What Happens In Arkham...Part 11
Title: What happens In Arkham...Part 11
Authors: knives99 and heatherhouse .
Fandom: Batman; Nolanverse
Pairing: Batman(Bruce)/The Joker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bruce Wayne goes to Arkham in search of The Joker's Secrets and Identity and ends up with more then he bargined for.
Warnings: Slash, Violence, Swearing, Sex.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and no profit is being made here. Batman and the Joker do not belong to me or my co-author.
Author's Note: This is a RP run story between me and my co-author knives99 . Knives plays Joker and Gordon while I play Bruce/Batman and Alfred.
P.S. : Knives99 has a brand new job and she's trying to settle into it. So it might go slow from here, but we hope to shell out posts around her schedule. So please be patient with us. We love you all.
Bruce’s voice brought him around from his struggling thoughts and anxieties. He opened his eyes and looked back at him,” Hi.”
"Alfred said you weren't too happy being in here," Bruce said carefully, though he was pleasantly surprised that he was still answering to the name. "I need you two to at least try and get along or this isn't going to work."
“What isn’t going to work?” He asked with obvious curiosity ringing in his voice.
Bruce brushed dark hair back from his face and leaned against the headboard, watching the other man carefully. "I have a proposition for you. An idea that will keep you out of Arkham, that is as long as it works." He said, baiting the man a little. He needed him interested before he gave Jack the actual details, to which a few he might find fault in.
He cocked a brow but sat up,” What are you planning..?” Those bright green eyes narrowed.
"That you stay here." He let that one hang in the air for a moment before folding his arms over his chest and carrying on. "I have sole access to the roof to the building, but you can only go up there at night if you don't want to be seen, TV, food, game machines, gadgets. I can safely say you won't get bored." He smirked. "You can even have your own room, there's a guest bedroom down the hall," he said nodding towards the door. "You can stay here as long as you like and the cops will never find you. If..." he looked straight at Jack and the Joker when he said this. "And only if you can meet my price."
That got the man’s full attention. He stared at Bruce like he was crazy for even thinking the idea. Then the word 'price' came up and his brow furrowed," What price?"
"No killing." It was a simple and final statement, no bargaining open, no loop holes. "No arson or mayhem of any kind. If you want the protection of this place you put the Joker away. I don't mind if he hangs around but the moment you step over the line and someone gets hurt it's over. I'll send you back to Arkham with a grant to raise the security." It was extreme, to enclose the Jokers world in his own, but for now it was all he could think of. "And if it gets to be too much, if you get urges that are just too powerful the arrangement we've had so far can still go on. I always need the work-out."
“I think you’re the crazy one here." Jack said simply," You don't know how...persuasive the Joker is." It was strange to refer to him in that way. A shiver ran down his spine," You don't understand me." He turned away but still was considering the offer in secret.
Bruce titled his head to the side and studied him for a second. "I'm trying to." He said honestly as he stood and walked towards the bathroom. It didn't look like he was getting sleep anytime soon so he might as well wake up properly. He stopped midway and turned back to the Jack. "I'm not gonna kick you out. But you have to try and commit to this deal for me to keep lying for you." He said before disappearing out of the room to give Jack time with his thoughts.
He lay still on his side. Thinking about Bruce’s offer carefully and searching for anything that could be used as some loop hole. Finding none he lay perfectly still and closed his eyes. Listening and focusing on feeling of his heart inside his chest. The beating was hard and loud and when he thought of Bruce he felt it grow faster. What was this feeling? He clutched the bed sheets in his hand tight. Put the clown away? How could he.. The Joker was always with him. Jack was never alone. It was amazing how he was even in slight control now. For a while he laid still there thinking and considering the options…and for once Batman didn’t come to his mind.
Bruce spit out water as the stream pelted him full blast. He didn't even wait for his body to acclimate itself to the heat, it helped him think and block out all but the facts. The last thing he needed was those recent urges and wants coming into play here. But that's how he'd ended up in this mess to begin with, wasn't it? He allowed himself to feel pity for the Joker, then stuck around long enough to realize he was human in a very real way. Then it had just escalated from there, but what Alfred had said, what he'd been insinuating. It hadn't gone as far as all that, had it? He turned his face up to the water and combed his hair back. No, it couldn't have. So why all this, why was he lying to Gordon, putting not only himself but Alfred in danger? Why did Jack have to exist? He'd just have to wait and see, maybe the answer would reveal itself over time. He just hoped he had that time.
