title: Hello- NC-17
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roxySo! finally I got something done in time for a challenge.Ha! I am Roxy ,hear me roar! *waves tiny little T-rex like arms wildly* Yesh, phear me!
Like to read it? Here it is!
Oh, yeah, it's Bruce and Lex again. I just love those boys, the're so darn cute together!
“Hello, kid. Miss me yet?”
“Bruce! Yes, I miss you, where are you now?” Lex swung around in his chair, pushing lazily at the edge of his desk to keep the chair spinning. Summer was keeping the two separated; Lex was bored to tears without Bruce.
“ We’re in New York till the end of the week, I guess.” Bruce’s supposed guardians were standing in for him at the meetings with DahlCo. and things were going pretty much in the direction he’d mapped out, so he had nothing to do and was bored to tears without Lex.
“ So, How is everything…at home?” There was a little pause before Lex answered, and Bruce sat up on the bed, alert for any sign –
“It’s fine, it really is.” His dad had been cordial, almost friendly, as though in some weird twisted way, Lex had finally done something he respected. The day he’d passed him a manila envelope full of photographs (provided by Bruce) of dad and…himself, had been the last time to date that his father had…hurt him. Physically. Bruce had been nearly wild with fury. He’d known, but knowing and having to see was something else entirely. Lex had spent a long while calming him down until he was fairly certain Bruce wasn’t about to hunt his dad down and murder him.
“ You’d tell me if….”
“Of course. Let’s change the subject, ok?” Lex really didn’t want to talk about his dad now that he had Bruce on the phone. “ Did you get a nice room?” * Duh, get stupider* he groaned silently.
“ Um-humm, it’s very nice. You should see it. The carpet’s super thick and the bed is huge. Too big for just one person, really.”
Lex growled a little. “ There’d better be just one person in there.”
“ Mmm. Just me and memories,” Bruce whispered. “ Who else is home with you?”
Lex laughed. “ Who? Who ever is home with me? Dad doesn’t keep a live in staff at the penthouse. It’s just me and him and most of the time he’s away, thank God, making ‘contacts’, bastard. Apparently. ‘ Contact is key’ and, ‘Firstly, seeing and secondly being seen is all important in business and life, do you understand that, Lex?’ ” He sneered. "Understand this old man, firstly eat, and secondly, me!”
Bruce snorted with laughter and Lex grinned to himself. He loved making Bruce laugh.
Bruce spoke again, so quietly that Lex held his breath to hear.
“ I’m all alone, too. I’m alone and thinking about you - how you look when I touch you.”
Lex wanted to laugh it off, but shivered instead. “ Yeah?” he replied a little shakily.
“ Mm-hmm. Stand up.” Bruce ordered, and miles away, alone in his bedroom, Lex obeyed without thought. “ Okay.”
“ Are you facing the bed?” Lex moved into the position Bruce wanted. “Yes.”
“ I’m on the bed .I’m laying on your bed, naked and wanting you.”
Lex breathed in sharply at the image, touched himself as he imagined Bruce must be doing now.
“You’re looking at me, watching me,” Bruce drew in a long shivery breath. “Watching me touch myself, lick my fingers and wet myself….”
Lex rocked forward slightly, knees barely touching the bed and groaned. He was already hard thinking of how beautiful Bruce looked, thinking of his dick-
“Show yourself to me, babe.” Lex nearly dropped the phone in his eagerness to kick off his sweat pants, and pull off his tee. For a second he felt a little …strange, all by himself and naked in his room, but all thought vanished when Bruce groaned through the phone line “Are you ready? Lex, look how hard you make me!” Lex grabbed himself, and listened to Bruce pant.
“ Listen.” For a moment all Lex heard was rustling and then he heard a sound as familiar as his own breath, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sound of Bruce’s lube slick hand sliding over his own flesh, jerking himself off- oh! That went straight to his dick. He flexed and moaned and felt like he was crushing the phone in his fingers as he listened to Bruce pant out his name on each stroke. The line crackled again and Bruce’s voice was in his ear. “ You’re killing me,” he moaned. “ I want you here, want you with me….”
“ Oh, fuck, yeah!” Lex gasped back. He was afraid to touch himself, didn’t want to come, till Bruce did.
“ I’m fucking my mouth with my fingers, imagining it’s you in my mouth,” slick wet sound, a little pop. And in Lex’s mind, he saw Bruce’s mouth, surrounding him, sliding back, pulling off his aching dick. * Shit! Shit! He’s making this really really difficult….*
“I’m touching – putting a finger in.” Bruce gasped loudly and groaned and Lex swayed a bit. Fuck!
