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i'm cooking the veggies and valuing myself! ([personal profile] themeletor) wrote2005-11-23 02:39 am
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banana banana banana banana terra cotta / banana terra cotta terra cotta pie

...there are some times when I second-guess my habit of typing the first song line I hear as I start the update for my entry title...

anyway. we love SOAD, yes we do.

SO. good things:

~Vivs sent me the .zip of Hypnotize, System Of A Down's new album. much love. see? see how much love? I don't think it's quite as outstanding as Mezmerize, which I adore, but it's very, very good.

~iconned; made two icons of the Cranky Old Ninja. I do still have to make the "Sith Lord" one, but I don't want to tonight. so when that one's done they'll all go up for grabs.

not so good things:

~did you know the store-where-I-don't-have-to-use-real-money closed at 5 today? yeah neither did I. gonna have to steal bagels at breakfast and lunch, and stockpile them. YAY.

~I don't know if the mail desk is open tomorrow. I hope hope hope it is, reallyreally. but... GAH. DAMMIT, THANKSGIVING, WHY DON'T YOU PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE? I bite my thumb at you.

neutral things having to do with crack:

Title: not Champagne (oh come on. I'm not putting real effort into picking a title!)
Canon, Plot, Sense: yeah, right
Length: damned sight longer than I thought it was gonna be
Mature for adult m/m sexual content
direct continuation of "Champagne Taste"; same cracked-up timeline as that and "Champagne"


[livejournal.com profile] shrieking_ell gets AT LEAST half the blame.



Dick started swearing to himself as he left the auditorium and got on his bike, and didn't stop until he arrived at the Manor and heard Bruce's familiar "Not under this roof."

Some things never change. He put up his helmet and ducked into the 'cave proper, ruffling his hair back into shape with one hand. "Bruce."

The man who was Batman didn't even glance over from where he sat at the computer, watching nothing on the screen and forgetting to type. Dick shifted on his feet and started to reach up to palm the back of his neck, then clenched his fist before he got that far and let it drop back down to his side. "Bruce, listen, I'm—"

"an adult now and you can make your own choices."

"Um. Yeah." This time Dick's hand did go behind his neck and he ducked his head a little. "Basically."

Bruce spun around on the swivel chair and looked at Dick. "I know." He turned back to the computer. "That wasn't the point."

A half-second's pause for Dick to contemplate the hair hanging into his eyes. He'd have to get it trimmed, soon. "Well, then, what was?" He toed off his boots and perched on the computer console, forcing his way into Bruce's line of sight. A spark leapt in his eyes and across his lips, and he dipped his head to find Bruce's gaze. "You're jealous, aren't you?" Dick tried to hide a smile, almost laughed because it was such a novel idea. Bruce, jealous and sulky… but at the same time, it made a whole lot of sense. And it was… kinda cute. Which was kinda scary. Dick planted the sole of one stocking-foot against the console's front panel and put the other foot up onto his knee. He leaned forward, barely grinning, with his chin in his palm.

"So, who were you more jealous of? Him, or me?"

Dick barely had time to crack a self-satisfied grin before Bruce growled sharply and hauled him into his lap. He kept talking, settling comfortably into his new seat. "You know, he has a pair of Armanis almost exactly like yours."

"Dick, shut up."

Dick shook his head and smiled. "You know what you gotta do, if that's what you want." He lifted his face a little and leaned in, expecting.

Not expecting Bruce to stand up and dump him on the floor.

"Ow! D -- arn it, what was that for?"

Bruce smirked. "To get you on the floor."

"Ugh." Dick collapsed back onto the cave floor and sighed heavily for a moment, then scrambled up to something between sitting and kneeling. "You're really scary and weird when you're in a good mood. You know that?"

"I've been told." Bruce kept on with the sharp little smirk.

It was just the kind Dick wanted to lick off his face, but the look in Bruce's eyes kept him from actually standing up. Instead, he talked. "You know, I have an idea."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, just the slightest bit. Do you really? it said, and Is it the same one as mine?

Probably.

Dick sat back on his heels and put his hands on his knees. "Well…" He looked Bruce over, slowly, top to toe. And in between. "You see, here's the thing. You got to hear the whole show, but that's not a fair representation."

"It's not?" Bruce's voice was level – he delivered a line, not a question.

Dick knelt up and beckoned Bruce over to him. "No, it's not." He was unbuttoning Bruce's pants before the man had stopped walking. "This may just be my inner circus-brat talking, but I think, for the price of admission, you should get a full performance."

