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roxyRake The Moon
He slept hard that night. He heard nothing, not Lionel leaving, not Alfred arriving. When he woke up he was alone and had a moment of panic before he remembered that *He* was gone and Lex was safe.
He was still yawning when he made his way to the dining room, the shower having done little to wake him up, or by the look on Lex’s face, make him presentable…
All other thoughts flew out of his head when he saw Alfred. He ran up to him and threw himself in his lap. Just like he used to do when he was a little kid, and bullies had picked on him, or he’d scraped his knee—and if he was perfectly honest with himself, a tear or two may have escaped his eyes, but he’d rather have died, or made someone else die, than own up to it.
Alfred hugged him back, and some of the horrible stress and strain, the nightmare quality of the last few days, finally began to ease. H e could finally believe that things were going to get better.
Lex had jumped up when he saw Bruce throw himself on the man, and was visibly upset when he heard Bruce let out a little sob—he looked as if he wasn’t sure if he should join in the hug, or save Bruce from the older man—Alfred let him go and Bruce whirled around and grabbed Lex into a tight hug.
Alfred looked on with a not altogether happy expression.
After a brief bit, Alfred coughed, and the boys turned their attention to him.
“Well, we’ve succeeded in getting Lionel to agree to our requests.” Both the young men grinned at the word ‘request’.
“Yes. Well, call it what you will, Lionel has given us everything we wanted. Young Dominic included.” He shook his head, and went on. “I wish to speak to each of you separately. You can discuss what I tell you after, but I feel it best to do it this way.” He smiled to reassure them. “First, let’s eat this really fine breakfast…I must speak to the Cook about coming with us. And where is Dominic?” Alfred asked.
Bruce shrugged. “He’s probably sleeping in. It’s been hard on him, and Lionel…gave him a real—hard time last night,” he finished a bit lamely. He cut his eyes toward Lex and caught him staring a bit open mouthed at Bruce. He flushed pink and jerked his eyes away when he noticed Bruce looking. Alfred sighed.
Picked up his fork and gestured to the both of them that they should eat also.
*************************
It was with an unspoken agreement that they ended up having their discussion on the patio. It was the only part of the place that Bruce, and even Lex, felt secure in. Alfred looked at Bruce for longer than was completely comfortable for the young man. He was starting to fidget slightly when Alfred began to speak.
“Well. I’ve spoken to Lex, now it’s your turn. I want you to know that for all intents and purposes, Lex is our responsibility now...”
He leaned back in his chair, and looked very tired for a moment, and it occurred to Bruce for the first time that Alfred was mortal, and he was scared, really scared; he had to breathe deeply once or twice before the feeling passed. Alfred was saying something about Lex, but he didn’t want to explain why he hadn’t heard him or ask him to repeat himself so he just nodded and hoped it was the right response.
“He’s a very wounded young man. It might take years for him to fully trust another person. It astonishes me how much he trusts you, and by extension, me.”
He shook his head in wonder before continuing.
“The idea of the two of you …does not fill me with joy.” He held up his hand to stop Bruce, who had jumped up with an angry look on his face. “We’ve always been honest with each other, always told the truth. It’s an important part of who we are. I’m not going to start lying to you now. Is this what I would have chosen for you? No. But it’s who you are and I respect that.”
Bruce sat on the edge of his chair, his forearms resting on his knees and his head hanging down, so Alfred couldn’t see his face. His heart hurt, he’d thought that Alfred knew and was fine with it--he’d hoped he might even be happy for him, because his boyfriend was so very beautiful, as beautiful as--as the sun -- Damn. --- He could feel his eyes prickling and he swore he wasn’t going to cry like an asshole. He felt movement at his side, and a hand landed softly on the back of his head.
“Here’s another truth. I love you, and nothing could ever, * ever* change that. Nothing in the world would ever take me from you, nothing could ever make me *not* love you, understand?”
