Brothers And Heroes, part 24
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roxy*throws up hands* okay! I give--I'm posting this!
Parts Before, because it’s been so long I know you’ve forgotten what the hell this fucking thing is about.
So, in a spirit of love and generally realizing that I’m really bad at putting out the warnings and rating (i swear, i mean to, i just forget not everyone is a freak like me! *grin*)—this is porn. Just porn. Rated 4 kinda porn because no one bleeds. YaY me!
Vic was dancing with Harry, trying to show him some step she’d learned in the club the weekend past, and Harry kept messing up, giggling and falling all over Vic.
“Stop! Pay attention—watch me!” She was laughing and staggering, and Harry was the only thing keeping her off the floor.
Lex shook his head, grinning as he watched them. He scratched along his ribs, sweat rolled down his sides, even wearing nothing but his trousers, it was too hot in the suite. Vic and Harry had peeled out of their clothing after the first bowl had been passed around and with some coaxing managed to get Lex out of everything but his pants. Lex was good at feigning a careless kind of confidence but he was really too uncomfortable with his body to want to display it openly, casually, like the other two.
He was cross-legged on the carpet, surrounded by a pile of Vic’s albums, bobbing his head in time to the music as he flipped through them. He set the pipe they’d been sharing in a brass bowl on the floor and dropped his selection on the turntable. He’d just put the arm down on the disc when Vic reached down and grabbed his hand, “Come on, dance with us!” They pulled him up between the two of them and wrapped themselves around him, each of them trying to outdo the other in an effort to excite Lex.
“Brother, brother…” Vic sang along to the song, her voice breathy and warm, tongue wet in his ear, Harry held his waist from behind and licked the back of his head like a Popsicle as he moved and Lex rushed along on the high everything gave him—he felt like he was plugged into the two, mentally and physically. He felt them from the inside out like an endlessly repeating loop, heat building higher and higher, his blood roiling in his veins as Vic sucked at one side of his neck, Harry on the other, his heart pounded harder and harder until he felt like it had to break out of his chest--her hands cupped him, hot little fingers squeezing, her thumb pressing against the steadily weeping head of his dick, Harry pressed into him, grinding his erection against him, even through the material of his pants he felt Harry’s dick hot and hard against his hole and groaned—they teased and tortured him until his overloaded senses blew and he came, held between the two of them, hanging in their embrace….
“Oh fuck—that was so hot,” Harry gasped in awe, and Vic smirked, “Lex, Lex, Lex, no fair…” She walked backwards towards the bedroom. “Now you have to make it up to us.”
She led them into the bathroom connected to the room. They stripped off Lex’s ruined pants and tumbled into the shower together, the two of them helped to clean Lex, and soon, they were out spread together on her parent’s king-size bed.
“Oh for gods sake! Just don’t think about it,” Vic snapped, Harry giggled and Lex turned pictures down on their faces with a grimace, “You’re too sensitive,” she smirked. “You need to learn to ignore unimportant things—it’s so much easier when you do, am I right?” she asked Harry.
He nodded solemnly, an owl-like expression on his face. “Oh yes, it makes everything easier.” He looked a little less bright. “I’m not all that good at it,” he confessed.
Lex felt an odd little stab of guilt, and kissed him, “You’re perfect, don’t ever think otherwise. That’s why I love you.”
Vic leaned back. “Okay, that’s fine, now what about me?”
Harry growled and pounced on her, kissing madly all over her face and neck, making her giggle, and then sigh as he slowed and kissed her breasts, lingering over the stiff points of her nipples, sucking them up and drawing them out between his teeth, running his hands under her back as she arched up towards his mouth.
Lex watched and moved closer, smoothing his fingers over her thighs. “What do you want me to do, Vic. Tell me?”
“Oh god, I have to talk too? Can’t I just lay back and let you --ah!—do the work…”
Harry snickered into the valley of her breasts. He kissed one and then the other, reached out and pushed Lex’s head closer to her spread thighs.
“You know what Vic likes—just do like you used to.”
