Off To Work!
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roxyAnd before I go, would you like a quick little fic? *snorfle, is twelve* Yeah. It's gonna be one of *those* days. Aaaand look! behold the beauty that is my icon! I whined hard for this one, ba-beees!
Like ta see it? Here it is!
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
He was wildly thankful to be back in his room. Quiet, warm and all his, for the moment he was alone. His former roommate’s dad was a diplomat and was headed overseas, so the kid had to transfer. Lucky bastard, he thought. Why Alfred had thought he’d make friends among the rest of these rich kids he had no idea. He shared not a damn thing in common with them. He pretty much hated them all. And they pretty much returned the favor.
He turned back his covers and dressed in pajamas, or rather the bottom of pajamas. Alfred sent him a new pair every month, which kind of made him wonder what sort of issues Alfred had. He regularly tossed pajama tops into the charity box out on the back drive. Alfred didn’t understand no one his age wore pj’s for god’s sake. He might not know much about how to be these guys but he knew that much—and detested the weakness that made him want to be even that much like them.
He sighed. No point in beating himself up over the fact; he was only human, after all. And humans were basically social creatures. Even he wasn’t immune to the pull of the herd, though Alfred generally satisfied any desire he had for social interaction.
Bruce dropped down on the bed, and considered turning out the light. He preferred to sleep with the light on, and since he had no roommate at the moment, was able to enjoy the chance. He stretched out in the bed, and became aware his body no longer craved sleep—rather, certain parts of him. His traitorous penis was hard, had been since he lay his head back and that kid floated unbidden into his mind. Flashes of him on the rings, long legs stretched out, his chest, his –his dick-- Bruce glanced about as if he could be heard. His hand slid over the front of his pants and he wanted to grab himself and think of Lex doing the same thing he did in the gym, but naked. Bruce reached toward his desk and flicked out the light. Some things could only take place in the dark…
Lex. He kneaded himself through the thin cotton pants, enjoyed the heat on his palm. He enjoyed the way his penis pulsed when he whispered Lex’s name, and imagined him naked, turning and sweating on the rings, imagined him sweating and nude on the mats, groaning Bruce’s name and—and doing something—touching himself, yeah…Bruce bit his lip and groaned, arched slightly as he slid his hand into his boxers and touched his bare skin. He rubbed his hand along his dick and closed his fingers over the wet tip. He stroked down, and up and down, and pictured Lex’s face twisted in excitement, he pictured Lex watching him because he wasn’t sure what he’d do, how this worked –he was panting harder and thrusting into his fist, fuck, fuck—it was building, higher and higher, tighter –he was going to come, thinking of Lex watching him jerking off made him want to come—he jerked himself and dug the nails of his free hand hard into his leg as muscles tightened sharply. He snapped his hips up once, twice and filled his fist with warm come, it plopped on his chest and belly and dripped over his fingers. He let himself slowly sink to the bed again; breathing hard and shocked at how hard he’d come. Much, much better than his usual nebulous fantasy involving mostly faceless unknown women…. he lay back, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
So. Did this make him gay? He mentally shrugged and rolled to his side, wiping his hand the edge of the sheets. It really wasn’t important, just kind of…interesting.
TBC, in which it gets more interesting...
Like ta see it? Here it is!
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
He was wildly thankful to be back in his room. Quiet, warm and all his, for the moment he was alone. His former roommate’s dad was a diplomat and was headed overseas, so the kid had to transfer. Lucky bastard, he thought. Why Alfred had thought he’d make friends among the rest of these rich kids he had no idea. He shared not a damn thing in common with them. He pretty much hated them all. And they pretty much returned the favor.
He turned back his covers and dressed in pajamas, or rather the bottom of pajamas. Alfred sent him a new pair every month, which kind of made him wonder what sort of issues Alfred had. He regularly tossed pajama tops into the charity box out on the back drive. Alfred didn’t understand no one his age wore pj’s for god’s sake. He might not know much about how to be these guys but he knew that much—and detested the weakness that made him want to be even that much like them.
He sighed. No point in beating himself up over the fact; he was only human, after all. And humans were basically social creatures. Even he wasn’t immune to the pull of the herd, though Alfred generally satisfied any desire he had for social interaction.
Bruce dropped down on the bed, and considered turning out the light. He preferred to sleep with the light on, and since he had no roommate at the moment, was able to enjoy the chance. He stretched out in the bed, and became aware his body no longer craved sleep—rather, certain parts of him. His traitorous penis was hard, had been since he lay his head back and that kid floated unbidden into his mind. Flashes of him on the rings, long legs stretched out, his chest, his –his dick-- Bruce glanced about as if he could be heard. His hand slid over the front of his pants and he wanted to grab himself and think of Lex doing the same thing he did in the gym, but naked. Bruce reached toward his desk and flicked out the light. Some things could only take place in the dark…
Lex. He kneaded himself through the thin cotton pants, enjoyed the heat on his palm. He enjoyed the way his penis pulsed when he whispered Lex’s name, and imagined him naked, turning and sweating on the rings, imagined him sweating and nude on the mats, groaning Bruce’s name and—and doing something—touching himself, yeah…Bruce bit his lip and groaned, arched slightly as he slid his hand into his boxers and touched his bare skin. He rubbed his hand along his dick and closed his fingers over the wet tip. He stroked down, and up and down, and pictured Lex’s face twisted in excitement, he pictured Lex watching him because he wasn’t sure what he’d do, how this worked –he was panting harder and thrusting into his fist, fuck, fuck—it was building, higher and higher, tighter –he was going to come, thinking of Lex watching him jerking off made him want to come—he jerked himself and dug the nails of his free hand hard into his leg as muscles tightened sharply. He snapped his hips up once, twice and filled his fist with warm come, it plopped on his chest and belly and dripped over his fingers. He let himself slowly sink to the bed again; breathing hard and shocked at how hard he’d come. Much, much better than his usual nebulous fantasy involving mostly faceless unknown women…. he lay back, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
So. Did this make him gay? He mentally shrugged and rolled to his side, wiping his hand the edge of the sheets. It really wasn’t important, just kind of…interesting.
TBC, in which it gets more interesting...
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