Jack turned when the door opened and Bruce stepped into the room. "That was a lot faster than expected," he said, grabbing his bag. "Am I home free?" He grinned as he bounded toward Bruce.
Bruce's expression made him stop short. "Jack..."
Jack's good mood was abruptly gone. He tossed the bag across the room. "Don't tell me," he said. "You weren't able to work your charm?"
"I discussed-"
"You don't 'discuss' with these people, Bruce," Jack said, annoyed. "You demand. You have the power to do that. So you tell those motherfuckers-"
"They want to keep you here longer because of your behavior last night," Bruce said. "You escaped and slept in an airport terminal."
"Because I was going after you," Jack said. "You have to convince them that I'm not crazy."
"I know you're not crazy," Bruce said. "But you need help."
"You said not that long ago that all I needed was you."
"I may have been wrong."
"What the hell?!"
"I talked to the doctors and they said they'd sign your release forms if you stay here a bit longer," Bruce said as Jack turned and walked across the room away from him. "I want what's best for you, Jack. And if this is the way to do that-"
"You're perfectly fine with them locking me away?" Jack asked, turning to Bruce. "Probably for a few more years. Or longer. They'll keep coming up with excuses. I WILL lose my mind if I stay here any longer."
"You've had a rough life-"
"You're supposed to be defending me!" Jack said, stepping toward Bruce. "Instead, you discuss with the doctors and let them decide my fate!"
"Jack-"
"Was it worth running after you?" Jack asked. "I think not. You're clearly just a waste of time."
"Jack-"
"You better go," Jack said. "But make your last view of me worthwhile. After this, you might never see me again!"
Bruce suddenly grabbed him and shoved him against the wall, his hands gripping Jack's shirt tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. "I worked my ass off for nearly three years looking for you," he said. "Finding you here was the last thing I expected, but I have to admit that part of me was relieved. That you were changing your life around and were going to come out of this a better person. And I still believe you can acheive that."
"So, that's it?" Jack asked as Bruce's words sunk in. He was pretty sure that Bruce probably didn't mean it the way he had, but Jack could be wrong about that. "I'm not worth shit. Unless I get help and come out a better man. Otherwise, why accept a fuck up?"
Bruce just stared at him, obviously realizing what he had said. He let go of Jack and stepped back. "Jack, I didn't mean-"
"Some people don't say things they mean when they're angry," Jack said. "But, since you're not fighting to get me out of here, you clearly say exactly what's on your mind when you're angry." He was hurt, but he wasn't going to show it.
"Jack."
"You should go."
"I didn't want it to come to this."
"Too late for that now, don't you think?"
Bruce stood there, saying nothing and not making any move to leave. Jack turned away from him then walked across the room, grabbing his bag. He didn't turn when he heard the door close. He walked over to the bed and stuffed the bag under it, trying not to let what had just happened get to him.
When he turned, Bruce was there, backing him up against the wall, their lips practically glued together. For a moment Jack gave in, Bruce's body feeling like heaven against his own. He let a moan slip, closing his eyes as Bruce's lips traveled down along his jaw then down his neck. Bruce's hands reached around and grabbed Jack's ass, making Jack buck into him.
Then Jack opened his eyes, shaking his head and pushing Bruce away from him. "No," he said, pointing a finger at Bruce. "You're just trying-"
"I don't want to lose you again, Jack."
Jack, still up against the wall, was breathing heavily. He had always enjoyed having sex with Bruce, so trying to resist it now was hard. "You're going to anyway," he said. "As soon as you walk out that door because you've already decided that I'm not leaving."
"I didn't decide that."
"You let them!"
"I only want what's best-"
"Then give me what's best for me!"
Jack had known that Bruce enjoyed it rough, but didn't expect how brutal Bruce's body connected with his own a moment later, pushing him harder against the wall. Jack tilted his head to the side as Bruce started on his neck. He grabbed onto Bruce, teeth clenched when Bruce bit him. His teeth digging into his skin brought Jack's dick straight to life, though. There was blood on his neck when Bruce's lips found Jack's again and Jack could taste the blood on Bruce's tongue.
