Last time is Musings of the Sleep Deprived:
Keeping my eyes closed tightly, I summoned every bit of will power I had and pulled back from my friend's soft, moist lips, gasping for air. I now sat clutching the removed mask in my hands as if my life depended on it. I took a deep breath and started to crack my eyes open, and as his face blurred into my vision, I was reminded that this moment would change our lives forever.
And now.....
Dear God was he beautiful. I had never imagined he, or for that matter any other human being, could ever encompass such flawlessly chiseled and proportioned features. The man was perfect. His deep, piercing, crystalline blue eyes bore up at me begging for trust, acceptance, and......something else I couldn't quite place. Alas, my mind was wandering again – I had to get back to treating his injuries or it wouldn't matter how gorgeous he was – he'd be dead.
I wiped the blood from the side of his face, up his square jaw line and across his high cheekbones, smearing it all over the back of my hand as I traced it back to the source. Upon reaching the bridge of his nose I saw the blood was coming from a rather large gash on his forehead. At this, I gently pushed back his dark sweat-slicked hair to get a better look at the damage.
The cut was deep enough that he really needed stitches in order to ensure against infection and scarring, but it was too late, he had to be treated right away or he would pass out and possibly bleed to death. Not to mention, I didn't think it wise to bring him to a hospital like this. And so, I got another cotton ball soaked with alcohol and began cleaning the wound. He hissed at the contact and I unconsciously took his hand in my free one to comfort him.
After cleaning and putting a couple of strips of butterfly tape over the cut, and then covering it with gobs of Neosporin and a large gauze pad, I assured Batman that he was all taken care of.
"Thanks, Jim. I knew I......I could count on you......why I......came here," he forced out.
"I'm glad you feel you can trust me, old friend. You need to get some rest, and um, you're welcome to stay the night if you.......Batman?"
I turned to him and saw he had already fallen asleep. A strange sight if I may say so. I couldn't help but smile at the thought that he had trusted me enough to come to my house instead of going to that Alfred guy. Then again, I was probably just closer. Nonetheless, I was flattered.
It was late, and I was still in my wet clothes, which were now also covered with blood. I carefully stood up from the couch and made my way to my bedroom. Upon stripping down and getting out my pajamas, I saw that much of the blood had soaked through my shirt, staining my chest and arms. I supposed at that point I might as well take a shower.
I turned the water on hot and stepped in, the steam quickly filling the room and obscuring everything from view save for my shampoo bottle and the shower curtain. The water soothed knots in my shoulders and back I had picked up from the stress of the evening, and from leaning over Batman for the past half hour. As the water ran over my body, I got to thinking about how crazy the evening had been – which in turn got me thinking about my friend.
My friend that was sleeping on my now-blood-stained couch in the next room. My friend, who had saved my life, and this city, and even the world several times over. That driven, beautiful, if a bit obsessive man that let me kiss him, that kissed me back, and was now injured, but deliciously shirtless and just a few steps away. And then it was too much - I couldn't stop myself – I tried to, really. But I groaned, low and deep in my chest, as an image of him sprawled naked across my bed flooded my mind.
In mere seconds, I had been encompassed in a haze of insatiable lust, with no escape in sight. My better judgment had fled and my mind was reeling with unbidden images. My hand found its way to my already throbbing cock, clasping it tightly and stoking hard and fast. I wasn't in this for slow, burning pleasure – not unless it was real. This was just some temporary relief, though sweet it was. I found myself imagining him panting, calling my name, begging for more in that deep gravelly voice, gone raw with desire. Our bodies rubbing, hands caressing anything they can find, lips tasting whenever they weren't busy emitting moans and animalistic growls.
My jaw had gone slack and my head was lolled back, my eyes rolling up as I gave into the sensations that my hands were causing, wishing that they were in fact his hands that were touching me so intimately. A vivid scene flashed into my mind of him standing behind me in the shower, soaking wet with water and sweat, stoking me, rocking into my back. My mind focused on the rippling of the strong, lean muscles of his legs that were supporting us, and the hard, strong muscles of his arms. I could almost make out what dream-Batman was murmuring to me as he flicked his tongue out and dragged it along my ear, nibbling the lobe. I cried out, in the dream and in reality, and my breath caught as his mouth moved down along my jaw, down my neck, and then hovered over the junction to my shoulder, before he clamped down on it with a feral growl.
My fist was pumping furiously now and I was screaming, the sweat dripping from every pore lost in the gentle spray of water from the shower, my breath coming in short gasps between each scream of ecstasy. I could hardly stand, and I was leaning heavily against the wall of the shower stall. It was over within thirty seconds from that, the sensations becoming overwhelming and the heat becoming unbearable. I came with a shudder and allowed the water to wash the cum off of my hand and the shower stall.
After drying off and putting of some loose cotton pajama pants and a wife beater I sat on my bed. I thought about everything Batman and I had been through together. All of the times he'd been there to catch me when I thought I couldn't stand anymore. What I had done that night wasn't nearly equal compensation for what he's done – but I turned off the light and headed back into the family room, opting to sleep in my reclining chair next to the couch, feeling content that I was on my way to making it up to him. One day at a time.
So I just added a couple of little details here, but I'm still not sure if I want to continue this. It's been months and I only have half the reviews on this as I do some other things. Oh well...I really need to update my other stuff too, actually, but my writer's block threatens to liquefy my brain so it falls out my nose. Not good, you see. So yes. Suggestions = good.
