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roxy...Rake The Moon.
In this part,there's sex. Really. You should not read this, 'cause there's sex.In the story. The story will not cause you to have sex, it's just in there. Sort of. Is it sex when you--anyway....
Like ta see it? Here it is!
Bruce didn’t know how Alfred got Lionel to agree to the visit and he never asked. Whatever he said or did, he must have deemed it worthwhile just to get Bruce out of his shell, show some sign of caring about another person. Bruce knew Alfred worried about him, but there was no convincing him that he was just fine on his own, that he preferred it. People wanted too much, needed too much. You had to …pet them all the time in order to keep them happy.
Lex seemed different. He seemed content to just be there in the room. He didn’t try to engage Bruce. Not at all. Very much the opposite. Bruce guessed whenever he needed –something, he went out with one of those assholes. At least he seemed to be the one calling the shots there, no matter what it looked like when he got home. Bruce gritted his teeth and his fists balled as he thought of some of those times Lex came home. He must have made some noise, because Lex looked up from his book and made an inquiring noise. Bruce just shook his head and returned his attention to breakfast.
It’d been a nice couple of days, very relaxing for the both for them after the madness of exams and getting ready to head out for the holidays. Christmas had been very nice; Lex seemed to enjoy getting his gifts as much as Alfred enjoyed giving them.
Bruce had been seriously annoyed by the fond looks he kept throwing him. Several times during the day he’d promised himself that if he got one more ‘kindly old uncle’ look from the man, he was going to drag that kid out to the garden and bury him under the snow—how’s *that* for sharing and caring. In fact, he’d nearly done just that, when Lex insisted they build snowmen.
*******
“ A snowman? Why would we want to do that?” he’d responded in complete and total astonishment when Lex suggested it.
“ Because it’s fun, Bruce. Haven’t you ever done that? You know, something just for fun—that didn’t involve being threatening and scary, any way. Even I’ve made snowmen.” He laughed at the look on Bruce’s face. “ Come on Bruce,” he grinned.” It’s all about…balls. You make ball, put it on top of another ball, pretty soon you’re--”
“Balling?” Bruce interrupted, and immediately flushed bright red. Lex laughed aloud in surprise.
“ Bruce!” Lex smacked him in the chest. “ You made a joke! So you can be silly when you want. I like that!” He really did look delighted, which kind of surprised Bruce. He’d never seen a silly side to Lex. He only ever saw him serious, or upset, or…that weird unsettling way he got sometimes.
Bruce sighed dramatically, “All right than. Let’s do this thing.”
Lex practically bounced out the doors, ready to do battle with the snow. Bruce watched him go a bit before joining him. He couldn’t get over how different, how alive he seemed. This must have been the boy that he was with his mother. For a moment, he was frozen by a flash of jealousy so intense it made his stomach turn and he wasn’t sure if he was jealous of Lex or his mother…
*He* didn’t have memories of his mom that made him want to run out in the snow, that made him tell jokes or laugh. He didn’t remember stories or hugs, glasses of water after being tucked up in bed at night, or a cool hand on a hot forehead. All he got to keep was the memory of his mother face up in a pool of black blood, her dead eyes locked with his.
************
The late afternoon sun threw blue shadows across the snow and painted the sky pink and gold. Lex looked amazing in that light; he looked like an angel, even with cheeks and nose so red that Bruce was tempted to cover them with his hands. Lex actually chattered as he put the finishing touches to his days work. The garden was now host to not just a snowman, but a whole snow family, including a snow dog. Lex was glowing he looked so happy. Bruce watched him, feeling his chest getting tighter and tighter. He opened his mouth to ask Lex if he’d had enough, if he was ready to go in.
What came out was, “ Does your father hit you?”
All the joy drained out of Lex’s face and he looked blankly at Bruce for a second, and his face became as smooth and unreadable as marble.” You know, I always knew you were kind of a jerk, Bruce, but I never thought you were a mean jerk.” He started to walk away but turned back to him. “ My Father loves me--”
“He hits you.”