Jack sat up and started unbuttoning his shirt. If he was going to put the Joker away then he'd need a distraction powerful enough to make sure he didn’t have urges or wants. He slipped it off and started working on the black pants. Joker had to be matched by his equal to be satisfied and that man was Batman. Jack was and so far had only finding satisfaction or comfort or desire from one man: Bruce. When he'd fully stripped down he approached the bathroom and opened the door. Silently he prowled in behind Bruce. He stood there behind him and took in the sight of the other wet, naked, and even more so possibly vulnerable.
His thoughts had calmed down by now, just focusing on the way the hot water felt when he felt the new feeling of eyes watching him. His body tensed, ready to react until his mind kicked in and told him to wait, he relaxed when he opened his eyes long enough to glance behind him. He chuckled. "I'm gonna have to get used to that." He said under his breath. "You already had a shower."
Slowly reaching out and placing his hands on those wet hot shoulders and resting his head on the back of his neck and answered,” Yes.” He rested there and didn’t move other wise. Water started to soak him again while he stood under the spray with Bruce," I..I want to be...were you are.."
He heard the rough voice near his ear and a shudder passed through him, the welcome weight behind him. He nodded his head. "All right." He said softly, reaching back to run a hand through wet blond hair, the urge he'd worked against earlier. "All right." 'God help us two, we've resigned ourselves to a pleasant hell,' he thought.
His eyes closed and he just enjoyed the moment. Feeling a gentle hush come over his soul for a second before something in the back of his mind mockingly said,’ We’ll see just how long you can hold out little Jack.’ Then violent laughter hard enough that he pushed against Bruce harder and bit into his bottom lip anxiously.
Bruce turned his head to look at Jack, having had to brace them both against the wall. "Jack?" He asked with concern. He turned in the mans arms so they were face to face and Bruce could look at him properly.
He didn’t react or answer at first but then after a moment he looked up at Bruce and smiled," Let me wash you."
The air left him in a puff of surprise followed by a funny looking smile in return. He raised an eyebrow when he realized the man wasn't joking and nodded, not sure if words were going to cover his feelings on the request.
Looking around he soon spotted a soap bar and worked it in his wet hands till a lather formed. The he returned the soap carefully to its place as if it was delicate then facing Bruce ran his soap covered hands over his chest. Admiring him,” Where did you get...?” He paused staring at knife wound,” All these scars?”
His heart rate kicked up for more then just the hands on his chest, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Where did you get yours?" He asked in kind, his fingers reaching out to trace the cut along his thigh. He found it morbidly amusing that Jack was staring at his own signature.
“Many things." His eyes knew a knife wound when he saw it. Made him wonder. "Yours? Where did you get them?" When he was sure Bruce's upper front body was washed he moved so their chest's touched and his arms were embracing him. They rubbed over his back. Jack rested his chin on Bruce's shoulder and closed his eyes.
He could tell Jack wasn't going to let it drop easily. His eyes closed as those arms twined around him and laughed a little. "I spent six years away from Gotham. A lot of them came from running into people back then who didn't agree with my world views, among other things." He said, giving a lot but just shy of giving away too much.
Leaning up he pushed his mouth against Bruce’s neck and kissed it. "What did you do for six years?" He kissed up slightly moving under his jaw. His hands moved in lazy patterns on Bruce's back. Really now he was just enjoying himself more then washing the other man.
Bruce tilted his head back, giving Jack room to do as he pleased as his body didn't know whether they wanted to move into Jack's hands or his body more. "Traveled mostly," he said, fingers sliding through his hair. "Saw all the places my dad used to talk about when I was a kid." It was safe and dangerous at the same time. But it was someone to tell, even if it was only half the story. His arm wrapped around Jack's waist and brought him closer.
“Mmhhmmm...” He purred and kissed under Bruce’s ear,” Why do you feel so good?” His hand’s stilled and moved lower and grabbed a handful of firm ass. He chuckled,” How long does it take to get a body like this to be mine?”
