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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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"So, since the criminal fraternity all seem to have taken their summer vacations early, and we have a quiet night for once, what exactly did you want to talk about?" Nightwing asked, revving the engine on the customised cycle absently. "The weather? The boredom? Or," His mouth creased up into a wicked grin. "Birthday presents?"
"The weather." Batman growled. "Obviously."
"Oh, come on, you know you loved it!" There was no one for miles and, keeping the costume and the domino mask firmly in place, Nightwing relaxed back into Dick Grayson. "You may as well admit it." He teased.
"It was … interesting." Bruce acknowledged gracefully, "You sure you wouldn’t rather chat about how bored you are now that we've sent the latest wave of criminals to a life behind bars?"
"I'm not bored." Dick smirked. "Neither are you, by what Alfred wasn’t saying."
"Alfred didn’t tell you anything." Bruce was as sure of that as he was of his own name.
"Exactly!" The grin grew wider. "And when Alfred won't talk about what you're doing, it has to be something naughty … which can only mean that you obviously are still enjoying your present."
"You," Bruce glared at him. "Actually did something right for a change." He allowed the glare to mellow into a smile.
"I can die happy!" Dick broke into peals of laughter. "You finally admitted that I know you at least as well as you know you!"
"Maybe better?" Bruce leant back against the bonnet of the Batmobile and scuffed a booted foot in the dust. "How did you know I'd … we'd … get on?"
"Gut feeling. A mystery and in such a good looking package… how could you resist?" Dick softened the laugh into a smile. "Seriously, I'm really glad for you… It hurt me to think of you always so alone, and Sandy deserves to have someone decent in his life."
Bruce shrugged it off, but deep down he was impressed with how smart his nearly-son had become. The kid was all grown up…
"Well, since we seem to have a night off, I'm heading back to Blűdhaven. There's a pillow with my name on it just waiting for me." Dick poked him on the shoulder. "Thinking of which, now that you're another year older, shouldn’t you be thinking about getting an early night too?"
Cheeky little shit!
"Oh, I was thinking of going to bed," Bruce said blandly. "Not that I expect to be doing a lot of sleeping… At my age, you get to stay up late and do … interesting things." He gave Dick a fatherly pat on the head. "When you get old enough, I'll be sure and tell you all about it."
Dick's reply left him grinning from ear to ear. Where had the boy learned language like that? Waving a casual goodbye, Bruce vaulted into the car and headed back toward Gotham.

"Damn!" The clasp on the back of his armoured shoulder simply refused to budge. Almost anywhere else on the suit and Bruce could have either forced it himself, pressed it against something, or even hit it with a hammer to free the fitting; but since he couldn’t even see what was stopping it opening, or reach it, there was nothing left to do but…
I'll have to go upstairs and wake Alfred. He is going to kill me; but what else can I do? There's no way I can sleep in this stuff, the last time I tried that I nearly did myself a permanent injury … Not to mention shredding the sheets.
Reluctantly pulling the rest of the suit back into position and locking the other fasteners into place, Bruce headed up to the hidden door that communicated with the house.

Did I just hear something? Standing in the hallway, Bruce listened. Far off, there was a very faint chink of glass, followed by a soft thud.
Was that a window breaking? Tensing, Bruce stepped backwards against the wall, armour blending elegantly with the ebony shadows.
Sounds like we might have a prowler? Down along the hall something was very definitely moving: a rather human-sounding something.
I was right! There is someone there, and coming this way! The muffled thump of feet on the parquet flooring was getting louder.
Well, whoever you are, you’re going to get rather more excitement than you expected...
Odd though, that although the movements were light, there was a definite lack of stealth.
Not very good at this, is he? Taking a slow deep breath, Bruce prepared to surprise their visitor. Almost as though… At the back of his mind, the tiny murmur of doubt began to make its presence felt. As the figure approached, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.
Sandy!
The silhouette was unmistakeable, as were the items held carefully in the blond’s hands. It hadn't been a window breaking, only the rattle of a glass tumbler being set down on the echoing granite worktop for safekeeping while the fridge door was shoved shut…
Paranoia wasn’t always such a useful tool.
Trust him to wander down to the kitchen for a late night snack tonight of all nights! I really don’t want him finding out about the whole Bat thing right now. I want to be sure I'm good and ready before I even THINK about whether to tell him or not…
Nudging the door to the den open with one elbow, Sandy padded inside, letting the door swing shut behind him.
Well, that was convenient… I can be up the stairs and around the corner before he even knows I was here…
Naturally, the traitorous stair chose that precise moment to creak. Loudly.

