Constancy

by Weirdness Magnet
June 12, 2004

Disclaimers: They belong to Warner Brothers and DC.

Spoilers: None

Summary: Some things don't change.

Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17

Acknowledgments: For the Jack for correctly identifying a particular comics issue from whence came the references to the Triple-X machine. It was supposed to be a drabble, but at 241 words, it's more of a snippet. I'm long-winded when it comes to porn. Sue me.

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Bruce sits at the console monitoring the patrol. He watches Terry dispatch a small band of Jokerz and ignores the teasing licks to the head of his cock. It hardens anyway.

He leans back in the chair and notices the stark whiteness of his pubic hair. He recalls how black it used to be, as was the hair of the man currently fellating him. Things change.

He concentrates instead on the heat of the mouth surrounding him and the way the younger man's fingers expertly massage the base of his shaft, exactly as hard as he likes it. The feeling of being sucked off at the console brings back a flood of pleasant memories, the same way the smell of gingerbread reminds other people of Christmas mornings.

He punches the communications tab. "Terry." It's very nearly a groan.

"You okay?"

"Fine." The mouth on him sucks harder and Bruce threads his fingers through the man's white hair. "Finish the sweep and return home. Someone here I want you to meet."

"Acknowledged. You sure you're okay? You sound--"

"Over and out."

He tightens his fingers in the white hair and comes groaning.

The blue eyes sparkle up at him. The man's smile is still as open as it ever was, even if his eyes show all his age. Bruce traces a finger down the creases of his cheek.

"Dick," he murmurs, and gets kissed for his trouble. Some things don't change.


~end