Superman, Firebrand, and the Metropolis Gang in... the World's Mightiest Duckling

[stands_for_hope]

[continued from here]

It took a few weeks, but soon enough, the apartment had become an entirely settled little commune between the five of them. Steve's things had arrived as Clint had promised, they'd been installed in the new apartment, and the group had made the changes they'd discussed for everyone's comfort with one addition: with Steve bunking with Jim, the room he'd initially intended to take had become a general office/library/art room for everyone to use when they felt like a bit of time alone. For as silly as the concept sounded, all of them had ended up using the room a time or two and it had definitely kept things peaceful despite the addition of two new people.

Considering that the apartment was home to four superheroes and a world-famous journalist, it was amazing how easily they all fell into a routine. Jim, Lois, and Clark would usually leave for work around the same time and Steve, always an early riser, had taken to making them something to munch for breakfast on the way after he returned from his morning run. Having also gotten a position at the community center (teaching kids art and art history), Steve would leave with Diana an hour or so after that. Everyone filtered back into the apartment at different times and whoever was feeling up to cooking would usually start dinner when they got in. If no one was feeling up cooking, one of the two 'old' men would treat takeout.

Today, however, Jim's site was currently closed for due to an issue with the plumbing contractors and some unfortunate flooding that had occurred overnight. That was why Clark texted Jim and invited him to come visit he and Lois at the Daily Planet offices and go out for lunch together.

Comments

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"I picked a close one that fit your qualifications. If it doesn't suit your tastes, we can go someplace else. They just take the card to reserve it for you."

But he glowed from the praise clear enough.

[kolodnoykovki]

"Oh, it suits just fine. Makes me think there should be a red carpet out front." He grabbed his hat from the back seat before climbing out, the car neatly parked in the garage. "Now this is the high life."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve took a moment to straighten his hair just a little before slipping out of the car, closing the door carefully behind him before walking around to Jim's side.

[kolodnoykovki]

While they were in relative private, Jim took the chance to slide his hand between Steve's jacket and vest, to let his fingertips stroke the line of his spine. "I could get used to this."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve goes stock still before melting against him, leaning down and in to steal a kiss.

"Better get used to it."

[kolodnoykovki]

"God yes," he grinned, swaying against him before nipping Steve's lower and stepping back, mischief in his eyes. "I think we better get moving."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve nodded... then went trotting off towards the entrance, heading straight for the front desk.

[kolodnoykovki]

Jim laughed and followed, catching the back of Steve's coat so he didn't get too far ahead.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

It takes every ounce of self control not to spin around and plant one on him right then and there in the lobby which, while mostly empty at this time of night, isn't entirely. So he behaves.

The lady at the front desk smiles at both of them politely, and then a little more fondly before nodding to the both of them.

"Are you Mr. Rogers?"

"That I am."

[kolodnoykovki]

Jim was smiling, staying close to Steve's side - and at the question, he couldn't help but say, "That we are," before he pulled his card out of his wallet. "Here, we're paying with a different card..."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

She looked between them for a moment before taking the new card and entering it in the system.

"Checkout is at 11am or as early as you require. You just have to return the key since you're all paid up."

She magnetizes two cards and holds them out.

"1204. Should be the suite off to your right as soon as you get off the elevator."

[kolodnoykovki]

"Thank you," he smiled and slid the card into his wallet, then the wallet into his pocket, along with the key. "Have a good evening." But then he was pulling Steve toward the elevator, a little shameless.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve practically raced to the elevator, pressing the button as soon as he got could reach it. Then he let himself run into Jim, just a little, a grin on his face like he's ten years old and actually has enough money to get them both a sweet at the shop.

[kolodnoykovki]

"They're gonna be talking about us all night," he said, laughing as the elevator started going up, arms wrapping around Steve's waist gladly. "And I don't care."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"They might," and he couldn't get closer to Jim if he tried, "but it was hard enough not giving them more to talk about."

Then he snatched the hat off of Jim's head and pulled him in for a firm kiss.

[kolodnoykovki]

Jim gave him a soft moan, arms tightening around him. The elevator would get to their floor eventually. This was better to think about. Better to feel.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

It was a while up to the twelfth floor, and Steve was content to use that time to get his hands inside of Jim's suit jacket to wrap around him and deepen the kiss.

[kolodnoykovki]

His jacket was halfway off his shoulders when the lift finally stopped and the doors slid open - and he cursed quietly because he was really enjoying it. "Mh, we're here..."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve let out a huff of a breath before pressing the 'door open' button and tugging Jim out of the elevator, glad that, as she'd said, 1204 was right next door. There only appeared to be a couple of other suites on the floor and that served his purposes just fine as he pulled the keycard out, slotted it in, opened the door, and headed inside with his other hand firmly around Jim's waist.

"You'd think we were teenagers," he observed.

[kolodnoykovki]

"You never had a chance to be a teenager," Jim answered, "and I never grew out of it." With a quick move, his jacket was thrown over a chair and he started pulling at Steve's. "C'mon. You wanted to kiss me, so come kiss me."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"You sonnuva--" but he's tugging off his coat even as he kicks the door closed, "like I haven't been kissing you every chance I get."

And true to his word, since his mouth has better things to do, he returned to kissing Jim even as he tossed the hat on the table. His hands had better places to be too.

[kolodnoykovki]

"Mh--" One hand was clutching Steve's back. The other found his hair. It was a little demanding, but he'd been dancing on the edge of this all evening. This, he thought, was why they didn't go out. They still didn't have the self control.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve was making soft, happy noises into the kiss even as he started in on his own vest. He knew he looked good in it, that Jim had definitely enjoyed taking him in wearing it, but right now it was just one more thing between him and Jim and that wasn't anything he was interested in dealing with right now.

[kolodnoykovki]

His tongue touched Steve's lower lip before he whispered, "Let me take care of that," and brushed Steve's hands away from their work. The small buttons were a slight challenge for his gloved hand, but only a slight one. Before long, he was loosening Steve's tie to go along with it.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve took the opportunity to pause and look over at Jim.

"How many of these clothes are you interested in removing? Just... so I know."