"Holy fuck," Jack mumured as Bruce slid down his body, pushing Jack's shirt up and kissing his abs as his other hand got Jack's pants unfastened. Jack tried to get away from the wall, but Bruce just forced him back.
Bruce got down on his knees, using both hands to pull Jack's pants down along with his boxers. Jack tried to grab onto something as Bruce took him into his mouth, but there was nothing there on the wall. He just dragged his fingernails across the wall.
After sucking him off pretty well, Bruce stood up, jerking Jack off with one hand and grabbed the back of Jack's neck with the other, pulling him forward and kissing him once again. Jack grabbed Bruce by his hair, thrusting into his hand and needing much more than this. He kicked his pants and shoes off, wishing Bruce would just shove him down and fuck him already.
Then Bruce broke the kiss, his hand stilled on Jack's dick, their eyes boring into each other's. "I love you," he whispered, breathing heavily. "I've never stopped. I-"
"Don't," Jack said, tugging Bruce close but Bruce held himself at bay. "I don't want to hear that." He felt his world crumble when Bruce moved his hand away from his cock and grabbed Jack's wrists.
"I can't do this," Bruce said. Jack refused to let go. "You-"
"Fuck me," Jack pleaded, letting Bruce go. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it then moved toward the bed, pulling Bruce with him. He fell backward onto the bed, pulling Bruce with him. "I take back everything I said. I don't want you to go."
Bruce pushed himself up, but didn't get off the bed. "Jack," he said, that desire of a moment ago completely gone. "If I'm just gonna leave, I don't want to leave with the memory of one last sex."
"You had my cock in your mouth," Jack said. "Isn't it a bit too late for that?"
"How can we go on like this?"
Jack spread his legs and reached between them, opening Bruce's pants and pushing them down to where Bruce's cock was out. "Just like this," he said then started fingering himself, grabbing Bruce's shirt with his other hand to make sure Bruce didn't leave him. Especially not like this.
Bruce gave in. He got off the bed and started pulling off his clothes. Once naked, he slapped Jack's hand away then thrusted inside Jack as he joined him on the bed again. Jack's moan was cut off as Bruce kissed him hard, thrusting slowly, in and out. Jack arched his back, his body fitting against Bruce's perfectly. The last two and a half years were gone. They were back in Bruce's bedroom in the mansion, enjoying each other's company while trying not to be heard by Alfred.
Jack hooked his leg around Bruce's and flipped them, fucking himself on Bruce's dick. Their lips never parted. Jack was afraid that if the kiss ended, their little world would end and they would have to welcome back reality where it would be the end for them. Something Jack would refuse to face. He had gone through enough loss in his life. But, did he have the strength to fight and beg for this? He couldn't get out of the hospital legally.
Their world ended with a climax, Bruce cumming first with Jack following right after. They stayed like that for a moment then Jack rolled off of him as Bruce got to his feet. Jack sat up and watched as Bruce headed into the small bathroom and came out with a wet rag, wiping himself off as he gathered up his clothes. Jack sat back on the bed and didn't say anything.
Bruce dropped the rag on the bed and got dressed. "Stop looking at me like that," he said as he dressed.
"Like what?"
Bruce pulled on his shirt and looked at Jack. "Like I killed your dreams."
"Aren't you?"
"Jack-"
"You don't tell me you love me and then say you can't do it," Jack said. He looked away from Bruce. "I shouldn't have walked up those stairs that night."
"I'll talk to the doctors again-"
"Would there be a point?" Jack asked, looking back at Bruce. "The only thing they'd allow is if I get transferred to another hospital closer to Gotham. And you know what'll happen then. Arkham."
"At least you'll be close."
"Thought you didn't want to go back to Gotham."
"If I had a reason to-"
"Arkham is for the criminally insane," Jack said, leaning forward. "I've killed ONE person. And that was in self defense. I'm not crazy."
"Just damaged."
"Blame my dead father for that," Jack said since all of this had really started with the abuse he had suffered from his dad. "He knew I was worth shit. Guess he was right."
"Jack-"
"Go to hell."
Bruce hesitated a moment and Jack wanted him to fight further. Everything crumbled around him when Bruce turned and left the room without even looking back.
