Something In Common Part 11
Title: Something In Common
Part: 11/?
Authour: JSherlock
Fandom: Batman Begins
Pairing: Bruce Wayne / Jonathan Crane
Rating: NC-17 For sex and language.
Warnings: Homosexual sex scene.
Betas: Slarti, Paws, and Littlebamf (Thank you to all of you.)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to DC and Time Warner/AOL
Summary: A discussion about what happened in the kitchen becomes what was hinted at in the Kitchen.
Jonathan tapped his glasses nervously on the arm of his chair. The overhead chandelier cast a warm glow over Bruce’s study, but Jonathan’s skin was clammy. I’m going to be sent back to Arkham. It was a bleak prospect, the idea hitting him hard, realizing he liked being sane and ‘normal’.
You just couldn’t keep it to yourself, could you?
“Sorry I’m late. I was talking to Fox.” Bruce sat down across his desk and loosened his tie. “We need to talk about what happened in the kitchen.”
“Yes, and I’d like to apologize first and foremost, it was an error on my part, and I admit I was rather desperate, and I did call and talk to Mrs. Evans.” He put his glasses on, and dropped his eyes to his hands, which were tightly clasped.
“I’m not offended, Jonathan.”
“I should damn well hope not with you flirting with me since day one,” Jonathan broke in angrily. “I think you should really be apologizing to me, playing around as long as you have.”
“Flirting?” Bruce sat back, inviting explanation.
“Don’t play coy, Mr. Wayne.”
Smug bastard. He’s enjoying this.
Bruce had the good grace to look shame-faced. “I confess that you are not wholly unattractive to me.”
“Come again?” Jonathan stared at Bruce.
“Yes, Jonathan. I find you attractive.” Bruce looked away, took a breath and continued, “I’m not one that much likes labels, but I would define myself as straight. However, I have never limited myself to try new things, and have enjoyed such pleasures as you were offering.” Bruce looked at him again. “But now, I have an image and a name to uphold, and within societies’ views it would be improper.”
Jonathan’s mouth worked soundlessly. “Improper? After - improper? You bastard! Are you telling me that this goes no further than exchanging a few heated looks, some interesting posturing so that you, the Prince of Gotham can look proper?” Jonathan dug in his bag and threw a handful of tabloid magazines at Bruce. “Personally, I like The Rag’s cover - it’s quite obviously you trying to cop a feel after taking me out to dinner. Though I seem to recall that you just patted my back.”
Bruce flipped through the magazines in silence. He finally tossed them on the floor. They watched each other for a minute.
“So, then what do you propose?” Bruce asked with a slight smile curling his lips.
Sex. Right here. Right now.
“You’re doing it again.” Jonathan said.
“Doing what?” Bruce asked, removing his cufflinks. “Flirting shamelessly?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s what I’m known for.” Bruce got up and walked towards the door. Bruce paused, pursed his lips and continued out of the room.
Bastard. I’m going to kill him.
Jonathan found himself out of the chair and across the room. Bruce was playing hard-to-get and Jonathan had had enough. He fairly stomped down the hall after Bruce, and locked the door behind them as Bruce went to his room and put the cufflinks in a small china bowl.
“I don’t appreciate being stalked after in my own house,” he said mildly.
“Don’t you.” Jonathan crossed the room, and on instinct, blocked Bruce’s arm with his own as he tried to push him away. It failed miserably, and Jonathan fell back a step. Bruce’s eyebrows raised.
“You know martial arts?”
“I did.” Jonathan said, running his tongue over his lips. Bruce’s eyes followed. Jonathan fairly launched himself at Bruce, who caught him easily.
Threading his fingers through Bruce’s hair disarranging the perfect coiffure, he kissed him, running his tongue over Bruce’s lips, the other man froze. With a small noise of irritation, Jonathan slid his hands down and tugged Bruce closer by his belt loops and was rewarded as Bruce returned the kiss. Jonathan broke the kiss, moaning as Bruce pulled his shirt out of his pants and slid his hands over his chest.
“You’ve lost weight again.” Bruce said, trailing kisses down Jonathan’s jaw to his neck. He removed his hands and undid the tie, letting it run through the collar as he tugged one end. He tossed it in one corner of the room. Jonathan undid Bruce’s belt and threw it in the general direction of his closet.