Keeping my eyes closed tightly, I summoned every bit of will power I had and pulled back from my friend's soft, moist lips, gasping for air. I now sat clutching the removed mask in my hands as if my life depended on it. I took a deep breath and started to crack my eyes open, and as his face blurred into my vision, I was reminded that this moment would change our lives forever.
And now.....
Dear God was he beautiful. I had never imagined he, or for that matter any other human being, could ever encompass such flawlessly chiseled and proportioned features. The man was perfect. His deep, piercing, crystalline blue eyes bore up at me begging for trust, acceptance, and......something else I couldn't quite place. Alas, my mind was wandering again – I had to get back to treating his injuries or it wouldn't matter how gorgeous he was – he'd be dead.
I wiped the blood from the side of his face, up his square jaw line and across his high cheekbones, smearing it all over the back of my hand as I traced it back to the source. Upon reaching the bridge of his nose I saw the blood was coming from a rather large gash on his forehead. At this, I gently pushed back his dark sweat-slicked hair to get a better look at the damage.
The cut was deep enough that he really needed stitches in order to ensure against infection and scarring, but it was too late, he had to be treated right away or he would pass out and possibly bleed to death. Not to mention, I didn't think it wise to bring him to a hospital like this. And so, I got another cotton ball soaked with alcohol and began cleaning the wound. He hissed at the contact and I unconsciously took his hand in my free one to comfort him.
After cleaning and putting a couple of strips of butterfly tape over the cut, and then covering it with gobs of Neosporin and a large gauze pad, I assured Batman that he was all taken care of.
"Thanks, Jim. I knew I......I could count on you......why I......came here," he forced out.
"I'm glad you feel you can trust me, old friend. You need to get some rest, and um, you're welcome to stay the night if you.......Batman?"
I turned to him and saw he had already fallen asleep. A strange sight if I may say so. I couldn't help but smile at the thought that he had trusted me enough to come to my house instead of going to that Alfred guy. Then again, I was probably just closer. Nonetheless, I was flattered.
It was late, and I was still in my wet clothes, which were now also covered with blood. I carefully stood up from the couch and made my way to my bedroom. Upon stripping down and getting out my pajamas, I saw that much of the blood had soaked through my shirt, staining my chest and arms. I supposed at that point I might as well take a shower.
I turned the water on hot and stepped in, the steam quickly filling the room and obscuring everything from view save for my shampoo bottle and the shower curtain. The water soothed knots in my shoulders and back I had picked up from the stress of the evening, and from leaning over Batman for the past half hour. As the water ran over my body, I got to thinking about how crazy the evening had been – which in turn got me thinking about my friend.
My friend that was sleeping on my now-blood-stained couch in the next room. My friend, who had saved my life, and this city, and even the world several times over. That driven, beautiful, if a bit obsessive man that let me kiss him, that kissed me back, and was now injured, but deliciously shirtless and just a few steps away. And then it was too much - I couldn't stop myself – I tried to, really. But I groaned, low and deep in my chest, as an image of him sprawled naked across my bed flooded my mind.
In mere seconds, I had been encompassed in a haze of insatiable lust, with no escape in sight. My better judgment had fled and my mind was reeling with unbidden images. My hand found its way to my already throbbing cock, clasping it tightly and stoking hard and fast. I wasn't in this for slow, burning pleasure – not unless it was real. This was just some temporary relief, though sweet it was. I found myself imagining him panting, calling my name, begging for more in that deep gravelly voice, gone raw with desire. Our bodies rubbing, hands caressing anything they can find, lips tasting whenever they weren't busy emitting moans and animalistic growls.
My jaw had gone slack and my head was lolled back, my eyes rolling up as I gave into the sensations that my hands were causing, wishing that they were in fact his hands that were touching me so intimately. A vivid scene flashed into my mind of him standing behind me in the shower, soaking wet with water and sweat, stoking me, rocking into my back. My mind focused on the rippling of the strong, lean muscles of his legs that were supporting us, and the hard, strong muscles of his arms. I could almost make out what dream-Batman was murmuring to me as he flicked his tongue out and dragged it along my ear, nibbling the lobe. I cried out, in the dream and in reality, and my breath caught as his mouth moved down along my jaw, down my neck, and then hovered over the junction to my shoulder, before he clamped down on it with a feral growl.
My fist was pumping furiously now and I was screaming, the sweat dripping from every pore lost in the gentle spray of water from the shower, my breath coming in short gasps between each scream of ecstasy. I could hardly stand, and I was leaning heavily against the wall of the shower stall. It was over within thirty seconds from that, the sensations becoming overwhelming and the heat becoming unbearable. I came with a shudder and allowed the water to wash the cum off of my hand and the shower stall.
After drying off and putting of some loose cotton pajama pants and a wife beater I sat on my bed. I thought about everything Batman and I had been through together. All of the times he'd been there to catch me when I thought I couldn't stand anymore. What I had done that night wasn't nearly equal compensation for what he's done – but I turned off the light and headed back into the family room, opting to sleep in my reclining chair next to the couch, feeling content that I was on my way to making it up to him. One day at a time.
So I just added a couple of little details here, but I'm still not sure if I want to continue this. It's been months and I only have half the reviews on this as I do some other things. Oh well...I really need to update my other stuff too, actually, but my writer's block threatens to liquefy my brain so it falls out my nose. Not good, you see. So yes. Suggestions = good.