Bruce nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
“Since your parents –died, and I’ve been responsible for you, there’s been nothing more important to me then your welfare, your happiness. I hope you know that. Raising a child is hard. Watching them grow away from you is harder but also, wonderful.
I’m so very proud of you, Bruce.”
Alfred patted his head, spoke quietly. “Bruce, this is not going to get easier. It would be lovely to have a fairy tale ending but Lex is a very troubled young man, and I worry about you. How this is going to affect you. Because it will, you know. The saving grace is that Lex is an unusually strong person. I don’t think I’ve ever met a braver man.”
Bruce looked up at Alfred and smiled. Ok. He *was* on his side and Lex’s too. -- One thing at a time. —If he knew Lex, Alfred would be wound around his little finger in no time. He stood up and hugged Alfred hard. “Thank you. Thank you for believing in me.”
Alfred stepped back and gave Bruce a look that on him, was astonishment. “Why, of course, Master Bruce, why ever would I not?”
***********************
Alfred had left the next morning after making arrangements with Dominic to take care of the apartment. They decided he’d let his own place go, and stay there full-time. Lionel had no intention of returning, and in fact had given the apartment to Lex. When he came of age, it would be his. In the meantime, he’d be staying at school and or staying with Bruce and Alfred and that was a condition that Bruce heartily approved of until Alfred brought up the subject of rules…and limitations.
Lex argued vehemently against rules, claiming that at school they were together all the time and he had no plans to be knitting of an evening, but Alfred was firm. This was the way it was going to be, and no amount of pouting on Lex’s part would change a thing.
Bruce smiled. Alfred didn’t know it but he was lost…Lex would find that little chink in his armor and work his way in—Alfred already knew what cookies were Lex’s favorites and was totally under the impression he’d *asked* for the information.
Before he left, Alfred reminded them to be ready to come home in two days. That would give Lex time to pack up what he wanted, and for Dominic to handle his business. The young man hadn’t spoken to either of the boys since the night Lionel left, and seemed to be particularly avoiding Lex. He didn’t react at all to Bruce, appearing to have mentally dismissed him entirely.
Bruce was completely ok with that—If I never have to deal with that fuck again in this lifetime, that suits me fine, I know he’ll never talk to Lex again, as long as I’ve got something to say about it---
“Lex. Before I go, I want to say something to you. Just a little thing to think about. Your father—well, we spoke of that already. But one thought you might want to keep with you---he sent you away. He kept you at boarding schools, and not necessarily because he didn’t want to raise you. He might have been trying to protect you, in his own way…Well. I’m sure I’m saying that badly—I just wanted to--”
Lex cut in. “I think I understand what you’re trying to say, Alfred. Thank you.” He shook Alfred’s hand, and then on impulse, pulled him into a hug. Alfred hugged back, and squeezed his shoulder briefly when he released him, and gave him a little smile.
When Alfred was gone Bruce turned to Lex in astonishment.
"Holy fuck! You made him blush! I can’t believe it!” He stared at Lex in open admiration. “This? Is going to be so cool! You just broke his British, man!”
Lex looked back, once again in control. He nodded, and said, “He’s a remarkable man. You know Bruce, when I rule the world, I want Alfred to be right there with me.” Bruce started to laugh, but Lex looked completely serious.
Bruce hesitated, opened his mouth to say –something, till he noticed that Lex’s eyes were shining, and he finally broke into a laugh.
“Jeez, Bruce, you’re so easy! Idiot!”
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Bruce liked the idea that the entire place was theirs for the day. No one but Lex and him and junk food and TV and well, Lex’s comics but ok, he had the TV and whatever he wanted to watch…which at this moment was Lex heading toward the garden shower in –a towel…
His mouth was instantly dry, and his mind sent wonderful messages to him.