Bruce hissed through his teeth, a certain part of his anatomy taking extreme interest in the situation. "Figuratively or literately?" He asked with a hint of teasing once he'd gotten his balance back. "Because literally, you'd have to cut back on the sugar and caffeine." Which was pretty unlikely with Jack's taste for sweets. He was breathing faster, inhaling steamed air that cleared his lungs.
A breathy chuckle right into Bruce’s ear and one his arms moved around going towards the front of his hips. “I think I could have yours in seconds...” He ran his palm over an obvious stiffening cock.
His fingers curled tight in Jack's hair, holding himself still as he tried to control his breathing. Great for fighting, completely ineffective during sex. "Is that what you were getting at?" He asked a moment later, brown eyes pure liquid as he leaned back against the wall.
His head cocked in the direction of then hand holding on to his wet hair. A serious hungry expression crossed his face and he took his other hand away from Bruce’s back and forced his body up against his, now trapping the man between the wall and Jack. Then taking Bruce’s other arm from around him he brought it up to his mouth and licked teasingly over his finger’s while his other hand rubbed slowly over Bruce’s erection. He gave a very talented display with his mouth and tongue over the long digits and slowly he suckled on the middle finger, letting Bruce get familiar again with that talented tongue moving along the underside of it. His eyes were locked on the handsome face watching him.
"Uhh.." Bruce watched him with glazed, half hooded eyes, his breath coming out in steady pants as he watched. It would have taken an act of god to make him tear his eyes away from that wanton sight. The added stimulus to his cock made his hips buck and his head fall back against the wall, but he never lost eye contact. His body shuddered, hips rolling into the attentive hand as the actions of a wicked mouth sent tiny little tremors to his groin and made him ache all the more.
Soon his hand curled around the stiff and slick cock and gave slow strokes while his mouth lavished its attention on that large hand and its finger’s. He kissed them, licked them, and suckled on them till he finally let go and teasingly moved his lips over Bruce’s mouth,” Tell me what I want to hear.”
The muscles in his legs and arms tensed, flexed with each stroke and he'd finally given in to closing his eyes when he felt Jack speak against his lips. He fought to unglue his eyelids to look at him, face flushed, his pupils dilated as he licked his lips in preparation to speak. "I..." He stuttered to a halt on one particular stroke before he found his voice again. "I want you." His usual baritone a little strained. "Now."
He pushed his mouth against Bruce’s eagerly and sped up his strokes some. Wanting to enjoy his control and power more. He trailed his free hand down Bruce’s back and slowly dug in his nails. His kisses grew aggressive as the power he had now went to his head. He groaned against the other man’s mouth and gave him a squeeze.
His moans were muffled by the kiss, and he bucked sharply when he felt nails break skin and blood began to trickle down his back and thigh before being washed away. His mouth was aching and numb from the kiss, but sense and reason were starting to spiral away and his body jerked suddenly, his hand finding any way to pull Jack's slick body against his.
His strokes didn’t stop or slow very much as he was pulled nice and tight into Bruce’s wonderful embrace. He broke the kiss and with a smile more wicked then the devil he started to kiss down his neck, and moved down along his chest. Soon he was on his knees and licking around the head of Bruce's cock," Mmh.."
Bruce was so far gone that he couldn't tell when Jack had moved from his neck to his cock, the words were a haze until a tongue brought everything into sharp focus. A sudden guttural noise was ripped form his throat and hands fisted in blond hair to hold him back. He tried to calm down, keep his bucking hips still in an effort not to hurt Jack. Shit, he could barely tell which way was up let alone tell his body what to do at this point. "Wait..."
He was just about to indulge Bruce into his talented mouth before his mind noted Bruce asking him to wait. If he'd been any other person he would have listened or at least not resisted the hands pulling his hair and keeping him from the prize. So he just made a sexy expression: His mouth open and tongue out. His eyes looked so expectant.
He really had something intelligent and suave to say, anything to save him from that mouth. But he made the mistake of looking down as Jack fought against his hold to lick him. He stared in amazement and felt his hands loosening, letting him get closer until his fingers felt the hair slide away and his hands tried to find purchase on the slick wall behind him.
