After several months, I've brought the story back. I kinda lost my interest in Jack/Bruce for a time due to some things, but I've moved on and wanted to get this story finished right.
A couple of years went by. Bruce had tried to stick it out in Princeton, but all he could think about was Jack leaving him. It probably wouldn't have hurt as much if they hadn't said "I love you" to each other the night Jack left. Bruce kept replaying that night over and over in his head, failing classes, but he had solved the mystery of Jack's leaving to an extent.
Jack's father had shown up that night and threatened Bruce. Jack had shot and killed his own father. He was let off with self defense, but that sort of thing was still traumatizing.
So, Bruce had dropped out of Princeton and started searching for Jack. He hadn't gone back to Gotham. The city held enough bad memories without adding the pain of remembering the good times he and Jack had had. They had been together for a short time, but it was the best time of Bruce's life.
Nearly two and a half years after Jack left, Bruce found him.
In an Asylum.
He thought back to that moment in an alley, where Jack had completely opened up to him about what his father had done. Bruce had suggested he seek professional help and Jack had gotten angry, saying he didn't need it. Bruce had let it go then. So, it was surprising to see that Jack had ended up here anyway.
Bruce walked inside, asking the nurse at the front desk if he could see Jack. He had to come up with a story as to why he should be allowed to do so and also mentioned that he was Bruce Wayne, millionaire. The fact that he was known to almost everyone around the country was probably what got him in more than any other story. He was led to a room then told to wait at the table. A drink and some snacks were brought in for him.
He was snacking on some crackers when a doctor walked in, leading his patient. Bruce looked up just as Jack stopped, frozen, in the doorway. He looked like a completely different person. Pain and loss was evident in his eyes. It took a lot of effort on Bruce's part to remain sitting there instead of rushing over to Jack and taking him into his arms.
"Jack?" the doctor said, gesturing Jack into the room. "Mr. Wayne has asked to speak with you."
Jack looked at the doctor then stepped the rest of the way inside. The doctor left them alone, closing the door behind Jack, who remained standing there a few steps from the door.
Bruce shifted in his seat slightly. "I-"
"What are you doing here?" Jack asked. Even his voice had changed. Had that night really affected him that much? But, it should have been expected since killing a man no matter what that man did could change anyone.
"Looking for you," Bruce said, his eyes never leaving Jack. "For the last two and a half years-"
"I left for your own good," Jack said, stepping forward. He stopped, visibly calming himself down.
Bruce studied him for a moment. "Jack, what happened to you?"
"Taking your advice," Jack said. "Aren't you proud?"
"I never-"
"Screw the denying, Bruce," Jack said. "You would've taken me somewhere if I had stuck around any longer." He walked over to the table and sat down, grabbing the bottle of water that had been brought for Bruce.
"If you had stuck around longer, I would've left Princeton a lot sooner," Bruce said, getting Jack's attention. "What we said that night-"
"Is a part of the past," Jack said, opening the bottle and dropping the lid on the table. It clattered and bounced off the surface, landing on the floor. "I've moved on. You really need to learn to do the same." He took a swig.
Bruce pushed away from the table and rose to his feet. "This was definitely not what I hoped for when I found you," he said. He looked at his watch. "Hopefully I'll be able to catch a flight out of here." He lowered his arm and looked at Jack, who was staring hard at him. "Have a good life, Jack."
There was no telling what was going through Jack's mind. He gave a slight nod of his head. "I'll try," he said, no emotion whatsoever in his tone. His eyes moved away from Bruce as he took another drink.
Pushing back the pain, Bruce turned and left the room.
Jack watched as Bruce left, hating himself for the way he had handled it. His attitude was the last thing Bruce had needed after two and a half years of searching for him. And Bruce had even implied he had left Princeton because of Jack. He didn't know whether or not he had ruined Bruce's life because of what he did.
He spent the rest of the day with his mind on Bruce. Someone he had refused to think about the last two and a half years and now he couldn't stop doing so. And the way their reunion had went just made things worse.
And Bruce was most likely on a plane right now. Out of Jack's life forever.
Feeling a pain in his chest, Jack hurried into the bathroom. He locked himself in there, breathing heavily. He slowed his breathing, knowing he was going through this because of Bruce. After two and a half years, there was no denying the fact that he still loved Bruce. He needed Bruce to hold him together. He needed his fix, as he had called Bruce so long ago.
"Fuck," Jack muttered as he felt an ache in his loins. He grabbed his crotch then shook his head and stepped out of the bathroom. He looked around then headed up the stairs to where the rooms were. At this time of day, hardly anyone was around here. They were all downstairs playing games or going through some other sort of therapy.
He stopped at one of the rooms and knocked. The door opened, revealing one of the guys Jack had gotten to know since coming here. Of course, he was never allowed to talk to the guy unless he had ONE reason. The guy NEVER denied the fact that he was attracted to Jack.
"One night," Jack said when the guy's eyes focusing on his crotch. He had never learned the guy's name since he was always changing it. "Lights out and I get to call you Bruce."
"Night?" the guy asked. "Looks like you've got problems NOW, babe." He smirked.
"Trust me, I won't be any different later tonight," Jack said. None of the patients were allowed to have any sort of relationship with each other, but on occasion something DID happen. But, this guy knew how to get around under the radar.
The guy nodded his head. "Tonight, then," he said, telling Jack where to meet him. "And I can be Bruce for ya." He smiled then closed the door.
Jack headed to his own room to take care of himself for now.
Later that night, Jack showed up at the spot and waited for the guy. It was a hidden room in the basement with a couch and a bed. Jack hoped it was cleaned often. There were unopen packs of condoms everywhere. This guy was certainly prepared.
He turned as the guy arrived, closing and locking the door behind him. "You sure-"
"No talking," Jack said. "Just please fuck me." He saw surprise on the guy's face. He had obviously been expecting to be the one that got fucked, fullfilling his many fantasies. But, Jack couldn't picture Bruce with HIS dick inside someone.
The guy grabbed a condom then nodded to Jack. "Then let's get to it," he said.
They both got undressed then Jack got on the couch. The guy slipped the condom on then got onto his knees in front of Jack, positioned at Jack's entrance. The guy clapped his hands and the lights went off. Jack grabbed onto the back of the couch and lifted his legs, feeling the guy's hands on him right before the pain of entrance. It had been a long while since he had done this.
They got into a rhythm and Jack moaned, closing his eyes and imagining Bruce even if the lights were off and he couldn't see anyway. He could perfectly imagine the expression on Bruce's face every single time they fucked. "Harder," he mumbled, feeling the guy pumping his dick.
"Bruce..." Jack murmured, needing to make himself believe it. "Fuck!" he cried out as pleasure overtook him and everything around him was forgotten other than Bruce moving between his legs.
Crying out Bruce's name with pent up ecstasy, Jack climaxed, hearing Bruce's moan in his head as he was also brought to a finish.
For now, he had his fix.