“Please don’t tell me you’re the type who likes to talk all throughout sex of inane matters.”
“I might be.” Bruce said with an evil grin, scraping his teeth lightly over Jonathan’s collar bone, and sucking. “Anything you like or not like?”
“We talking kinks or just in general?” Jonathan asked, sliding his hands down Bruce’s shirt undoing the buttons and pulling it off. Oh, help. The man is built.
“Whichever.” Bruce said returning the favor and tugged Jonathan’s business shirt off. “I’m fairly open-minded.”
“Obviously,” Jonathan snorted. He leant in for a kiss, nipping at Bruce’s lower lip. Let’s see if that holds up. He slid his hands under Bruce’s undershirt and ran his fingertips over his nipples, remembering that Bruce had definitely reacted to that move the last time. Bruce moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hips, grinding into him. Jonathan leaned into Bruce, pinching his nipples.
Slowly he drew his hands down Bruce stomach, feeling Bruce twitch. He pulled his hands out and stepped back. “Put your arms up.”
“What?” Bruce watched him at once wary.
“Just do it, Bruce.” Jonathan snapped, pushing at his arms. Bruce lifted them, not taking his eyes off Jonathan’s. With a deft yank, Jonathan pulled off his undershirt and dropped it. “You can lower them now.” Bruce raised an eyebrow and did so. He was still tense, rolled onto the balls of his feet. Jonathan gave him a quick kiss. He licked his way down to his shoulder, gently grazing his teeth over the under side of his arm, sinking to his knees. He gently kissed his palm, then bit his wrist, licking it. Bruce rocked back, eyes closing briefly.
He paused and looked up at Bruce. Bruce looked back, carding his fingers through his hair. Jonathan shifted on his knees, glad of the thick carpet under them. He slowly popped the button on Bruce’s slacks. He hooked his fingers in the band and pulled them down fractionally. Bruce drew his breath in sharply. Jonathan traced Bruce’s belly button with his tongue, smirking to himself as Bruce tried his level best not to laugh.
“Ticklish, are we?”
“Apparently,” Bruce said, tilting Jonathan’s head back by cupping his fingers under his chin. He stroked his hair away from his face and removed his glasses, tossing them on the bed. Jonathan frowned. He preferred being able to see, but he let his eyes close, pressing his nose into Bruce’s abdomen, letting Bruce run his fingers through his hair, needing an intimate touch badly. “How long has it been, Jonathan?”
“Far too long.”
Bruce ran his hands over Jonathan’s shoulders, rubbing his fingertip nails lightly over the pale skin. Gently, he kneaded his neck, stroking his back lightly.
“For fuck’s sake, Bruce, don’t get all maudlin,” Jonathan snapped, pulling the other’s fly down and dragging pants and silk boxers down in one motion to puddle around his feet. He sucked at the tip of Bruce’s penis, lightly scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. Bruce tightened his grip and bucked his hips.
Jonathan gagged and pushed Bruce away. “Just remember where I’ve got my teeth, so don’t do that again.”
“That’d be a quite a mouthful.” Bruce said, dropping his hands.
Jonathan looked up at him, straight-faced, and said, “not really.”
He braced his hands on Bruce’s hips and resumed licking. It had been a very long time since he’d done this; but Bruce was enjoying it by the way he was sagging into it. Please shut up now.
He paused as Bruce stroked his arms, and took the time to blow gently, nibbling gently at the tip. He adjusted his balance as Bruce leant forward to lean against him, hands resting on his shoulders, thumbs tracing circles over his shoulders. He hummed in appreciation, taking Bruce in as far as he could, pushing back on Bruce when he rolled his hips forward, he gave one last lick, and kissed a trail down one of Bruce’s legs, drawing his hands down his thighs, caressing the back of his knees and calves and back up. He took Bruce’s hand to stand up, wincing as he knees creaked. “As much fun as that was, my knees didn’t appreciate it.”
“You need to work out more, then,” said Bruce, sliding his hands under Jonathan’s undershirt and slipped it over Jonathan’s head. “Yoga helps too.” He nuzzled the Jonathan’s neck, tracing the muscle down to his collarbone, nipping lightly over the bone.
