Five times Batman covers Gordon...the one time he'd doesn't have to
A/N: Sorry for the delay but stupid RL got in the way!
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1081
Prompt: For the +1 it could be anything with Gordon doing the covering instead of Batman - He's a gentleman, after all.
It’s early morning, and a few rare sun beams make their way through the window of their small bedroom in the big mansion. Jim admires the peacefully sleeping man beside him. Bruce lies on his stomach, face turned towards his lover, strands of dark hair falling across his closed lids.
Gordon sighs.
How many times has he imagined this in the past, never believing that it would come true?
He still thinks of Bruce as Batman, even though he sees the handsome evidence before his eyes. He strokes his index finger down Bruce’s spine as carefully as possible, lingering in the middle of it.
“My poor baby,” he murmurs to himself and bends down, brushing his lips against the vertebrae. Bruce had finally told him the whole story about Selina luring him into Bane’s trap and the mercenary capturing him and almost breaking his body. Jim’s mouth moves up the precious spine, inch by tiny inch, his tongue flicking out from time to time. He breathes softly against the warm skin. So very grateful that things are about to change for the better again, with them united this time.
Bruce moans and stretches like a cat, moving towards the gentle touch. When Jim reaches the messy hair line on Bruce’s neck, he nuzzles his nose into it then makes his way downward, tracing every vertebra with the tip of his tongue, his hand brushing the many scars on the broad expanse of Bruce’s back. Even though his intentions weren’t about sex in the first place he feels his cock harden, only by tenderly pleasuring his lover.
“Hmm, Jim…” a raspy voice mutters and eyes slowly open, Bruce turning to his side so he can start gentle ministrations of Gordon’s slender body too. His hands roam possessively across a slightly hairy chest, a taut stomach until his fist leisurely loops around the Commissioner’s hard member.
Gordon hisses slightly, locking gazes with Bruce, finding the younger man’s arousal in turn, “I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” he admits, moving closer.
“We’ll do this the rest of our lives, Commissioner,” Bruce states huskily and starts to slowly devour his lover, curling his tongue expertly around the other man’s, one of his hands enveloping Gordon’s balls and rolling them.
Jim groans into the kiss, his own tongue becoming more demanding, pushing deeply into Batman’s mouth, sucking the younger man’s tongue into his. The kiss gets so heated that Bruce rolls Jim onto his back and rubs his whole body along the lithe figure beneath him, their erections creating dry friction, their fingers entangled in each others hair.
They go at it like this for several long moments, bodies shining with sweat, grunts and sighs filling the room. Their greedy hands leave each other’s scalps; Bruce’s reaching for the lube on the night stand and Jim’s agile fingers sliding all the way down that gorgeous back until he reaches those round globes of Bruce’s ass.
They break the kiss and Jim looks questioningly at his younger lover, licking his lips. When Bruce sits up on Gordon’s thighs, both their erections proud and leaking, Bruce softly says, “One of these days I want you to…” he swallows and blinks, coating Jim’s hard on in liberal amounts of oily grease, “fuck me while I lie on my back, until that’s possible…” he trails off,
lifts up and positions Jim’s hard on against his entrance. Without any warning he sinks all the way down on his lover. Gazes lock during the erotic process, and he sees Jim’s lust spike up even more. In turn Jim witnesses the pain and pleasure that simultaneously wrack Bruce’s body.
They both groan loudly from the depths of their souls, Gordon’s hands immediately reaching for Bruce’s cock and the tube of lubricant, squeezing the cool stuff onto it and firmly taking the whole slick length into both his hands, stroking up and down, massaging the thick vein, circling around the leaking crown.
“Oh god, Bruce,” he huffs, not able to say more but glance into the amber eyes as the younger man fucks himself on Gordon’s cock.
“I love you so much, Jim.” Bruce pulls him up so they both sit. He holds them in this position with his strength, pulling their bodies flush against each other, rubbing his own huge erection across his lover’s smooth stomach. Their kiss is demanding and all consuming, and they are biting each other in ecstasy, Gordon never letting go of Bruce’s hair, Bruce digging his fingers into Jim’s shoulder blades.
Bruce finally feels complete again, like he has found the other half to his shattered soul, Gordon’s cock so deep inside of him that it’s brushing his very core, filling him up, making him whole, giving him the most possible understanding, love and pleasure ever for his body and soul.
Jim reluctantly stops the kiss because he needs air, and manages to put their foreheads together. They don’t move, just stare at each other, panting heavily, Bruce contracting his inner muscles, feeling Jim’s cock thicken even more, his blue eyes becoming the shade of the night sky. Then he comes. Hard. Bruce’s name on his lips, tears in his eyes. His pulsing load caressing Bruce’s prostate.
Bruce’s whole body starts to shake uncontrollably and he feels his own climax build in the pit of his stomach. Holding Jim’s gaze, he groans, “Love you, Gordon,” in Batman’s voice. They kiss again through Bruce’s mind shattering orgasm, wave after wave of hot come covering Jim’s lower body. Jim brushes Bruce’s tears away with his thumbs when they finally crash backwards onto the mattress.
After endless moments of harsh panting, their gasps slowly turn back into normal breathing. Jim’s hands never stop caressing Bruce’s back. Bruce lying limp on top of him now, face buried in the crock of his neck, gently, lazily nipping at Gordon’s skin there.
Jim feels their bodies cool down and fumbles for his favourite cape that’s draped across the headboard. He pulls at it expertly and it falls over them in a graceful arc, as though it has a mind on its own, covering them.
As soon as Bruce feels it on his skin, he sighs blissfully and Jim only murmurs, “My beloved Bat.”
