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roxyThis is for my Baby Bee’s birthday! Happy Birthday, sweetie-pie!
hugglekissshnuggle*
Oh and in case you’re wondering, you could probably shoehorn this somewhere after the events of Rake The Moon! *G*
Break
June meant summer break and freedom from Excelsior, freedom from books and lessons and tests…but not from occasional bouts of boredom.
Bruce sighed. Alfred was out, the TV was off, the music that usually played soft in the background most days was silent. It was just too quiet.
It was time to make his own fun, he thought.
Bruce could hear the dry shuffle of paper from the open library door; Lex was reading, wrapped up in his own world and leaving him here alone.
Bruce grinned.
He’d have to change that.
Bruce crept into the library where Lex balanced the book he was reading on his stomach and curled comfortably into a corner of the couch, his very own corner. It hadn’t taken long after Lex moved in with Alfred and him to stake out his own corners in old Stately Wayne Manor.
Bruce leaned over the back of the chenille upholstered couch and breathed down on Lex’s head, because Lex hated that and sometimes Bruce was a dick.
“Why are you sitting all alone in here?” he asked, just a few notes from whining--he made an effort to add more bass to his voice. “What are you doing?”
“Showing restraint,” came the terse reply.
Bruce grinned to himself and breathed…damper.
“You know I don’t like that,” Lex said, slowly and clearly.
“Uhmm-hnn. Hey, I learned something new last night. Do you want me to show you?”
Lex looked at him with more than a hint of annoyance. “Something tells me you were at the computer all night—what has Alfred told you about that?”
“Mmmm…don’t order anything frightening?” Bruce grinned. There were only two people in the world he teased and joked with and he was lucky to live with them both.
“Well, what did you find,” Lex smirked.
“I’ll show you, but you have to wear a blindfold. And let me tie your hands.”
Lex lifted one elegant eyebrow but only said, “Okay.” Lex said and pulled away from the back of the couch, put the book down and closed his eyes and held out his hands.
Bruce felt a lick of heat—it always made him feel too sensitive all over—how completely Lex trusted him.
After all, they’d worked hard enough to get to this place.
Lex sat still and straight as Bruce tied the scarf around his eyes. After a moment Lex asked, “What about Alfred?”
“He’s going to be out, for hours. It’s just you—and me.”
“Oh,” Lex breathed and Bruce stepped around to the front of the couch.
“Can you feel me?”
“No… am I supposed to?” Lex frowned.
“Open your shirt.” Bruce said.
Lex smirked and unbuttoned the thin linen shirt, let it drift open.
Sat.
Waited. “Well?”
“Patience.” Bruce said, “Can you feel me now?” He held his hand inches from Lex’s skin, moving it slowly back and forth, closer and closer but never touching, and marveled that it made his palm tingle.
Anticipation of the touch made Lex’s nipples harden—goose bumps broke out on his pale skin.
Bruce leaned closer and spoke into his ear, still moving his hand over Lex’s skin. “Feel me yet?”
Lex nodded, licked his suddenly dry lips. “Yes, yes I do…”
“Take down your pants.”
Lex shivered and shimmied quickly out of the pajama-like bottoms, they slid into a puddle of fabric at his feet.
Bruce knelt in front of him. “Can you feel me here?” He was a hair’s width from Lex--his breath puffed out against his dick like a caress. He was hard already, pre-come ran steadily from the straining head and he groaned at each barely felt puff.
“Trust me?” Bruce asked.
“Of course,” Lex said, Bruce brushed his dick with his lips. Lex’s head rammed against the back of the couch and his dick slapped his belly and to his overly sensitized skin it was almost as if Bruce had touched him with a hot poker. He shook and groaned, and Bruce straddled him without touching, hovering over him and flooding his skin with heat…Bruce told him how he looked, how hot he was, how hot it was making him.
Lex could hear the moan floating under Bruce’s words; he could just hear that soft slide of skin against skin….
“Fuck—touch me damn it, touch me!”
Bruce whispered, “Not yet.” And watched Lex suffer.
Lex felt every nerve in his body. He felt them intimately, as if they’d suddenly become cables tying his body in knots and his blood whisked through his veins like boiling water…frustration was wringing him out and twisting him tighter and tighter, his legs were wet with sweat and thicker fluid and he shivered and shivered. It hurt—he was so hard and wanted to come so bad it hurt.
“Please damn it! Please!”
Bruce laughed, it was low and thick and shaky—Bruce was on the edge too.
“God, you should see yourself, you’re flushed all over, so beautiful. And wet—god, your dick is—it’s like marble, so smooth and pink and…” Bruce stopped talking and groaned. “Coming.”
“Let me touch myself,” Lex yelled and his body quivered, he flexed hard at the sound of Bruce coming, he wanted to see, he wanted to—
“Come now?” Bruce licked his cheek and Lex yelled, “God, yeah!”
It took only the barest touch of Bruce’s hot velvet tongue against his tortured dick before he came--like his body was trying to turn inside out, like a giant hand was squeezing and milking every inch of him. He arched so that his ass and his head were the only things touching the couch….He felt like he’d blacked out—maybe he did, he didn’t remember the blindfold coming off or his hands being freed.
“Hey—you okay?”
“Of course. I think I broke every bone in my body, but I’m okay.” Lex laughed. “Fuck—much better than okay. I love your desire to learn new things.” He grinned and kissed Bruce on the cheek.
Bruce nodded. “Knowledge *is* power.”
“Oh god, shut up.” Lex muttered.
Bruce smiled down at him.
Fin!
