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So! What A lovely day today! Thanks to the lovely Mr, Roxy, whata dollbaby!So sweet, so generous, so....
Anyway, I'm thinking, will I ever be able to work on Clark and Lex's Excellent Adventure? Strangely, a lot of what I wanted to say there is coming out in 'Un-named Brex'. Hunh!
Also, I have lurking in the dark and scary (but fun!) corners of my mind a little shiny spander...I miss those boys in my head!The're almost as much fun as Bruce and Lex, only without the nipple clamps and scarfs....Isn't it lovely to be where you can say that and not have to explain your hobbies--I mean kinks--I mean ..stuff I just heard of along the way?
Playin'!(my kids read this journal...)
So, in this part,in order to hide out from some gangsters, the boys disguise themselves as girls,and join an all girl band,and give blowjobs on the train for drinks...naw! I'm kidding!
Like ta see it? Here it is!
Part Three-
(edited for readability)
Parent’s Day passed the way it always did for him. Alfred and he had been to lunch, (even though they were in contact nearly daily,) and he was walking Bruce back to his room. He sighed to himself as they crunched through the white gravel of the walkway. He figured these lunches were something the man did to cushion Bruce from the sight of joyful family members all over each other.
Right.
Most kid’s parents didn’t even show, there were a few he could swear were maids and then there were the kids whose parents came and –shouldn’t have, probably. And of course he had nothing but contempt for the little families that seemed to be oh so happy to see each other.
Whenever he made a face or a comment, Alfred patted him…he hated that. He really didn’t need to have someone coddle him. He was almost grown; he didn’t need that soppy crap. And speaking of soppy crap. Here came his roommate, and Daddy Luthor. They paused under the partial gloom of the towering pretentious stone archway that let out on the yard. He couldn’t hear words, or see their lips distinctly but from their body language, he could tell it was an intense conversation. Alex seemed on the point of flinching nearly all the time. When his father stroked his bare head the kid almost broke his neck jerking back. He stood still though, when the old man ran his fingers down his cheek and tilted his head for a kiss on that cheek. Young Luthor got patted again, his dad’s arm went around his shoulder, and he seemed to suddenly deflate, Bruce could swear that his knees actually gave a little. He frowned deeply and then realized that Lionel Luthor was staring straight at him, right into his eyes. He looked down at his son, back up at Bruce…and smiled. He patted his son so hard on the back, the kid staggered. Without a further word or look, he turned from his father and walked back toward the dorms. He passed Bruce without looking, his face carefully blank, but his step was steadier than it had been yesterday. Alfred glanced at Bruce with a raised eyebrow.
“ Don’t know, don’t care,” Bruce replied. Alfred sighed to himself, but they only spoke of the next time they’d get together and said their good -byes.
Bruce strolled into the room, trying to look casual and uninterested in whatever happened during the days visit, but it was as if Alex had anticipated his disinterest and was determined to be more so. He didn’t look, didn’t speak, just lay on his bed and read one of his books. Bruce was furious. No, not – he didn’t care, and it didn’t bother him. He didn’t want to speak to the kid anyway, the little psycho. He glanced over and caught gray eyes peering over the top of the book; quick as thought, they were gone. He stared a little longer, half hoping to catch him looking again, but that was it. The kid read until lights out and just rolled over and slept, not even bothering to change into pajamas, or getting under the covers.
And why the *fuck* should he give a damn. Bruce punched his pillow so hard a few pinfeathers puffed out, and he wasn’t sure but he thought he heard a muffled little chuckle.
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“ Lex.”
Bruce was startled enough to lose his place in the textbook he was reading. “What? Are you talking to me?”
The look on the kid’s face said exactly what he thought of empty questions. He rolled his eyes and said again, “Lex.That’s my name. I only use Alexander at school. At home I’m Lex.”
His expression was perfectly relaxed, but Bruce sensed tension and could see one hand balled in a fist at his side, knuckles white with the force in which he held it closed. “ My--” his voice sounded dry and thin and he stumbled on the word—“friends-- call me Lex.” He looked at Bruce in a way that suggested challenge, and his face was turning pink.
