Rake The Moon...?
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roxySo this bit is short and is moving us from this point to that point.Also, does it need more porn? I'm just saying, it's getting more PG as we go along, eh? I'm falling down on the job! I'm supposed to be making ya'll sweat...let me know!
So, the thick plottens! (sorry)
Two little boys grow up and find they have twin brothers, but they also discover that *they* are not brothers--then in a comedy of errors--oops! Not that story, this story...
(If I had no ellipses, I'd go through withdrawal)
The next day was …strange. Lex bounced back and forth between a cheerful sort of mania and occasional zone-outs.
Bruce found himself trying to fix it, with words and activities but Lex refused to leave the apartment, claiming his dad would be upset if he wasn’t in and every time Bruce suggested something it simply wound him up more and more. Finally Bruce grabbed him by an arm and drug him out on the patio, plopped him in a chair, and glared at him. He blew the fan of hair that had fallen across his eyes back and crossed his arms over his chest tightly to keep from touching Lex. He was upset and angry with him and his lack of control. Lex looked up at him, startled by Bruce’s behavior, and suddenly doubled over with laughter.
“What?” Bruce snarled. He wasn’t in the mood for laughs at this point.
“ Man, Bruce-- you look just like a mother hen. A really mad mother hen.” Lex chuckled to himself when Bruce wouldn’t join in the laugh.” Well, it’s cute ….” He slid a little lower in his chair and ghosted a hand up the inside of his leg to his chest. He looked at Bruce, gauging his reaction.
Bruce sighed. Shit, here we go again, Mr. Manipulative. He hated when Lex became that other person.
He walked out to the deck farthest away, and sat with his back to him. How could he want to hurt him that way—
Lionel’s assistant appeared at the doors and called out to Lex. Lex got up and left without a word to Bruce, just carefully shut the door behind him.
Bruce sat for a long while on the patio, but Lex didn’t return. Bruce had enough time to memorize the brick pattern on the patio floor, and observe that as the sun moved across the patio, it created shadows that were really beautiful.
He was about to loose his mind if Lex didn’t come back for him soon.
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He stood finally, stretched to loosen up stiff muscles and walked back to the doors. As he opened one, Lex staggered through.
“ What the fuck!” He jumped back and Lex fell over the threshold onto his knees. He looked up at Bruce and choked back a laugh, it bubbled out again and he clamped his hand over his mouth. Bruce prayed for strength. “What are you doing, kid,” he sighed. “ What are you in to now?”
Lex rolled over and grinned up at him. “I was a little upset, and I took something to calm me down…’s ok, it’s prescription. My friend gave it to me…. I loo-ove him. Did I tell you that?”
Bruce was completely baffled. What could in the hell did the kid take to make him this loopy? He dragged him to his feet and pulled him into the apartment and into the bedroom Lex had set him up in.
The whole time Lex was limp as a rag and laughing quietly to himself and in general making it as hard as possible for Bruce to move him. He was crooning something under his breath the whole time, and Bruce leaned down so he could hear him.
“Dommie is my friend, he’s my friend…Donomi—Domino—Bruce!”
Lex looked completely surprised to see him, his eyes opened comically wide, his lips a perfect O. Bruce felt almost schizophrenic as one part of him seethed with fury at Lex and that fucking jerk of an aide or whatever he was—spy most like for the old man! and another part couldn’t stop thinking how sweet Lex looked, almost like a little kid, if you ignored the fact that his eyes were glassy and the pupils were huge and black with just a rim of color around the edges, and Bruce saw now that he was flushed, and his cheek was red—scraped?
Bruce twisted Lex around till he got him aimed toward the bed and shoved lightly. He might as well have picked him up and tossed him- he flew into the bed, giggling away, and landed in a boneless heap on it. He looked over his shoulder at Bruce and his words poured out like molasses, thick and slow. “ Bruce, if you want to, you can fuck me.”
He went up to the bed, leaned down and rolled Lex over, put one large hand in the middle of his chest and pressed down.
“You need to sleep.”
“Yee—ees. I know! With you! I know you want me—want me?” His voice dropped down to a raspy whisper “ I’m veeery good, you know. I’ve been told--”He stopped and grimaced. “Bruuuce. Stop moving the bed.”
“I swear, if you throw up on my bed, you’re changing the sheets.” Bruce growled. That seemed to be a trigger to Lex, he burst into motion, determined to escape the hand pinning him to the bed. He wiggled and bucked, giggled the whole time. Bruce didn’t think he could get angrier, but he found it was indeed possible. He tried to keep Lex from swarming out of the bed, tried to hold him without hurting him. Lex felt no such constraint; it was as if he’d grown a dozen legs and arms and most of them seemed duty bound to make contact with his crotch, at high speed. Finally he slowed, and dropped off to sleep with a wistful smile on his lips. Bruce stared down at Lex and sighed. He dropped down on his knees at the side of the bed and leaned close, letting their breath mingle. He moved closer, closer till he touched Lex’s lips, closed his eyes and wished desperately that he could touch more.
Bruce backed out of the room, arousal warring with anger and…sadness. How could anyone live their lives like this? And now, he knew…he’d been wrong to pin this on Lionel. His aide was the son of a bitch who was raping his friend. It was time for justice on a cosmic scale if he could help it.
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If I can keep my eyeballs open, I have another piece I'm trying to get out tonight.Good, I suck!