“So I see.” Jonathan tilted his head back, running his hands down Bruce’s back, hands splaying across his lower back, kneading his palms into the skin. He moaned as Bruce tongued a nipple, arching back. Bruce trailed his a hand down to Jonathan’s belt and unbuckled it, unbuttoning his pants and sliding his hand in. His other arm wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly. Jonathan opened his legs into a wider stance, encouraging him, wrapping his arms around his neck for more support. Bruce grasped his erection, sliding his hand up from base to tip, thumb pressing in along the bottom of the shaft. Jonathan sagged against him as his legs gave out, holding on tightly, moaning loudly into the base of Bruce’s neck. He moved his hips with the movement, arching his back. Bruce kissed his way back up and Jonathan cupped the back of his head and kissed him hungrily. Bruce rubbed his thumb over the tip and then pulled his hand away. Jonathan whimpered, and rocked his hips desperately against Bruce’s.
With a small shake of his head, Bruce sighed and shifted his grip, picking up Jonathan and plopping him unceremoniously on the bed. Jonathan squirmed and sat up, leaning back on his elbows. He toed off his shoes and ran his feet along the inside of Bruce’s thighs.
Bruce shivered and caught Jonathan’s ankles, being careful not to squeeze the injured one too hard. Jonathan smiled, even as Bruce stilled, watching him carefully. Jonathan curled his fingers into the duvet nervously, watching the cogs works behind Bruce’s eyes.
“We don’t have to go ‘all the way’,” Jonathan said sardonically. “I’m good with more of the same.”
Bruce pursed his lips, seeming at odds with himself. With a calculating look at the clock on the bedside table, Bruce gently guided his legs to hang over the side of the bed, pulling Jonathan toward the edge. Jonathan flopped flat back again. “No, it’s not that. Something else.”
Leaning against the bed, Bruce sucked at Jonathan’s neck, biting gently, licking down his chest. Jonathan arched into the touch, reaching up to hold his head over a nipple, writhing when Bruce brought up his hands and ran calloused fingers over the other one.
Jonathan wriggled until he pressed up against Bruce at the edge of the bed. Belatedly, he realized that he had nothing to push against; effectively just hanging off the bed, held only by Bruce’s weight pushing back on him, and Bruce was looking at him, eyes crinkled with laughter.
“Going somewhere, Jonathan?” Bruce growled, bringing his face closer to the other’s. Jonathan froze, mouth dropping open, a shiver of momentary panic washing over him. Why did his voice sound so familiar? It was like the demon voice out of half-remembered nightmares he’d had off and on ever since being placed in Arkham.
“I-I beg your pardon?” He snapped back, scowling, sitting up fully this time, scooting away from Bruce.
“Um…” Bruce looked down, hiding his face behind his hair, which fell forward over his forehead.
“If that was your attempt at being dominating; it was crap,” Jonathan said.
“Sorry.” Bruce shifted uneasily. “Do you still want -”
Jonathan hissed in anger, moving forward, kissing him hard. “Yes, damn it. Just - I’ll do the talking, you just…do, all right?” No wonder he doesn’t spend long with the girls - they must put in ear plugs.
“All right.” Bruce said softly, kissing back, sucking at Jonathan’s lower lip. “I can do.” He slipped his hands under Jonathan’s waist band of his pants and pulled them down quickly, letting them drip off his feet as they would. He straightened, rubbing up against Jonathan, biting back his own groan.
“So shut the fuck up and hop to!” Jesus, does the man never shut up? Jonathan rocked his hips up, shivering at the sensation of his boxers just barely separating him from the touch of skin. At this rate, I’ll just do myself. He groaned as Bruce slowly peeled his boxers off. He hit the mattress in despair as Bruce suddenly was gone. That’s it. I’m going to KILL him-
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, will you?” Bruce’s voice came from the head of the bed. Jonathan twisted his neck to look at him upside down. Bruce reached into the cupboard of the bedside table and pulled out a condom and shut the door.
Jonathan snarled a few choice expletives at him. “I’ve been without for eight years. I will get my panties in a bunch and shove them down your throat if you do that again.”
“So noted,” Bruce returned, nestling back between Jonathan’s legs. He opened the package carefully. “I’d think that a doctor would appre-” Bruce broke off as Jonathan slid his foot warningly up his leg.
“Will you please apply that mouth to employment other than spouting off inane conversation, that frankly, I’m sure interests no-one you sleep with.”
I’m going to go absolutely batshit insane again if he keeps dragging this on.