Bruce gazed at him steadily. “ Oh.”
Lex did that weird little deflating thing, and blushed a bit pinker, shoved his hand into his pocket and turned.
“Lex.”
He stopped and turned back to Bruce. Crap. He looked so fucking hopeful, too fucking hopeful.
I’m the biggest asshole in the world. “ Cool name. Want to get something to eat?”
Lex’s eyes lit up. “ Yes, thanks, I would.”
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“You know, Alexa—Lex, it’s ok to actually *eat* the food,” Bruce drawled. He’d been watching Lex picking at his sandwich for the last fifteen minutes. The kid had managed to tease out all the lettuce, eaten that and proceeded to shred the lunchmeat without actually eating any of it. Bruce sat the whole length of the booth and sipped at a coffee. In the time it took for Lex to figure out how to pick his sandwich apart, he’d had a cheeseburger and a piece of pie. Lex looked almost comically uncomfortable, perched on his side of the booth like a bird about to take flight.
“Can I ask, have you ever *been* to a diner before?” Bruce asked as seriously as he could.
Lex frowned as he glanced around the little restaurant, the cheesy retro fifties look of the place warring with the equally cheesy day-glo Halloween ornaments. “ Is that what you call this place? I’m not really used to …eating out?”
Bruce snorted. “ You mean you’re not used to someplace without linen on the table and fifteen waiters ready to serve your every whim.”
“That’s *not* what I meant! And why do *you* act like you’re poor or something? You’re richer than we are!”Lex snapped, and then instantly looked stricken. “ I’m sorry, really- I- I,” he stammered and went pale. His hands clenched on his napkin, tearing the cheap paper.
Bruce laughed out loud, and tapped Lex’s hand.
“ You’re right! It’s an affectation, isn’t it? But I’m serious, Lex, haven’t you ever just hung out, you know, with your friends, got a –a –coke or something…”
Lex stared down at the table like he was trying to memorize the boomerang pattern of the shiny new Formica. He spoke quietly. “I don’t go out. I go to school. I have no real friends. I’ve never had a friend to go places with. My father and *I* do not go out. We eat at home. Always. When he goes out, I eat at home alone. I don’t leave the apartment unless it’s with my father, or one of his bodyguards.”
He stopped speaking abruptly. Bruce watched him school himself for a moment, before he interrupted.
“ So. Is it for security, to protect you?”
Lex looked up at him in confusion. “I—I don’t know. I honestly never thought to ask why. It just—is. Just been that way since Mom…my mother died.” He gazed past Bruce, obviously far in another place and time. “It was very different then. My mom took care of me. We had fun. She was nice…funny.” He refocused on Bruce.
“ Well, what about you? Are you going to share too?” he asked cynically.
Bruce’s feet hit the floor with a thud as he straightened up.
“ You know about me.” He said flatly. “ Everyone knows my story.” His smile was shiny and humorless as a shark’s, the smile that kept people at bay. He leaned a bit forward, and pressed his palms flat to the table “They may ask me once; they don’t ask again.”
He waited for Lex to fade under his stare, but instead the kid leaned against the back of the booth and – grinned. Bruce remembered that grin. It was the one he wore the night before Parent’s Day…the night he was someone else entirely. He looked at Lex and could feel a small trickle of arousal, The way the kid leaned back, he knew his legs had to be spread wide under the table, he let his head drop back against the dark blue vinyl back of the booth and the tip of his tongue slid along his lip. One hand lay still on the tabletop, and the other dropped under it. Bruce inhaled sharply, the breath felt like it caught in his throat and stuck there.
The tickle was rapidly becoming a flood, Lex never took his eyes off Bruce’s and Bruce could see the kid’s arm moving- he’s touching himself, oh man, how could he-- When Lex brought his hand back up and folded his handstogether on the table, Bruce breathed an audible sigh of relief.
Lex smiled“ Are you ready to go?” was all he said.
Bruce snuck a quick glance at himself, figured he was ok with his coat shut and nodded yes. Lex rose and smirked when he caught Bruce glancing at his crotch. Bruce refused to blush- he was furious with Lex, deeply angry at being so thoroughly manipulated by the kid.