“When I do something wrong, when I make him mad, sometimes.”
“He does …other things to you.”
“Fuck you Bruce,” he said in a tired, tired voice, a voice that belonged to a much older person.“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Bruce. And you’re wrong, whatever you’re thinking.”
“How—how can he do that…how can you let it happen.”
“I don’t *let* anything happen, because *nothing* happens. We’re not talking about my father anymore. I’m tired, let’s go inside”. He smiled, a little. “Please, let’s not make Alfred unhappy.”
Bruce burned in a wash of guilt. He was a fucking asshole, a shithead, a jerk. What, he couldn’t stand to see the kid happy? He just had to screw up a happy moment for him…
“Listen, Lex.I’m an asshole.” Bruce looked at the ground, the sky, the snow family, anywhere but at Lex. He couldn’t possibly feel worse. Please, please don’t be mad, don’t be mad.
Lex’s only response was a murmur that in Lex fashion, could mean anything from “Oh?” to “Yes, you are a *fucking* asshole.”
Bruce risked a look at Lex, who just sighed and said, “ Come on, let’s get Alfred to make us hot coco.” Bruce was pleased that Lex didn’t tell him to go to hell.
“ I can make the coco for us…”
“Hell, no! I want to be able to drink it, not wonder if my insides are going to implode!”
“Hardy –fucking-har!” Bruce snapped, and blushed in pleasure-- forgiven! -- as they made their way back in doors.
*********
New Years Eve promised to be a lot of fun that year. Alfred was certainly enjoying himself. He truly enjoyed having the active and enthusiastic boys around, and all the preparations for the evening. The day had passed pleasantly for all of them. Lunch, a little shopping for some things they would need when they returned to school and also for the evening.
The boys had tried to talk the older man into buying champagne, but they had to make do with sparkling cider, much to Bruce’s disgruntlement, especially since Lex let slip that he’d always had a glass of champagne every New Years. Bruce’s yelp of outrage did nothing to soften Alfred’s heart, but it did make Lex laugh, and made Bruce wonder again when that sound had become so important to him.
They were carrying a full bag apiece, Bruce nimbly dancing around piles of slushy gray snow, and snickering whenever his companions were forced to slosh directly through them.
They were arguing over which shop windows were the tackiest in terms of Christmas décor, and Bruce kept sneaking looks at Lex and thinking how nice he looked in his long wool overcoat and how it looked kind of cool when the wind grabbed the hem and made it flap out behind him like long black wings. All up and down the gray wet street people were grinning at each other in leftover Christmas spirit, Bruce figured. He turned to Lex to tell him so, and caught him grinning at some guy in a pea coat. The guy was giving Lex a frankly appraising look, smiling back at him and Lex looked so pleased that Bruce got angry. Well, I guess our company isn’t good enough for him. Look at him, could you be more obvious? He’s going to get beat up if he keeps this up
He frowned and huffed and Alfred turned around and looked at him inquiringly.
Great. Now I get the Eyebrow, Bruce thought. Alfred glanced at him and then at Lex, and followed his line of sight to the stranger in the pea coat. He looked back at Bruce with entirely too much sympathy and Bruce stomped ahead of the both of them. What was that supposed to mean? He’s just my friend-- he shouldn’t be looking at guys when he’s with us, it’s not right. Not—not polite.
Suddenly Lex was at his arm.
“Hey! Do you have to run all the time? Look at poor Alfred back there trying to keep up with us. Poor old guy…” Lex looked at Bruce with a grin that was bigger and brighter than the one he gave that …guy, and Bruce felt light and happy again.
**********
When the ball had dropped and they all shook hands and Dick Clark was packed away in formaldehyde for another year (at least that’s what Lex claimed they did, earning a shocked snort of laughter from Alfred) they made their way to bed. It had been a great evening for them all and Lex thanked Bruce a couple of times for inviting him to his home.
“It’s seriously the best New Years I’ve had.” He enthused. Right before he hopped into bed, he gave Bruce a hug, leaned into him a bit, and said,” Thanks for being a friend. Thanks for being my best friend!”
