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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[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!