We, the Ladies of LJ

[roxy]

Dear justabi,

We beg you please to expand on the story of young Lex and Bruce. Think of it as an act of great kindness for us. And we'd cheer you on with, all kinds of cheering things. And cookies, and, and...tap-dancing hamsters. Reeeally. Just don't ask how they're making that tapping sound. *wince*

roxy. *see my pitiful yet adorable smile*

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[miss-tress.livejournal.com]

And we promise to write odes about your awesomeness and create amazing works of art in your likeness!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*nodnod*

[itsaslashything.livejournal.com]

And statues. We'll build you statues of pretty boys doing dirty, sexy things...and Ice Cream...we'll send you ice cream *nods rather manically*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

oooo! Good one!

[jeannev.livejournal.com]

But please include Clark in it too!! Please.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

lol! Greedy! :)

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

*drags huge sack* Look! I've got Rosey in here, I swear to God! Now you'll write, right? Pretty please?

*opens sack and points*

*does double-take*

Well. . . just think of it as a two-for-one deal. A bonus! Yeah, that's it, a bonu-- Thomas, stop that! Leave his hair alone, and stop looking so confused. *shakes head* Swear to God, you'd think the guy'd never seen hair before. . .


XD

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Okay, if it doesn't get Abi going it gets me going! :)

[jlvsclrk.livejournal.com]

And we'd sing great hymns of praise, to you or to kinky slash in general. I think I could modify Nirvana's About A Girl suitably, I do.

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Life was different in many ways before his parents died. Bruce remembers being happy, remembers loving his parents vary much and having a grand time playing lord of the manner with various and sundry playmates, mostly the children of his parents' friends. Lex Luthor was not one of them. Lex was more like a tiny, chubby, red-headed puppy that followed Bruce around making a nuisance of itself. Bruce found Lex to be immensely annoying to say the least.

Alas, no matter how annoying Bruce told his mother Lex was, his mother continued to invite Mrs. Luthor to everything because they went to school together and were in the same Sorority. Besides which, his mother says, Mrs. Luthor and the boy need as much time away from that neuvo riche husband of hers, so be nice Bruce. And Bruce was nice to the little twerp, because Bruce was always his mother's perfect little gentleman, unlike some people, and his mother told him to be nice, so of course he was nice to the kid.

Thing was, being nice to the kid, even in a totally perfunctory way was like giving food to a stray. Lex was starved for attention and Bruce had given it to him once, against his better judgment, and ever after that Lex followed him around with this expectant, hungry look on his stupid freckled face. Lex had been 4, chubby and freckled and his hair was so red and curly it looked like it belonged on a clown, wandering around in a tiny kid sized suit now covered in light purple frosting. Lex had stuck his sticky fingers directly into the icing at the back of the cake in the ballroom. The Luthor's nanny smacked his little fingers, causing fat tears to well up in the kid's eyes and stream down his sugar-coated face. Bruce, 7-years-old and already a strapping young lad, scooped Lex up into his arms, looked disdainfully at the nanny and dismissed her.

Lex had looked up into his eyes, smiled brilliantly and wrapped his arms around Bruce's neck. Bruce tried to deposit him on the settee in the lounge to get him cleaned up, but the kid would not let go. Once Bruce had wiped most of the frosting off Lex (the little freak had rubbed it in), Bruce negotiated the release of his person. Lex was heavier than he looked after a while. The best compromise he could come up with was this: Lex unwrapped his legs from Bruce's middle, his arms from Bruce's neck and walked on his own, with the provision that Bruce hold Lex's hand the rest of the night. Which was better, but gross, because try as he might, he'd been unable to wash away the stickiness from Lex's hands.

[justabi.livejournal.com]

When Bruce was twelve, Lex's fingers were still sticky. Lex stole Bruce's monogrammed handkerchief and held it tight in his fist, pressed, white corner just sticking out above Lex's thumb at the graveside service. Bruce thought Lex very brave standing there alone, helplessly naked not just because he was bald, with his horrible father while they lowered Lex's mother into the ground. Despite the normally overwhelming presence of Mr. Luthor, all Bruce could see was how utterly, desolately alone Lex looked, how Lex had clung to his mother just months ago when they lowered his little brother into the tiny plot just feet from where they were now burying Mrs. Luthor.

