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roxyI was trying to get this done in time for last weeks challenge at Red Light Me
It's Bruce and Lex, when I get around to it,I'll post it with my other little songs of wrongness that's Bruce/Lex to me!*sigh* How I love my boys!
Like to read it? Here it is!
I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he gasped.
“It’s ok, shh. It’s ok.” He pressed every inch of himself against the shaking boy. “It’s all right. You didn’t do anything wrong, except-I told you to call me. Call me first every time--”
“I know. I don’t know why- how I let him do this to me.”
Lex lay under Bruce, his eyes tightly closed. Tears left salt trails on his face. Blood was drying on his chest. He could feel it sticking to Bruce’s shirt. Bruce relaxed and let his full weight press Lex flat against the rug beneath him. Lex’s breath started to hitch as the weight of the bigger boy made it difficult for him to draw in a full breath. Bruce waited a beat or two, and lifted only enough for Lex to inhale. His wool trousers scraped against Lex’s bare legs. Lex gasped quietly and pressed back up against Bruce’s warmth. “Bruce- Bruce, oh! I need-- I--”
Bruce pressed his mouth on Lex’s neck and felt the pulse jitter under his lips. He pressed harder, licking fiercely against the warm pulse, raised himself away again when it began to hammer. Lex hissed when the shirt pulled away from where it’d pasted itself to the cuts across his chest. Bruce’s lips tightened as he gently stroked the shallow cuts, watched Lex’s face. His eyes closed and his lips parted a bit-- showed teeth when Bruce increased the pressure and re--opened one of the cuts. “Do you need me?” Bruce asked and Lex pushed up against him.
“Yes,” he hissed out.
Bruce lay back on him, licked long wet stripes along Lex’s shoulder. His hands were caught between them and he pressed his palms against the slashes, kneading like a cat. Lex moaned in rhythm to the pressure and Bruce licked the length of his collarbone, gently biting and lightly scraping with his teeth until he was at Lex’s throat. He bit down and Lex struggled to buck up against him. He groaned and grabbed handfuls of Bruce’s hair and pulled down, begging Bruce to increase the pressure. Bruce pushed into him harder, fiercer, growling as he ground his teeth into Lex’s neck. Lex’s dick slipped around in the pool of precome in the groove of his hip, pushed by Bruce thrusting hard against him. Bruce moved his hands to either side of Lex’s head, and ground his hip- his erection- into Lex till the boy whined in pain.
“Don’t hurt yourself again.” Bruce hissed.
“No, no, I won’t--”
“Who hurts you? Who’s the only one allowed to?”
“You are- fuck- just you” Lex’s intake of breath was one step away from being a scream…. Bruce’s dick was like iron against him.
Bruce held him perfectly still with teeth clamped over his windpipe, thighs holding him still and hard hands grinding the thin bones of his wrists against the floor. He was spread out and pinned down and he felt completely safe again. The feel of his father’s hands around his throat faded under the sensation of Bruce’s tongue licking at the blood pooled in the hollow of his neck. The feel of Bruce’s nails scraping down his chest over rode the memory of his father’s hands slithering over his ribcage…and now there was nothing in his mouth but the taste of Bruce and his own blood.
When Bruce got up, Lex nearly cried out at the feeling of loss that the release of his body brought. He watched Bruce, when he began to take his shirt off, Lex croaked out, “No!”
Bruce hesitated, looked at him in question, then slowly smiled. He came back to Lex, holding a small bottle in his hand. He tipped it up and drizzled fluid onto Lex. He gasped at the cool fluid splashing across his shaft, and closed his eyes. Waited.
“Un-uh. Open your eyes.” Bruce took Lex’s hand, laid it on his dick. “Do it for me. I’ll watch.”
Six words that shot through him like electricity, made his eyes roll back and he groaned loud and long. Lex tightened his hand, jerked and moaned at the look on Bruce’s face. He watched Lex jerk himself off like there was nothing else in the world. He leaned over Lex. “Good…good boy,” he breathed and licked Lex’s hand, as it moved more and more frantically. He was gasping louder, and every time Bruce licked his hand, he stuttered and lost the rhythm. He couldn’t stop groaning now and his hips slapped against the rug. He screamed when Bruce licked the wet head of his dick and growled,” Come,” convulsed and shot against his mouth.
In a place removed from the cold world, he heard moaning, and smiled inside, shuddered and jerked through the aftershocks as Bruce licked him clean and let the smile come to the surface. He was wrapped up, floating in a daze, warmed and cherished and content again, surrounded by Bruce…safe again.
And away we go!