He ran to the doors and slipped through, padded out to the shower enclosure. He stood outside of the latticework wall and watched as Lex let the water pour over him, gilding him and making him gleam like polished marble. He turned under the shower, arms raised and back arched a bit. The water sprayed away from him in arcs where it hit his body. Bruce inhaled too fast; he had to get closer, and came around the edge, stood in the entryway. Lex looked at him, blinking away the drops that clung to his eyelashes and he smiled, a bright happy smile that was inviting, open and carrying nothing with it but joy in the moment. He held his arms out to Bruce, and Bruce had to touch his own chest; he thought his heart would stop. Stop because there was no way this life could get better. There was no way he could be happier than to see Lex look at him with eyes shining with—love, something like it anyway. No way in hell was he about to pick it apart. Besides, his dick was telling him to shut the fuck up and get under the water--
He got in, pulling off his tee and kicking his shorts into the corner. He had to get to Lex before he changed his mind. Leaned into him and pressed his lips against Lex’s and hummed when Lex kissed back. It was hot---and strangely innocent at the same time.
An armful of naked Lex took his mind to other places quickly, when he felt the heat of his dick against his leg he was more than ready to let all feeling of innocence go. Lex grinned at him and licked water off his chest, stopping to run his lips softly over the little diamond of hair there. He licked and teased at it, and sucked water off his nipples, licking and sucking till Bruce thought he would pass out from the sensation. He took Lex in his hand and grinned when his head snapped back and he *pushed* into his hand. Bruce cupped his head and brought his mouth back to his, let Lex bite and suck on his lips, pull and yank on the hair plastered to his forehead by the water as he worked his hand up and down the shaft, and rubbed over the head with his thumb and pressed gently against the slit. He looked down in wonder, fascinated at the feel of another man’s penis in his hand, amazed that he was making Lex moan so loud and clutch so wildly at him. He was making him feel good, and the thought made him hot and hard and he felt like a god. Lex groaned and thrust, shallow little movements that did more to tease him than offer relief. He stroked Bruce a little, just gliding his fingers on the shaft, reaching lower and palming his balls. Bruce held his breath, and Lex tugged at the hair, and scratched gently over the water soaked curls. He moaned low and leaned forward, nibbling at Lex’s throat, and gasped when Lex reached back and rubbed a finger slowly over his hole—oh…oh that feels—he reached out blindly to shut the water off and moved back, with his hand still wrapped around Lex’s dick, pressed thigh to thigh and belly to belly he walked him back until his knees hit the ledge in the shower and he had to sit. He dropped to his knees in front of him and slid his hands up and down Lex’s thighs --god .god, oh shit—he leaned closer, Lex’s dick leaped at the movement and a glistening string spun out from the tip of his dick to his thigh and Bruce put out his tongue to capture it and Lex –froze—gasped—and yelled when Bruce sucked the head between his lips,
“Oh, fuck stop, I’m going to come right now!” and Bruce wondered how in the world he possibly could.
Lex ‘s breath hitched and gasped and he asked Bruce “Who--” and Bruce stopped long enough to say, “ No one, only you, first time ever ” murmured the words against his dick and Lex shook from head to toe, grabbed Bruce’s shoulders and thrust up “—God, now, watch, stop, stop...” Bruce wouldn’t stop; Lex couldn’t stop and came in Bruce’s mouth with a hoarse cry.
Bruce was startled into pulling back and it poured over his tongue and he swallowed it all and thought --I did that, me, I made him—oh shit! I made him cry—
He jumped up and grabbed Lex into a hug, “I’m sorry, don’t cry, don’t cry please! What did I do wrong? I’ll fix it--”
Lex leaned on him and shook. “Oh, shit, * I’m* sorry! I’m –I don’t know why I’m crying so mu-much lately—it’s just, I never felt that way before. I’ve never felt safe before.”
He raised his head and looked into Bruce’s eyes. “Thank you for loving me.”
Bruce laughed at him. “You don’t thank someone for loving them, just love them back!”
Lex smiled and pushed his head under Bruce’s chin.
“You’re right,” he murmured.” You’re always right.”
