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A Part of the Plan	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Part of the Plan
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Dinner with Gotham’s socialites isn’t something Dick much enjoys. Bruce forced him into a suit and pulled the acrobat kicking and screaming into the passenger seat of the Porsche before they were ripping down the road towards *Bruce’s* annoying social engagement.

He’s staring daggers at the man and no one else at the table seems to notice.

The worst part about the evening is the young blonde sitting across from him, the blonde that keeps *trying* to start a conversation with him. Bruce puts an end to it every time, bringing up things like he’s oh so forgetful. Dick can’t help but grin at the edges of his mouth.

After forty-five minutes of the absolutely boring company, fake laughter and smiles from the duo, Bruce gets up and quickly excuses himself with a dumb lie about checking on Tim (like the kid needs it).

“Need to make sure he finished his homework. You know kids these days with their video games.”

He gives a little, secret wink at Dick before he’s gone across the restaurant floor. The acrobat watches his every move, turning back to the table with a smile. None of the people really seem to care, the blonde has her full attention on Dick for two minutes until he can’t take it anymore and follows after Bruce with a bow of his head.

Bruce is somewhere, somewhere away from all the noise of the other stockholders and heirs eating and chatting. He steps casually down the back corridor Bruce went through, following the white hallway, turns and twists until he finds Bruce leaning against one of the walls, giving off one of those secret smiles no one knows except Dick.

“I was wondering where you went.” Dick’s grinning wide, finding his way into the man’s arms.

“I couldn’t stand those people anymore.” He lays one small kiss against the aerialist’s lips, “That blonde.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she was looking at my ass when I left.” Bruce gives off a snarl that sends Dick into an almost quiet laughing fit. It isn’t another second before he’s being pushed against the wall, Bruce’s thigh forced between his legs.

“Maybe Batman will have to pay her a visit.”

“I don’t think she’s worth his time.” Dick’s eyes glisten in the fluorescents, he pulls the man close by the lapels of his suit and takes another kiss. Bruce’s lips are wet, tongue moving graciously, licking around and around until the acrobat’s encircling the man’s waist with one lean leg. He can feel Bruce’s hardened member against his abs and all he can think about is the heat, how much he wants them both naked.

“*Bruce*,” he’s pleading, the stark white of the hallway makes him feel so vulnerable with their dark suits and though he trusts Bruce more then anyone, the part of his mind that’s still fully functional is telling him someone might walk by and discover the undisclosed lovers.

He’s not wholly aware of Bruce moving him into an empty bathroom, pushing the acrobat into the end stall. He whines again when the man locks the door and he’s silenced just as fast with Bruce’s hot mouth working against the skin of his neck.

Dick’s scrambling for purchase, he wraps himself up around Bruce again. He smiles and pulls at the man’s tie. His fingers feel like he can’t even control them anymore, like they’re numb and he can’t even take off Bruce’s tie. Bruce swats his hands away, instead taking off the clothes blocking the way to Dick’s skin. He almost rips the buttons off the aerialist’s white dress shirt, crumpling the sleeves of the suit jacket along the way. Dick is whining low and quiet in Bruce’s ear, “Not…fast enough.” and the man replies by ripping the acrobat’s pants and underwear off, revealing the blush of his ass.

Dick would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a rush at the moment. Bruce is lubing up his fingers with a small bottle of jelly he brought along, probably had the whole thing planned out, must have. Dick really doesn’t care much, they could be on the lawn of the White House and he would still want Bruce to go ahead and fuck him senseless.

“God, *yes*--,” Bruce pushes one slick finger in, mouth assaulting the aerialist’s. Dick wraps a hand around the man’s neck, shoves the other through his (used to be) perfect hair and moans into his lover’s mouth. Bruce works in and out fast, tongue licking its way around Dick’s mouth as he shoves a second digit into the younger man’s ass.

A groan shakes through Dick’s mouth when Bruce lets go, rumbling through the empty bathroom. He sees Bruce give him a chastising look, a look Dick shakes off as he bites his bottom lip. Bruce is finally pushing a third finger in, getting to the good part and Dick really doesn’t want him to stop.

He’s demoralized, full of craving and it’s all Bruce’s fault, busy shoving in, stroking Dick’s prostate on the way out, and starting right up again. “Damnit--*Bruce*--,” He wants to scream and shove Bruce down onto the impeccable toilet and just go his own pace instead of suffering through the *plan*. Quick fucks should be fast and he knows Bruce can go faster.

Finally, *finally*, the man’s removing his fingers and unzipping his pants, freeing his impressive erection. Dick can already feel pre-come pulsing out with an exhilarating feeling in his head. Finally he doesn’t have to tell Bruce to hurry up because he’s already rolling the condom on and lubing himself up before he’s centering himself, seconds away from making all Dick’s dreams come true--

Bruce is placing a finger over his lips, the door to the bathroom is opening and someone is stepping inside. Dick really wants to bang his head against the wall but that would only get them caught and would mean missing out on having Bruce like this. Besides, Bruce is grinning, slight, at the edges of his mouth right before he kisses Dick breathless and gentle, not like all the times this day, this evening. Where he’s not helping to hold the acrobat up, he’s stroking softly, light touches of his fingers across the young man’s scarred skin and Dick just lets it happens because it’s the best feeling since diving off a building and flying in the night.