"Hey!"
The hall lights went on with a suddenness that was unnerving, and embarrassing.
Bugger. Bruce heaved a sigh: blending artfully in with the shadows was one thing; finding yourself standing half-way up a brightly-lit carpeted staircase was quite another. He felt … exposed, and more than a bit foolish.
"Yes?" Turning, the Batman found himself looking down at a not-very friendly face at the other end of a samurai sword; one of Bruce’s favourites in fact. "Unless you intend to use that, I suggest you put it back where you took it from," He advised curtly.
"Batman?" Sandy's blue eyes roved over him. "What are you doing here … in the middle of the night?" The blond asked suspiciously.
Suddenly Bruce saw an opportunity. He needn’t lie, just be very selective with the truth. "You're Sandy." He growled, keeping his voice carefully in the low baritone range that he always employed while wearing the armour.
Just remember to be The Batman … not Bruce Wayne!
"You know my name?" The pale eyes narrowed. "How?"
Not as blond as he looks then? Bruce smiled inwardly as the business end of the sword remained pointed very determinedly in the direction of his armoured navel.
And cautious, I like that... A tiny thrill of mischief twinkled through him.
I wonder…? It was fascinating, seeing Sandy's uncensored reactions to his current identity.
Just how far could I take this?
"We have a mutual friend." The Batman said gruffly.
"Who?" Sandy was also playing it with care.
"Who do you think, Blondie?" Bruce waved a gloved hand at the interior of the hall. "Dark hair, fast cars, expensive suits, owns this place, ringing any bells yet?"
"Bruce…" Sandy murmured the name.
“Yes, Bruce,” Batman agreed.
The blond frowned dubiously. "How do you know Bruce, and what are you doing here right now?"
The frisson of mischief expanded into a full-fledged sunburst. "Like I said, expensive suits…" Absently, Batman drew the cape around himself.
"Your gear?" Sandy blinked, "Bruce had something to do with that?"
"Oh, Bruce has a lot to do with the armour," The Dark Knight agreed.
"Bruce isn't here right now, he went out earlier," Sandy said cagily.
"I know where he went, and when," Of course he knew. He knew far more about the whereabouts of one Bruce Wayne than the would-be swordsman currently standing in a draughty hallway clad in nothing more than a paper-thin pair of silk pyjama bottoms… A lifetime of lectures from Alfred about the perils of wandering around with bare feet on cold floors rose to haunt Bruce.
Alfred would have a hissy fit if he could see Sandy right now…
"You'll catch cold if you stand there like that," He warned his blond houseguest.
"Why would that matter to you?" Sandy was instantly defensive again.
Shit! Why would that matter to the Batman?!!! Dumb, Bruce, really dumb!

"Because our mutual friend is expecting me to take care of you." The idea wasn’t as much inspired as desperate. Despite that, Sandy seemed to buy the threadbare explanation.
Well, that was easier than I expected! Bruce was reminded again of the weird life his overly beautiful friend had lived. Perhaps, seen in that context, the idea of the Batman acting as a bodyguard was not so odd?
Not that Sandy was prepared to let it pass entirely without question. "Why were you creeping around on the stairs?" The blond asked cautiously.
"Because I was expecting you to be in a room at the top of them? Asleep?" The Dark Knight suggested. "Since that is what most people do at night."
Hypocritical much there, Wayne?
"Oh." Said with just the slightest hint of a blush.
Rather appealing really…
"Which is where you ought to be," The Bat couldn’t resist: there was just something about the notion of Sandy in a bed that was thoroughly tempting.
"Piss off, I'm not a kid, or a prisoner here," Pale eyes flashed anger, "I can go where I like. Thinking of which, how did you get into the house without setting off the alarms?"
"Trade secret." Amused tolerance was one thing; but the Bat wasn’t going to permit too much interrogating.
"Oh, sorry…" Sandy sighed, deflated, "Of course Bruce would have had to have given you the code, if he wanted you to keep an eye on things…"
"It would have been a little hard to check that you were safe and sound from outside in the garden," Batman wondered if he would ever feel ready to tell anyone his secret? He had gotten close to others over the years and never felt able to divulge the slightest hint of his dual identity; but somehow, despite their relatively short acquaintance, Bruce could actually visualise a time when he would feel comfortable sharing even that with the blond. They weren’t quite there yet though…
Sandy's really gotten under my skin, hasn’t he? Thinking of which…
"Would you really have used that on me?" He wondered, reaching out an armoured finger and nudging the end of the blade away from his midriff.
"What do you think?" Came the mildly sarcastic reply.
Just like Dick! Everyone takes advantage of the nice guys! Batman glared at the blond out of habit; even though it was pointless, since the other man couldn’t see his eyes while they were completely hidden by the specially designed protective lenses.
"What I think, is that you ought to put that sword back where it came from," Bruce rumbled.
Heading back into the den, Sandy caught up the scabbard and re-sheathed the blade with casual ease. Leaning up on tip-toe, he very nearly managed to tuck the whole thing back up onto its wall-mounted holder; but not quite. There was a knack to settling the blade back in, and Sandy didn’t have it.
"Here!" There was no way that Batman could stand by and watch an accident in the making: not with that man, or that sword.
"Let me," He hefted the weapon up into place with practised ease, "I'll sort that; you drink your …"
Sandy looked up from his glass of milk with a cheeky smile. "Milk's good for you," He said, completely unembarrassed at being caught in the act of sinking a pint of milk by the notorious scourge of Gotham's criminal underworld, "What?"

