A new start chapter 4
Title: A new start chapter 4
Pairing: Jim/Bruce
Rating: R
Word Count: 2029
A/N: Not betaed. Extra warning for sappyness. nervous nervous nervous...
Outside in the distance, just getting back from grocery shopping, Alfred looked up towards the window. Two familiar shadows standing there in an unmistakable hug, melted together.
A big smile spread across the old Butler’s face. His heart growing warm and peaceful. This didn’t come so unexpected. In fact he’d hoped for it. Women had only brought Master Bruce bad luck after all.
Jim Gordon was a strong man.
Alfred would not have to worry anymore that his almost son would prefer death to life, that his dark side would win. The Commissioner would clearly see to that. Alfred had seen the love Gordon carried for Bruce.
The Butler had also learned, and understood, that Bruce could never stay away from Gotham but nether could Alfred.
But what he saw up there, convinced him that his protégée finally, earnestly, wanted to start to live. Without Batman and also without a false façade.
Bruce came back completely changed from Italy. No falseness, no arrogance, no play boy image.
They hadn’t met in that café in Florence when they saw each other first and Alfred wanted to jump up with happyness, but a day later a voice from his balcony had suddenly said, “You were right Alfred, I wanted rather to be dead then alive.”
He was so startled, the book he held in his hands had clattered to the floor with a loud thud.
“That has changed.” Bruce had slowly entered the room, picked up the book, not looking like his old self at all. “But you can’t make me stay away from Gotham. It’s my home. I want to help rebuilt it…” Amber eyes had begged him. Open, honest, reminding him of that little boy he once knew. “The true Bruce Wayne wants to help rebuilt it. Not Batman. Batman is gone. I promise. Would you please come with me, Alfred?” The young man’s voice was soft, but also determined.
Alfred had stood, taking in the completely changed attire of Bruce, the pleading expression on his face, the unspoken apology.
He couldn’t deny that request. He loved that man way too much like he would an own son. So he nodded, holding out his hand and Bruce took it, able to read Alfred’s own apology in his eyes.
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When they’d gotten back Bruce had instantly visited Lucius Fox to make new plans and to talk about projects Wayne Enterprises could work with to help repair the streets of the city and the stadium first. They also checked together with Gordon and Blake what was still usable of the weapons and organized secret transports to secure them in the bat cave so the escaped prisoners wouldn’t steal more then they already had.
Ever since Alfred had told him that Bruce was still alive, Fox had worked hard to get the stolen money back. It had partly worked already.
Lucius was truly delighted to work with Bruce again. He was glad the younger man’s sharp brain still - after the abuse he assumed had gone on with him in Bane’s prison - could take all the wicked twists and turns with him so they’d had real fun working together. Not hidden but out in the open in the offices of their firm. Mr. Wayne not a useless attachment anymore but a very capable partner.
They definitely needed more “Bats” with intact auto pilots so Gotham’s police force would have the upper hand of any rising mob Boss instantly.
+++
Bruce and Jim ended their kiss eventually, foreheads resting together, staring at each other, hands roaming their bodies hesitantly.
“I suppose we have no clue how we’ll continue this?” Jim chuckled, holding on gently to the longer strands of hair at Bruce’s neck.
Bruce smiled and mirrored the action, loving the deep shade of blue Jim’s eyes had taken. “Actually…not really.” The younger man nipped at Gordon’s moustache, “That came kind of unexpected, didn’t it?”
Jim tenderly stroked Bruce’s cheeks, clearing his throat, “Do you… do you regret it?”
“No!” Bruce brushed his lips against Gordon’s again but then stopped, looking down worried, heart beating faster then it already had, “Do you?”
“No! It’s just…I never have…with a man…” Jim looked up clearly puzzled but his hands kept roaming around on Bruce’s back, the deep urge to comfort this guy almost too overwhelming.
“Nether have I, Jim.” Another chaste kiss, “but I want to really spoil you to make up for those years Batman…I just disappeared…”
Gordon slowly nodded, “You need to be spoiled too.” Jim pulled Bruce’s head towards him and after some hesitation kissed the younger man’s closed eye lids, “If I’m not mistaken, no one ever did that for you.” Gordon again didn’t recognise his own voice and he’d never felt such a deep longing to care for someone before.