In moments Jack felt his mouth fill with Bruce's cock. The taste as good as he recalled as he played his tongue around the head first before sinking his mouth down along the shaft. His hands moved behind Bruce and grabbed his ass as he started to move his head further along it till he couldn’t think he could handle anymore. He was able to go down far on Bruce. He stayed in place for a minute just to suck and enjoy it. Then he started to slide his mouth back while sucking hard. Soon one hand left a firm ass cheek to the wall and it rested over one of Bruce's hands.
Bruce was a mess of moans and keening noises and it was only the hands holding and directing him that kept him sane. He nearly laughed at that thought but it was cut off into a choked moan as Jack's mouth fully engulfed him. His head made a solid thud against the wall, the sudden burst of stars behind his eyes from the action enough to keep him still until he was pulled on. All the air seemed to rush into his lungs and out again as he came in that mouth. "Jack!!" He growled out, his hand gripping the one that found his painfully as the tremors made his knees go slack and he had to press himself into the wall to stay upright.
It didn’t take him off guard or cause a panic. He stilled his mouth as cum flooded over his tongue. He intended to milk every drop till it was all gone. No need to make a mess now. When he was sure he had it all he swallowed, pulled away, and looked up at Bruce licking his lips. "Mmm.." He sighed. That had to have been one of the best blow jobs he'd ever given.
Still panting, Bruce burst into laughter as his body still spasmed with the little after shocks when he saw Jacks 'cat that caught he canary' look. He let his head loll back against the wall and shut his eyes. "I think...I'm taking showers by myself from...now on for my own safety." He muttered, tugging weakly at the back of Jack's neck to bring him up from his knees.
He rose up with a curious tone of voice," Heeeey...I have to have my daily protein intake."
Bruce laughed, short, genuine and raw from sex. Pushing back wet hair, he leaned his head back against the shower before reaching out to pull Jack into his arms while he caught his breath.
Jack allowed himself to be pulled into the more powerful heat of Bruce's body and sighed. That heat was so powerful. Was it only Bruce who held it? Why was it Bruce gave him this strange feeling? A painful laugh rang in his head. Mocking him and the shared feeling with the billionare..He bowed his head and bit his lip.
Authors: knives99 and heatherhouse .
Fandom: Batman; Nolanverse
Pairing: Batman(Bruce)/The Joker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bruce Wayne goes to Arkham in search of The Joker's Secrets and Identity and ends up with more then he bargined for.
Warnings: Slash, Violence, Swearing, Sex.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and no profit is being made here. Batman and the Joker do not belong to me or my co-author.
Author's Note: This is a RP run story between me and my co-author knives99 . Knives plays Joker and Gordon while I play Bruce/Batman and Alfred.
P.S. : Knives99 has a brand new job and she's trying to settle into it. So it might go slow from here, but we hope to shell out posts around her schedule. So please be patient with us. We love you all.
Bruce’s voice brought him around from his struggling thoughts and anxieties. He opened his eyes and looked back at him,” Hi.”
"Alfred said you weren't too happy being in here," Bruce said carefully, though he was pleasantly surprised that he was still answering to the name. "I need you two to at least try and get along or this isn't going to work."
“What isn’t going to work?” He asked with obvious curiosity ringing in his voice.
Bruce brushed dark hair back from his face and leaned against the headboard, watching the other man carefully. "I have a proposition for you. An idea that will keep you out of Arkham, that is as long as it works." He said, baiting the man a little. He needed him interested before he gave Jack the actual details, to which a few he might find fault in.
He cocked a brow but sat up,” What are you planning..?” Those bright green eyes narrowed.
"That you stay here." He let that one hang in the air for a moment before folding his arms over his chest and carrying on. "I have sole access to the roof to the building, but you can only go up there at night if you don't want to be seen, TV, food, game machines, gadgets. I can safely say you won't get bored." He smirked. "You can even have your own room, there's a guest bedroom down the hall," he said nodding towards the door. "You can stay here as long as you like and the cops will never find you. If..." he looked straight at Jack and the Joker when he said this. "And only if you can meet my price."
That got the man’s full attention. He stared at Bruce like he was crazy for even thinking the idea. Then the word 'price' came up and his brow furrowed," What price?"
