Click: nc-17...Bruce/Lex...surprise!
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roxyClick. click. “Shit.” click. “Shit.” click.
“Stop.”
“The wind keeps blowing it out.” click.
Bruce stretches, puts down his notebook and pen, and looks at Lex, who smirks, leans forward and cups a hand about the lighter and tries again. click. The flame leaps up, catches the tobacco, flares, he draws in deeply and lets smoke leak out his between his lips and curl out his nostrils, sucks in again, and Bruce smacks his hand so the cigarette goes flying across the sand.
“You dick!” Lex yells— watches the wet sand soak the cigarette.
He glares at Bruce, then peels his lips back in a smile, shakes another out the pack and goes through the performance again.
This time when it catches, Bruce hits him in such a way the cigarette breaks into pieces against his mouth.
“Assshole,” he snarls and rubs his upper lip. “ Knock it off.” He shoves him with not as much force as he’d like to use with a bare foot.
“Stop. You’ll get sand on me.”
Lex looks at him like he’s crazy. “Bruce, we’re on a goddamn beach. Your goddamn beach.” Lex shakes his head, and blows a puff of air out. It’s Bruce logic, and he doesn’t force the issue. Asshole. Reaches for the pack again, gets one as far as his mouth and Bruce loses patience. Slams Lex into the ground so hard, he forgets how to breathe. As he lies there gasping for breath, Bruce says calmly, “ Don’t smoke, Lex. It’s bad for you”
Lex thinks ‘And you’re not?’ as he wheezes in a thin sip of air, not enough—he’d be more moved by Bruce’s show of concern if he wasn’t leaning on his chest, keeping him from pulling in air. Just when his entire world’s been narrowed down to a dream of oxygen Bruce grins and moves, and he draws in a great whooping scream of air.
Bruce looks at him with the Head Tilt of Why, as Lex has come to call it.
“Why do you do it? Why do you do things that are harmful to you, Lex?”
“Why do I let you do what you do to me?" Lex makes a sound that’s half laugh, half snarl. Bruce picks up his pen and swings it between his fingers, smiles. “That’s different,” he says. “I watch out for both of us. I watch out for you. You don’t…know how to do that.”
“Yeah. Oh, by the way, mother-fucker, did I thank you for kid-napping me? I was giving the best party ever, you fuck…I was having a great time--”
Bruce stares at him. “You were throwing up so hard, I thought you were going to break a rib. You were in such bad shape your *father* begged me to get you…those ‘friends’ of yours were so scared they *called* your *father,* Lex.”
“Yeah well, *I* didn’t ask you to get involved. I was handling it.” Lex gets up and walks away from Bruce. It’s a real pretty beach, he thinks. How far would I have to walk to get a drink? How far before I could find some people who know how to have fun?
Bruce calls his name and he flips him off as he walks away. He hears him say, “Why do you do it when you know I don’t like it?”
“Who fucking cares what you like or don’t like?”
Footsteps crunch in the sand, and suddenly he’s on his back. Again. Bruce is straddling him and this time at least it didn’t hurt to hit the sand.
Again he asks Lex why. “Because you’re not my boss,” he snaps. Bruce smiles and strokes his lip with his thumb-“I’m not?”-- He strokes his chin, runs his thumb gently back and forth under it till Lex is forced to lift it higher and he’s pissed now and his perfect little white teeth are bared in a feral snarl. Bruce slides his thumb up under his chin and digs in, till the breaths Lex takes are harsh and labored but he doesn’t give. His eyes are the color of a sky before a thunderstorm and Bruce thinks he’s entirely beautiful, tells Lex so. Lex tries to laugh but it catches in his throat. You think I’m beautiful when I can’t breathe. Great.
Bruce finally relents and moves his thumb when Lex’s breath becomes a thin whine. He rocks back onto his thighs and Lex’s eyes close. His teeth are bared still, but he reaches up and curls his hand around the one Bruce has on his neck and strokes his fingers. Bruce slides his hand up Lex’s thigh, and under the leg of his shorts. His fingertips tickle his balls and Lex swats his hand away, gets up, walks a way down the beach and sits again. Lights up a cigarette.
The sun is a bright smear of fire in a white hot sky and when Lex looks up at Bruce, he’s blinded and doesn’t see the hand but feels it and he feels his lip split.