Lex combed his fingers through the loose curls over her pussy, lower and lower until he ran light touches over her lips, slid his fingers into the heat, circled her clit slowly. “Like that?” he asked touches so light and teasing that she cursed him—cursed Harry when he trapped her under his big hands. She couldn’t move and Lex continued to tease her until she was sobbing—
When he spread her lips with his tongue, lapped slowly and thoroughly at her clit, he could feel her groan of relief vibrate through her. “Ye--es, yes, like that, you bastard!”
Harry lay on the other side of her, tracing slow circles from her breast to her stomach, writing Lex’s name over and over until he was face to face with him and then he licked his way over his mouth, over Lex’s lips, his tongue working his way in, tongues working together over her clit and she bucked again and again, her head whipped from side to side, she was cursing and pleading and begging….
“Coming—coming!” She gasped and threw her head back, hands locked in the sheets and her back arched until she hardly touched the bed, whimpered and moaned, finally collapsing in a wet, groaning heap.
Lex rolled free of Vic’s legs, over Harry and dropped down to lay next to him. Lex licked the taste of Vic from Harry’s mouth, he sucked at his tongue and licked all over his mouth until the only taste left was Harry, salt and sweet. He held him, forehead to forehead, dick to dick, knees to knees. Lex could feel the throb of Harry’s erection against his slick skin, sweat and precome making the glide easy as Harry pushed, ridge dragged over ridge, head slipped against head and a thrill shot through him, a thrill that grew with each thrust and rub, each catch of their dicks, grew until he felt the lightning shock of orgasm begin to race through him—heat spread between them as Harry shook in his arms, breath stuttering against his neck. He came himself with a gasp and a low soft sigh.
“Pretty.”
He opened his eyes and found himself staring into Vic’s flushed face inches above his, and felt a wave of vertigo sweep over him. He felt a sudden overpowering need to be alone.
******
Lex left Harry laying with his head in Vic’s lap, she was stroking her fingers through his wheat gold curls over and over, he was humming quietly, eyes closed, petting her thighs absently.
He made his way to the bathroom, his head and stomach swooping with every step. He leaned his head against the cool marble wall and groaned gratefully as the tiles sucked the heat from him. He rolled, rested his shoulders against the marble. He could hear Harry and Vic talking—he closed his eyes and waited out the vertigo and listened to them
“So, he’s getting you a car, hmm? What did you let him do to you?”
“I don’t let him *do* anything to me—he needs me sometime, that’s all. He loves me…I make him happy.”
“Yeah—you make him happy and Daddy Dearest gives you a car. Here—toke.”
“Ouch, watch the ash…I didn’t ask for it, not really. If he wants to do things for me, I’m not going to tell him not to, right?”
“What about your mother? I mean, say what you want about Pat, she would never put up with that shit. She’s bounced ex’s before for trying—not that I needed her help.” She puffed a delicate cloud of smoke upwards and pinched the tip of the joint. “It was probably just jealousy on her part, anyway,” she muttered.
Harry laughed. “My mother? I hate that fucking bitch. She hates us both, always has….”
Lex was plastered against the wall, fighting to stay upright He felt frozen with horror, his mouth dry and sour. They were so casually discussing…nightmares.
He swallowed hard, peeled himself off the tiles and looked about before settling his gaze on the medicine cabinet. He pawed through it, thank you Pat. and grabbed a couple of Darvons, swallowed them, slurped down a few palmfulls of water. He scrubbed cold water over his face, his scalp, leaned against the sink and waited for the shakes to stop. Slowly, slowly, his tense shoulders and stomach muscles relaxed. He was ready.
When he came out, Harry was inside of Vic, thrusting slowly, his face thoughtful—a million miles away. He looked back when Lex climbed onto the bed--“please Lex--please.”
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicked his dick and jerked, squeezed, closed his eyes and thought of...Bruce… nearly sighed with relief when his dick began to stiffen. He watched Harry’s ass tighten and relax as he trust in and out of Vic, leaned over and held him between his hands, forcing him to still, more pressure spread him slightly, revealing the pink knot at the center.
