Rake The Moon
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roxySo, with the promise of chocolate and handcuffs. I managed to get young Bruce to work with me!
Tsk.The handcuffs were a gift. *I* didn't use them...
So, when last we left our plucky lads,they were on their way out of the shire...ach! Pardon, that would be a different pair of boys humpin like ze bunnies!
Swive me, Frodo!
He sank to the floor and leaned his head against the cool tiled wall, and worked hard to clear his mind. I need some sort of meditation thingy, some mantra, or whatever, however that works. Why can’t I be really drunk? God, I wish I were unconscious….
At some point he must have fallen asleep; he swam slowly up to awareness, and it frightened him, what was wrong, why was it taking so long to come awake— He felt himself led to the bed, and a cool cloth swiped at his lips and neck, and chest—it made him feel better, and he realized it was Lex, Lex was crooning something the whole time, it was soothing, and Bruce felt his eyelids flutter shut again. The bed sank a bit, and he felt warm lips on his, they were so soft, and they trembled lightly on his mouth, and he raised his hand to Lex’s beautiful head, pulled him closer.
Even as he drew Lex closer to him, his eyes got heavier and his hands felt like they were made of lead, his whole body was sinking, sliding away into darkness…
******************
When morning came, he tried his best to believe that what had happened was a horrible dream, pretty much believed it until he walked out into the bright sunny living room, and saw Lionel and Lex sitting side by side on the sofa, a newspaper spread between them and on the floor. Two cups of coffee steamed gently on the table in front of them, along with a plate of pastries. It was the perfect picture of domesticity.
Lionel looked up and smiled at Bruce, and Lex barely glanced at him.
“ Ah, Bruce! Finally up, hmm? Lex wanted to wake you, but I insisted he let you sleep. Not used to the late night meal, and the wine, eh?” His eyes sparkled as he spoke, and Bruce felt about five years old. He stole a look at Lex, but he stared down at the paper, his face an unreadable mask.
Bruce’s stomach dropped when he noticed a bruise and a little red crescent above the hinge of Lex’s jaw.
“ I—I’m gonna go to the kitchen…see if--” Bruce’s voice rasped into silence, his throat and mouth were so dry he couldn’t speak.
“Of course. Have Cook make a little something for you…be careful though, your stomach may be a little sensitive!” He chuckled warmly and Bruce fled the room, stopping just outside the doorway to breathe again when he heard them speak.
“ You like him… it’s alright to answer me.”
“ He’s my friend.”
“Ah? And…”
“Ow. Nothing. Stop.” Bruce’s body vibrated with the desire to rush back into the room. The dead tone that Lex spoke in made him frantic.
“ You *can* tell me anything. You know that don’t you?”
“ Ah—stop. He—he scares me.” Bruce’s head dropped, and he closed his eyes. He could hear Lionel as he turned to walk back down the hallway.
“Good… Good, you’re a good boy, Lex.”
*******************
He was lying on his bed, eyes closed and mind fiercely blanked. There was a rap on the door, and Lex poked his head in.
“ Bruce, can I come in?”
“NO! Yes—yes. Come in.”
He came in and made his way around the edges of the room, till he came to a chair in the corner, and sat. They just stared at each other for a while, no one spoke or moved till Bruce asked. “ So, you— are you ok?”
Lex looked down at his feet, and fidgeted with an invisible piece of fuzz, and spoke low and expressionless. “ Of course. Why shouldn’t I--”
Bruce was on him instantly, snarling with rage, one hand shoved him back in the chair hard enough to smack his head against the wall, the other twisted in his shirt.
“ Stop! Get *off*!” Lex was bright red, and his voice wavered.
Bruce shook him and hissed in his face,” Why? Why do you let him do it?”
“ What the hell are you talking--”
“I was there, I saw—“ He shook him again, “Everything. Every-fucking- thing, you hear me?”
Lex was white, his lips paler as he bit at them; he seemed to shrink in Bruce’s grip. “I have to—he needs--”
Bruce yelled, “WHAT!” He started to drag Lex out of the chair when he suddenly exploded, struggled like a mad thing to get loose; he jerked and flailed out and struck Bruce in the face.
“ SHIT!"He tried to grab Lex’s arm, but this time the strike was purposeful; his fist cracked against Bruce’s cheekbone.
