Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2010 21:54:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timothy Brown <theblackcat5679@yahoo.com>
Subject: Frankie and Gotham / Chapter 4: The Truth of The Matter "M/M"
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DC comics characters.
This is a work of fiction. All rights and stuff go to them
except for the characters that I make.
A Little Recap: I had no problem granting his request, and
as I plowed into him one last time, I felt the lightheaded
sensation as the cum shot out of me and into him. His cheeks
tightened as if milking me of all I had. We laid there,
forcing air into our lungs, and finally when we decided to
detach, I heard the slick noise as I slid out of him.
When I stood up, I felt his cum start to leak out of me
and run down my leg. Before I could wipe it up, Bruce lifted
and licked his cum up my thigh and let his tongue enter my
hole.
"Ohh.Bruce you're going to make me cum again, and I
don't I have any left."
"I'm sure you do, but I agree we should clean up and
get some sleep."
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Chapter 4: Truth of The Matter
We both stood up, Bruce with a smile of satisfaction
painted all over his face, but I didn't know how to feel. I
guess that Bruce could see the struggle in me, but didn't
say anything until we were in the shower together. I
followed him around to the other part of the bedroom that I
earlier presumed to be a bathroom, which it turned out to
be.
It had everything you could imagine, tinted lights,
which added a nice yellow brown hue to the room, heated
marble floors, duel sinks, but it was the shower that amazed
me the most. There wasn't a shower curtain, like at my
house, but instead there were glass doors.
After Bruce opened the shower door and let me in, I
heard his footsteps and the door click shut behind him. As
he turned the faucet on, the water was warm, but it soon got
hotter.
"How do you like the water, hot or cold?"
"I really enjoy a hot shower Bruce."
"Me too."
He looked at me and smiled, but I just turned my head
to look at the fogging glass. I felt the water on my back
and soon I felt his hands rubbing my shoulders. I reached up
to pull the tie out of my hair, but his hand caught mine.
"May I."
I nodded, and as he lightly slid the tie out of my
hair, I watched as my black locks fell to a little below my
shoulder. I guess it had gotten longer. I really don't pay
much attention to my hair. It's so much easier to just put
it up, out of my face., but I could never cut it. I felt
him, put his face close to my neck, smelling me.
"You smell like the rain."
"Thank you."
As the water started to fill my hair, I felt the weight
of it tugging on my head. I was lost in thought, listening
the pounding thunder of the water, when Bruce's voice
brought me back to reality.
"Is everything alright?"
"Mmm.yeah."
"I'm not buying it. What's wrong?"
I pondered the thought over,
"Do you think what we did was okay? I mean, I really
wanted to have sex with you, but I feel kind of, I don't
know.sleazy. Like you might think less of me, because I gave
it up so easily."
I watched as Bruce's expression turned sour.
"Is that what you really think of me? I would never
think of you as anything less than what you are, which is
perfection, made just for me."
Wow, I thought to myself. What do you say to that.
"I understand."
"Look Frankie, I really like you, and you now know
something that only one other knows. You know my identity,
and that should be enough to show you how much I care about
you, but if not, then tell me what it will take. I will do
anything I can for you, and or too you. If need be."
I watched as he smirked at the last sentence and I even
managed to smirk as well. I thought it over, what it would
take? I really don't know. So I told him the truth,
"Bruce I don't know. I think its best if I just try not
to think so much. That was the downfall of my last
relationship."
"What happened?"
"I was always busy and when I did get to spend some
time with him, he was always letting his eyes wonder, and
when I would ask him about it. He would get defensive and
say that I was being over protective and ridiculous. It
wasn't until I came home, and he was in bed with another
man, the neighbor actually."
"What did you do?"
"Well after they got dressed I kicked them both out of
my house, and grabbed the mattress and drug it out onto the
lawn. They were in his car watching me. I went and grabbed
the box of our pictures out of the closet, and a bottle of
lighter fluid and a box of matches. I threw the box onto the
mattress and soaked everything as best as I could and lit
one of the matches and set the thing ablaze. The cops were
called a few minutes later, but by the time they got there,
the bed was completely gone, along with all the items on
top. I was charged a fine for lighting materials on fire
that create a poisonous smoke. Now that I think about it,
was it worth the $575 fine, not really, because I had to buy
a new mattress. It wasn't my proudest moment."
I was waiting to see if there was any shifting in his
expression and I was quite shocked, there wasn't. He just
stood there listening to me. Finally after a few seconds he
spoke,
"So there is a little pyro in you? Frankie I want you
to know that you were not being over protective, you were
doing what any partner would do and I want you to know that
I would never hurt you."
