Strange Boys, The End
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roxyIt was a fun ride, my beloveds! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Part Fifteen is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game
XVI
Lex perched on the edge of his chair, a smile firmly plastered on his face. He was *not* going to blink, or wince or let the tiniest groan pass his lips. He looked about him regally, daring anyone to question why he was sitting alone at the table in the corner. He waited patiently, sipping his orange juice and poking his eggs with a fork, spreading them thinly around the plate. He nibbled at the edge of his toast and listened for the buzz of sound…and there it was.
Bruce was in the doorway, frowning out over the crowd and pinning Lex’s former tablemates with a glare. They paled as one and ten arms shot out and ten fingers pointed in Lex’s direction.
Bruce’s face smoothed again, like a pond settling after a breeze.
He came over to Lex, put his tray on the table, sat and began to eat, methodically working his way through the food with no particular interest in what he was eating. Food was fuel, not pleasure. He looked at Lex, and Lex pinked. He knew what Bruce considered pleasure.
Bruce piled their plates together, eying Lex’s with disapproval, but really, there was no way he could force down those Styrofoam pellets masquerading as eggs.
Lex patted his blazer pocket, looking for his cigarettes, and Bruce frowned.
Lex shook his head –“None of you business what I do.” He smirked at him before standing. “Catch up with you—I’ve got an appointm—erk!”
Bruce’s hand shoot out and snagged Lex’s tie. He pulled him down. “All your appointments are now with me, only me.”
Lex smiled. “Stop,” he said. “You’re turning me on.”
Bruce grinned back. “I know.”
******
The moon hung low in the sky, painting everything in white and black. Lex gazed up into the night sky and sighed, deeply content. The slates under his back were cold, and a breeze flowed over him, raising goose flesh and when he shivered, a big hot hand pushed under his shirt and rubbed his belly, warming him. The jacket folded up under his head smelled good, it held the distinct, spicy scent that was Bruce’s, still held a little warmth from his body heat.
Lex’s hands drifted over the hair that swept over his belly, he carded his fingers through it and Bruce hummed, sucked harder. Lex reached up and tugged at the slim leather collar around his throat and smiled up at the stars. This was good; this was better than anything he’d ever imagined having. Bruce tilted his head back and let Lex’s dick slide out of his mouth.
“You okay?”
“I’m two stories up on the roof of the school--a slippery roof I might add, in the middle of the night, getting blown by my boyfriend, who’s possibly crazy and gave me a dog collar as a present—I couldn’t be better.”
Bruce smiled and bent his head again, licked long wet stripes from the base of his dick to the tip and curled his tongue over the end.
“Mmmmm…you taste good.”
Lex jerked and groaned. He planted his feet against the roof and pushed up into Bruce’s hot mouth. Bruce made an encouraging noise and Lex fucked his mouth until he felt that familiar pull, heat filled him and he felt incredible as Bruce’s mouth got hotter for a moment, and then he was swallowing, driving him crazy, as he swallowed every drop.
Bruce crawled up his body and grabbed the collar in his teeth, shook it. “Did you have fun?”
“God, yes,” he gasped.
“Are you happy?”
Lex thought for a moment, looking into Bruce’s calm face, his eyes, blue as sapphires, but that he always remembered as being black. He never really knew what Bruce was thinking and yet, Bruce was able to read him like an open book. He slipped a finger under the slim leather band, and the tiny silver tags clicked together. Bruce’s eyes darted to his throat and he smiled.
This time, Lex was sure it was a smile. “I’m as happy as you are,” he said.
Bruce said, “Then you’re very happy.”
******
The sun come up and rolled back the shadows, and Bruce looked down at the pale smooth head cradled in his lap. Lex looked impossibly innocent when he slept. Bruce smiled. Their journey had been interesting and the game fascinating, and the end result was better than anything he’d ever imagined.
He stroked the rounded cheek and pulled the collar of his jacket higher up under Lex’s chin...it made him feel warm to see how Lex slept on, trusting as a lamb.
Tomorrow, he’d think of a new game to play.