Bruce listened to the steady sound of Lex’s breathing. He couldn’t sleep and he felt restless, his skin felt too tight and itchy. His body didn’t feel like it was even his…. he got up and wandered around the room in the dark, ending up looking down at the sleeping kid.
Light from the street came through the partially opened curtains at the window, making it easy for Bruce to watch Lex sleeping. He looked otherworldly, mysterious. Bruce leaned closer until he could feel Lex’s breath warm against his cheek. He hung there for a moment, till he became afraid he’d wake Lex up and straightened.
He imagined he could see through the sheet covering him, the quilt meant to go over it was pushed between the wall and his body. As he stared down on him, the kid made a small sound deep in his throat and stirred. Bruce swallowed hard, watched the movement under the sheet as Lex’s dick filled, shifting the sheet, raising it up a bit and Bruce couldn’t take his eyes away, he felt faint, and his mouth was so dry and he couldn’t take his eyes away.
He touched himself, almost surprised that he was hard. He stood at the side of Lex’s bed watching the rise and fall of his chest, listening to his breathing change. He watched his dick flex, and tried to imagine what he could be dreaming about, and the whole time his hand was on his own dick, his fingers were getting wet, and he was almost dizzy from holding his breath, trying not to make a sound. He was disgusted with himself. When a smile flitted over the sleeping face it was too much for him, he nearly ran into the bathroom, closed and locked the door and leaned up against it. A wave of nausea and—lust swept him from head to toe, and he shuddered when he pulled his boxers down to his thighs, groaned when he stroked, lightly at first, then harder, thinking of Lex’s dick, Lex’s lips curled in a sleepy smile, his tongue sliding out and wetting them. Bruce looked down, watched his hand working his dick and thought of Lex, doing it to himself, some guy, that guy on the street, to him—he groaned aloud, the way he looked when he came in sometimes, that grin, that –that fucked look—shit! He came hard on the thought of Lex’s back covered with bites, and bruises on his hips.
**************
In this part,there's sex. Really. You should not read this, 'cause there's sex.In the story. The story will not cause you to have sex, it's just in there. Sort of. Is it sex when you--anyway....
Like ta see it? Here it is!
Bruce didn’t know how Alfred got Lionel to agree to the visit and he never asked. Whatever he said or did, he must have deemed it worthwhile just to get Bruce out of his shell, show some sign of caring about another person. Bruce knew Alfred worried about him, but there was no convincing him that he was just fine on his own, that he preferred it. People wanted too much, needed too much. You had to …pet them all the time in order to keep them happy.
Lex seemed different. He seemed content to just be there in the room. He didn’t try to engage Bruce. Not at all. Very much the opposite. Bruce guessed whenever he needed –something, he went out with one of those assholes. At least he seemed to be the one calling the shots there, no matter what it looked like when he got home. Bruce gritted his teeth and his fists balled as he thought of some of those times Lex came home. He must have made some noise, because Lex looked up from his book and made an inquiring noise. Bruce just shook his head and returned his attention to breakfast.
It’d been a nice couple of days, very relaxing for the both for them after the madness of exams and getting ready to head out for the holidays. Christmas had been very nice; Lex seemed to enjoy getting his gifts as much as Alfred enjoyed giving them.
Bruce had been seriously annoyed by the fond looks he kept throwing him. Several times during the day he’d promised himself that if he got one more ‘kindly old uncle’ look from the man, he was going to drag that kid out to the garden and bury him under the snow—how’s *that* for sharing and caring. In fact, he’d nearly done just that, when Lex insisted they build snowmen.
*******
“ A snowman? Why would we want to do that?” he’d responded in complete and total astonishment when Lex suggested it.
“ Because it’s fun, Bruce. Haven’t you ever done that? You know, something just for fun—that didn’t involve being threatening and scary, any way. Even I’ve made snowmen.” He laughed at the look on Bruce’s face. “ Come on Bruce,” he grinned.” It’s all about…balls. You make ball, put it on top of another ball, pretty soon you’re--”
“Balling?” Bruce interrupted, and immediately flushed bright red. Lex laughed aloud in surprise.