At his own parents' funeral three years earlier, Bruce had been sick with shock, with rage, with a sharp, gnawing hurt biting his chest, but he hadn't cried. He'd been his mother's perfect gentleman, his father's sharp young man, Alfred's stoic little soldier. He had tensed up whenever the adults tried to hug him, offered a firm handshake and a grim smile in exchange. He allowed Alfred a hand on his shoulder for the few moments the old man offered it, more for his own sake than Bruce's, Bruce's solid shoulder a touchstone to remind him that there was something left of the family he'd served his entire life.

Lex hadn't put up with any of that crap. Even at six, Lex had been bossy and filled with bravado, just shoved past Bruce's fragile defenses and climbed right into Bruce's lap, wrapped his arms around Bruce's neck and pressed his hot little face into the hollow of Bruce's throat. Lex's curls tickled his nose. Bruce sneezed, but Lex just burrowed closer into him and cried so Bruce wouldn't have to.

Bruce wanted to hold Lex's hand, wanted to pull him away and shield him from all this hurt. At the wake Bruce yanked Lex into the coat closet, hid them away behind a forest of furs and pulled Lex back into his lap. Lex resisted for nearly half a second before giving in, colapsing onto Bruce, breaking down and crying. Lex shivered in his arms and all Bruce could do was hold onto him, stroke the naked curve of his head missing the riot of red curls, and think how thin Lex was.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

omgawd, stop fucking around in my LJ and put it out so people can see this! I really love what you're doing with it, but if they came from this to whatever ends it between them, than Bruce's heart is going to be ripped out of his chest by Lex, who would do it in a minute if he didn't believe Bruce loved him and it's obvious Bruce is going to love him.

[justabi.livejournal.com]

You love it when I fuck around in your LJ, bitch.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

oh god yes I do--but I feel guilty and selfish.

But I shouldn't right?

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Nah. I make you read all kinds of stuff you're twenty times less interested in reading, so I kinda owe you anyway.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

trust me beloved--there's not a thing you've written or could write, that I wouldn't want to read.

[justabi.livejournal.com]

When Bruce was seventeen, Alfred, no doubt fearing that Bruce would never have a normal life if he continued to fail to socialize, arranged for Lex to stay with them for the summer while Mr. Luthor toured his Asian holdings. Bruce had, possibly, needed it. Possibly. Socializing with his peers ranked somewhere around keeping up with popular culture for Bruce, below personal hygiene, homework, and gym class, but above talking about his feelings, which Alfred threatened to arrange for him to do if Bruce should fail to make some friends. The thought of being locked in a room with a “therapist” intent on delving into his psyche sent cold shudders down Bruce's spine.

Lex was different than Bruce remembered. Or maybe just more. Bolder. Wilder. Almost recklessly social. Fourteen-years-old and ready to take the world by storm. It only took an afternoon for Bruce to adjust, though, to see the shy, cautious, needy boy underneath.

The first night Lex spent at Wayne Manor he crawled into Bruce's bed, drunk and determined, wearing nothing but a pair of silk pajama pants. Bruce yelped when Lex's cold hands touched the skin at his side, but he failed utterly to push Lex away as he should have. Bruce kissed Lex primly at first, then sloppily, drunk on the feel of Lex's skin beneath his fingers and the overwhelmingly alcoholic taste of Lex's mouth. Lex grabbed Bruce's hands, balled into fists at his sides, with a and pulled them to his body. Lex trembled so much Bruce almost stopped, almost, but he couldn't make himself take his hands away. Instead, Bruce ran his palms soothingly down Lex's flanks like he might do with a skittish colt, petted the pale skin of Lex's naked chest glowing in the near-dark room, caressed the expanse of his back down to the curve at the bottom of Lex's spine.

Lex whimpered helplessly into Bruce's mouth, moved into Bruce's touch and rubbed his silk-covered groin frantically against Bruce's thigh. Bruce kept kissing Lex, and kissing him, and kissing him until Lex jerked his mouth away with a gasp, turned his flushed face down and away, tucking it into Bruce's throat and whispered, “Touch me. Please, Bruce, please,” and Bruce groaned. He'd no more than cupped his hand over the silk-covered bulge of Lex's erection when the kid came messily, practically sobbing relief into Bruce's throat, soaking Bruce's hand through the slippery, purple fabric. Bruce brought his hand up to his face, sniffed it, darted his tongue out to taste. Lex shuddered in his arms, licked sweat off the skin at Bruce's throat and bit down.