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Out of the shower and under the awning, Bruce knelt and rubbed a towel gently over Lex’s chest and across his stomach, wiping and patting him dry. He worked his way down his thighs and watched Lex glow, and stretch like a cat. He turned him around and began toweling his back, working up his legs and across his ass. Lex sighed as the towel rubbed lightly across him, and sighed again when Bruce applied a little more pressure. He bent forward slightly and swayed to the pressure of Bruce’s hands like he had no bones, just riding waves of sensation, crooning softly to himself and, Bruce decided with a smile, just soaking up the attention like a flower absorbs the rays of the sun. He toweled and stroked the smooth skin of Lex’s ass, it felt nice under his hand, warm and silky, and he couldn’t resist leaning closer and biting him gently on a smooth round cheek, --just like a peach-- he grinned to himself. Lex’s reaction was…wow. He groaned so loud, it was almost a scream, and jackknifed forward. Bruce hissed in a breath—that was hot—and bit him again, not quite so gently. Lex sobbed and grabbed for the chair in front of him, and his legs slid farther apart. Bruce stared for a moment, asked himself what he thought he could do—I know he likes this...but…but Lex likes it…damn, ok —he closed his eye and tentatively lapped at the little ring of muscle and –not thinking…not thinking, oh—Lex shook all over and made a noise that Bruce figured would pretty damn much give a dead man a hard on. He lapped a little harder, twisting his tongue against the hole and now he had to hold his hips tight because Lex couldn’t keep still, and the sound—every noise that came out of his mouth sizzled straight to his groin. Bruce’s dick was drooling precome down his leg and Lex was sobbing and calling out his name, Bruce knew without a doubt, he had to fuck him, and Lex ground out, “Oh, hell yeah fuck me right now.”
His voice was gravelly and deep and it made Bruce’s dick jump again-- Fuck, I didn’t know I said that out loud, but good—“How?” Lex fished about in the seat of the chair he had a death grip on and slapped a bottle of lotion at Bruce’s hand.
“Wow, Bruce said shakily,” You’re like a boy scout--”
Lex snorted. “Idiot” and Bruce laughed, pleased with himself. He was doing good if Lex called him an idiot. He slathered lotion on himself –shitohfuckdontcome--- he had no idea how much to use, but he figured it should be a lot, and then Lex groaned, “Bruce… come on, it’s not rocket science…”
and he lined up his dick with that little hole and --FUCK! -- Lex thanked him over and over, and Bruce pushed deeper, slipping deeper into the heat and just felt it on every single square inch of him, heat and pressure and the slick slide in and the reluctant release as he pulled out and Lex was wrapped around him and he was fucking Lex, Lex and Lex was coming; he felt it and heard it and how did that happen and in the next instant he knew how it happened, everything was pouring out of him; words that ripped out of him and flew upwards to tell heaven how much he loved, every breath, every muscle, every cell!-- worked to one goal, the biggest fucking orgasm of all time—it had to be…
He floated up out of a sea of gray warmth, wonderfully aching, sated and grinning from ear to ear, before he was hit with a wave of guilt—damn, all he could really remember was some noise he thought may have been Lex, shit, he had no idea if it was really ok for him and whether he’d really come or not—what kind of asshole would forget about their lover like that?
One look at Lex’s face sent relief flooding through him.
“Lex. Now I know what they mean when they say someone looks like ‘the cat that ate the canary’.”
Lex laughed. “Where do you hear stuff like that? Thought you didn’t listen to the Old Dead TV Show channel, or do you just have a *really* old brain?”
Bruce started to say the only thing he ever had in head was Lex and the only thoughts he had were of his love for him, but he stopped and just smiled instead.
Lex didn’t love him like that and that was ok. If he ever did, than it would be more than he ever deserved; if he never did, that was ok too. Whatever Fate or Destiny or what the fuck had in store for them didn’t concern Bruce at that moment.
For now, Lex was all his, he’d caught the moon, and he was going to hang on for as long and as hard as he could.
