right? he wants to fuck tim's pussy doesn't he? he wants to sink in all the way deep into tim and cum really deep doesn't he? he wants to feel tim go all tight and hot around him right? well this is how they do it, with clark rubbing his cock up and down along tim's cunt until he cums.

clark is breathing hard and grunting as tim talks to him. he speeds up, grinds harder, and makes little noises at the tightening pleasure in his gut.

the orgasm comes faster than clark is anticipating. he's grinding his cock all along tim's soaked folds, tim is humming and making sweet sounds against his ear and clark can feel the tips of tim's little fingers from where he's rubbing at his clit, brush against his cock when suddenly clark's back goes tight and he freezes from where his cock is slotted between the lips of tim's pussy. he cums in thick spurts, the white cum pooling thickly between tim's lips like glue. tim makes a soft, shaky sound. clark can hear where his heart is going a mile a minute and he hears how tim's pussy is clenching so hard around nothing and leaking spurts of wetness. tim makes a noise of approval and presses a soft kiss to clark's jaw telling him he did a 'good job'.

clark shivers at the praise and lets tim's hands guide him onto his back. clarks erection doesn't flag the slightest bit and clark can already feel that his cock is full and ready to go. god he wants to fuck tim. he wants to fuck him so bad.

tim settles over him, straddling clark's hips and pressing his cum covered pussy to clark's cock. clark stares up at him with hazy eyes, watching as tim crosses his arms and grips the bottom edge of his shirt, lifting it up and tossing it to the side. tim is now on his lap fully naked and clark squirms and whines at the sight while tim presses a soothing hand to clark's chest.

"it's okay clark, it's okay, i know, do you want to fuck me? would that make you feel better?"

clark feels like tim's talking to him like he's a kid but not in a condescending way. his eyes are earnest as he asks clark. he picks up one of clark's hands and presses it to his chest, letting clark squeeze his tit while clark drowsily nods and slurs his words.

"y-yeah, nnmmp i wanna fuck, i wanna fuck tim i-i'm sorry but i really need it i-i juss- i just really need it,"

clark is seeing doubles but that doesn't matter because he feels tim's small palm wrap around his cock and steady it. he feels tim's hips lift up and hover over it. clark with his super hearing can hear quick, fast, squishy noises and knows instinctively that tim has fingers in his pussy. he can can hear them straining for room, opening and pressing against tim's walls, pressing in deeper, searching as they thrust in and out while tim huffs under his breath.

clark knows he's big. he knows it's probably going to be a struggle to fit inside tim. but tim also seems to know what he's doing. back when they were rutting together clark could hear tim have an orgasm and as he fucked himself on his fingers, clark heard that familiar tightening of his pussy and his stuttered breathing again. tim was trying to get even wetter and looser in preparation to take clark. tim was taking careful measures to make it good for both of them and clark shivered in anticipation for it.

still, clark hears tim's whine and sees his jaw fall open as he starts sinking down on clark. he stops several times, taking a moment to adjust before continuing forward. clark does his best to lie still, using all his drunk self-control to not thrust up and into tim's trembling cunt that is slowly swallowing down his cock until tim's wet, shaking cunt is split open and kissing the base of clark's cock. tim is trembling all around clark, his cunt squeezing and going tight around him with effort.

clark can feel his eyes have rolled to the back of his skull as he just lies there with his mouth open feeling hot, tight, pussy around his cock. it's only when tim slowly starts bouncing and riding him that clark finally lets out his pent up grunts and moans. tim cums once while bouncing on him and his pussy has the slightest more give. around the second or third is when the slide is much easier and tim is frantically fucking him, whining from overstimulation but continuing to fuck clark like his life depended on it.

clark's hands are gripping the sheets under them and trying to resist grabbing tim's hips and sinking him until he was cumming so deep tim would be leaking him for days.

but a few moments later tim is slowing and then stopping. clark peeked his eyes open and saw tim staring down at clark's trembling hands before shifting his gaze to clark's furrowed brows and strained expression.