“ Ah! Feels so good- Two- feels better, like *you’re* doing it as you’re sucking me…it feels-”
Lex had no idea what Bruce said next as he dropped the phone, and scrambled to pick it up. His dick slapped against his stomach when he stood again, and he begged it, “ Don’t- don’t- don’t” he tucked the phone back against his ear in time to hear Bruce say, “- feels like you’re fucking me, you’re touching that spot and oh! Oh shit-oh shit-”
Lex’s whole body began to tighten, he felt like he was on a hook drawing everything to his dick and vibrating with the need to come…
“ Fuck! Fuck- coming!” Bruce let out a muffled yell, *Pillow* Lex thought and almost laughed at himself and then all rational thought vanished, his brain went nova and his dick ruled the universe. He came so hard he staggered forward, the bed clipped him in the knees and he landed face first on it, shaking and moaning and calling for Bruce.
Shit.
Intense didn’t begin to describe that.
From a distance he heard his name being called and froze, until he realized the phone was under him. He fished it out and groaned into what was now his very favorite toy in the world.
“Lex, are you ok?” Bruce sounded out of breath, chuckled when Lex said simply, “I’m dead.”
“Then I guess that means you’re better than ok?”
“ Mm. you always make me better than ok.” He purred.
“I’ll be home soon,” Bruce replied. He already sounded half asleep. “ Bye. Love you.”
Before Lex could respond, there was a click and Bruce was gone. Lex lay back, stunned. * Oh shit. Love? Did he mean ‘I love you’ love, or ‘I love these socks’ love? Oh shit. *
“ Oh my God. I think Bruce loves me….”
Like to read it? Here it is!
Oh, yeah, it's Bruce and Lex again. I just love those boys, the're so darn cute together!
“Hello, kid. Miss me yet?”
“Bruce! Yes, I miss you, where are you now?” Lex swung around in his chair, pushing lazily at the edge of his desk to keep the chair spinning. Summer was keeping the two separated; Lex was bored to tears without Bruce.
“ We’re in New York till the end of the week, I guess.” Bruce’s supposed guardians were standing in for him at the meetings with DahlCo. and things were going pretty much in the direction he’d mapped out, so he had nothing to do and was bored to tears without Lex.
“ So, How is everything…at home?” There was a little pause before Lex answered, and Bruce sat up on the bed, alert for any sign –
“It’s fine, it really is.” His dad had been cordial, almost friendly, as though in some weird twisted way, Lex had finally done something he respected. The day he’d passed him a manila envelope full of photographs (provided by Bruce) of dad and…himself, had been the last time to date that his father had…hurt him. Physically. Bruce had been nearly wild with fury. He’d known, but knowing and having to see was something else entirely. Lex had spent a long while calming him down until he was fairly certain Bruce wasn’t about to hunt his dad down and murder him.
“ You’d tell me if….”
“Of course. Let’s change the subject, ok?” Lex really didn’t want to talk about his dad now that he had Bruce on the phone. “ Did you get a nice room?” * Duh, get stupider* he groaned silently.
“ Um-humm, it’s very nice. You should see it. The carpet’s super thick and the bed is huge. Too big for just one person, really.”
Lex growled a little. “ There’d better be just one person in there.”
“ Mmm. Just me and memories,” Bruce whispered. “ Who else is home with you?”
Lex laughed. “ Who? Who ever is home with me? Dad doesn’t keep a live in staff at the penthouse. It’s just me and him and most of the time he’s away, thank God, making ‘contacts’, bastard. Apparently. ‘ Contact is key’ and, ‘Firstly, seeing and secondly being seen is all important in business and life, do you understand that, Lex?’ ” He sneered. "Understand this old man, firstly eat, and secondly, me!”
Bruce snorted with laughter and Lex grinned to himself. He loved making Bruce laugh.
Bruce spoke again, so quietly that Lex held his breath to hear.
“ I’m all alone, too. I’m alone and thinking about you - how you look when I touch you.”
Lex wanted to laugh it off, but shivered instead. “ Yeah?” he replied a little shakily.
“ Mm-hmm. Stand up.” Bruce ordered, and miles away, alone in his bedroom, Lex obeyed without thought. “ Okay.”
“ Are you facing the bed?” Lex moved into the position Bruce wanted. “Yes.”
“ I’m on the bed .I’m laying on your bed, naked and wanting you.”
Lex breathed in sharply at the image, touched himself as he imagined Bruce must be doing now.
