Warnings: semi-awkward mansex
Summary: It's date time for Bruce and Jim, leading up to semi-awkward first time sex.
Notes: Title taken from Are You Ready For Love by Elton John. It one of the only songs I like by him that's not severely overplayed. Fic wasn't inspired by it, I just thought the title was cheesy enough to use. Beta is haruki_yoshi
Bruce Wayne was happy. For the first time in a long time he could say that with confidence, and he couldn't help the smile on his face when he slid his gaze sideways to look at the man sitting next to him.
"Watch the road," Gordon said, his own eyes never leaving the display of his phone. He frowned at something on the screen.
"What is it?" Bruce asked, his smile fading but not yet gone. His grip tightened on the steering wheel just a fraction, anticipating having to turn the car around to take his date back to the MCU.
"Just something wrong with some paperwork on the Zsasz case." Gordon pressed a button on his phone and put it back in his pocket.
"Do you need me to take you back?" Bruce kept his voice light and uncaring, but it was a near thing.
"No, keep going," came the quiet reply. Gordon sighed and leaned his head back on the headrest, rubbing his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. Bruce put a hand on his knee in sympathy.
"Want to cancel dinner?" Again, he tried for a light tone but had the sense he failed when Gordon rolled his head toward him with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not that tired," the other man replied with a small smile, and Bruce's own smile was back now. "I haven't eaten since breakfast."
"Am I going to have to send Alfred down to your office to bring you lunch every day?"
"You'd be very mean to make an old man drive all the way across town just to bring me a sandwich."
"Don't let him hear you say that, he may do it on his own just to spite you."
Gordon chuckled and then sat up when Bruce pulled his car up to the curb of a shabby looking building. From around the corner came a man dressed in a white polo shirt and black slacks. Bruce exited the car and Gordon followed suit, looking confused.
"I thought you were taking me to a little hole in the wall place for dinner?" He stood in the street with his arms crossed.
"I am, as you can see."
"Bruce, this place has valet parking." Gordon's voice was monotone, and he watched with a dark expression as the man drove off with the car.
"How do you know he didn't just steal my car from me?" Bruce said, crossing his own arms.
"I highly doubt you just paid some random stranger a hundred dollars to steal your car." He simply stared when Bruce just stretched his arm toward him.
"C'mon, let me show you inside, you'll like it, I promise." Bruce knew that Gordon hated it when he took them out to expensive places for dinner and so far he'd been good about it, but sometimes he just liked taking Gordon out to places he knew he'd like, despite the price. "I like spoiling you, so sue me," he said, after Gordon sighed and took his hand.
He opened a battered looking door and ushered Gordon into a dimly lit hallway. He started up the seemingly poorly taken care of stairs, but when Gordon didn't follow he turned around to look at him.
"I'm starting to think you really did pay that man to steal your car." He was looking around with a concerned expression on his face. Bruce laughed, descended the three or so steps he'd started up and grabbed the other man's arm to pull him up the stairs. By the time they got to the landing, his hand had migrated to the space between Gordon's shoulder blades, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the soft fabric of his turtleneck.
He could hear the sound of china clinking together and when they rounded the corner they found themselves in a small waiting area. The man behind the desk rose and smiled at them.
"Good evening Mr. Wayne. Please allow me to escort you to your table." They were led through a dimly lit dining area to a small table tucked away in the corner. "The chef will be right out to tell you our menu items. May I provide you with some wine tonight?"
Bruce thought for a moment. Something light, yet acidic to go with the seafood menu he knew they were serving tonight. "Your best German Riesling please."
"Of course." The man left, and Bruce returned his gaze to Gordon's still confused face.
"It's for the rich people who want to spend the evening in a restaurant that's not entirely high scale in appearance," he supplied.
"That's…that's completely asinine." Gordon looked equal parts disgusted and surprised.
Bruce laughed. "I completely agree, but the food here is excellent." He reached across the table and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry for tricking you."
Gordon looked down at his hand then rolled his eyes. "I don't care, it just makes me uncomfortable, you know that."
"Of course, but I can't help but-"
"Spoil me, yes, you mentioned that." Gordon cleared his throat, a blush spreading from his cheeks to down his covered neck. Bruce knew from experience that that blush spread a lot father than his neck, and a thrill of arousal shot down to his groin. He shifted to dissipate the tingle in his thighs, then pulled his hand away when he noticed a man approaching their table. Gordon looked at him warily.
