Locked Up: A Brief Interlude in Time
Title: Locked Up: A Brief Interlude in Time
Author: Magick
Pairing:Batman/Joker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their time there was liminal but worth it.
The Joker had sunburn for the first time in years and he loved it. He was so used to covering himself up in layers and layers of clothing that the feel of the sun scorching his skin was divine. Bruce had said something soppy about the sun bringing out his freckles or some rot like that but the Joker had just laughed and splashed water in his face until he sputtered and choked. Then Bruce had dunked him under the water and the ensuing water fight was probably heard all the way in the house.
They stumbled out of the water onto the blanket they’d spread along the sand-the Joker landing on his back and Bruce hovering over him. Suddenly, the Joker could sense that there was something different about this tryst and he could see it in Bruce’s expression. Bruce touched him gently, almost reverently and it made something in the Joker ache. He wanted Bruce to hurry up, to fuck him senseless and leave him unable to walk, but he did not. Instead he traced his scars gently with his fingertips before swooping down to lap at them.
“Bruce, what are you doing? Fuck me.” He ordered petulantly.
“I’m working on it.” Bruce murmured against the skin of his thigh.
The Joker gasped when Bruce’s mouth closed over his erection and he barely stopped himself from shrieking at the pure perfection of it. He heard Bruce pop the cap on something and he looked down to see him slathering lubrication over his hand.
“Surely you’re not planning on preparing me like some scared little virgin, are you Brucey?” The Joker laughed.
“Ah, I see you have been reading about gay sex.” Bruce chuckled back and the Joker snapped his mouth shut.
“I want to show you something.” Bruce said mysteriously as his finger circle the Joker's opening teasingly before slipping inside him.
“What are you trying to show-“ The Joker was cut off by his own loud groan when Bruce’s finger prodded his prostate.
“Your prostate. I’m afraid that the times we have had sex, it’s been too frenzied for me to properly introduce you to it.”
The Joker tried to laugh at his joke but found that anytime he opened his mouth a wail escaped. He settled for pressing his hand against his lips and bucking his hips hard enough to gag Bruce. Bruce took the hint and poured more of the lube over his hand and slicked it on his cock. Then he sat up and positioned himself between the Joker's splayed legs. The Joker canted his hips expectantly but Bruce only sat back on the warm blanket and smiled.
“Come up here.”
The Joker slid uncertainly to his knees and straddled Bruce’s lap. Bruce grinned encouragingly as he positioned the Joker's hips then slowly settled him onto his erection. The Joker's head fell back to exposed the sensitive skin of his neck and Bruce couldn’t help but lean forward to nip at it. Instantly his back arched and the Joker was completely seated and already restless. Bruce took his not-so-subtle hints and grasped his hips tight and lifted him until only the head of his cock remained sheathed-then pulled him down roughly, delighting in the way the Joker begged him for more.
“What do you want from me, Joker? Harder, deeper, faster-or just more?” Bruce growled against his throat.
The Joker laughed shakily between groans as tried to formulate an answer.
“All of the above, Brucey, now fuck me.” He ordered finally, digging his fingernails into Bruce’s shoulders.
Bruce shifted his angle slightly and bucked hard against the Joker. He was rewarded by a strangled screech and he grinned as he ruthlessly pummeled that spot until the Joker was incoherent and mumbling nonsense against his hair. Bruce tore his hand from the Joker's hip and wrapped it around his leaking cock, only to have the Joker bite his roughly and come immediately. Blood trickled down Bruce’s shoulder but he found that he didn’t care how badly he was hurt while the Joker's insides tightened around him like a vice and he lost control. With a groan he came as well, holding the other man close and panting for breath.
“Shit.” The Joker murmured as the fell over onto the soft sand.
Bruce smiled softly against his shoulder but didn’t reply. They’d been on the island for over a week and he’d learned that the Joker was still amazed by sex every time.
“We need to go inside before you get anymore sunburn.” Bruce said after a while.
“But I like the sun. I’ve never had much time to spend in it.” The Joker rolled over on his back, heedless of the sticky messy that covered his front and proceeded to sunbathe.
A bell sounded in the distance and Bruce rolled over on his side to face the Joker.
“That’s Alfred calling us in for dinner. Come one, we need to rinse off and get dressed.” Bruce tugged his reluctant partner into the ocean for a quick rise, tossed his shorts at him the pushed him towards the house. Alfred only rolled his eyes at their sunburned and obviously shagged out bodies as they settled in at the table.
“Can we go back outside later?” The Joker asked as he inhaled his food.
“Yeah, we can do that.”
Bruce smiled at the Joker and he smiled back. Alfred rolled his eyes again and the sun began to set in the West. It had been a hard week for all of them because none of them were happy with running but it had been helpful as well. The Joker had more freedom to move about and Bruce wasn’t worried about being detained and beginning the apocalypse. They all new that their time in this place was liminal, a passing thing that they would look back at fondly but not get to linger in. Yet for them, at that moment, the brief interlude in time was just what they needed.
