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Oy! Next part, and my goodness, I hope this makes sense!
“Bruce…Bruce—are you ok? What--”Lex was so confused that Bruce thought he’d manage it, actually get away with it.
Which is exactly my problem, he thought to himself. Always hoping for the impossible.
Lex looked down, took in Bruce’s hand, what was in his hand, and looked back at Bruce. His lips twisted and he asked him, “ Have fun? Or is this your idea of a seduction?”
Bruce reared back and tried to scramble out of the bed, but Lex stopped him. "Oh no, Bruce, go ahead, take what you wanted, I’m up now. I’m sure I can so much better.”
He ran his hand over Bruce’s and Bruce hissed. His hand was wet, and Lex’s hand was on it, and his dick was surely possessed because it was doing it’s best to come back to life. Lex reached up and grabbed a handful of hair, and yanked Bruce closer. Before he could react to the pain, Lex’s lips were on his, they pressed down so hard on his, that he felt trapped; Lex ground Bruce’s lips against his teeth ’till blood ran in both their mouths.
Bruce closed his eyes and let it happen, he deserved it, he knew he deserved it; what he’d done was wrong….
Lex shifted closer and squeezed the hand holding Bruce’s, than nudged it aside and wrapped his hand around Bruce .He drew it up his dick in a loose hold first, just feeling it, learning it. His fingers fanned out, wrapped around the head and pressed lightly, he drew his fingers up and down and around the crown, caught precome that gathered at the tip and rubbed it into the skin around the head and back down to the base, scratched his nails lightly through the curls there.
Lex increased the pressure on the upstroke, made Bruce buck into his fist, and all the while licking, sucking, biting at Bruce’s mouth till the pain became part of him, something he couldn’t imagine living without.
He felt faint—his head swam and he thought this must be what it’s like to drown. He knew that he should stop Lex, but god, he’d waited for so long, wanted it for so long— He began to moan, in Lex’s mouth, out loud when Lex pulled back to watch his face, moaning half in excitement and half in pain.
Finally he reached out and grabbed Lex’s wrist, stopped the movement.
“I don’t want it to be like this”, he groaned. “I wanted you to want me, not punish me…”
“ Let go, Bruce, I *do* want to--” He took Bruce’s free hand and laid it against his dick. “I want to.”
Bruce shuddered. Now. Nothing could stop this now, nothing could change this moment, he was taking what he could get, he was taking this, fuck yes….
Knock. A knock at the door.
Bruce grabbed at Lex frantically whispered wildly, “ No—no—no-- don’t answer, don’t answer!” But Lex pulled away, staring into Bruce’s eyes, but so distant in tone and expression, that he might as well not be there—
“Yes?”
“Your father’s coming in. He wants me to pick him up. Get ready, Cook’s coming back in.”
“I’ll be ready.”
He looked at Bruce again, seemed to refocus on him and smiled sweetly. “ My father’s coming home. I’ve got to get ready.” He rose and went to the door, saying softly before he shut it, “You should get ready too, Bruce he’ll want to meet you, I’m sure.”
Bruce lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. His eyes burned, his lungs burned, his gut burned and his teeth clenched so hard he could hear them grinding. Blood ran down his throat from his lacerated lip, and he finished himself off, hard and fast and picturing bruises, picturing Lex.
TBC, oh, yes my friends...
Anchor Man.Vince Vaughn.Omigod.
“Bruce…Bruce—are you ok? What--”Lex was so confused that Bruce thought he’d manage it, actually get away with it.
Which is exactly my problem, he thought to himself. Always hoping for the impossible.
Lex looked down, took in Bruce’s hand, what was in his hand, and looked back at Bruce. His lips twisted and he asked him, “ Have fun? Or is this your idea of a seduction?”
Bruce reared back and tried to scramble out of the bed, but Lex stopped him. "Oh no, Bruce, go ahead, take what you wanted, I’m up now. I’m sure I can so much better.”
He ran his hand over Bruce’s and Bruce hissed. His hand was wet, and Lex’s hand was on it, and his dick was surely possessed because it was doing it’s best to come back to life. Lex reached up and grabbed a handful of hair, and yanked Bruce closer. Before he could react to the pain, Lex’s lips were on his, they pressed down so hard on his, that he felt trapped; Lex ground Bruce’s lips against his teeth ’till blood ran in both their mouths.
Bruce closed his eyes and let it happen, he deserved it, he knew he deserved it; what he’d done was wrong….
Lex shifted closer and squeezed the hand holding Bruce’s, than nudged it aside and wrapped his hand around Bruce .He drew it up his dick in a loose hold first, just feeling it, learning it. His fingers fanned out, wrapped around the head and pressed lightly, he drew his fingers up and down and around the crown, caught precome that gathered at the tip and rubbed it into the skin around the head and back down to the base, scratched his nails lightly through the curls there.
Lex increased the pressure on the upstroke, made Bruce buck into his fist, and all the while licking, sucking, biting at Bruce’s mouth till the pain became part of him, something he couldn’t imagine living without.
He felt faint—his head swam and he thought this must be what it’s like to drown. He knew that he should stop Lex, but god, he’d waited for so long, wanted it for so long— He began to moan, in Lex’s mouth, out loud when Lex pulled back to watch his face, moaning half in excitement and half in pain.
Finally he reached out and grabbed Lex’s wrist, stopped the movement.
“I don’t want it to be like this”, he groaned. “I wanted you to want me, not punish me…”
“ Let go, Bruce, I *do* want to--” He took Bruce’s free hand and laid it against his dick. “I want to.”
Bruce shuddered. Now. Nothing could stop this now, nothing could change this moment, he was taking what he could get, he was taking this, fuck yes….
Knock. A knock at the door.
Bruce grabbed at Lex frantically whispered wildly, “ No—no—no-- don’t answer, don’t answer!” But Lex pulled away, staring into Bruce’s eyes, but so distant in tone and expression, that he might as well not be there—
“Yes?”
“Your father’s coming in. He wants me to pick him up. Get ready, Cook’s coming back in.”
“I’ll be ready.”
He looked at Bruce again, seemed to refocus on him and smiled sweetly. “ My father’s coming home. I’ve got to get ready.” He rose and went to the door, saying softly before he shut it, “You should get ready too, Bruce he’ll want to meet you, I’m sure.”
Bruce lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. His eyes burned, his lungs burned, his gut burned and his teeth clenched so hard he could hear them grinding. Blood ran down his throat from his lacerated lip, and he finished himself off, hard and fast and picturing bruises, picturing Lex.
TBC, oh, yes my friends...
Anchor Man.Vince Vaughn.Omigod.
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Hehe.
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*friends*
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Promise!
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Or, you know, put a little arsenic on his doughnuts.
*snicker*
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Powdered sugar doughnuts.
Can't taste it.
Didn't you read your 'Flowers in the Attic'?
We'll put RAT POISON in the coffe!
It looks just like Skinny and Sweet!
Except for the little skull and crossbones on the label!
*channels Lily Tomlin*
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Mailed!
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K.
Glad you like!
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