Dis Pater part 8
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roxyPrevious parts are here, reading your friends. *snicker*.
Working, working. I'm off for the next few days, so I'm going to try and be about, if ya'll still want to talk to me with the AIM and the MSN thingy and the Yahoo--don't blame you if you don't. *big shimmery brown eyes and quivering lower lip* All this technology. Tsk. *shakes head* In my day, we had phones and smoke signals and that was it. Sometimes the Clacks. Heh. Sorry.
Here's the next part.
Dinner had been excellent, and dessert was a wonderful chocolate torte and Bruce sighed. It wasn’t often he ate that much, but he was so comfortable with Lex. Strange. The man’s father and his brother had the opposite effect on him. Not that they weren’t excellent company, funny charming, knowledgeable, the both of them, on a variety of topics…it was just Lionel had to be in control at all times, he had to be top dog…and Lucas seemed to want to bed everyone that moved past him. Strange boys.
Lex sat on the opposite end of the couch from Bruce and smiled. They’d been discussing business and art and traveling…and Bruce’s collection—a unique and eclectic collection. Lex invited him to Metropolis to see his dad’s collection.
“It’s very good. Really,” he seemed on the verge of snickering. “That’s his hobby, you know, hobbies, I should say--collecting art and running after Lucas…” He did giggle, then. “Of course, now that I’m home, we’ll be sharing that hobby…again. Round and round and round we go….” He crooned as he made twirling motions with his hands.
“Lex, you’re drunk.”
“M’not. M’tipsy. Different, you know, tipsy’s cute and fun; drunk is vomiting on the floor and being maudlin. You wouldn’t want me to be maudlin, would you?”
He smiled at Bruce and Bruce felt a little rising wave of heat… ah well, Lex wasn’t alone in feeling tipsy. He couldn’t believe how he’d let himself go tonight—no discipline at all…thank God he’d had no plans to patrol later. He jumped when he felt a sleek silk covered foot slide on his calf.
“Oh, sorry,” Lex slurred and tried to move his foot but Bruce held it…absently petted it like a kitten as he told Lex a long convoluted story about his time in an English boarding school. I’m drunk too, he thought with surprise –and decided to just –enjoy it. Soon, he ended up with both Lex’s feet in his lap, petting them. Lex began to hum happily as the petting became a massage, and his toes flexed and he inadvertently rubbed Bruce’s crotch over and over—Lex was thoroughly, happily out of it, and he apologized to Bruce.
“Bruce, I’m more than tipsy, sorry, you’re right—I’m soooo drunk. I really don’t drink like this usually.” He tried hard to enunciate clearly and kept massaging.
Bruce gasped, “It’s fine—no! Don’t move.” when Lex shifted. He was hard and at this point, damn curious. “Lex, Lex—are you a virgin and God, say no,” he asked.
Lex looked at him curiously and frowned. “Hunh? No—no I ‘m not, why—oh! Bruce…aren’t you straight?”
“Not as much as I thought,” he grasped and sank down so that Lex’s feet were squarely on his dick and pushed against his feet, groaning, “Lex—Lex.”
“Bruce!” Lex pulled away and came to the end of the couch, leaned against him. “Psssst—do you know,” he whispered harshly as he cupped Bruce and squeezed, “You’re ‘hard!”
“Oh god, Lex don’t, don’t” but his own hand came up to cover Lex’s and squeeze also, holding it in place. .
“It’s okay, I remember what to do, you’ll be fine and tomorrow we can forget this happened if you want—I’m very good with secrets…” he unzipped Bruce slowly, giving him plenty of time to stop him if he chose, but he just watched Lex, and licked his too dry lips over and over.
Lex stopped. “Bruce, poor thing, you looked terrified, don’t worry I know what it feels like, Bruce can I kiss you?” Bruce tried to say yes, and Lex leaned into his lips and groaned.
******
Soft, strong lips covered him and Bruce knew about kissing. It was amazing and when he pulled back from him Lex’s eyes were closed and his mouth tingled. He opened his eyes and smiled at Bruce, who looked calmer now, less scared and more…surprised. Lex couldn’t take his eyes off of him, God, so sexy-- he wanted his dick in that mouth, those lips wrapped around him-- he could see those jaw muscles working as he sucked him off, it would be beautiful, beautiful.