Bruce led the way, making Lex practically run to keep up with him. The wind snapped at his cheeks and made his eyes tear,stupid wind, that’s why they were watering. He violently ground the heels of his hands into his eyes, till they hurt.
He was almost grateful when some idiot jumped out at them wearing a mask and gibbering; Bruce grabbed the idiot’s throat in one hand and pulled him close, snarled “ I’ll kill you.” The jerk in the mask backpedaled so hard when Bruce let go that gravel sprayed.
“ You’re a fucking asshole, Wayne!” the boy yelled. Bruce stood there, watching the other boy run off, his chest heaving with anger and –something. When Lex tried to speak, Bruce whirled on him. “ Just shut the fuck up.”
Lex went blank, nodded and waited till Bruce started walking again before moving. Silent, both of them, up the stairs, to their room, behind the door. Bruce stopped at his bedside, head down as he thought about what had happened, all of it. Lex stood at his desk, hands hanging loose at his sides and tried to speak. Finally he said. “I’ll ask to be moved, if you want…”
“ Don’t be a *total* asshole!” Bruce snapped, “ First of all they’ll never move you, because this is just what your Dad wants. For you to room with someone who’s a dick, who’s gonna give you a hard time. Bastard.Second, I told you to shut the fuck up.”
Bruce threw himself down on the bed. He was beyond angry with himself. Pissed at being turned on by the little psycho. Pissed at being toyed with by him. --What was the deal with that…that act anyway? And now, the fucking kid looked like a dishrag again…
Bruce stopped and looked at him. Really looked at him. Strangely, he didn’t actually look like the Lex in his head. He wasn’t quite as pale as he thought, or as thin, or as wimpy. He was quiet, reserved, he was a little frightened but… he *was* trying to get some control over his life. Maybe not going about it in any kind of *sane* or safe way, but he was trying. What that boy needed was someone to take him in hand, someone who gave a shit—whatever….
Lex had gotten undressed and in bed while Bruce was thinking. He heard the kid sigh. “Good night Bruce” he murmured.
“ Um.You too,” Bruce said, and turned to the wall, like always. He tried to force sleep; he didn’t want to be in the dark with his thoughts, but he couldn’t help going back to the diner in his mind, seeing the kid in the booth, again. But in his mind, when the kid’s hand went under the table, he heard the faint scrape of a zipper and a quiet whisper of sound, the ghost of a moan. The kid’s eyes locked on his as his breathing deepened, roughened a bit and Bruce could clearly see his arm moving in a familiar rhythm. His eyes, his eyes were drilling into him, spreading fire through his veins. Bruce felt himself, so hard, his mouth dried as he nearly panted from arousal, from fear that someone would notice what was going on. Lex’s head pressed against the back of the booth, arching his neck and Bruce moaned a little. God, he was so sexy, why didn’t he notice that before… oh God, he couldn’t stop his hand from going to his dick as he watched the kid, sitting there with his head rolled to the side, his eyelids lowered a bit, he looked like sex-- he looked at Bruce.
He was gasping now, Bruce thought he could hear the slap of his fist hitting the base of his dick, hard and fast. Bruce grabbed himself through his jeans; his dick jumped as he squeezed down and stared at Lex. Suddenly the kid gasped loudly, once, twice as his shoulders cleared the bench and his head snapped forward. He grunted, and bit his lip, came as he was staring into Bruce’s eyes. Bruce took in the kid’s flushed face, his rough breathing, the white line his teeth left on his pink lower lip. He shuddered from head to toe, and then Lex brought his hand up from under the table, holding Bruce’s eyes he slowly and deliberately sucked at his gleaming fingers. Bruce grabbed the edge of the table and came—
Oh! Was his first thought as he woke up with his boxers wet and a little groan vibrating in his ears. What the fuck was that! His face was burning and he struggled to get his breath under control. God, he hoped he wasn’t making that noise all along, but couldn’t stop a small sound from escaping when he thought back on the vivid dream. He shoved his boxers down, wiped himself, and kicked them to the foot of the bed, rolled on his side to sleep. He’d almost drifted off when a little thought stabbed him. Not me, I wasn’t making noise when I woke up, he thought as sleep pulled him under….
