Notes: Originally written for the Virgin Lex Challenge Number 7 over at www.livejournal.com/community/virginlex. Pair Lex up with someone for his first time, with a theme of summer lovin'. I chose to use Lex and Bruce Wayne at summer camp when they are teens.

Sixteen-year-old Lex Luthor scowled as the limousine pulled up near the administration building of his prison. The summer camp had a long, Native-American sounding name with a lot of vowels, and Lex couldn't care enough to try to read it. A circle of buildings with log cabin facades formed a clearing that was currently being used as a parking lot. Within the lot, boys with their parents or guardians climbed out of vehicles ranging from a rusty Toyota Celica to stretch limos.

Lionel had sentenced Lex to outdoor activities, clean air, and youthful camaraderie for eight weeks, and had slyly mentioned the girls' camp across the lake. The camp was specially designed for boys of wealthy families; it had the simplicity of an average summer camp, yet catered to the elite as a means to provide the experience without lowering anyone to plebian standards. Lex had been informed he wouldn't be reduced to playing kickball. As Lex clambered out of the limo at Lionel's glare, he looked around at his new surroundings.

Log cabins interspersed with trees stretched as far as he could see. Window-boxes with multi-colored flowers sitting in them lined each cabin. Butterflies the size of small song birds danced crazily through the air. Squirrels chittered along with the birds, racing in games of tag around trees. The sun was warm, the air clear.

It was pretty.

It was quaint.

It made Lex want to puke.

For the first week, Lex did his best to avoid the other campers and his startlingly geeky counselor. He didn't care about Lionel's threats to "socialize, learn, and take advantage;" he had enough of that at Excelsior. Lex went to the scheduled activities late and did his best to leave early, chose his electives by picking ones he already knew how to do, and never went to the strictly social activities like the weekend bonfires or the daily swim.

It was hot, there were insects, and Lex didn't want to go outside too often. And he didn't want to ever talk to anyone.

So, it couldn't have been a surprise to his bunkmates that first Saturday night when he turned down their offer to come with them to spy on the girls' camp. At the offer, Lex had merely raised his eyebrow and asked if they were suddenly in a bad `80s movie. The other boys just shrugged him off and left, though he swore one of them called him a faggot.

Whatever. Just because he liked guys better than girls didn't make him a faggot. And they didn't know that for a fact, anyway. Just more name-calling and rude comments. Nothing Lex wasn't used to.

After his bunkmates left, wearing black and clutching flashlights and charcoal, Lex stretched out on his bed and tried to think of something to do. He didn't really feel like doing much other than maybe grabbing a drink somewhere, but alcohol was strictly prohibited at camp because of some huge problem a few years ago. He hadn't yet found a way to get some into his cabin.

Lex reached his hands back, stretching further, and realized how tight his shoulders were. At home and at Excelsior he had gone swimming every day, but since he got to camp there wasn't a way for him to swim unobserved, by either other campers or the decidedly sleazy-looking lifeguard. Really, what middle-aged man makes a career out of watching teenaged boys swim all day?

Lex decided to go for a swim. It would be easy enough to avoid other campers because it was fairly late, and the lake was big enough that he could find a place far away from the designated swim area. Not that anyone should be down there this late, but it couldn't hurt to be safe.

Twenty minutes later, after narrowly avoiding a group of stoned counselors in a clearing in the woods, Lex pulled off his t-shirt and shoes on the shore of the lake. He had found an area where the shore of the lake curved enough that he wouldn't be visible to anyone at the shore of his camp. Far to the left, he could make out a few lights of the girls' camp.

He stepped into the water, noting that it was cold, and the bottom was muddy. He tried to quell his flinch as the mud seeped between his toes. When he was in the water up to his waist, he dove under, submerging himself. When he broke the surface again, he stood and tightened the drawstring on his trunks, just in case.

He then started to swim, stroking loosely through the water to warm up. After twenty-five strokes he turned around and returned to roughly where he had started. He stood again when he was about waist deep, and brushed at the water on his arms. He knew he was going to smell like the lake, so he'd have to shower before he got back to his cabin. He didn't care if anyone knew where he was, but he didn't want his sheets smelling like lake water.

He thought he could actually get used to the feeling of mud and leaves on the floor of the lake, until he shifted his weight and his foot came into contact with a slimy rock. He grimaced.