Bruce choked and bucked up, and Lex realized he’d said it all out loud, and his fist was wet and wrapped around Bruce’s dick. He pulled back and licked his hand. Bruce stared open-mouthed, completely lost.
“Shit-- take your pants off,” he panted and began shoving his own pants down his legs, Lex started to say something—“Off!” Bruce barked, and Lex dropped them, kicked them into a corner, ripped off his shirt and flung it. Bruce got up and stripped as he moved to the bed, and Lex hopped after, yanking his socks off and grinning like a fool and he didn’t give a shit.
Bruce was naked on the bed and Lex knelt over him, “Open your mouth I’m going to teach you something amazing.” He fed his dick into Bruce’s mouth, his eyes were tightly shut and he radiated fear, he swallowed and Lex groaned and flexed. Bruce grunted in surprise and Lex gasped. He was just as beautiful as he thought he’d be, the muscles at his jaw jumped as he sucked Lex’s dick. Lex flexed again, and slowly moved in and out, careful for Bruce.
******
Bruce was a little in shock. What was he doing? Why…Lex’s dick moved on his tongue and he inhaled sharply, what was he going to do if he came…was it okay not to –could he spit it out or ask him to—oh that felt good! He relaxed a little, rolling his tongue over the head, along the shaft, feeling it, getting to know how a dick felt and kind of liking it—a lot…drinking in every little gasp and twitch he got from Lex, until Lex drew out of his mouth. Bruce protested but Lex smiled and turned around. He positioned a knee on each side of Bruce’s head and lowered himself until his dick nudged his lips “Go ahead,” he said and Bruce reached up and locked his fingers around Lex’s hips and sucked him in again. And at the same time, his dick slid into wet heat--oohhhh fuck-- he sucked in tandem with Lex, tried to repeat every move until he lost all rhythm, he was breathing hard through his nose and praying for release—he hung on the edge until it was painful, and then, yowling around Lex’s dick, he came, violently, so hard he jackknifed off the bed, so hard he couldn’t pull out like he normally did, and pumped come down Lex’s throat—so hard he didn’t even think twice about swallowing when Lex came right after.
The lights had lowered automatically sometime during the evening, and when Bruce finally pulled himself together the room was mostly in shadows, music still played quietly in the background and Lex was sprawled across the bed. Even sleeping, even sprawled across the bed as he was, Bruce thought he looked graceful, like a big cat… sleeping but right under the surface, still alert. Bruce felt so attracted to that duality, the appearance of complete ease masking the tension, the anger. He shuddered a little. The night had been most enlightening. Apparently he had been curious, he just hadn’t met the right Luthor.
He looked greedily at Lex, all that smooth fine skin, so creamy. So clean…he ran his fingers lightly across his ribs, down his side. His dick was beautiful too, he thought, and cradled it in his hand, relishing the smooth slightly damp skin. He wanted to do it again. He could still taste Lex’s come in his mouth and it made him smile. He made him come… his mouth made Lex come for him. He *really* wanted to do it again…but he had to go. He needed to get back to work; Alfred had a new idea for the suit they’d been working on to aid him in his patrols, it was going to add a new dimension to his endeavors.
Reluctantly he got up and dressed and woke Lex.
“I have to go.”
Lex made a small sound of disappointment and shifted against the rumpled covers.
“I’m sorry, I’m late already—I hope we can meet again?” Bruce asked.
“I’ll be in Metropolis for a few days with Lucas,” he said sleepily, “and then I’m hoping to go back overseas.”
Bruce felt a stab of disappointment. “Will you let me know what you’re going to do?”
Lex grinned slowly, “Sure, I can do that. Maybe you can find the time for a trip to Europe….”
Bruce smiled and turned to the door, snagging his jacket as he headed out. He stopped and turned back, leaned down and kissed Lex’s sleep sticky mouth.
“Thank you.”
Lex pushed him softly away, “Don’t-- I’m not clean--”
Bruce smiled softly and said, “I think you’re cleaner than I am.” He kissed him again. “Yes, you are. I’ll see you—promise.”
Lex looked at him, a little surprised and a little pleased. “Okay. Take care.”
Bruce laughed. “You too. And watch out for your brother.”
Lex was already sliding into sleep as he heard that and snickered as the door clicked shut.
