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After dinner Gordon and Babs sat in the living room with Bruce. Babs mentioned being too tired to drive back to central Gotham to go to bed. So Bruce asked Alfred to make up the guest room while they stayed down stairs for a little while longer. Gordon could have waited until the morning to talk to Babs, to let her and Bruce think the situation over, let what he said to both of them sink in; but Bruce had other plans.
“Babs, since Jim has so decidedly told you that in two years you can make your own decisions on whether you go to college or fight crime – I thought that it being the case you should start some martial arts classes downtown,” Bruce said as he leaned back on the sofa, grimacing as he did. Gordon felt for the younger man; getting comfortable anywhere was not easy after two gunshots wounds.
“Why not with you? “ Babs asked eagerly. Bruce slid a glance to Gordon who sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his chest to suggest he was staying out of it.
“I wasn't exactly trained in any one real martial arts form. I honestly think it would be better for you to learn at least one form first,” Bruce explained, and Babs rolled her eyes and mumbled something about that not being quite fair, but she didn't give a direct answer. Gordon knew Bruce had won that round. He would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved for it; Bruce had a good style, but it always seemed dangerous.
Alfred walked down the stairs and Babs quickly got to her feet, kissing Gordon goodnight on the cheek and carefully giving Bruce a hug, which surprised even Bruce. Maybe she understood better than she wanted to. She then said goodnight and headed upstairs.
Gordon narrowed his eyes on Bruce who shrugged innocently and then gestured upstairs. Which was how they happened to be in Bruce's bedroom a few minutes later, Bruce seated on the edge of the bed and Gordon at his feet ,taking the playboy's shoes and socks off. He then stood, helping Bruce to his feet and began to undress him the rest of the way, starting with his shirt, fingering the little shiny buttons and very gently pushing the material down over Bruce's shoulders until it hit the floor. A little blood had seeped into the carefully placed bandages, so it was definitely time to replace them.
Gordon gently removed each one and threw them in the garbage. Bruce was looking at him openly. “So, what's the plan?”
“I think it's pretty obvious, Bruce. You need a bath. And I'm going to help you,” Gordon said flatly. He didn't want Bruce to assume too much; the effect of surprise and yearning wouldn't be quite the same.
Still, Bruce read too much into it. Gordon knew he'd have to make this interesting. He unbuckled Bruce's belt and threw it in the corner, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the fly down, tugging the waist of the pants and boxers down together with his thumbs. Gordon was very careful not to touch Bruce anywhere during this process, which only seemed to make the billionaire more antsy, as he tried desperately to push his groin into Gordon's hands as they swept past with the pants and boxers. Leaving them on the floor, he stood and helped Bruce step out of them, leaving him completely naked.
“And what about you, Commissioner?” Bruce asked teasingly, looking the older man up and down. Gordon shrugged as he took Bruce by the hand and lead him into the bathroom. Gordon had asked Alfred to bring up a stool earlier, and the older gentlemen had rolled his eyes, but obliged. Bruce was staring at the stool as Gordon continued to guide him to the bath, turning the water on and helping Bruce step into the tub that was now filling with warm water.
Bruce was glaring at him. Gordon used the best innocent smile he could muster in the situation, considering he was staring at a stark naked Bruce, completely confused and completely vulnerable. Gordon helped Bruce sit down in the tub, and he sighed heavily when Gordon had not started to remove his own clothes to join him. Gordon took the cup and wash cloth that Alfred had left for him off the counter. He filled the cup with water and then sloshed it gently over Bruce's head, careful to have the rest fall down the billionaire's back. He then proceeded to wash Bruce's hair, running his fingers through the soapy strands, massaging his thumbs into Bruce's neck, feeling a lot of the man's tension leave his body.
He rinsed the soap from Bruce's hair and then set the cup down on the counter, picking up the wash cloth and dipping it into the water. So far there was no exchange of words, but Gordon could tell that any moment now Bruce wouldn't be able to keep his thoughts to himself. And he was right.
“This isn't exactly what I was expecting when you said you'd help me bathe,” Bruce said coldly as he propped himself up against the side of the bathtub, his back to Gordon. Gordon started to wash around the stitches on Bruce's upper chest, care not to pull too hard around the edges.
