Ficklet: Like a Snowflake.
Brex. (I know, I know, sorry drkcherry !!)
Young Lex in the snow...
:)
Flop!
"Stop it."
A string of laughter rang through the snow-covered Wayne grounds, to the left of a maze of tall shrubbery. A few scrunched steps.
Flop!
"Cut it out."
Muffled giggles behind him and Bruce was shaking the clumps of snow off his black hair. Picking up the medium Philips screwdriver.
Flop!
"Do you want me to fix this damn sled for you or not?"
A heavy sigh and Lex's lean body collapsed next to Bruce's, in the snow. Bruce did not need to look to see the black woolen overcoat and the gloved hands slipping inside large pockets. When Lex breathed hot and steamy in his left ear, he flicked the warmth with his head and Lex laughed again.
"I love being here, Bruce! With you. It sure beats school…or my dad's."
One sharp look at the half-closed bright eyes and Bruce could feel sweat sprouting on the back of his neck, under his black turtleneck sweater. Lex. A sentence in itself, a myriad of definitions in one single word.
Lex's left leather-covered hand lifted to caress Bruce's right cheek, bringing some of the warmth from Lex's body with it. Bruce closed his eyes. Dropped the tools from his hands.
"You just…need to…" Lex was whispering, drawing closer and closer until Bruce could feel the breath of Alfred's peach cobbler and Lex on him. Lex's fingers were running through his hair, taking a hold on the back of his head and holding him in place. Bruce's heart was drumming in his chest. He wanted it so much, that warm kiss, always. Lex.
"Loosen up a little!" Right hand and snow on his face, pushing the cold on him, making him fall sitting back. Like a cat, Lex was spinning as he stood and running for dear life, laughing. So like Lex, Bruce thought as he got to his feet and gave Lex the illusion of an escaping chance. To caress with one hand and offend with the other. Bruce did not bother to wipe the snow off his face as he gave chase.
Lex never looked back, and he laughed. Through the complex maze he had figured out in five minutes during his first visit.
"Bru-uce!" The change from spring green to winter white did nothing to change Lex's perception of the design, and so he ran with confidence and only a small fraction of concern at the lack of sounds behind him. It was Bruce's maze, after all.
"Ya can't catch--oof!" Lex was exhaling and bringing the black wall he had hit, just past a right turn, down with him. Bruce's left hand cupped the back of Lex's head to break his fall.
Lex smiled and pretended to fight Bruce off him. Bruce remained serious and pretended that Lex ever could.
"You cheated! Walked through the bushes!"
"I didn't know that there were rules." Bruce replied coldly, moving up to straddle Lex and start removing his own snow coat, black and thick. He placed the coat on the ground to the left side of Lex.
"Of course there are ru-mph!" Lex was being rolled over, on the coat, and Bruce was covering him completely with the entire length of his body.
"You want me to loosen up a little, do you?" Bruce murmured, roughly, and cold hands were reaching under Lex, Unbuttoning his slacks, thumbs hooking on the waistband and Lex was wriggling a little to help.
"Yes…I do…oh…" Nothing between his lower body and the cold winter air and Lex's left cheek sank onto the coat under him. Bruce's hands were gone, but Lex knew that they would soon return. He waited, smiling.
Bruce loved pockets. One day, he thought, he was going to have to design an outfit full of them. From a side pocket in his black combat pants, he produced a small bottle and a square wrap.
Lex let out a heartfelt moan and lifted his hips to welcome more of Bruce's finger inside him. The touch was ambivalent, cold and gentle at the same time. When it was Bruce's cock, three fingers later, Lex knew that it would be just as ambiguous, only warm and demanding.
"Bruce…" He groaned as a chest covered his back and teeth and tongue found the back of his neck.
A low growl and he was being immobilized, much like a cub who had transgressed and needed being put in his place by father wolf. And just like such, Bruce never hurt him. Lex relaxed further and gasped at the warmth sliding inside him.
"Br-uce…" There was saliva on Lex's neck, but Bruce was lapping it off before the low temperature could make it uncomfortable. His hips were making a slow and complete rhythmic journey to and from Lex's.
"Ahn, Bruce!"
"Shut up!" Bruce barked and moved to cover Lex's mouth with his right hand, because he did not want to come just yet and Lex moaning his name would do just that. But then Lex's lips were parting and taking two of Bruce's fingers inside the velvety wet and warm. Sucking and teeth scraping, and the groaning that emerged from deep within Lex's throat was oh, God! Bruce was thrusting with all his might, and the entire world turned into Lex and him inside Lex.
Bruce was still trembling from aftershocks when the boy wriggled under him and, turning around, smiled as he saw Bruce's unguarded pleasure. Reached between them and carefully pulled the condom off Bruce, then tossed it onto the snowy ground. Looked at the gray sky above them.
Breathing over Lex, Bruce could not help but disregard the snow around them, white and cold, his own coat, black and soft, and focused on the pale face inches away from his. Relaxed eyebrows and two tiny specs of black in the center of faded blue, eyelids opening and closing lazily. Cheeks only slightly reddened, nose whose bridge Bruce just wanted to lick, but did not. And Lex's lips. Lex's lips were a completely apart chapter in the book of Bruce Wayne's Sacred Things. Perhaps the only chapter. No matter how much Lex pushed him and how much he enjoyed marking the ivory skin, Lex's lips always escaped Bruce's wrath. They had already suffered enough.
"Bruce." When hands that misrepresented frailty but that Bruce knew could be just as aggressive as his grabbed the sweater over his shoulders, he had already lowered his eyes to the strong chin. Had to close his mouth not to drool over Lex's face. It would not have been the first time, because there was no one like Lex.
Pale, cool, fragile. Crisp, bright, light. Lethal.
"Like a snowflake…" Bruce mumbled. There is no one else like you.
"Bruce." Lex called again, but Bruce had yet to come back. Lex licked his lips, smiling, and shifted underneath the young man with dark eyes, regardless of their color.
Bruce's body shivered. "Lex." Lex, Lex, Lex, Lex.
Lex.
"Bruce. Suck me off now? It's getting cold."
A predatory smile, but it was the only one he had to give.
Of Course. Whatever you want.
"Look, Bruce, it's snowing!" Lex laughed, opening his mouth and bringing out his tongue so that snowflakes could melt on it.
But Bruce was already busy with a mouthful of uniqueness.