He loves his kids (who were grown up now) and loved his wife but this was different, somehow more from his deep core, from his roots. He felt that the man in his arms could be a real partner who shared his thoughts about criminals, about fighting against them, about making their city a safe place again.
“Stop thinking, Jim.” Bruce’s mouth was at this neck, voice hoarse and very emotional, “We’ll just take it slow and see where this leads us.” He felt Gordon’s nod against his own neck and continued, “Together.”
Jim repeated, “together,” and then he turned his head and captured Bruce’s mouth with his.
Bruce didn’t care if Alfred, whom he had seen arrive outside, would interrupt them or not. His father figure wanted him to start a new life, so he had to accept the partner he choose and actually wanted in his home, even though nether of the men didn’t know anything about this yet.
While kissing they drew each other closer, their mouths got bolder, the initial unfamiliarity of kissing another man vanished. Jim’s hands took on a journey of their own, slowly moving down and further down that strong back until he got brave enough to caress Bruce’s jeans clad ass.
The younger man groaned into their kiss and instinctively moved forward.
That’s when their covered erections rubbed together for the very first time and they parted half shocked, half amused.
“I thought we’d take it slow?” Jim grinned, surprised about his body’s reaction. He’d never felt anything for another man, except when he dreamed about Batman…
Bruce had studied him closely and moved forward again, determined to keep this whole new situation light and playful. He wanted the darkness out of his life after all, “You’re blushing, Commissioner!” Bruce slid his hands across Jim’s ass now, squeezing, pressing them lightly together. “Looks like our bodies have something else in mind then slow.”
“Can we…maybe…?”
“Yes, definitely.” Bruce knew what the speechless Commissioner was asking for. He unceremoniously took his hand and led the way to the Master bed room.
“That’s certainly not taking it slow.” Gordon chuckled, “Shouldn’t we date or something?”
Bruce closed the bedroom door behind them, locking it, then pressing Gordon against it. “I think we’ve dated enough over the years, hm?” He buried his nose into the Commissioner’s collar and started to earnestly lick the side of his neck, towards his Adam’s apple, loving the stubble. His fingers started to loosen Gordon’s tie.
Jim took on the playful tone, bend his head back to give Bruce better access, moaning lowly, “You mean on the roof beside the flood light?”
“Hm, exactly.”
“That was… Batman.” Gordon got the courage to slide his hands beneath Bruce’s sweatshirt and the feel of the other man’s bare skin against his palms gave him a pure jolt of arousal.
“Exactly.” Bruce slowly shoved Jim’s suit jacket from his shoulders and started to unbutton his shirt, absolutely loving the other man’s hands on his skin. “Batman wants to make love to you since you’ve always been his hero.”
“Oh God, Bruce…”
Their mouths met in another devouring kiss. Hands making short work with all the clothing. Passion suddenly overtook their senses. Too long did they suppress their love for each other.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Jim asked when he was led to the bed, not worried in the slightest but curious and aroused.
“Yes, spoiling you, wanting to feel you, Jim.”
Gordon found himself on his back with a glorious, muscular body covering his. He didn’t know where to put his hands first. He settled with that back he was so fond of and pulled Bruce’s head down.
Never had something felt that right for Bruce. His hands were all over Jim, feeling for his muscles, his scars, exploring each part of the slender body.
He hadn’t planned this, it had just happened. He didn’t know Jim wanted him that way as well, he only wanted to be friends with him again in the first place. Then their moment had been so intense, his buried feelings had come out and so had Gordon’s.
Their bodies adjusted as soon as their minds had decided that they can declare their love for each other.
Jim suddenly used his own strength and the moment of surprise and rolled them around which made Bruce groan and he opened his arms wide and broke the kiss. Jim knelt up and looked down at the much younger man. His hands sliding across the many scars of that strong torso and stomach, eyes locked with Bruce’s.
Both their erections standing proud, proof for their mutual attraction. “I can’t believe we’re doing this…” He swallowed.
Bruce’s hands slowly started to slide up the Commissioner’s arms, his smile warm and honest. “We’re learning this together.”
“You could have anyone. You really want me?” Jim just had to ask, seeing that glorious body beneath himself, that handsome face.
“Jim, I love you. I realized that in Bane’s prison. I don’t want anyone else anymore.” He grew serious. “I can’t believe you want Bruce Wayne.”
