Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick
Genres: Challenge, Drama
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
General Summary: Enemies of The Prince of Gotham and his Royal Consort storm the Castle!
Chapter Summary: As the Prince and his Royal Consort raise the drawbridge, they enjoy their time in the Royal Bedchamber. ;)
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Date Of Completion: February 5, 2009
Date Of Posting: March 21, 2009
Word Count: 394
Author’s Note: This story fits my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Tabloids Challenge.
The entire series can be found here.
A MAN’S HOME IS HIS CASTLE
“Hey, you’re home early.” Dick looked up from the bed where he had scattered textbook and papers, his laptop beside him.
“It’s snowing pretty hard. I didn’t want to get stuck in the city.” Bruce began removing his cufflinks.
“Come on, Bruce, it’s me.”
Bruce smiled as he carefully placed his father’s cufflinks in his jewelry box. “I can’t come home to my beautiful young man without something wrong?”
Dick grinned. “Hey, I’m not complaining.” He leaned back against the headboard. “I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”
Bruce smiled softly. “Can’t get anything past you, can I?”
Bruce laughed. He quickly undressed. “Meet you in the shower.”
Dick hastily gathered his book and papers together and stuck them in the hollowed section of the nightstand, placing the laptop on a chair.
He stripped in record time, entering the steamy bathroom. Sliding the shower door open, he grinned and stepped inside.
“Mmm.” Dick shut the door and kissed Bruce’s shoulder. Bruce purred and rolled his shoulder back, Dick laughing and slipping his arms around his lover’s waist.
Water cascaded over their bodies, Dick’s cock poking at Bruce’s buttocks, rubbing up-and-down as Bruce moaned.
“Oh, yeah.” Dick jutted his hips forward, pushing Bruce up against the tiles. He nibbled kisses along the back of Bruce’s neck, his excitement growing as he slowly ground against Bruce. “Mmm, so good. Yeah, I love you so much, Bruce.” He grasped the older man’s hips.
“Yesss,” Bruce breathed.
Delicious, hot, wet, cool water splashing over bare skin, seed spilling out to run down strong thighs.
Dick fell against Bruce with a happy sigh.
“You’re so quiet.” Dick kissed Bruce’s shoulder as the fire crackled in the fireplace, snow falling outside the window. They were curled up under the blankets, pleasantly sated. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Bruce gently pushed stray hair out of Dick’s eyes. “I don’t like the slurs against you.”
“Ah.” Dick sighed. “I’m not happy about them, either.” He took Bruce’s hand and kissed the palm. “But you and I are invincible together, Bruce. That I know.”
“No patrol tonight?”
“No patrol.” Bruce’s eyes sparkled. “We’re raising the drawbridge tonight.”
Dick laughed as Bruce drew him close, throwing the blankets up over their heads.