Bruce looked at him, eyebrows raised, but said nothing. “I’m the beauty and you’re the brains…” he said, half to himself. “I got this because I don’t enjoy swallowing. And usually, there really wasn’t any place to spit besides the bed or floor - and that’s just too low-class for my upper-class breeding and all.”
“Riveted.” Jonathan said, gritting his teeth and laying back, wondering if Bruce liked to be smacked, since he was this close to doing it. He missed Bruce’s knowing grin, as he closed his eyes, waiting for more talk.
“As you wish,” Bruce said, brushing his hands over Jonathan’s abdomen, scraping his fingernails slowly down. Jonathan sighed in contentment.
Finally.
He gasped as Bruce flattened his palms over his hips and pinned him down, licked at the tip, catching it with his teeth gently, swirling his tongue across it, sucking hard, before ducking his head and taking him in completely. He struggled, crying out, against Bruce’s hands, but was just pushed harder down. He gripped the duvet as Bruce pulled back, dragging his teeth as he went, squeezing his lips over the tip. He took in a breath, as Bruce shoved him further onto the bed following, leaning over him, and kissed him. Jonathan tangled a hand in Bruce’ hair and trailed the other over his chest, opening his mouth to let Bruce in.
Breaking off the kiss to nip his way down Jonathan’s throat, Bruce smiled into the pale skin and Jonathan moaned softly. Bruce looked down at Jonathan for a moment, with the late afternoon sun pouring over him. He slid down off the edge of the bed, reaching for the condom. He put it on, pushing Jonathan’s legs apart a little more, licking up the underside of his shaft before taking just the head in, scraping his teeth a little harder as he drew back slightly. Jonathan hissed, rolling his hips.
Bruce teased him for a minute, pulling back when he would have taken him in deeper, working him until he was trembling, and the sun shone off his sweat-slicked body.
Jonathan tossed his head back, taking in ragged breaths. “Please…”
Bruce ran his hands over his hips, letting his fingers spread out, before letting him thrust up into his mouth, swallowing him, humming with pleasure. Jonathan arched off the bed, hands gripping the duvet, screaming wordlessly as he came. He stared at the chandelier hanging over the bed, panting for breath.
“Feel better?” Bruce asked with a small laugh.
“Mmm.” Jonathan craned his head to look at Bruce, then let his head flop back, he felt boneless, floating on the bed, not really feeling. “Give me a minute and then I’ll return the favour.”
“It’s okay, Jonathan, my pleasure,” Bruce said.
Jonathan sat up at that. “Now hang on, it’s all very well and good to demand sex and get it, but I’m not that self-centered, so c’mere.” He crooked a finger. Bruce shook his head and lifted a foot.
“I’ve still got my socks on.”
“And a rather impressive hard-on. So I don’t give as good a blow job as you. Are you really going to pass up free sex?”
Bruce shrugged. “I feel conflicted about it.”
“Conflicted? You take the cake, Bruce - you’ll go down on another guy, but let him return the favour and you go all iffy.”
“It’s not men in general. It’s you,” Bruce said softly.
Jonathan blinked slowly, trying to get his pleasure-addled brain to work. His lips thinned as he figured out what Bruce meant. “I see. You’ll do the Scarecrow, but not the other way around? That’s just too pathetic for you, to have to stoop so low as to let an insane ex-con suck you off. Wonderful. Brilliant.” His voice wobbled on the last words, and he blinked back sudden tears. “It wasn’t like I was wanting to have a relationship - just sex.”
He slid off the bed, grabbing his clothes angrily off the floor. “And you know what - I hope you get used to your hands because with that attitude nobody is going to come back for more no matter how much money you throw at them.”
He turned to fetch his glasses which were still on the bed, by the pillows. He came to a full stop, mouth dropping open. Bruce tossed his socks at the foot of the bed and leaned back on the pillows invitingly, the glasses perched rather awkwardly over his erection.
Jonathan laughed. “I suppose I really can’t pass up such an invitation.”
“I thought it was rather ingenious.” Bruce said with a smirk.
Jonathan dropped his clothes in a jumbled heap, and got back on the bed and plucked his glasses off, folding them neatly, and putting them on the nightstand.
“The only noises I want to hear coming out of your mouth are moans, groans, and screams. No talking.”
“Yes, Jonathan.”
“Shut up.”