"No killing." It was a simple and final statement, no bargaining open, no loop holes. "No arson or mayhem of any kind. If you want the protection of this place you put the Joker away. I don't mind if he hangs around but the moment you step over the line and someone gets hurt it's over. I'll send you back to Arkham with a grant to raise the security." It was extreme, to enclose the Jokers world in his own, but for now it was all he could think of. "And if it gets to be too much, if you get urges that are just too powerful the arrangement we've had so far can still go on. I always need the work-out."
“I think you’re the crazy one here." Jack said simply," You don't know how...persuasive the Joker is." It was strange to refer to him in that way. A shiver ran down his spine," You don't understand me." He turned away but still was considering the offer in secret.
Bruce titled his head to the side and studied him for a second. "I'm trying to." He said honestly as he stood and walked towards the bathroom. It didn't look like he was getting sleep anytime soon so he might as well wake up properly. He stopped midway and turned back to the Jack. "I'm not gonna kick you out. But you have to try and commit to this deal for me to keep lying for you." He said before disappearing out of the room to give Jack time with his thoughts.
He lay still on his side. Thinking about Bruce’s offer carefully and searching for anything that could be used as some loop hole. Finding none he lay perfectly still and closed his eyes. Listening and focusing on feeling of his heart inside his chest. The beating was hard and loud and when he thought of Bruce he felt it grow faster. What was this feeling? He clutched the bed sheets in his hand tight. Put the clown away? How could he.. The Joker was always with him. Jack was never alone. It was amazing how he was even in slight control now. For a while he laid still there thinking and considering the options…and for once Batman didn’t come to his mind.
Bruce spit out water as the stream pelted him full blast. He didn't even wait for his body to acclimate itself to the heat, it helped him think and block out all but the facts. The last thing he needed was those recent urges and wants coming into play here. But that's how he'd ended up in this mess to begin with, wasn't it? He allowed himself to feel pity for the Joker, then stuck around long enough to realize he was human in a very real way. Then it had just escalated from there, but what Alfred had said, what he'd been insinuating. It hadn't gone as far as all that, had it? He turned his face up to the water and combed his hair back. No, it couldn't have. So why all this, why was he lying to Gordon, putting not only himself but Alfred in danger? Why did Jack have to exist? He'd just have to wait and see, maybe the answer would reveal itself over time. He just hoped he had that time.
Jack sat up and started unbuttoning his shirt. If he was going to put the Joker away then he'd need a distraction powerful enough to make sure he didn’t have urges or wants. He slipped it off and started working on the black pants. Joker had to be matched by his equal to be satisfied and that man was Batman. Jack was and so far had only finding satisfaction or comfort or desire from one man: Bruce. When he'd fully stripped down he approached the bathroom and opened the door. Silently he prowled in behind Bruce. He stood there behind him and took in the sight of the other wet, naked, and even more so possibly vulnerable.
His thoughts had calmed down by now, just focusing on the way the hot water felt when he felt the new feeling of eyes watching him. His body tensed, ready to react until his mind kicked in and told him to wait, he relaxed when he opened his eyes long enough to glance behind him. He chuckled. "I'm gonna have to get used to that." He said under his breath. "You already had a shower."
Slowly reaching out and placing his hands on those wet hot shoulders and resting his head on the back of his neck and answered,” Yes.” He rested there and didn’t move other wise. Water started to soak him again while he stood under the spray with Bruce," I..I want to be...were you are.."
He heard the rough voice near his ear and a shudder passed through him, the welcome weight behind him. He nodded his head. "All right." He said softly, reaching back to run a hand through wet blond hair, the urge he'd worked against earlier. "All right." 'God help us two, we've resigned ourselves to a pleasant hell,' he thought.
His eyes closed and he just enjoyed the moment. Feeling a gentle hush come over his soul for a second before something in the back of his mind mockingly said,’ We’ll see just how long you can hold out little Jack.’ Then violent laughter hard enough that he pushed against Bruce harder and bit into his bottom lip anxiously.
Bruce turned his head to look at Jack, having had to brace them both against the wall. "Jack?" He asked with concern. He turned in the mans arms so they were face to face and Bruce could look at him properly.
He didn’t react or answer at first but then after a moment he looked up at Bruce and smiled," Let me wash you."
