Fic: Summer Nights, Bruce/Dick, NC-17
I was inspired by BradyGirl_12's challenge post - so decided to try and write a fic in one sitting.
Here is the result!
Title - Summer Nights
Series - Batman / Nightwing
Pairing - Bruce/Dick
Rating - NC-17
Prompts: Sunset, Seashells.
Warnings: AU, OOCish, Smut, Fluff
Disclaimer: Until I'm rich enough to buy DC and its subsidiaries; the guys don't belong to me.
SUMMER NIGHTS
The Villa was empty when he returned from his walk to the nearby village. Dropping his purchases down onto the rustic wooden table, he shucked his flip flops and headed into the bedroom - shuddering at the sudden coolness that the wide windowless passage supplied.
As he rounded the corner to their room, he stopped in the archway to admire the view. The patio door had been slid open and the gauzy white curtains were floating outwards, their silky lengths doing little to conceal the magnificence that lay beyond.
Framed in the dimming light, Bruce stood topless, his magnificent chest slick with perspiration and lotion. In his hand he held a large conch shell; they’d recovered it from the beach below their window that very morning. As he held it up to his ear, Dick couldn’t help thinking he was seeing beauty in its purest most divine form.
Three months… three months of constant pouting, nagging and whining - but it’d been worth it, getting Bruce away from Gotham and the Bat was the best idea he’d had in a long time. The man looked calm and relaxed, almost glowing in the rich orange light.
His breath caught in his throat as he continued his watch - it was obvious that he knew he was stood there, but he was frozen in place - caught by the sheer magic their secluded little villa was weaving around them.
Bruce finished listening to the shell’s secret whispers, and gently lay it back on the table. He looked across to his lover - Dick was mostly hidden in the shadows, but even without his training he’d always known when the other man was around - more so when he was watching him.
Leaning backwards against the warm stone balustrade, he stared up into the sky. With the sun slowly sinking into the waves, the sky was rapidly shifting from a dusky orange to an inky purple. Twinkling stars were beginning to emerge even as gulls called and circled round one another - enjoying the day to its very end.
He’d never admit it, but he was glad they’d come to this remote place. The nearest village was ten miles down the road, and the nearest other inhabitant was the lighthouse keeper five miles down the shore.
It had been liberating to arrive and make love in the sand - uninhibited and wild, with no fear that they’d be discovered by critics, or cause Alfred embarrassment.
It was one thing to know that the older man knew they were together and was happy for them - but he just couldn’t shake the feeling of mortification if their activities grew too loud - Alfred was far too much a Father to him in that respect.
He sensed Dick shifting in the shadows, and returned his gaze to the darkened room. Buoyed on by his feelings, he reached down and ran his palm over the hardening lump in his shorts.
It seemed that he’d never get his breath back; he’d just managed to release himself from the stupor caused by Bruce’s Godly image when the man deliberately cupped himself through his too thin shorts.
Stepping into the room, he turned on the small bedside lamp and climbed up on to the mattress to watch.
Satisfied that he had his lover’s full attention, Bruce leant a little further back; into a pose that allowed him to spread his legs a little wider. The constricting pressure against his crotch felt good, and he ran his fingertips back and forth, then up and down to toy with the waistband - enjoying both the sensations and the growing feeling of impatience from inside the room.
Dick was fighting the urge to move and rip down the obstructing, teasing curtains. Intellectually, he’d known this side of Bruce existed - mild exhibitionist tendencies frequently manifested in the man’s ‘Playboy’ persona - but he’d never seen him like this, and by God he wanted more. His fingers almost ached with the need to touch, and caress, and claim.
Licking his drying lips, the billionaire pushed the shorts down and off in one fluid moment, groaning as the breeze caressed the sensitive skin of his cock and balls. His hands moved of their own volition to cup the sensitive pieces of flesh - displaying them to his mate as he pumped and rolled and twisted his hips, chasing the promise of pleasure it sparked.
Unable to resist, Dick shucked off his cotton shirt and shorts, and padded across to the door - grabbing the curtain and forcing it back into its tie, “Bruce…”
The older man smiled at the look of naked want, and releasing his grip - he silently beckoned the younger man closer.
Their lips met in a sea-salty kiss that burned hot and sweet as mouths opened and tongues duelled - their pleasure ratcheting higher and higher.
A whimper nearly made it past Bruce’s swollen mouth as his partner nipped the puffy flesh and slid downwards, his warm hands branding him as they moved towards his hips.
The rasp of sand against his tongue was no deterrent to Dick as he traced his way through the treasure trail at the man’s stomach and continued downwards to his prize. Bruce was heavy and throbbing as he engulfed him, his mouth sliding effortlessly down and back - taking in every inch and worshipping it all.
