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The Birthday Present	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 8478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Now which way?" Bruce asked himself. He had hurried off along the track where he had last seen Sandy; but now the path forked and he had no idea of which direction to head. It had been raining while he was occupied inside the house, and the trail out here was all but gone. Despite the pace at which Bruce was moving, the chill was already feeling uncomfortable on his exposed skin. Rubbing at his arms, he thought it over.
According to that thing Sandy's out here, maybe hurt? Oh god, don’t let him be hurt … Not again. Slowing in the hope of relocating the all-but vanished tracks, Bruce noticed that he was no longer alone.
"You can get out here too?" He blurted, shocked to find the moonshadow keeping pace with him, "Can you take me to Sandy?"
Assuming the lead, the thing made no sound.
Maybe it can't speak either? But is it silent because Sandy can't speak, or is he silent now because IT can't? Doggedly following the swiftly running form, Bruce absently noted the total lack of prints. The manifestation moved as if it had weight; but left no spoor.
As if it's only partly real? It seemed solid enough in the house! Unfortunately that meant that Bruce couldn’t afford to let it out of his sight, or he’d lose it.
Would it let me though? He was still pondering that one when the creature darted off along a side path. Soundlessly hurdling a fallen tree, the moonshadow gestured for Bruce to run around one side.
There aren't any fallen trees in this part of the wood! Or at least there weren’t any when I ran here yesterday. Bruce was so caught up in that thought that he almost missed seeing the stiff form partly sticking out from under the trunk.
Well, I know where at least one of those bastards ended up … This has to be the one who was tracking Sandy! But did he find Sandy before or after the tree happened to him?
Seeing the moonshadow waiting for him, Bruce slowed his pace.
Now where?

The thing made a quick impatient gesture and just a short way ahead what seemed like half a sapling rolled obligingly aside, revealing the place where Bruce and Sandy had taken shelter during one of their summer runs.
That thing is strong! Bruce would almost certainly have worried more about the abilities the thing was so casually displaying, if he hadn't been so totally preoccupied about the missing blond.
"Where am I supposed to be looking?" He demanded.
In reply the moonshadow gestured imperiously at the narrow opening.
“Here?” Leaning to peer inside, Bruce's heart nearly stopped. "Sandy!" The blond was pale, so pale that at first Bruce worried that his friend was as lifeless as the dead gunman lying back along the path.
"What happened to him?” He demanded, speaking over one shoulder. “Is this your doing?" Turning, he found that he was talking to himself. The moonshadow was gone.
"Good riddance." Catching his breath, Bruce reached inside the hollow space, patting Sandy's shoulder through the thin shirt. "Sandy, I'm here, okay? It's only me." For an instant he thought he saw a hint of fading glimmer around the other man; but from that angle it was impossible to be sure.
With a shudder, Sandy's eyes blinked open ever so slightly.
"Hey, Babe." Easing the unsteady blond out of the hollow trunk, Bruce hauled Sandy to his feet, only realising how desperately cold his friend was when Sandy all but fell into his arms.
"Hypothermia!" Bruce muttered in dismay, "You dumb blond! Oh, Sandy, don’t you know better than to go to sleep outdoors in this weather?"
Evidently not…
Sandy's eyes fluttered shut again and he sighed, trustingly resting his head against Bruce.
There's no way he's going to manage to walk back, not like this! He’ll break an ankle or something worse. At this pace we'll both freeze before we get halfway there.
"Come on, Beautiful." Bruce hoisted Sandy up into his arms and urgently headed back to the house. "We have to get you indoors and warm you up."

