Strange Boys part 8
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roxyYes, yes, Yer Mother's up past her bedtime, and her having to descend into the bowels of hell in the morning.
See how she loves you?
Let's see if Our Litttle Lex has gotten any further in his quest to get Bruce naked, shall we?
Part seven is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
Lex dashed from the school to the dorms as fast as he could—he wanted to get into Bruce’s room before he came back. He was in and leaning against the door and darting looks around—what? What to do? Take his shorts? God, no—knowing Bruce they were probably stiff as a board--some cotton-Brillo mix from Walmart …he didn’t want to touch his albums again, he regretted doing it in the first place and so far Bruce hadn’t retaliated for that first intrusion. He walked lightly, carefully around the room. What to do…he grinned, *Got it.*
He slipped off his shoes, checked the time –he stripped down as fast as he could and slid under the sheets of Bruce’s bed. He shivered; the sheets were crisp and so cool and flat as if they’d been ironed on the bed. He rubbed himself against the bed and laughed. He must be insane, there was no way Bruce could…smell him on the sheets, not unless he was a fucking werewolf or something--Sergeant-fucking-Angua, he snorted. He shivered. That was kind of…hot….
******
Bruce came in still wet from the shower; he’d gone directly back to the dorms instead of taking a rooftop walk. He had an idea for the next time Lex was in the lab—he was getting tired of playing, he was going to take the upper hand. He glanced at the locked door of his desk, where Lex’s notes nestled against his albums. He was ready for –whatever the fuck they were dancing around. Besides, it should make Alfred happy; he was always on about Bruce making friends. He’d just do one better, go straight from friend to—boyfriend? What the hell do they call it when guys are in l—when they like each other? Bruce considered, and sat at his desk, pulled the laptop from its drawer, and connected it. He used it for research, homework or for his project. Never for recreation. Now, he needed it for—research. He nodded firmly to himself. Research. Really.
Nearly two hours later, he finally moved, cracked his neck and shifted his stiff shoulders. Was it possible… he could have been doing this…with Lex? He blinked his dry eyes and swallowed.
Soooo. That’s what guys did together. Hmm. Okay. He swallowed again. There had been one site—the guy looked enough like him to be his twin--and doing, wow, doing things that made him want to find Lex and just—man. Knock him down and roll all over him. Bruce undressed and climbed into bed. He needed to go shopping, he needed some things…
He lay his head down and froze. Someone—someone had been in his bed. The sheets were wrinkled and...he sniffed, ran his nose over the pillowslip and sniffed harder. God, that kid, he’d been in his bed. Bruce saw Lex in his mind's eye, rolling naked on his sheets, leaving his scent all over, rubbing against them...it only took him minutes to come, thrusting against the mattress, groaning and picturing some of the more interesting positions he’d seen that night. The next time he saw that butt, that shadowy place between those pink smooth cheeks— an aftershock hit him hard and he shuddered. *Yes. Yes.*
******
Tuesday, Lex found a folded cotton handkerchief on his bed. It was an average, common everyday, clean--in fact, brand new-- handkerchief. He was disappointed for a moment. Why give him something not his? Why ask why Bruce did anything? There was some sort of point to it, he was sure. He felt oddly touched by the…gift, he supposed.
He jerked off into it that night, thinking of Bruce coming on his undershirt. He wondered what Bruce had wanted him to do with it, and blushed a bit. He was pretty sure he did exactly what Bruce had wanted him to do with it.
The next morning, he folded it into a neat rectangle and wore it in his blazer pocket. The guys looked at him like he had road kill sticking out of his pocket, but Bruce, when he moved past Lex on his way to the loser’s table, blushed lightly and smiled—
Lex was pretty sure when Bruce exposed his canine teeth like that it was meant to be a smile.
******
Wednesday, Bruce walked across the roofs until he reached the rear of the property. He jumped down over the wall and headed into town. He had a list of things that he needed to buy for the present he had in mind for Lex. He smiled as he boarded a bus, street map covered with notes clutched in his hand.
When had these little activities become a courtship dance? He had no doubt Lex loved this every bit as much as he did--that’s why he was nearly positive Lex would love his next move. He had to, it was based on everything he’d observed about Lex. He was certain he was on the right path. God he hoped so because this next thing...it made him shake just thinking about it.
Bruce walked around the busy streets a bit. He enjoyed watching the ebb and flow of humanity, he liked singling out a face and following it, wondering about where they were headed what they did, whether they needing to be brought justice.
Once he’d followed a man who made him uncomfortable and when he'd caught him in the act of mugging an old lady, he gave chase. He’d caught him in an alley and beat him until his fists bled…it had been…enlightening. He knew he should never to do that again. It’d felt so right doing it, but…there had to be some distinction between the others and himself. Something that made him—not the villain. Maybe, maybe someone like Lex could help him not to do that—he laughed to himself.
Lex.
Okay, some one. Somewhere, some one, who was not Lex.
He grinned.
You know..tbc
See how she loves you?
Let's see if Our Litttle Lex has gotten any further in his quest to get Bruce naked, shall we?