"Good evening gentlemen. My name is Andre, I will be the one preparing your meals for tonight. Will you enjoy one of our appetizers before your main course?" He waited patiently with his hands clasped in front of him for Bruce to answer.
Bruce had to smile at Gordon's discomfort at not having a menu in front of him. "I think we'd like to try the lobster salad and sautéed prawns."
"Very good sir. And for our main entrees we have crusted halibut with lemon caper sauce and eggplant caviar, and crispy Thai snapper with a soy glaze and fried rice."
"I'll have the halibut," he decided, and grinned when Gordon ordered the snapper. He waited until the chef left before saying, "You always order whatever sounds the simplest."
"I'm not as adventurous as you when it comes to food," Gordon huffed.
Their wine and appetizers arrived at the same time, and so they made small talk as they ate, Gordon talking about the completely inept forensics team that had been hired to help them investigate the Zsasz murders and Bruce telling him about the minor, yet unfortunate accident that found Lucius Fox at the business end of a flame thrower at the front of the Tumbler.
"So that's why he's been wearing those hats lately," Gordon said through a mouthful of prawn.
Their entrees came, along with another glass of wine, and Bruce found himself stealing more than one bite off Gordon's plate. Of course, Gordon did his own sampling off Bruce's plate as well, and before long they just swapped meals, Bruce not liking the lemon sauce, which surprised him, and Gordon liking it, surprising them both.
There was an offer of dessert from the chef, but when Gordon shook his head, Bruce declined as well and took the check.
"Do I even want to look at that?" Gordon asked, starting to look uncomfortable again.
"No," Bruce said, signing his name with a flourish at the bottom of the receipt, "and you'll never get a chance to. Live with it." He said the last sentence with a wink and a smile and Gordon avoided his gaze as his face reddened again.
They made their way outside, but instead of going toward the valet, Bruce led them down the street to a small vendor at the corner.
"I know you said you didn't want dessert, but I figured you didn't want a fancy, high priced dessert," Bruce supplied, when he received a confused glance from the other man. When he got a surprised wide-eyed look he just smiled and ordered a funnel cake with extra chocolate syrup. He paid the man with a fifty and told him to keep the change.
They took their time walking back to the car, eating and making small talk yet again. Gordon was going to have the kids for the summer, something Bruce was wary about, if only because he wasn't sure if they knew about….this. He didn't let it put a damper on his mood though.
After the plate was empty, he threw it into a nearby trashcan and saw, out of the corner of his eye, Gordon going to lick a stray bit of powdered sugar off his thumb. He grabbed the other man's hand and sucked the digit into his own mouth, swirling his tongue across the pad, enjoying the taste of sugar on Gordon's flesh. He also enjoyed the subtle quickening of the other man's breath and grinned around his mouthful. He nipped at the pad before he let it go, and let Gordon gape at him for a moment before continuing to their destination.
Gordon was silent now, lost in his own thoughts. Bruce didn't bother to ask what was wrong. He knew the other man overanalyzed everything, and was probably trying to find a place to store what happened this evening into the tidy little boxes he no doubt had in his brain. Instead, he purposely bumped his hand into Gordon's on their walk back to the car, until, with a put upon sign, Gordon grabbed it and held it in his own. Bruce didn't bother to hide the triumphant grin that split his face.
The valet must have spotted them coming down the street because he had the car waiting for them when they finally made it back to the front of the restaurant. Bruce didn't bother opening the door for Gordon, he knew the other man hated that, and took off as soon as Gordon buckled his seat belt.
Not halfway back to the apartment and Gordon's cell phone rang. Bruce frowned but said nothing and Gordon snarled when he put the phone to his ear.
"How hard is it to cross your t's and dot your i's Gibbs? I don't care what mistakes you made, just fix them. No, I don't care if you redo the forms. Just. Fix. It. Don't forget that the Feds are going to go over everything in the case file when we're finished, if you screw it up it's your ass." He hung up and angrily jammed his phone back into his pocket.
"Little harsh on him don't you think?" Bruce asked, amused and maybe just a little turned on.
"He was ruining my date," Gordon grumbled in response and Bruce couldn't help but laugh at that.
When they got back to the apartment, Bruce waited until he shut and locked the front door before shoving Gordon up against the wall to kiss him. He tasted like chocolate and wine. They made their way clumsily toward the bedroom, Bruce not wanting to break the kiss and Gordon stumbling to catch up.