It's Bruce and Lex, when I get around to it,I'll post it with my other little songs of wrongness that's Bruce/Lex to me!*sigh* How I love my boys!
Like to read it? Here it is!
I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he gasped.
“It’s ok, shh. It’s ok.” He pressed every inch of himself against the shaking boy. “It’s all right. You didn’t do anything wrong, except-I told you to call me. Call me first every time--”
“I know. I don’t know why- how I let him do this to me.”
Lex lay under Bruce, his eyes tightly closed. Tears left salt trails on his face. Blood was drying on his chest. He could feel it sticking to Bruce’s shirt. Bruce relaxed and let his full weight press Lex flat against the rug beneath him. Lex’s breath started to hitch as the weight of the bigger boy made it difficult for him to draw in a full breath. Bruce waited a beat or two, and lifted only enough for Lex to inhale. His wool trousers scraped against Lex’s bare legs. Lex gasped quietly and pressed back up against Bruce’s warmth. “Bruce- Bruce, oh! I need-- I--”
Bruce pressed his mouth on Lex’s neck and felt the pulse jitter under his lips. He pressed harder, licking fiercely against the warm pulse, raised himself away again when it began to hammer. Lex hissed when the shirt pulled away from where it’d pasted itself to the cuts across his chest. Bruce’s lips tightened as he gently stroked the shallow cuts, watched Lex’s face. His eyes closed and his lips parted a bit-- showed teeth when Bruce increased the pressure and re--opened one of the cuts. “Do you need me?” Bruce asked and Lex pushed up against him.
“Yes,” he hissed out.
Bruce lay back on him, licked long wet stripes along Lex’s shoulder. His hands were caught between them and he pressed his palms against the slashes, kneading like a cat. Lex moaned in rhythm to the pressure and Bruce licked the length of his collarbone, gently biting and lightly scraping with his teeth until he was at Lex’s throat. He bit down and Lex struggled to buck up against him. He groaned and grabbed handfuls of Bruce’s hair and pulled down, begging Bruce to increase the pressure. Bruce pushed into him harder, fiercer, growling as he ground his teeth into Lex’s neck. Lex’s dick slipped around in the pool of precome in the groove of his hip, pushed by Bruce thrusting hard against him. Bruce moved his hands to either side of Lex’s head, and ground his hip- his erection- into Lex till the boy whined in pain.
“Don’t hurt yourself again.” Bruce hissed.
“No, no, I won’t--”
“Who hurts you? Who’s the only one allowed to?”
“You are- fuck- just you” Lex’s intake of breath was one step away from being a scream…. Bruce’s dick was like iron against him.
Bruce held him perfectly still with teeth clamped over his windpipe, thighs holding him still and hard hands grinding the thin bones of his wrists against the floor. He was spread out and pinned down and he felt completely safe again. The feel of his father’s hands around his throat faded under the sensation of Bruce’s tongue licking at the blood pooled in the hollow of his neck. The feel of Bruce’s nails scraping down his chest over rode the memory of his father’s hands slithering over his ribcage…and now there was nothing in his mouth but the taste of Bruce and his own blood.
When Bruce got up, Lex nearly cried out at the feeling of loss that the release of his body brought. He watched Bruce, when he began to take his shirt off, Lex croaked out, “No!”
Bruce hesitated, looked at him in question, then slowly smiled. He came back to Lex, holding a small bottle in his hand. He tipped it up and drizzled fluid onto Lex. He gasped at the cool fluid splashing across his shaft, and closed his eyes. Waited.
“Un-uh. Open your eyes.” Bruce took Lex’s hand, laid it on his dick. “Do it for me. I’ll watch.”
Six words that shot through him like electricity, made his eyes roll back and he groaned loud and long. Lex tightened his hand, jerked and moaned at the look on Bruce’s face. He watched Lex jerk himself off like there was nothing else in the world. He leaned over Lex. “Good…good boy,” he breathed and licked Lex’s hand, as it moved more and more frantically. He was gasping louder, and every time Bruce licked his hand, he stuttered and lost the rhythm. He couldn’t stop groaning now and his hips slapped against the rug. He screamed when Bruce licked the wet head of his dick and growled,” Come,” convulsed and shot against his mouth.
In a place removed from the cold world, he heard moaning, and smiled inside, shuddered and jerked through the aftershocks as Bruce licked him clean and let the smile come to the surface. He was wrapped up, floating in a daze, warmed and cherished and content again, surrounded by Bruce…safe again.
And away we go!
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6/18/04 01:06 pm (UTC):)
YOu do that really, really well.
Wow, early-morning smut!
I like it.
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6/27/04 02:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
6/27/04 07:52 am (UTC)