Jim bend forward. Not able to say anything, kissing Bruce deep and hard and passionate. He loved this man with every fibre of his whole being. He started to move carefully, their erections slightly sliding together, making Bruce pressing his hips upwards.
Keeping the movement, Jim broke the kiss and murmured into that luscious mouth, eyes fixed on Bruce’s, “I loved Batman.” Another kiss, “And I love you, Bruce, even though I don’t really know you yet.”
“You know me. You know Batman, so you know me. Bruce Wayne, the false playboy, is gone.”
Bruce raked his fingers through Jim’s hair, “Stay with me?”
Jim blinked, swallowed and nodded, getting off wasn’t important anymore. He just wanted to hold that exceptionally man in his arms and soothe away all that terrible pain he saw well up again in those eyes.
The playfulness was gone. Bruce turned them on their sides and they stared at each other for long moments, hands caressing their bodies, now and then their erections too but it really didn’t seem so important. They needed each other close, body and soul. Never apart anymore.
A team. Again.
Just different.
After a while, when their lips started to trace the paths of their fingers, the worshipping of their bodies got more urgent. Within seconds they were all over each other, tasting, touching, licking, forgetting everything else but showing their deep feelings with the power of touch.
They pulled each other close, mouths melted together again, tongues rubbing hard, dicks too. There was not an inch of space between them. Panting filled the room when they had to break their kiss to draw in air, their bodies not stopping to give pleasure to each other with friction and unbelievable heat.
“Oh fuck, Jim…” Bruce started to bite Gordon’s shoulder while he couldn’t control himself anymore, his fingers digging into the other man’s ass.
Jim never imagined love making could be like this, all he felt was Bruce, everywhere.
Nothing else.
They came together.
Totally unknown waves of passion and pleasure clashing over them. They managed to kiss through their orgasm, eyes open, drinking the other’s emotion in, being able to see into each others soul.
True soul mates had finally found each other.
++++ TBC
chapter 1: http://delorita.livejournal.com/160742.html
chapter 2: http://delorita.livejournal.com/160917.html
chapter 3: http://delorita.livejournal.com/161238.html
Pairing: Jim/Bruce
Rating: R
Word Count: 2029
A/N: Not betaed. Extra warning for sappyness. nervous nervous nervous...
Outside in the distance, just getting back from grocery shopping, Alfred looked up towards the window. Two familiar shadows standing there in an unmistakable hug, melted together.
A big smile spread across the old Butler’s face. His heart growing warm and peaceful. This didn’t come so unexpected. In fact he’d hoped for it. Women had only brought Master Bruce bad luck after all.
Jim Gordon was a strong man.
Alfred would not have to worry anymore that his almost son would prefer death to life, that his dark side would win. The Commissioner would clearly see to that. Alfred had seen the love Gordon carried for Bruce.
The Butler had also learned, and understood, that Bruce could never stay away from Gotham but nether could Alfred.
But what he saw up there, convinced him that his protégée finally, earnestly, wanted to start to live. Without Batman and also without a false façade.
Bruce came back completely changed from Italy. No falseness, no arrogance, no play boy image.
They hadn’t met in that café in Florence when they saw each other first and Alfred wanted to jump up with happyness, but a day later a voice from his balcony had suddenly said, “You were right Alfred, I wanted rather to be dead then alive.”
He was so startled, the book he held in his hands had clattered to the floor with a loud thud.
“That has changed.” Bruce had slowly entered the room, picked up the book, not looking like his old self at all. “But you can’t make me stay away from Gotham. It’s my home. I want to help rebuilt it…” Amber eyes had begged him. Open, honest, reminding him of that little boy he once knew. “The true Bruce Wayne wants to help rebuilt it. Not Batman. Batman is gone. I promise. Would you please come with me, Alfred?” The young man’s voice was soft, but also determined.
Alfred had stood, taking in the completely changed attire of Bruce, the pleading expression on his face, the unspoken apology.
He couldn’t deny that request. He loved that man way too much like he would an own son. So he nodded, holding out his hand and Bruce took it, able to read Alfred’s own apology in his eyes.