"You can't promise that. It will eventually
happen.sooner or later. And I will end up hurting you as
well, but I will try not to."
"Alright, so let me ask you a question. Maybe this will
help. Would you be willing to be my partner or boyfriend,
however you want to phrase it?"
I smiled, thinking about it.
"I think I would like that very much."
I've never seen a smile as wide as his, and I was happy
to be the one to put it there. He looked at me, handed me
some soap, and as I began to wash my body, I felt his hand
start to scrub my back, cleaning away anything that I
couldn't see. It felt nice to have someone washing my back,
and with Bruce's strong hands, it turned out to be a
combination of getting clean and getting a massage.
After he was finished with me, I gladly returned the
favor. I lightly scrubbed his back, paying attention to all
the muscles. I watched as he lifted each arm, so I could
scrub on the side. I believe he was enjoying this as well. I
continued to clean him and reach around cleaning his
shoulders and chest, then down his stomach. I could see he
was standing at half-mast, but he didn't pressure me into
doing anything.
When we finished washing, he turned off the water and
we stepped out to see towels on the counter, but I could
have sworn that they weren't there when we came in. Bruce
handed me a black one, that wrapped around me just fine, and
as he dried himself off, I could help but watch his manhood
swinging away, in all its glory.
"Bruce do you have a brush?"
"Yeah, there should be one, right here."
He pointed to one of the many drawers. And as I opened
it, there was a black wood brush, that was inlaid with gold.
I guess everything here is one of a kind, along with it's
master as well. Bruce heard this from behind, as I started
brushing my hair,
"Thank you. That means a lot."
After I finished, I found my hair tie, wrapped around
Bruce's wrist, like a bracelet. When he realized what I was
looking for, he gladly slid it off his wrist and handed it
to me. After I was dry I realized I didn't have anything
with me to wear, and I hoped that he didn't expect me to
sleep naked, I will do with not bottoms, but I like to be
somewhat covered. I know it's weird.
"Alfred took the liberty of grabbing some clothes from
your house, for you. I hope that's okay."
"Yeah, that's perfect."
To myself I wondered how he got in, but I figure if he
is the lookout for Batman, I'm sure he has his ways, and
when I looked down at the clothes he pick, I realized
something else about Alfred, he had one hell of a sense of
humor. Out of all my shirts, I forgot about the one that my
parents got for me a year before they died. It was a joke at
first, but now I see that it means something else. The black
shirt, was two sizes too big, and the logo was what I find
ominous, the yellow oval, with the vampiric icon of a bat in
the middle. As I slid the shirt on, it went down past my
hips, and when Bruce looked at it, I watched as he took a
second glance at the logo and smiled.
"If only my parents were alive and they found out who
you were. It's kind of interesting, I have this shirt and
now, I'm dating you."
"Who would have known, I was going to date a fan."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Not at all."
"I really became your fan, when you saved my life.
Those thugs still bother me."
"Well they're gone, so no worries. I really like that
shirt on you, it suits you."
"And you.."
As he slid on a pair of silk pajama pants, I watched as
they hugged onto his form, in all the right places. It was
when Bruce turned around and saw me watching that made me
blush from embarrassment.
"I like your ass too. I can't find anything I don't
like about you Frankie. I know that sounds cheese, but I do
believe that you're perfect."
"Well even though I would disagree about being perfect,
thank you. It makes me feel good to know that I matter to
one person at least."
We slid into bed together, and he intertwined his
finders with mine and that's how we fell asleep.
When I awoke, I felt Bruce's hardness pressing against
my backside. Truth of the matter, it felt good, so good in
fact I wiggled against him, so I could see just how hard he
was. I thought he was asleep, but his voice shocked me,
"You shouldn't start something, unless you intend to
finish."
"I thought you were asleep, and I always finish what I
start."
I turned around so that we were facing each other and
when I looked into his eyes, I could see the lust sitting
there, waiting to break out. I laid my leg over his hip and
felt for his girth, and after pulling on the drawstring of
his pants, I reached in, jackpot. I lightly stroked him, and
as he just lay there, he closed his eyes. Soon he followed
by reaching between my legs and stroking me. I didn't have
anything on under my shirt so it was easier for him. We
started breathing fast and finally after a few moments, we
both connected with our spasms, and shot at the same time. I
watched as he lifted his hand from beneath the blankets and
licked my cum off his fingers. I soon followed his example,
pulling my hand out of his cum stained pants, and licked the
salty cream from my wrist and palm.
