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You have *no* idea what an enormous pain in the ass Bruce is being—my little Bruce, always the soul of cooperation, always ready to go along with me, no matter how nutso…and now he’s being Clark to me. *shakes head* my heart is broken. Bruce and I are not speaking at the moment. Go on, read--I’ll be over here with a tissue and the shiny, tinkly bits of my heart. *sniff*
Brothers And Heroes
They were sitting in the loft and listening to the radio and looking at vacation pictures, probably the lamest thing he could do. All he needed now was to have Ma come up with cookies and milk. At least Clark was asleep and wouldn’t come pounding up the stairs, all eager to show them a bug or something.
He realized Sean was waving a picture at him. He held a picture of Lex. “Who’s this?”
“My cousin—well not really, not cousin, but we’ve known each other since we were little kids.”
“Yeah?” He looked at the picture with a frown. “What happened to his hair? He have cancer or something?”
“No,” Bruce said and took the picture from his hand and laid it on top of another of a curly-haired Lex. He stared at them, and for a moment his heart ached. All these pictures of Lex and in most of them, he looked so sad…why hadn’t he seen how sad he’d been?
Sean flicked busily through the pictures. “You know, not having hair didn’t make him any less good looking.” He looked up at Bruce. “I mean, you know—he’s not ugly.”
“No, he’s not,” Bruce murmured. He was noticing the way Clark was looking at Lex in some of the pictures, Clark and Lex and him in the middle and his heart flipped over hard…stupid. It didn’t mean anything. They were just pictures and Clark just had a huge case of hero-worship.
Sean asked him if he wanted to spar a bit before he had to leave, and Bruce was up for it. They moved the couch back and Bruce rolled out the mats that his pop had bought for him.
They sat and took off their shoes, and Sean worked through a new move with him a few times and then they began working out in earnest. Workouts brought out Bruce’s competitive streak, and he and Sean struggled back and forth across the mat.
Bruce’s world narrowed to the two of them—the sound of their breath huffing in and out, the smell of sweat, the squeak of their feet across the vinyl and Sean’s grunt’s of effort. Sean threw him once, twice, each time laughing in delight as Bruce slammed into the mat, as he sprang up, ready to go again.
They worked on grapple moves; Sean was a good teacher, almost as good as Mr. Mac, if not as patient.
“Bruce you’re not tryin—urk!” Bruce twisted Sean and locked his arm behind him, pulled the other into it’s fullest extension between his legs and across his chest and locked his feet over Sean’s shoulder. Sean jerked and slid on the mat, trying to find a point of release, his arm ended up pressed against Bruce’s dick--he panicked, he was getting stiff. His first instinct was to let go—but he had him, Sean couldn’t break free
Sean laughed breathily, and tapped against the mat, Bruce let him go instantly, jumped to his feet and away from Sean. He was embarrassed, trying to cover the fact that he was hard.
Sean moved almost as fast as Clark and had his hands wrapped around his biceps, keeping him in place. “Come on Bruce, don’t be embarrassed. It happens, man. All that rubbing,” he leaned against Bruce and quick as a cat slid his hands down to press around his hips, pulled Bruce into him. “Feel that?” Bruce gasped, instinct made him buck forward.
Sean took the move as consent, and ground against him, rubbing their erections together. Bruce was shocked first at how good it felt, and then at how much he liked it--he jerked back, hitting a beam behind him, hitting it so hard stars danced in his eyes. Sean dropped his hands from Bruce like he was on fire, his eyes already icing over as he took a step away from Bruce too.
“Sorry. My mistake.” Sean straightened and was about to say something else but Bruce reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him to his mouth. The awkward smash of mouth and nose swiftly changed into a toe curling kiss as Sean took control again, and Bruce relaxed and let him do so. He shivered each time their bodies shifted into the kiss, their arms wrapped tight around each other, dicks slid against each other, and slowly it became less incidental to the kiss and more the whole point, as Bruce tried to get Sean to repeat the motion.
