Just Smut...
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roxy...no redeeming value at all--porn for porn's sake.
Let's see how many of my kinks you can catch,yay!
Bruce and Lex in a Book Store...yes, really.
Walking into the huge glass and wood bookstore after the noise, and heat and smells of the busy avenue outside was like walking into a church. Cool, quiet, graced with the smell of polished wood and the smell of books—new, fresh, waiting to be opened—
He got a little flutter of anticipation, the way he always did, when he had no obligations, no Dad hanging over his shoulder, and an entire day to spend in the bookstore if he chose.
After checking at the desk to see if they had the books he’d ordered, a few chemistry texts and a new biography of Alexander the Great, he headed back to the graphic novel section. He’d decided he needed to update his collection and graphic novels were great for just enjoyment.
Comics went into plastic bags and climate-controlled cases; graphic novels went by his bedside.
He walked back to the little cave- like area dotted with comfortable armchairs. They knew what their clientele liked in this store. A few people sat in the chairs or on the floor going through their books and Lex nodded at one or two regulars before heading for his section. The ones he wanted were dead-ended against the wall and he felt a brief flash of annoyance when he noticed some kid was parked nearly in front of the Warrior Angel section.
He was a big guy, with a pile of books at his side. Lex wondered idly if he planned to buy all of them—he looked to have at least a hundred dollars worth of books at his side but he wasn’t dressed like he could afford them—not at all.
Except for his boots, Lex corrected himself. They were sinfully ugly but ungodly expensive.
Once again, his curiosity ruled him. He worked his way over and the guy never looked up so Lex took the opportunity to check him out. He was about Lex’s own age, he guessed, when he shifted to pick up a book, the fall of bangs covering his eyes moved and revealed a startlingly green pair of eyes.
He must have made some kind of noise, because suddenly the kid’s attention was on him. On him, over him –through him—Lex doubted he’d ever been the center of someone’s attention quite like this. He felt absorbed, examined, pinned like a butterfly to cardboard.
“Warrior Angel, hunh?” The guy sneered, and Lex was stung by this dismissal of his taste. The guy was laughing in his face almost! Nervy asshole!
“ Oh, but Captain Marvel?” He put all the icy disdain he could into the statement and waited for a vehement defense.
The guy grinned and suddenly it clicked. He knew who this brat was. Richie Rich—what the fu...Bruce—Bruce Wayne, right.
He looked him over openly and the other smiled back, seeming to preen a bit under Lex’s inspection.
“What happened to your hair,” he asked, after letting Lex check him out thoroughly and watched Lex freeze with a look of mild interest.
“What happened to your manners!” Lex snapped back.
“Don’t have any,” Bruce drawled and stood, walking over to Lex. “So… your hair?”
“Don’t have any.” Lex growled. He didn’t even know why he was answering the punk, who now was definitely in his personal space and beginning to really piss him off.
Bruce leaned in too, too close and whispered, “What, none? Anywhere….” And drew a finger up the outside seam of Lex’s jeans. There was just no way that should have affected him the way it did, but his jeans were suddenly –tighter. He pushed him away with a hand in the middle of a really solid chest.
“Your keepers let you run loose like this…Bruce?”
He barely flinched, just pressed back against Lex’s hand.
“So, you know who I am, and I know who you are. Lex. Now what?” He was so close against Lex that his hand was pressed against his own chest as well as Bruce’s. He was starting to breathe a little heavier, and his dick was definitely stirring.
Brice rocked against him and smiled.
Lex tried for the upper hand. “Look, little kid,” He started and tried to push away, but Bruce laughed and pulled Lex to him with both hands wrapped around his waist.
“I’m only a year younger than you, *and* four inches taller. Little kid” He whispered the last part against Lex’s neck.
Lex shivered and managed to say, “Two years, and no way are you that many inches taller,” before a little moan slipped out of his lips.
Bruce ground his own hard on against Lex’s and tongued his ear. “It’ll feel like a whole lot of inches when you’re on your back.”
