Plucking a rose from one of the many vases lying around (someone had gone all out), Dick runs it along Clark's cheek with a wide grin. "I might want to snorkel some, the waters look like they're made for it. But, heck, I think we can walk right into our own ocean right out there and do it. Maybe some midnight drinking and skinny dipping. It's been ages since I've done something wild like that." Handing Clark the rose, he bows and sighs with an air of utter contentment.
"All of the things I want to do are about relaxing. I'm sure you can find your own ways to relax as well." Thinking for a second, Dick glanced at the bed through the long space of open doors. "Well, if I get too hot from snuggling you accidentally in the middle of the night, I can just jump in the pool. Then climb back in bed and keep you cool as well." There was a middle-of-the-road answer for everything.
"Now, to the most important question of them all. What do you want to do first? Lay out by the pool, dive in, go out to the ocean and have a small picnic, or lie in bed and do nothing for a few hours." There was so much that they could do, and it seemed that even relaxing required the smallest amount of planning and choosing.
If the faint flush of color in Clark's cheeks is any indication, he not only doesn't mind the caress, he also likes it. Even if it's meant in jest, which it most likely is. He clears his throat in the aftermath, glancing at the rose in his hand. "I don't think it'll be necessary to use the public pools unless you want to hang out with some new people", he starts, pausing to chuckle at the thought of midnight skinny dipping. He might not indulge, but this is vacation, so he won't judge if Dick decides to. "Hey, if you can't skinny dip while in your own private villa, when can you do it - ?"
He makes a soft noise of agreemet at the talk of relaxation. That's precisely why he's here, after all. Clark doesn't need to do anything action packed or fill his schedule with activities. Sun, sand, and sea will be more than enough. Not that he won't do a few things, just that they're not a necessity.
"You know, we'll make the bed a huge mess if you keep jumping right back into it after you've gone in the pool. But, sure, we can give it a try, see what happens."
Clark laughs at the question, shaking his head. With so many options to choose from, where should they even begin? "Well, it was a long trip. So if you need to rest, I can content myself sitting outside and sunbathing. But, honestly ... food does sound good."
The flush that springs up on Clark's face surprises Dick. He had no idea that something so simple might affect the other in such a way, especially when done by Dick. It makes Dick's heartbeat jump and beat quickly for several minutes. It's lucky that Dick doesn't think about the fact that Clark can hear his heart or anything else in his body, for that matter. It allows him to stay somewhat relaxed as they continue to talk about things like Skinny Dipping.
"Then I say we take a run at Skinny Dipping later today—you and I, in the pools around the villa. There are tubes, and I think the water on the sides even has a little current that floats you around. I'm not sure. I know the front pool is still and merely looks over the ocean. The others seem different. We can test them out together."
It's such a wild thought, and Dick would never suggest it with anyone else, but he's feeling reckless, and if he can't let go and relax with Clark, then he's not going to be able to let go at all. Besides, this is Clark Kent, Superman, and Dick's relatively sure that no matter what happens, Clark is not into him in that way.
Laughing at the thought of jumping into the pool and then the bed, all of which had been a large joke-- Dick shakes his head and moves closer to Clark. "No, no, no. I'm not going to do that. There are easier ways to cool off. I am sure. I want to keep the bed relatively clean and not have the butler thinking odd things." He snorted out a laugh and patted his friend on the shoulder.
"Food, I think the kitchen is over here. There's a fruit platter and some..." Dick moves around to see what they've already set out. He knows they can order more, and that dinner is set to come at a specific time. "Oh, look, they've got these meatballs in a sauce. I don't know what it is, and this looks like some protein that you put on the bread there." Moving along the counters, Dick set out all the food he found, along with some plates and silverware. "I think this will tide me over until dinner comes. You?"
It's just such a familiar, intimate sort of gesture and although he and Dick are friends, it's not the kind of gesture he's accustomed to sharing. That doesn't mean that it's bad, though. If his blushing is any indication, he actually rather enjoys the new attention. Which is just silly any way he looks at it, because despite going on vacation together and now sharing a honeymoon suite, he knows that Dick isn't interested him like that.
Maybe if he'd been actively listening to Dick's heart, he would have heard it skip. As it is, he's trying very hard to pay attention and not look like a deer in the headlights. Or a blushing virgin. He'd done his fair share of stupid teenage things, skinny dipping included, but this ... different.
"There's no one around to see, so wherever we end up will most likely be fine by me. I'll be able to soak up the sun either way, and that's my number one goal while we're here. That, and some relaxation."
He laughs at Dick's comment about what the butler might think of them if they left the suite too messy, easily following along further into the suite to check out the kitchen and its offerings. "We're two young, handsome men in the honeymoon suite. He's already going to making a lot of assumptions about us."