He saw stars for a second, and his head swam.
“God *dammit* Lex!” He backhanded the other boy hard; he hit the chair and went over the back. All the fight went out of him; he lay on the floor deflated, motionless.
Bruce dropped to his knees and grabbed Lex’s shoulders. Lex wouldn’t look at him, his eyes were closed and he sighed.
“He told me you’d be like this…told me you’d hate me, not understand.” His voice got louder, stronger. “He told me you’d hate me. He’s right. He’s always right.”
“ I don’t hate you, you asshole! I hate him! He’s the one I blame! I’d *kill* him if I could!”
“ You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! He *loves* me! He does *everything* for me!”
Bruce let Lex’s words wash over him, followed by a wave of anger so hot , it made him burn and shake. He yanked Lex to his feet by his collar, fisted it tight it till the other turned red, but instead of looking distressed, his lips twisted into a smile. Bruce was way beyond furious, beyond reason. He dragged Lex over to the bed, and threw him down, not letting go of his collar. He leaped up and straddled him, ready to yell some sense into him but when he saw how frightened Lex seemed to be Bruce loosened his grip…and then, he did that *thing* again—
Lex lay back, every inch of him screamed touch me, feel me… he rolled his hips and pushed Bruce forward a bit and before Bruce could stop him, slid his hands up over his thighs and cupped his crotch. Bruce’s hands dropped down over Lex’s to pull them away, but Lex pressed down in a slow sweep over his dick and Bruce was hard in a moment, he had to push into it, his body was greedy for it.
Shit! He just touches me and I get hard, just this once, just right now, and we can talk--
“FUCK! Fuck! !” Bruce yelled furious. “Don’t fucking do that! Don’t touch me like that….”
Lex looked shocked. “ But you want it, I can tell-- you’ve wanted it for a long time, haven’t you? Take it, everyone else has!” He made a sound that was supposed to be a laugh.
Bruce leaned over him and said quietly, “ Please stop. You’re going to make me cry. Or beat you. I can’t decide….”
Lex shook all over and closed his eyes.
Still TBC...
are they ever going to do it? sheesh!
Tsk.The handcuffs were a gift. *I* didn't use them...
So, when last we left our plucky lads,they were on their way out of the shire...ach! Pardon, that would be a different pair of boys humpin like ze bunnies!
Swive me, Frodo!
He sank to the floor and leaned his head against the cool tiled wall, and worked hard to clear his mind. I need some sort of meditation thingy, some mantra, or whatever, however that works. Why can’t I be really drunk? God, I wish I were unconscious….
At some point he must have fallen asleep; he swam slowly up to awareness, and it frightened him, what was wrong, why was it taking so long to come awake— He felt himself led to the bed, and a cool cloth swiped at his lips and neck, and chest—it made him feel better, and he realized it was Lex, Lex was crooning something the whole time, it was soothing, and Bruce felt his eyelids flutter shut again. The bed sank a bit, and he felt warm lips on his, they were so soft, and they trembled lightly on his mouth, and he raised his hand to Lex’s beautiful head, pulled him closer.
Even as he drew Lex closer to him, his eyes got heavier and his hands felt like they were made of lead, his whole body was sinking, sliding away into darkness…
******************
When morning came, he tried his best to believe that what had happened was a horrible dream, pretty much believed it until he walked out into the bright sunny living room, and saw Lionel and Lex sitting side by side on the sofa, a newspaper spread between them and on the floor. Two cups of coffee steamed gently on the table in front of them, along with a plate of pastries. It was the perfect picture of domesticity.
Lionel looked up and smiled at Bruce, and Lex barely glanced at him.
“ Ah, Bruce! Finally up, hmm? Lex wanted to wake you, but I insisted he let you sleep. Not used to the late night meal, and the wine, eh?” His eyes sparkled as he spoke, and Bruce felt about five years old. He stole a look at Lex, but he stared down at the paper, his face an unreadable mask.
Bruce’s stomach dropped when he noticed a bruise and a little red crescent above the hinge of Lex’s jaw.
“ I—I’m gonna go to the kitchen…see if--” Bruce’s voice rasped into silence, his throat and mouth were so dry he couldn’t speak.