Lex was disgusted with himself for getting even harder at what had to be the cheesiest line ever, but the image that voice rasping in his ear brought to mind—Lex became aware that Bruce’s attention was gone from his neck and directed at the end of the shelves.
Someone stood there frozen in shock. Lex started to pull away from Bruce when he caught sight of his expression, and relaxed. Bruce was smiling, with every one of his teeth exposed in a wolf-like grin.
“ What the fuck do you want, “ he asked in a very pleasant tone of voice.”
“Nothing, nothing! The other person backed up quickly and turned to run, ramming into a bookshelf as he did. Lex snickered and Bruce yanked his jaw up and kissed him hard and a little painfully.
He reached down and ran his hand over Lex’s groin, and petted and squeezed him when he came to the hardness there. Lex gasped and moved his hips into it, before sanity returned—“We can’t do this here!”
“Why not,” Bruce asked. “ I always wanted to do it in a bookstore, how about you? Mmmm, Warrior Angel watching you get blown…”
Lex was amused and aroused by the thought, and even more amused when he heard the sound of chairs shifting and people leaving at a fast clip on the other side of the bookshelves.
“The clerk’s are going to come back here, and at the very *least*, never let us in here again!” Lex hissed.
“Come on, that’s not going to happen, besides your Dad will spin it, no worry--”
He ran his fingers in the waist of Lex’s jeans lower and lower till they skimmed his dick and Lex gasped and strained to give him better access.
Bruce dropped his other hand onto Lex’s ass, gripping it like a lifeline, and sucked on his neck, biting and tonguing the bites, till Lex couldn’t keep in the groans. It felt better than any thing he’d ever felt before when Bruce bit down so hard, it felt like his windpipe shifted. His dick jumped and he could feel wetness were it was pressed against the jeans. Bruce kept rubbing that spot, and pushing against Lex. The heat felt so good. He was making so much noise that Bruce moved up from his neck and covered his mouth, laughing into it, while he pulled the zipper on his jeans down, and slid his hand in. Bruce stopped for a moment, made a sound of surprise. “ Nothing underneath, I like that…”
Lex gasped for air, and moaned as Bruce slicked his thumb around the head of his drooling dick. He groaned and scrabbled at Bruce’s pants, he couldn’t find the little metal tab, and he was beginning to hate those pants with a passion. Bruce took pity on him and unzipped his own pants and grabbed Lex’s hand before he could move further. Bruce rubbed his thumb in the middle of his palm ‘till the finger’s opened and Lex shivered as he was guided into the open pants past the slit in the boxers, until he was touching smooth warm flesh. He squeezed lightly and relished the gasp he wrung from the other. Bruce faltered a moment in his movements and then picked up a bit of speed.
Lex stopped him. “Dry—do you –stupid, never mind.” Bruce reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny pot of lip balm. Lex shrugged and said, “ Hey. It can’t hurt…is it mentholated?”
Bruce looked at him like he was an idiot, before digging out most of the balm and began smoothing it over Lex. Lex gasped and ground out, “ Yeah, that works--” and thrust hard into Bruce’s hand.
Bruce gathered both of them into one large warm hand and jerked his hips, Lex hissed at the sensation, hand around him, Bruce’s dick rubbing against him, the ridge catching on him and wringing little groans from him .He was so hot, and dizzy; he dropped back against the shelves. His hands shot out behind him and groped about till they caught the edge of the shelf and he held on like a drowning man. Bruce was staring in his eyes, a smile jerking his mouth up and he thrust harder and harder, trying to get more sensation, trying to get closer.
Bruce eyelids were fluttering, he was trying not to close his eyes, and that made Lex groan again. Bruce gasped and bared his teeth, lost rhythm for a moment, “Shit! I’m going to come from looking at you—fuck. You’re –you—"
Lex could feel it, the tension, the build up, he knew that Bruce was going to come--now.