“Mmm.”
Part: 11/?
Authour: JSherlock
Fandom: Batman Begins
Pairing: Bruce Wayne / Jonathan Crane
Rating: NC-17 For sex and language.
Warnings: Homosexual sex scene.
Betas: Slarti, Paws, and Littlebamf (Thank you to all of you.)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to DC and Time Warner/AOL
Summary: A discussion about what happened in the kitchen becomes what was hinted at in the Kitchen.
Jonathan tapped his glasses nervously on the arm of his chair. The overhead chandelier cast a warm glow over Bruce’s study, but Jonathan’s skin was clammy. I’m going to be sent back to Arkham. It was a bleak prospect, the idea hitting him hard, realizing he liked being sane and ‘normal’.
You just couldn’t keep it to yourself, could you?
“Sorry I’m late. I was talking to Fox.” Bruce sat down across his desk and loosened his tie. “We need to talk about what happened in the kitchen.”
“Yes, and I’d like to apologize first and foremost, it was an error on my part, and I admit I was rather desperate, and I did call and talk to Mrs. Evans.” He put his glasses on, and dropped his eyes to his hands, which were tightly clasped.
“I’m not offended, Jonathan.”
“I should damn well hope not with you flirting with me since day one,” Jonathan broke in angrily. “I think you should really be apologizing to me, playing around as long as you have.”
“Flirting?” Bruce sat back, inviting explanation.
“Don’t play coy, Mr. Wayne.”
Smug bastard. He’s enjoying this.
Bruce had the good grace to look shame-faced. “I confess that you are not wholly unattractive to me.”
“Come again?” Jonathan stared at Bruce.
“Yes, Jonathan. I find you attractive.” Bruce looked away, took a breath and continued, “I’m not one that much likes labels, but I would define myself as straight. However, I have never limited myself to try new things, and have enjoyed such pleasures as you were offering.” Bruce looked at him again. “But now, I have an image and a name to uphold, and within societies’ views it would be improper.”
Jonathan’s mouth worked soundlessly. “Improper? After - improper? You bastard! Are you telling me that this goes no further than exchanging a few heated looks, some interesting posturing so that you, the Prince of Gotham can look proper?” Jonathan dug in his bag and threw a handful of tabloid magazines at Bruce. “Personally, I like The Rag’s cover - it’s quite obviously you trying to cop a feel after taking me out to dinner. Though I seem to recall that you just patted my back.”
Bruce flipped through the magazines in silence. He finally tossed them on the floor. They watched each other for a minute.
“So, then what do you propose?” Bruce asked with a slight smile curling his lips.
Sex. Right here. Right now.
“You’re doing it again.” Jonathan said.
“Doing what?” Bruce asked, removing his cufflinks. “Flirting shamelessly?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s what I’m known for.” Bruce got up and walked towards the door. Bruce paused, pursed his lips and continued out of the room.
Bastard. I’m going to kill him.
Jonathan found himself out of the chair and across the room. Bruce was playing hard-to-get and Jonathan had had enough. He fairly stomped down the hall after Bruce, and locked the door behind them as Bruce went to his room and put the cufflinks in a small china bowl.
“I don’t appreciate being stalked after in my own house,” he said mildly.
“Don’t you.” Jonathan crossed the room, and on instinct, blocked Bruce’s arm with his own as he tried to push him away. It failed miserably, and Jonathan fell back a step. Bruce’s eyebrows raised.
“You know martial arts?”
“I did.” Jonathan said, running his tongue over his lips. Bruce’s eyes followed. Jonathan fairly launched himself at Bruce, who caught him easily.
Threading his fingers through Bruce’s hair disarranging the perfect coiffure, he kissed him, running his tongue over Bruce’s lips, the other man froze. With a small noise of irritation, Jonathan slid his hands down and tugged Bruce closer by his belt loops and was rewarded as Bruce returned the kiss. Jonathan broke the kiss, moaning as Bruce pulled his shirt out of his pants and slid his hands over his chest.
“You’ve lost weight again.” Bruce said, trailing kisses down Jonathan’s jaw to his neck. He removed his hands and undid the tie, letting it run through the collar as he tugged one end. He tossed it in one corner of the room. Jonathan undid Bruce’s belt and threw it in the general direction of his closet.
“Please don’t tell me you’re the type who likes to talk all throughout sex of inane matters.”