TBC, you bet!
Working, working. I'm off for the next few days, so I'm going to try and be about, if ya'll still want to talk to me with the AIM and the MSN thingy and the Yahoo--don't blame you if you don't. *big shimmery brown eyes and quivering lower lip* All this technology. Tsk. *shakes head* In my day, we had phones and smoke signals and that was it. Sometimes the Clacks. Heh. Sorry.
Here's the next part.
Dinner had been excellent, and dessert was a wonderful chocolate torte and Bruce sighed. It wasn’t often he ate that much, but he was so comfortable with Lex. Strange. The man’s father and his brother had the opposite effect on him. Not that they weren’t excellent company, funny charming, knowledgeable, the both of them, on a variety of topics…it was just Lionel had to be in control at all times, he had to be top dog…and Lucas seemed to want to bed everyone that moved past him. Strange boys.
Lex sat on the opposite end of the couch from Bruce and smiled. They’d been discussing business and art and traveling…and Bruce’s collection—a unique and eclectic collection. Lex invited him to Metropolis to see his dad’s collection.
“It’s very good. Really,” he seemed on the verge of snickering. “That’s his hobby, you know, hobbies, I should say--collecting art and running after Lucas…” He did giggle, then. “Of course, now that I’m home, we’ll be sharing that hobby…again. Round and round and round we go….” He crooned as he made twirling motions with his hands.
“Lex, you’re drunk.”
“M’not. M’tipsy. Different, you know, tipsy’s cute and fun; drunk is vomiting on the floor and being maudlin. You wouldn’t want me to be maudlin, would you?”
He smiled at Bruce and Bruce felt a little rising wave of heat… ah well, Lex wasn’t alone in feeling tipsy. He couldn’t believe how he’d let himself go tonight—no discipline at all…thank God he’d had no plans to patrol later. He jumped when he felt a sleek silk covered foot slide on his calf.
“Oh, sorry,” Lex slurred and tried to move his foot but Bruce held it…absently petted it like a kitten as he told Lex a long convoluted story about his time in an English boarding school. I’m drunk too, he thought with surprise –and decided to just –enjoy it. Soon, he ended up with both Lex’s feet in his lap, petting them. Lex began to hum happily as the petting became a massage, and his toes flexed and he inadvertently rubbed Bruce’s crotch over and over—Lex was thoroughly, happily out of it, and he apologized to Bruce.
“Bruce, I’m more than tipsy, sorry, you’re right—I’m soooo drunk. I really don’t drink like this usually.” He tried hard to enunciate clearly and kept massaging.
Bruce gasped, “It’s fine—no! Don’t move.” when Lex shifted. He was hard and at this point, damn curious. “Lex, Lex—are you a virgin and God, say no,” he asked.
Lex looked at him curiously and frowned. “Hunh? No—no I ‘m not, why—oh! Bruce…aren’t you straight?”
“Not as much as I thought,” he grasped and sank down so that Lex’s feet were squarely on his dick and pushed against his feet, groaning, “Lex—Lex.”
“Bruce!” Lex pulled away and came to the end of the couch, leaned against him. “Psssst—do you know,” he whispered harshly as he cupped Bruce and squeezed, “You’re ‘hard!”
“Oh god, Lex don’t, don’t” but his own hand came up to cover Lex’s and squeeze also, holding it in place. .
“It’s okay, I remember what to do, you’ll be fine and tomorrow we can forget this happened if you want—I’m very good with secrets…” he unzipped Bruce slowly, giving him plenty of time to stop him if he chose, but he just watched Lex, and licked his too dry lips over and over.
Lex stopped. “Bruce, poor thing, you looked terrified, don’t worry I know what it feels like, Bruce can I kiss you?” Bruce tried to say yes, and Lex leaned into his lips and groaned.
******
Soft, strong lips covered him and Bruce knew about kissing. It was amazing and when he pulled back from him Lex’s eyes were closed and his mouth tingled. He opened his eyes and smiled at Bruce, who looked calmer now, less scared and more…surprised. Lex couldn’t take his eyes off of him, God, so sexy-- he wanted his dick in that mouth, those lips wrapped around him-- he could see those jaw muscles working as he sucked him off, it would be beautiful, beautiful.