“Well, submerging open wounds in water isn't really a good idea, Bruce,” Gordon explained, dipping his hand down into the water to rinse the cloth, head dipping close to Bruce's ear, close enough that Gordon's mustache brushed ever so slightly against the younger man's skin. Gordon steadied himself with his other hand on Bruce's shoulder, feeling the goosebumps form on the billionaire's skin. They hadn't gotten to finish their 'alone time' earlier, and Gordon knew Bruce was aching for a release – had been since the last time they'd had sex a little over a week ago.
Bruce leaned back into Gordon's touch, bending his head to the side, a gesture for Gordon to finish what he had started early that day. Gordon slid the cloth over Bruce's chest, squeezing the water in a cascade over the younger man's toned muscles as Gordon planted a feather light kiss on Bruce's neck. Gordon ran his free hand up the side of Bruce's neck to his hair, running his fingers though the soft, wet strands he had previously washed. Gordon let the hand with the cloth roam down Bruce's torso, gently caressing with his fingertips, stopping when he reached his hip bone. Gordon kissed a line down to Bruce's left clavicle, flicking his tongue against the soft spot, feeling Bruce wriggle beneath the touch; a soft sigh choked in his throat came out a strained groan.
Letting go of the washcloth, Gordon slowly traced his fingers along the outline of Bruce's hip bone, following the sensitive line down to the younger man's groin. He rested the hand on Bruce's inner thigh, hunched over him, chest to back, mouth firmly on the other man's shoulder, feeling Bruce' shudder under him. Gordon nuzzled Bruce's neck with his nose, bringing his lips to the other man's ear.
“Is this more of what you had in mind?” he asked sensuously, a tone he rarely used even during sex, reserved only for certain occasions when he felt it was best called for. Gordon took his glasses off with the hand that had been in Bruce's hair and placed them on the counter. He went back to kissing Bruce feverishly along the neck, down his jaw line. Bruce mumbled something that Gordon couldn't quite hear, focused too much on the quickening of Bruce's pulse at his neck as each kiss Gordon planced made the billionaire's heart race faster.
Gordon let the hand he had on Bruce's thigh slide over Bruce's already hard penis, taking hold of it in his calloused hands, starting a slow stroke up and down the shaft, touching the underside of the head with his thumb nail, feeling Bruce tense with each flick. A groan escaped Bruce's mouth as his head rolled back against Gordon's chest, eyes tightly shut, teeth white against his reddening lips, biting. Moments like this, moments that Bruce actually let Gordon take what he wanted, take complete control of everything, let Gordon know that there was a piece of Bruce that could let go and let someone do something for him for a change.
For a brief few seconds Gordon felt completely paralyzed at the sight Bruce, face flushed, body jerking at Gordon's touch, hips bucking at each stroke, hands balled into tight fists as he tried to control himself but wanting to give in at the same time. Finally Gordon stopped, grabbed a few bandages from the counter and began to apply them to each wound. Bruce was breathing heavily, taking hold of his own erection, which started to turn Gordon on even more. He finished with the bandages, standing from the stool and began to help Bruce out of the tub, finding it hard to keep his hands off the perfect, naked form in front of him. Bruce pressed his whole body against Gordon's as he stepped out of the tub.
“You know, there is something wrong with this situation,” Bruce whispered as he gestured to the clothes that still covered Gordon's body. Gordon didn't bother with a towel and led Bruce straight to the other room, pushing him as gently as possible to the bed. Gordon pulled the bottle of lubricant and a condom from the drawer of the night dresser and tossed them to the bed for later.
Gordon removed the undershirt he had been wearing, now a bit damp thanks to Bruce, who was now watching him intently while stroking himself in a long, slow fashion. Gordon unbuckled his belt and threw it to the floor while unzipping his pants and letting those, too, fall to the ground along with his boxers. He promptly stepped out of both, getting on his knees on the edge of the bed, scooping Bruce's legs over his shoulders, and burying his face into the crease of his hip and thigh, taking in the masculine scent of the man below him, feeling his own erection harden at the realization that it was for Gordon alone that Bruce was yearning. Gordon left a trail of kisses towards Bruce's penis, nipping under the shaft, enveloping the head with his mouth, swirling his tongue down the shaft. Gordon moved his lips down the shaft again, licking a clean stripe down to Bruce's anus, taking his hands and spreading the billionaire's cheeks. He flicked his tongue teasingly against the hole as Bruce tried to wriggle away, hips thrusting towards the ceiling, hands in Gordon's hair, tugging at the strands he had gripped.