+++++
When they’d gotten back Bruce had instantly visited Lucius Fox to make new plans and to talk about projects Wayne Enterprises could work with to help repair the streets of the city and the stadium first. They also checked together with Gordon and Blake what was still usable of the weapons and organized secret transports to secure them in the bat cave so the escaped prisoners wouldn’t steal more then they already had.
Ever since Alfred had told him that Bruce was still alive, Fox had worked hard to get the stolen money back. It had partly worked already.
Lucius was truly delighted to work with Bruce again. He was glad the younger man’s sharp brain still - after the abuse he assumed had gone on with him in Bane’s prison - could take all the wicked twists and turns with him so they’d had real fun working together. Not hidden but out in the open in the offices of their firm. Mr. Wayne not a useless attachment anymore but a very capable partner.
They definitely needed more “Bats” with intact auto pilots so Gotham’s police force would have the upper hand of any rising mob Boss instantly.
+++
Bruce and Jim ended their kiss eventually, foreheads resting together, staring at each other, hands roaming their bodies hesitantly.
“I suppose we have no clue how we’ll continue this?” Jim chuckled, holding on gently to the longer strands of hair at Bruce’s neck.
Bruce smiled and mirrored the action, loving the deep shade of blue Jim’s eyes had taken. “Actually…not really.” The younger man nipped at Gordon’s moustache, “That came kind of unexpected, didn’t it?”
Jim tenderly stroked Bruce’s cheeks, clearing his throat, “Do you… do you regret it?”
“No!” Bruce brushed his lips against Gordon’s again but then stopped, looking down worried, heart beating faster then it already had, “Do you?”
“No! It’s just…I never have…with a man…” Jim looked up clearly puzzled but his hands kept roaming around on Bruce’s back, the deep urge to comfort this guy almost too overwhelming.
“Nether have I, Jim.” Another chaste kiss, “but I want to really spoil you to make up for those years Batman…I just disappeared…”
Gordon slowly nodded, “You need to be spoiled too.” Jim pulled Bruce’s head towards him and after some hesitation kissed the younger man’s closed eye lids, “If I’m not mistaken, no one ever did that for you.” Gordon again didn’t recognise his own voice and he’d never felt such a deep longing to care for someone before.
He loves his kids (who were grown up now) and loved his wife but this was different, somehow more from his deep core, from his roots. He felt that the man in his arms could be a real partner who shared his thoughts about criminals, about fighting against them, about making their city a safe place again.
“Stop thinking, Jim.” Bruce’s mouth was at this neck, voice hoarse and very emotional, “We’ll just take it slow and see where this leads us.” He felt Gordon’s nod against his own neck and continued, “Together.”
Jim repeated, “together,” and then he turned his head and captured Bruce’s mouth with his.
Bruce didn’t care if Alfred, whom he had seen arrive outside, would interrupt them or not. His father figure wanted him to start a new life, so he had to accept the partner he choose and actually wanted in his home, even though nether of the men didn’t know anything about this yet.
While kissing they drew each other closer, their mouths got bolder, the initial unfamiliarity of kissing another man vanished. Jim’s hands took on a journey of their own, slowly moving down and further down that strong back until he got brave enough to caress Bruce’s jeans clad ass.
The younger man groaned into their kiss and instinctively moved forward.
That’s when their covered erections rubbed together for the very first time and they parted half shocked, half amused.
“I thought we’d take it slow?” Jim grinned, surprised about his body’s reaction. He’d never felt anything for another man, except when he dreamed about Batman…
Bruce had studied him closely and moved forward again, determined to keep this whole new situation light and playful. He wanted the darkness out of his life after all, “You’re blushing, Commissioner!” Bruce slid his hands across Jim’s ass now, squeezing, pressing them lightly together. “Looks like our bodies have something else in mind then slow.”
“Can we…maybe…?”
“Yes, definitely.” Bruce knew what the speechless Commissioner was asking for. He unceremoniously took his hand and led the way to the Master bed room.
“That’s certainly not taking it slow.” Gordon chuckled, “Shouldn’t we date or something?”
Bruce closed the bedroom door behind them, locking it, then pressing Gordon against it. “I think we’ve dated enough over the years, hm?” He buried his nose into the Commissioner’s collar and started to earnestly lick the side of his neck, towards his Adam’s apple, loving the stubble. His fingers started to loosen Gordon’s tie.