The kiss broke, Sean’s head was tucked into the crook of Bruce’s neck, his forehead slid slick on him, sweat was running between the two of them, mouth working against the tender skin of his throat. Sean was hunching hard against him now, his hands locked tight on his shoulders, breath coming in hot spurts …his head was swimming with the need to feel this, his heart was hammering with fear of it, his eyes darted again and again to the stairs, what if someone came up…he was afraid to open his mouth and let out the noise that was building in his throat, what might come out. Bruce lost his battle and moaned, and his hips took on a life of their own, jerked crazily against Sean…he grit his teeth and swore when Sean groaned “Bruce, let me touch you, let me get my hand in your pants.”
Bruce shoved his pants down to his knees. Sean did the same, and they stood, locked against each other, panting, hearts thundering, Bruce was frozen in place, he was holding a guy, nothing but a layer of cotton between him and being *naked* with a guy, what if he could do this with --his dick swelled and jerked and he felt an answering move and broke—he threw his head back, pressed his hand hard against his mouth to hold in a shout as he came.
Sean gasped, “You—oh!--fuck--” his eyes squeezed tight, he gripped Bruce’s biceps, slid down his leg a little and groaned like he was in pain. Bruce could feel his dick pulsing hot against his leg, and his own twitched painfully as he watched Sean come.
It was amazing. It was hotter than anything he’d ever experienced.
He hoped like hell this didn’t screw things up with Sean.
After a few moments Sean opened his eyes again and grinned. “Wow, that was so hot, you made me come so fast.” He stood, staggered back a bit and grimaced. “Do you have some tissues or something? I don’t want to drive home with my pants full of jizz.”
Bruce winced. He tried to picture Lex saying that and shuddered. “Wait here, I’ll get something.”
He hiked his pants back up, ran down the stair and grabbed a few rags they used to wash up with at the utility sink and dashed back up the stairs.
“Thanks,” Sean grabbed a rag and wiped himself down. Feeling oddly shy now, Bruce sneaked looks at Sean’s still full dick and wondered what it would feel like in his hand. his fingers twitched and he closed them into a fist. “I’m not a faggot,” he said quietly and Sean laughed.
“Okay. You’re not a faggot. You’re just what, really friendly?”
“Shut up,” Bruce said, but without any real heat. He sat on the couch and watched Sean pull his pants back up. “I just thought you should know that,” he said and saying it out loud made him feel like an idiot, he felt heat rise in his face.
Sean looked regretful. “I guess this is your way of telling me there won’t be a repeat performance, hunh?”
Bruce said, “I don’t think so…I’m…no, I don’t think so.”
Sean sighed, and nodded, “Okay.” He came over to the couch and dropped down next to Bruce. “So, do you think we can handle this without a lot of junk? ‘Cause I really do want to be your friend, Bruce. I like you.”
Bruce shrugged and thought of Serena. “We’re still friends, sure. I like hanging out with you.”
Sean’s eyes ate him up and he said, “I’m really jealous of Serena, or who ever it is that has you wrapped up around their little finger.”
Bruce looked back in surprise. "That’s not it, Sean, you know what it’s like with her…and there’s no one else…” his voice trailed off and Sean winked. “Of course not.” And Bruce’s eyes went to the trunk, with the dozens of summer pictures spread across it. “No one else.”
He pulled his shoes back on and leaned over to Bruce and for a moment Bruce thought he was going to kiss him, but he slapped him on the stomach. “Hey, you should get cleaned up, man-- I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
On his way down the stairs he stopped and said, “He really is good looking you know,” and kept going.
Bruce dropped flat against the floor, and stared at the rafters. Fuck. What was wrong with him? What the heck was wrong with him? Sex with—a guy? That was so wrong, so bad… worst then that, he lied to Sean, he really wanted to do it again. No, the worst part was, he was thinking of *Lex*. The horrible part was, he was always thinking of Lex, even with Serena—he shoved the thought violently aside, repressed it ruthlessly. He wasn’t going to think of it again and oh god, what the hell was he going to do about Clark, was there anything he should do? Should he talk to him—what could he say, ask him how *much* he liked Lex? Hey kid, thinking of screwing our coz, are ya? Fuck.
Life was too complicated, Bruce thought. Lex had no idea how lucky he was to be away from all this.
tbc…hand me another tissue, please?