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Anyway, I'm thinking, will I ever be able to work on Clark and Lex's Excellent Adventure? Strangely, a lot of what I wanted to say there is coming out in 'Un-named Brex'. Hunh!
Also, I have lurking in the dark and scary (but fun!) corners of my mind a little shiny spander...I miss those boys in my head!The're almost as much fun as Bruce and Lex, only without the nipple clamps and scarfs....Isn't it lovely to be where you can say that and not have to explain your hobbies--I mean kinks--I mean ..stuff I just heard of along the way?
Playin'!(my kids read this journal...)
So, in this part,in order to hide out from some gangsters, the boys disguise themselves as girls,and join an all girl band,and give blowjobs on the train for drinks...naw! I'm kidding!
Like ta see it? Here it is!
Part Three-
(edited for readability)
Parent’s Day passed the way it always did for him. Alfred and he had been to lunch, (even though they were in contact nearly daily,) and he was walking Bruce back to his room. He sighed to himself as they crunched through the white gravel of the walkway. He figured these lunches were something the man did to cushion Bruce from the sight of joyful family members all over each other.
Right.
Most kid’s parents didn’t even show, there were a few he could swear were maids and then there were the kids whose parents came and –shouldn’t have, probably. And of course he had nothing but contempt for the little families that seemed to be oh so happy to see each other.
Whenever he made a face or a comment, Alfred patted him…he hated that. He really didn’t need to have someone coddle him. He was almost grown; he didn’t need that soppy crap. And speaking of soppy crap. Here came his roommate, and Daddy Luthor. They paused under the partial gloom of the towering pretentious stone archway that let out on the yard. He couldn’t hear words, or see their lips distinctly but from their body language, he could tell it was an intense conversation. Alex seemed on the point of flinching nearly all the time. When his father stroked his bare head the kid almost broke his neck jerking back. He stood still though, when the old man ran his fingers down his cheek and tilted his head for a kiss on that cheek. Young Luthor got patted again, his dad’s arm went around his shoulder, and he seemed to suddenly deflate, Bruce could swear that his knees actually gave a little. He frowned deeply and then realized that Lionel Luthor was staring straight at him, right into his eyes. He looked down at his son, back up at Bruce…and smiled. He patted his son so hard on the back, the kid staggered. Without a further word or look, he turned from his father and walked back toward the dorms. He passed Bruce without looking, his face carefully blank, but his step was steadier than it had been yesterday. Alfred glanced at Bruce with a raised eyebrow.
“ Don’t know, don’t care,” Bruce replied. Alfred sighed to himself, but they only spoke of the next time they’d get together and said their good -byes.
Bruce strolled into the room, trying to look casual and uninterested in whatever happened during the days visit, but it was as if Alex had anticipated his disinterest and was determined to be more so. He didn’t look, didn’t speak, just lay on his bed and read one of his books. Bruce was furious. No, not – he didn’t care, and it didn’t bother him. He didn’t want to speak to the kid anyway, the little psycho. He glanced over and caught gray eyes peering over the top of the book; quick as thought, they were gone. He stared a little longer, half hoping to catch him looking again, but that was it. The kid read until lights out and just rolled over and slept, not even bothering to change into pajamas, or getting under the covers.
And why the *fuck* should he give a damn. Bruce punched his pillow so hard a few pinfeathers puffed out, and he wasn’t sure but he thought he heard a muffled little chuckle.
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“ Lex.”
Bruce was startled enough to lose his place in the textbook he was reading. “What? Are you talking to me?”
The look on the kid’s face said exactly what he thought of empty questions. He rolled his eyes and said again, “Lex.That’s my name. I only use Alexander at school. At home I’m Lex.”
His expression was perfectly relaxed, but Bruce sensed tension and could see one hand balled in a fist at his side, knuckles white with the force in which he held it closed. “ My--” his voice sounded dry and thin and he stumbled on the word—“friends-- call me Lex.” He looked at Bruce in a way that suggested challenge, and his face was turning pink.
Bruce gazed at him steadily. “ Oh.”