Vic looked over her shoulder, panted, “Do it,” she said. “Do it.”
Lex kissed Harry at the top of his cleft, sucking tiny blushes over the sensitive skin there, lower and lower until he was jabbing his tongue into the clenching muscle, his face flamed when Harry moaned long and low, “Lex god—I love that but fuck me please…”
Lex rose and pushed in slowly, watching the pucker give, lube lending a gloss to the purple head of his dick and the pink ring clutching at him, the action drew a groan out of him and he sank deeper into smooth, slick tightness so hot that he felt like the head of his dick was on fire…he laughed and sank in further, Harry gasped “Ow—slow--no don’t stop, it feels so…oh god.”
His head dropped and he let Lex’s thrusts drive him into Vic—he pushed back on Lex and shuddered and Lex moaned desperately. It was too good; he’d never make it past a few minutes. They fucked each other in tandem, each stroke building on the next, higher and higher.
Harry groaned and muttered something non-stop, little sobs catching in his throat, and breaking up the words—Lex strained to hear it and suddenly Vic lurched back, pushing Harry to his knees and Lex deeper inside him. Sweat wet skin slid and stuck and Lex inhaled sex and heat.
Harry’s head fell back against Lex’s shoulder and he heard the words he’d been groaning over and over, “Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, fuck me…”
Lex stopped dead—too far, too deep, too close to hold back, he was coming but it felt like razors, felt like being punched in the gut. He tipped Harry over and he slammed into Vic and a long hoarse stream of sound poured out of him. Underneath it Lex could hear the mewling sound Vic made when she came.
He pulled out as soon as Harry relaxed somewhat—he was in the bathroom in moments. He caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror, revulsion twisted his features and he heard Harry again, his words burning like acid in his head—he leaned over the toilet and gagged up what little was in his stomach.
How could they? How could he accept so calmly what Lex had been fighting against for years. Harry acted like it was normal---he gagged again.
As soon as he’d been able, he’d fought back—and won. He was pretty sure he’d won. His life might be warped series of games, a maze of twists and turns he negotiated through blind and led by a beast that at any moment might decide it was more fun to eat him than to lead him but he slept at night…most nights.
He loved Harry. At the moment, that was all he was sure of. Harry was real and solid and loved him in return, he was right there…right now.
He rinsed his mouth and came back into the room, acted like nothing happened. He crawled between the two of them and willed himself to fall asleep.
******
Late in the night, a sound woke him: talking, soft and fast. He got up, Vic was gone. He pushed the bedroom door open slowly, quietly and candlelight from the living room drew him.
Vic was hunched over the telephone, a drink spilled next to her, wrapped in her long fur-lined coat.
“Why not? Why not for just one day—Christmas day—no, I *don’t* want to go home with Harry, you know why…” Her breath hitched and she laughed, “No—not Lex, he doesn’t have Christmas, he just has a bunch of—of social obligations.” Lex felt stung, even though it was the truth. “If he can get out of them, he won’t want me ruining his good time…I’m *not* being self pitying—Mother, please. Just one day, please…” Her laugh was more a sob, “Thanks yes, meet you at Arles, thank you—hello?” She replaced the handset carefully “Mom…” and sobbed quietly, her coat sleeve over her mouth.
Lex felt like his heart was shattering. He took a step closer. “Vic…”
“Lex, leave me the fuck alone, all right? Just—give me a minute—and if you ever talk about this to anyone, I’ll cut your balls off, you hear?” she sniffed loudly. “See? Even I can be stupid sometimes. Go to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”
He nodded, even though her back was to him and went back to bed. He was asleep before she returned.
The rest of the weekend passed in a violent blur—things happened that afterwards he was never sure if he’d dreamed some of them or not. Revelation of weakness brought out an incredible inventiveness from Vic, and depth of coldness, hardness that should have frightened him, but that he reveled in. They buried everything in each other that weekend, pictures from those days would come back to haunt him in bits and pieces later—but now, nothing could hurt him, he was young and in love and invincible and if he choose nothing could hurt him….
tbc
Parts Before, because it’s been so long I know you’ve forgotten what the hell this fucking thing is about.