Bruce wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me into a
passionate kiss. It wasn't until I looked over at the clock
on the wall, realizing that I was going to be late for work.
Bruce smiled,
"Frankie its Saturday. No work for either of us."
"Well I need to run by, I have something for us."
"Okay lets clean up and get dressed and I will drive
you there."
So after a quick shower, I changed into the rest of my
clothes that Alfred grabbed. I pair of khaki shorts with a
burgundy shirt. While I waited for Bruce, I saw Alfred and
wished him a good morning.
"Well good morning Master Frankie. So what are your
plans this morning?"
"Bruce is going to take me by my shop real quick. Do
you want me to bring you something back, perhaps some more
of the apricots?"
"Oh I don't want to trouble you."
"It wont be any trouble at all. Is that what you like,
or do you want something else?"
"If it isn't a trouble, I would enjoy some more of the
apricots. I really do love them. I finished the bowl last
night."
"Okay.no problem."
By this time Bruce walked up behind me and placed his
hand on my back.
"Good morning Alfred."
"Good morning Master Bruce."
Bruce looked at me,
"Are you ready."
"Sure."
"Oh by the way, I found these. I thought you might want
them."
He handed me my keys. I thanked him and with that, we
set off to make a quick run to the chocolate shop. There was
something that I knew Bruce and I would enjoy. They were my
special brand of almonds, dipped in a mixture of powdered
dark chocolate with ginseng and saffron. Being that these
three ingredients are aphrodisiacs, they are a really sweet
treat for the significant other, but have certain
interesting affects.
As we pulled up to the shop I told Bruce he can come in
with me, and that we will go through the back. So he turned
off the ignition and we stepped out into the cold of the
morning and walked to the back of the shop. After we got in,
I turned on the heater, just for a few minutes. I grabbed a
large bag and filled it up with Alfred's apricots. I sealed
it with a ribbon and then went to the glass display by the
cash register and pulled out the large bowl of my special
almonds. I turned to Bruce,
"Here take a few, tell me what you think."
I watched as he started chewing, claiming that they
were a little strong, but fantastic nonetheless. I was
surprised actually how fast they worked, it was only a few
minutes later that we were in the back, Bruce came up to me,
grabbing onto my hips.
"What were on those almonds?"
"There my special kind, they have a mix of three
aphrodisiacs. Do you like them?"
"Oh I want more, but I want you as well."
We turned so that we were out of view, through the
front door and went towards my little office, he had his
hands all over me. I grabbed a few of the almonds and chewed
a few. It took a little longer for them to kick in, and as I
was waiting, I turned on my little radio, listening to,
Don't Let Go, by En Vogue. It was a great song to make love
to.
Bruce and I started to sway back and forth, me grinding
against his crotch, and after I turned to face him, we
started to kiss, listening to the music,
"there'll be some love making, heart breaking, soul shaken,
loooovve"
"Love makin, heart breakin, soul shaken."
I could feel his tongue, tasting the chocolate on his
lips, making me feel wet all over. I started to get the
chill, even though it was warm. I led him to the office, and
I moved all the contents on the desk, and laid on top of it.
He stood between my legs, moving to the rhythm. He undid his
belt and let his pants drop to the floor, and pulled my
shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. I watched as
he slid his boxers down to his ankles, meeting with his
pants.
Without lube, it took a little more time, but finally
Bruce was all the way in me. I felt like I was a wine
bottle, being corked. I started moaning and as the song came
to an end, it replayed adding more sensuality to the moment.
We started moving together in one cohesive motion,
"Frankie, I don't know if it's those almonds, or what,
but have an urge for you, that I have never had for anyone
else."
"Thank you."
He pumped me and after a few minutes, I heard him
whisper, I'm gonna cum. I told him to pull out, and when he
did, I slid off the table and took him into my mouth, and
finished him off. It took only a few passes and I felt him
tense and then blow. My mouth was full of cum, and as I
started to swallow some of it, Bruce planted his lips on my,
so that we were both sharing that taste of his cum.
"Tastes sweet."
We started getting dressed, and when Bruce looked in my
direction, watching slide up my shorts, he whispered into my
ear,
"I want to buy all of those almonds from you. Every
last one."
"Hahaha.I take it you like them."
"Like is an understatement."
So I bagged up the bowl and as we headed out, I turned
to Bruce,
"Instead of paying me for the almonds, take me to my
house so I can pick up a duffle bag with some more clothes,
and then maybe we can try out my bed."
I watched his naughty smirk, and that was all I need to
say, and he was running to open the door for me.
To Be Continued..
Thanks again for reading.
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