F I N
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1081
Prompt: For the +1 it could be anything with Gordon doing the covering instead of Batman - He's a gentleman, after all.
It’s early morning, and a few rare sun beams make their way through the window of their small bedroom in the big mansion. Jim admires the peacefully sleeping man beside him. Bruce lies on his stomach, face turned towards his lover, strands of dark hair falling across his closed lids.
Gordon sighs.
How many times has he imagined this in the past, never believing that it would come true?
He still thinks of Bruce as Batman, even though he sees the handsome evidence before his eyes. He strokes his index finger down Bruce’s spine as carefully as possible, lingering in the middle of it.
“My poor baby,” he murmurs to himself and bends down, brushing his lips against the vertebrae. Bruce had finally told him the whole story about Selina luring him into Bane’s trap and the mercenary capturing him and almost breaking his body. Jim’s mouth moves up the precious spine, inch by tiny inch, his tongue flicking out from time to time. He breathes softly against the warm skin. So very grateful that things are about to change for the better again, with them united this time.
Bruce moans and stretches like a cat, moving towards the gentle touch. When Jim reaches the messy hair line on Bruce’s neck, he nuzzles his nose into it then makes his way downward, tracing every vertebra with the tip of his tongue, his hand brushing the many scars on the broad expanse of Bruce’s back. Even though his intentions weren’t about sex in the first place he feels his cock harden, only by tenderly pleasuring his lover.
“Hmm, Jim…” a raspy voice mutters and eyes slowly open, Bruce turning to his side so he can start gentle ministrations of Gordon’s slender body too. His hands roam possessively across a slightly hairy chest, a taut stomach until his fist leisurely loops around the Commissioner’s hard member.
Gordon hisses slightly, locking gazes with Bruce, finding the younger man’s arousal in turn, “I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” he admits, moving closer.
“We’ll do this the rest of our lives, Commissioner,” Bruce states huskily and starts to slowly devour his lover, curling his tongue expertly around the other man’s, one of his hands enveloping Gordon’s balls and rolling them.
Jim groans into the kiss, his own tongue becoming more demanding, pushing deeply into Batman’s mouth, sucking the younger man’s tongue into his. The kiss gets so heated that Bruce rolls Jim onto his back and rubs his whole body along the lithe figure beneath him, their erections creating dry friction, their fingers entangled in each others hair.
They go at it like this for several long moments, bodies shining with sweat, grunts and sighs filling the room. Their greedy hands leave each other’s scalps; Bruce’s reaching for the lube on the night stand and Jim’s agile fingers sliding all the way down that gorgeous back until he reaches those round globes of Bruce’s ass.
They break the kiss and Jim looks questioningly at his younger lover, licking his lips. When Bruce sits up on Gordon’s thighs, both their erections proud and leaking, Bruce softly says, “One of these days I want you to…” he swallows and blinks, coating Jim’s hard on in liberal amounts of oily grease, “fuck me while I lie on my back, until that’s possible…” he trails off,
lifts up and positions Jim’s hard on against his entrance. Without any warning he sinks all the way down on his lover. Gazes lock during the erotic process, and he sees Jim’s lust spike up even more. In turn Jim witnesses the pain and pleasure that simultaneously wrack Bruce’s body.
They both groan loudly from the depths of their souls, Gordon’s hands immediately reaching for Bruce’s cock and the tube of lubricant, squeezing the cool stuff onto it and firmly taking the whole slick length into both his hands, stroking up and down, massaging the thick vein, circling around the leaking crown.
“Oh god, Bruce,” he huffs, not able to say more but glance into the amber eyes as the younger man fucks himself on Gordon’s cock.
“I love you so much, Jim.” Bruce pulls him up so they both sit. He holds them in this position with his strength, pulling their bodies flush against each other, rubbing his own huge erection across his lover’s smooth stomach. Their kiss is demanding and all consuming, and they are biting each other in ecstasy, Gordon never letting go of Bruce’s hair, Bruce digging his fingers into Jim’s shoulder blades.
Bruce finally feels complete again, like he has found the other half to his shattered soul, Gordon’s cock so deep inside of him that it’s brushing his very core, filling him up, making him whole, giving him the most possible understanding, love and pleasure ever for his body and soul.
Jim reluctantly stops the kiss because he needs air, and manages to put their foreheads together. They don’t move, just stare at each other, panting heavily, Bruce contracting his inner muscles, feeling Jim’s cock thicken even more, his blue eyes becoming the shade of the night sky. Then he comes. Hard. Bruce’s name on his lips, tears in his eyes. His pulsing load caressing Bruce’s prostate.
Bruce’s whole body starts to shake uncontrollably and he feels his own climax build in the pit of his stomach. Holding Jim’s gaze, he groans, “Love you, Gordon,” in Batman’s voice. They kiss again through Bruce’s mind shattering orgasm, wave after wave of hot come covering Jim’s lower body. Jim brushes Bruce’s tears away with his thumbs when they finally crash backwards onto the mattress.
After endless moments of harsh panting, their gasps slowly turn back into normal breathing. Jim’s hands never stop caressing Bruce’s back. Bruce lying limp on top of him now, face buried in the crock of his neck, gently, lazily nipping at Gordon’s skin there.
Jim feels their bodies cool down and fumbles for his favourite cape that’s draped across the headboard. He pulls at it expertly and it falls over them in a graceful arc, as though it has a mind on its own, covering them.
As soon as Bruce feels it on his skin, he sighs blissfully and Jim only murmurs, “My beloved Bat.”
F I N