He mouths Dick’s name and lays a kiss on each eyelid, on his nose and the tender skin right under his eyes where a blue domino shrouds every night. Dick can’t help but feel a little bit lighter even though their unknowing companion is whistling some song Dick’s never heard while he goes at his business. Still, it doesn’t take away from them, from Bruce and everything he is.

Dick smiles as he wraps his legs tighter around Bruce’s waist, the man’s name rolling off his tongue, just below a whisper. He mouths, “do it,” and Bruce is pushing in slow, smoothly, as Dick bites his tongue and rests his head on his lover’s shoulder, trying harder then ever not to just scream out and claw the man’s skin.

There’s an almost silent grunt from Bruce, something low and wild caged up. The stranger’s song is covered up with the sound of Dick’s heart, Bruce’s quick almost quiet breaths and the throb of his cock deep inside the acrobat. Dick takes a second to lick his lips right before he kisses his way up to Bruce’s ear, darting inside quickly, teasing until the man lets go one stray, hard thrust in.

“Mmph,” he bites his bottom lip, almost hard enough to bleed. Bruce notices and makes a little Batman grin, pushing in a steady pace. Just as the stranger’s urinal flushes, Bruce wraps his hand around Dick’s erection and squeezes until the bathroom is empty again.

“*Fuck*, Bruce…”

“You’re so good at this.” The man smiles and strokes Dick twice and that’s enough to make the aerialist shiver all the way up his spine. Bruce has this all down *so* well. Dick would probably punch him if this wasn’t one of the greatest moments in his life (stack it up there with the rest of their sexual escapades).

“You’re good at being…a…*tease*--fuck me faster…”

“As you wish, pretty bird.”

Still calling him *that*, still--pushing in steady, hard and fast, showing Dick that Batman won’t be over the hill for another fifteen years. At *least*. He feels like the man’s dick is in his throat, and you would think that would mean pushing all the noise Dick could be making out. But the aerialist is breathless, holding onto Bruce like he’s holding onto his dear fucking life.

“*Nnm*,” and Dick’s pretty sure he’s never made that sound before, but his brain--isn’t working anymore. He’s just feeling the force of Bruce fucking him, *Batman* fucking him, Armani or not. Hard. Swift.

Too fucking good.

He throws his head back, takes it like he always has and god, he wants more. Always because this is too wonderful to experience just once tonight. His pre-cum is…on both his and Bruce’s shirts. Bruce just pumps him faster, not as fast as his thrusts in. Dick’s really doesn’t want a sore penis as much as he just wants Bruce to keep pounding in.

*Fuck*. Now would be a good time to scream if he could because this is pretty much the best orgasm, no, *hardest* orgasm he has experienced in a long time. His hand is around the tip, holding, making sure he doesn’t make too much of a mess. But, he wants to bite Bruce’s neck, hold on with his teeth and feel completely the man riding him through orgasm.

“*Dick*…god, you’re…tight.” He’s clenching, still clenching and that must feel *amazing* around Bruce. Dick gasps and takes everything, clutches himself a little tighter and lets of a moan.

That stirs something in Bruce, more ragged thrusts in like his control is being drained with every sound from the acrobat’s throat. Like--shaking, once and closing his eyes. Kissing Dick and coming in the condom.

“*Damn*,” the younger man whispers, moving his sticky hand a bit over Bruce’s that’s grasping the base of his penis pretty securely. Bruce lets out a little breathy laugh and rests his head against Dick’s shoulder.

“I agree.”

“Mmm, just…I wonder what our guests are thinking?”

“That Tim really *did* need help with his homework.”

“Ugh,” Dick shifts a bit, feeling Bruce still inside him, flaccid. “Umm, slowly, please?”

Bruce smirks and lets go of the other man’s penis, grabs his thighs and pulls his way out, slow enough that Dick doesn’t make a sound. *And* doesn’t drop him on the floor. “Can…uh…”

“First off,” Bruce says between smiling lips, “can you stand?”

“I…would hope so. It wouldn’t look too hetero if you had to carry me out of here.” Sure enough, his legs work, but Bruce holds onto him anyways. Kisses his cheek, down to his lips. “Mmph…*Bruce*--” Tongue straying into his mouth and he clutches the man’s suit.

“Can we…,” licks his lips, then Bruce’s, “could we possibly do this again?”

“Have sex? We alwa--”

“In a public place, I mean. You were so amazingly…*sexy*. And this is probably the horniest I’ve ever seen you…besides that time with the pollen, of course.” The older man nods and Dick laughs quietly.

“If that’s what you want…I’ll see what I can do.”

“I didn’t get any cum on my--”

“You look fine.”

They tidy themselves up, flush the evidence and wash their hands. Bruce looks pristine, Dick looks…well, not like he just got fucked hard in a bathroom stall. The others won’t notice. Nothing will seem amiss; they’ve lied enough times that the stories come easy.

“One more kiss?”

“Only if you don’t ruin our cover.”

“I promise, you sneaky man.”
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