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Bruce made a desperate, strangled sound. Lex shimmied out of Bruce's arms, down Bruce's body, spine loose in a way that reminded Bruce that Lex was drunk, and Bruce almost stopped it there. Almost. He lost his resolve when he looked down and saw Lex's face staring determinedly at Bruce's by now aching groin, right side of Lex's lower lip bitten between Lex's teeth, freckles barely visible across the bridge of his nose, until his eyes flickered up to meet his own, uncertainty in them warring with hope as he reached for the tie holding Bruce's pajama pants up. Bruce nodded once, tight, and held his breath while Lex pulled away Bruce's pants, his boxers, his protection in one quick jerk.

And then Lex froze, hands yanked away like they'd been burned, eyes impossibly wide, all the color in his face drained away. Bruce exhaled with a groan, rolled away with his hands balled back into fists, and, eyes clenched shut tight away from the terrified look on Lex's face, tried to breathe. Bruce stiffened all over hard as a board and slapped away Lex's fingers thirty seconds later when they wrapped themselves shakily around Bruce's still hard erection. Lex tried it again almost immediately, so Bruce grabbed Lex's shaking hand hard in his fist, flipped himself up from the bed and pounced, pinning Lex to the bed by his wrists, growling, “Get your fucking hand off my dick, Luthor.”

Lex moaned wantonly and bucked up into Bruce, bumping the soft curve of his belly into Bruce's painfully throbbing dick, making Bruce snarl and grind down into Lex's skinny little body. Lex flailed against him like he was having a seizure, whipping his head back and forth on his neck and chanting please, please, please. It took Bruce precious seconds to come back to himself, release his hold on Lex and fling himself from the bed.

Lex whined pitifully and shoved down his messy pants with one hand and jerked himself frantically with the other, eyes wide and glassy in Bruce's direction. Lex's voice slurred as he said, “Sorry, sorry, so sorry, never done this before, can't stop, so sorry, ahhhhhhhhhh,” and then come fountained out the end of his dick between his fingers and Lex passed out.

Bruce hated himself so viciously he could barely drag air into his lungs the whole time he brutally yanked his cock over Lex's unconscious body. Once he was done he walked calmly to the en suite, leaned against the marble counter, vomited roughly into the sink like he was the one who'd drunk the contents of a liquor cabinet and avoided looking at himself in the mirror as he rinsed out the basin. He ran a cool washcloth over himself, exchanged it for a clean one and walked back out into his bedroom. He wiped away the semen from Lex's belly, from Lex's naked penis and testicles with prodigious care. He left Lex's hand sticky.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

oh my fucking god i think you killed me!

I WANT TO BE THIS GOOD!!!

Thanks, you really are making me happy!!! :) :)

[justabi.livejournal.com]

You know I live to make you happy.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Bruce nodded once, tight, and held his breath while Lex pulled away Bruce's pants, his boxers, his protection in one quick jerk.

And then Lex froze, hands yanked away like they'd been burned, eyes impossibly wide, all the color in his face drained away. Bruce exhaled with a groan, rolled away with his hands balled back into fists, and, eyes clenched shut tight away from the terrified look on Lex's face, tried to breathe. Bruce stiffened all over hard as a board and slapped away Lex's fingers thirty seconds later when they wrapped themselves shakily around Bruce's still hard erection. Lex tried it again almost immediately, so Bruce grabbed Lex's shaking hand hard in his fist, flipped himself up from the bed and pounced, pinning Lex to the bed by his wrists, growling, “Get your fucking hand off my dick, Luthor.”

AND THIS IS INCREDIBLE! Brilliant!

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Aww, you make me blush!@

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

Holy mother-- JEsus, that's good!

This line made me smile and shake my head:

The thought of being locked in a room with a “therapist” intent on delving into his psyche sent cold shudders down Bruce's spine.

And that last paragraph was. . . it made me feel so much, I'm sure it's not healthy. I got that tense coiling sensation in my belly, and you gotta know, that only comes around when something is. . . really f***ing affecting.

You are totally stalk-worthy, hon. Consider this fair warning. *wink*

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Hee. I'm glad you're liking it. As for the stalking, I'm all for it, but I don't really write SV anymore. This is just special for Roxy.

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Bruce spent the entire night awake, keeping watch over Lex's thin, pale body, curtains pulled closed to keep out the light, to keep out the admittedly unlikely prying eyes of the world, to keep in the scent of Lex, thick in the humid air. Lex slept like the dead. Bruce had limited himself very strictly to touching only the most non-sexual of places—could not restrict himself from touching at all—the shell of Lex's ear, the crease of Lex's elbow, sniff the bare skin of Lex's armpit, kiss the tip of Lex's nose. When that wasn't enough he'd gathered Lex's limp torso into his arms, repositioned him so that Lex laid across Bruce's chest, and held him until his internal clock (by way of his bladder) told him it was time to get up. Bruce kissed the top of Lex's head, eased him back onto a pillow and shut the curtains and heard Lex murmur sleepily behind him.

