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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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“What do you usually do to keep fit?” Bruce asked his guest, over morning toast. “You must do something to maintain that shape?”
Sandy was visibly amused. “Actually, I’m a lazy sod.” He admitted. “I do my physio exercises religiously every morning, but given the choice I'd probably be a couch potato.” He glanced at Bruce teasingly from under his thick eyelashes. “How about you? You didn’t build that body by sitting at a computer all day either.”
Thankfully Bruce had long-since perfected his answer to that question. “I run every day and follow a regular workout routine: martial arts, weights, swimming, that sort of thing?” He explained. “I’m something of an extreme sport enthusiast.”
“Ah.” Sandy nodded. “Martial arts, huh? I wish I’d known you a few weeks ago. It would have been handy to know how to really put up a good fight, when those bastards turned up at Julius' house trying to get me.”
“You don’t know how to defend yourself?” Bruce found that idea appalling. Where would I be if I couldn’t retaliate? Dead, that’s where. In which case, perhaps I can do something more practical for Sandy than just offering him a roof over his head for the duration?
With Julius' effects subject to probate, Sandy had nowhere to go. Dick was still worried about the attempted abduction, and that the perp's might take another shot at Sandy if the blond returned to Bludhaven, so Bruce continued to have a houseguest. To his surprise, as he knew his own virtues and being this sociable wasn’t normally one of them, Bruce was really enjoying having the other man around; despite the complications that was causing with his 'other' more nocturnal life.

“I might have at one time,” Sandy supposed. “But if I ever did, I don’t now.”
“But you’re flexible.” Bruce recalled some of the more interesting moments of his recent Sandy-watching. “And fit.”
Sandy only grinned. “Nice of you to notice,” He said sweetly. “Yeah, it’s one of the better things that the hospital rehab team did for me. My reflexes aren’t exactly what most people would think of as normal though, which is why I religiously keep up with the physiotherapy.”
“You do it every day?” Every day so far, as Bruce already knew from the hidden monitors in every room in the mansion, but it might seem strange if he didn’t come out and ask about it.
“Every morning, first thing... gets it out of the way so the rest of my time is my own. I find it better for my muscles that way.” The beautiful body moved, settling more comfortably on the chair, distracting him just a little.
“I did try doing it last thing at night, but I kept waking up stiff.” The blond admitted.
“Thought that happened to every guy?” Bruce couldn’t resist.
Sandy only gave him a knowing wink.

It wasn’t hard to persuade the blond to allow Bruce to show him some basic defence moves, what was damned difficult was ignoring the way his body wanted to respond to being intimately close to Sandy. After several stern words with his libido, Bruce finally managed to put his sex life on temporary 'hold' and concentrate on helping his new friend.
Well, Sandy seems to be getting the idea, so perhaps it's time to see what he can really do? Now that he was certain that they were both properly warmed up, Bruce decided to evaluate Sandy's defensive capabilities, and there was only one way he knew of to do that: throw the blond in the proverbial deep-end and see how fast he sank.

“Remember to always keep your guard up, Sandy.” Bruce warned. “In a real fight, no one is going to stop and allow you time to think. You have to learn to react instinctively, and to get your natural reflexes working in your favour.”
"Don’t have them." Sandy sighed, but maintained the defensive posture that Bruce had just shown him.
"Every living thing has reflexes. You just have to learn to use them." Bruce disagreed.
"I did learn how to use them." The blond protested. "All over again. It took me around four months of physio to get back on my feet and be confident of being able to stay there, and another year, working all hours at the factory, to beef it up."
That raised a small grin with Bruce. "Nice pun."
"Thanks. Always good to be appreciated."
"Appreciation isn't what you need right now, it's constructive criticism." Bruce countered, deliberately telegraphing a kick and seeing if Sandy would spot it. "Not bad, but your defending hand should sweep more." He omitted to mention that if this had been for real, Sandy would probably be painted right across the far wall by now.
Got to remember to give the poor guy at least a sporting chance. There aren't many seasoned fighters who could hold their own against me for long, and Sandy can hardly have had the sort of training I did… Not that his new friend was a marshmallow either; surprisingly enough the blond was proving to be more than simply decorative, and as they sparred Bruce found himself growing increasingly impressed by the solidity of the other man's frame, and Sandy's responsiveness to his teachings.
He uses that muscle well, really works it, but then he built himself into that shape by hours of sheer hard labour. Like I had to…
Perhaps it was time to increase the pressure? See what Sandy was really capable of?