Not that he minds. Let people think what they will - he's not here to impress anyone, he's here to have a good time with his friend.
He quietly thanks Dick for the plate and cutlery, perusing the food already on offer. There's fruit, bread, veggies, and the meatballs. Appetizer things. Snacks. But plenty of each, and Clark thinks that's just fine by him.
Still checking out the villa, Dick carries his plate of appetizers around and notices the places where they can get sun, including right in their own room. It all opens up wide to let in the sun and breezes coming in off the ocean. Even in Dick's eyes, this is all far too good to be true. He'd seen one other place that had impressed him like this, and maybe they'd take off there the next time they had some shared time for a vacation.
It startled Dick slightly to realize he was thinking about doing this again with Clark. Finishing up his food, Dick threw away his plate and moved to the living room. With all the sun and light, it made no sense to be dressed the way he was. He slipped out of his outer layers, taking off his shirt and shoes. They hadn't delivered the bags yet, but they'd be there by the evening before dinner, apparently.
Debating, Dick shed the last bit of clothes he had and dove into their little pool. The water was warm, but cool enough to be refreshing. "Oh man, this feels amazing. I haven't done anything like this since I was a teenager, but there's something so freeing about being surrounded by water." Dick circled in the water, doing a flip without even thinking about what he was exposing.
It was like he was back in the circus, and he was free to flip and do never-ending handstands until he ran out of breath. "Get your ass in here. The water is perfect. "
There was probably much more to discover about the suite, but Clark didn't mind putting a pause on exploring in favor of having a quick bite to eat - and eat he does, trying a little bit of everything on offer, tickled pink to find out that everything was good. But what did he expect, really, this place was magnificent in every way, it made sense that would include the food.
Not for the first time, Clark had the fleeting thought that a week, although generous, probably wasn't going to be long enough. He didn't even falter at the added thought that he wouldn't mind doing this with Dick again. They were friends, got along fine, and if this went well, why not?
He continued with his fruit, chuckling softly as he watched Dick strip out of his outer layers with haste, averting his eyes once it was clear he was going to remove everything, only glancing Dick's way again once he was in the water and very clearly enjoying it. And when Dick invited Clark to join him - or demanded it - what could he possibl do but agree?
Clark took care of his plate and then set to undressing, quickly shedding shoes and shirt, pausing a bit before taking a breath and adding his shorts to the pile at his feet. He wasn't embarrassed, not really, but he felt it was still at least a little intimate to be so bare in front of each other.
He dove into the water fairly gracefully, surfacing with a gasp moments later, grateful for the cool water and the relief it provided from the sun - not that Clark needed it, he relished in it, wanted to soak up as much as he possibly could.
Somewhere in Dick's past, it was mentioned that a person shouldn't swim on a full stomach. Still, he'd figured that out to be a rumor a long time ago, so it wasn't a bad thing for him to enjoy all the fruit and delicious treats that they'd left for the guests before Dick had decided to take a naked stroll in the pool. He'd barely spoken of it, and here he was letting go of inhibitions around the only other person around-- a person built like a literal god to swim with.
While Clark stripped, Dick turned his back, so it didn't feel so intimate. It was liberating to swim naked. Dick could always admit that. Things were somewhat cold that didn't need to be, but there was a warm, bubbling hot tub they could slip into over some rocks not too far away.
Using several long strokes, Dick made it almost to Clark and then splashed up cupped hands in his direction before swimming away. He knew he had no real chance of making it out of Superman's hold, but it was still fun and he took off laughing, kicking up huge splashes of water in his wake.
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"All of the things I want to do are about relaxing. I'm sure you can find your own ways to relax as well." Thinking for a second, Dick glanced at the bed through the long space of open doors. "Well, if I get too hot from snuggling you accidentally in the middle of the night, I can just jump in the pool. Then climb back in bed and keep you cool as well." There was a middle-of-the-road answer for everything.
"Now, to the most important question of them all. What do you want to do first? Lay out by the pool, dive in, go out to the ocean and have a small picnic, or lie in bed and do nothing for a few hours." There was so much that they could do, and it seemed that even relaxing required the smallest amount of planning and choosing.
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He makes a soft noise of agreemet at the talk of relaxation. That's precisely why he's here, after all. Clark doesn't need to do anything action packed or fill his schedule with activities. Sun, sand, and sea will be more than enough. Not that he won't do a few things, just that they're not a necessity.
"You know, we'll make the bed a huge mess if you keep jumping right back into it after you've gone in the pool. But, sure, we can give it a try, see what happens."