Bruce's best answer to that was a low, heavy groan and Dick smirked because Bruce was just about biting his lip. He licked quickly and caught Bruce's hips in his hands, and he thought – if the man was going to eavesdrop on private exchanges… well, he was just going to have to learn what it was to make noise. The reasoning didn't exactly work, but Dick didn't exactly care.

He licked and kissed hastily, like a swarm of … wet butterflies … until Bruce's hand hit his head. And stayed there.

Hard.

Bruce growled, and Dick really liked that sound. He opened his mouth and put his lips over his teeth and around Bruce's cock, just the head, just enough to breathe on it, and when Bruce made a fist in his hair Dick went down.

Oh God Yes.

He didn't know what Bruce was saying but it was good and it was hot and it was probably right. Perfectly accurate, because that's just how Bruce was.

Of course, he could tell Dick his hair was blond and Dick would go dye it just to make that the truth.

Not all the time. Sometimes. Times like these, for example.

Bruce's voice was all thick and it heated Dick's ears. He waited for Bruce to start fucking his mouth, but it wasn't happening even when Dick dug his fingers in around Bruce's hips and pulled. Urged. He looked up.

"Hey, big guy, you're making me do all the work here."

Smug bastard just hummed and smiled warmly down at him. "I thought you said I deserved a full performance."

Dick blinked. "Well, yeah, but…--" He sighed noisily and rolled his head on his shoulders. "Fine. But you owe me."

Bruce's "I know" became a long, loud moan as Dick went back down and swallowed him whole. Might as well not waste time – and he'd already given a pretty good show, as it was. Dick played tricks with his tongue where he could fit them in and kept slide-swallowing down and up to a rhythm that wasn't quite steady.

Dick had found Bruce was less vocal when given the chance to determine a pattern and therefore to expect things. Dick provided the unexpected, and he firmly believed it was something Bruce needed, in all parts of life.

For example – if Dick had decided to stick with some predetermined rhythm (the certain up- and down- and tight- and back again that Bruce used on him and that always drove him the best kinds of crazy) Bruce wouldn't have kept moaning -- groaning -- like that, in a wavering crescendo with pauses to inhale. Or, really, just to gasp. He wouldn't have just, kind of, twitched, like that, a few random times so Dick knew he was close. And he would have had the presence of mind to make sure he was well and deep down in Dick's throat before murmuring right before and shouting out right when he came. But Dick liked the fact that he couldn't swallow it all, that he had to taste it all over his tongue and catch a bit on his wrist as it slipped down his chin.

And he knew it was all done exactly to form – if not better, way better – when Bruce caught a hold of that wrist and pulled Dick up by it and licked -- kissed -- the wet skin.

Dick slid his hand from Bruce's mouth to the back of his head, and pulled him in – down a little – to kiss messily and long. When Dick pulled away, he was grinning and panting, and flushed. And really, really, impatiently hard, which he pressed against Bruce's thigh to make sure that he realized it. "So… do I get an encore?"

"Maybe later," Bruce told him, with an indulgent smile and an amiably arch tone of voice. It was the exact same thing in the exact same way that he'd said it to Dick back before he was ready for action as Robin. And trust Bruce to – in a moment, two words, and a thumb on Dick's cheek – exceed all previously recorded amounts of fuckedupitude without exerting practically any effort.

However, Dick – and Dick's dick – refused to believe he was serious. At least, not until he said, 'I'm sorry,' but the actual words were, "It's time for patrol."

"God damn it, you bastard!"

And Dick knew Bruce really was sorry, because he didn't even give Dick a Look for that outburst. He just kissed his ear wetly (which didn't help the erection) and said, "I'll make it worth the wait."

"Yeah, you'd better," Dick grumbled as he started to change. His one consolation was that hard as the shorts were to pull on right then, they were going to be even harder for Bruce to ignore as Dick did his acrobatic thing around town.

*****

They'd barely returned to the Batmobile before Dick was all over Bruce and kissing himself stupid with Bruce's mouth. "Is it just me," he murmured between quick clinging, lip-dragging kisses, "Or was that the longest patrol, like, ever?" He smiled into a set of moving cracked lips and licked the roof of Bruce's mouth when he felt a pair of punch-warm, fight-weary palms on his ass.

"It's not just you," Bruce rumbled quietly, and that basically said everything and Dick just pressed himself into every part of Bruce he could reach and tried to, like, eat the man's mouth. And then chin. And then part of his jaw… Dick grabbed the cowl by an ear and tugged it off. Much better. Not that the whole Batman thing wasn't totally hot, but… there was more available skin this way. And that was incredibly important.