Lex did that weird little deflating thing, and blushed a bit pinker, shoved his hand into his pocket and turned.
“Lex.”
He stopped and turned back to Bruce. Crap. He looked so fucking hopeful, too fucking hopeful.
I’m the biggest asshole in the world. “ Cool name. Want to get something to eat?”
Lex’s eyes lit up. “ Yes, thanks, I would.”
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“You know, Alexa—Lex, it’s ok to actually *eat* the food,” Bruce drawled. He’d been watching Lex picking at his sandwich for the last fifteen minutes. The kid had managed to tease out all the lettuce, eaten that and proceeded to shred the lunchmeat without actually eating any of it. Bruce sat the whole length of the booth and sipped at a coffee. In the time it took for Lex to figure out how to pick his sandwich apart, he’d had a cheeseburger and a piece of pie. Lex looked almost comically uncomfortable, perched on his side of the booth like a bird about to take flight.
“Can I ask, have you ever *been* to a diner before?” Bruce asked as seriously as he could.
Lex frowned as he glanced around the little restaurant, the cheesy retro fifties look of the place warring with the equally cheesy day-glo Halloween ornaments. “ Is that what you call this place? I’m not really used to …eating out?”
Bruce snorted. “ You mean you’re not used to someplace without linen on the table and fifteen waiters ready to serve your every whim.”
“That’s *not* what I meant! And why do *you* act like you’re poor or something? You’re richer than we are!”Lex snapped, and then instantly looked stricken. “ I’m sorry, really- I- I,” he stammered and went pale. His hands clenched on his napkin, tearing the cheap paper.
Bruce laughed out loud, and tapped Lex’s hand.
“ You’re right! It’s an affectation, isn’t it? But I’m serious, Lex, haven’t you ever just hung out, you know, with your friends, got a –a –coke or something…”
Lex stared down at the table like he was trying to memorize the boomerang pattern of the shiny new Formica. He spoke quietly. “I don’t go out. I go to school. I have no real friends. I’ve never had a friend to go places with. My father and *I* do not go out. We eat at home. Always. When he goes out, I eat at home alone. I don’t leave the apartment unless it’s with my father, or one of his bodyguards.”
He stopped speaking abruptly. Bruce watched him school himself for a moment, before he interrupted.
“ So. Is it for security, to protect you?”
Lex looked up at him in confusion. “I—I don’t know. I honestly never thought to ask why. It just—is. Just been that way since Mom…my mother died.” He gazed past Bruce, obviously far in another place and time. “It was very different then. My mom took care of me. We had fun. She was nice…funny.” He refocused on Bruce.
“ Well, what about you? Are you going to share too?” he asked cynically.
Bruce’s feet hit the floor with a thud as he straightened up.
“ You know about me.” He said flatly. “ Everyone knows my story.” His smile was shiny and humorless as a shark’s, the smile that kept people at bay. He leaned a bit forward, and pressed his palms flat to the table “They may ask me once; they don’t ask again.”
He waited for Lex to fade under his stare, but instead the kid leaned against the back of the booth and – grinned. Bruce remembered that grin. It was the one he wore the night before Parent’s Day…the night he was someone else entirely. He looked at Lex and could feel a small trickle of arousal, The way the kid leaned back, he knew his legs had to be spread wide under the table, he let his head drop back against the dark blue vinyl back of the booth and the tip of his tongue slid along his lip. One hand lay still on the tabletop, and the other dropped under it. Bruce inhaled sharply, the breath felt like it caught in his throat and stuck there.
The tickle was rapidly becoming a flood, Lex never took his eyes off Bruce’s and Bruce could see the kid’s arm moving- he’s touching himself, oh man, how could he-- When Lex brought his hand back up and folded his handstogether on the table, Bruce breathed an audible sigh of relief.
Lex smiled“ Are you ready to go?” was all he said.
Bruce snuck a quick glance at himself, figured he was ok with his coat shut and nodded yes. Lex rose and smirked when he caught Bruce glancing at his crotch. Bruce refused to blush- he was furious with Lex, deeply angry at being so thoroughly manipulated by the kid.