Ducking past Sandy, Bruce tapped him on the shoulder; at least that was what he had intended to do. Still watching Bruce intently, Sandy had continued to turn as Bruce passed him, which meant that instead of a shoulder, Bruce’s outstretched hand fell instead on the back of Sandy’s neck.
The retaliatory strike came out of nowhere, with absolutely no warning.
Lord, that was fast! Flung bodily across the room by little more than a glancing blow, Bruce rolled as the floor came up toward him. I didn’t realise he was so strong! Bruce’s own superb fighting reflexes saved him from bouncing ignominiously along the ground, but even so he was unable to gain any traction on the slick marble.
"Whoa!" When the skid finally ended, Bruce found himself backed right up against the mirrored wall. “Nice move, Sandy!” He gasped, automatically expecting Sandy to say something in return, or at least offer to help him up: instead there was only strained silence.
Maybe he’s embarrassed, or thinks I might be angry? Better let him know I’m okay with it.
“Well, that was pretty impressive! At a guess, you must have had some training... I told you that your reflexes would kick in, didn’t I?” He flipped to his feet. “You totally caught me by surprise, which hasn’t happened for quite a while.” Thankfully … or I might have a few more holes in me!
Still nothing.
“Sandy? Surprised, Bruce took a closer look at the younger man. The eyes that met his were those of a stranger, a wary and apparently furious stranger.
Wary, Bruce held back. What’s wrong with him ...?
Still moving toward him, Sandy’s expression was hard, glazed. Whatever he was seeing, it wasn’t Bruce.
Oh shit ... It’s like he doesn’t recognise me!

Just for a second, Bruce worried that he was going to have to take Sandy down; either that or risk leaving the blond free to do something that they could both possibly regret later.
I don’t want to hurt him while he's like this, but I can't let him get past me! There's no knowing what he might do once he gets out of this room…
Stalking over to the mirror, Sandy ignored Bruce entirely, gazing directly at his own reflection instead. He made no move, only stared.
Does he even recognise himself? Bruce was horrified. What have we triggered? He had to help Sandy, had to try and put this right.
“That’s you...” Bruce said quietly, “And this is me. It's Bruce.” Pitching his voice to be as soothing as possible, he tried again. "Sandy? Do you know where you are?"

As if a switch had been flicked somewhere in his head, Sandy blinked awake. “Bruce?”
“That's right.” Bruce reassured him softly, “Are you okay now?”
“I zoned, didn’t I?” Sandy started to shake. “It happened again.”
"Something happened." Bruce agreed. No way was that an epileptic episode. But what was it? And what triggered it? He had a sudden mental image of his hand resting on the blond’s neck. Didn’t Sandy warn me that he hated having his neck touched? That it made him zone out? Damn! Why wasn’t I more careful?
"Sandy, I'm sorry." He moved a little closer to the blond. "This was my fault."
"How can it be your fault? Don’t be daft, Bruce, I was the one who wanted to learn to defend myself." Sandy said hurriedly. "If anyone's to blame, it's me."
"I touched your neck." Bruce admitted. "I should have thought of how you would react. It's not like you didn’t warn me." He added.
"But even if you did that, I was expecting you to make contact, we were sparring!" By now Sandy sounded totally bewildered. "And I wouldn’t hurt you, I … like you."
He likes me... Bruce mentally filed that detail away for later inspection
"And this has never happened before, when anyone you liked touched you?" Bruce thought to check.
Or maybe not until after someone had done something more than just touch him? Bruce was beginning to formulate a theory: he remembered something else that Sandy had inadvertently revealed back during his first day at the mansion,
Something about contact with other people triggering pain? If only he had been paying more attention to what the blond was saying than to what they had both been doing at the time, Bruce might have been more confident of the accuracy of his recall, but as with so many things it was too late now to go back and change that.
Whatever was done to Sandy in the past, its had a lasting effect.

"I … don’t know." The other man looked at the floor and fidgeted. "I…"
"You don’t remember that either, do you?" It was a guess, but Bruce suspected that it was a sound one. Your conscious mind may not, but it's a good bet that your body still does…
"No." Pale blue eyes met his. "Bruce, what did I do to you? Was it very bad?" Sandy asked shakily.
"You moved a lot faster than I expected." Bruce told Sandy honestly, "But you didn’t deliberately attack me." He reassured him. "It was purely defensive."
"If I did … I want you to tell me."
"Sandy!" Bruce held out his hands and waited for the blond to make the first move. "I promise you, all that really happened was that you managed to surprise me. You were suddenly very distant, but I could see at once that you weren’t yourself." He suddenly realised the effect that his words were having on his anxious friend, and that purposely keeping his distance wasn’t helping the blond at all. "Oh, come here!"
By now Sandy was shaking like a leaf in a gale.
I can practically hear his teeth chattering!
"I'm going to touch you, Sandy." He warned, and hoping that he wasn’t making a huge mistake, enfolded the other man in a gentle hug, running his palms up and down Sandy's back. "Relax… It's all going to be alright."
Breathing hard, Sandy pressed his face into Bruce's neck and stood there. After a few seconds, Bruce felt a shudder run through the lithe form.
Did I make him cry? No, I couldn’t have… Could I? Bruce was shocked, and more than a little unhappy at that idea.