Bruce threw his head back and a strangled groan slipped past his tightly clenched teeth. His dick jerked against Lex’s as come spurt and slid between Bruce’s fingers, into his frantically pumping fist, it slicked Lex even more and a hot wave of excitement slid through his gut. When Bruce slid a come- wet finger under his balls, back and back until it slid into him, Lex couldn’t hold in the shout. He went up on his toes and strained for heaven, he threw his arms around Bruce’s neck, and rode his hand as he came, his throat hurt from trying not to scream; some other sound wrenched out of him, tearing at his throat as it forced it’s way out.
He hung limp in Bruce’s arms, could feel a low laugh rumbling in the big warm chest. Bruce pushed him gently away. Lex felt a stab in his gut when he lifted his hand and licked it as clean as he could. never once raising his eyes to Lex, staring at his hand like he was alone there. Lifted his eyes finally and stared at Lex.
“Do you want to come to my place,” he asked, and wiped his hand on the inside of his shirt.
Lex shoved himself back in his pants and yanked his tee down and hoped it would cover the mess. Bruce looked exactly like someone who had just had sex in a bookstore—his shirt was stained, his pants were wet, his hair was wild from Lex grabbing it. He tucked his shirt into his pants like nothing was wrong, wiped his hand across it again, and rubbed his stomach over the wet mark.
“Come on,” he said, “Help me take this to the registers,” as he grabbed the pile of books on the floor, “And throw yours on there, I’ll get them for you.”
Lex looked toward the registers with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
Bruce looked amused. “Lex—don’t you know holding your head up and denying everything is the best defense? That and being filthy rich will always see you through.”
He grinned that brilliant, white, white smile. “We’ll do an exchange, yah? I’ll teach you how to get away with bloody murder, and you teach me how to make you feel so good.”
Lex thought, ‘And books too? It *is* like heaven…
Let's see how many of my kinks you can catch,yay!
Bruce and Lex in a Book Store...yes, really.
Walking into the huge glass and wood bookstore after the noise, and heat and smells of the busy avenue outside was like walking into a church. Cool, quiet, graced with the smell of polished wood and the smell of books—new, fresh, waiting to be opened—
He got a little flutter of anticipation, the way he always did, when he had no obligations, no Dad hanging over his shoulder, and an entire day to spend in the bookstore if he chose.
After checking at the desk to see if they had the books he’d ordered, a few chemistry texts and a new biography of Alexander the Great, he headed back to the graphic novel section. He’d decided he needed to update his collection and graphic novels were great for just enjoyment.
Comics went into plastic bags and climate-controlled cases; graphic novels went by his bedside.
He walked back to the little cave- like area dotted with comfortable armchairs. They knew what their clientele liked in this store. A few people sat in the chairs or on the floor going through their books and Lex nodded at one or two regulars before heading for his section. The ones he wanted were dead-ended against the wall and he felt a brief flash of annoyance when he noticed some kid was parked nearly in front of the Warrior Angel section.
He was a big guy, with a pile of books at his side. Lex wondered idly if he planned to buy all of them—he looked to have at least a hundred dollars worth of books at his side but he wasn’t dressed like he could afford them—not at all.
Except for his boots, Lex corrected himself. They were sinfully ugly but ungodly expensive.
Once again, his curiosity ruled him. He worked his way over and the guy never looked up so Lex took the opportunity to check him out. He was about Lex’s own age, he guessed, when he shifted to pick up a book, the fall of bangs covering his eyes moved and revealed a startlingly green pair of eyes.
He must have made some kind of noise, because suddenly the kid’s attention was on him. On him, over him –through him—Lex doubted he’d ever been the center of someone’s attention quite like this. He felt absorbed, examined, pinned like a butterfly to cardboard.
“Warrior Angel, hunh?” The guy sneered, and Lex was stung by this dismissal of his taste. The guy was laughing in his face almost! Nervy asshole!
“ Oh, but Captain Marvel?” He put all the icy disdain he could into the statement and waited for a vehement defense.
The guy grinned and suddenly it clicked. He knew who this brat was. Richie Rich—what the fu...Bruce—Bruce Wayne, right.
He looked him over openly and the other smiled back, seeming to preen a bit under Lex’s inspection.
“What happened to your hair,” he asked, after letting Lex check him out thoroughly and watched Lex freeze with a look of mild interest.