“ Bruce!” Lex smacked him in the chest. “ You made a joke! So you can be silly when you want. I like that!” He really did look delighted, which kind of surprised Bruce. He’d never seen a silly side to Lex. He only ever saw him serious, or upset, or…that weird unsettling way he got sometimes.
Bruce sighed dramatically, “All right than. Let’s do this thing.”
Lex practically bounced out the doors, ready to do battle with the snow. Bruce watched him go a bit before joining him. He couldn’t get over how different, how alive he seemed. This must have been the boy that he was with his mother. For a moment, he was frozen by a flash of jealousy so intense it made his stomach turn and he wasn’t sure if he was jealous of Lex or his mother…
*He* didn’t have memories of his mom that made him want to run out in the snow, that made him tell jokes or laugh. He didn’t remember stories or hugs, glasses of water after being tucked up in bed at night, or a cool hand on a hot forehead. All he got to keep was the memory of his mother face up in a pool of black blood, her dead eyes locked with his.
************
The late afternoon sun threw blue shadows across the snow and painted the sky pink and gold. Lex looked amazing in that light; he looked like an angel, even with cheeks and nose so red that Bruce was tempted to cover them with his hands. Lex actually chattered as he put the finishing touches to his days work. The garden was now host to not just a snowman, but a whole snow family, including a snow dog. Lex was glowing he looked so happy. Bruce watched him, feeling his chest getting tighter and tighter. He opened his mouth to ask Lex if he’d had enough, if he was ready to go in.
What came out was, “ Does your father hit you?”
All the joy drained out of Lex’s face and he looked blankly at Bruce for a second, and his face became as smooth and unreadable as marble.” You know, I always knew you were kind of a jerk, Bruce, but I never thought you were a mean jerk.” He started to walk away but turned back to him. “ My Father loves me--”
“He hits you.”
“When I do something wrong, when I make him mad, sometimes.”
“He does …other things to you.”
“Fuck you Bruce,” he said in a tired, tired voice, a voice that belonged to a much older person.“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Bruce. And you’re wrong, whatever you’re thinking.”
“How—how can he do that…how can you let it happen.”
“I don’t *let* anything happen, because *nothing* happens. We’re not talking about my father anymore. I’m tired, let’s go inside”. He smiled, a little. “Please, let’s not make Alfred unhappy.”
Bruce burned in a wash of guilt. He was a fucking asshole, a shithead, a jerk. What, he couldn’t stand to see the kid happy? He just had to screw up a happy moment for him…
“Listen, Lex.I’m an asshole.” Bruce looked at the ground, the sky, the snow family, anywhere but at Lex. He couldn’t possibly feel worse. Please, please don’t be mad, don’t be mad.
Lex’s only response was a murmur that in Lex fashion, could mean anything from “Oh?” to “Yes, you are a *fucking* asshole.”
Bruce risked a look at Lex, who just sighed and said, “ Come on, let’s get Alfred to make us hot coco.” Bruce was pleased that Lex didn’t tell him to go to hell.
“ I can make the coco for us…”
“Hell, no! I want to be able to drink it, not wonder if my insides are going to implode!”
“Hardy –fucking-har!” Bruce snapped, and blushed in pleasure-- forgiven! -- as they made their way back in doors.
*********
New Years Eve promised to be a lot of fun that year. Alfred was certainly enjoying himself. He truly enjoyed having the active and enthusiastic boys around, and all the preparations for the evening. The day had passed pleasantly for all of them. Lunch, a little shopping for some things they would need when they returned to school and also for the evening.
The boys had tried to talk the older man into buying champagne, but they had to make do with sparkling cider, much to Bruce’s disgruntlement, especially since Lex let slip that he’d always had a glass of champagne every New Years. Bruce’s yelp of outrage did nothing to soften Alfred’s heart, but it did make Lex laugh, and made Bruce wonder again when that sound had become so important to him.