Instead of helping, I only seem to be making things worse. Taking care not to make any sudden moves or startle Sandy, Bruce continued to stroke his hands down along the broad back, keeping well below Sandy's shoulders, and making what he hoped were soothing noises.
"Are you okay?" He wondered, still talking softly while absently burying his nose in the golden curls.
Sandy fidgeted slightly. His hands slid up around Bruce's waist. "Bruce…"
The sweet voice was so muffled by proximity that Bruce couldn’t get a clue as to what Sandy was feeling right now.
"Babe?" The affectionate term came so naturally that Bruce was scarcely aware of having said it. "I'm sorry, I'll stop…"
"No…" Sandy pressed closer. "It feels so good, having your hands on me."
Not unhappy, but wanting! Bruce marvelled over the miracle he held in his arms. Sandy felt good to Bruce too, so good that his body was already producing the inevitable reaction; despite his having started this with only the most honourable of intentions. It wasn’t until the wonderfully warm body leant against his, and their groins brushed, that Bruce realised that he wasn’t the only one with a not-so-little 'problem'.
"I can't remember if anyone's ever touched me like this." Sandy confessed. "I like how what we're doing feels, but I haven't the slightest idea of what else to do about it."
Which makes me his first in at least one way… What if I were really … if he hadn't ever… Too aroused to resist, Bruce tilted the blond's head until he was looking directly into the pale eyes. "May I kiss you?" He asked.
In answer Sandy raised his chin and brushed his lips over Bruce's, his hands skimming over Bruce, as he cautiously explored under Bruce’s t-shirt with questing fingers.
So good! The desire that was never far from the surface, flared into full heat and this time Bruce let it happen: the burning spread through him as he feasted on the tempting mouth, tasting and licking until Sandy was whimpering with urgency.
"More?" Bruce breathed, hardly daring to believe his luck. Sandy was not only letting himself be touched, he was seeking it. Eager palms roamed over Bruce, sliding along his aching flesh, stroking and teasing.
"More." Sandy groaned. "Please…" He buried his face in Bruce's neck, panting deeply.
"What do you want, Sandy?" There was no way that Bruce was going to risk misinterpreting him now. "You only have to say, and I'll do it, but you have to tell me…"
"I…" Sandy kissed him desperately. "No, I can't … you'll think …"
"Go on." Bruce encouraged softly. "Say it."
"I want …"
Bruce kissed him. "Tell me…" He urged.
"I want …" Sandy hesitated for just a second longer, and then whispered shyly. "You…"

The lights were fine for training purposes, but too bright for intimacy. Dialling them down, Bruce hastily reviewed the options.
We don’t need to take it all the way … not this time … not ever, if we don’t want to… He reasoned. The room was warm and the sheepskins were still bundled in the far corner, but if they did get much farther than they had before then certain items were going to be essential. They were both clean and healthy, but still …
We barely know each other. Bruce was wracked with indecision. Sandy's saying that he wants this, but, without any experience, how can he know that? Was the blond ready? Was Bruce, come to that? Tempted certainly, but ready?
"Let me undress you?" He asked softly, approaching his partner and watching for any hint of nervousness or strain.
"Okay."
The loose t-shirt slipped off easily enough. Casting it aside, Bruce knelt, and taking a deep breath, eased his fingers under the waistband of Sandy's jogging pants. The fabric slid down unbelievably easily, revealing the full glory of the firm body beneath. Revelling in the warm aroma, Bruce leaned forward and tasted, peppering the soft skin with butterfly kisses and light nips, making Sandy squirm in delight.

