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roxyMy beloveds, I am ass tired--so tired that my eyes feel like boiled eggs in my head.Why? Why am I so tired when I've been going to bed early?So unfair...
I've got a bit more, very rough,rough,rough! I've looked it over a few time but I don't trust myself at all tonight!
Here with no fanfare at all,humbly I present to you, the Fic That's Sucking All My Brain starring Tom Swelling and BoBo Eckstien...naw! ( I wish,omigawd)
Alfred watched the young man punch the body bag like it deeply personally offended him and sighed to himself. This was really enough now. In the month that Master Bruce had been home from school he refused to socialize with any of the young people in his circle. His young charge alternated between frenetic bouts of deadly activity, or laying like a dead thing on any available flat surface. Time to take the reins and get him sorted out. Should he call Master Lex himself, or talk to young Bruce first?
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Bruce felt every punch he slammed into the bag as a grounding sensation. Every blow tied him tighter to his body and just, * here. * His mind had a bad habit of floating back to Lex, and the last year, and especially to the place where Lex-- didn’t want—smack—him—didn’t want—smack---him…. SMACK
He stopped to wipe the sweat from his face, and saw Alfred staring at him. He had that disapproving look on his face that was there a lot lately. Bruce began to turn away but Alfred cleared his throat. He might as well have yelled at him. Bruce jumped, turned back slowly and sighed. Whatever he’d done, he was in for it now.
He risked a look and, yes. Eyebrow. Crap. Alfred came closer, still silent, and lifted his hand toward Bruce. He looked down, saw that the other was holding a phone.
Bruce took it and looked at Alfred in puzzlement.
“Ye-es?” He waited, phone held between two fingers.
Alfred said, “I believe you know Master Lex’s number”
He left Bruce alone again in the gym.
Bruce stared at the phone and suddenly was aware that his hands and arms ached fiercely. He had tried to forget. He really had tried. But now, it was over. He was too tired to pretend it wasn’t important anymore. He dropped down to the floor. And dialed the number.
******
“Hello...oh! Bruce!”
The obvious pleasure in Lex’s voice at hearing who it was sent a little wave of warmth through Bruce. He’d missed hearing Lex’s smooth voice. He felt himself grinning like a fool as he talked to Lex, asked him what he was doing and lied back when he was asked if he’d been busy. And then Lex was asking him to come stay a bit, and he was saying yes.
Bruce blinked, astonished that it had all been so simple, so easy. He was going to see Lex. That was good.
Okay, time to pack, and let Alfred know, and maybe bring something with him, a couple of games or that comic the kid liked so much, bet he hadn’t had a chance to get any since he was back home…
For moment, Bruce soared high with happiness, glanced around to make sure he was alone, and pumped his fist in the air.
******
There was Lex, standing in the big glass lobby, and looking a little lost, till he saw Bruce. Bruce stood still and let the moment enfold him. Seeing Lex’s face was like coming home. Lex strode over to him, looking strong and confidant as the waif-like expression dissolved and he grabbed Bruce around the waist.
“Lex! Don’t try to pick me up, you’re gonna hurt yourself!”
Bruce laughed. Lex grinned up into his face.
“Bruce! You can’t imagine how good it is to see you! I haven’t seen anyone at all since I left school!”
Bruce’s joy was a little tempered by the sudden thought that Lex was just happy to see *anyone*, but he bounced back and smiled as wide as he ever did at Lex.
“Come on, let’s get your bags upstairs, and get out of view here.” He waved at the guard in the lobby as they made their way to the elevators, the guard waved back in surprise; Bruce figured Lex didn’t get many visitors.
Lex chatted as they rode up to the top floor and Bruce let the sound of his voice wash over him. He thought that if there was anything wrong with this whole thing, it was the fact that Lex turned him into an idiot—he managed to shut down all his defenses. Bruce gazed at Lex in fondness, and Lex became aware that he was the only one rattling on.
“Well” he said, ears turning pink, “I guess I was really looking forward to talking to you…it’s been a little lonely since I’ve been home. My dad’s not here, off on a trip overseas…business he couldn’t get out of or he’d love to be here with me—us.” Lex stared at the floor the entire time he spoke.