“I might be.” Bruce said with an evil grin, scraping his teeth lightly over Jonathan’s collar bone, and sucking. “Anything you like or not like?”
“We talking kinks or just in general?” Jonathan asked, sliding his hands down Bruce’s shirt undoing the buttons and pulling it off. Oh, help. The man is built.
“Whichever.” Bruce said returning the favor and tugged Jonathan’s business shirt off. “I’m fairly open-minded.”
“Obviously,” Jonathan snorted. He leant in for a kiss, nipping at Bruce’s lower lip. Let’s see if that holds up. He slid his hands under Bruce’s undershirt and ran his fingertips over his nipples, remembering that Bruce had definitely reacted to that move the last time. Bruce moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hips, grinding into him. Jonathan leaned into Bruce, pinching his nipples.
Slowly he drew his hands down Bruce stomach, feeling Bruce twitch. He pulled his hands out and stepped back. “Put your arms up.”
“What?” Bruce watched him at once wary.
“Just do it, Bruce.” Jonathan snapped, pushing at his arms. Bruce lifted them, not taking his eyes off Jonathan’s. With a deft yank, Jonathan pulled off his undershirt and dropped it. “You can lower them now.” Bruce raised an eyebrow and did so. He was still tense, rolled onto the balls of his feet. Jonathan gave him a quick kiss. He licked his way down to his shoulder, gently grazing his teeth over the under side of his arm, sinking to his knees. He gently kissed his palm, then bit his wrist, licking it. Bruce rocked back, eyes closing briefly.
He paused and looked up at Bruce. Bruce looked back, carding his fingers through his hair. Jonathan shifted on his knees, glad of the thick carpet under them. He slowly popped the button on Bruce’s slacks. He hooked his fingers in the band and pulled them down fractionally. Bruce drew his breath in sharply. Jonathan traced Bruce’s belly button with his tongue, smirking to himself as Bruce tried his level best not to laugh.
“Ticklish, are we?”
“Apparently,” Bruce said, tilting Jonathan’s head back by cupping his fingers under his chin. He stroked his hair away from his face and removed his glasses, tossing them on the bed. Jonathan frowned. He preferred being able to see, but he let his eyes close, pressing his nose into Bruce’s abdomen, letting Bruce run his fingers through his hair, needing an intimate touch badly. “How long has it been, Jonathan?”
“Far too long.”
Bruce ran his hands over Jonathan’s shoulders, rubbing his fingertip nails lightly over the pale skin. Gently, he kneaded his neck, stroking his back lightly.
“For fuck’s sake, Bruce, don’t get all maudlin,” Jonathan snapped, pulling the other’s fly down and dragging pants and silk boxers down in one motion to puddle around his feet. He sucked at the tip of Bruce’s penis, lightly scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. Bruce tightened his grip and bucked his hips.
Jonathan gagged and pushed Bruce away. “Just remember where I’ve got my teeth, so don’t do that again.”
“That’d be a quite a mouthful.” Bruce said, dropping his hands.
Jonathan looked up at him, straight-faced, and said, “not really.”
He braced his hands on Bruce’s hips and resumed licking. It had been a very long time since he’d done this; but Bruce was enjoying it by the way he was sagging into it. Please shut up now.
He paused as Bruce stroked his arms, and took the time to blow gently, nibbling gently at the tip. He adjusted his balance as Bruce leant forward to lean against him, hands resting on his shoulders, thumbs tracing circles over his shoulders. He hummed in appreciation, taking Bruce in as far as he could, pushing back on Bruce when he rolled his hips forward, he gave one last lick, and kissed a trail down one of Bruce’s legs, drawing his hands down his thighs, caressing the back of his knees and calves and back up. He took Bruce’s hand to stand up, wincing as he knees creaked. “As much fun as that was, my knees didn’t appreciate it.”
“You need to work out more, then,” said Bruce, sliding his hands under Jonathan’s undershirt and slipped it over Jonathan’s head. “Yoga helps too.” He nuzzled the Jonathan’s neck, tracing the muscle down to his collarbone, nipping lightly over the bone.