"oh!" tim said with a vague hint of realization. "do you want to be on top?"

clark doesn't even make a sound and he's pretty sure he uses superspeed as he flips tim over on his back, hooks his knees over his shoulders, and just. starts. fucking.

clark is clenching his jaw tight enough to turn granite into powder. all his self-control is being directed into the cock that is viciously fucking into a reddened cunt. tim is completely bent in half, his breath is coming out in broken wheezes and cut off gasps. his brows are furrowed, his eyes are closed, and his mouth his fallen completely open letting out incomprehensible words and sounds of-

"ah ahh hhn gah-! of fuck i-hah hahnn gnnnk hnnnnmmmmn gah gah ghahhhnn- shiii clark, mmmmn clark i- ah! hmmmnnn-!"

clark's favorite sound is his name getting pounded out of tim as his wonderfully tight cunt goes tight around him again. tim whines a sound that is so high pitched it echoes on the walls around them. clark's cock starts pulsing and throbbing and god, fuck- that's what clark was waiting for.

clark manages to make two more pumps into tim before he's stilling and groaning, feeling his guts clench tight and release into the pussy clamping down all around him. clark had wanted to cum with tim orgasming all around him. with his drunk state he'd been slightly off in the timing but still manged to listen to the glorious sound of his cum and tim's release getting mixed together as clark idely humped into tim.

tim is breathing hard under him and clark's vision keeps going in and out as he purrs with the satisfaction of nice, heart pumping sex.

it truly had been far too long because clark feels like he could die happy just like this.

zod could break through that brick wall that very moment and clark would have no regrets going out buried in a nice, tight, pussy.

tim starts playing with clark's hair, stroking his cheek with a thumb, and lightly running his nails down clark's back and that's just the cherry on top.

clark allows the pleasant feelings to hypnotize him and lull him to sleep.

when clark wakes up he's stone cold sober. no hangover as is the benefits of having a kryptonian metabolism.

the night before hits clark like a missle to the chest. the memory of being horny and aroused, of going into tim's room and feeling him up, the memory of the baby sitter porno, the fact that clark had fucked tim the night before.

it doesn't help that clark wakes up with morning wood pressed deep inside tim.

clark freaks out. of course he does because he may have just irrevocably destroyed a great relationship with a wonderful kid. he may have just forced himself onto a kid. he's crossed a line he can't go back on. bruce had trusted him, he'd trusted clark and what had clark gone and done?

oh clark would never forgive himself for doing this to tim. for doing this to jon.

he should've worked out his pathetic divorcee loneliness like any other person but instead he'd gotten attached to a young boy who'd just been lending him a helping hand and exploited that tender care and love tim held for clark.

clark is close to hyperventilating and that's when tim wakes up.

tim helps him calm down which makes it worse because tim should be trying to get away from him. clark had gone into his room in the middle of the night, tim had woken up to clark groping and rutting against him-

tim strokes clark's messy bed head and tells him that it's alright, that it's okay to be a little confused following a drinking binge but tim's here to tell him that he didn't do anything wrong the night before.

people don't drink to excess because they're happy so it's understandable that clark sought out some comfort from the only person in the house who could give it. it was alright, tim understood.

clark has no idea what to say as tim helps him up.

tim shrugs off clark coming onto him in the middle of the night like it's nothing. like that's just something to roll with the punches or something.

clark is thinking of saying something, of interrupting when tim does first.

"but doing this while jon is just down the hall is a little too high risk for me." tim makes a kind of sheepish expression while looking at his closed bedroom door. "so next time why don't we do this while he's at school or at soccer practice, okay?"

tim is smiling at him in that same gentle way he always does. in that way that makes clark feel like everything is under control and will be okay.

it's a horrible idea. it's an absolutely terrible idea because last night was just a moment of weakness on clark's part. if he agrees to fuck tim...during the day then he will be making a deliberate choice to do this.

...if it got out, if bruce found out that clark was fucking tim....clark might never see the light of day again.

but...if he doesn't...then all that loneliness all that soul aching desire would just build up again and who knows if jon would be woken up in the middle of the night by strange sounds coming from tim's room. jon was a curious child and he's get up to investigate and that would end with jon getting traumatized seeing his father and beloved babysitter together.

clark knows what he's telling himself is bullshit, that he's spinning some justification in his head to make it all okay but...clark can't find the part in himself that is supposed to stop this, that is supposed tell himself he doesn't want this. it's the part that is supposed to grasp tim's shoulders and apologize so sincerely for doing what he did, that it was wrong and that clark had violated the trust tim had given him.

oh god. clark was living the plot of a cheesy porno.

clark just sits on the edge of the bed stunned while tim picks up his underwear, shorts, and shirt, slipping them on. he presses clark's underwear to his hands and whispers that he's going to start jon's breakfast before pressing a lingering kiss to clark's temple.

this was screwed up. massively screwed up. it was a million shades of wrong and fucked up and yet...some dark and selfish part of clark couldn't help but be relieved. because this meant he could have tim like this. he could rid himself of that desperate clawing loneliness and give into the offer of companionship tim was offering.

clark wasn't sure if he loved tim. he wasn't sure if tim loved him. but he knew he liked being around tim and he hoped tim felt the same.

so...in perhaps the first act of selfishness clark had ever made, he chooses himself. he chooses his happiness.

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