Bruce almost smiled; but everyone knew that The Batman never smiled, so he settled for a slight frown. "You have a milk moustache." He pointed out. Sandy only grinned and ran his tongue around his lips, before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Does he know how that looks? Sandy might have, or he might not: the blond possessed a curious innocence in some matters; either way it was incredibly arousing. The thinness of the silk pyjama's wasn’t helping Bruce any either; not in close combination with seeing that wicked tongue brought into play…
Tormenting little sod! If Bruce had been being Bruce right then, and not the Bat, he would have caught hold of Sandy and either tickled him or kissed him, possibly even some of both; as it was, he could do neither. Batman didn’t do Romance… or Fun …
Hoist on my own petard… Thankfully the armour hid a multitude of sins, including that one…
"Cookie?" Sandy offered, oblivious to Bruce's internal dialogue.
Politely declining, Bruce watched as Sandy neatly devoured three chocolate chip cookies in rapid succession.
"Okay." The blond stretched and yawned. "I'm going to go back to my bed. What are you going to be doing?"
Good question. What AM I going to do now? I'll have to stall for time, and hope he falls asleep quickly. I can't even go back down to the cave until that happens, in case he sees me, and if Bruce suddenly reappears while the Batman's nowhere to be found, Sandy's sure to get suspicious… He isn't stupid.
"I'll take a tour around the house and check that everything's in order." He kept his tone polite but firm.
"How will you know?" Sandy looked at him innocently. "After all, you don’t live here."
"I think I can spot an open window, resident or not." He managed not to let the chuckle show in his voice. "That okay with you?"
The blond shrugged.
"Unless you want to take a walk around with me? Show me what's what?" Would Sandy opt to take him up on that? Part of Bruce hoped not - despite having made the offer, he suddenly wasn’t all that sure that he liked the idea of Sandy being that much at ease with anyone else on such short acquaintance. Even if the Batman was in reality only Bruce in his real working clothes, Sandy should still react to the Dark Knight as he would to any other stranger; the Batman's vigilante reputation notwithstanding. People were capable of awful things … especially people who stalked about during the hours of darkness, hiding their identity under a mask.
And now I'm psychoanalysing myself for possible criminal tendencies! There are times when even I begin to wonder about my mental state…