Part seven is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
Lex dashed from the school to the dorms as fast as he could—he wanted to get into Bruce’s room before he came back. He was in and leaning against the door and darting looks around—what? What to do? Take his shorts? God, no—knowing Bruce they were probably stiff as a board--some cotton-Brillo mix from Walmart …he didn’t want to touch his albums again, he regretted doing it in the first place and so far Bruce hadn’t retaliated for that first intrusion. He walked lightly, carefully around the room. What to do…he grinned, *Got it.*
He slipped off his shoes, checked the time –he stripped down as fast as he could and slid under the sheets of Bruce’s bed. He shivered; the sheets were crisp and so cool and flat as if they’d been ironed on the bed. He rubbed himself against the bed and laughed. He must be insane, there was no way Bruce could…smell him on the sheets, not unless he was a fucking werewolf or something--Sergeant-fucking-Angua, he snorted. He shivered. That was kind of…hot….
******
Bruce came in still wet from the shower; he’d gone directly back to the dorms instead of taking a rooftop walk. He had an idea for the next time Lex was in the lab—he was getting tired of playing, he was going to take the upper hand. He glanced at the locked door of his desk, where Lex’s notes nestled against his albums. He was ready for –whatever the fuck they were dancing around. Besides, it should make Alfred happy; he was always on about Bruce making friends. He’d just do one better, go straight from friend to—boyfriend? What the hell do they call it when guys are in l—when they like each other? Bruce considered, and sat at his desk, pulled the laptop from its drawer, and connected it. He used it for research, homework or for his project. Never for recreation. Now, he needed it for—research. He nodded firmly to himself. Research. Really.
Nearly two hours later, he finally moved, cracked his neck and shifted his stiff shoulders. Was it possible… he could have been doing this…with Lex? He blinked his dry eyes and swallowed.
Soooo. That’s what guys did together. Hmm. Okay. He swallowed again. There had been one site—the guy looked enough like him to be his twin--and doing, wow, doing things that made him want to find Lex and just—man. Knock him down and roll all over him. Bruce undressed and climbed into bed. He needed to go shopping, he needed some things…
He lay his head down and froze. Someone—someone had been in his bed. The sheets were wrinkled and...he sniffed, ran his nose over the pillowslip and sniffed harder. God, that kid, he’d been in his bed. Bruce saw Lex in his mind's eye, rolling naked on his sheets, leaving his scent all over, rubbing against them...it only took him minutes to come, thrusting against the mattress, groaning and picturing some of the more interesting positions he’d seen that night. The next time he saw that butt, that shadowy place between those pink smooth cheeks— an aftershock hit him hard and he shuddered. *Yes. Yes.*
******
Tuesday, Lex found a folded cotton handkerchief on his bed. It was an average, common everyday, clean--in fact, brand new-- handkerchief. He was disappointed for a moment. Why give him something not his? Why ask why Bruce did anything? There was some sort of point to it, he was sure. He felt oddly touched by the…gift, he supposed.
He jerked off into it that night, thinking of Bruce coming on his undershirt. He wondered what Bruce had wanted him to do with it, and blushed a bit. He was pretty sure he did exactly what Bruce had wanted him to do with it.
The next morning, he folded it into a neat rectangle and wore it in his blazer pocket. The guys looked at him like he had road kill sticking out of his pocket, but Bruce, when he moved past Lex on his way to the loser’s table, blushed lightly and smiled—
Lex was pretty sure when Bruce exposed his canine teeth like that it was meant to be a smile.
******
Wednesday, Bruce walked across the roofs until he reached the rear of the property. He jumped down over the wall and headed into town. He had a list of things that he needed to buy for the present he had in mind for Lex. He smiled as he boarded a bus, street map covered with notes clutched in his hand.
When had these little activities become a courtship dance? He had no doubt Lex loved this every bit as much as he did--that’s why he was nearly positive Lex would love his next move. He had to, it was based on everything he’d observed about Lex. He was certain he was on the right path. God he hoped so because this next thing...it made him shake just thinking about it.
Bruce walked around the busy streets a bit. He enjoyed watching the ebb and flow of humanity, he liked singling out a face and following it, wondering about where they were headed what they did, whether they needing to be brought justice.
Once he’d followed a man who made him uncomfortable and when he'd caught him in the act of mugging an old lady, he gave chase. He’d caught him in an alley and beat him until his fists bled…it had been…enlightening. He knew he should never to do that again. It’d felt so right doing it, but…there had to be some distinction between the others and himself. Something that made him—not the villain. Maybe, maybe someone like Lex could help him not to do that—he laughed to himself.
Lex.
Okay, some one. Somewhere, some one, who was not Lex.
He grinned.
You know..tbc
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4/24/05 05:15 am (UTC)::blinks::
Boy, do I know what Bruce is feeling.
Okay, we'll let you rest, but we want MORE.
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4/24/05 06:29 am (UTC)I love Bruce because he is just as fucked-up as Lex, but in a different way.
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4/24/05 11:33 am (UTC)OMG! That is beyond hot...it could actually power the entire country!
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4/24/05 04:15 pm (UTC)Awsome courtship, just like these two, I cannot wait to see what Bruce's present is going to be!!
You ROCK!!
:D
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4/24/05 07:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
4/24/05 09:08 pm (UTC)Oh gods.
DUDE.
Lex was pretty sure when Bruce exposed his canine teeth like that it was meant to be a smile.
Fucking LOVE THAT line, that's.....
Ah!
Angua-Bruce! Heeeeeee.
*bounce*
LOVE THIS!
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