Fic: Aches
Title: Aches
Author: lokiiago
Chapter: 1
Rating: R (?)
Pairing: Bruce/Jonathan
Disclaimers: No profit or ownership.
Warnings: Short explicit daydream, explicit dirty talk, romantic slash
Jonathan Crane lay there on his side, writhing in pain. He and the Batman had been struggling over a briefcase inside of which was a detonator. A hardy kick from Batman to Crane's solar plexus had him tumbling backwards and down a flight of stairs. He now ached not just in his chest, but he felt one of his legs was, if not broken, in need of serious examination. He groaned softly, anger at his own impotence swelling inside him. But every time he tried to get to his feet, his leg would ignite with ice-cold fire and he would fall to the ground once more.
He saw two big, black boots in front of his eyes. The Batman knelt down and looked at him. "Lose your footing there, Scarecrow?" he asked. Crane wheezed, his breath still unable to be caught. Batman looked down at his opponent's leg--it was bending slightly off-angle. Fine, he thought, the easier it'll be to leave him here until the police arrive. Batman stood to go when he heard Crane whimper. It was soft and high as a kitten's mew, but something so heart-breakingly helpless about it.
Crane knew getting him medical attention for a non-lethal booboo would hardly be the cops' main worry. But the pain was so immense. It filled him with hate so strong it was almost blinding but at long last he gathered a deep breath, all he could, and stammered:
"Please help me."
The simpleness of those three words melted his heart. That, and the fact Crane's upturned mask had revealed those two eyes Bruce had come to know, love, and despise so well. Batman scooped Scarecrow up and that was all Crane saw before succumbing to the pain and falling unconscious.
~*~
Jonathan woke up in a white set of pajamas in a brightly colored room. There was sunshine streaming in through white curtains and the bed was fluffier and softer than any he had ever experienced. He closed his eyes and was about to sigh happily when a slight ache in his chest reminded him of the past night's experience--or had it been longer? Questions were filling his mind to the point of a nervous sweat breaking out by the time there was a knock on the door and a handsome young man with thick brown hair, brown eyes, and the biggest biceps Jon had ever seen walked in.
"I'm glad you're finally awake," he said, carrying a small tray with a steaming plate and a glass of water. He set it across Jon's lap and sat by the edge of the bed. "Didn't want to wake you but you really should eat something."
"Where am I?" Jon asked, not coldly as usual, but with a hint of nervous frost.
"The...person who took you here," the man said. "He's a close friend. For obvious reasons, he felt it wouldn't be wise for him to take care of you personally so he entrusted you to me."
"He--didn't turn me in?" Crane asked, brow furrowed.
The man shrugged. "I'm Bruce." They shook hands and the roughness and warmth of those hands sent tingles all down Jonathan's spine. They looked at each other silently a moment, their hands still touching. Then a shocking truth dawned on him.
"Did you undress me?" he asked, the regular Scarecrow-venom back in his voice.
Bruce laughed. "No, I'm afraid the pleasure was our friend's." Crane's mouth dropped open. "I'm sure he handled...matters," Bruce offered, "with the utmost respect." Jonathan began to pout when Bruce held up the tray he had brought in. "Is lamb alright? If you're a vegetarian I have--"
Crane took the plate and took a cautious bite with the silver fork provided. Bruce smiled.
"If there's ever anything you need, you can press the intercom to the left okay?"
"I have to stay in bed?" Crane asked, disgusted.
"Your shin's broken in two places. We were able to make a make-shift cast for you but it'll take a while before you can bop around again." Bruce said the next bit gently, "And maybe that's for the better."
Jonathan put down the tray and glared at him. "Who are you?" he hissed.
Bruce put up his hands. "Just a friend."
Crane thought a moment. "How will I shower?"
"Well," Bruce said. "You'd have to take baths instead so you could stick that leg out of the water. I could," he paused, "I could help if you'd like."