The air left him in a puff of surprise followed by a funny looking smile in return. He raised an eyebrow when he realized the man wasn't joking and nodded, not sure if words were going to cover his feelings on the request.
Looking around he soon spotted a soap bar and worked it in his wet hands till a lather formed. The he returned the soap carefully to its place as if it was delicate then facing Bruce ran his soap covered hands over his chest. Admiring him,” Where did you get...?” He paused staring at knife wound,” All these scars?”
His heart rate kicked up for more then just the hands on his chest, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Where did you get yours?" He asked in kind, his fingers reaching out to trace the cut along his thigh. He found it morbidly amusing that Jack was staring at his own signature.
“Many things." His eyes knew a knife wound when he saw it. Made him wonder. "Yours? Where did you get them?" When he was sure Bruce's upper front body was washed he moved so their chest's touched and his arms were embracing him. They rubbed over his back. Jack rested his chin on Bruce's shoulder and closed his eyes.
He could tell Jack wasn't going to let it drop easily. His eyes closed as those arms twined around him and laughed a little. "I spent six years away from Gotham. A lot of them came from running into people back then who didn't agree with my world views, among other things." He said, giving a lot but just shy of giving away too much.
Leaning up he pushed his mouth against Bruce’s neck and kissed it. "What did you do for six years?" He kissed up slightly moving under his jaw. His hands moved in lazy patterns on Bruce's back. Really now he was just enjoying himself more then washing the other man.
Bruce tilted his head back, giving Jack room to do as he pleased as his body didn't know whether they wanted to move into Jack's hands or his body more. "Traveled mostly," he said, fingers sliding through his hair. "Saw all the places my dad used to talk about when I was a kid." It was safe and dangerous at the same time. But it was someone to tell, even if it was only half the story. His arm wrapped around Jack's waist and brought him closer.
“Mmhhmmm...” He purred and kissed under Bruce’s ear,” Why do you feel so good?” His hand’s stilled and moved lower and grabbed a handful of firm ass. He chuckled,” How long does it take to get a body like this to be mine?”
Bruce hissed through his teeth, a certain part of his anatomy taking extreme interest in the situation. "Figuratively or literately?" He asked with a hint of teasing once he'd gotten his balance back. "Because literally, you'd have to cut back on the sugar and caffeine." Which was pretty unlikely with Jack's taste for sweets. He was breathing faster, inhaling steamed air that cleared his lungs.
A breathy chuckle right into Bruce’s ear and one his arms moved around going towards the front of his hips. “I think I could have yours in seconds...” He ran his palm over an obvious stiffening cock.
His fingers curled tight in Jack's hair, holding himself still as he tried to control his breathing. Great for fighting, completely ineffective during sex. "Is that what you were getting at?" He asked a moment later, brown eyes pure liquid as he leaned back against the wall.
His head cocked in the direction of then hand holding on to his wet hair. A serious hungry expression crossed his face and he took his other hand away from Bruce’s back and forced his body up against his, now trapping the man between the wall and Jack. Then taking Bruce’s other arm from around him he brought it up to his mouth and licked teasingly over his finger’s while his other hand rubbed slowly over Bruce’s erection. He gave a very talented display with his mouth and tongue over the long digits and slowly he suckled on the middle finger, letting Bruce get familiar again with that talented tongue moving along the underside of it. His eyes were locked on the handsome face watching him.
"Uhh.." Bruce watched him with glazed, half hooded eyes, his breath coming out in steady pants as he watched. It would have taken an act of god to make him tear his eyes away from that wanton sight. The added stimulus to his cock made his hips buck and his head fall back against the wall, but he never lost eye contact. His body shuddered, hips rolling into the attentive hand as the actions of a wicked mouth sent tiny little tremors to his groin and made him ache all the more.
Soon his hand curled around the stiff and slick cock and gave slow strokes while his mouth lavished its attention on that large hand and its finger’s. He kissed them, licked them, and suckled on them till he finally let go and teasingly moved his lips over Bruce’s mouth,” Tell me what I want to hear.”