“God, Jim. Don't be such a tease,” Bruce growled as Gordon slid his tongue into Bruce, wetting down the hole completely before moving his face away from Bruce's ass, leaning over him to grab the lube and condom. Bruce was gazing up at him in a daze of lust, eyes predatory and wanting, and Gordon knew Bruce felt almost helpless with the wounds, wanting to contribute to the game and take over. Gordon shook his head with a sly grin.
“Relax.” Gordon whispered as he ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled it down over his own erection and squirted lube onto his penis. He lifted Bruce's legs and hooked his forearms unver Bruce's knees, the younger man's hips rising up to meet Gordon's as he pushed his length into Bruce, feeling the muscles in the other man's ass tighten around him, holding Bruce's hips with his hands to control the rhythm. Gordon thrust into Bruce, grinding the man's hips down on to his, squeezing his own eyes shut, a burst of heat running through his veins, the animal in him taking control and forcing him into Bruce harder and faster, the sound of Bruce's voice begging for more only contributing to the sheer force.
Bruce made a strained groan, hands at his sides tangled in the bedsheets, whispering little dirty words Gordon couldn't quite hear over the sound of slick skin slapping together, the blood rushing in his ears and his own monstrous grunts. He felt his own chest heave, and his body start to shake in violent, heated rage as all the feeling he had been experiencing was drowned out by the spasm he felt in his groin – another thrust and another and he orgasmed in Bruce, who had his hand on his penis waho was working himself into frenzy. Gordon continued to thrust his hips, slower now that he wasn't in a hurry anymore, taking hold of Bruce's penis for him, and working it over with his hand in rough jerking strokes. It didn't take but a few seconds, Bruce had been on his last legs as it was.
“You are so going to pay for this,” Bruce whispered breathlessly, as Gordon pulled himself out and walked back into the bathroom to throw the condom out and pick up a towel. He returned, cleaning off first himself and then Bruce.
“I'd like to see you try,” Gordon said as he threw the towel to the floor and crawled over next to Bruce on the bed.
“Is that a challenge?” Bruce looked Gordon over as if seizing him up, probably wondering if he could manage to get the commissioner under him without popping any stitches.
Gordon leaned over Bruce and placed his lips against his, whispering, “No.” And Gordon kissed the younger man long and hard, until they were both completely breathless. They parted, Bruce still on his back to keep the stitches from breaking, and Gordon, for once, curled up at his side, arms around the billionaire possessively as both fell asleep.
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Gordon woke the next morning to the realization that he had less than one week of vacation left. It felt a little weird to wake up and not have to head straight to Major Crimes. He had sneaked in a phone call to Gerry yesterday afternoon before he and Babs drove over to Wayne Manor. In Gordon's absence nothing out of the ordinary happened, but Gerry did mention that Arkham had let go of a few “cured” patients, which seemed unlikely since most people in Arkham were considered incurable. Gerry didn't seem too worried about it, but he also couldn't find a list of who the patients were and that made Gordon just a little bit uneasy. He was sure it was nothing though, and bothering Bruce over it didn't seem like a good idea.
Gordon rolled over expecting to see Bruce asleep next to him, but he found an emptiness instead. He sat up quickly, looking around the room for the clock; only eight in the morning. It was unusual for Bruce to be up so early when he didn't need to be. Gordon found his clothes and quickly dressed and headed down the stairs to the kitchen, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted in his direction. Bruce was already dressed – nice trousers, crisp white shirt and light green tie – and sitting at the counter talking to Alfred with a big grin on his face. It was the first time Gordon had genuinely seen Bruce smile since before he was shot. It was good to see that he was taking, from what it seemed anyway, everything so well.
But that didn't mean Bruce wasn't brooding about it on the inside – in fact Gordon was sure the billionaire was thinking of some way to convince Gordon to let him go patrolling sooner rather than later. And if Gordon knew Bruce well enough, he'd try every move in his little playboy book to get Gordon to let him. It wasn't like Gordon could stop Bruce, really, but it seemed lately that Bruce tried harder to do things that appeased the commissioner rather than made him regretful. Gordon liked that he didn't feel he had to worry that Bruce was going to go behind his back all the time to do things, even though Gordon himself had been going behind Bruce's back to smoke, but he had a suspicion that Bruce knew anyway and just wasn't giving Gordon grief about it.
“You're up early,” Gordon grumbled as Alfred handed him a mug of coffee and he went to sit next to Bruce at the counter. Bruce tipped his head just slightly in Gordon's direction, a weary grin spread on his face that lit his sleepless hazel eyes.