“Why didn’t you stay at school?? Lots of kids do—have to,” Bruce asked.
“My dad wanted me home.” Lex unlocked the doors to the apartment and pulled Bruce’s bags into the foyer
“Does he know that I’m—that you have company?” Bruce glanced about the foyer in approval. Nice, clean lines, not a lot of crap around… a small part of him approved that there wasn’t anything to hide behind....
“Oh yes, I told him, asked permission and he was fine with it,” Lex frowned slightly. “Especially when he knew it was you, he thinks you have a fine background,” Lex chuckled lightly.” He was happy to have you as a guest, he said so.”
Bruce didn’t say any more, just followed Lex into a truly impressive living space. Light flooded the apartment from a wall of floor to ceiling windows, reflected off the stark white walls opposite them. The whole apartment had been decorated in creams and white, there was so much light that no corner was shadowed.
“Wow!” Bruce said.” It’s –very bright. It’s nice, though…”
“I know.” Lex said. “Every time I come home, I have to get used to it all over again. It’s kind of pretentious, I think.”
Bruce snorted and Lex smiled. Right back to the way it used to be…good.
After he’d put his bags in the room Lex told him was his for the next two weeks, he met him again in the living room.
“Bruce, if you’re ready to eat, we can have lunch on the patio.” Lex waved vaguely in the direction of a pair of stained glass doors at the opposite end of the room and Bruce followed him out to a surprisingly large patio area .It was a series of wood platforms of varying height, laid out in rectangular fashion, almost oriental in feel, some only large enough for a single lounge chair, others large enough for tables and chairs. There were raised planters filled with greenery, or dwarf fruit trees, even low planters filled with sod. Over head a freestanding frame work supported panels of canvas and provided a pool of cool shade. Lights wrapped around each of the beams. Bruce turned in a circle taking it all in. It looked rather magical, like a secret garden in the city. Lex watched his face and glowed with the pleasure he took in Bruce’s pleasure.
“Do you like it?” He continued at Bruce’s nod, “My dad had it built for me.”
Bruce was startled. He couldn’t imagine that Lionel would do anything so nice for his son. It didn’t seem to be the type of thing the man would do. Bruce had been willing to bet his mother had commissioned the work.
Lex continued as they made their way to a small deck that had a table set for lunch. “I came home one summer and it was like this. It’s so nice; you know I don’t go out when he’s not home. It’s cool to sunbathe, and there’s a shower at the end over there. We cant’ have a pool up here. But, the shower’s nice when it’s hot …”
He trailed off as he examined what they’d been given for lunch. “So. *Do* you like it?” His eyes bored into Bruce’s asking for…approval? Something Bruce wasn’t quite sure of shone out of the kid’s eyes, so he smiled and assured him it was an amazing place, and truth, Bruce enjoyed it all, the lunch, the patio, Lex’s pride in his garden.
The afternoon went by so quickly they barely noticed the shadows getting longer and the air a little cooler till the patio lights glimmered on, and a cart was brought out, with dinner for the two.
Bruce sat back and just—looked. The change of light cast blue shadows across Lex’s smooth face and scalp. Made his gray eyes bluer. Once again, he looked otherworldly, like he had that night in the room, and Bruce could feel a little lick of arousal. He hoped that the staff left at night, he wanted to be alone with Lex. A roll of heat swept through him as he imagined what it would be like, just the two of them in the apartment, no one to bother them—maybe he could break down Lex’s resistance to him. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and Lex looked concerned.
“You aren’t cold are you? I can turn on the heater--” His phone rang .He looked at Bruce in surprise answered it and went very still.
“Yes. Yes. Thank you. Of course.” Lex closed his eyes. “I’ll be waiting.”
His eyes were still closed when he answered Bruce’s unspoken question.
“My dad. He’s coming home. “He chuckled thinly and opened his eyes stared into Bruce’s. Isn’t that great?”
Bruce was so bitterly disappointed that for a moment his eyes prickled before he regained control.
“Oh.” He couldn’t bring himself to speak more. He really really hated Lionel
Luthor above almost anything at that moment.
Oh TBC to be sure!
I've got a bit more, very rough,rough,rough! I've looked it over a few time but I don't trust myself at all tonight!