So, in a spirit of love and generally realizing that I’m really bad at putting out the warnings and rating (i swear, i mean to, i just forget not everyone is a freak like me! *grin*)—this is porn. Just porn. Rated 4 kinda porn because no one bleeds. YaY me!
Vic was dancing with Harry, trying to show him some step she’d learned in the club the weekend past, and Harry kept messing up, giggling and falling all over Vic.
“Stop! Pay attention—watch me!” She was laughing and staggering, and Harry was the only thing keeping her off the floor.
Lex shook his head, grinning as he watched them. He scratched along his ribs, sweat rolled down his sides, even wearing nothing but his trousers, it was too hot in the suite. Vic and Harry had peeled out of their clothing after the first bowl had been passed around and with some coaxing managed to get Lex out of everything but his pants. Lex was good at feigning a careless kind of confidence but he was really too uncomfortable with his body to want to display it openly, casually, like the other two.
He was cross-legged on the carpet, surrounded by a pile of Vic’s albums, bobbing his head in time to the music as he flipped through them. He set the pipe they’d been sharing in a brass bowl on the floor and dropped his selection on the turntable. He’d just put the arm down on the disc when Vic reached down and grabbed his hand, “Come on, dance with us!” They pulled him up between the two of them and wrapped themselves around him, each of them trying to outdo the other in an effort to excite Lex.
“Brother, brother…” Vic sang along to the song, her voice breathy and warm, tongue wet in his ear, Harry held his waist from behind and licked the back of his head like a Popsicle as he moved and Lex rushed along on the high everything gave him—he felt like he was plugged into the two, mentally and physically. He felt them from the inside out like an endlessly repeating loop, heat building higher and higher, his blood roiling in his veins as Vic sucked at one side of his neck, Harry on the other, his heart pounded harder and harder until he felt like it had to break out of his chest--her hands cupped him, hot little fingers squeezing, her thumb pressing against the steadily weeping head of his dick, Harry pressed into him, grinding his erection against him, even through the material of his pants he felt Harry’s dick hot and hard against his hole and groaned—they teased and tortured him until his overloaded senses blew and he came, held between the two of them, hanging in their embrace….
“Oh fuck—that was so hot,” Harry gasped in awe, and Vic smirked, “Lex, Lex, Lex, no fair…” She walked backwards towards the bedroom. “Now you have to make it up to us.”
She led them into the bathroom connected to the room. They stripped off Lex’s ruined pants and tumbled into the shower together, the two of them helped to clean Lex, and soon, they were out spread together on her parent’s king-size bed.
“Oh for gods sake! Just don’t think about it,” Vic snapped, Harry giggled and Lex turned pictures down on their faces with a grimace, “You’re too sensitive,” she smirked. “You need to learn to ignore unimportant things—it’s so much easier when you do, am I right?” she asked Harry.
He nodded solemnly, an owl-like expression on his face. “Oh yes, it makes everything easier.” He looked a little less bright. “I’m not all that good at it,” he confessed.
Lex felt an odd little stab of guilt, and kissed him, “You’re perfect, don’t ever think otherwise. That’s why I love you.”
Vic leaned back. “Okay, that’s fine, now what about me?”
Harry growled and pounced on her, kissing madly all over her face and neck, making her giggle, and then sigh as he slowed and kissed her breasts, lingering over the stiff points of her nipples, sucking them up and drawing them out between his teeth, running his hands under her back as she arched up towards his mouth.
Lex watched and moved closer, smoothing his fingers over her thighs. “What do you want me to do, Vic. Tell me?”
“Oh god, I have to talk too? Can’t I just lay back and let you --ah!—do the work…”
Harry snickered into the valley of her breasts. He kissed one and then the other, reached out and pushed Lex’s head closer to her spread thighs.
“You know what Vic likes—just do like you used to.”