Bruce led the way, making Lex practically run to keep up with him. The wind snapped at his cheeks and made his eyes tear,stupid wind, that’s why they were watering. He violently ground the heels of his hands into his eyes, till they hurt.
He was almost grateful when some idiot jumped out at them wearing a mask and gibbering; Bruce grabbed the idiot’s throat in one hand and pulled him close, snarled “ I’ll kill you.” The jerk in the mask backpedaled so hard when Bruce let go that gravel sprayed.
“ You’re a fucking asshole, Wayne!” the boy yelled. Bruce stood there, watching the other boy run off, his chest heaving with anger and –something. When Lex tried to speak, Bruce whirled on him. “ Just shut the fuck up.”
Lex went blank, nodded and waited till Bruce started walking again before moving. Silent, both of them, up the stairs, to their room, behind the door. Bruce stopped at his bedside, head down as he thought about what had happened, all of it. Lex stood at his desk, hands hanging loose at his sides and tried to speak. Finally he said. “I’ll ask to be moved, if you want…”
“ Don’t be a *total* asshole!” Bruce snapped, “ First of all they’ll never move you, because this is just what your Dad wants. For you to room with someone who’s a dick, who’s gonna give you a hard time. Bastard.Second, I told you to shut the fuck up.”
Bruce threw himself down on the bed. He was beyond angry with himself. Pissed at being turned on by the little psycho. Pissed at being toyed with by him. --What was the deal with that…that act anyway? And now, the fucking kid looked like a dishrag again…
Bruce stopped and looked at him. Really looked at him. Strangely, he didn’t actually look like the Lex in his head. He wasn’t quite as pale as he thought, or as thin, or as wimpy. He was quiet, reserved, he was a little frightened but… he *was* trying to get some control over his life. Maybe not going about it in any kind of *sane* or safe way, but he was trying. What that boy needed was someone to take him in hand, someone who gave a shit—whatever….
Lex had gotten undressed and in bed while Bruce was thinking. He heard the kid sigh. “Good night Bruce” he murmured.
“ Um.You too,” Bruce said, and turned to the wall, like always. He tried to force sleep; he didn’t want to be in the dark with his thoughts, but he couldn’t help going back to the diner in his mind, seeing the kid in the booth, again. But in his mind, when the kid’s hand went under the table, he heard the faint scrape of a zipper and a quiet whisper of sound, the ghost of a moan. The kid’s eyes locked on his as his breathing deepened, roughened a bit and Bruce could clearly see his arm moving in a familiar rhythm. His eyes, his eyes were drilling into him, spreading fire through his veins. Bruce felt himself, so hard, his mouth dried as he nearly panted from arousal, from fear that someone would notice what was going on. Lex’s head pressed against the back of the booth, arching his neck and Bruce moaned a little. God, he was so sexy, why didn’t he notice that before… oh God, he couldn’t stop his hand from going to his dick as he watched the kid, sitting there with his head rolled to the side, his eyelids lowered a bit, he looked like sex-- he looked at Bruce.
He was gasping now, Bruce thought he could hear the slap of his fist hitting the base of his dick, hard and fast. Bruce grabbed himself through his jeans; his dick jumped as he squeezed down and stared at Lex. Suddenly the kid gasped loudly, once, twice as his shoulders cleared the bench and his head snapped forward. He grunted, and bit his lip, came as he was staring into Bruce’s eyes. Bruce took in the kid’s flushed face, his rough breathing, the white line his teeth left on his pink lower lip. He shuddered from head to toe, and then Lex brought his hand up from under the table, holding Bruce’s eyes he slowly and deliberately sucked at his gleaming fingers. Bruce grabbed the edge of the table and came—
Oh! Was his first thought as he woke up with his boxers wet and a little groan vibrating in his ears. What the fuck was that! His face was burning and he struggled to get his breath under control. God, he hoped he wasn’t making that noise all along, but couldn’t stop a small sound from escaping when he thought back on the vivid dream. He shoved his boxers down, wiped himself, and kicked them to the foot of the bed, rolled on his side to sleep. He’d almost drifted off when a little thought stabbed him. Not me, I wasn’t making noise when I woke up, he thought as sleep pulled him under….
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