Here with no fanfare at all,humbly I present to you, the Fic That's Sucking All My Brain starring Tom Swelling and BoBo Eckstien...naw! ( I wish,omigawd)
Alfred watched the young man punch the body bag like it deeply personally offended him and sighed to himself. This was really enough now. In the month that Master Bruce had been home from school he refused to socialize with any of the young people in his circle. His young charge alternated between frenetic bouts of deadly activity, or laying like a dead thing on any available flat surface. Time to take the reins and get him sorted out. Should he call Master Lex himself, or talk to young Bruce first?
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Bruce felt every punch he slammed into the bag as a grounding sensation. Every blow tied him tighter to his body and just, * here. * His mind had a bad habit of floating back to Lex, and the last year, and especially to the place where Lex-- didn’t want—smack—him—didn’t want—smack---him…. SMACK
He stopped to wipe the sweat from his face, and saw Alfred staring at him. He had that disapproving look on his face that was there a lot lately. Bruce began to turn away but Alfred cleared his throat. He might as well have yelled at him. Bruce jumped, turned back slowly and sighed. Whatever he’d done, he was in for it now.
He risked a look and, yes. Eyebrow. Crap. Alfred came closer, still silent, and lifted his hand toward Bruce. He looked down, saw that the other was holding a phone.
Bruce took it and looked at Alfred in puzzlement.
“Ye-es?” He waited, phone held between two fingers.
Alfred said, “I believe you know Master Lex’s number”
He left Bruce alone again in the gym.
Bruce stared at the phone and suddenly was aware that his hands and arms ached fiercely. He had tried to forget. He really had tried. But now, it was over. He was too tired to pretend it wasn’t important anymore. He dropped down to the floor. And dialed the number.
******
“Hello...oh! Bruce!”
The obvious pleasure in Lex’s voice at hearing who it was sent a little wave of warmth through Bruce. He’d missed hearing Lex’s smooth voice. He felt himself grinning like a fool as he talked to Lex, asked him what he was doing and lied back when he was asked if he’d been busy. And then Lex was asking him to come stay a bit, and he was saying yes.
Bruce blinked, astonished that it had all been so simple, so easy. He was going to see Lex. That was good.
Okay, time to pack, and let Alfred know, and maybe bring something with him, a couple of games or that comic the kid liked so much, bet he hadn’t had a chance to get any since he was back home…
For moment, Bruce soared high with happiness, glanced around to make sure he was alone, and pumped his fist in the air.
******
There was Lex, standing in the big glass lobby, and looking a little lost, till he saw Bruce. Bruce stood still and let the moment enfold him. Seeing Lex’s face was like coming home. Lex strode over to him, looking strong and confidant as the waif-like expression dissolved and he grabbed Bruce around the waist.
“Lex! Don’t try to pick me up, you’re gonna hurt yourself!”
Bruce laughed. Lex grinned up into his face.
“Bruce! You can’t imagine how good it is to see you! I haven’t seen anyone at all since I left school!”
Bruce’s joy was a little tempered by the sudden thought that Lex was just happy to see *anyone*, but he bounced back and smiled as wide as he ever did at Lex.
“Come on, let’s get your bags upstairs, and get out of view here.” He waved at the guard in the lobby as they made their way to the elevators, the guard waved back in surprise; Bruce figured Lex didn’t get many visitors.
Lex chatted as they rode up to the top floor and Bruce let the sound of his voice wash over him. He thought that if there was anything wrong with this whole thing, it was the fact that Lex turned him into an idiot—he managed to shut down all his defenses. Bruce gazed at Lex in fondness, and Lex became aware that he was the only one rattling on.
“Well” he said, ears turning pink, “I guess I was really looking forward to talking to you…it’s been a little lonely since I’ve been home. My dad’s not here, off on a trip overseas…business he couldn’t get out of or he’d love to be here with me—us.” Lex stared at the floor the entire time he spoke.
“Why didn’t you stay at school?? Lots of kids do—have to,” Bruce asked.
“My dad wanted me home.” Lex unlocked the doors to the apartment and pulled Bruce’s bags into the foyer
“Does he know that I’m—that you have company?” Bruce glanced about the foyer in approval. Nice, clean lines, not a lot of crap around… a small part of him approved that there wasn’t anything to hide behind....