July24-2004
He slept hard that night. He heard nothing, not Lionel leaving, not Alfred arriving. When he woke up he was alone and had a moment of panic before he remembered that *He* was gone and Lex was safe.
He was still yawning when he made his way to the dining room, the shower having done little to wake him up, or by the look on Lex’s face, make him presentable…
All other thoughts flew out of his head when he saw Alfred. He ran up to him and threw himself in his lap. Just like he used to do when he was a little kid, and bullies had picked on him, or he’d scraped his knee—and if he was perfectly honest with himself, a tear or two may have escaped his eyes, but he’d rather have died, or made someone else die, than own up to it.
Alfred hugged him back, and some of the horrible stress and strain, the nightmare quality of the last few days, finally began to ease. H e could finally believe that things were going to get better.
Lex had jumped up when he saw Bruce throw himself on the man, and was visibly upset when he heard Bruce let out a little sob—he looked as if he wasn’t sure if he should join in the hug, or save Bruce from the older man—Alfred let him go and Bruce whirled around and grabbed Lex into a tight hug.
Alfred looked on with a not altogether happy expression.
After a brief bit, Alfred coughed, and the boys turned their attention to him.
“Well, we’ve succeeded in getting Lionel to agree to our requests.” Both the young men grinned at the word ‘request’.
“Yes. Well, call it what you will, Lionel has given us everything we wanted. Young Dominic included.” He shook his head, and went on. “I wish to speak to each of you separately. You can discuss what I tell you after, but I feel it best to do it this way.” He smiled to reassure them. “First, let’s eat this really fine breakfast…I must speak to the Cook about coming with us. And where is Dominic?” Alfred asked.
Bruce shrugged. “He’s probably sleeping in. It’s been hard on him, and Lionel…gave him a real—hard time last night,” he finished a bit lamely. He cut his eyes toward Lex and caught him staring a bit open mouthed at Bruce. He flushed pink and jerked his eyes away when he noticed Bruce looking. Alfred sighed.
Picked up his fork and gestured to the both of them that they should eat also.
*************************
It was with an unspoken agreement that they ended up having their discussion on the patio. It was the only part of the place that Bruce, and even Lex, felt secure in. Alfred looked at Bruce for longer than was completely comfortable for the young man. He was starting to fidget slightly when Alfred began to speak.
“Well. I’ve spoken to Lex, now it’s your turn. I want you to know that for all intents and purposes, Lex is our responsibility now...”
He leaned back in his chair, and looked very tired for a moment, and it occurred to Bruce for the first time that Alfred was mortal, and he was scared, really scared; he had to breathe deeply once or twice before the feeling passed. Alfred was saying something about Lex, but he didn’t want to explain why he hadn’t heard him or ask him to repeat himself so he just nodded and hoped it was the right response.
“He’s a very wounded young man. It might take years for him to fully trust another person. It astonishes me how much he trusts you, and by extension, me.”
He shook his head in wonder before continuing.
“The idea of the two of you …does not fill me with joy.” He held up his hand to stop Bruce, who had jumped up with an angry look on his face. “We’ve always been honest with each other, always told the truth. It’s an important part of who we are. I’m not going to start lying to you now. Is this what I would have chosen for you? No. But it’s who you are and I respect that.”
Bruce sat on the edge of his chair, his forearms resting on his knees and his head hanging down, so Alfred couldn’t see his face. His heart hurt, he’d thought that Alfred knew and was fine with it--he’d hoped he might even be happy for him, because his boyfriend was so very beautiful, as beautiful as--as the sun -- Damn. --- He could feel his eyes prickling and he swore he wasn’t going to cry like an asshole. He felt movement at his side, and a hand landed softly on the back of his head.
“Here’s another truth. I love you, and nothing could ever, * ever* change that. Nothing in the world would ever take me from you, nothing could ever make me *not* love you, understand?”