Lex combed his fingers through the loose curls over her pussy, lower and lower until he ran light touches over her lips, slid his fingers into the heat, circled her clit slowly. “Like that?” he asked touches so light and teasing that she cursed him—cursed Harry when he trapped her under his big hands. She couldn’t move and Lex continued to tease her until she was sobbing—
When he spread her lips with his tongue, lapped slowly and thoroughly at her clit, he could feel her groan of relief vibrate through her. “Ye--es, yes, like that, you bastard!”
Harry lay on the other side of her, tracing slow circles from her breast to her stomach, writing Lex’s name over and over until he was face to face with him and then he licked his way over his mouth, over Lex’s lips, his tongue working his way in, tongues working together over her clit and she bucked again and again, her head whipped from side to side, she was cursing and pleading and begging….
“Coming—coming!” She gasped and threw her head back, hands locked in the sheets and her back arched until she hardly touched the bed, whimpered and moaned, finally collapsing in a wet, groaning heap.
Lex rolled free of Vic’s legs, over Harry and dropped down to lay next to him. Lex licked the taste of Vic from Harry’s mouth, he sucked at his tongue and licked all over his mouth until the only taste left was Harry, salt and sweet. He held him, forehead to forehead, dick to dick, knees to knees. Lex could feel the throb of Harry’s erection against his slick skin, sweat and precome making the glide easy as Harry pushed, ridge dragged over ridge, head slipped against head and a thrill shot through him, a thrill that grew with each thrust and rub, each catch of their dicks, grew until he felt the lightning shock of orgasm begin to race through him—heat spread between them as Harry shook in his arms, breath stuttering against his neck. He came himself with a gasp and a low soft sigh.
“Pretty.”
He opened his eyes and found himself staring into Vic’s flushed face inches above his, and felt a wave of vertigo sweep over him. He felt a sudden overpowering need to be alone.
******
Lex left Harry laying with his head in Vic’s lap, she was stroking her fingers through his wheat gold curls over and over, he was humming quietly, eyes closed, petting her thighs absently.
He made his way to the bathroom, his head and stomach swooping with every step. He leaned his head against the cool marble wall and groaned gratefully as the tiles sucked the heat from him. He rolled, rested his shoulders against the marble. He could hear Harry and Vic talking—he closed his eyes and waited out the vertigo and listened to them
“So, he’s getting you a car, hmm? What did you let him do to you?”
“I don’t let him *do* anything to me—he needs me sometime, that’s all. He loves me…I make him happy.”
“Yeah—you make him happy and Daddy Dearest gives you a car. Here—toke.”
“Ouch, watch the ash…I didn’t ask for it, not really. If he wants to do things for me, I’m not going to tell him not to, right?”
“What about your mother? I mean, say what you want about Pat, she would never put up with that shit. She’s bounced ex’s before for trying—not that I needed her help.” She puffed a delicate cloud of smoke upwards and pinched the tip of the joint. “It was probably just jealousy on her part, anyway,” she muttered.
Harry laughed. “My mother? I hate that fucking bitch. She hates us both, always has….”
Lex was plastered against the wall, fighting to stay upright He felt frozen with horror, his mouth dry and sour. They were so casually discussing…nightmares.
He swallowed hard, peeled himself off the tiles and looked about before settling his gaze on the medicine cabinet. He pawed through it, thank you Pat. and grabbed a couple of Darvons, swallowed them, slurped down a few palmfulls of water. He scrubbed cold water over his face, his scalp, leaned against the sink and waited for the shakes to stop. Slowly, slowly, his tense shoulders and stomach muscles relaxed. He was ready.
When he came out, Harry was inside of Vic, thrusting slowly, his face thoughtful—a million miles away. He looked back when Lex climbed onto the bed--“please Lex--please.”
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicked his dick and jerked, squeezed, closed his eyes and thought of...Bruce… nearly sighed with relief when his dick began to stiffen. He watched Harry’s ass tighten and relax as he trust in and out of Vic, leaned over and held him between his hands, forcing him to still, more pressure spread him slightly, revealing the pink knot at the center.