“So I see.” Jonathan tilted his head back, running his hands down Bruce’s back, hands splaying across his lower back, kneading his palms into the skin. He moaned as Bruce tongued a nipple, arching back. Bruce trailed his a hand down to Jonathan’s belt and unbuckled it, unbuttoning his pants and sliding his hand in. His other arm wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly. Jonathan opened his legs into a wider stance, encouraging him, wrapping his arms around his neck for more support. Bruce grasped his erection, sliding his hand up from base to tip, thumb pressing in along the bottom of the shaft. Jonathan sagged against him as his legs gave out, holding on tightly, moaning loudly into the base of Bruce’s neck. He moved his hips with the movement, arching his back. Bruce kissed his way back up and Jonathan cupped the back of his head and kissed him hungrily. Bruce rubbed his thumb over the tip and then pulled his hand away. Jonathan whimpered, and rocked his hips desperately against Bruce’s.
With a small shake of his head, Bruce sighed and shifted his grip, picking up Jonathan and plopping him unceremoniously on the bed. Jonathan squirmed and sat up, leaning back on his elbows. He toed off his shoes and ran his feet along the inside of Bruce’s thighs.
Bruce shivered and caught Jonathan’s ankles, being careful not to squeeze the injured one too hard. Jonathan smiled, even as Bruce stilled, watching him carefully. Jonathan curled his fingers into the duvet nervously, watching the cogs works behind Bruce’s eyes.
“We don’t have to go ‘all the way’,” Jonathan said sardonically. “I’m good with more of the same.”
Bruce pursed his lips, seeming at odds with himself. With a calculating look at the clock on the bedside table, Bruce gently guided his legs to hang over the side of the bed, pulling Jonathan toward the edge. Jonathan flopped flat back again. “No, it’s not that. Something else.”
Leaning against the bed, Bruce sucked at Jonathan’s neck, biting gently, licking down his chest. Jonathan arched into the touch, reaching up to hold his head over a nipple, writhing when Bruce brought up his hands and ran calloused fingers over the other one.
Jonathan wriggled until he pressed up against Bruce at the edge of the bed. Belatedly, he realized that he had nothing to push against; effectively just hanging off the bed, held only by Bruce’s weight pushing back on him, and Bruce was looking at him, eyes crinkled with laughter.
“Going somewhere, Jonathan?” Bruce growled, bringing his face closer to the other’s. Jonathan froze, mouth dropping open, a shiver of momentary panic washing over him. Why did his voice sound so familiar? It was like the demon voice out of half-remembered nightmares he’d had off and on ever since being placed in Arkham.
“I-I beg your pardon?” He snapped back, scowling, sitting up fully this time, scooting away from Bruce.
“Um…” Bruce looked down, hiding his face behind his hair, which fell forward over his forehead.
“If that was your attempt at being dominating; it was crap,” Jonathan said.
“Sorry.” Bruce shifted uneasily. “Do you still want -”
Jonathan hissed in anger, moving forward, kissing him hard. “Yes, damn it. Just - I’ll do the talking, you just…do, all right?” No wonder he doesn’t spend long with the girls - they must put in ear plugs.
“All right.” Bruce said softly, kissing back, sucking at Jonathan’s lower lip. “I can do.” He slipped his hands under Jonathan’s waist band of his pants and pulled them down quickly, letting them drip off his feet as they would. He straightened, rubbing up against Jonathan, biting back his own groan.
“So shut the fuck up and hop to!” Jesus, does the man never shut up? Jonathan rocked his hips up, shivering at the sensation of his boxers just barely separating him from the touch of skin. At this rate, I’ll just do myself. He groaned as Bruce slowly peeled his boxers off. He hit the mattress in despair as Bruce suddenly was gone. That’s it. I’m going to KILL him-
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, will you?” Bruce’s voice came from the head of the bed. Jonathan twisted his neck to look at him upside down. Bruce reached into the cupboard of the bedside table and pulled out a condom and shut the door.
Jonathan snarled a few choice expletives at him. “I’ve been without for eight years. I will get my panties in a bunch and shove them down your throat if you do that again.”
“So noted,” Bruce returned, nestling back between Jonathan’s legs. He opened the package carefully. “I’d think that a doctor would appre-” Bruce broke off as Jonathan slid his foot warningly up his leg.
“Will you please apply that mouth to employment other than spouting off inane conversation, that frankly, I’m sure interests no-one you sleep with.”
I’m going to go absolutely batshit insane again if he keeps dragging this on.