He shoved Gordon onto the bed and then sank to his knees, unbuttoning Gordon's pants. He pushed the placket to one side and pulled out his semi hard penis, lowered his mouth and started to suck. Above him Gordon moaned, leaning on one hand and using the other to tangle in Bruce's hair.
Bruce fisted the bottom of his cock and stroked in counterpoint to his bobbing head. He groaned when he felt the beginnings of precome leak into his mouth and feathered his tongue just under the ridge of the head. Gordon bucked and moaned sharply, his fingers tightening painfully on Bruce's scalp.
Bruce pulled away, if only to make sure he wasn't going to lose any hair, and began to properly undo Gordon's pants. He pulled pants, briefs and shoes off all in one motion and left the other man dressed from the waist up and wearing nothing but a pair of socks from the waist down. He would have laughed if he weren't so turned on.
He placed sucking kisses to the sides of both Gordon's thighs, moving slowly upward until he buried his face in the dark curls at the base of his cock. He inhaled the musk and sweat and ran his tongue up the side of his penis just to hear the other man moan again.
"Fuck, Jim," he said, so hard he hurt, just by making Gordon hard. The things the man did to him…
"If-if you want to," Gordon replied, panting.
Bruce groaned and moved back down to take the other man's cock into his mouth again before he froze. "Wait, what?" His head shot up to catch Gordon's eye. "Are you serious?"
Gordon blinked owlishly at him. "Yes?"
"Oh god…" Bruce gaped, and then couldn't get naked fast enough. He ended up tripping over his shoes as he tried to get his pants off and had to support himself on the nightstand as he kicked the pants away. Gordon laughed then. "What?"
"You look ridiculous," was the affectionate reply. Bruce blushed even as he glared.
"So do you!" he retorted, received narrowed eyes in response, and both men were silent as they stripped as fast as possible. Bruce opened his nightstand and dug around for a condom, panicking when he couldn't find one until he stretched his arm as far back as it would go. He pulled the packet out and squinted at the date on the wrapper. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tossed one onto the bed and grabbed the more easily available tube of lubricant.
He crawled over Gordon's naked body and leaned down to kiss him, as the older man started to look slightly nervous.
"Just…go slow, I've never-"
Bruce kissed him again, slowly, cupping his face between his hands and stroking his thumbs over graying temples. "I won't hurt you, I promise. And if you hate it, we'll never do it again, okay?" Gordon just nodded, taking off his glasses and putting them on the nightstand. Bruce kissed down to his chest, taking a nipple in his mouth and worrying it with his teeth until it tightened. He moved to the other one, grinning as Gordon's breath hitched and he arched ever so slightly into the touch.
Bruce continued down, brushing his lips over a trembling stomach, placing open mouthed kisses against the slightly furred belly. He wasted no time in taking Gordon's cock back into his mouth again. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked lightly, feathering his tongue over the hard shaft before pulling off to lick and suck his testicles, earning him a gasped curse.
He splayed one hand over Gordon's stomach, and used the other one to push his legs further apart. "You need to relax more," he said as he stroked a tense thigh.
"Easy for you to say," Gordon replied, his voice shaky. He dropped his head back onto the pillow and groaned when Bruce licked over his cock.
"Here, put this under you." Bruce moved a pillow under Gordon's hips when he arched. It gave him access to the places just behind Gordon's balls, and so he sucked there, pressing hard with his tongue. Gordon made an odd noise in the back of his throat and shifted his hips restlessly. Bruce pulled back to open the lube, keeping watch of Gordon's face for any sign of fear or uncertainty. All he saw, thankfully, was nervous tension, something that was easily remedied just by making the other man feel too good to care. Bruce set about to do just that.
He poured some lube onto Gordon's cock and began to stroke, twisting his fist at the top and squeezing when he got to the bottom, and before long he had the other man writhing and groaning, his hands clenched in the sheets. He used the distraction to slip one finger into the crack of his ass, rubbing the puckered flesh hidden there. Gordon's breath caught, and he froze as Bruce pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle.
"Don't tense up," Bruce warned, and Gordon slowly exhaled. Bruce felt the flesh around his finger spasm then loosen and he took advantage of the situation and slid another finger in. Gordon gasped and arched away from him.