“Oh yes, I told him, asked permission and he was fine with it,” Lex frowned slightly. “Especially when he knew it was you, he thinks you have a fine background,” Lex chuckled lightly.” He was happy to have you as a guest, he said so.”
Bruce didn’t say any more, just followed Lex into a truly impressive living space. Light flooded the apartment from a wall of floor to ceiling windows, reflected off the stark white walls opposite them. The whole apartment had been decorated in creams and white, there was so much light that no corner was shadowed.
“Wow!” Bruce said.” It’s –very bright. It’s nice, though…”
“I know.” Lex said. “Every time I come home, I have to get used to it all over again. It’s kind of pretentious, I think.”
Bruce snorted and Lex smiled. Right back to the way it used to be…good.
After he’d put his bags in the room Lex told him was his for the next two weeks, he met him again in the living room.
“Bruce, if you’re ready to eat, we can have lunch on the patio.” Lex waved vaguely in the direction of a pair of stained glass doors at the opposite end of the room and Bruce followed him out to a surprisingly large patio area .It was a series of wood platforms of varying height, laid out in rectangular fashion, almost oriental in feel, some only large enough for a single lounge chair, others large enough for tables and chairs. There were raised planters filled with greenery, or dwarf fruit trees, even low planters filled with sod. Over head a freestanding frame work supported panels of canvas and provided a pool of cool shade. Lights wrapped around each of the beams. Bruce turned in a circle taking it all in. It looked rather magical, like a secret garden in the city. Lex watched his face and glowed with the pleasure he took in Bruce’s pleasure.
“Do you like it?” He continued at Bruce’s nod, “My dad had it built for me.”
Bruce was startled. He couldn’t imagine that Lionel would do anything so nice for his son. It didn’t seem to be the type of thing the man would do. Bruce had been willing to bet his mother had commissioned the work.
Lex continued as they made their way to a small deck that had a table set for lunch. “I came home one summer and it was like this. It’s so nice; you know I don’t go out when he’s not home. It’s cool to sunbathe, and there’s a shower at the end over there. We cant’ have a pool up here. But, the shower’s nice when it’s hot …”
He trailed off as he examined what they’d been given for lunch. “So. *Do* you like it?” His eyes bored into Bruce’s asking for…approval? Something Bruce wasn’t quite sure of shone out of the kid’s eyes, so he smiled and assured him it was an amazing place, and truth, Bruce enjoyed it all, the lunch, the patio, Lex’s pride in his garden.
The afternoon went by so quickly they barely noticed the shadows getting longer and the air a little cooler till the patio lights glimmered on, and a cart was brought out, with dinner for the two.
Bruce sat back and just—looked. The change of light cast blue shadows across Lex’s smooth face and scalp. Made his gray eyes bluer. Once again, he looked otherworldly, like he had that night in the room, and Bruce could feel a little lick of arousal. He hoped that the staff left at night, he wanted to be alone with Lex. A roll of heat swept through him as he imagined what it would be like, just the two of them in the apartment, no one to bother them—maybe he could break down Lex’s resistance to him. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and Lex looked concerned.
“You aren’t cold are you? I can turn on the heater--” His phone rang .He looked at Bruce in surprise answered it and went very still.
“Yes. Yes. Thank you. Of course.” Lex closed his eyes. “I’ll be waiting.”
His eyes were still closed when he answered Bruce’s unspoken question.
“My dad. He’s coming home. “He chuckled thinly and opened his eyes stared into Bruce’s. Isn’t that great?”
Bruce was so bitterly disappointed that for a moment his eyes prickled before he regained control.
“Oh.” He couldn’t bring himself to speak more. He really really hated Lionel
Luthor above almost anything at that moment.
Oh TBC to be sure!
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7/14/04 05:12 am (UTC)Oh, and about Mr. Swelling and Bobo:
*looks at you like you have nothing better to do*
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7/14/04 03:42 pm (UTC)*pets Lex*
I'm really freakin' on this whole 'i don't leave the house' thing - that's utterly creepy!
And - yeah, Lionel coming home is good?
Riiiiiiiiiight....
*bounce*
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