You have *no* idea what an enormous pain in the ass Bruce is being—my little Bruce, always the soul of cooperation, always ready to go along with me, no matter how nutso…and now he’s being Clark to me. *shakes head* my heart is broken. Bruce and I are not speaking at the moment. Go on, read--I’ll be over here with a tissue and the shiny, tinkly bits of my heart. *sniff*
Brothers And Heroes
They were sitting in the loft and listening to the radio and looking at vacation pictures, probably the lamest thing he could do. All he needed now was to have Ma come up with cookies and milk. At least Clark was asleep and wouldn’t come pounding up the stairs, all eager to show them a bug or something.
He realized Sean was waving a picture at him. He held a picture of Lex. “Who’s this?”
“My cousin—well not really, not cousin, but we’ve known each other since we were little kids.”
“Yeah?” He looked at the picture with a frown. “What happened to his hair? He have cancer or something?”
“No,” Bruce said and took the picture from his hand and laid it on top of another of a curly-haired Lex. He stared at them, and for a moment his heart ached. All these pictures of Lex and in most of them, he looked so sad…why hadn’t he seen how sad he’d been?
Sean flicked busily through the pictures. “You know, not having hair didn’t make him any less good looking.” He looked up at Bruce. “I mean, you know—he’s not ugly.”
“No, he’s not,” Bruce murmured. He was noticing the way Clark was looking at Lex in some of the pictures, Clark and Lex and him in the middle and his heart flipped over hard…stupid. It didn’t mean anything. They were just pictures and Clark just had a huge case of hero-worship.
Sean asked him if he wanted to spar a bit before he had to leave, and Bruce was up for it. They moved the couch back and Bruce rolled out the mats that his pop had bought for him.
They sat and took off their shoes, and Sean worked through a new move with him a few times and then they began working out in earnest. Workouts brought out Bruce’s competitive streak, and he and Sean struggled back and forth across the mat.
Bruce’s world narrowed to the two of them—the sound of their breath huffing in and out, the smell of sweat, the squeak of their feet across the vinyl and Sean’s grunt’s of effort. Sean threw him once, twice, each time laughing in delight as Bruce slammed into the mat, as he sprang up, ready to go again.
They worked on grapple moves; Sean was a good teacher, almost as good as Mr. Mac, if not as patient.
“Bruce you’re not tryin—urk!” Bruce twisted Sean and locked his arm behind him, pulled the other into it’s fullest extension between his legs and across his chest and locked his feet over Sean’s shoulder. Sean jerked and slid on the mat, trying to find a point of release, his arm ended up pressed against Bruce’s dick--he panicked, he was getting stiff. His first instinct was to let go—but he had him, Sean couldn’t break free
Sean laughed breathily, and tapped against the mat, Bruce let him go instantly, jumped to his feet and away from Sean. He was embarrassed, trying to cover the fact that he was hard.
Sean moved almost as fast as Clark and had his hands wrapped around his biceps, keeping him in place. “Come on Bruce, don’t be embarrassed. It happens, man. All that rubbing,” he leaned against Bruce and quick as a cat slid his hands down to press around his hips, pulled Bruce into him. “Feel that?” Bruce gasped, instinct made him buck forward.
Sean took the move as consent, and ground against him, rubbing their erections together. Bruce was shocked first at how good it felt, and then at how much he liked it--he jerked back, hitting a beam behind him, hitting it so hard stars danced in his eyes. Sean dropped his hands from Bruce like he was on fire, his eyes already icing over as he took a step away from Bruce too.
“Sorry. My mistake.” Sean straightened and was about to say something else but Bruce reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him to his mouth. The awkward smash of mouth and nose swiftly changed into a toe curling kiss as Sean took control again, and Bruce relaxed and let him do so. He shivered each time their bodies shifted into the kiss, their arms wrapped tight around each other, dicks slid against each other, and slowly it became less incidental to the kiss and more the whole point, as Bruce tried to get Sean to repeat the motion.