"No thanks." Sandy visibly bristled. "I'm rather particular who I wander around with, especially at night, and I bet you already know what’s what," he added pointedly.
“Would you wander with Bruce, at night?” He had to ask, had to...
“Whatever I would do with Bruce is our business,” Sandy glared, “And none of yours.”
Was the blond actually defending Bruce's daytime persona? And against the menacing Batman… that was rather … appealing. How far would Sandy take it though?
"Sure?" He watched Sandy closely. What was going through that gorgeous head right now?
"Are you trying …" Sandy tilted his head and thought about it. "Uhm, to be funny?"
"I don’t do funny." The Bat reminded him.
"Then you're serious?" The blond asked.
"Usually." The Dark Knight agreed.
"If anyone else had asked me that, I might have thought that they were trying to get fresh," Sandy replied carefully. "Of course, Bruce must trust you or he wouldn’t have suggested you come here at all, and he certainly wouldn’t have given you the codes."
Ooh! Nicely done! Remind the weird Bat-guy that you already have at least one admirer, and then make sure that he remembers why he was supposed to be here in the first place! Tactful, but firm; all-in-all, a very tastefully-done put-down. The earlier imp of mischief was back. But what if the costumed guy doesn’t want to take a hint?
"You're very easy on the eye." He couldn’t remember the last time he had spontaneously complimented anyone while wearing the suit. Maybe never? The company Batman tended to keep was hardly conducive, after all.
"What if someone was to express an interest?" He asked the blond idly.
"Then they would be making a mistake," There was nothing friendly in the chilly tones now. Sandy rose to his full height, "I don’t do casual stands."
"No?" Now that was very reassuring to hear, and not something he could easily have asked while being 'Nice Guy Bruce'.
"No." The blond strolled across the room, heading for the door. As the gap between them closed, there was something… a tingle in the air.
Intrigued, Batman drifted slightly closer.
Noticing him moving, the blond spoke again. "My room is next to Bruce's, and when I get back there I'm going to lock the door. I won't be receptive to any visitors … do we understand each other?"
"You don’t like me, do you?" Batman leant against the wall, casual but alert.
"I don’t know you," The pale eyes met his without flinching, "And I don’t want to."
"Touchy…" The Dark Knight managed to keep the smirk to a minimum, but it was a close run thing.
"I suggest that you don’t ever try to touch me, not if you want to keep everything still properly attached," Sandy didn’t sound in the slightest bit amused now.
Feisty! The inner Bat liked that, admired someone who would stand up for what they believed in, regardless of who was trying to do the pushing.
Stalking toward the door, Sandy paused. "I'm surprised at Bruce, he usually has such good taste in everything, but it seems that his faith in certain areas is a little … misplaced."
"Hey…" Bruce was insulted, until he remembered that Sandy didn’t know who was under the armour.
"Yes?" The tone was glacial.
"I was only seeing how far you'd go." He tried for politely apologetic.
"Nice. Now I'd like to see how far you'll go," The blond told him coldly. "The outside door's that way … don’t forget to close it properly on your way out."
Oh-oh. Overdid it just a little there. I keep forgetting that I'm a stranger to him right now. Sandy's getting seriously pissed at this me! Better try and mend that bridge, if possible.
"I didn’t mean anything by it." He said firmly.
Sandy hesitated, just by the door. "I did." He answered flatly, and stepped through, closing the door smartly behind him. By the time Bruce had gotten over the surprise, the hall was empty.
Eew … you did not make yourself a bat-fan there!

"So what do you think I should do, Alfred?"
"I rather think that depends on where you hope the relationship might go from here, sir." Alfred said sagely, replacing the claw hammer in the bedside drawer. "A sound relationship cannot be based on a lie, or on mistrust."
"You're right." Bruce let out a deep sigh. "I don’t know what's gotten into me tonight."
"Well, at least we can be sure of what you have gotten out of…" The butler indicated the recalcitrant connector. "If you wouldn’t mind taking all of that with you on your way out, Master Bruce?" He gestured at the pile of armour.
It was obviously a hint. Given that it was almost two am, it could have been a lot worse… Alfred's predilection for keeping heavy objects readily to hand was ideal when it came to persuading stubborn armour, but would have been a whole lot less comfortable if applied directly to the person inside it.
"Yeah, sorry, Alfred; and thanks." Leaving the older man to resume his interrupted sleep, Bruce decided to go straight to his bed. First thing tomorrow he would take the armour down to the cave, after that he was going to talk to Sandy about certain things.

When he got there, Bruce found that while his bedroom was dark it was by no means empty.
Oh shit… Concealed in the deep shadows by the door, Bruce froze. With the suit's night vision system working he could see his houseguest as clear as day, but of course the other man didn’t have that advantage.
"Bruce?" Sleepily Sandy rolled over in bed and peered around the room.
Torn between leaving and showing himself, Bruce hesitated. He hadn't planned to wander around while still wearing the suit, but he hadn't wanted to carry all the loose sections around the house either, not to mention walk naked through the draughty halls, which was why he had left all but the damaged central back plate in place and headed for his bedroom.
Why is Sandy in MY bed? The last thing on his mind tonight had been seeing Sandy while wearing the suit, but somehow he'd managed to do it twice in the space of a few hours.
"Why are you here, Sandy?" Bruce said the first words that came into his mouth, forgetting to conceal his voice.
"Wanted to see you…" Came the hazy reply.
"And you fell asleep waiting, didn’t you, baby?" Distracted by the familiar surroundings of his room, and by the golden temptation warming his sheets, it totally slipped Bruce's mind that he was still suited and booted as he wandered over to the bed.
"Yes." Sleepily Sandy raised one hand and traced it along the back of the glove, and on up Bruce's arm. "Why are you wearing gloves?"
"Sssh, sleepyhead…" Damn! I nearly slipped up badly there! Lucky he's too tired to think straight! I am too, come to that.