“Hard to sleep when every move you make feels like someone is tearing a hole into you,” Bruce explained as he took a sip from his mug.
“They gave you pain medication. Why don't you use it and get some sleep?” Gordon asked and Alfred snorted and turned his back to the two gentlemen. Gordon glared at the butler's back and then back to Bruce who rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“I don't like the side effects. I don't feel in control.” What Bruce didn't mention was that he felt he could deal with the pain himself, Gordon knew, because that was just how Bruce was. Bleed through the pain.
“I wish you'd take just one to sleep. You're really not pleasant when you don't get enough sleep,” Gordon teased, giving Bruce another once over of his outfit for the day. Gordon had almost forgotten they had that acrobat show later that afternoon – a show he couldn't say he was looking forward to, but seeing as his kids were coming to stay for a few weeks at the manor and the show was a treat to everyone, he would try to enjoy himself.
“Oh? And let you take advantage of me? You've done quite enough of that without me being on pain drugs,” Bruce retorted, a gleam in his eyes as he winked at Gordon. The commissioner narrowed his eyes at Bruce and shook his head in annoyance.
“You better watch it, or I'm going to –” Gordon started but Babs walked in with a horrified look on her face, hands to her ears.
“Child in the room,” She whined as she walked towards the refrigerator, dropping her hands when it looked safe enough that Gordon and Bruce weren't going to continue.
“Good morning to you, too,” Bruce said in a chipper tone. Gordon couldn't help but notice that the way all three of them acted around each other was very much that of an actual family, right down to Babs going straight to the refrigerator. He started to wonder if Bruce would ever actually ask them to move in and then mentally kicked himself for even thinking it; they hadn't even been together for a year, less if he counted the few months they were apart. Stupid, stupid thoughts to be having, Jim.
“When are Jimmy and Susan arriving?” Babs asked as she took out the orange juice and started to pour herself a glass.
“Soon,” Bruce said as he glanced at his watch. “Barbara called earlier and asked if she could drop them a little early. Apparently she has a few meetings to attend.”
Gordon nodded. It was odd that Barbara talked to Bruce at all after the funeral incident, but Bruce swore they had worked it out, and yet Barbara was now the one avoiding Jim's phone calls, probably feeling awkward herself. Hopefully she came, dropped the kids, and left. Hopefully.
“Babs, since Jim has so decidedly told you that in two years you can make your own decisions on whether you go to college or fight crime – I thought that it being the case you should start some martial arts classes downtown,” Bruce said as he leaned back on the sofa, grimacing as he did. Gordon felt for the younger man; getting comfortable anywhere was not easy after two gunshots wounds.
“Why not with you? “ Babs asked eagerly. Bruce slid a glance to Gordon who sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his chest to suggest he was staying out of it.
“I wasn't exactly trained in any one real martial arts form. I honestly think it would be better for you to learn at least one form first,” Bruce explained, and Babs rolled her eyes and mumbled something about that not being quite fair, but she didn't give a direct answer. Gordon knew Bruce had won that round. He would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved for it; Bruce had a good style, but it always seemed dangerous.
Alfred walked down the stairs and Babs quickly got to her feet, kissing Gordon goodnight on the cheek and carefully giving Bruce a hug, which surprised even Bruce. Maybe she understood better than she wanted to. She then said goodnight and headed upstairs.
Gordon narrowed his eyes on Bruce who shrugged innocently and then gestured upstairs. Which was how they happened to be in Bruce's bedroom a few minutes later, Bruce seated on the edge of the bed and Gordon at his feet ,taking the playboy's shoes and socks off. He then stood, helping Bruce to his feet and began to undress him the rest of the way, starting with his shirt, fingering the little shiny buttons and very gently pushing the material down over Bruce's shoulders until it hit the floor. A little blood had seeped into the carefully placed bandages, so it was definitely time to replace them.
Gordon gently removed each one and threw them in the garbage. Bruce was looking at him openly. “So, what's the plan?”
“I think it's pretty obvious, Bruce. You need a bath. And I'm going to help you,” Gordon said flatly. He didn't want Bruce to assume too much; the effect of surprise and yearning wouldn't be quite the same.