Lex scanned his eyes across the opposite end of the lake. The moon was almost full, a waxing gibbous that lit up the sky and reflected prettily on the surface of the lake. He squinted his eyes and tried to judge how far it was across to the other side. He usually swam about a mile, and it looked to be a bit more than half a mile across.

Lex was so absorbed in trying to decide if the distance was too far to swim after being out of practice for a week that the blur rising out of the water right in front of him made him yelp and flail backwards, splashing water loudly.

When he was able to focus on the shape in front of him, he realized it was a boy. A tall, dark-haired boy with nice shoulders and a six-pack.

"Lex?" The boy looked surprised. Lex couldn't blame him.

"Yeah?" Lex recognized him now. It was Bruce, the boy who sat in the far corner of the room in Abstraction, Sculpture, and Simulacra, an advanced version of the camp activity which normal people would call "arts and crafts." The boys just called it Ass Class.

"What are you doing out here?"

Always on the defensive, Lex replied, "I could ask you the same thing." He cocked his head in the Luthor manner used to draw information from people.

Bruce smirked. "I have a feeling our answers would be the same."

Lex smiled, a smile he knew was too small for a lot of people to see. But Bruce smiled back. "I'm just swimming. I don't like the daily swims. Too many people and not enough room."

"Same here. And I don't like the way that lifeguard looks at me."

Lex nodded. "Like you're cookies and he's starving."

"Or like he wants to get his mouth on my cookies." Both boys laughed.

"So, Bruce, do you normally choose to swim underneath the water and surface two feet away from other swimmers, or am I a special case?"

Bruce looked sheepish. "I actually didn't see you until I was almost on top of you. In my own thoughts and all."

"Good thing you weren't closer to the dock. Or a shark."

"There aren't any sharks. It's a freshwater lake."

"You obviously haven't watched enough made-for-TV movies."

"You're right. I don't watch a lot of TV." This was a stupid conversation. Lex wanted to fix that. He wanted to get to know this stranger with the swimmer's body.

"So, Bruce, where are you from?"

"Gotham City."

Oh... Lex put the pieces together now. This must be Bruce Wayne. He remembered his parents going to the memorial service when the Waynes died. He hadn't heard anything about them, or their son, since.

"I'm from Metropolis."

"I know. I saw you arrive with your father. I've been following his work. It's very..."

"Controversial?"

Bruce smiled again. "Exactly."

"So. Do you want to do something, since we don't actually seem to be swimming like either of us planned?"

"I'll race you."

"To where?"

Bruce turned and pointed, and Lex followed his hand to an outcropping of rock along the shore that looked to be about a third of a mile away.

"Okay. Just there, or there and back?"

"Just there. That's where I put my clothes and towel."

"Sure." After a small argument about who would say "Go," they were off. Lex soon fell behind, his body not quite used to the chill of the water. Bruce was clearly in better shape than he was, anyway. But then the Luthor determination welled up inside of him, and he stroked harder, focusing a little less on form and a little more on sheer strength to pull himself through the water. He reached the rocks only a few strokes behind Bruce, aided by Bruce's drag.

Bruce got out of the water and climbed onto the rocks. Lex followed. Bruce bent down and grabbed a towel, which he pulled around his shoulders. He also produced a bottle of water, which he sipped from, then spit. At Lex's glance, he told him he liked to rinse out his mouth after swimming, especially in natural bodies of water.

Out of the water, hair pushed up where he rubbed his towel against it, Bruce really did paint a picture of what a teenaged boy should look like. Lex let his eyes follow the planes and contours of Bruce's body, water dripping down the well-developed thighs. Bruce wore a Speedo, or at least that style if he didn't lower himself to a cheap commercial brand. Lex was very, very grateful for the cold water, because he knew he would be embarrassing himself right now if it had been warm. The water clearly hadn't affected Bruce too badly.

Bruce cleared his throat, and Lex looked up sheepishly. Bruce's voice somehow got deeper as he ordered, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Lex cursed his own skin as he felt a blush rising. It didn't matter that Bruce probably couldn't see it in the dark; blushing was unbecoming for a Luthor. "Sorry. You're just... attractive."

"I know." Lex raised his eyebrow at Bruce's cocky statement. Bruce sighed and pulled his towel fully around his shoulders, covering up much more skin than Lex wanted him to. "Lex, I've had girls from our sister school drooling over me since my parents died." Bruce got quiet. "I'm not really used to guys, though."

Just what in the hell was Bruce telling him? Lex was confused. "Used to guys in what way?"