Bruce came with a low moan and sagged downwards, grateful that the flagstones beneath him were smooth and still sun-warmed. Reaching a hand out, he pulled Dick closer and kissed him again, pouring all his feelings of gratitude and love into it - expressing himself in the only way he felt comfortable doing.
“Bruce please,” Dick’s hips were juddering of their own accord, his arousal dripping precum onto his bare legs.
Shifting their positions, he lay him down - pressing more and more soft kisses into his skin as they moved. Dick was half-lidded and panting by the time he reached his stomach, and one long leg had found its way up onto his shoulder.
Angling the slender hips further up, and silently marvelling at just how bendy his boy was, he licked a hot line down past his balls and left a sucking bite at the valley of his ass.
“Bruce!” Dick forced his hips up higher, his cock bouncing and splattering fluid across his own stomach.
With a low chuckle, Bruce swept his finger through the sticky gloop and ran it over the tight puckered muscle before him. Backwards and forwards he swept his finger until Dick was writing and moaning almost constantly. Returning his tongue to the action, he pressed inside - opening his lover up with tiny flicks and long presses.
Carefully reaching across to his discarded shorts, he edged a small bottle out of the pocket and inched it over. Once it was close enough, he flipped the lid and poured the thick substance out onto his fingers.
He had no trouble pushing the first digit in, Dick’s moaning and begging driving him to act harder and faster - his own arousal reawakened and ready to go. It was almost as much a relief for him as it was Dick by the time he’d adequately stretched his partner and slicked his own cock.
“Dick,” he carefully pushed the tip inside and shallowly thrust.
“Oh God - Bruce,” Dick slid his leg down and forced it, and its companion, around the older man’s waist - slamming him in fast and deep.
The action sapped the last of Bruce’s control, and he thrust hard - Dick returning the motion with an almost vicious counterpoint. It didn’t take long for their pleasure to erupt and their cries to echo out across the waves.
By the time they’d both caught their breath, night had completely fallen and it was beginning to chill. Helping Dick stand, Bruce kissed his lover deeply and escorted him to bed.
The next few days flew past in a blur of sex and sand and sun; and then it was time to return back to the real world.
Dick felt a pang of sadness leach through him as they locked the front door and climbed into their hired car. Sensing his lover’s mood, Bruce reached over and kissed him tenderly, “We’ll have to come back here again.”
“That would be nice,” Dick smiled, “Maybe next summer.”
“I’ll book it when we get home,” Bruce graced him with a dazzling smile as they drove off into the sunrise.
END
Here is the result!
Title - Summer Nights
Series - Batman / Nightwing
Pairing - Bruce/Dick
Rating - NC-17
Prompts: Sunset, Seashells.
Warnings: AU, OOCish, Smut, Fluff
Disclaimer: Until I'm rich enough to buy DC and its subsidiaries; the guys don't belong to me.
SUMMER NIGHTS
The Villa was empty when he returned from his walk to the nearby village. Dropping his purchases down onto the rustic wooden table, he shucked his flip flops and headed into the bedroom - shuddering at the sudden coolness that the wide windowless passage supplied.
As he rounded the corner to their room, he stopped in the archway to admire the view. The patio door had been slid open and the gauzy white curtains were floating outwards, their silky lengths doing little to conceal the magnificence that lay beyond.
Framed in the dimming light, Bruce stood topless, his magnificent chest slick with perspiration and lotion. In his hand he held a large conch shell; they’d recovered it from the beach below their window that very morning. As he held it up to his ear, Dick couldn’t help thinking he was seeing beauty in its purest most divine form.
Three months… three months of constant pouting, nagging and whining - but it’d been worth it, getting Bruce away from Gotham and the Bat was the best idea he’d had in a long time. The man looked calm and relaxed, almost glowing in the rich orange light.
His breath caught in his throat as he continued his watch - it was obvious that he knew he was stood there, but he was frozen in place - caught by the sheer magic their secluded little villa was weaving around them.
Bruce finished listening to the shell’s secret whispers, and gently lay it back on the table. He looked across to his lover - Dick was mostly hidden in the shadows, but even without his training he’d always known when the other man was around - more so when he was watching him.
Leaning backwards against the warm stone balustrade, he stared up into the sky. With the sun slowly sinking into the waves, the sky was rapidly shifting from a dusky orange to an inky purple. Twinkling stars were beginning to emerge even as gulls called and circled round one another - enjoying the day to its very end.
He’d never admit it, but he was glad they’d come to this remote place. The nearest village was ten miles down the road, and the nearest other inhabitant was the lighthouse keeper five miles down the shore.
It had been liberating to arrive and make love in the sand - uninhibited and wild, with no fear that they’d be discovered by critics, or cause Alfred embarrassment.