Bruce nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
“Since your parents –died, and I’ve been responsible for you, there’s been nothing more important to me then your welfare, your happiness. I hope you know that. Raising a child is hard. Watching them grow away from you is harder but also, wonderful.
I’m so very proud of you, Bruce.”
Alfred patted his head, spoke quietly. “Bruce, this is not going to get easier. It would be lovely to have a fairy tale ending but Lex is a very troubled young man, and I worry about you. How this is going to affect you. Because it will, you know. The saving grace is that Lex is an unusually strong person. I don’t think I’ve ever met a braver man.”
Bruce looked up at Alfred and smiled. Ok. He *was* on his side and Lex’s too. -- One thing at a time. —If he knew Lex, Alfred would be wound around his little finger in no time. He stood up and hugged Alfred hard. “Thank you. Thank you for believing in me.”
Alfred stepped back and gave Bruce a look that on him, was astonishment. “Why, of course, Master Bruce, why ever would I not?”
***********************
Alfred had left the next morning after making arrangements with Dominic to take care of the apartment. They decided he’d let his own place go, and stay there full-time. Lionel had no intention of returning, and in fact had given the apartment to Lex. When he came of age, it would be his. In the meantime, he’d be staying at school and or staying with Bruce and Alfred and that was a condition that Bruce heartily approved of until Alfred brought up the subject of rules…and limitations.
Lex argued vehemently against rules, claiming that at school they were together all the time and he had no plans to be knitting of an evening, but Alfred was firm. This was the way it was going to be, and no amount of pouting on Lex’s part would change a thing.
Bruce smiled. Alfred didn’t know it but he was lost…Lex would find that little chink in his armor and work his way in—Alfred already knew what cookies were Lex’s favorites and was totally under the impression he’d *asked* for the information.
Before he left, Alfred reminded them to be ready to come home in two days. That would give Lex time to pack up what he wanted, and for Dominic to handle his business. The young man hadn’t spoken to either of the boys since the night Lionel left, and seemed to be particularly avoiding Lex. He didn’t react at all to Bruce, appearing to have mentally dismissed him entirely.
Bruce was completely ok with that—If I never have to deal with that fuck again in this lifetime, that suits me fine, I know he’ll never talk to Lex again, as long as I’ve got something to say about it---
“Lex. Before I go, I want to say something to you. Just a little thing to think about. Your father—well, we spoke of that already. But one thought you might want to keep with you---he sent you away. He kept you at boarding schools, and not necessarily because he didn’t want to raise you. He might have been trying to protect you, in his own way…Well. I’m sure I’m saying that badly—I just wanted to--”
Lex cut in. “I think I understand what you’re trying to say, Alfred. Thank you.” He shook Alfred’s hand, and then on impulse, pulled him into a hug. Alfred hugged back, and squeezed his shoulder briefly when he released him, and gave him a little smile.
When Alfred was gone Bruce turned to Lex in astonishment.
"Holy fuck! You made him blush! I can’t believe it!” He stared at Lex in open admiration. “This? Is going to be so cool! You just broke his British, man!”
Lex looked back, once again in control. He nodded, and said, “He’s a remarkable man. You know Bruce, when I rule the world, I want Alfred to be right there with me.” Bruce started to laugh, but Lex looked completely serious.
Bruce hesitated, opened his mouth to say –something, till he noticed that Lex’s eyes were shining, and he finally broke into a laugh.
“Jeez, Bruce, you’re so easy! Idiot!”
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Bruce liked the idea that the entire place was theirs for the day. No one but Lex and him and junk food and TV and well, Lex’s comics but ok, he had the TV and whatever he wanted to watch…which at this moment was Lex heading toward the garden shower in –a towel…
His mouth was instantly dry, and his mind sent wonderful messages to him.
