Jack had been working at Wayne Manor the last couple of weeks. He had been hired with the new staff. He had ended up here because he didn't have anywhere else to go and he was desperate for money. Being on his own hadn't turned out to be all that he had thought it would be. He took his orders from Alfred Pennyworth, who practically ran everything. Bruce Wayne, the young millionaire preparing his way to Princeton, was never around. Jack hadn't seen him once. And didn't think he ever would. There was going to be a going away party for Wayne tonight. Something that Jack wasn't looking forward to serving, but he had to have the money.
Jack didn't think Wayne had any friends other than Rachel Dawes, who had visited from time to time. Those visits were becoming less and less frequent, Jack had heard. Wayne was turning himself into a loner. And it had all started with his parents deaths when he was only eight years old. No wonder he didn't have any friends. Compared to his life, Jack would give anything to have Waynes. At least he didn't have to worry about an abusive father.
Jack was elected to be greeter at the door that night, opening the door and taking hats and coats. Not a very fun job, but good money. Also, he had proved again and again that he wasn't good at anything else. He had often seen Alfreds angry scowl which always made him think that the next words he heard were: Get out. But he was never fired.
The guests finally arrived and Jack was kept busy. He relaxed once everyone arrived. He noticed no one Waynes age had come. Not even Ms. Dawes. Wayne Enterprises all the way. Made the party dull and depressing since the only thing Jack could listen in on was crap about business. He wasn't a business guy and whatever these people had to say meant absolutely nothing to Jack.
Jack glanced toward the stairs wondering what the hotshot was doing. He took off the jacket that marked him as the door greeter and headed up the stairs unnoticed. Jack, being the only one at the party Waynes age, figured that maybe they both could liven up the party a bit. If Mr. Brooding came out of his room. Living secluded wasn't good for anyone even if Jack himself had gotten away with it.
Jack came to a quick halt when Alfred was coming down the stairs. "Lost, Mr. Napier?" Alfred asked in that annoying accent that made Jack want to beat something up. He kept his temper in check though since an outburst was the surest thing to get him fired. Alfred was standing there as if forbidding Jack to go any further. He wasn't allowed to after all.
"I just thought you wouldn't want me to use the bathroom downstairs," Jack said, thinking up an excuse real quick though he doubted it would actually work. Alfred was a bit too good at what he did. "I'm not part of the rich folk."
Alfred didn't believe him. He escorted Jack back down the stairs. "Don't get into any mischief," he said then walked off.
Jack looked around then turned and headed back up the stairs. His failure to listen was what got him into this mess, but he didn't care. At the top, he was surprised to see Wayne standing there, watching the party down below. "You're not supposed to be up here," Wayne said without looking at Jack. It was as if he had a sixth sense. He was standing in the shadows so no one downstairs would see him. "Alfred didn't make that clear when he took you back down?"
"Who listens to a butler?"
Wayne looked at him.
Jack chose a different question. "Why aren't you down there?" he asked. Hopefully that was the type of question that wouldn't offend the other.
"it's not for me."
"Sure."
Wayne looked back down. "If it was, she'd be here."
"Rachel." Jack walked over to him. "You can have fun without her."
"She's my best friend."
"Clearly you've grown apart," Jack said though it really wasn't his place to say something like that. He was probably going to be in really big trouble soon even if Alfred didn't find out he had been up here. "Take the rod outta your ass and live a little. Do the unexpected and have fun."
Wayne turned and leaned back against the railing. "I didn't even want-"
"Unless she was here."
Wayne fell silent. Jack was tired of hearing about Rachel, but the look on Waynes face made him regret saying what he had. He had already offended him by the butler bit and he was just digging himself into a deeper pit. Wayne needed to get his mind off of her. He needed to be distracted or else this party would continue to be a huge bore and Jack would be stuck handing out hats and coats as the guests left, talking about how wonderful the party had been. If Wayne was distracted, maybe then he'd be fun.
Bruce crossed his arms then just stared at Jack when Jack stepped in front of him. Jack started to loosen Bruces pants. Bruce grabbed his hands, stopping him. Jack didn't move his hands or push Bruces away. Bruce wasn't pushing him away either.
Jack looked down then back at Bruce. "I can help you," he said. "Whenever you need it." He was just trying to make Bruce relax. It wasn't as if he was hitting on him. Though, if he had to talk more it might come down to that.
"I don't need-"
"Relax and we'll find that out," Jack cut him off. Under different circumstances, Jack had been in this same situation before so he wasn't an amateur. He was usually forced to his knees, but that didn't mean he didn't have talent in this department. He could still remember the look on his fathers face as he had stood by and watched Jack suffer through the worst Hell imaginable.
His dad was in jail now.
He knew he didn't feel any sort of attraction to Bruce, but Bruce had taken him in and Jack was grateful. Even if Bruce hadn't participated much in providing Jack a home. They had only talked a few times during the last couple of weeks. Each time had been less than a minute and not worth mentioning.
"You should go downstairs," Bruce said, no longer holding Jacks hands. He didn't make the suggestion an order.
But Jack obeyed.
Jack got down on his knees in front of Bruce, opening his pants the rest of the way. Bruces hands were on the railing but his eyes were on Jack. Jack reached in and pulled out Bruces soft member, stroking him. Despite the fact that they barely knew each other, Bruce wasn't fussing. Jack looked up at him then took Bruce into his mouth.
Bruce shifted slightly, but not out of discomfort. He became hard in Jack mouth. Gripping the base of Bruces shaft, Jack started moving up and down Bruces length. bruce was really hard at this point and grabbed the back of Jacks head, burying his fingers in Jacks dirty blonde hair. Jack grazed his teeth along Bruces cock, flicking his tongue across the head.
Bruce slowly started to thrust into Jacks mouth. The movement was gently, unlike the men at the laundromat. This was actually enjoyable. And he was doing his damnedest to make it enjoyable for Bruce also. So, when Bruce grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him closer, making Jack take his entire length, jack let him. He didn't move as Bruce came down the back of his throat, breathing heavily. The older boy hadn't made a sound during the entire thing.
Jack grabbed his groin, mentally telling his cock to settle down, but he was still hard. Bruce let go of him and Jack pulled away and stood up, his hand away from his crotch. Bruce didn't say anything as he zipped up his pants, his penis back inside. Jack just stood there as Bruce walked past him and left. Jack didn't feel hurt. He smirked to himself then hurried downstairs, not wanting to be caught by Alfred. He ducked into the bathroom downstairs to fix his aching cock.