Still, Bruce read too much into it. Gordon knew he'd have to make this interesting. He unbuckled Bruce's belt and threw it in the corner, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the fly down, tugging the waist of the pants and boxers down together with his thumbs. Gordon was very careful not to touch Bruce anywhere during this process, which only seemed to make the billionaire more antsy, as he tried desperately to push his groin into Gordon's hands as they swept past with the pants and boxers. Leaving them on the floor, he stood and helped Bruce step out of them, leaving him completely naked.
“And what about you, Commissioner?” Bruce asked teasingly, looking the older man up and down. Gordon shrugged as he took Bruce by the hand and lead him into the bathroom. Gordon had asked Alfred to bring up a stool earlier, and the older gentlemen had rolled his eyes, but obliged. Bruce was staring at the stool as Gordon continued to guide him to the bath, turning the water on and helping Bruce step into the tub that was now filling with warm water.
Bruce was glaring at him. Gordon used the best innocent smile he could muster in the situation, considering he was staring at a stark naked Bruce, completely confused and completely vulnerable. Gordon helped Bruce sit down in the tub, and he sighed heavily when Gordon had not started to remove his own clothes to join him. Gordon took the cup and wash cloth that Alfred had left for him off the counter. He filled the cup with water and then sloshed it gently over Bruce's head, careful to have the rest fall down the billionaire's back. He then proceeded to wash Bruce's hair, running his fingers through the soapy strands, massaging his thumbs into Bruce's neck, feeling a lot of the man's tension leave his body.
He rinsed the soap from Bruce's hair and then set the cup down on the counter, picking up the wash cloth and dipping it into the water. So far there was no exchange of words, but Gordon could tell that any moment now Bruce wouldn't be able to keep his thoughts to himself. And he was right.
“This isn't exactly what I was expecting when you said you'd help me bathe,” Bruce said coldly as he propped himself up against the side of the bathtub, his back to Gordon. Gordon started to wash around the stitches on Bruce's upper chest, care not to pull too hard around the edges.
“Well, submerging open wounds in water isn't really a good idea, Bruce,” Gordon explained, dipping his hand down into the water to rinse the cloth, head dipping close to Bruce's ear, close enough that Gordon's mustache brushed ever so slightly against the younger man's skin. Gordon steadied himself with his other hand on Bruce's shoulder, feeling the goosebumps form on the billionaire's skin. They hadn't gotten to finish their 'alone time' earlier, and Gordon knew Bruce was aching for a release – had been since the last time they'd had sex a little over a week ago.
Bruce leaned back into Gordon's touch, bending his head to the side, a gesture for Gordon to finish what he had started early that day. Gordon slid the cloth over Bruce's chest, squeezing the water in a cascade over the younger man's toned muscles as Gordon planted a feather light kiss on Bruce's neck. Gordon ran his free hand up the side of Bruce's neck to his hair, running his fingers though the soft, wet strands he had previously washed. Gordon let the hand with the cloth roam down Bruce's torso, gently caressing with his fingertips, stopping when he reached his hip bone. Gordon kissed a line down to Bruce's left clavicle, flicking his tongue against the soft spot, feeling Bruce wriggle beneath the touch; a soft sigh choked in his throat came out a strained groan.
Letting go of the washcloth, Gordon slowly traced his fingers along the outline of Bruce's hip bone, following the sensitive line down to the younger man's groin. He rested the hand on Bruce's inner thigh, hunched over him, chest to back, mouth firmly on the other man's shoulder, feeling Bruce' shudder under him. Gordon nuzzled Bruce's neck with his nose, bringing his lips to the other man's ear.
“Is this more of what you had in mind?” he asked sensuously, a tone he rarely used even during sex, reserved only for certain occasions when he felt it was best called for. Gordon took his glasses off with the hand that had been in Bruce's hair and placed them on the counter. He went back to kissing Bruce feverishly along the neck, down his jaw line. Bruce mumbled something that Gordon couldn't quite hear, focused too much on the quickening of Bruce's pulse at his neck as each kiss Gordon planced made the billionaire's heart race faster.
Gordon let the hand he had on Bruce's thigh slide over Bruce's already hard penis, taking hold of it in his calloused hands, starting a slow stroke up and down the shaft, touching the underside of the head with his thumb nail, feeling Bruce tense with each flick. A groan escaped Bruce's mouth as his head rolled back against Gordon's chest, eyes tightly shut, teeth white against his reddening lips, biting. Moments like this, moments that Bruce actually let Gordon take what he wanted, take complete control of everything, let Gordon know that there was a piece of Bruce that could let go and let someone do something for him for a change.