09-26-2005
Happy Birthday!
hugglekissshnuggle*
Oh and in case you’re wondering, you could probably shoehorn this somewhere after the events of Rake The Moon! *G*
Break
June meant summer break and freedom from Excelsior, freedom from books and lessons and tests…but not from occasional bouts of boredom.
Bruce sighed. Alfred was out, the TV was off, the music that usually played soft in the background most days was silent. It was just too quiet.
It was time to make his own fun, he thought.
Bruce could hear the dry shuffle of paper from the open library door; Lex was reading, wrapped up in his own world and leaving him here alone.
Bruce grinned.
He’d have to change that.
Bruce crept into the library where Lex balanced the book he was reading on his stomach and curled comfortably into a corner of the couch, his very own corner. It hadn’t taken long after Lex moved in with Alfred and him to stake out his own corners in old Stately Wayne Manor.
Bruce leaned over the back of the chenille upholstered couch and breathed down on Lex’s head, because Lex hated that and sometimes Bruce was a dick.
“Why are you sitting all alone in here?” he asked, just a few notes from whining--he made an effort to add more bass to his voice. “What are you doing?”
“Showing restraint,” came the terse reply.
Bruce grinned to himself and breathed…damper.
“You know I don’t like that,” Lex said, slowly and clearly.
“Uhmm-hnn. Hey, I learned something new last night. Do you want me to show you?”
Lex looked at him with more than a hint of annoyance. “Something tells me you were at the computer all night—what has Alfred told you about that?”
“Mmmm…don’t order anything frightening?” Bruce grinned. There were only two people in the world he teased and joked with and he was lucky to live with them both.
“Well, what did you find,” Lex smirked.
“I’ll show you, but you have to wear a blindfold. And let me tie your hands.”
Lex lifted one elegant eyebrow but only said, “Okay.” Lex said and pulled away from the back of the couch, put the book down and closed his eyes and held out his hands.
Bruce felt a lick of heat—it always made him feel too sensitive all over—how completely Lex trusted him.
After all, they’d worked hard enough to get to this place.
Lex sat still and straight as Bruce tied the scarf around his eyes. After a moment Lex asked, “What about Alfred?”
“He’s going to be out, for hours. It’s just you—and me.”
“Oh,” Lex breathed and Bruce stepped around to the front of the couch.
“Can you feel me?”
“No… am I supposed to?” Lex frowned.
“Open your shirt.” Bruce said.
Lex smirked and unbuttoned the thin linen shirt, let it drift open.
Sat.
Waited. “Well?”
“Patience.” Bruce said, “Can you feel me now?” He held his hand inches from Lex’s skin, moving it slowly back and forth, closer and closer but never touching, and marveled that it made his palm tingle.
Anticipation of the touch made Lex’s nipples harden—goose bumps broke out on his pale skin.
Bruce leaned closer and spoke into his ear, still moving his hand over Lex’s skin. “Feel me yet?”
Lex nodded, licked his suddenly dry lips. “Yes, yes I do…”
“Take down your pants.”
Lex shivered and shimmied quickly out of the pajama-like bottoms, they slid into a puddle of fabric at his feet.
Bruce knelt in front of him. “Can you feel me here?” He was a hair’s width from Lex--his breath puffed out against his dick like a caress. He was hard already, pre-come ran steadily from the straining head and he groaned at each barely felt puff.
“Trust me?” Bruce asked.
“Of course,” Lex said, Bruce brushed his dick with his lips. Lex’s head rammed against the back of the couch and his dick slapped his belly and to his overly sensitized skin it was almost as if Bruce had touched him with a hot poker. He shook and groaned, and Bruce straddled him without touching, hovering over him and flooding his skin with heat…Bruce told him how he looked, how hot he was, how hot it was making him.
Lex could hear the moan floating under Bruce’s words; he could just hear that soft slide of skin against skin….
“Fuck—touch me damn it, touch me!”
Bruce whispered, “Not yet.” And watched Lex suffer.
Lex felt every nerve in his body. He felt them intimately, as if they’d suddenly become cables tying his body in knots and his blood whisked through his veins like boiling water…frustration was wringing him out and twisting him tighter and tighter, his legs were wet with sweat and thicker fluid and he shivered and shivered. It hurt—he was so hard and wanted to come so bad it hurt.
“Please damn it! Please!”
Bruce laughed, it was low and thick and shaky—Bruce was on the edge too.
“God, you should see yourself, you’re flushed all over, so beautiful. And wet—god, your dick is—it’s like marble, so smooth and pink and…” Bruce stopped talking and groaned. “Coming.”
“Let me touch myself,” Lex yelled and his body quivered, he flexed hard at the sound of Bruce coming, he wanted to see, he wanted to—
“Come now?” Bruce licked his cheek and Lex yelled, “God, yeah!”
It took only the barest touch of Bruce’s hot velvet tongue against his tortured dick before he came--like his body was trying to turn inside out, like a giant hand was squeezing and milking every inch of him. He arched so that his ass and his head were the only things touching the couch….He felt like he’d blacked out—maybe he did, he didn’t remember the blindfold coming off or his hands being freed.
“Hey—you okay?”
“Of course. I think I broke every bone in my body, but I’m okay.” Lex laughed. “Fuck—much better than okay. I love your desire to learn new things.” He grinned and kissed Bruce on the cheek.
Bruce nodded. “Knowledge *is* power.”
“Oh god, shut up.” Lex muttered.
Bruce smiled down at him.
Fin!
09-26-2005
Happy Birthday!
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9/27/05 02:32 am (UTC)Gots to love the Brex. I love that Bruce would all obsessively research new ways to play, in his obsessive Brucie way. :) And Lex loves it.
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9/27/05 06:36 am (UTC)You naughty thing.
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