Bruce ran.

He changed into running clothes first, of course, in the gym, but that was all automatic. All Bruce wanted was to run away. So he did. Not forever, just off the grounds and into Gotham proper. The sky pissed rain on him as he ran, but what was new? It always rained in Gotham. As he ran past a side street, more of an alley, really, he saw a kid maybe a year older than him swipe a purse off an old lady. Bruce chased him down and hit him. Hard. Hit him again and again until he stopped fighting back. Bruce left the purse, lying filthy in a puddle feet from the kid's crumpled, groaning body, splattered with the kid's blood. The rain washed the kid's blood from Bruce's knuckles as he ran.

Bruce ran into the seed part of the city, the rundown area of downtown where he knew people. He bought a scrip off a dentist with perpetual gambling debts and a thriving business in bogus prescriptions. Bruce paid $36 cash for 100 10mg tablets of generic Valium at the Walmart pharmacy under a bogus name because he didn't trust the shady pharmacy in the same rundown building as the dentist.

The bottle said take ½ tablet every four hours as needed for anxiety. Bruce poured out four little pink tablets into his palm and swallowed them dry. By the time he made it home and out of the shower, he was feeling fine.

Lex was standing there when Bruce stepped out onto the plush,white bathmat, holding a towel. For a moment Bruce thought Lex would just stand there gaping at him forever, but as he reached out to take the towel from Lex, Lex shook his head, threw the towel at Bruce and flashed his eyes pleadingly. He said, “Wait.” So Bruce did. Lex averted his eyes as Bruce wrapped the big terry bath sheet around his waist, bit his lip and crumpled in on himself, but didn't speak. But then, just as Bruce was about to reach out to touch him, Lex said, “I'm sorry. For all of it. I just... fuck. I'm sorry.”

Bruce was feeling magnanimous. He said, “Why did you do it?” without rancor or malice, without any feeling at all.

Lex flickered his eyes to Bruce's glistening wet chest guiltily, blushing furiously. Then something snapped and Lex looked straight at him, eyes blazing, and said, “Because I wanted you. Because I'm skinny and bald and everyone I've ever met mocked me but you. Because I can't bear to go back to school a virgin. Because I'm a coward and my entire life, no matter how annoying I was, you never told me no. Because the last time anyone I'm not related to touched me at all was two years ago when you cupped your hand at the back of my head when I hugged you goodbye. Because when I look at you my chest gets tight like it did when I was a kid and I want so much I feel like I might die, but I have no idea what to do. Take your pick.”

And then Bruce kissed him. He pressed Lex back into the tile wall and kissed him with a serenity that transcended the effects of the pills, kissed Lex with a terrible tenderness that broke something hot and liquid in his chest and gasped. He kissed Lex soft on his forehead, scooped Lex up into his arms like he had when Lex was four, carried Lex to his bed, made love to him and fell deep asleep curled around Lex.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

No no no, not crying--sweating!! Porn, not tears!!! Poor fucked up boys. *happysoggysigh*

[justabi.livejournal.com]

HA! YOU HAVE AN ANGEL ICON! YOU KNOW YOU WANT THE ANGEL PORN!!! *cough*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

who--me? TCHAH!!!! PACH-TOOIEE!!

I want no angel porn!!! I want no Castiel being jerked off by Sam at the foot of Dean's bed--ooooo--is that the time? Must run!!

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

*is dead from the awesome hotness and angst*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

omg, go to justabi's journal, she wrote it all up and it's incredible

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

Lex's answer to Bruce's question ripped my heart right out of my chest. This is magnificent.

[justabi.livejournal.com]

OH! Don't read it here. I wrote too much to fit, so the rest is at my lj!

But also, YAY!

[herohunter.livejournal.com]

OOOH! There's more??

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Yep!

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Okay, so there was a little more than really fit well in comments... oh, say, 9 pages. That's still comment fic, right? *headdesk*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

guuuuuuurrl....

[justabi.livejournal.com]

*bounced* Did you read it?! *is a crazy rabbit who just wrote the thing for you*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG!

I am completely verklempt here.