Crane nodded sarcastically but then Bruce put a hand on Jonathan's shoulder. It was so big, it got the entire thing in one palm. He couldn't help but imagine those hands running over him, soapy and soaking wet. Maybe they'd make it a bath for two, their warm chests and hips rubbing up close together. Bruce would move underneath him, his cock gently gliding up into him, making him moan and cry out--
He snapped out of it. Both men soon became aware that in that one daydream because of the tiniest touch, Jonathan was hard as a rock underneath his sheets. Jonathan stared at Bruce, eyes wide and mouth open slightly. Bruce thought a moment before running a hand down Jonathan's cheek, brushing away any stray strands of hair and feeling his soft skin. Jon closed his eyes and smiled.
"My friend did say to make sure you had everything you needed..."
Crane smirked. "Did he?"
Bruce nodded, their faces close. "Oh yeah."
"You planning on spoiling me, Bruce?"
"Mmhm." The two were inches away, their breath practically entwined. Their lips were so close, their heartbeats in sync. Finally Bruce made the leap and gently planted a soft kiss on Jonathan's mouth. Sparks flew and the energy within both of them made Crane forget entirely about any other sensation in his body. Jonathan spun, tipping Bruce onto his back, and crawled up, straddling him. Once on top, Jonathan tore open the buttons on Bruce's shirt and kissed down his chest. He kissed his nipples, licking around them before sucking on one while gently pinching the other.
Bruce moaned and grabbed Crane's round little ass. He squeezed it hard as Jonathan whispered into his ear:
"I want you. I want that fat cock jammed up inside me." He watched as Bruce's eyes shut tighter and tighter, a very firm lump rising right under Jonathan's ass. "I want you to pin me down on my back and fuck me hard with my legs over your shoulders so you can see what you do to me when you pound me..."
"What do you do?" Bruce managed.
Crane started to pretend to moan. He gasped and groaned and yelled.
"Oh God!" Bruce panted. And then Crane stopped. He flipped over, onto his side and simply stared at him.
Crane chuckled and put his arms around Bruce's neck. "I'd like that bath, then."
Bruce reached back, taking one of Jonathan's hands and kissing it softly. "Your wish is my command."
TO BE CONTINUED
Author: lokiiago
Chapter: 1
Rating: R (?)
Pairing: Bruce/Jonathan
Disclaimers: No profit or ownership.
Warnings: Short explicit daydream, explicit dirty talk, romantic slash
Jonathan Crane lay there on his side, writhing in pain. He and the Batman had been struggling over a briefcase inside of which was a detonator. A hardy kick from Batman to Crane's solar plexus had him tumbling backwards and down a flight of stairs. He now ached not just in his chest, but he felt one of his legs was, if not broken, in need of serious examination. He groaned softly, anger at his own impotence swelling inside him. But every time he tried to get to his feet, his leg would ignite with ice-cold fire and he would fall to the ground once more.
He saw two big, black boots in front of his eyes. The Batman knelt down and looked at him. "Lose your footing there, Scarecrow?" he asked. Crane wheezed, his breath still unable to be caught. Batman looked down at his opponent's leg--it was bending slightly off-angle. Fine, he thought, the easier it'll be to leave him here until the police arrive. Batman stood to go when he heard Crane whimper. It was soft and high as a kitten's mew, but something so heart-breakingly helpless about it.
Crane knew getting him medical attention for a non-lethal booboo would hardly be the cops' main worry. But the pain was so immense. It filled him with hate so strong it was almost blinding but at long last he gathered a deep breath, all he could, and stammered:
"Please help me."
The simpleness of those three words melted his heart. That, and the fact Crane's upturned mask had revealed those two eyes Bruce had come to know, love, and despise so well. Batman scooped Scarecrow up and that was all Crane saw before succumbing to the pain and falling unconscious.
~*~
Jonathan woke up in a white set of pajamas in a brightly colored room. There was sunshine streaming in through white curtains and the bed was fluffier and softer than any he had ever experienced. He closed his eyes and was about to sigh happily when a slight ache in his chest reminded him of the past night's experience--or had it been longer? Questions were filling his mind to the point of a nervous sweat breaking out by the time there was a knock on the door and a handsome young man with thick brown hair, brown eyes, and the biggest biceps Jon had ever seen walked in.