"You know. A more than platonic way. Usually the guys are just jealous of me for one reason or another. They don't notice me as anything more than rich competition, which is unnecessary and unfortunate." Bruce frowned.

Lex sighed. "Do you like girls? If you do, then you're competition. Attractive competion."

"Yes... girls serve their purpose." Bruce looked past Lex into the woods after shooting Lex an undecipherable look.

"So you've, uh, had sex?" Lex blushed yet again. Apparently cute boys turned Lex into a blushing teenaged girl with the verbal skills associated with one. As long as he didn't say "like" after every third word, he felt he was okay. Maybe it was just being so near to Bruce.

Bruce looked at him sideways and pulled on his black t-shirt. "Yes. I'm tall, dark, and handsome, or so I've been told, and I'm also wealthy and mysterious and have a dark side. Chicks dig that. I've had to practically set up a schedule to post on my door."

"Oh. So you probably have a girlfriend waiting for you at home." Lex tried to keep his disappointment out of his voice.

"Not exactly." Bruce shrugged. "Girls soon realize that I'm... damaged." He seemed to sink into himself. "Once they realize that they can't fix me, they leave. No one wants to deal with a guy who constantly mourns, who never forgets. I also have the ability to recall conversations nearly word for word. Girls don't like that. Don't want to get caught in their own lies and indiscretions."

Bruce paused, then asked Lex, "What about you? Guys, girls, both? At the same time?" Bruce smirked, and Lex found it far sexier than Bruce's frown. Those girls looking for the `sensitive and deep' guy were crazy.

"I've kissed a few of each gender. Haven't gotten farther than that. People are attracted to your oddities, but they are repulsed by mine." Lex stared down the lake, barely able to see the lights from the girls' camp. He wasn't sure why he and Bruce were sharing life stories.

"Well, I find you interesting." All of a sudden Bruce was in Lex's space, cradling the back of Lex's head in one hand. "Your flaw is visible. Anyone who is attracted to you knows what it is. And you are better off for having people get close to you who can see past imperfection." Bruce stared down into Lex's eyes.

Lex wasn't positive what Bruce was talking about. Was he trying to say he liked Lex? Did he really think that Lex wasn't flawed internally as well? What the hell was going on? Maybe Bruce used drugs. None of Lionel's lessons gave him a hint of what to do when attractive male millionaires hit on him. And if they did, he probably would have been disgusted at how Lionel knew anything about the topic.

But Lex was attracted to Bruce. Bruce was pretty. And built. And even in the darkness, his eyes shone with something Lex couldn't identify. And Bruce's lips felt...

Oh. Oh... While Lex was having his quiet freak-out, Bruce had dipped his head and pressed his lips to Lex's. Bruce was so warm! And he seemed to know what he was doing... Before he realized it, Lex had accepted Bruce's press of tongue, urging Bruce to take his mouth over and over.

After quite a while, and yet much too soon, Bruce pulled back. Lex gazed up at him and took in Bruce's used appearance. Lips swollen, face flushed even in the darkness, eyes wide. One of Bruce's hands had found its way around Lex's waist. Bruce didn't make a move to remove it, which Lex wouldn't have minded if he weren't trying to stamp down his growing erection.

Lex swallowed, out of breath. "That was. Intense." And abrupt. And Lex wanted more.

Even though he was in better shape, Bruce was also out of breath. "Yeah. Intense." Bruce seemed to finally realize that his arm was still wrapped around Lex. He withdrew it slowly while trailing his fingers over the waistband of Lex's trunks.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Lex looked around for his shirt, towel, and shoes, then remembered that they were elsewhere. "Maybe we should. I don't know. Go somewhere else?"

"I'd like that." Bruce apparently felt self-conscious, too, because he started rubbing nervously at the back of his own neck.

"Then let's-" Any further plans were cut off by the arrival of Lex's counselor, Russell.

"Mr. Luthor! You're out past lights out! Please follow me back to your cabin." The scrawny, bespectacled older boy trying to command power over Lex made Lex want to laugh hysterically. But he knew he should comply because Russell might call Lionel. And he didn't need his father to know that he was caught half-naked by the lake with another boy.

"Coming, Russell." Lex turned back to Bruce, who had moved three feet away from him and had tugged on his shorts and sneakers. "I'll see you tomorrow, maybe."

Bruce nodded, then leaned past Lex to pick up his towel from the ground. "Absolutely. You'll definitely be coming then."