“What happened to your manners!” Lex snapped back.
“Don’t have any,” Bruce drawled and stood, walking over to Lex. “So… your hair?”
“Don’t have any.” Lex growled. He didn’t even know why he was answering the punk, who now was definitely in his personal space and beginning to really piss him off.
Bruce leaned in too, too close and whispered, “What, none? Anywhere….” And drew a finger up the outside seam of Lex’s jeans. There was just no way that should have affected him the way it did, but his jeans were suddenly –tighter. He pushed him away with a hand in the middle of a really solid chest.
“Your keepers let you run loose like this…Bruce?”
He barely flinched, just pressed back against Lex’s hand.
“So, you know who I am, and I know who you are. Lex. Now what?” He was so close against Lex that his hand was pressed against his own chest as well as Bruce’s. He was starting to breathe a little heavier, and his dick was definitely stirring.
Brice rocked against him and smiled.
Lex tried for the upper hand. “Look, little kid,” He started and tried to push away, but Bruce laughed and pulled Lex to him with both hands wrapped around his waist.
“I’m only a year younger than you, *and* four inches taller. Little kid” He whispered the last part against Lex’s neck.
Lex shivered and managed to say, “Two years, and no way are you that many inches taller,” before a little moan slipped out of his lips.
Bruce ground his own hard on against Lex’s and tongued his ear. “It’ll feel like a whole lot of inches when you’re on your back.”
Lex was disgusted with himself for getting even harder at what had to be the cheesiest line ever, but the image that voice rasping in his ear brought to mind—Lex became aware that Bruce’s attention was gone from his neck and directed at the end of the shelves.
Someone stood there frozen in shock. Lex started to pull away from Bruce when he caught sight of his expression, and relaxed. Bruce was smiling, with every one of his teeth exposed in a wolf-like grin.
“ What the fuck do you want, “ he asked in a very pleasant tone of voice.”
“Nothing, nothing! The other person backed up quickly and turned to run, ramming into a bookshelf as he did. Lex snickered and Bruce yanked his jaw up and kissed him hard and a little painfully.
He reached down and ran his hand over Lex’s groin, and petted and squeezed him when he came to the hardness there. Lex gasped and moved his hips into it, before sanity returned—“We can’t do this here!”
“Why not,” Bruce asked. “ I always wanted to do it in a bookstore, how about you? Mmmm, Warrior Angel watching you get blown…”
Lex was amused and aroused by the thought, and even more amused when he heard the sound of chairs shifting and people leaving at a fast clip on the other side of the bookshelves.
“The clerk’s are going to come back here, and at the very *least*, never let us in here again!” Lex hissed.
“Come on, that’s not going to happen, besides your Dad will spin it, no worry--”
He ran his fingers in the waist of Lex’s jeans lower and lower till they skimmed his dick and Lex gasped and strained to give him better access.
Bruce dropped his other hand onto Lex’s ass, gripping it like a lifeline, and sucked on his neck, biting and tonguing the bites, till Lex couldn’t keep in the groans. It felt better than any thing he’d ever felt before when Bruce bit down so hard, it felt like his windpipe shifted. His dick jumped and he could feel wetness were it was pressed against the jeans. Bruce kept rubbing that spot, and pushing against Lex. The heat felt so good. He was making so much noise that Bruce moved up from his neck and covered his mouth, laughing into it, while he pulled the zipper on his jeans down, and slid his hand in. Bruce stopped for a moment, made a sound of surprise. “ Nothing underneath, I like that…”
Lex gasped for air, and moaned as Bruce slicked his thumb around the head of his drooling dick. He groaned and scrabbled at Bruce’s pants, he couldn’t find the little metal tab, and he was beginning to hate those pants with a passion. Bruce took pity on him and unzipped his own pants and grabbed Lex’s hand before he could move further. Bruce rubbed his thumb in the middle of his palm ‘till the finger’s opened and Lex shivered as he was guided into the open pants past the slit in the boxers, until he was touching smooth warm flesh. He squeezed lightly and relished the gasp he wrung from the other. Bruce faltered a moment in his movements and then picked up a bit of speed.