"I'm glad you're finally awake," he said, carrying a small tray with a steaming plate and a glass of water. He set it across Jon's lap and sat by the edge of the bed. "Didn't want to wake you but you really should eat something."
"Where am I?" Jon asked, not coldly as usual, but with a hint of nervous frost.
"The...person who took you here," the man said. "He's a close friend. For obvious reasons, he felt it wouldn't be wise for him to take care of you personally so he entrusted you to me."
"He--didn't turn me in?" Crane asked, brow furrowed.
The man shrugged. "I'm Bruce." They shook hands and the roughness and warmth of those hands sent tingles all down Jonathan's spine. They looked at each other silently a moment, their hands still touching. Then a shocking truth dawned on him.
"Did you undress me?" he asked, the regular Scarecrow-venom back in his voice.
Bruce laughed. "No, I'm afraid the pleasure was our friend's." Crane's mouth dropped open. "I'm sure he handled...matters," Bruce offered, "with the utmost respect." Jonathan began to pout when Bruce held up the tray he had brought in. "Is lamb alright? If you're a vegetarian I have--"
Crane took the plate and took a cautious bite with the silver fork provided. Bruce smiled.
"If there's ever anything you need, you can press the intercom to the left okay?"
"I have to stay in bed?" Crane asked, disgusted.
"Your shin's broken in two places. We were able to make a make-shift cast for you but it'll take a while before you can bop around again." Bruce said the next bit gently, "And maybe that's for the better."
Jonathan put down the tray and glared at him. "Who are you?" he hissed.
Bruce put up his hands. "Just a friend."
Crane thought a moment. "How will I shower?"
"Well," Bruce said. "You'd have to take baths instead so you could stick that leg out of the water. I could," he paused, "I could help if you'd like."
Crane nodded sarcastically but then Bruce put a hand on Jonathan's shoulder. It was so big, it got the entire thing in one palm. He couldn't help but imagine those hands running over him, soapy and soaking wet. Maybe they'd make it a bath for two, their warm chests and hips rubbing up close together. Bruce would move underneath him, his cock gently gliding up into him, making him moan and cry out--
He snapped out of it. Both men soon became aware that in that one daydream because of the tiniest touch, Jonathan was hard as a rock underneath his sheets. Jonathan stared at Bruce, eyes wide and mouth open slightly. Bruce thought a moment before running a hand down Jonathan's cheek, brushing away any stray strands of hair and feeling his soft skin. Jon closed his eyes and smiled.
"My friend did say to make sure you had everything you needed..."
Crane smirked. "Did he?"
Bruce nodded, their faces close. "Oh yeah."
"You planning on spoiling me, Bruce?"
"Mmhm." The two were inches away, their breath practically entwined. Their lips were so close, their heartbeats in sync. Finally Bruce made the leap and gently planted a soft kiss on Jonathan's mouth. Sparks flew and the energy within both of them made Crane forget entirely about any other sensation in his body. Jonathan spun, tipping Bruce onto his back, and crawled up, straddling him. Once on top, Jonathan tore open the buttons on Bruce's shirt and kissed down his chest. He kissed his nipples, licking around them before sucking on one while gently pinching the other.
Bruce moaned and grabbed Crane's round little ass. He squeezed it hard as Jonathan whispered into his ear:
"I want you. I want that fat cock jammed up inside me." He watched as Bruce's eyes shut tighter and tighter, a very firm lump rising right under Jonathan's ass. "I want you to pin me down on my back and fuck me hard with my legs over your shoulders so you can see what you do to me when you pound me..."
"What do you do?" Bruce managed.
Crane started to pretend to moan. He gasped and groaned and yelled.
"Oh God!" Bruce panted. And then Crane stopped. He flipped over, onto his side and simply stared at him.
Crane chuckled and put his arms around Bruce's neck. "I'd like that bath, then."
Bruce reached back, taking one of Jonathan's hands and kissing it softly. "Your wish is my command."
TO BE CONTINUED