“Of course. Have Cook make a little something for you…be careful though, your stomach may be a little sensitive!” He chuckled warmly and Bruce fled the room, stopping just outside the doorway to breathe again when he heard them speak.
“ You like him… it’s alright to answer me.”
“ He’s my friend.”
“Ah? And…”
“Ow. Nothing. Stop.” Bruce’s body vibrated with the desire to rush back into the room. The dead tone that Lex spoke in made him frantic.
“ You *can* tell me anything. You know that don’t you?”
“ Ah—stop. He—he scares me.” Bruce’s head dropped, and he closed his eyes. He could hear Lionel as he turned to walk back down the hallway.
“Good… Good, you’re a good boy, Lex.”
*******************
He was lying on his bed, eyes closed and mind fiercely blanked. There was a rap on the door, and Lex poked his head in.
“ Bruce, can I come in?”
“NO! Yes—yes. Come in.”
He came in and made his way around the edges of the room, till he came to a chair in the corner, and sat. They just stared at each other for a while, no one spoke or moved till Bruce asked. “ So, you— are you ok?”
Lex looked down at his feet, and fidgeted with an invisible piece of fuzz, and spoke low and expressionless. “ Of course. Why shouldn’t I--”
Bruce was on him instantly, snarling with rage, one hand shoved him back in the chair hard enough to smack his head against the wall, the other twisted in his shirt.
“ Stop! Get *off*!” Lex was bright red, and his voice wavered.
Bruce shook him and hissed in his face,” Why? Why do you let him do it?”
“ What the hell are you talking--”
“I was there, I saw—“ He shook him again, “Everything. Every-fucking- thing, you hear me?”
Lex was white, his lips paler as he bit at them; he seemed to shrink in Bruce’s grip. “I have to—he needs--”
Bruce yelled, “WHAT!” He started to drag Lex out of the chair when he suddenly exploded, struggled like a mad thing to get loose; he jerked and flailed out and struck Bruce in the face.
“ SHIT!"He tried to grab Lex’s arm, but this time the strike was purposeful; his fist cracked against Bruce’s cheekbone.
He saw stars for a second, and his head swam.
“God *dammit* Lex!” He backhanded the other boy hard; he hit the chair and went over the back. All the fight went out of him; he lay on the floor deflated, motionless.
Bruce dropped to his knees and grabbed Lex’s shoulders. Lex wouldn’t look at him, his eyes were closed and he sighed.
“He told me you’d be like this…told me you’d hate me, not understand.” His voice got louder, stronger. “He told me you’d hate me. He’s right. He’s always right.”
“ I don’t hate you, you asshole! I hate him! He’s the one I blame! I’d *kill* him if I could!”
“ You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! He *loves* me! He does *everything* for me!”
Bruce let Lex’s words wash over him, followed by a wave of anger so hot , it made him burn and shake. He yanked Lex to his feet by his collar, fisted it tight it till the other turned red, but instead of looking distressed, his lips twisted into a smile. Bruce was way beyond furious, beyond reason. He dragged Lex over to the bed, and threw him down, not letting go of his collar. He leaped up and straddled him, ready to yell some sense into him but when he saw how frightened Lex seemed to be Bruce loosened his grip…and then, he did that *thing* again—
Lex lay back, every inch of him screamed touch me, feel me… he rolled his hips and pushed Bruce forward a bit and before Bruce could stop him, slid his hands up over his thighs and cupped his crotch. Bruce’s hands dropped down over Lex’s to pull them away, but Lex pressed down in a slow sweep over his dick and Bruce was hard in a moment, he had to push into it, his body was greedy for it.
Shit! He just touches me and I get hard, just this once, just right now, and we can talk--
“FUCK! Fuck! !” Bruce yelled furious. “Don’t fucking do that! Don’t touch me like that….”
Lex looked shocked. “ But you want it, I can tell-- you’ve wanted it for a long time, haven’t you? Take it, everyone else has!” He made a sound that was supposed to be a laugh.
Bruce leaned over him and said quietly, “ Please stop. You’re going to make me cry. Or beat you. I can’t decide….”
Lex shook all over and closed his eyes.
Still TBC...
are they ever going to do it? sheesh!
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7/20/04 05:32 pm (UTC)*whines*
Roooooooooxy!!! Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiix it!!!
:)
*bounce*
Seriously? Lurve it, but teh Angst!!!
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