Jim took on the playful tone, bend his head back to give Bruce better access, moaning lowly, “You mean on the roof beside the flood light?”
“Hm, exactly.”
“That was… Batman.” Gordon got the courage to slide his hands beneath Bruce’s sweatshirt and the feel of the other man’s bare skin against his palms gave him a pure jolt of arousal.
“Exactly.” Bruce slowly shoved Jim’s suit jacket from his shoulders and started to unbutton his shirt, absolutely loving the other man’s hands on his skin. “Batman wants to make love to you since you’ve always been his hero.”
“Oh God, Bruce…”
Their mouths met in another devouring kiss. Hands making short work with all the clothing. Passion suddenly overtook their senses. Too long did they suppress their love for each other.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Jim asked when he was led to the bed, not worried in the slightest but curious and aroused.
“Yes, spoiling you, wanting to feel you, Jim.”
Gordon found himself on his back with a glorious, muscular body covering his. He didn’t know where to put his hands first. He settled with that back he was so fond of and pulled Bruce’s head down.
Never had something felt that right for Bruce. His hands were all over Jim, feeling for his muscles, his scars, exploring each part of the slender body.
He hadn’t planned this, it had just happened. He didn’t know Jim wanted him that way as well, he only wanted to be friends with him again in the first place. Then their moment had been so intense, his buried feelings had come out and so had Gordon’s.
Their bodies adjusted as soon as their minds had decided that they can declare their love for each other.
Jim suddenly used his own strength and the moment of surprise and rolled them around which made Bruce groan and he opened his arms wide and broke the kiss. Jim knelt up and looked down at the much younger man. His hands sliding across the many scars of that strong torso and stomach, eyes locked with Bruce’s.
Both their erections standing proud, proof for their mutual attraction. “I can’t believe we’re doing this…” He swallowed.
Bruce’s hands slowly started to slide up the Commissioner’s arms, his smile warm and honest. “We’re learning this together.”
“You could have anyone. You really want me?” Jim just had to ask, seeing that glorious body beneath himself, that handsome face.
“Jim, I love you. I realized that in Bane’s prison. I don’t want anyone else anymore.” He grew serious. “I can’t believe you want Bruce Wayne.”
Jim bend forward. Not able to say anything, kissing Bruce deep and hard and passionate. He loved this man with every fibre of his whole being. He started to move carefully, their erections slightly sliding together, making Bruce pressing his hips upwards.
Keeping the movement, Jim broke the kiss and murmured into that luscious mouth, eyes fixed on Bruce’s, “I loved Batman.” Another kiss, “And I love you, Bruce, even though I don’t really know you yet.”
“You know me. You know Batman, so you know me. Bruce Wayne, the false playboy, is gone.”
Bruce raked his fingers through Jim’s hair, “Stay with me?”
Jim blinked, swallowed and nodded, getting off wasn’t important anymore. He just wanted to hold that exceptionally man in his arms and soothe away all that terrible pain he saw well up again in those eyes.
The playfulness was gone. Bruce turned them on their sides and they stared at each other for long moments, hands caressing their bodies, now and then their erections too but it really didn’t seem so important. They needed each other close, body and soul. Never apart anymore.
A team. Again.
Just different.
After a while, when their lips started to trace the paths of their fingers, the worshipping of their bodies got more urgent. Within seconds they were all over each other, tasting, touching, licking, forgetting everything else but showing their deep feelings with the power of touch.
They pulled each other close, mouths melted together again, tongues rubbing hard, dicks too. There was not an inch of space between them. Panting filled the room when they had to break their kiss to draw in air, their bodies not stopping to give pleasure to each other with friction and unbelievable heat.
“Oh fuck, Jim…” Bruce started to bite Gordon’s shoulder while he couldn’t control himself anymore, his fingers digging into the other man’s ass.
Jim never imagined love making could be like this, all he felt was Bruce, everywhere.
Nothing else.
They came together.
Totally unknown waves of passion and pleasure clashing over them. They managed to kiss through their orgasm, eyes open, drinking the other’s emotion in, being able to see into each others soul.
True soul mates had finally found each other.
++++ TBC
chapter 1: http://delorita.livejournal.com/160742.html
chapter 2: http://delorita.livejournal.com/160917.html
chapter 3: http://delorita.livejournal.com/161238.html