Unexpectedly the Bat surged to the forefront. "You're dreaming, Sandy…"
"Mmm-hmm, must be… can't be real, s' Bruce's bed," Sandy breathed, lips parting slightly. "S' safe here."
"How sure of that are you…?" The gravel tones were pure Bat, and coloured with rising lust. Hormones surging, Bruce let his wayward impulses have free rein. "Enough to let me touch you?"
"You sound different." The blond trembled, bewildered. "Same shape … but the way you move …" He whispered. "Suit feels …so real … 'cept it can’t be… "
"Can't it?" Trailing the glove along the inviting contours of Sandy's lower lip, Batman leaned in until their foreheads were almost touching. "Can you dream things this clearly?" He murmured.
"I …" Sandy hesitated. His fingers danced across the cowl, tracing the contours and the snugly fitting edge.
"Sssh…" Inching just a little closer, the Dark Knight moistened his suddenly dry lips with the tip of his tongue. He decided that he liked this game. Definitely one to play again... Right now, the Bat knew exactly what else he wanted to do though.
"Just relax." He whispered and imagined closing the space between them, picturing letting his lips brush over Sandy's. So soft, so damned good!
He edged closer.
"No!" Completely alert now, Sandy jerked back only to discover that he was effectively trapped against the ornate headboard. "You're real!"
"Yes." Determined, and becoming increasingly aroused, the Bat asserted greater control. Watching the sheets slide away from the superbly developed form, Bruce admired the revealed skin. Questing hands rose instinctively to stop him, but he intercepted them with casual ease, pinning the firm wrists under his own gauntleted palms. He wasn’t about to let Sandy get hurt by pounding against the armour.
"Batman!" Pale eyes stared up at him in stunned amazement.

If Bruce was surprised at the sudden change in his companion, the darker part of his soul delighted in the challenge. "The one and only…" He murmured.
For a moment or two, there was only the Bat, The billionaire playboy dissolved, never more than a shadow to hide a shadow. Leaning in, Batman pressed just a little of his armoured weight along the firm body beneath his.
"No." Sandy shivered, resisting.
"You want to be touched." It wasn’t quite a question.
"I don’t! I don’t want…" Confused Sandy licked his lips and stared up at the cowled figure. "Why do you smell like Bruce…?"
Have to head that thought off!
"We’re in his bed," The Bat reminded the puzzled blond gruffly. “You make it look good though." Putting a little more space between them, he sat back and admired the proudly curved biceps with a gloved caress. "Better than he does."
Sandy squirmed. "Don’t talk about Bruce like that!"
"Sssh." Bruce might have to be considerate of human weaknesses, but his alter ego didn’t. Rules were for humans, and the Bat wasn’t human.
But Sandy is… This mustn't hurt him. The thought triggered a dilemma. The armour wasn’t exactly designed for tender intimacy, and while the Bat wanted to take his mate, mixed in with the lust was an equally strong desire to protect. The darkness receded just a little.
When I fuck him, and I will, he has to know for sure that it's ME fucking him… Very subtly he loosed his grip just a fraction. “You’ll get hurt if you try to fight me.”