Lex stopped him. “Dry—do you –stupid, never mind.” Bruce reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny pot of lip balm. Lex shrugged and said, “ Hey. It can’t hurt…is it mentholated?”
Bruce looked at him like he was an idiot, before digging out most of the balm and began smoothing it over Lex. Lex gasped and ground out, “ Yeah, that works--” and thrust hard into Bruce’s hand.
Bruce gathered both of them into one large warm hand and jerked his hips, Lex hissed at the sensation, hand around him, Bruce’s dick rubbing against him, the ridge catching on him and wringing little groans from him .He was so hot, and dizzy; he dropped back against the shelves. His hands shot out behind him and groped about till they caught the edge of the shelf and he held on like a drowning man. Bruce was staring in his eyes, a smile jerking his mouth up and he thrust harder and harder, trying to get more sensation, trying to get closer.
Bruce eyelids were fluttering, he was trying not to close his eyes, and that made Lex groan again. Bruce gasped and bared his teeth, lost rhythm for a moment, “Shit! I’m going to come from looking at you—fuck. You’re –you—"
Lex could feel it, the tension, the build up, he knew that Bruce was going to come--now.
Bruce threw his head back and a strangled groan slipped past his tightly clenched teeth. His dick jerked against Lex’s as come spurt and slid between Bruce’s fingers, into his frantically pumping fist, it slicked Lex even more and a hot wave of excitement slid through his gut. When Bruce slid a come- wet finger under his balls, back and back until it slid into him, Lex couldn’t hold in the shout. He went up on his toes and strained for heaven, he threw his arms around Bruce’s neck, and rode his hand as he came, his throat hurt from trying not to scream; some other sound wrenched out of him, tearing at his throat as it forced it’s way out.
He hung limp in Bruce’s arms, could feel a low laugh rumbling in the big warm chest. Bruce pushed him gently away. Lex felt a stab in his gut when he lifted his hand and licked it as clean as he could. never once raising his eyes to Lex, staring at his hand like he was alone there. Lifted his eyes finally and stared at Lex.
“Do you want to come to my place,” he asked, and wiped his hand on the inside of his shirt.
Lex shoved himself back in his pants and yanked his tee down and hoped it would cover the mess. Bruce looked exactly like someone who had just had sex in a bookstore—his shirt was stained, his pants were wet, his hair was wild from Lex grabbing it. He tucked his shirt into his pants like nothing was wrong, wiped his hand across it again, and rubbed his stomach over the wet mark.
“Come on,” he said, “Help me take this to the registers,” as he grabbed the pile of books on the floor, “And throw yours on there, I’ll get them for you.”
Lex looked toward the registers with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
Bruce looked amused. “Lex—don’t you know holding your head up and denying everything is the best defense? That and being filthy rich will always see you through.”
He grinned that brilliant, white, white smile. “We’ll do an exchange, yah? I’ll teach you how to get away with bloody murder, and you teach me how to make you feel so good.”
Lex thought, ‘And books too? It *is* like heaven…
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8/10/04 12:21 am (UTC)so i can see the bunny biting you in the bookstore the other day... there's roxy standing stock still in the aisle, with her eyes unfocused and far away, with an open mouthed smile and a little bit of drool,and every once in a while a spastic giggle, and a mother steering her child around you, giving you lots of space, and the little girl saying "mommy what's wrong with that lady?" hee!
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8/10/04 12:35 pm (UTC)a mother steering her child around you, giving you lots of space, and the little girl saying "mommy what's wrong with that lady?"
Yes--it was just like that!*snorf*
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8/10/04 05:27 am (UTC)I shall be in my bunk.
*does scramble from chair - no dancing!*
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8/10/04 02:12 pm (UTC)You are the Mistress of Hot Bookstore Sex!! *tm*
Love it.
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8/10/04 03:34 pm (UTC)*Gasps*
Librarys are the best place for it too!
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8/10/04 01:17 pm (UTC)HAHAHAHA! Funniest. damn. image.
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