TBC
So, the thick plottens! (sorry)
Two little boys grow up and find they have twin brothers, but they also discover that *they* are not brothers--then in a comedy of errors--oops! Not that story, this story...
(If I had no ellipses, I'd go through withdrawal)
The next day was …strange. Lex bounced back and forth between a cheerful sort of mania and occasional zone-outs.
Bruce found himself trying to fix it, with words and activities but Lex refused to leave the apartment, claiming his dad would be upset if he wasn’t in and every time Bruce suggested something it simply wound him up more and more. Finally Bruce grabbed him by an arm and drug him out on the patio, plopped him in a chair, and glared at him. He blew the fan of hair that had fallen across his eyes back and crossed his arms over his chest tightly to keep from touching Lex. He was upset and angry with him and his lack of control. Lex looked up at him, startled by Bruce’s behavior, and suddenly doubled over with laughter.
“What?” Bruce snarled. He wasn’t in the mood for laughs at this point.
“ Man, Bruce-- you look just like a mother hen. A really mad mother hen.” Lex chuckled to himself when Bruce wouldn’t join in the laugh.” Well, it’s cute ….” He slid a little lower in his chair and ghosted a hand up the inside of his leg to his chest. He looked at Bruce, gauging his reaction.
Bruce sighed. Shit, here we go again, Mr. Manipulative. He hated when Lex became that other person.
He walked out to the deck farthest away, and sat with his back to him. How could he want to hurt him that way—
Lionel’s assistant appeared at the doors and called out to Lex. Lex got up and left without a word to Bruce, just carefully shut the door behind him.
Bruce sat for a long while on the patio, but Lex didn’t return. Bruce had enough time to memorize the brick pattern on the patio floor, and observe that as the sun moved across the patio, it created shadows that were really beautiful.
He was about to loose his mind if Lex didn’t come back for him soon.
**********************
He stood finally, stretched to loosen up stiff muscles and walked back to the doors. As he opened one, Lex staggered through.
“ What the fuck!” He jumped back and Lex fell over the threshold onto his knees. He looked up at Bruce and choked back a laugh, it bubbled out again and he clamped his hand over his mouth. Bruce prayed for strength. “What are you doing, kid,” he sighed. “ What are you in to now?”
Lex rolled over and grinned up at him. “I was a little upset, and I took something to calm me down…’s ok, it’s prescription. My friend gave it to me…. I loo-ove him. Did I tell you that?”
Bruce was completely baffled. What could in the hell did the kid take to make him this loopy? He dragged him to his feet and pulled him into the apartment and into the bedroom Lex had set him up in.
The whole time Lex was limp as a rag and laughing quietly to himself and in general making it as hard as possible for Bruce to move him. He was crooning something under his breath the whole time, and Bruce leaned down so he could hear him.
“Dommie is my friend, he’s my friend…Donomi—Domino—Bruce!”
Lex looked completely surprised to see him, his eyes opened comically wide, his lips a perfect O. Bruce felt almost schizophrenic as one part of him seethed with fury at Lex and that fucking jerk of an aide or whatever he was—spy most like for the old man! and another part couldn’t stop thinking how sweet Lex looked, almost like a little kid, if you ignored the fact that his eyes were glassy and the pupils were huge and black with just a rim of color around the edges, and Bruce saw now that he was flushed, and his cheek was red—scraped?
Bruce twisted Lex around till he got him aimed toward the bed and shoved lightly. He might as well have picked him up and tossed him- he flew into the bed, giggling away, and landed in a boneless heap on it. He looked over his shoulder at Bruce and his words poured out like molasses, thick and slow. “ Bruce, if you want to, you can fuck me.”
He went up to the bed, leaned down and rolled Lex over, put one large hand in the middle of his chest and pressed down.
“You need to sleep.”
“Yee—ees. I know! With you! I know you want me—want me?” His voice dropped down to a raspy whisper “ I’m veeery good, you know. I’ve been told--”He stopped and grimaced. “Bruuuce. Stop moving the bed.”
“I swear, if you throw up on my bed, you’re changing the sheets.” Bruce growled. That seemed to be a trigger to Lex, he burst into motion, determined to escape the hand pinning him to the bed. He wiggled and bucked, giggled the whole time. Bruce didn’t think he could get angrier, but he found it was indeed possible. He tried to keep Lex from swarming out of the bed, tried to hold him without hurting him. Lex felt no such constraint; it was as if he’d grown a dozen legs and arms and most of them seemed duty bound to make contact with his crotch, at high speed. Finally he slowed, and dropped off to sleep with a wistful smile on his lips. Bruce stared down at Lex and sighed. He dropped down on his knees at the side of the bed and leaned close, letting their breath mingle. He moved closer, closer till he touched Lex’s lips, closed his eyes and wished desperately that he could touch more.
Bruce backed out of the room, arousal warring with anger and…sadness. How could anyone live their lives like this? And now, he knew…he’d been wrong to pin this on Lionel. His aide was the son of a bitch who was raping his friend. It was time for justice on a cosmic scale if he could help it.
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If I can keep my eyeballs open, I have another piece I'm trying to get out tonight.Good, I suck!
TBC
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7/15/04 05:19 pm (UTC)And you want the world to know!!
BWAAAhahhhhahaa.
*sends winge'd bunnies with fudge*