"Master Bruce?"
"You heard me, Alfred. Call Jim Gordon and tell him what happened. I'm sure he's going to want to send someone out to collect the corpse; but, since there's no rush with that, I'm taking Sandy straight upstairs and putting him to bed, in my bed, with me. It's the safest way I know of warming him, and right now I've got more than enough body heat for the both of us! If there should be any more problems, you know where to find me."
"I shall be sure and knock loudly, Sir." Alfred assured him.
Lifting Sandy more comfortably into his arms, Bruce carried the shivering blond up the stairs and off to his bedroom.
The way Alfred was talking, it was as if he thought I was planning to do something naughty to Sandy! Bruce couldn’t quite suppress a smile at the expression on the old man's face.
Chance would be a fine thing!
The top of the bedsheet was already turned down, and dumping Sandy with as much finesse as he could manage on the counterpane, bearing in mind that the blond was hardly waiflike and Bruce had already carried him for quite some distance, he started to methodically strip Sandy.
Rousing slightly, Sandy tried to help; but his hands were shaking so much that it was more of a hindrance.
"Lie back! It'll be quicker if you just let me do it!" Bruce told him, pushing Sandy down gently to get his point across.
“The sooner we do this, the sooner we get you warm again,” He added by way of encouragement.
A few seconds later, with the blond bare and shivering under the covers, Bruce was able to tug off his own clothes and join him.
“God, you’re like an ice block,” Bruce told his friend. “Still, I don’t think it’s too serious. Lucky I got to you when I did though.”

At first the two men lay face to face, which was far from ideal.
"I'll turn over and you spoon up against me." Bruce decided; realising that Sandy's problem with having anyone behind him would render the obvious position practically impossible to achieve safely.
The last thing I want to do now is panic Sandy. Getting myself zapped runs a close second…
Thankfully Sandy seemed to catch on fairly quickly to what Bruce was offering, and after a minimal amount of fumbling the pair were wrapped together, with Sandy lying tight along Bruce's back, the blond’s cold thighs pressed against the underside of Bruce's, chilly knees tucked in at the back of Bruce's knees.
We fit together surprisingly well, considering... of course there's not that much difference in our height. Snuggled under the duvet, bodies curved to each other, Sandy's face was somewhere around Bruce's shoulder blades.
While Bruce was wary of accidentally hurting his bed partner, Sandy didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned. Wrapping an arm around Bruce's waist, the blond clung to him, limpet‑like and shivering.
"In case you don’t remember, I don’t usually do this when I get in bed with someone…" Bruce couldn’t resist saying, idly running his palms over Sandy’s forearms and doing his best to ignore the almost painfully-tight fingers latched around his bicep.
He’s not just cold, he’s damn near terrified. Surely he must realise that I’m not about to leave him like this? Then again, maybe not… Reaching out a hand, Bruce lightly carded the golden curls. “I’m not going anywhere, Babe,” He whispered. “It’s okay now... All you have to do is get warmed up...”
Sandy lay there, his breathing evening out as he warmed. The shivering dwindled and faded, and the desperate grip on Bruce's arm softened to a gentler touch.
He's asleep… Bruce realised drowsily, the warmth was getting to him too, and he could do with a rest after the frantic action of the afternoon.

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Only half-awake Sandy lay still while he considered the scent of the warm sleepy body in front of him. Familiarity eased away the last of the lingering concern. The crackling noise in his head was finally gone. Snuggled into a broad back, he was able to listen clearly to the contented rumbling of a baritone snore, at the same time feeling the vibrations rolling lazily through the other man's chest. This body felt right, sounded right, even smelt right. Slowly his rousing senses built up into only one possible conclusion: he had found his…
Bruce.
The word was abruptly there in the near silence of Sandy's mind, a sudden light blooming in otherwise total darkness, and along with it an image of Bruce's face and shape. The tactile sensation was wonderfully familiar and immensely comforting.
Lover … Sandy was suddenly sure that that was right too, it fitted the feel of the man lying in the bed with him. A delicious tingle ran through his body, his pulse speeding ever so slightly in response.
Friend. That word appeared alongside the others. The way the unspoken sound combinations kept arriving in Sandy’s head was bewildering; but in a pleasant sort of way. Everything about this situation felt good.
Safe. Secure and content, Sandy inhaled the aroma of the relaxed body. From the slow steady heartbeat, Bruce was very deeply asleep.
Ache. One of Sandy's arms was slung over and around Bruce's hip, the other was under his own head, and that arm was protesting as it went gradually numb. In stretching to restore the circulation to his fingers, Sandy automatically pressed closer to Bruce. Something touched his other hand. Something warm and pleasant … Curious, Sandy let his fingertips drift over it.
"Mmmm." Bruce made a happy sound deep in his chest; but didn’t waken. Hearing the happy noise made parts of Sandy feel good too, so he did it again. Something deep inside him tingled, setting his heart racing.
Touch. Sandy continued the careful exploration. Inhaling, Bruce shifted, moving his legs slightly and uttering another pleased rumble. Sandy moved his own legs, making sure to remain touching just as much of Bruce as he could.
Good. And it was. Sandy wanted to make Bruce happy. He liked Bruce, a lot. He liked this a lot too. As the part between his legs pressed against Bruce's thigh, the good feeling got stronger, and the harder that part got, the more it rubbed on Bruce which only made it all the more pleasurable.
Feel. Sandy already knew that touching himself down there was nice, he'd rediscovered that a few nights ago after he was supposed to have been asleep but couldn’t settle; but this was better somehow.
Because this time it was Bruce he was touching…