Clark laughs at the question, shaking his head. With so many options to choose from, where should they even begin? "Well, it was a long trip. So if you need to rest, I can content myself sitting outside and sunbathing. But, honestly ... food does sound good."
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"Then I say we take a run at Skinny Dipping later today—you and I, in the pools around the villa. There are tubes, and I think the water on the sides even has a little current that floats you around. I'm not sure. I know the front pool is still and merely looks over the ocean. The others seem different. We can test them out together."
It's such a wild thought, and Dick would never suggest it with anyone else, but he's feeling reckless, and if he can't let go and relax with Clark, then he's not going to be able to let go at all. Besides, this is Clark Kent, Superman, and Dick's relatively sure that no matter what happens, Clark is not into him in that way.
Laughing at the thought of jumping into the pool and then the bed, all of which had been a large joke-- Dick shakes his head and moves closer to Clark. "No, no, no. I'm not going to do that. There are easier ways to cool off. I am sure. I want to keep the bed relatively clean and not have the butler thinking odd things." He snorted out a laugh and patted his friend on the shoulder.
"Food, I think the kitchen is over here. There's a fruit platter and some..." Dick moves around to see what they've already set out. He knows they can order more, and that dinner is set to come at a specific time. "Oh, look, they've got these meatballs in a sauce. I don't know what it is, and this looks like some protein that you put on the bread there." Moving along the counters, Dick set out all the food he found, along with some plates and silverware. "I think this will tide me over until dinner comes. You?"
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Maybe if he'd been actively listening to Dick's heart, he would have heard it skip. As it is, he's trying very hard to pay attention and not look like a deer in the headlights. Or a blushing virgin. He'd done his fair share of stupid teenage things, skinny dipping included, but this ... different.
"There's no one around to see, so wherever we end up will most likely be fine by me. I'll be able to soak up the sun either way, and that's my number one goal while we're here. That, and some relaxation."
He laughs at Dick's comment about what the butler might think of them if they left the suite too messy, easily following along further into the suite to check out the kitchen and its offerings. "We're two young, handsome men in the honeymoon suite. He's already going to making a lot of assumptions about us."
Not that he minds. Let people think what they will - he's not here to impress anyone, he's here to have a good time with his friend.
He quietly thanks Dick for the plate and cutlery, perusing the food already on offer. There's fruit, bread, veggies, and the meatballs. Appetizer things. Snacks. But plenty of each, and Clark thinks that's just fine by him.
"You know, I think it'll do just fine."
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It startled Dick slightly to realize he was thinking about doing this again with Clark. Finishing up his food, Dick threw away his plate and moved to the living room. With all the sun and light, it made no sense to be dressed the way he was. He slipped out of his outer layers, taking off his shirt and shoes. They hadn't delivered the bags yet, but they'd be there by the evening before dinner, apparently.
Debating, Dick shed the last bit of clothes he had and dove into their little pool. The water was warm, but cool enough to be refreshing. "Oh man, this feels amazing. I haven't done anything like this since I was a teenager, but there's something so freeing about being surrounded by water." Dick circled in the water, doing a flip without even thinking about what he was exposing.
It was like he was back in the circus, and he was free to flip and do never-ending handstands until he ran out of breath. "Get your ass in here. The water is perfect. "
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Not for the first time, Clark had the fleeting thought that a week, although generous, probably wasn't going to be long enough. He didn't even falter at the added thought that he wouldn't mind doing this with Dick again. They were friends, got along fine, and if this went well, why not?
He continued with his fruit, chuckling softly as he watched Dick strip out of his outer layers with haste, averting his eyes once it was clear he was going to remove everything, only glancing Dick's way again once he was in the water and very clearly enjoying it. And when Dick invited Clark to join him - or demanded it - what could he possibl do but agree?
Clark took care of his plate and then set to undressing, quickly shedding shoes and shirt, pausing a bit before taking a breath and adding his shorts to the pile at his feet. He wasn't embarrassed, not really, but he felt it was still at least a little intimate to be so bare in front of each other.
He dove into the water fairly gracefully, surfacing with a gasp moments later, grateful for the cool water and the relief it provided from the sun - not that Clark needed it, he relished in it, wanted to soak up as much as he possibly could.
"Alright, bossy. Now what?"
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While Clark stripped, Dick turned his back, so it didn't feel so intimate. It was liberating to swim naked. Dick could always admit that. Things were somewhat cold that didn't need to be, but there was a warm, bubbling hot tub they could slip into over some rocks not too far away.
Using several long strokes, Dick made it almost to Clark and then splashed up cupped hands in his direction before swimming away. He knew he had no real chance of making it out of Superman's hold, but it was still fun and he took off laughing, kicking up huge splashes of water in his wake.