Author: Magick
Pairing:Batman/Joker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their time there was liminal but worth it.
The Joker had sunburn for the first time in years and he loved it. He was so used to covering himself up in layers and layers of clothing that the feel of the sun scorching his skin was divine. Bruce had said something soppy about the sun bringing out his freckles or some rot like that but the Joker had just laughed and splashed water in his face until he sputtered and choked. Then Bruce had dunked him under the water and the ensuing water fight was probably heard all the way in the house.
They stumbled out of the water onto the blanket they’d spread along the sand-the Joker landing on his back and Bruce hovering over him. Suddenly, the Joker could sense that there was something different about this tryst and he could see it in Bruce’s expression. Bruce touched him gently, almost reverently and it made something in the Joker ache. He wanted Bruce to hurry up, to fuck him senseless and leave him unable to walk, but he did not. Instead he traced his scars gently with his fingertips before swooping down to lap at them.
“Bruce, what are you doing? Fuck me.” He ordered petulantly.
“I’m working on it.” Bruce murmured against the skin of his thigh.
The Joker gasped when Bruce’s mouth closed over his erection and he barely stopped himself from shrieking at the pure perfection of it. He heard Bruce pop the cap on something and he looked down to see him slathering lubrication over his hand.
“Surely you’re not planning on preparing me like some scared little virgin, are you Brucey?” The Joker laughed.
“Ah, I see you have been reading about gay sex.” Bruce chuckled back and the Joker snapped his mouth shut.
“I want to show you something.” Bruce said mysteriously as his finger circle the Joker's opening teasingly before slipping inside him.
“What are you trying to show-“ The Joker was cut off by his own loud groan when Bruce’s finger prodded his prostate.
“Your prostate. I’m afraid that the times we have had sex, it’s been too frenzied for me to properly introduce you to it.”
The Joker tried to laugh at his joke but found that anytime he opened his mouth a wail escaped. He settled for pressing his hand against his lips and bucking his hips hard enough to gag Bruce. Bruce took the hint and poured more of the lube over his hand and slicked it on his cock. Then he sat up and positioned himself between the Joker's splayed legs. The Joker canted his hips expectantly but Bruce only sat back on the warm blanket and smiled.
“Come up here.”
The Joker slid uncertainly to his knees and straddled Bruce’s lap. Bruce grinned encouragingly as he positioned the Joker's hips then slowly settled him onto his erection. The Joker's head fell back to exposed the sensitive skin of his neck and Bruce couldn’t help but lean forward to nip at it. Instantly his back arched and the Joker was completely seated and already restless. Bruce took his not-so-subtle hints and grasped his hips tight and lifted him until only the head of his cock remained sheathed-then pulled him down roughly, delighting in the way the Joker begged him for more.
“What do you want from me, Joker? Harder, deeper, faster-or just more?” Bruce growled against his throat.
The Joker laughed shakily between groans as tried to formulate an answer.
“All of the above, Brucey, now fuck me.” He ordered finally, digging his fingernails into Bruce’s shoulders.
Bruce shifted his angle slightly and bucked hard against the Joker. He was rewarded by a strangled screech and he grinned as he ruthlessly pummeled that spot until the Joker was incoherent and mumbling nonsense against his hair. Bruce tore his hand from the Joker's hip and wrapped it around his leaking cock, only to have the Joker bite his roughly and come immediately. Blood trickled down Bruce’s shoulder but he found that he didn’t care how badly he was hurt while the Joker's insides tightened around him like a vice and he lost control. With a groan he came as well, holding the other man close and panting for breath.
“Shit.” The Joker murmured as the fell over onto the soft sand.
Bruce smiled softly against his shoulder but didn’t reply. They’d been on the island for over a week and he’d learned that the Joker was still amazed by sex every time.
“We need to go inside before you get anymore sunburn.” Bruce said after a while.
“But I like the sun. I’ve never had much time to spend in it.” The Joker rolled over on his back, heedless of the sticky messy that covered his front and proceeded to sunbathe.
A bell sounded in the distance and Bruce rolled over on his side to face the Joker.
“That’s Alfred calling us in for dinner. Come one, we need to rinse off and get dressed.” Bruce tugged his reluctant partner into the ocean for a quick rise, tossed his shorts at him the pushed him towards the house. Alfred only rolled his eyes at their sunburned and obviously shagged out bodies as they settled in at the table.
“Can we go back outside later?” The Joker asked as he inhaled his food.
“Yeah, we can do that.”
Bruce smiled at the Joker and he smiled back. Alfred rolled his eyes again and the sun began to set in the West. It had been a hard week for all of them because none of them were happy with running but it had been helpful as well. The Joker had more freedom to move about and Bruce wasn’t worried about being detained and beginning the apocalypse. They all new that their time in this place was liminal, a passing thing that they would look back at fondly but not get to linger in. Yet for them, at that moment, the brief interlude in time was just what they needed.