The muscles in his legs and arms tensed, flexed with each stroke and he'd finally given in to closing his eyes when he felt Jack speak against his lips. He fought to unglue his eyelids to look at him, face flushed, his pupils dilated as he licked his lips in preparation to speak. "I..." He stuttered to a halt on one particular stroke before he found his voice again. "I want you." His usual baritone a little strained. "Now."
He pushed his mouth against Bruce’s eagerly and sped up his strokes some. Wanting to enjoy his control and power more. He trailed his free hand down Bruce’s back and slowly dug in his nails. His kisses grew aggressive as the power he had now went to his head. He groaned against the other man’s mouth and gave him a squeeze.
His moans were muffled by the kiss, and he bucked sharply when he felt nails break skin and blood began to trickle down his back and thigh before being washed away. His mouth was aching and numb from the kiss, but sense and reason were starting to spiral away and his body jerked suddenly, his hand finding any way to pull Jack's slick body against his.
His strokes didn’t stop or slow very much as he was pulled nice and tight into Bruce’s wonderful embrace. He broke the kiss and with a smile more wicked then the devil he started to kiss down his neck, and moved down along his chest. Soon he was on his knees and licking around the head of Bruce's cock," Mmh.."
Bruce was so far gone that he couldn't tell when Jack had moved from his neck to his cock, the words were a haze until a tongue brought everything into sharp focus. A sudden guttural noise was ripped form his throat and hands fisted in blond hair to hold him back. He tried to calm down, keep his bucking hips still in an effort not to hurt Jack. Shit, he could barely tell which way was up let alone tell his body what to do at this point. "Wait..."
He was just about to indulge Bruce into his talented mouth before his mind noted Bruce asking him to wait. If he'd been any other person he would have listened or at least not resisted the hands pulling his hair and keeping him from the prize. So he just made a sexy expression: His mouth open and tongue out. His eyes looked so expectant.
He really had something intelligent and suave to say, anything to save him from that mouth. But he made the mistake of looking down as Jack fought against his hold to lick him. He stared in amazement and felt his hands loosening, letting him get closer until his fingers felt the hair slide away and his hands tried to find purchase on the slick wall behind him.
In moments Jack felt his mouth fill with Bruce's cock. The taste as good as he recalled as he played his tongue around the head first before sinking his mouth down along the shaft. His hands moved behind Bruce and grabbed his ass as he started to move his head further along it till he couldn’t think he could handle anymore. He was able to go down far on Bruce. He stayed in place for a minute just to suck and enjoy it. Then he started to slide his mouth back while sucking hard. Soon one hand left a firm ass cheek to the wall and it rested over one of Bruce's hands.
Bruce was a mess of moans and keening noises and it was only the hands holding and directing him that kept him sane. He nearly laughed at that thought but it was cut off into a choked moan as Jack's mouth fully engulfed him. His head made a solid thud against the wall, the sudden burst of stars behind his eyes from the action enough to keep him still until he was pulled on. All the air seemed to rush into his lungs and out again as he came in that mouth. "Jack!!" He growled out, his hand gripping the one that found his painfully as the tremors made his knees go slack and he had to press himself into the wall to stay upright.
It didn’t take him off guard or cause a panic. He stilled his mouth as cum flooded over his tongue. He intended to milk every drop till it was all gone. No need to make a mess now. When he was sure he had it all he swallowed, pulled away, and looked up at Bruce licking his lips. "Mmm.." He sighed. That had to have been one of the best blow jobs he'd ever given.
Still panting, Bruce burst into laughter as his body still spasmed with the little after shocks when he saw Jacks 'cat that caught he canary' look. He let his head loll back against the wall and shut his eyes. "I think...I'm taking showers by myself from...now on for my own safety." He muttered, tugging weakly at the back of Jack's neck to bring him up from his knees.
He rose up with a curious tone of voice," Heeeey...I have to have my daily protein intake."
Bruce laughed, short, genuine and raw from sex. Pushing back wet hair, he leaned his head back against the shower before reaching out to pull Jack into his arms while he caught his breath.
Jack allowed himself to be pulled into the more powerful heat of Bruce's body and sighed. That heat was so powerful. Was it only Bruce who held it? Why was it Bruce gave him this strange feeling? A painful laugh rang in his head. Mocking him and the shared feeling with the billionare..He bowed his head and bit his lip.