Bruce choked and bucked up, and Lex realized he’d said it all out loud, and his fist was wet and wrapped around Bruce’s dick. He pulled back and licked his hand. Bruce stared open-mouthed, completely lost.
“Shit-- take your pants off,” he panted and began shoving his own pants down his legs, Lex started to say something—“Off!” Bruce barked, and Lex dropped them, kicked them into a corner, ripped off his shirt and flung it. Bruce got up and stripped as he moved to the bed, and Lex hopped after, yanking his socks off and grinning like a fool and he didn’t give a shit.
Bruce was naked on the bed and Lex knelt over him, “Open your mouth I’m going to teach you something amazing.” He fed his dick into Bruce’s mouth, his eyes were tightly shut and he radiated fear, he swallowed and Lex groaned and flexed. Bruce grunted in surprise and Lex gasped. He was just as beautiful as he thought he’d be, the muscles at his jaw jumped as he sucked Lex’s dick. Lex flexed again, and slowly moved in and out, careful for Bruce.
******
Bruce was a little in shock. What was he doing? Why…Lex’s dick moved on his tongue and he inhaled sharply, what was he going to do if he came…was it okay not to –could he spit it out or ask him to—oh that felt good! He relaxed a little, rolling his tongue over the head, along the shaft, feeling it, getting to know how a dick felt and kind of liking it—a lot…drinking in every little gasp and twitch he got from Lex, until Lex drew out of his mouth. Bruce protested but Lex smiled and turned around. He positioned a knee on each side of Bruce’s head and lowered himself until his dick nudged his lips “Go ahead,” he said and Bruce reached up and locked his fingers around Lex’s hips and sucked him in again. And at the same time, his dick slid into wet heat--oohhhh fuck-- he sucked in tandem with Lex, tried to repeat every move until he lost all rhythm, he was breathing hard through his nose and praying for release—he hung on the edge until it was painful, and then, yowling around Lex’s dick, he came, violently, so hard he jackknifed off the bed, so hard he couldn’t pull out like he normally did, and pumped come down Lex’s throat—so hard he didn’t even think twice about swallowing when Lex came right after.
The lights had lowered automatically sometime during the evening, and when Bruce finally pulled himself together the room was mostly in shadows, music still played quietly in the background and Lex was sprawled across the bed. Even sleeping, even sprawled across the bed as he was, Bruce thought he looked graceful, like a big cat… sleeping but right under the surface, still alert. Bruce felt so attracted to that duality, the appearance of complete ease masking the tension, the anger. He shuddered a little. The night had been most enlightening. Apparently he had been curious, he just hadn’t met the right Luthor.
He looked greedily at Lex, all that smooth fine skin, so creamy. So clean…he ran his fingers lightly across his ribs, down his side. His dick was beautiful too, he thought, and cradled it in his hand, relishing the smooth slightly damp skin. He wanted to do it again. He could still taste Lex’s come in his mouth and it made him smile. He made him come… his mouth made Lex come for him. He *really* wanted to do it again…but he had to go. He needed to get back to work; Alfred had a new idea for the suit they’d been working on to aid him in his patrols, it was going to add a new dimension to his endeavors.
Reluctantly he got up and dressed and woke Lex.
“I have to go.”
Lex made a small sound of disappointment and shifted against the rumpled covers.
“I’m sorry, I’m late already—I hope we can meet again?” Bruce asked.
“I’ll be in Metropolis for a few days with Lucas,” he said sleepily, “and then I’m hoping to go back overseas.”
Bruce felt a stab of disappointment. “Will you let me know what you’re going to do?”
Lex grinned slowly, “Sure, I can do that. Maybe you can find the time for a trip to Europe….”
Bruce smiled and turned to the door, snagging his jacket as he headed out. He stopped and turned back, leaned down and kissed Lex’s sleep sticky mouth.
“Thank you.”
Lex pushed him softly away, “Don’t-- I’m not clean--”
Bruce smiled softly and said, “I think you’re cleaner than I am.” He kissed him again. “Yes, you are. I’ll see you—promise.”
Lex looked at him, a little surprised and a little pleased. “Okay. Take care.”
Bruce laughed. “You too. And watch out for your brother.”
Lex was already sliding into sleep as he heard that and snickered as the door clicked shut.
TBC, you bet!
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