The kiss broke, Sean’s head was tucked into the crook of Bruce’s neck, his forehead slid slick on him, sweat was running between the two of them, mouth working against the tender skin of his throat. Sean was hunching hard against him now, his hands locked tight on his shoulders, breath coming in hot spurts …his head was swimming with the need to feel this, his heart was hammering with fear of it, his eyes darted again and again to the stairs, what if someone came up…he was afraid to open his mouth and let out the noise that was building in his throat, what might come out. Bruce lost his battle and moaned, and his hips took on a life of their own, jerked crazily against Sean…he grit his teeth and swore when Sean groaned “Bruce, let me touch you, let me get my hand in your pants.”
Bruce shoved his pants down to his knees. Sean did the same, and they stood, locked against each other, panting, hearts thundering, Bruce was frozen in place, he was holding a guy, nothing but a layer of cotton between him and being *naked* with a guy, what if he could do this with --his dick swelled and jerked and he felt an answering move and broke—he threw his head back, pressed his hand hard against his mouth to hold in a shout as he came.
Sean gasped, “You—oh!--fuck--” his eyes squeezed tight, he gripped Bruce’s biceps, slid down his leg a little and groaned like he was in pain. Bruce could feel his dick pulsing hot against his leg, and his own twitched painfully as he watched Sean come.
It was amazing. It was hotter than anything he’d ever experienced.
He hoped like hell this didn’t screw things up with Sean.
After a few moments Sean opened his eyes again and grinned. “Wow, that was so hot, you made me come so fast.” He stood, staggered back a bit and grimaced. “Do you have some tissues or something? I don’t want to drive home with my pants full of jizz.”
Bruce winced. He tried to picture Lex saying that and shuddered. “Wait here, I’ll get something.”
He hiked his pants back up, ran down the stair and grabbed a few rags they used to wash up with at the utility sink and dashed back up the stairs.
“Thanks,” Sean grabbed a rag and wiped himself down. Feeling oddly shy now, Bruce sneaked looks at Sean’s still full dick and wondered what it would feel like in his hand. his fingers twitched and he closed them into a fist. “I’m not a faggot,” he said quietly and Sean laughed.
“Okay. You’re not a faggot. You’re just what, really friendly?”
“Shut up,” Bruce said, but without any real heat. He sat on the couch and watched Sean pull his pants back up. “I just thought you should know that,” he said and saying it out loud made him feel like an idiot, he felt heat rise in his face.
Sean looked regretful. “I guess this is your way of telling me there won’t be a repeat performance, hunh?”
Bruce said, “I don’t think so…I’m…no, I don’t think so.”
Sean sighed, and nodded, “Okay.” He came over to the couch and dropped down next to Bruce. “So, do you think we can handle this without a lot of junk? ‘Cause I really do want to be your friend, Bruce. I like you.”
Bruce shrugged and thought of Serena. “We’re still friends, sure. I like hanging out with you.”
Sean’s eyes ate him up and he said, “I’m really jealous of Serena, or who ever it is that has you wrapped up around their little finger.”
Bruce looked back in surprise. "That’s not it, Sean, you know what it’s like with her…and there’s no one else…” his voice trailed off and Sean winked. “Of course not.” And Bruce’s eyes went to the trunk, with the dozens of summer pictures spread across it. “No one else.”
He pulled his shoes back on and leaned over to Bruce and for a moment Bruce thought he was going to kiss him, but he slapped him on the stomach. “Hey, you should get cleaned up, man-- I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
On his way down the stairs he stopped and said, “He really is good looking you know,” and kept going.
Bruce dropped flat against the floor, and stared at the rafters. Fuck. What was wrong with him? What the heck was wrong with him? Sex with—a guy? That was so wrong, so bad… worst then that, he lied to Sean, he really wanted to do it again. No, the worst part was, he was thinking of *Lex*. The horrible part was, he was always thinking of Lex, even with Serena—he shoved the thought violently aside, repressed it ruthlessly. He wasn’t going to think of it again and oh god, what the hell was he going to do about Clark, was there anything he should do? Should he talk to him—what could he say, ask him how *much* he liked Lex? Hey kid, thinking of screwing our coz, are ya? Fuck.
Life was too complicated, Bruce thought. Lex had no idea how lucky he was to be away from all this.
tbc…hand me another tissue, please?
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12/16/05 02:49 pm (UTC)Bruce is headed for trouble, sad to say.