FIC: Touch of Gold
Title: Touch of Gold
Pairing: Bart Allen/Bruce Wayne
Synopsis: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Whew. I wanted to write some porn. Just porn.
Batman hadn’t intended for it to go anywhere, but the young Speedster was hurt and Robin had all but begged him to take care of him. And Batman had grumbled about it and snapped at Robin for being a mite irresponsible, but Impulse had a broken leg, and Batman wasn’t going to just leave it to try and set on its own. It would heal quick enough, for sure, and it wouldn’t do any good for them to have to break it again.
It had hurt, apparently, if Impulse’s tear streaked face was any indication. Batman, after setting the leg, was going to send the kid on his way, but his compulsory nature (though mostly repressed, it appeared on occasion) had him brush the tears away with gauntleted fingers. Impulse’s eyes had widened behind the gold tinted goggles and he had pushed them back, wild red hair tamed minutely by the confines of the elastic.
“Um… thankyoumr.Batman.” Impulse said quickly. Batman had graced him with the smallest of smiles he could manage and still be recognizable for what it was. Extremely mild amusement. Impulse’s cheeks were flushing slightly and his amber eyes had Batman mesmerized immediately. They sat staring at one another for several long moments. Something unspoken passed between them when Impulse reached up, pushing the Bat-cowl back.
Impulse drew in a sharp breath. Batman closed the distance between them to press his lips to Impulse’s. And then one kiss turned to two, and then more… and then, mindful of the still healing leg, Batman pulled Impulse in to his lap, using his well developed upper arm strength to grind the younger man’s body against his own. And soon, that wasn’t enough… so Batman was working Impulse’s costume down carefully, revealing slim hips and creamy, well sculpted thighs. Impulse was hard, a leaking erection springing out from a bed of copper-red curls.
Hand still gauntleted, Batman tangled his fingers through them, imagining the feel. He looked back at Impulse, amber meeting sapphire and locking there. Batman took in a deep breath and had Impulse brace himself on his shoulders. He reached around the lithe teen to remove his gloves, tossing the ink colored gauntlets to the floor.
Impulse worried his lower lips as one of Batman’s hands came to rest in the hollow of his hip and the other wrapped around his erection. Batman must have put lube on his hands when they were behind Impulse, taking his gloves off, because he felt the cool liquid touch his fevered member and let out a breathy sort of gasp. Batman started to stroke up and down his shaft with almost methodical strokes, swiping the pad of his thumb every so often.
Impulse was pushing up in to the hole of Batman’s fist, not having had another person do this to him ever. It felt much better than his own, and feeling the hand on his hip to steady him felt as near to perfection as Impulse was sure he’d ever get. He’d never admit it aloud, but what Batman was making him feel felt better than the Speed Force. He pushed up faster, vibrating as the pleasure got more and more intense. He was talking, his words jumbling together even worse than normal.
Batman couldn’t understand the hyperactive kid at the best of times. So it was no surprise he couldn’t make out whatever Impulse was saying. He could tell the kid was close though, it was the same way Wally got. The vibrating would speed up, there was that incoherency, the slightest crackle of electricity as the speed force began to activate around them.
Impulse let out a loud cry as he climaxed, spilling his seed over Batman’s hand and on his armor. Batman lifted him up and stood, placing the kid gingerly on a cot. It took a lot out of speedsters, to brush that close to their Valhalla and then come back from the brink and back to the real world. He wiped his hands off and replaced Impulse’s goggles and pants. Soon after, he was called in for a League mission. There was a note on his chest.
-Bart,
Alfred is aware of your presence. Should you have need or want of anything, there is a debit card next to you, the pin is 2112. Go treat yourself to something nice, I should be back later in the evening and we can continue what we started.
-B
Pairing: Bart Allen/Bruce Wayne
Synopsis: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Whew. I wanted to write some porn. Just porn.
Batman hadn’t intended for it to go anywhere, but the young Speedster was hurt and Robin had all but begged him to take care of him. And Batman had grumbled about it and snapped at Robin for being a mite irresponsible, but Impulse had a broken leg, and Batman wasn’t going to just leave it to try and set on its own. It would heal quick enough, for sure, and it wouldn’t do any good for them to have to break it again.
It had hurt, apparently, if Impulse’s tear streaked face was any indication. Batman, after setting the leg, was going to send the kid on his way, but his compulsory nature (though mostly repressed, it appeared on occasion) had him brush the tears away with gauntleted fingers. Impulse’s eyes had widened behind the gold tinted goggles and he had pushed them back, wild red hair tamed minutely by the confines of the elastic.
“Um… thankyoumr.Batman.” Impulse said quickly. Batman had graced him with the smallest of smiles he could manage and still be recognizable for what it was. Extremely mild amusement. Impulse’s cheeks were flushing slightly and his amber eyes had Batman mesmerized immediately. They sat staring at one another for several long moments. Something unspoken passed between them when Impulse reached up, pushing the Bat-cowl back.
Impulse drew in a sharp breath. Batman closed the distance between them to press his lips to Impulse’s. And then one kiss turned to two, and then more… and then, mindful of the still healing leg, Batman pulled Impulse in to his lap, using his well developed upper arm strength to grind the younger man’s body against his own. And soon, that wasn’t enough… so Batman was working Impulse’s costume down carefully, revealing slim hips and creamy, well sculpted thighs. Impulse was hard, a leaking erection springing out from a bed of copper-red curls.
Hand still gauntleted, Batman tangled his fingers through them, imagining the feel. He looked back at Impulse, amber meeting sapphire and locking there. Batman took in a deep breath and had Impulse brace himself on his shoulders. He reached around the lithe teen to remove his gloves, tossing the ink colored gauntlets to the floor.
Impulse worried his lower lips as one of Batman’s hands came to rest in the hollow of his hip and the other wrapped around his erection. Batman must have put lube on his hands when they were behind Impulse, taking his gloves off, because he felt the cool liquid touch his fevered member and let out a breathy sort of gasp. Batman started to stroke up and down his shaft with almost methodical strokes, swiping the pad of his thumb every so often.
Impulse was pushing up in to the hole of Batman’s fist, not having had another person do this to him ever. It felt much better than his own, and feeling the hand on his hip to steady him felt as near to perfection as Impulse was sure he’d ever get. He’d never admit it aloud, but what Batman was making him feel felt better than the Speed Force. He pushed up faster, vibrating as the pleasure got more and more intense. He was talking, his words jumbling together even worse than normal.
Batman couldn’t understand the hyperactive kid at the best of times. So it was no surprise he couldn’t make out whatever Impulse was saying. He could tell the kid was close though, it was the same way Wally got. The vibrating would speed up, there was that incoherency, the slightest crackle of electricity as the speed force began to activate around them.
Impulse let out a loud cry as he climaxed, spilling his seed over Batman’s hand and on his armor. Batman lifted him up and stood, placing the kid gingerly on a cot. It took a lot out of speedsters, to brush that close to their Valhalla and then come back from the brink and back to the real world. He wiped his hands off and replaced Impulse’s goggles and pants. Soon after, he was called in for a League mission. There was a note on his chest.
-Bart,
Alfred is aware of your presence. Should you have need or want of anything, there is a debit card next to you, the pin is 2112. Go treat yourself to something nice, I should be back later in the evening and we can continue what we started.
-B