Title: Two Bits
Rating: NC-17 baby, woohoo!
Word count: 1088
Summary: (I forgot to put this in here, whoops) Gordon has a shaving accident that leads to a strange consequence.
Notes: Written because I've had this idea floating around in my head forever but I was just too lazy to type it. My beta was akomai_shugaioh, any mistakes you can blame her I kid I kid.
Because I got a new keyboard...
Gordon eyed his moustache in the foggy bathroom mirror. It was in need of a major trim. Having been on vacation for the past week and a half, he’d really let his appearance go. It honestly didn’t matter since he hadn’t left the apartment in those eleven days, and the only two people to see him were Bruce and Alfred.
Today though, today his kids were flying in from Chicago. It was the start of their summer vacation, and Barbara had no problem letting the kids spend it with him. She’d been hesitant at first, still citing his work habits as a reason why she wouldn’t let them stay, but when Gordon finally told her about Bruce and the effect the other man had on him, she’d agreed after a few minutes of surprised sputtering.
He smiled at the memory and wiped the mirror clean. Rooting around in the drawer he found a pair of scissors and a small comb and got to work. First he brushed the hair up and clipped any stray hairs that stuck out in weird directions, then he flattened it and trimmed the bottom to make it even. He washed the scissors and comb and put them back in the drawer, and took out an electric trimmer that Bruce had given him for his birthday. He set about working on the corners of his mouth when there was a loud noise right outside the door that made him jump.
“Sorry, sorry!” Bruce yelled from the other side. “The dog doesn’t know how to stop on tile floors, apparently!”
Gordon shook his head, rolling his eyes heavenward. He still didn’t know how Bruce convinced him that getting a dog was a good idea. At least the kids would have fun with it. He turned his attention back to the mirror.
“Son of a bitch!” He stared at his reflection in horror. A little less than half his moustache was gone, shaved cleanly off. His mind tried to find a way to remedy the situation, and unless he wanted to glue the missing hair back on, he was going to have to shave the rest of it off. He stopped frowning just long enough to do so and threw the trimmer back in the drawer in disgust. “Damnit.”
He washed his face and scrubbed it dry with a towel, a little rougher than normal. When the bathroom door opened, he leveled a glare in Bruce’s direction.
“Sorry about that. I hope you didn’t cut yourse-” Bruce stopped, staring at Gordon with a strange, confused expression on his face. Then his expression swiftly changed from surprised to…aroused.
Now it was Gordon’s turn to be confused. He didn’t have much time to consider it though, because Bruce was in front of him, leaning down to take his lips with his own. Gordon responded instinctively, putting his hands on Bruce’s ribs and pulling him closer, before he realized what he was doing.
Bruce settled against him, pushing Gordon into the edge of the sink. He took Gordon’s upper lip between his teeth and sucked, ran his tongue over the now smooth flesh, then pressed their lips back together in a proper kiss.
Bruce’s mouth tasted like toothpaste and-
“Were you eating the cookies Alfred had baked for the kids?” Gordon pulled away long enough to ask.
“Maybe,” Bruce replied, mouthing down Gordon’s neck. “You didn’t tell me you were going to shave it off.”
“I didn’t mean to.” Gordon groaned when Bruce bit his shoulder and squirmed against him as his cock began to swell.
“I like it. Makes you look,” Bruce bit him again, rubbing their groins together as he did so, “younger.”
“R-really?” Gordon dropped his head back as Bruce moved to suck on his neck, then he ducked away. “No marks that the kids can see,” he warned. Bruce pouted for a fraction of a second before kissing him again, pushing his tongue past parted lips to dip inside his mouth.
“We really don’t have time for this,” Bruce said, even as he pulled Gordon’s towel from his hips and began to undo the button and zipper of his own jeans. He fumbled in the drawer for a bottle of lotion and both men groaned as their cocks touched. Gordon gasped when Bruce took them both in hand and began to stroke slowly with a loose fist.
Gordon bucked against him and hissed, “If we don’t have time for this, quit teasing!” He leaned further back against the sink and moaned when the fist on his cock tightened. Bruce panted harshly above him, hips thrusting in counterpoint to his hand. He leaned down to capture Gordon’s upper lip again.
“Shit,” Bruce groaned, his hand working them both furiously, his grip getting tighter as he neared orgasm. Gordon thrust against him, hands scrabbling on the slick surface of the sink, trying to find some kind of leverage. The edge of the marble countertop dug into his back and pain flared through his legs and up his spine when Bruce moved against him particularly hard.
He reached down and circled his hand around the other man’s and Bruce let out a sound like a wounded animal and came, sticky warm semen falling over their entwined fingers. Gordon continued stroking through Bruce’s orgasm until the other man started to shudder as his cock became hypersensitive to touch.
Bruce pulled away, though he still kept his hand around Gordon, letting the other man set the pace. Before long Gordon felt the familiar, tingling tension in his abdomen as his orgasm approached, and he curled in on himself as he came, body trembling with each pulse. He exhaled afterward, jerking involuntarily with each aftershock of pleasure.
He was now far enough up on the sink that when he leaned his head back it touched the mirror on the wall. He stayed like that, breathing hard, letting Bruce rest against him until it became too painful and he had to move.
He slowly uncurled his hand and pulled it away from his spent cock. “I’m going to need a shower. Again.”
Bruce leered at him, stepping out of his jeans and briefs. “Gonna shave anything else while you’re in there?”
“If this is the way you react to me shaving off my moustache, I’m afraid of what shaving something else is going to get me.”
Bruce grabbed a razor from the sink drawer and waggled his eyebrows. “Wanna find out?”
Gordon snorted and shoved him toward the shower stall. “Shut up.”