As he lay in Bruce's big warm bed, Sandy realised exactly where his hand was touching Bruce. The image flickered through his mind, even as the revelations continued to appear in his head in a slow steady trickle.
Cock… As Sandy continued to stroke his hand along it, the part of Bruce underwent a change.
Hard… Those ideas definitely felt like they ought to fit.
Sandy quickly made another connection: if being hard felt good for him, then that should mean that it felt good for Bruce as well.
Wake. Letting his ear rest against Bruce's back, Sandy listened to the sound of Bruce's heart pounding. It was getting faster. Which was puzzling as Bruce always moved around when he was awake, and he was just lying there now; scarcely moving at all.
Want. The thoughts were starting to return more rapidly now; one after the other and Sandy was avidly rediscovering them, like ripples spreading out on a pond. He was also rediscovering how nice it was to touch Bruce on all the places he couldn’t normally see.

Muscles. Sandy didn’t know why; but at that moment he had the urge to rub his face against Bruce's broad back; so he did, his nose bumping along the bundled muscle.
Sleeping. Even if Bruce still seemed to be out for the count, by now Sandy was wide-awake. Fascinated, the blond heaved himself up onto one elbow and nuzzled lightly at Bruce's shoulder. Bruce made the wonderful noises deep in his chest, and rolled right over onto his back, eyes still tight shut. One slack palm slid over Sandy's waist, settling onto his buttock.
Hand. Sandy grinned. That felt good! He decided to try his own hand on Bruce.
Feel. Looking along Bruce's chest, Sandy noticed the pale pink nipples were slightly puckered. Curious, he reached out and rubbed his fingertip over one.
Stroke. As he was touched, Bruce groaned low in his throat. Sandy thought that he would never get enough of hearing Bruce do that, so he repeated the move with the other nipple.
Rub. As they lay there, Sandy idly rocked his hips, pressing contentedly against Bruce's thigh, eliciting a long drawn out sigh from his bed partner. Amazingly, despite the increase in sounds, Bruce still hadn't opened his eyes. Sandy was bemused; but, since what he was doing felt so fine, he resolved to continue with the game until Bruce either opened his eyes or protested.

Lips. Leaning forward, and feeling completely reckless, Sandy investigated the nearer of the small bumps with his wetted lips, surprised and pleased by the way the smooth flesh hardened up as the edge of his mouth passed over it
Tongue. He sent the tip of his tongue questing across the tight nub. Touching with fingers was good; but using his tongue like this was even better.
Nipple. The word made him smile, although he had no idea why. Glancing at Bruce's face, Sandy found the dark-fringed eyes still pressed shut. Lightly, he licked the other nipple, and then sucked it experimentally.
Suck. That certainly hit the spot! Licking Bruce seemed to spark off something deep inside his own body. Bucking as heat grew within him, the very hard part of Sandy brushed against its counterpart on Bruce.