“Shit!” he jumps up and knocks Bruce down, grabs his mouth and his hand fills with blood and he thinks there’s another one—one more scar to join the other proofs of Bruce’s love. He leans away from Bruce and spits a mouthful of blood .The cut runs from the center of his lip up underneath and it’s bleeding pretty freely. Damn, he thinks as he explores it with his tongue, that’s definitely going to scar.
Bruce rises to his knees and pulls Lex’s hand s from his face.
“I might have to stitch that.”
Lex growls at him. “ You shit. You hurt me.”
He whirls, snatches up and throws the cigarette pack as far as he can. Bruce watches without a word. Lex drops back down next to him. Bruce is still staring in the direction Lex threw the pack.
“It’s empty isn’t it?”
Lex can’t help but laugh—and Bruce covers his mouth with his own, using the pressure of his lips to push him back onto the sand. Kisses and swallows and Lex is moaning, surging up against him and thinking, someone’s got to do something about Bruce—god—but not yet! He rolls into Bruce’s hand, when he touches him he’s faint with a hot wash of lust and he’s so hard that it’s ridiculous, and there’s a damp spot on his shorts that Bruce is running his fingers over and over—fuck.
“It’s good? Like that? Let me--” Bruce reaches into his shorts, touches him, slowly teasing his fingers up to the leaking head of his dick, and touches himself as he’s doing it. Lex lets a little noise escape, grabs at Bruce’s wrist with one hand and yanks his shorts down with the other---shit stop fucking around, he wants to say, but chokes on the blood that’s run down into his throat.
Bruce pulls him up and lets him rest against him till he can breathe again and then slides a hand into the back of his shorts. He strokes a finger gently over his hole, tenderly, over and over until Lex’s every muscle is taut and quivering and he’s pushing back against Bruce’s finger and rocking forward against Bruce’s erection. He’s gasping and shaking because it’s so exciting-- out in the open, in bright sun and nobody's *going* to come by, but to think someone might—he groans so loud it makes Bruce gasp and god-- he’s fucking him with his fingers and opening the cut with his mouth and blood is everywhere. He smacks Bruce’s hand away from himself and takes over, hard and off rhythm and not quite wet enough and Bruce is grunting in his mouth, against his neck, on his shoulder, mouth slipping in blood and spit and fucking hard into his hand—fire is spreading from his ass, his dick, his gut …Bruce hits that spot again and again and licks his face and neck and the sound of him moaning and swallowing, his fingers burning and stretching and fucking him makes Lex lose it, his dick spurts come but his brain tells him it’s his life—he’s coming so hard that in the moment before he’s completely incoherent he’s truly afraid he’s going to die, that his heart will stop, and then he feels the wet heat of Bruce’s come, Bruce’s dick jerks , filling Lex’s hand and his shorts—he’s nearly screaming and… it’s-- so—fucking—hot.
Lex comes back to himself, and snorts at Bruce, he’s laying stretched out and his arms flung wide. Lex let a little trickle of fondness work it’s way through him before brushing it aside and starting to scheme how to punish Bruce for not letting him kill himself the way he wants to.
So , I worked over it to make it not disturbing, and a tad less perverse.It could be somewhat sweet?
“Stop.”
“The wind keeps blowing it out.” click.
Bruce stretches, puts down his notebook and pen, and looks at Lex, who smirks, leans forward and cups a hand about the lighter and tries again. click. The flame leaps up, catches the tobacco, flares, he draws in deeply and lets smoke leak out his between his lips and curl out his nostrils, sucks in again, and Bruce smacks his hand so the cigarette goes flying across the sand.
“You dick!” Lex yells— watches the wet sand soak the cigarette.
He glares at Bruce, then peels his lips back in a smile, shakes another out the pack and goes through the performance again.
This time when it catches, Bruce hits him in such a way the cigarette breaks into pieces against his mouth.
“Assshole,” he snarls and rubs his upper lip. “ Knock it off.” He shoves him with not as much force as he’d like to use with a bare foot.
“Stop. You’ll get sand on me.”