"No, I won't let you…" Freeing one wrist with a supreme effort, Sandy slapped the invading hand away.
"Frightened?" Batman asked, keeping his voice to the low throaty whisper he used while in the suit, smiling privately to himself.
He's got balls though. Consumed by the strange impulses Batman released the blond, and waited, preparing to take the game to the next level.
"Frightened? Of what?" At that moment, a single ray of moonlight squeezed in through a chink in the curtains. "You?"
"Most people are frightened of something…" The Dark Knight rumbled, amused by the rustle of bedsheets as Sandy edged away a fraction, staring wide-eyed, mouth slightly open in surprise at finding the stark lines of the armoured suit still so unexpectedly close to him.
The fickle moon vanished again, obscured by drifting clouds, plunging the room back into darkness.
"Lots of people are frightened of me. For lots of different reasons." Batman whispered, taking advantage of the sudden lack of light to shift position very subtly. "You don’t seem too scared though." He murmured into the cloaking dark.
"Should I be?" Sandy countered, recovering his composure. "You've got about a minute to get out of here, before Alfred answers the alarm." He added bravely, "I know you're still there. I can hear you breathing."
"Nice try, but we both know that there's no alarm button in here…" But damn, if he isn't convincing… If I didn’t know better, I would probably have believed him. Stretching out, Bruce touched a gloved finger to Sandy's mouth, urging him to silence. "Don’t worry, beautiful." He growled. "I won't harm you."
"No, you won't…" Sandy pulled away, blinking and still trying to peer through what his unaugmented eyes must see as pitch-blackness.
Bruce jumped reflexively. For just a second there had been a sharp sensation on his cheek … damned static shocks! Silk sheets brought their own hazards. The fog in his head cleared at the sudden flush of adrenaline.
What am I doing? I don’t want to hurt Sandy, and I shouldn’t be doing this to him. A game is one thing … but … Appalled at his own behaviour, he drew back.
"I just came to tell you that Bruce is on his way." He said hastily. "He should be here in about an hour. He said not to wait up for him."
Leaving the room in a hurry, Bruce fled to the cave, stripping off the rest of the armour and jumping into a hot shower, although it was some time before he felt clean, even on the outside.
I nearly… He couldn’t say the words, even to himself, but the ideas and the images continued to churn around inside his head. I didn’t, but I so nearly could have...

Walking wearily into the room, Bruce shrugged off his shirt, and tossed his tie and jacket onto the nearby chair, opening one of the curtains just a fraction so that he could see what he was doing without putting the room lights on.
"Bruce?" A soft voice from the bed asked warily.
"Sandy? What are you doing here, Babe?" He's still here! Thank God … I didn’t completely screw up then? But maybe that was only because he didn’t know it was me?
There was a momentary hesitation, followed by a soft sigh.
"Hey, were you waiting up for me?" Bruce asked, into the dimness. Outside the departing moon was lowering toward the sea.
"Yes."
This time when Bruce approached the bed, the blond didn’t pull away. "Sandy, you okay?" Bruce kept his voice to a gentle whisper.
"Fine…" The reply was sleepy, soft, and so inviting.
"Sandy, did you need me for something?"
"I … had a nightmare." Sandy admitted. "I just …"
Just wanted me, and nearly got more of me than you expected…
"Well, I'm here now." Climbing into bed, Bruce slid under the covers only to be almost instantly enveloped in eager blond. "If this is what leaving you for a few hours does, maybe I should go away more often?" He joked, gasping as his neck was thoroughly investigated by a very efficient tongue.
"I'd rather you took me with you…" Sandy murmured, between nipping kisses.
"Hhmm…" Bruce pretended to think about that, although the sensation of hot lips around his earlobe was threatening to short-circuit his higher brain functions. "Maybe I shouldn’t leave you at home, at that, who knows what sort of trouble you could get yourself into?"

"I'm not going to last." Bruce warned, voice hoarse with need. Tugging the bedcovers aside, he let his eyes rake over his prize, from the rapidly beating pulse in the golden neck to the tightly budded nipples, and down, along the shimmering trail of fine hair gilding the flat belly, to the engorged shaft pulsing between the muscular thighs.
Could Sandy really want me like that…? Parting the other man's legs, he slid one fingertip slowly down the inside of Sandy's thigh. The instant that his questing digit met the head of the pulsating cock there was little doubt.
He's so turned on… Collecting the pearly drop on the end of his finger, Bruce brought it to his lips and tasted it.
"Sit up against me." He ordered, settling at the head of the bed and pulling the other man into place against him. "I'm going to make you come."
Sandy gave a short moan of pleasure, and lying back against Bruce's chest he spread his legs obediently.
Seeing the reaction as his fingers closed around the turgid flesh was almost enough to send Bruce over the edge too, but he stubbornly held off.
Going to make sure we both enjoy this to the full…
A few seconds of teasing and Sandy was already so close. On impulse, Bruce guided him gently down onto the mattress and held him there.
"I could do anything to you, couldn’t I?" He whispered, reaching under the writhing blond and pressing the end of one slicked finger lightly against the puckered opening.
"Bruce, please…" Sandy was almost beyond words.
"I love hearing you say my name, but right now I want to hear you scream it as you come," He whispered and bending over Sandy he took the entire length of him into his mouth. At the same time he slid the very tip of his finger inside him.
With a single sob, Sandy arched and obliged.
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