"Come up here." Sandy breathed. Warm hands pulled at Bruce, encouraging him back to his feet. "Getting lonely without you." He smiled, and eased in, planting a kiss on Bruce's lips.
"Mmmm." Bruce returned the favour for a few minutes, enjoying an armful of very interested and active blond. Licking delicately at the side of Sandy's chin, he lavished more attention along Sandy's jaw-line, the very faint hint of stubble adding to the texture, increasing his arousal.
"I feel a bit overdressed," He whispered. “You want to help with that?”
Nodding, Sandy helped him out of the confining layers, bending to lick and suck enthusiastically at the newly revealed skin. "You taste so good." He whispered. "Especially here."
Bruce bit his lip hard as Sandy's tongue travelled up along his thighs, tracing a path to his arousal.
"And here," Sandy added.
When the tip of the blond's tongue slicked across the head of his cock, darting into the tiny hole and sampling his pre-cum, Bruce groaned aloud, running his fingers through Sandy's shining curls.
"Slow down, or I'll come." He warned softly.
Panting, Sandy pulled back and stood; eyes darkened with desire.
"I wanted you to come," He whispered into Bruce's ear as he fitted back into his arms as if he had been designed specifically for just that. "In my mouth."
"Really?" Bruce felt his heart speed up. "You mean that?"
"Yes…" Sandy whispered. Dropping back to his knees, the blond lavished open-mouthed kisses along Bruce's thighs and groin. "Please," He urged, "Please, fuck my mouth…"
It was an offer that Bruce wasn’t about to refuse. "Take it in." Leaning one arm against the wall to keep his weight off his partner, he gasped as the head of his cock slipped past Sandy's lips. Hands stole around his waist, biceps locking around his hips as Sandy started to deep-throat him.
"You're so good at that." Bruce told him, and it was: just a little uncoordinated at times, but the enthusiasm more than compensated for any inexperience. "Touch yourself though," He insisted. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I am."
Watching Sandy was nearly as much of a turn-on as being pleasured by him, and far too soon Bruce felt the moment approaching. Pulling out at the last second, he sent the thick white liquid jetting over Sandy's shoulders and belly, delighted to see the blond reach his own peak at the exact same time.

Sinking down to the floor together, they sat there, entwined, neither saying anything, until finally Sandy began to giggle.
"What?" Bruce was too sated to feel in the slightest bit awkward.
"I'm sitting in the wet patch." Sandy told him. "And it’s cold."
"So am I." Bruce had been able to ignore it, but now that the topic had been raised the signals weren’t going to fade away again. "And you're right."
"Fancy a shower?" The blond asked hopefully.
"Fancy you." Bruce told him, kissing him fondly. "But a shower comes a close second."
Sandy had a definite twinkle in his eye as they helped each other up. "Next time, we ought to try that in a bed." He announced. "Floors are rather hard on the knees."
"I rather like the idea of doing it in a shower." Bruce suggested innocently. "Easier to clean up afterwards."
"You're a bad influence on me." Sandy grinned. "Here I was thinking that showers were only for getting nice and clean, and you get me started back on naughty things again."
"Was that all you were thinking about?"
"Mostly." The pale eyes twinkled with amusement.
"So I'm a bad influence?"
"Terrible."
"Then I'll have to make it up to you." Bruce promised. "Just as soon as we get in the shower."

Bruce was kissing Sandy's neck with passion, running his fingers up and down the furrowed spine, when one fingertip accidentally trespassed between the softly furred buttocks.
"Oh…" Sandy twisted toward him, "Please, again."
"You like that?" Some people didn’t.
"Yes."
Bruce did it again, this time, leaning in even tighter so that he could reach down closer to the temptation concealed there.
"Please," Sandy arched his back.
Slicked with shower gel, Bruce's fingertip slid in with remarkable ease. Sandy was deliciously tight, and obviously inexperienced, but his body knew what it wanted. The erection pressing against Bruce's thigh grew harder.
"More, Bruce…"
Slowly Bruce accustomed him to the sensation of a finger inside him, and then, with Sandy whimpering for more, he withdrew it almost all the way out.
"Oh god!" Sandy clung to him, trembling with longing. "Don’t stop."
"Easy, babe…" Bruce soothed, luxuriating in the press of his cock against Sandy's belly, and in the feel of the pre-cum already leaking freely from the tip. "Nice and slow…"
When Bruce's finger all the way back into him, and teasing his prostate, Sandy was writhing in ecstasy and promising that Bruce could do whatever he liked, anything at all in fact.
"Oh, god, I want you so much!" Sandy groaned and came helplessly in his arms, crying out as climax took him.
By then Bruce was so aroused that he almost threw his good intentions aside and entered Sandy properly right there and then, it was only the practical difficulties of maintaining balance on the soapy floor that stopped him.
"Let's not rush this," He murmured. "Just this for today, then tomorrow you can have more…"
"When will you fuck me?" Sandy pleaded, eyes closed and panting.
Not 'if', but 'when'… Why was it suddenly so hard to be good?
"When I'm ready… when we're both ready…" Bruce promised, finding the idea so exciting that it only took a touch from Sandy's hand to bring him off.
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