Lex looks at him like he’s crazy. “Bruce, we’re on a goddamn beach. Your goddamn beach.” Lex shakes his head, and blows a puff of air out. It’s Bruce logic, and he doesn’t force the issue. Asshole. Reaches for the pack again, gets one as far as his mouth and Bruce loses patience. Slams Lex into the ground so hard, he forgets how to breathe. As he lies there gasping for breath, Bruce says calmly, “ Don’t smoke, Lex. It’s bad for you”
Lex thinks ‘And you’re not?’ as he wheezes in a thin sip of air, not enough—he’d be more moved by Bruce’s show of concern if he wasn’t leaning on his chest, keeping him from pulling in air. Just when his entire world’s been narrowed down to a dream of oxygen Bruce grins and moves, and he draws in a great whooping scream of air.
Bruce looks at him with the Head Tilt of Why, as Lex has come to call it.
“Why do you do it? Why do you do things that are harmful to you, Lex?”
“Why do I let you do what you do to me?" Lex makes a sound that’s half laugh, half snarl. Bruce picks up his pen and swings it between his fingers, smiles. “That’s different,” he says. “I watch out for both of us. I watch out for you. You don’t…know how to do that.”
“Yeah. Oh, by the way, mother-fucker, did I thank you for kid-napping me? I was giving the best party ever, you fuck…I was having a great time--”
Bruce stares at him. “You were throwing up so hard, I thought you were going to break a rib. You were in such bad shape your *father* begged me to get you…those ‘friends’ of yours were so scared they *called* your *father,* Lex.”
“Yeah well, *I* didn’t ask you to get involved. I was handling it.” Lex gets up and walks away from Bruce. It’s a real pretty beach, he thinks. How far would I have to walk to get a drink? How far before I could find some people who know how to have fun?
Bruce calls his name and he flips him off as he walks away. He hears him say, “Why do you do it when you know I don’t like it?”
“Who fucking cares what you like or don’t like?”
Footsteps crunch in the sand, and suddenly he’s on his back. Again. Bruce is straddling him and this time at least it didn’t hurt to hit the sand.
Again he asks Lex why. “Because you’re not my boss,” he snaps. Bruce smiles and strokes his lip with his thumb-“I’m not?”-- He strokes his chin, runs his thumb gently back and forth under it till Lex is forced to lift it higher and he’s pissed now and his perfect little white teeth are bared in a feral snarl. Bruce slides his thumb up under his chin and digs in, till the breaths Lex takes are harsh and labored but he doesn’t give. His eyes are the color of a sky before a thunderstorm and Bruce thinks he’s entirely beautiful, tells Lex so. Lex tries to laugh but it catches in his throat. You think I’m beautiful when I can’t breathe. Great.
Bruce finally relents and moves his thumb when Lex’s breath becomes a thin whine. He rocks back onto his thighs and Lex’s eyes close. His teeth are bared still, but he reaches up and curls his hand around the one Bruce has on his neck and strokes his fingers. Bruce slides his hand up Lex’s thigh, and under the leg of his shorts. His fingertips tickle his balls and Lex swats his hand away, gets up, walks a way down the beach and sits again. Lights up a cigarette.
The sun is a bright smear of fire in a white hot sky and when Lex looks up at Bruce, he’s blinded and doesn’t see the hand but feels it and he feels his lip split.
“Shit!” he jumps up and knocks Bruce down, grabs his mouth and his hand fills with blood and he thinks there’s another one—one more scar to join the other proofs of Bruce’s love. He leans away from Bruce and spits a mouthful of blood .The cut runs from the center of his lip up underneath and it’s bleeding pretty freely. Damn, he thinks as he explores it with his tongue, that’s definitely going to scar.
Bruce rises to his knees and pulls Lex’s hand s from his face.
“I might have to stitch that.”
Lex growls at him. “ You shit. You hurt me.”
He whirls, snatches up and throws the cigarette pack as far as he can. Bruce watches without a word. Lex drops back down next to him. Bruce is still staring in the direction Lex threw the pack.
“It’s empty isn’t it?”
Lex can’t help but laugh—and Bruce covers his mouth with his own, using the pressure of his lips to push him back onto the sand. Kisses and swallows and Lex is moaning, surging up against him and thinking, someone’s got to do something about Bruce—god—but not yet! He rolls into Bruce’s hand, when he touches him he’s faint with a hot wash of lust and he’s so hard that it’s ridiculous, and there’s a damp spot on his shorts that Bruce is running his fingers over and over—fuck.
