Jack was nervous. Anxiety had gripped him the last week, leading up to this day. It was the day before Bruce headed off to Princeton. A night that Jack wanted to make sure it was really special. A night that he didn't want to reach the end of. He didn't want to get up the next morning and say good-bye. He just couldn't. He wasn't good at saying good-bye and he didn't want to be the one to do it.
He had helped Alfred make a cake for Bruce for after supper that evening. It was the only public thing Jack could do special for Bruce without broadcasting the fact that they were a thing now.
Boyfriend. Yes, he could admit the word, but not out loud. Lover was pretty good, too, but only in the privacy of Bruce's company or his own head.
After bearing his soul in the alley that one day, Jack and Bruce's relationship became closer. Their time together wasn't just about sex. They did just sit around and talk for hours at times. Bruce wouldn't push him away and Jack welcomed the comfort the other boy could offer. He had never felt safer with anyone. The last person who had held him had been his mother a few months before she died. Since then, it had just been pain.
Jack had ended up avoiding Bruce all day. He hadn't done it on purpose and just hoped that Bruce didn't think something was wrong. But, Bruce seemed busy enough with packing and getting everything ready for tomorrow. The Manor would be abandoned pretty much tomorrow, so everyone who had a job here had to go and look for a new one tomorrow. Which meant, tonight there would be no one in the entire house except for Bruce, Alfred and Jack.
That alone made the night special.
Supper arrived. Jack ate his food silently as Alfred talked about making arrangements for Jack for tomorrow on. He would be offered a job at Wayne Enterprises if he wanted. Or else shipped off to another city to work for another billionaire boy with a rod up his ass. Alfred didn't say that, but Jack's thoughts just roamed.
"Are you okay?" Bruce asked as Alfred left the room to retrieve the cake. "You've been quiet all day."
Jack looked at his food which was half eaten then looked across the table at Bruce. "I'm..." He trailed off, knowing he wouldn't be able to get away with 'fine.' He dropped his fork and shifted in his seat, lowering his hands to his lap. "You're leaving tomorrow."
"Yeah."
"Yeah?" Jack echoed. "Why do you think I've been quiet all day?"
"Jack-" Bruce stopped when Alfred walked back in. Jack leaned back in his seat as Bruce gave him a 'We'll talk later' look.
The cake was delicious, but Jack still took his time with eating it. He was dreading the conversation he and Bruce would have later tonight. He was pretty much ruining the special night and would be lucky if he just got a kiss from Bruce tonight. He didn't have much of an appetite anymore.
"I'm heading to bed," Jack said, standing up and heading upstairs. It wasn't even seven, but the anxiety over tomorrow was settling in. If he ended up breaking down, he didn't want to do it downstairs. Hell, he didn't even want to do it in front of Bruce again.
He closed the door to his bedroom without going in then went to Bruce's bedroom. He pulled off his shirt, kicking off his shoes then climbed into bed under the covers. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about the next morning.
His eyes drifted open a few hours later when he heard the door closed. He turned slightly and looked at Bruce as he got undressed for bed. Jack rolled over onto his back as Bruce, clad only in boxers, turned the covers down and got into bed beside him.
"You're worried about tomorrow," Bruce said, propping on his elbow as he looked down at Jack. His finger lightly trailed up and down Jack's arm.
"More or less," Jack said since there was no point in denying it. He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes not meeting Bruce's. "Can you blame me?"
"Just because I'm going to Princeton doesn't mean things end between us," Bruce said, his hand resting on Jack's upper arm. "We can still keep in touch and visit-"
"Ignoring the fact that your plan is to leave Gotham for good."
"Jack."
Jack looked at him. "I'm honestly not trying to make things complicated," he said, tempted to just apologize and then let Bruce fuck him through the night. "But what happens to me when you're gone? Wayne Enterprises? Not happening."
"You're gonna be eighteen soon," Bruce said. "You don't have to give a damn about what anyone wants. You are your own person. Do what you want to do." He kissed Jack's forehead. "See tonight as me freeing you from your prison." He smiled.
Jack smirked. "I guess that's good enough for me," he said then became serious. "Promise to keep in touch?"
"You have to promise, too."
"I promise."
"Good," Bruce said, moving to lay on top of Jack. "Tonight is your night."
Jack shook his head. "You're the one leaving," he said. "I wanted to make the night special for you."
Bruce kissed him, their tongues brushing against each other. He pulled back and looked into Jack's eyes. "Whether it's my night or your night," he said. "It'll still be special."
Jack placed his hands on Bruce's thighs. "That line's cheesy enough for a mug," he said with a grin. Bruce smiled and kissed him again. Jack put his arms around Bruce, holding him close. Bruce grinded against Jack, making them both moan.
"I want you inside me tonight, Jack," Bruce whispered as his hands went down to work Jack's pants off of him.
Jack was hard just at the thought of Bruce laying beneath him as he fucked him. Jack got his hand down Bruce's boxers and grabbed the hard member there, slowly stroking him. Bruce moved his hands away from Jacks jeans just to get his boxers down.
Once Bruce was naked, Jack rolled them over then pushed off his own jeans and boxers, kicking them off the end of the bed and onto the floor. His belt clacked loudly against the wood floor. Their lips never parted. Jack couldn't get enough of Bruce and tonight he was going to get even more.
Jack pulled away after a moment, hovering above Bruce. "You sure this is something you really wanna do?" he asked. Bruce was always the more dominant one and Jack was fine with that.
Bruce nodded. "I want it," he said, spreading his legs more and shifting a bit.
Jack kissed him again, his hand moving down between Bruce's legs. He pushed one finger slowly inside of Bruce, making Bruce shift slightly in surprise from the intrusion. But, Bruce didn't complain or protest as Jacks finger moved deeper in. Bruce was really tight.
Moving slow was torture for Jack, but he wanted Bruce to be completely prepared for this. He removed his fingers then took his cock in hand and guided it into Bruce, earning a low groan from Bruce as Jack pushed himself into the older boy. Jack dropped his head onto the pillow next to Bruce as he pushed deeper, grabbing onto the headboard with one hand. Bruce grabbed him and pulled him closer, getting Jack fully sheathed inside him.
"Jack," Bruce moaned. Jack lifted his head and kissed him as he started moving. His thrusts were slow at first until desire took over.
The feeling was amazing and Bruce was enjoying it just as much as he was. Jack started moving faster, the bed creaking slightly from their movements. Both boys were breathing heavily and moaning as Jack brought Bruce to a massive climax. Jack thrust in once more before he came inside Bruce. He collapsed onto the bed next to Bruce, exhausted.
Bruce pulled Jack into his arms and they fell asleep together.
The last of their happiness together for a long time.