Vic looked over her shoulder, panted, “Do it,” she said. “Do it.”
Lex kissed Harry at the top of his cleft, sucking tiny blushes over the sensitive skin there, lower and lower until he was jabbing his tongue into the clenching muscle, his face flamed when Harry moaned long and low, “Lex god—I love that but fuck me please…”
Lex rose and pushed in slowly, watching the pucker give, lube lending a gloss to the purple head of his dick and the pink ring clutching at him, the action drew a groan out of him and he sank deeper into smooth, slick tightness so hot that he felt like the head of his dick was on fire…he laughed and sank in further, Harry gasped “Ow—slow--no don’t stop, it feels so…oh god.”
His head dropped and he let Lex’s thrusts drive him into Vic—he pushed back on Lex and shuddered and Lex moaned desperately. It was too good; he’d never make it past a few minutes. They fucked each other in tandem, each stroke building on the next, higher and higher.
Harry groaned and muttered something non-stop, little sobs catching in his throat, and breaking up the words—Lex strained to hear it and suddenly Vic lurched back, pushing Harry to his knees and Lex deeper inside him. Sweat wet skin slid and stuck and Lex inhaled sex and heat.
Harry’s head fell back against Lex’s shoulder and he heard the words he’d been groaning over and over, “Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, fuck me…”
Lex stopped dead—too far, too deep, too close to hold back, he was coming but it felt like razors, felt like being punched in the gut. He tipped Harry over and he slammed into Vic and a long hoarse stream of sound poured out of him. Underneath it Lex could hear the mewling sound Vic made when she came.
He pulled out as soon as Harry relaxed somewhat—he was in the bathroom in moments. He caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror, revulsion twisted his features and he heard Harry again, his words burning like acid in his head—he leaned over the toilet and gagged up what little was in his stomach.
How could they? How could he accept so calmly what Lex had been fighting against for years. Harry acted like it was normal---he gagged again.
As soon as he’d been able, he’d fought back—and won. He was pretty sure he’d won. His life might be warped series of games, a maze of twists and turns he negotiated through blind and led by a beast that at any moment might decide it was more fun to eat him than to lead him but he slept at night…most nights.
He loved Harry. At the moment, that was all he was sure of. Harry was real and solid and loved him in return, he was right there…right now.
He rinsed his mouth and came back into the room, acted like nothing happened. He crawled between the two of them and willed himself to fall asleep.
******
Late in the night, a sound woke him: talking, soft and fast. He got up, Vic was gone. He pushed the bedroom door open slowly, quietly and candlelight from the living room drew him.
Vic was hunched over the telephone, a drink spilled next to her, wrapped in her long fur-lined coat.
“Why not? Why not for just one day—Christmas day—no, I *don’t* want to go home with Harry, you know why…” Her breath hitched and she laughed, “No—not Lex, he doesn’t have Christmas, he just has a bunch of—of social obligations.” Lex felt stung, even though it was the truth. “If he can get out of them, he won’t want me ruining his good time…I’m *not* being self pitying—Mother, please. Just one day, please…” Her laugh was more a sob, “Thanks yes, meet you at Arles, thank you—hello?” She replaced the handset carefully “Mom…” and sobbed quietly, her coat sleeve over her mouth.
Lex felt like his heart was shattering. He took a step closer. “Vic…”
“Lex, leave me the fuck alone, all right? Just—give me a minute—and if you ever talk about this to anyone, I’ll cut your balls off, you hear?” she sniffed loudly. “See? Even I can be stupid sometimes. Go to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”
He nodded, even though her back was to him and went back to bed. He was asleep before she returned.
The rest of the weekend passed in a violent blur—things happened that afterwards he was never sure if he’d dreamed some of them or not. Revelation of weakness brought out an incredible inventiveness from Vic, and depth of coldness, hardness that should have frightened him, but that he reveled in. They buried everything in each other that weekend, pictures from those days would come back to haunt him in bits and pieces later—but now, nothing could hurt him, he was young and in love and invincible and if he choose nothing could hurt him….
tbc
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