He swiped his tongue over Bruce's cheekbone and the scrape on it where the cowl'd dug in during a fight; tasted salt and sharp metalness, blood-sweat-and-dirt, the grit of the city and the gasp/hiss Bruce almost didn't let out. Thumbs dug into Dick's hips and he rocked them down hard, moaning into the warm scratch of Bruce's 3:00-in-the-morning shadow.

"Seriously… we've got to just… get this off…" Dick knew how to get rid of the Batsuit; he'd done it. A lot. But right then he could hardly see through his lust, so he just sort of pushed at the suit in various places until Bruce scooted back a little and started taking it off.

He hadn't expected them to get all the way naked in the car, but it was looking more and more like that was what Bruce was doing, and Dick was more than ecstatic to go along. The Batsuit and the Robin suit made a pile on the passenger's seat, and Dick just hoped somewhere in the back of his mind that he wasn't going to mess up the console controls while sitting on Bruce on the driver's side.

He didn't actually have to worry about that for long, because in a big swooping Bat-thing Bruce had moved them around so Dick was face-away in the seat and his legs stretched gymnastically over the sides and he could smell Bruce in the leather of the headrest (it was totally insane that the car had a leather interior, but made a stupid sort of sense and Dick was really appreciating it right now anyway). Bruce licked and suck-kissed and bit his neck, and a spot right behind his ear, and his hands roamed over Dick's back like they were searching for something. He was certain they wouldn't stop even if they found it. Dick panted and the upholstery in his face made it even hotter and wetter and harder to breathe back in, so he turned his head to the side, pressed his cheek against the big sticky spot. He felt his neck twist and slide under Bruce's mouth, and it made him grind his hips into the seat.

"God, Bruce, fuck me."

Bruce's tattered groan of agreement rattled down through Dick's spine, and Dick would have spread his legs for that but he was already doing the splits against the back of the chair. So he rode down into the leather – or maybe it was high-tech synthetic something or something, but it felt a hell of a lot like leather and had he somehow not noticed that until now? – and as he gasped and breathed shallowly he let his mouth hang open so he could drink in as much of Bruce as was there that had bled into Batman's driver's seat. He dragged the side of his lips slickly over the headrest, and it must have looked like he was nuzzling the chair. And Bruce must have really liked that look, because he hit a lever – the seat could recline? – and pressed Dick down with his weight. Dick could feel every breath, every shoulder-shaking heartbeat. He could feel Bruce hard and hot and just so slick against him, and he bit his lip and groaned really low and loud.

Bruce started rocking his hips into Dick, rocking Dick's body into the seat, and Dick just turned into jelly and let Bruce make him move. He could hardly breathe, he was practically crushed, and he didn't want that to stop any time soon. He turned his head back a little more, and reached up for Bruce's face, and they kissed until Dick's tongue wasn't sure whose mouth it belonged in. Bruce licked at Dick's lips and got a finger inside him, and Dick's eyes rolled and he almost bit onto that tongue.

None of that slow and methodical bullshit that Bruce liked to play with when he wanted to see Dick go crazy. Thank god. Dick pushed himself back onto two fingers, and Bruce bit him, and Dick shouted in this high, sharp, desperate way and oh god he just came right there. It was awful.

Awful in that very specific way where he'd just come screaming in the Batmobile with Bruce plastering him to the seat and fucking him that completely with just his fingers. And then taking his fingers out and using his cock and wow Dick was totally ready to go with that. He couldn't see, or maybe his eyes were still closed, but he was all set to start biting the headrest and moaning and pushing back hard onto Bruce.

And Bruce still wasn't doing the steady-and-even thing, and knowing that with Bruce it was a conscious decision made Dick growl hungrily and grope behind him for some part of the man. Anything, really; a shoulder, an arm, a spot on his back; Dick's hand found the side of Bruce's ass right where it turned into his thigh, and was happy. He mapped out behind his eyelids the way those muscles slid and moved, based on previous imagery and what he could feel against his palm.

Bruce shifted his angle just the tiniest bit, and Dick's breath caught in his throat and his short fingernails dug into Bruce's thigh. Next thing he knew both hands were clawing at the back of the seat and Bruce's hands were pressing Dick's shoulders into the chair, and Dick tossed his head back and forth even though it would probably strain his neck and came again onto the same slick patch on the chair. Bruce did his murmuring thing and came, too, and just kind of stayed there on top of Dick for a while. Which Dick didn't mind in the slightest.