Bruce looked at him, eyebrows raised, but said nothing. “I’m the beauty and you’re the brains…” he said, half to himself. “I got this because I don’t enjoy swallowing. And usually, there really wasn’t any place to spit besides the bed or floor - and that’s just too low-class for my upper-class breeding and all.”
“Riveted.” Jonathan said, gritting his teeth and laying back, wondering if Bruce liked to be smacked, since he was this close to doing it. He missed Bruce’s knowing grin, as he closed his eyes, waiting for more talk.
“As you wish,” Bruce said, brushing his hands over Jonathan’s abdomen, scraping his fingernails slowly down. Jonathan sighed in contentment.
Finally.
He gasped as Bruce flattened his palms over his hips and pinned him down, licked at the tip, catching it with his teeth gently, swirling his tongue across it, sucking hard, before ducking his head and taking him in completely. He struggled, crying out, against Bruce’s hands, but was just pushed harder down. He gripped the duvet as Bruce pulled back, dragging his teeth as he went, squeezing his lips over the tip. He took in a breath, as Bruce shoved him further onto the bed following, leaning over him, and kissed him. Jonathan tangled a hand in Bruce’ hair and trailed the other over his chest, opening his mouth to let Bruce in.
Breaking off the kiss to nip his way down Jonathan’s throat, Bruce smiled into the pale skin and Jonathan moaned softly. Bruce looked down at Jonathan for a moment, with the late afternoon sun pouring over him. He slid down off the edge of the bed, reaching for the condom. He put it on, pushing Jonathan’s legs apart a little more, licking up the underside of his shaft before taking just the head in, scraping his teeth a little harder as he drew back slightly. Jonathan hissed, rolling his hips.
Bruce teased him for a minute, pulling back when he would have taken him in deeper, working him until he was trembling, and the sun shone off his sweat-slicked body.
Jonathan tossed his head back, taking in ragged breaths. “Please…”
Bruce ran his hands over his hips, letting his fingers spread out, before letting him thrust up into his mouth, swallowing him, humming with pleasure. Jonathan arched off the bed, hands gripping the duvet, screaming wordlessly as he came. He stared at the chandelier hanging over the bed, panting for breath.
“Feel better?” Bruce asked with a small laugh.
“Mmm.” Jonathan craned his head to look at Bruce, then let his head flop back, he felt boneless, floating on the bed, not really feeling. “Give me a minute and then I’ll return the favour.”
“It’s okay, Jonathan, my pleasure,” Bruce said.
Jonathan sat up at that. “Now hang on, it’s all very well and good to demand sex and get it, but I’m not that self-centered, so c’mere.” He crooked a finger. Bruce shook his head and lifted a foot.
“I’ve still got my socks on.”
“And a rather impressive hard-on. So I don’t give as good a blow job as you. Are you really going to pass up free sex?”
Bruce shrugged. “I feel conflicted about it.”
“Conflicted? You take the cake, Bruce - you’ll go down on another guy, but let him return the favour and you go all iffy.”
“It’s not men in general. It’s you,” Bruce said softly.
Jonathan blinked slowly, trying to get his pleasure-addled brain to work. His lips thinned as he figured out what Bruce meant. “I see. You’ll do the Scarecrow, but not the other way around? That’s just too pathetic for you, to have to stoop so low as to let an insane ex-con suck you off. Wonderful. Brilliant.” His voice wobbled on the last words, and he blinked back sudden tears. “It wasn’t like I was wanting to have a relationship - just sex.”
He slid off the bed, grabbing his clothes angrily off the floor. “And you know what - I hope you get used to your hands because with that attitude nobody is going to come back for more no matter how much money you throw at them.”
He turned to fetch his glasses which were still on the bed, by the pillows. He came to a full stop, mouth dropping open. Bruce tossed his socks at the foot of the bed and leaned back on the pillows invitingly, the glasses perched rather awkwardly over his erection.
Jonathan laughed. “I suppose I really can’t pass up such an invitation.”
“I thought it was rather ingenious.” Bruce said with a smirk.
Jonathan dropped his clothes in a jumbled heap, and got back on the bed and plucked his glasses off, folding them neatly, and putting them on the nightstand.
“The only noises I want to hear coming out of your mouth are moans, groans, and screams. No talking.”
“Yes, Jonathan.”
“Shut up.”
“Mmm.”