“You’re looking at me, watching me,” Bruce drew in a long shivery breath. “Watching me touch myself, lick my fingers and wet myself….”
Lex rocked forward slightly, knees barely touching the bed and groaned. He was already hard thinking of how beautiful Bruce looked, thinking of his dick-
“Show yourself to me, babe.” Lex nearly dropped the phone in his eagerness to kick off his sweat pants, and pull off his tee. For a second he felt a little …strange, all by himself and naked in his room, but all thought vanished when Bruce groaned through the phone line “Are you ready? Lex, look how hard you make me!” Lex grabbed himself, and listened to Bruce pant.
“ Listen.” For a moment all Lex heard was rustling and then he heard a sound as familiar as his own breath, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sound of Bruce’s lube slick hand sliding over his own flesh, jerking himself off- oh! That went straight to his dick. He flexed and moaned and felt like he was crushing the phone in his fingers as he listened to Bruce pant out his name on each stroke. The line crackled again and Bruce’s voice was in his ear. “ You’re killing me,” he moaned. “ I want you here, want you with me….”
“ Oh, fuck, yeah!” Lex gasped back. He was afraid to touch himself, didn’t want to come, till Bruce did.
“ I’m fucking my mouth with my fingers, imagining it’s you in my mouth,” slick wet sound, a little pop. And in Lex’s mind, he saw Bruce’s mouth, surrounding him, sliding back, pulling off his aching dick. * Shit! Shit! He’s making this really really difficult….*
“I’m touching – putting a finger in.” Bruce gasped loudly and groaned and Lex swayed a bit. Fuck!
“ Ah! Feels so good- Two- feels better, like *you’re* doing it as you’re sucking me…it feels-”
Lex had no idea what Bruce said next as he dropped the phone, and scrambled to pick it up. His dick slapped against his stomach when he stood again, and he begged it, “ Don’t- don’t- don’t” he tucked the phone back against his ear in time to hear Bruce say, “- feels like you’re fucking me, you’re touching that spot and oh! Oh shit-oh shit-”
Lex’s whole body began to tighten, he felt like he was on a hook drawing everything to his dick and vibrating with the need to come…
“ Fuck! Fuck- coming!” Bruce let out a muffled yell, *Pillow* Lex thought and almost laughed at himself and then all rational thought vanished, his brain went nova and his dick ruled the universe. He came so hard he staggered forward, the bed clipped him in the knees and he landed face first on it, shaking and moaning and calling for Bruce.
Shit.
Intense didn’t begin to describe that.
From a distance he heard his name being called and froze, until he realized the phone was under him. He fished it out and groaned into what was now his very favorite toy in the world.
“Lex, are you ok?” Bruce sounded out of breath, chuckled when Lex said simply, “I’m dead.”
“Then I guess that means you’re better than ok?”
“ Mm. you always make me better than ok.” He purred.
“I’ll be home soon,” Bruce replied. He already sounded half asleep. “ Bye. Love you.”
Before Lex could respond, there was a click and Bruce was gone. Lex lay back, stunned. * Oh shit. Love? Did he mean ‘I love you’ love, or ‘I love these socks’ love? Oh shit. *
“ Oh my God. I think Bruce loves me….”
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6/23/04 06:20 pm (UTC)HAHAHAHAHAHA!
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4/6/06 07:21 am (UTC)It's always a big thrill for me to have someone comment on the older stuff. Thank you so much for reading!
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4/6/06 10:19 pm (UTC)Hello
6/3/06 02:32 am (UTC)I saw betrue's manip "Game" on her LJ the other day which was lovely Excelsior Lex animated one. As she mentioned your story "Homework" in her post, I read it because I like Bruce and Lex at Excelsior kind of stories. I liked the story, then went to read another one "Strange Boys" which was also mentioned there, then...I fell in love with your Brex. :)
My main love is Clex but Brex has been my soft spot, too. I love how your Bruce saw Lex, and your young, wild Lex was spot on to me. Spiked Bruce was hilarious yet so gorgeous. (Go! Lex! *g*)
I was digging out your memories for your other Brex stories and this was the first one to read. I enjoyed this one, too and am going to read others here and at SSA as well.
Now I'd like to know how many Brex stories do you have and if there are any particular order to read. Are your Brex stories in one universe?
Sorry if I sound demanding and please don't bother replying when you don't feel like it. I just wanted to thank you for your stories and let you know how much I enjoyed them (and is going to!:))
Re: Hello
6/3/06 02:51 am (UTC)You'll notice that I don't mind questions and I could talk about those boys all day long!
Thanks a million for your interest! *happygrin*