He ran to the doors and slipped through, padded out to the shower enclosure. He stood outside of the latticework wall and watched as Lex let the water pour over him, gilding him and making him gleam like polished marble. He turned under the shower, arms raised and back arched a bit. The water sprayed away from him in arcs where it hit his body. Bruce inhaled too fast; he had to get closer, and came around the edge, stood in the entryway. Lex looked at him, blinking away the drops that clung to his eyelashes and he smiled, a bright happy smile that was inviting, open and carrying nothing with it but joy in the moment. He held his arms out to Bruce, and Bruce had to touch his own chest; he thought his heart would stop. Stop because there was no way this life could get better. There was no way he could be happier than to see Lex look at him with eyes shining with—love, something like it anyway. No way in hell was he about to pick it apart. Besides, his dick was telling him to shut the fuck up and get under the water--
He got in, pulling off his tee and kicking his shorts into the corner. He had to get to Lex before he changed his mind. Leaned into him and pressed his lips against Lex’s and hummed when Lex kissed back. It was hot---and strangely innocent at the same time.
An armful of naked Lex took his mind to other places quickly, when he felt the heat of his dick against his leg he was more than ready to let all feeling of innocence go. Lex grinned at him and licked water off his chest, stopping to run his lips softly over the little diamond of hair there. He licked and teased at it, and sucked water off his nipples, licking and sucking till Bruce thought he would pass out from the sensation. He took Lex in his hand and grinned when his head snapped back and he *pushed* into his hand. Bruce cupped his head and brought his mouth back to his, let Lex bite and suck on his lips, pull and yank on the hair plastered to his forehead by the water as he worked his hand up and down the shaft, and rubbed over the head with his thumb and pressed gently against the slit. He looked down in wonder, fascinated at the feel of another man’s penis in his hand, amazed that he was making Lex moan so loud and clutch so wildly at him. He was making him feel good, and the thought made him hot and hard and he felt like a god. Lex groaned and thrust, shallow little movements that did more to tease him than offer relief. He stroked Bruce a little, just gliding his fingers on the shaft, reaching lower and palming his balls. Bruce held his breath, and Lex tugged at the hair, and scratched gently over the water soaked curls. He moaned low and leaned forward, nibbling at Lex’s throat, and gasped when Lex reached back and rubbed a finger slowly over his hole—oh…oh that feels—he reached out blindly to shut the water off and moved back, with his hand still wrapped around Lex’s dick, pressed thigh to thigh and belly to belly he walked him back until his knees hit the ledge in the shower and he had to sit. He dropped to his knees in front of him and slid his hands up and down Lex’s thighs --god .god, oh shit—he leaned closer, Lex’s dick leaped at the movement and a glistening string spun out from the tip of his dick to his thigh and Bruce put out his tongue to capture it and Lex –froze—gasped—and yelled when Bruce sucked the head between his lips,
“Oh, fuck stop, I’m going to come right now!” and Bruce wondered how in the world he possibly could.
Lex ‘s breath hitched and gasped and he asked Bruce “Who--” and Bruce stopped long enough to say, “ No one, only you, first time ever ” murmured the words against his dick and Lex shook from head to toe, grabbed Bruce’s shoulders and thrust up “—God, now, watch, stop, stop...” Bruce wouldn’t stop; Lex couldn’t stop and came in Bruce’s mouth with a hoarse cry.
Bruce was startled into pulling back and it poured over his tongue and he swallowed it all and thought --I did that, me, I made him—oh shit! I made him cry—
He jumped up and grabbed Lex into a hug, “I’m sorry, don’t cry, don’t cry please! What did I do wrong? I’ll fix it--”
Lex leaned on him and shook. “Oh, shit, * I’m* sorry! I’m –I don’t know why I’m crying so mu-much lately—it’s just, I never felt that way before. I’ve never felt safe before.”
He raised his head and looked into Bruce’s eyes. “Thank you for loving me.”
Bruce laughed at him. “You don’t thank someone for loving them, just love them back!”
Lex smiled and pushed his head under Bruce’s chin.
“You’re right,” he murmured.” You’re always right.”
