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Strange Boys part four
Part Three is Here.
Let us visit again with our merry little fellows, Dear shy Bruce and clever little Lex! What are they up to now? Let's just see, shall we?
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
IV
Lex sat at his table with a few of the guys and waited for the face he wanted to see.
He listened to the guys with half his attention, most of it being trained on the door waiting for a tall dark haired figure to come slouching in. Bruce Wayne wasn’t someone that had ever interested him before. He was barely a blip on the social radar. But the other night, when he’d felt his eyes on him, his eyes all over him—it’d been kind of hot. And he knew that boy was hard in the shower, trying to hide behind that little washcloth, as if you could hide all that with a little square of terry--he had to grin thinking about it…weird. He knew everyone who was gay in the school and no one mentioned Bruce. No one mentioned Bruce at all actually. He wasn’t exactly popular.
Lex was on the edge of popular, not one of the big guns but close enough to enjoy a few perks. He had a clique, most people did. Almost everyone had some group they fell into to--there was the anti-clique clique and the loser’s clique and the geeks clique and then there was Bruce. Bruce the loner. Damn big enough to be his own clique. From what he’d seen in the shower, big enough to be his own state.
Lex finally caught sight of the person he’d been waiting for. He expected Bruce to seek him out, and he *was* looking over the hall, tray held in his hand like he was holding a weapon. He frowned, his long hair falling over his bright blue eyes and Lex thought, shit, how did I not see how hot he was before this? He planned to generously offer a seat to Bruce, allow him into his clique. Bruce moved closer to his table and Lex prepared to smile warmly at him, he’d been told that his smile was irresistible and he was inclined to believe it—all evidence pointed to the fact.
Bruce met his eyes and Lex waited- he was bound to blush as cutely as he did in the shower…Bruce’s eyes slid over him with no sign of recognition and he moved past to a nearly empty table- The Land of Social Death…fucker! How dare he! He just insulted him! Lex was certain he did it on purpose, the bastard. He caught Bruce’s eye as he sat down, and smiled wide and reached under the table and very obviously gave Osborne Junior a thrill, staring into Bruce’s eyes the whole time.
Bruce cracked first, scowling and dropping his eyes. And was that—yes, a little blush. God, that was so hot—he loved that blush. He leaned over, squeezed a truly uninspiring handful and whispered in Oz Junior’s ear. “Later.” *If you’re lucky and everyone in the world dies first*and he nodded his head a little too enthusiastically for Lex’s taste. Guppy.
Bruce looked over at Lex's table and scowled. That little rat was *trying* to piss him off. He sighed and stabbed his supposedslice of roast beef with his fork.*Stupid to get angry, Bruce— you know what the guy’s rep is.*
He knew he’d be poison to him. Fuck him. Besides he had more important things to do right this moment.
tbc--more little duckling? Tschaa! Like you have a choice!
Let us visit again with our merry little fellows, Dear shy Bruce and clever little Lex! What are they up to now? Let's just see, shall we?
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
IV
Lex sat at his table with a few of the guys and waited for the face he wanted to see.
He listened to the guys with half his attention, most of it being trained on the door waiting for a tall dark haired figure to come slouching in. Bruce Wayne wasn’t someone that had ever interested him before. He was barely a blip on the social radar. But the other night, when he’d felt his eyes on him, his eyes all over him—it’d been kind of hot. And he knew that boy was hard in the shower, trying to hide behind that little washcloth, as if you could hide all that with a little square of terry--he had to grin thinking about it…weird. He knew everyone who was gay in the school and no one mentioned Bruce. No one mentioned Bruce at all actually. He wasn’t exactly popular.
Lex was on the edge of popular, not one of the big guns but close enough to enjoy a few perks. He had a clique, most people did. Almost everyone had some group they fell into to--there was the anti-clique clique and the loser’s clique and the geeks clique and then there was Bruce. Bruce the loner. Damn big enough to be his own clique. From what he’d seen in the shower, big enough to be his own state.
Lex finally caught sight of the person he’d been waiting for. He expected Bruce to seek him out, and he *was* looking over the hall, tray held in his hand like he was holding a weapon. He frowned, his long hair falling over his bright blue eyes and Lex thought, shit, how did I not see how hot he was before this? He planned to generously offer a seat to Bruce, allow him into his clique. Bruce moved closer to his table and Lex prepared to smile warmly at him, he’d been told that his smile was irresistible and he was inclined to believe it—all evidence pointed to the fact.
Bruce met his eyes and Lex waited- he was bound to blush as cutely as he did in the shower…Bruce’s eyes slid over him with no sign of recognition and he moved past to a nearly empty table- The Land of Social Death…fucker! How dare he! He just insulted him! Lex was certain he did it on purpose, the bastard. He caught Bruce’s eye as he sat down, and smiled wide and reached under the table and very obviously gave Osborne Junior a thrill, staring into Bruce’s eyes the whole time.
Bruce cracked first, scowling and dropping his eyes. And was that—yes, a little blush. God, that was so hot—he loved that blush. He leaned over, squeezed a truly uninspiring handful and whispered in Oz Junior’s ear. “Later.” *If you’re lucky and everyone in the world dies first*and he nodded his head a little too enthusiastically for Lex’s taste. Guppy.
Bruce looked over at Lex's table and scowled. That little rat was *trying* to piss him off. He sighed and stabbed his supposedslice of roast beef with his fork.*Stupid to get angry, Bruce— you know what the guy’s rep is.*
He knew he’d be poison to him. Fuck him. Besides he had more important things to do right this moment.
tbc--more little duckling? Tschaa! Like you have a choice!
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*Grin*
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We definitely have to get together so you can read "Lex Luthor, Man of Steel" and admire the Brex therein.
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Yes yes.
Everybody all avoidy-sneaky.
Heeeeee.
*bounce*
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Snicker
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Hee!
I just read the last part in your other story, and it's a nice contrast -- the Lex that has seen and done it all, and the more innocent Lex.
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Lex is adorable. I love his checking out Bruce, noting the hottie that he is. I also LOVED how observant he is, and how he was going to let Bruce into his clique. Yet...I like Bruce playing hard to get, even if in actually, it's really Bruce being socially inept.
And I reeeeeally like the idea of Lex stalking and seducing Bruce.
Yay! Brex! Brex! Brex!
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BREX
Time to put on your cape and investigate.
Re: BREX
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:D
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You horrible, horrible woman. ^_^
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Brat!Lex!!! I adore him!!
He's so freaking hot! More, Roxy! More!!
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