“It’s good? Like that? Let me--” Bruce reaches into his shorts, touches him, slowly teasing his fingers up to the leaking head of his dick, and touches himself as he’s doing it. Lex lets a little noise escape, grabs at Bruce’s wrist with one hand and yanks his shorts down with the other---shit stop fucking around, he wants to say, but chokes on the blood that’s run down into his throat.
Bruce pulls him up and lets him rest against him till he can breathe again and then slides a hand into the back of his shorts. He strokes a finger gently over his hole, tenderly, over and over until Lex’s every muscle is taut and quivering and he’s pushing back against Bruce’s finger and rocking forward against Bruce’s erection. He’s gasping and shaking because it’s so exciting-- out in the open, in bright sun and nobody's *going* to come by, but to think someone might—he groans so loud it makes Bruce gasp and god-- he’s fucking him with his fingers and opening the cut with his mouth and blood is everywhere. He smacks Bruce’s hand away from himself and takes over, hard and off rhythm and not quite wet enough and Bruce is grunting in his mouth, against his neck, on his shoulder, mouth slipping in blood and spit and fucking hard into his hand—fire is spreading from his ass, his dick, his gut …Bruce hits that spot again and again and licks his face and neck and the sound of him moaning and swallowing, his fingers burning and stretching and fucking him makes Lex lose it, his dick spurts come but his brain tells him it’s his life—he’s coming so hard that in the moment before he’s completely incoherent he’s truly afraid he’s going to die, that his heart will stop, and then he feels the wet heat of Bruce’s come, Bruce’s dick jerks , filling Lex’s hand and his shorts—he’s nearly screaming and… it’s-- so—fucking—hot.
Lex comes back to himself, and snorts at Bruce, he’s laying stretched out and his arms flung wide. Lex let a little trickle of fondness work it’s way through him before brushing it aside and starting to scheme how to punish Bruce for not letting him kill himself the way he wants to.
So , I worked over it to make it not disturbing, and a tad less perverse.It could be somewhat sweet?
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8/15/04 02:35 am (UTC)In other fics in this AU,Lex does hit him back, but true, not often.Also, all he has to do is tell Bruce not to, and mean it. But this is Fantasy, and in Fantasy, it can happen like this, just like no sand in the asscrack. In real life, Bruce would be an abusive fuck, with no sense, and Lex would be a victim,and I know how that works too.
I do think about what these type of fics might seem to be saying, but hey! It's just slash, not psychological musing--I like fucked up and weird,some of ya'll do, and some don't. It's all good!
At least when you come here, you know what you're going to get!
And , this has inspired a Brex,not quite this story, but influenced by it...Bruce! Get out of my head!
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8/15/04 07:39 pm (UTC)for truly fucked up and weird, and oddly kinda sweet, have you read any of
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8/15/04 07:43 am (UTC)And daaaaaaaaaaaaamn.
I like it a LOT. Which tells you EXACTLY how perverse i am.
I like the casual violence that's cloaked as affection and Lex thinking of how his lip is going to scar and one more scar to join the other proofs of Bruce’s love. I mean, SOOO wrong and yet utterly perfect.
Jayzus, woman.
Reminds me of...me! Ha!
I like, though.
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8/15/04 07:55 am (UTC)Lex thinking of how his lip is going to scar
Hey, he got that scar somehow! *g* ( has anyone else written a fic around that scar? lol!)
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8/15/04 08:12 am (UTC)*pets you*
And the scar - heh! I think it's figured in one or two, but not quite like THIS...
Good lord, woman, what are you doing up so late??
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8/15/04 08:33 am (UTC)Whoot!
Cool.
My eyes are crossing, i'm for the couch, me.
Did you read the latest up at the cracktrailer? J. August!! Whoot.
Very cool.
'night, Ms. Thang!
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11/15/04 04:26 am (UTC)Fuck yes. that vid made me so very happy-- I'm pretty sure I lost my mind all over you at the time.
Check out my stuff on SSA, there's some things there I think that's the same flavor as this-
Home Work
Whispers
Burning Air
And then a pretty long Bruce and Lex at school thing, though Bruce is much nicer and more careful with Lex in that one--Rake The Moon.
*sigh*You make me feel all warm and glowy! ;0)
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11/15/04 05:13 am (UTC)Loving this fic by the way:) No suprise there. I could go for some violent evol Brex too.
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