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Out of the shower and under the awning, Bruce knelt and rubbed a towel gently over Lex’s chest and across his stomach, wiping and patting him dry. He worked his way down his thighs and watched Lex glow, and stretch like a cat. He turned him around and began toweling his back, working up his legs and across his ass. Lex sighed as the towel rubbed lightly across him, and sighed again when Bruce applied a little more pressure. He bent forward slightly and swayed to the pressure of Bruce’s hands like he had no bones, just riding waves of sensation, crooning softly to himself and, Bruce decided with a smile, just soaking up the attention like a flower absorbs the rays of the sun. He toweled and stroked the smooth skin of Lex’s ass, it felt nice under his hand, warm and silky, and he couldn’t resist leaning closer and biting him gently on a smooth round cheek, --just like a peach-- he grinned to himself. Lex’s reaction was…wow. He groaned so loud, it was almost a scream, and jackknifed forward. Bruce hissed in a breath—that was hot—and bit him again, not quite so gently. Lex sobbed and grabbed for the chair in front of him, and his legs slid farther apart. Bruce stared for a moment, asked himself what he thought he could do—I know he likes this...but…but Lex likes it…damn, ok —he closed his eye and tentatively lapped at the little ring of muscle and –not thinking…not thinking, oh—Lex shook all over and made a noise that Bruce figured would pretty damn much give a dead man a hard on. He lapped a little harder, twisting his tongue against the hole and now he had to hold his hips tight because Lex couldn’t keep still, and the sound—every noise that came out of his mouth sizzled straight to his groin. Bruce’s dick was drooling precome down his leg and Lex was sobbing and calling out his name, Bruce knew without a doubt, he had to fuck him, and Lex ground out, “Oh, hell yeah fuck me right now.”
His voice was gravelly and deep and it made Bruce’s dick jump again-- Fuck, I didn’t know I said that out loud, but good—“How?” Lex fished about in the seat of the chair he had a death grip on and slapped a bottle of lotion at Bruce’s hand.
“Wow, Bruce said shakily,” You’re like a boy scout--”
Lex snorted. “Idiot” and Bruce laughed, pleased with himself. He was doing good if Lex called him an idiot. He slathered lotion on himself –shitohfuckdontcome--- he had no idea how much to use, but he figured it should be a lot, and then Lex groaned, “Bruce… come on, it’s not rocket science…”
and he lined up his dick with that little hole and --FUCK! -- Lex thanked him over and over, and Bruce pushed deeper, slipping deeper into the heat and just felt it on every single square inch of him, heat and pressure and the slick slide in and the reluctant release as he pulled out and Lex was wrapped around him and he was fucking Lex, Lex and Lex was coming; he felt it and heard it and how did that happen and in the next instant he knew how it happened, everything was pouring out of him; words that ripped out of him and flew upwards to tell heaven how much he loved, every breath, every muscle, every cell!-- worked to one goal, the biggest fucking orgasm of all time—it had to be…
He floated up out of a sea of gray warmth, wonderfully aching, sated and grinning from ear to ear, before he was hit with a wave of guilt—damn, all he could really remember was some noise he thought may have been Lex, shit, he had no idea if it was really ok for him and whether he’d really come or not—what kind of asshole would forget about their lover like that?
One look at Lex’s face sent relief flooding through him.
“Lex. Now I know what they mean when they say someone looks like ‘the cat that ate the canary’.”
Lex laughed. “Where do you hear stuff like that? Thought you didn’t listen to the Old Dead TV Show channel, or do you just have a *really* old brain?”
Bruce started to say the only thing he ever had in head was Lex and the only thoughts he had were of his love for him, but he stopped and just smiled instead.
Lex didn’t love him like that and that was ok. If he ever did, than it would be more than he ever deserved; if he never did, that was ok too. Whatever Fate or Destiny or what the fuck had in store for them didn’t concern Bruce at that moment.
For now, Lex was all his, he’d caught the moon, and he was going to hang on for as long and as hard as he could.
July24-2004
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