"Oh… that was so worth the wait," Dick said, and Bruce just smiled on his shoulder.

It worked.

*****

Dick was wandering around the manor in his pajama pants rather than sleeping when he spotted the bottle of Cristal and the envelope with his name on it. Knew exactly who'd sent it. He left the bottle for Alfred to handle and took the envelope into the study, where he knew Bruce would be because he was Bruce and he never actually slept unless he was unconscious.

"Hey, Lex sent me something," Dick said as he stood in front of Bruce's armchair. "A bottle of champagne, and…" He opened the envelope to see what was adding weight. "And two basketball tickets. And darnit, stop smirking. I know what you're doing it for, so stop. It's gonna give me nightmares when I finally do get to sleep."

"I just think you got what you deserved for that—"

"Awful pun, yeah." Dick waved a ticket above Bruce's nose. "Wanna come with? The note says I can bring someone along."

"No."

Dick shrugged. "All right, your loss. I know you're a big Knights fan."

"Mmhm. Go to bed, Dick."

"Right away."

Dick sank down into the opposite armchair and mused over the tickets, note, and envelope. And the sender, of course. This could get interesting.

*****


there will be another SMALL piece, direct companion to Ell's one, but I haven't written it yet.


THAT IS ALL!
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[personal profile] order_of_chaos 2005-11-23 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*tries to remember how to breathe*
I think that just about sums it up. Oh, and I ADORE Bruce.

[identity profile] meletor-et-al.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
hee. I tried to use a little more of the actually fun Bruce, the TAS one. because... pfeff. the other one is much harder to porn, in short.

[identity profile] ima-pseudonym.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
I think I might just be a fan of Dick, now... um.. No puns intended?

Very amusing story, this. And just to shamelessly quote a line back to you...

"But Dick liked the fact that he couldn't swallow it all, that he had to taste it all over his tongue and catch a bit on his wrist as it slipped down his chin."

Guh! Okay so I have a thing with that.. and the imagery and... *has problems* But that was hot.. And then you followed it with actual sex! ...In the batmobile! So there was nothing not to love about this fic.

Oh, I also liked Dick's "Right away." before just sitting down. Cute. ^_^

[identity profile] meletor-et-al.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
YAY DICK! we embrace the puns. My Fandom's Middle FIRST Name Is Sexual Innuendo. indeed.

hehee! glad you liked that. and I was dreadfully afraid that the Batmobile sex was going to be basically a lift of [livejournal.com profile] xzombiexkittenx's Batmobile sex... but then yeah the two of them fixed that. WOOHOO!

also yes. my batboys bring all the snark to the yard. *g*

[identity profile] shrieking-ell.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
The mail room better damn well be open today. You've got one Thanksgiving box out for delivery, another that ought to be there by now (i was too cheap to pay the extra $0.40 to find out) and a third lost in the ether somewhere. But yes. Go check your mail.
*hugs*

[identity profile] shrieking-ell.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
And hey! I thought Sith Lord would me mine...all mine...ha..ha...ha...!

[identity profile] meletor-et-al.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
ok.

I'm still not formally posting the other two until I have it done, though.

[identity profile] meletor-et-al.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
nope. it ain't. but you knew that.

[identity profile] phurie-dae.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Holy FUCK! *Collapses* That was beyond hot, woman! Sex in the Batmobile...*dead, dead, and DEAD SOME MORE*

(You rock)

[identity profile] meletor-et-al.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
yay for crack. and porn. and the Batmobile.

glad you liked!

[identity profile] justaredherring.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
and tried to, like, eat the man's mouth.

*snicker*

or maybe it was high-tech synthetic something or something, but it felt a hell of a lot like leather and had he somehow not noticed that until now?

I love those little snippets of Dick's mind totally getting distracted by silly little things like what the seats in the Batmobile can do. xD

Hee.

[identity profile] meletor-et-al.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
aaaand, I actually DON'T have to use the notification-eating Frank icon on this one!!

hee, thank you. Dick is so ADHD. and we LOVE HIM for it.

[identity profile] justaredherring.livejournal.com 2005-11-23 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Hahaha. I'll be glad when the notifications are back to normal.

[identity profile] tiggothy.livejournal.com 2005-11-27 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
LOVE. Serious love for this.

Yes, I know, I'm way late. You know why. I'm just late for everything at the moment.

But love. Truly. For all the reasons mentioned above, and for Bruce-snark. Because he's just the best :-)