Unexpectedly, Bruce rolled his hips and groaned before uttering a single longing ‘Yes’ in that wonderful bass baritone.
Sandy froze. Would Bruce be cross if he woke him like this? Sandy didn’t want Bruce to be cross, he wanted him happy: so that Bruce would go on making the nice noises for him.
'Yes'. The sound rolled around in Sandy's head, and all of a sudden the noises outside his head began to tally with the ones inside. That was what those sounds were. Words!
'Yes'. Bruce had said yes … meaning Bruce liked this! In the back of his mind the blond remembered that when people made sounds their words told other people as much of a story as the way someone moved, or the way the lights and tastes Sandy could detect in and around them felt to his other, newer, senses. But right now, none of that was anywhere near as interesting as having Bruce laid out in front of him, so Sandy cheerfully put it aside.
Kiss. Feeling in control, Sandy scooted up, and laying full length alongside Bruce, he rested his lips onto Bruce's face. It felt good; but he couldn’t help thinking that it didn’t feel quite right. Leaning in again he brushed his lips experimentally over Bruce’s closed ones. There was still something missing! Pulling back, Sandy mulled it over. Only inches away, the other man's mouth was now ever so slightly open, soft and inviting.
Lick. His own lips were dry. Sandy licked them with his tongue, tasting the salt from Bruce's body on them. What would Bruce's mouth taste like?
Suddenly he had to find out.
Taste. Heart racing, Sandy dipped back down and slid the tip of his tongue between Bruce's lips and into the inviting mouth.
"Oh, God…" Bruce groaned, arms coming up to wrap tenderly around his lover. "How could anyone even pretend to sleep with you doing that? Don’t tease me, babe, it's not fair… not when I can't have you…"

Was Bruce happy, or not? The sounds began to replay in Sandy's head; but there were so many and it was so complicated. As he was worrying it out, Sandy noticed how the bed sheets had started slipping aside.
Now THAT looked like a promising sign! The long swollen shaft jutting up from between Bruce's legs drew Sandy's attention like a magnet. This one part of Bruce very definitely appreciated what Sandy was doing, so maybe the rest of his friend did too?
Edging down, Sandy stared at it up close. The aroma of arousal was so utterly compelling that, quite unable to resist, he flicked the very end of his tongue over the tip, watching in delight as the rigid length jerked upwards.
"Sandy, we shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…" Bruce protested weakly. "I'm trying so hard to be good, and you’re not making it at all easy." As the shiny tight cock-head sank back toward Bruce's flat belly, a couple of clear drops wept from the slit.
Instinctively, Sandy leaned in and licked up the spilt fluid, savouring the rich musky flavour, automatically swallowing it.
Loving. As Sandy tasted the liquid, something deep inside his mind clicked. He remembered this! Licking this marvellous man and sucking at him until Bruce's pre-cum coated his willing mouth.
Cum. The word added itself back to his lexicon. Something else went with that though, didn’t it?
Climax. The instant he remembered it, and what it meant, Sandy wanted Bruce like that again. Nuzzling into Bruce's groin, he licked enthusiastically, eagerly tasting the skin around the other man's balls, tonguing the musky root of the rigid shaft.

Bruce groaned aloud, turning his face away, fists clenching on the loose sheet. Sandy was much too far-gone to worry about what that might mean. Opening his mouth over the tip he suckled, hands sliding around Bruce's buttocks and pinning him in place, needing this more than anything.
"Yes!" Careful hands brushed over the sides of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on, and he went willingly, taking Bruce's pulsing cock in.
"Suck it…" The combination of the gentle voice, firm handling, and the desire to please Bruce were mingling, sending Sandy's body into overdrive. While Bruce thrashed and moaned his excitement, Sandy purred his own appreciation around the hardness sliding easily down his throat.
“Dear god, please don’t stop!” As Sandy swallowed Bruce to the very root, the wave of pleasure they were busily creating finally crested. Crashing through Bruce, it tugged Sandy along with it.

"Oh fuck!" Bruce came with an intensity that was astonishing, giving himself entirely to his lover. "Sandy!" Overwhelmed, he hauled Sandy into his arms and wrapped around him, dropping into exhausted sleep so quickly that he didn’t even hear the soft answering murmur from the equally sated blond.
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