It was one thing to know that the older man knew they were together and was happy for them - but he just couldn’t shake the feeling of mortification if their activities grew too loud - Alfred was far too much a Father to him in that respect.
He sensed Dick shifting in the shadows, and returned his gaze to the darkened room. Buoyed on by his feelings, he reached down and ran his palm over the hardening lump in his shorts.
It seemed that he’d never get his breath back; he’d just managed to release himself from the stupor caused by Bruce’s Godly image when the man deliberately cupped himself through his too thin shorts.
Stepping into the room, he turned on the small bedside lamp and climbed up on to the mattress to watch.
Satisfied that he had his lover’s full attention, Bruce leant a little further back; into a pose that allowed him to spread his legs a little wider. The constricting pressure against his crotch felt good, and he ran his fingertips back and forth, then up and down to toy with the waistband - enjoying both the sensations and the growing feeling of impatience from inside the room.
Dick was fighting the urge to move and rip down the obstructing, teasing curtains. Intellectually, he’d known this side of Bruce existed - mild exhibitionist tendencies frequently manifested in the man’s ‘Playboy’ persona - but he’d never seen him like this, and by God he wanted more. His fingers almost ached with the need to touch, and caress, and claim.
Licking his drying lips, the billionaire pushed the shorts down and off in one fluid moment, groaning as the breeze caressed the sensitive skin of his cock and balls. His hands moved of their own volition to cup the sensitive pieces of flesh - displaying them to his mate as he pumped and rolled and twisted his hips, chasing the promise of pleasure it sparked.
Unable to resist, Dick shucked off his cotton shirt and shorts, and padded across to the door - grabbing the curtain and forcing it back into its tie, “Bruce…”
The older man smiled at the look of naked want, and releasing his grip - he silently beckoned the younger man closer.
Their lips met in a sea-salty kiss that burned hot and sweet as mouths opened and tongues duelled - their pleasure ratcheting higher and higher.
A whimper nearly made it past Bruce’s swollen mouth as his partner nipped the puffy flesh and slid downwards, his warm hands branding him as they moved towards his hips.
The rasp of sand against his tongue was no deterrent to Dick as he traced his way through the treasure trail at the man’s stomach and continued downwards to his prize. Bruce was heavy and throbbing as he engulfed him, his mouth sliding effortlessly down and back - taking in every inch and worshipping it all.
Bruce came with a low moan and sagged downwards, grateful that the flagstones beneath him were smooth and still sun-warmed. Reaching a hand out, he pulled Dick closer and kissed him again, pouring all his feelings of gratitude and love into it - expressing himself in the only way he felt comfortable doing.
“Bruce please,” Dick’s hips were juddering of their own accord, his arousal dripping precum onto his bare legs.
Shifting their positions, he lay him down - pressing more and more soft kisses into his skin as they moved. Dick was half-lidded and panting by the time he reached his stomach, and one long leg had found its way up onto his shoulder.
Angling the slender hips further up, and silently marvelling at just how bendy his boy was, he licked a hot line down past his balls and left a sucking bite at the valley of his ass.
“Bruce!” Dick forced his hips up higher, his cock bouncing and splattering fluid across his own stomach.
With a low chuckle, Bruce swept his finger through the sticky gloop and ran it over the tight puckered muscle before him. Backwards and forwards he swept his finger until Dick was writing and moaning almost constantly. Returning his tongue to the action, he pressed inside - opening his lover up with tiny flicks and long presses.
Carefully reaching across to his discarded shorts, he edged a small bottle out of the pocket and inched it over. Once it was close enough, he flipped the lid and poured the thick substance out onto his fingers.
He had no trouble pushing the first digit in, Dick’s moaning and begging driving him to act harder and faster - his own arousal reawakened and ready to go. It was almost as much a relief for him as it was Dick by the time he’d adequately stretched his partner and slicked his own cock.
“Dick,” he carefully pushed the tip inside and shallowly thrust.
“Oh God - Bruce,” Dick slid his leg down and forced it, and its companion, around the older man’s waist - slamming him in fast and deep.
The action sapped the last of Bruce’s control, and he thrust hard - Dick returning the motion with an almost vicious counterpoint. It didn’t take long for their pleasure to erupt and their cries to echo out across the waves.
By the time they’d both caught their breath, night had completely fallen and it was beginning to chill. Helping Dick stand, Bruce kissed his lover deeply and escorted him to bed.
The next few days flew past in a blur of sex and sand and sun; and then it was time to return back to the real world.
Dick felt a pang of sadness leach through him as they locked the front door and climbed into their hired car. Sensing his lover’s mood, Bruce reached over and kissed him tenderly, “We’ll have to come back here again.”
“That would be nice,” Dick smiled, “Maybe next summer.”
“I’ll book it when we get home,” Bruce graced him with a dazzling smile as they drove off into the sunrise.
END