For a brief few seconds Gordon felt completely paralyzed at the sight Bruce, face flushed, body jerking at Gordon's touch, hips bucking at each stroke, hands balled into tight fists as he tried to control himself but wanting to give in at the same time. Finally Gordon stopped, grabbed a few bandages from the counter and began to apply them to each wound. Bruce was breathing heavily, taking hold of his own erection, which started to turn Gordon on even more. He finished with the bandages, standing from the stool and began to help Bruce out of the tub, finding it hard to keep his hands off the perfect, naked form in front of him. Bruce pressed his whole body against Gordon's as he stepped out of the tub.
“You know, there is something wrong with this situation,” Bruce whispered as he gestured to the clothes that still covered Gordon's body. Gordon didn't bother with a towel and led Bruce straight to the other room, pushing him as gently as possible to the bed. Gordon pulled the bottle of lubricant and a condom from the drawer of the night dresser and tossed them to the bed for later.
Gordon removed the undershirt he had been wearing, now a bit damp thanks to Bruce, who was now watching him intently while stroking himself in a long, slow fashion. Gordon unbuckled his belt and threw it to the floor while unzipping his pants and letting those, too, fall to the ground along with his boxers. He promptly stepped out of both, getting on his knees on the edge of the bed, scooping Bruce's legs over his shoulders, and burying his face into the crease of his hip and thigh, taking in the masculine scent of the man below him, feeling his own erection harden at the realization that it was for Gordon alone that Bruce was yearning. Gordon left a trail of kisses towards Bruce's penis, nipping under the shaft, enveloping the head with his mouth, swirling his tongue down the shaft. Gordon moved his lips down the shaft again, licking a clean stripe down to Bruce's anus, taking his hands and spreading the billionaire's cheeks. He flicked his tongue teasingly against the hole as Bruce tried to wriggle away, hips thrusting towards the ceiling, hands in Gordon's hair, tugging at the strands he had gripped.
“God, Jim. Don't be such a tease,” Bruce growled as Gordon slid his tongue into Bruce, wetting down the hole completely before moving his face away from Bruce's ass, leaning over him to grab the lube and condom. Bruce was gazing up at him in a daze of lust, eyes predatory and wanting, and Gordon knew Bruce felt almost helpless with the wounds, wanting to contribute to the game and take over. Gordon shook his head with a sly grin.
“Relax.” Gordon whispered as he ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled it down over his own erection and squirted lube onto his penis. He lifted Bruce's legs and hooked his forearms unver Bruce's knees, the younger man's hips rising up to meet Gordon's as he pushed his length into Bruce, feeling the muscles in the other man's ass tighten around him, holding Bruce's hips with his hands to control the rhythm. Gordon thrust into Bruce, grinding the man's hips down on to his, squeezing his own eyes shut, a burst of heat running through his veins, the animal in him taking control and forcing him into Bruce harder and faster, the sound of Bruce's voice begging for more only contributing to the sheer force.
Bruce made a strained groan, hands at his sides tangled in the bedsheets, whispering little dirty words Gordon couldn't quite hear over the sound of slick skin slapping together, the blood rushing in his ears and his own monstrous grunts. He felt his own chest heave, and his body start to shake in violent, heated rage as all the feeling he had been experiencing was drowned out by the spasm he felt in his groin – another thrust and another and he orgasmed in Bruce, who had his hand on his penis waho was working himself into frenzy. Gordon continued to thrust his hips, slower now that he wasn't in a hurry anymore, taking hold of Bruce's penis for him, and working it over with his hand in rough jerking strokes. It didn't take but a few seconds, Bruce had been on his last legs as it was.
“You are so going to pay for this,” Bruce whispered breathlessly, as Gordon pulled himself out and walked back into the bathroom to throw the condom out and pick up a towel. He returned, cleaning off first himself and then Bruce.
“I'd like to see you try,” Gordon said as he threw the towel to the floor and crawled over next to Bruce on the bed.
“Is that a challenge?” Bruce looked Gordon over as if seizing him up, probably wondering if he could manage to get the commissioner under him without popping any stitches.
Gordon leaned over Bruce and placed his lips against his, whispering, “No.” And Gordon kissed the younger man long and hard, until they were both completely breathless. They parted, Bruce still on his back to keep the stitches from breaking, and Gordon, for once, curled up at his side, arms around the billionaire possessively as both fell asleep.