"Too fast!" he said, trying to squirm away, but Bruce held him fast.
"Sorry," he said, rising to lean over and kiss him in apology. He kept his hand still and worked Gordon's mouth, tonguing his palate and sucking on his bottom lip. When Gordon stopped squirming, he moved his fingers slowly in and out, twisting them and curling them inside, letting Gordon get used to the feeling. He must have moved his fingers over the right spot because Gordon gasped and jerked his hips, his cock pearling with fluid that leaked down the shaft. Bruce did it again and Gordon whimpered.
"O-oh…" His pupils were blown, he panted up at the ceiling, fingers clenched in the sheets so hard the knuckles were white. "Keep doing…oh god…keep doing that."
Bruce continued to curl his fingers over his prostate, and before long Gordon was moving his hips in tandem, fucking himself on the digits inside him. Bruce groaned and rested his forehead on Gordon's chest. "God, please tell me you're ready." He kept one hand tight around his own cock to keep from coming and it was starting to get painful.
"Yes," Gordon gasped. "God yes."
Bruce tore open the condom packet and put it on one handed, not wanting to stop fucking Gordon with his other hand just yet. He squeezed lube onto his cock and slicked himself only until he was completely covered, any more and he would come. He removed his fingers only when the tip of his cock was there to push in right after. He grunted at the tightness, but slid in excruciatingly slowly so Gordon had time to adjust.
"Push against me," Bruce said, and slid in to the hilt when Gordon did. "Oh Christ," he groaned, dropping his head back. It took every ounce of willpower to hold still. He gnashed his teeth against the tingle that went up and down his spine as Gordon's flesh worked over him, adjusting, expanding to make room for his cock.
"Move," Gordon ground out, and Bruce didn't need to be told twice. He started slow, then worked his way to pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in fast, then faster, until he was fucking the other man in earnest, the headboard thumping against the window. Gordon writhed under him, his body twisting to the side so he was moaning continuously into the pillow, one hand clenched on it's edge, the other clawing at the sheets.
"Not…gonna last long," Bruce panted, leaning down to suck on the side of Gordon's throat. He fisted the other man's cock in one hand, stroking counterpoint to his thrusts. One of Gordon's hands shot out and grabbed his wrist, squeezing painfully and Bruce stopped when he saw jets of semen shoot out of Gordon's cock to land on his ribs and chest. Gordon whimpered through is nose, his whole body spasming with his orgasm. Bruce continued to stroke, slower this time, milking his cock until his hand got shoved away.
He continued his thrusts, and it didn't take much until he came, groaning through is teeth as he ground against Gordon's ass. His whole body tensed, thighs trembling, and he held himself in place as his cock pulsed and emptied itself into the condom. When his muscles unlocked, he crumpled on top of Gordon, panting hard, and when the blood stopped rushing in his ears, he could hear his breath echoed by the man under him.
Gordon's body shook, and Bruce's hands were unsteady as he slid out and pulled the condom off his utterly spent cock. He tossed it toward the wastebasket, relieved to see it land in its intended target before he groaned and rolled to the side, throwing an arm over his eyes, his chest still heaving. When he calmed enough, he propped himself up on his elbow and stared down at Gordon's still flushed face. He leaned down and kissed lax lips, barely getting a response and his ego thrilled at the sight below him when he pulled away. Disheveled hair, numerous red marks on pale skin, ribbons of semen sticking to his chest, Gordon looked thoroughly fucked. Bruce smirked.
"That sounded like you didn't hate it," he said, and received a pillow to the face in answer. He didn't think he'd get any more in the way of conversation out of the other man, so he moved over to the farthest side of the bed and then pulled Gordon toward him. He didn't think the other man would appreciate sleeping in the wet spot, but by the way he seemed comatose, he probably wouldn't have cared until morning anyway. He got up and made his way to the bathroom for a wet cloth to wipe Gordon's body with.
When he returned, the other man was already asleep, which made things easier when he dipped the warm cloth in between Gordon's legs to rub over his raw ass and clean away the lube that was left there. He used a clean part of the washcloth to mop up the semen drying on Gordon's chest, then he threw the soggy towel toward the bathroom. It landed on the floor with a squelching sound and Bruce finally settled into bed, pulling Gordon flush against him and burying his face into the back of his neck.
Before he drifted off to sleep, he thought to himself, 'I could get used to this.'
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