Title: It
Must Be Love
Author:
Chelle
Email: nursemichellec@yahoo.ca
Rating: PG13
Challenge: Position
Notes: Cute (I hope), funny (I
really hope) straight dialogue story. My
first of its kind. Beta by dina,
mistakes are mine. Feedback?
Always.
Summary: Lex is stoned and tells a
story. Bruce tries to make it
better in the end.
Riiiiing!
Riiiiing!
“Wayne.”
“Bruce?”
“…Yes?”
“Bruuuuce!”
“Lex?”
“Yes,
Lex!”
“Lex,
are you drunk?”
“Drunk?
Me? Phbbbt!
No Bruce, I haven’t had a drop in ooohhh, about 2 days.
I’m not drunk!”
“Good,
the last time you called me drunk you tried to sell me L-"
“Nope,
not drunk but really REALLY stoned.”
“Lex!
What are you thinking?”
“I’m
thinking that I’m in a whole lot of pain, they have a whole lot of drugs, and
I’m gonna take them.”
“Wait
a moment. ‘A whole lot of
pain’? What happened, did you
crash your car again?”
“Hee
hee! Naaaah, nothing like THAT,
Bruuuuuce.” Whirr.
“What’s
that noise, Lex?”
“My
bed. It moves, you know.
It has these buttons, and when you push one, the head goes up, and when
you push another, the feet go up. And
when you push the red one, a nurse shows up!
And did I mention I’m in traction?”
“That’s
fascinating, Lex. So, am I ever
going to find out why you are in the hospital, on a whole lot of drugs?”
“Suuuuure,
you are, that’s why I called you!”
“…..”
“…..”
“Lex,
are you still there? Are you still
conscious?” * soft laughter *
“Shhh!
I’m listening!”
“Listening
to what?”
“Listening
to make sure no one is * listening *, Bruce.
Jeeez!”
“Oooo-kay
then. So, what happened?”
"We
had sex.”
“I’m
sorry?”
“I
saaaiiid, WE HAD SEX! We had sex,
we fucked like monkeys, did the deed, bumped uglies, knocked boots.
We had sex!”
“Ow!
Jesus, Lex that was my fucking ear!
And yes, I know we had sex, but that was a long time ago.”
“Not
US, silly. WE had sex.
Me and Clark. Clark and I. Me
and Clark? No, Clark and I.”
“Ok,
now that the grammar lesson is over, how about we back up the truck a little
bit. You and Clark had sex?
Like full-out-fucking-sex? Or
necking-on-the-couch-a-little-oral sex?”
“Oh
no, my fried….I mean friend. We
fucked. I was the ever so willing
fuckee, too. The boy has a
beautiful cock.” * tuneless
humming*
“Please
don’t call him a boy. It makes
you sound like a pedophile, Lex. Wait,
wait, wait. Is this that farmboy
you’ve been swooning over for two years?
PLEASE tell me he’s legal.”
“Hmmmm?
Oh no, he’s legal alright. Well,
as legal as it gets in Kansas. Hehehe.
Turned 18 yesterday. We
fucked last night.”
“Ok,
I know you’re dying to tell me. Spill
it.”
“Ok,
ok, good! Oh Bruce, he has these
lips….they were made to suck cock. But you can’t have him suck yours,
because then I would have to kill you, and I love you, so I don’t want to have
to kill you, Bruce.”
“I
don’t want your boyfriend to suck my cock, Lex, I have Dick for that.”
“Dick for your cock…..bwaaaaah!”
“NOT
funny, Lex.”
“Nope.
Fucking hilarious!”
“Ha.
Ha. Ha.
Either finish, or I’m hanging up.”
*
snickering* “Ok, ok.
Sheesh you’re cranky when I’m stoned.
Want some of my drugs? No
wait, I don’t wanna share THESE, either.
Anyhoo. You remember when I
told you about him before? When I
was inveshti- unvestika-
looking into his…gifts?”
“Yes.”
“Ok.
Well! Turns out he’s
strong. Like really strong.
Like beyond comprehension strong.”
“That’s
pretty strong, Lex. I have a good
imagination.”
“Take it, and then double it. Back to the * hiss* story. (Yes? More drugs would be niiiiiice. Thank you, miss!) Aaaaahhhh. Ok, so. There was kissing, then there was licking, and there was some sucking thrown in there. He can hold his breath a loooong time, Bruce. No gag reflex either. Niiiice touch, that. So we’re going at it, and he was inside me, and he has a really nice cock, too. Big without being porn-big, you know?”
“Sigh.
Yes Lex, I can imagine. Continue.”
“So
he’s fucking me, and he’s going hard, and deep. And I’m begging him to go harder and deeper, and he has my
leg over his arm. And he listened
to me. And we found out that I
kinda really don’t bend that way.”
“Excuse
me?”
“Weeelll…..he
kinda bent me a little too far….and dislocated my hip.”
“Holy
fuck Lex, how strong IS he?”
“Uuuhhh…really
strong?”
“I
have no idea what to say to that. Do
you know the pressure one would have to exert in order for someone to dislocate
one’s hip while fucking?”
“If
I wasn’t so stoned I would, Mr. Smarty-ass.”
“Tell
me he’s not abusing you, Lex.”
“What?
NO! He just has to learn
control. And I have to learn to
watch what I ask for. Hehehe. Up until
the POP! it felt really really good.”
“Lex….”
“Bruce…promise.
It was an accident. He
already feels like shit. And
tomorrow, he is going to come see me. And
when I am better, we are going to do it again.
But I think that this time I may be on top.
Til he learns some control.”
“Probably
wise, Lex.”
“….”
“Lex?”
“Mmmmm?”
“Are
you passing out on me now?”
“Probably….”
“Are
you going to remember this conversation tomorrow?”
“Probably
not…” * giggling*
“Goodnight,
Lex.”
“’Night,
Bruce. I love him.”
“I
know, Lex.”
Click.
*
five seconds later *
Sniffle
“Hello?”
“Superman,
it’s Batman. It was an accident.
Do NOT feel guilty. He loves
you. You love him. It
was an ACCIDENT.”
Sniffle
“Thank you, Bruce.”
~fin~