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Gordon woke the next morning to the realization that he had less than one week of vacation left. It felt a little weird to wake up and not have to head straight to Major Crimes. He had sneaked in a phone call to Gerry yesterday afternoon before he and Babs drove over to Wayne Manor. In Gordon's absence nothing out of the ordinary happened, but Gerry did mention that Arkham had let go of a few “cured” patients, which seemed unlikely since most people in Arkham were considered incurable. Gerry didn't seem too worried about it, but he also couldn't find a list of who the patients were and that made Gordon just a little bit uneasy. He was sure it was nothing though, and bothering Bruce over it didn't seem like a good idea.
Gordon rolled over expecting to see Bruce asleep next to him, but he found an emptiness instead. He sat up quickly, looking around the room for the clock; only eight in the morning. It was unusual for Bruce to be up so early when he didn't need to be. Gordon found his clothes and quickly dressed and headed down the stairs to the kitchen, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted in his direction. Bruce was already dressed – nice trousers, crisp white shirt and light green tie – and sitting at the counter talking to Alfred with a big grin on his face. It was the first time Gordon had genuinely seen Bruce smile since before he was shot. It was good to see that he was taking, from what it seemed anyway, everything so well.
But that didn't mean Bruce wasn't brooding about it on the inside – in fact Gordon was sure the billionaire was thinking of some way to convince Gordon to let him go patrolling sooner rather than later. And if Gordon knew Bruce well enough, he'd try every move in his little playboy book to get Gordon to let him. It wasn't like Gordon could stop Bruce, really, but it seemed lately that Bruce tried harder to do things that appeased the commissioner rather than made him regretful. Gordon liked that he didn't feel he had to worry that Bruce was going to go behind his back all the time to do things, even though Gordon himself had been going behind Bruce's back to smoke, but he had a suspicion that Bruce knew anyway and just wasn't giving Gordon grief about it.
“You're up early,” Gordon grumbled as Alfred handed him a mug of coffee and he went to sit next to Bruce at the counter. Bruce tipped his head just slightly in Gordon's direction, a weary grin spread on his face that lit his sleepless hazel eyes.
“Hard to sleep when every move you make feels like someone is tearing a hole into you,” Bruce explained as he took a sip from his mug.
“They gave you pain medication. Why don't you use it and get some sleep?” Gordon asked and Alfred snorted and turned his back to the two gentlemen. Gordon glared at the butler's back and then back to Bruce who rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“I don't like the side effects. I don't feel in control.” What Bruce didn't mention was that he felt he could deal with the pain himself, Gordon knew, because that was just how Bruce was. Bleed through the pain.
“I wish you'd take just one to sleep. You're really not pleasant when you don't get enough sleep,” Gordon teased, giving Bruce another once over of his outfit for the day. Gordon had almost forgotten they had that acrobat show later that afternoon – a show he couldn't say he was looking forward to, but seeing as his kids were coming to stay for a few weeks at the manor and the show was a treat to everyone, he would try to enjoy himself.
“Oh? And let you take advantage of me? You've done quite enough of that without me being on pain drugs,” Bruce retorted, a gleam in his eyes as he winked at Gordon. The commissioner narrowed his eyes at Bruce and shook his head in annoyance.
“You better watch it, or I'm going to –” Gordon started but Babs walked in with a horrified look on her face, hands to her ears.
“Child in the room,” She whined as she walked towards the refrigerator, dropping her hands when it looked safe enough that Gordon and Bruce weren't going to continue.
“Good morning to you, too,” Bruce said in a chipper tone. Gordon couldn't help but notice that the way all three of them acted around each other was very much that of an actual family, right down to Babs going straight to the refrigerator. He started to wonder if Bruce would ever actually ask them to move in and then mentally kicked himself for even thinking it; they hadn't even been together for a year, less if he counted the few months they were apart. Stupid, stupid thoughts to be having, Jim.
“When are Jimmy and Susan arriving?” Babs asked as she took out the orange juice and started to pour herself a glass.
“Soon,” Bruce said as he glanced at his watch. “Barbara called earlier and asked if she could drop them a little early. Apparently she has a few meetings to attend.”
Gordon nodded. It was odd that Barbara talked to Bruce at all after the funeral incident, but Bruce swore they had worked it out, and yet Barbara was now the one avoiding Jim's phone calls, probably feeling awkward herself. Hopefully she came, dropped the kids, and left. Hopefully.