They were carrying a full bag apiece, Bruce nimbly dancing around piles of slushy gray snow, and snickering whenever his companions were forced to slosh directly through them.
They were arguing over which shop windows were the tackiest in terms of Christmas décor, and Bruce kept sneaking looks at Lex and thinking how nice he looked in his long wool overcoat and how it looked kind of cool when the wind grabbed the hem and made it flap out behind him like long black wings. All up and down the gray wet street people were grinning at each other in leftover Christmas spirit, Bruce figured. He turned to Lex to tell him so, and caught him grinning at some guy in a pea coat. The guy was giving Lex a frankly appraising look, smiling back at him and Lex looked so pleased that Bruce got angry. Well, I guess our company isn’t good enough for him. Look at him, could you be more obvious? He’s going to get beat up if he keeps this up
He frowned and huffed and Alfred turned around and looked at him inquiringly.
Great. Now I get the Eyebrow, Bruce thought. Alfred glanced at him and then at Lex, and followed his line of sight to the stranger in the pea coat. He looked back at Bruce with entirely too much sympathy and Bruce stomped ahead of the both of them. What was that supposed to mean? He’s just my friend-- he shouldn’t be looking at guys when he’s with us, it’s not right. Not—not polite.
Suddenly Lex was at his arm.
“Hey! Do you have to run all the time? Look at poor Alfred back there trying to keep up with us. Poor old guy…” Lex looked at Bruce with a grin that was bigger and brighter than the one he gave that …guy, and Bruce felt light and happy again.
**********
When the ball had dropped and they all shook hands and Dick Clark was packed away in formaldehyde for another year (at least that’s what Lex claimed they did, earning a shocked snort of laughter from Alfred) they made their way to bed. It had been a great evening for them all and Lex thanked Bruce a couple of times for inviting him to his home.
“It’s seriously the best New Years I’ve had.” He enthused. Right before he hopped into bed, he gave Bruce a hug, leaned into him a bit, and said,” Thanks for being a friend. Thanks for being my best friend!”
Bruce listened to the steady sound of Lex’s breathing. He couldn’t sleep and he felt restless, his skin felt too tight and itchy. His body didn’t feel like it was even his…. he got up and wandered around the room in the dark, ending up looking down at the sleeping kid.
Light from the street came through the partially opened curtains at the window, making it easy for Bruce to watch Lex sleeping. He looked otherworldly, mysterious. Bruce leaned closer until he could feel Lex’s breath warm against his cheek. He hung there for a moment, till he became afraid he’d wake Lex up and straightened.
He imagined he could see through the sheet covering him, the quilt meant to go over it was pushed between the wall and his body. As he stared down on him, the kid made a small sound deep in his throat and stirred. Bruce swallowed hard, watched the movement under the sheet as Lex’s dick filled, shifting the sheet, raising it up a bit and Bruce couldn’t take his eyes away, he felt faint, and his mouth was so dry and he couldn’t take his eyes away.
He touched himself, almost surprised that he was hard. He stood at the side of Lex’s bed watching the rise and fall of his chest, listening to his breathing change. He watched his dick flex, and tried to imagine what he could be dreaming about, and the whole time his hand was on his own dick, his fingers were getting wet, and he was almost dizzy from holding his breath, trying not to make a sound. He was disgusted with himself. When a smile flitted over the sleeping face it was too much for him, he nearly ran into the bathroom, closed and locked the door and leaned up against it. A wave of nausea and—lust swept him from head to toe, and he shuddered when he pulled his boxers down to his thighs, groaned when he stroked, lightly at first, then harder, thinking of Lex’s dick, Lex’s lips curled in a sleepy smile, his tongue sliding out and wetting them. Bruce looked down, watched his hand working his dick and thought of Lex, doing it to himself, some guy, that guy on the street, to him—he groaned aloud, the way he looked when he came in sometimes, that grin, that –that fucked look—shit! He came hard on the thought of Lex’s back covered with bites, and bruises on his hips.
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