May 7-2005
Part Fifteen is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game
XVI
Lex perched on the edge of his chair, a smile firmly plastered on his face. He was *not* going to blink, or wince or let the tiniest groan pass his lips. He looked about him regally, daring anyone to question why he was sitting alone at the table in the corner. He waited patiently, sipping his orange juice and poking his eggs with a fork, spreading them thinly around the plate. He nibbled at the edge of his toast and listened for the buzz of sound…and there it was.
Bruce was in the doorway, frowning out over the crowd and pinning Lex’s former tablemates with a glare. They paled as one and ten arms shot out and ten fingers pointed in Lex’s direction.
Bruce’s face smoothed again, like a pond settling after a breeze.
He came over to Lex, put his tray on the table, sat and began to eat, methodically working his way through the food with no particular interest in what he was eating. Food was fuel, not pleasure. He looked at Lex, and Lex pinked. He knew what Bruce considered pleasure.
Bruce piled their plates together, eying Lex’s with disapproval, but really, there was no way he could force down those Styrofoam pellets masquerading as eggs.
Lex patted his blazer pocket, looking for his cigarettes, and Bruce frowned.
Lex shook his head –“None of you business what I do.” He smirked at him before standing. “Catch up with you—I’ve got an appointm—erk!”
Bruce’s hand shoot out and snagged Lex’s tie. He pulled him down. “All your appointments are now with me, only me.”
Lex smiled. “Stop,” he said. “You’re turning me on.”
Bruce grinned back. “I know.”
******
The moon hung low in the sky, painting everything in white and black. Lex gazed up into the night sky and sighed, deeply content. The slates under his back were cold, and a breeze flowed over him, raising goose flesh and when he shivered, a big hot hand pushed under his shirt and rubbed his belly, warming him. The jacket folded up under his head smelled good, it held the distinct, spicy scent that was Bruce’s, still held a little warmth from his body heat.
Lex’s hands drifted over the hair that swept over his belly, he carded his fingers through it and Bruce hummed, sucked harder. Lex reached up and tugged at the slim leather collar around his throat and smiled up at the stars. This was good; this was better than anything he’d ever imagined having. Bruce tilted his head back and let Lex’s dick slide out of his mouth.
“You okay?”
“I’m two stories up on the roof of the school--a slippery roof I might add, in the middle of the night, getting blown by my boyfriend, who’s possibly crazy and gave me a dog collar as a present—I couldn’t be better.”
Bruce smiled and bent his head again, licked long wet stripes from the base of his dick to the tip and curled his tongue over the end.
“Mmmmm…you taste good.”
Lex jerked and groaned. He planted his feet against the roof and pushed up into Bruce’s hot mouth. Bruce made an encouraging noise and Lex fucked his mouth until he felt that familiar pull, heat filled him and he felt incredible as Bruce’s mouth got hotter for a moment, and then he was swallowing, driving him crazy, as he swallowed every drop.
Bruce crawled up his body and grabbed the collar in his teeth, shook it. “Did you have fun?”
“God, yes,” he gasped.
“Are you happy?”
Lex thought for a moment, looking into Bruce’s calm face, his eyes, blue as sapphires, but that he always remembered as being black. He never really knew what Bruce was thinking and yet, Bruce was able to read him like an open book. He slipped a finger under the slim leather band, and the tiny silver tags clicked together. Bruce’s eyes darted to his throat and he smiled.
This time, Lex was sure it was a smile. “I’m as happy as you are,” he said.
Bruce said, “Then you’re very happy.”
******
The sun come up and rolled back the shadows, and Bruce looked down at the pale smooth head cradled in his lap. Lex looked impossibly innocent when he slept. Bruce smiled. Their journey had been interesting and the game fascinating, and the end result was better than anything he’d ever imagined.
He stroked the rounded cheek and pulled the collar of his jacket higher up under Lex’s chin...it made him feel warm to see how Lex slept on, trusting as a lamb.
Tomorrow, he’d think of a new game to play.
May 7-2005
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