Wide-eyed, Lex watched as Bruce drifted past him, across the shore, and into the trees. He would have just stared at the place where Bruce disappeared into the darkness, replaying their makeout session over and over, but Russell made sure to get Lex's attention and escort him back to his clothes, and then the cabin.

Russell dropped him off, then went to his own counselor's cabin. Lex quickly left to go grab a shower, then returned. He slunk into bed, glad that it was dark because he knew he had a stupid-looking smile on his face. He was mentally replaying watching Bruce climb onto the rocks after their race, bathing suit clinging to Bruce's beautifully sculpted ass, when Eric, one of his cabin mates, startled him out of his thoughts.

"So, Lex, where were you while we were watching girls have a nearly-nude pillow fight?"

"Swimming."

"By yourself?"

"For a while. Then Bruce joined me."

"You seduce him? Have a little boy-on-boy action?" Lex tried to ignore the snickers of his other cabin mates.

"No." Bruce seduced him. "Were the girls really half naked?"

"Not that you'd care, but they might as well have been."

"Were they really having a pillow fight?"

"Kind of. They were brushing their teeth from where we were. And one was reading one of those Chicken Soup books."

"Sounds thrilling."

"Just wait. One of these nights we're going to catch some girls making out or something. And it's gonna be hot. And you'll wish you were there."

Lex let his mind take him to the point of the night when Bruce moaned when Lex changed the angle of his head, and the way Bruce's tongue felt as it stroked his.

Yeah, he really missed a lot by not spying on those girls.

The next evening, as camp activities were nearly done for the night, Lex slipped away from the bonfire after catching Bruce's eye across it. He went to the clearing where he found the stoned counselors the night before. Scattered on the ground were the remains of several joints and a condom. Lex wasn't sure if he really wanted to know, or really didn't.

Within two minutes, Bruce quietly entered the clearing. He smiled. "I'm not really sure we're subtle, Lex."

Lex returned the smile. "That's why we're not staying here." He then led Bruce through the trees until he reached a smaller clearing with grass that wasn't stomped down. "This one's a little more private."

"Are we going to be doing something illicit?" Bruce's smirk really was quite lovely. Lex really hoped to see it in the daytime soon.

"That's what I had assumed." Lex hoped his smirk was as powerful.

Bruce crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not always that easy, you know."

Lex rolled his eyes. "I'll be sure to buy you dinner next week. Maybe take you to a movie. That better?"

Bruce smirked again, and Lex's world narrowed until it was just him and Bruce. "Definitely. I can guarantee I'll put out then."

"But not tonight?"

"We'll have to see. I'm not exactly used to this. Being with another guy." Bruce finally closed the distance between himself and Lex, and put his hands on Lex's waist as his lips attacked Lex's.

Within moments, Lex found himself pressed into a tree, one hand underneath Bruce's shirt, Bruce's tongue in his mouth, Bruce's thumbs pressed tightly against his hips, Bruce's moans in his ears, and the bark of the tree digging painfully against his spine. He had never been happier in any other position in his entire life.

Bruce's mouth was talented, and Lex soon found himself grinding his erection against Bruce's, Bruce pressing him against the tree even harder. Just as he thought he might actually orgasm from the stimulation, Bruce pulled back.

Lex groaned while panting. "Bruce, please..."

Bruce rested his sweaty forehead against Lex's. "I have an idea. I don't want to come in my pants, but I know I'm going to if we don't stop."

Lex, still panting, replied, "What's this idea?"

"You know that song, `If masturbation's lost its fun, you're fucking lazy'?"

"No."

"It's on the radio all the time. It's by Green Day."

"I don't listen to the radio."

"I like it sometimes. It only requires one of my senses."

Okay...

"So what are the lyrics?"

"Well, it's mostly about being a slacker, and doing drugs, but has that line `if masturbation's lost its fun, you're fucking lazy.' Don't you think that's true?"

"It's never lost its fun. And if you don't get back to kissing me, I'm going to have to resort to it right now."

"Exactly."

"What?" Bruce was possibly the most enigmatic boy Lex had ever met. Which, really, was quite an accomplishment.

"Have you ever heard of mutual masturbation?"

"It's when two people jerk themselves off at the same time, while watching each other, right?" Suddenly Bruce seemed to be a genius.

"Yes. You in?"

Lex thought of what Bruce would look like, dick sliding in his hand, moaning, maybe playing with his nipples at the same time... All of a sudden Lex was very, very hard, and replied breathlessly, "Yes. Oh god yes."

Bruce leaned back down to take Lex's mouth again, refueling the fire. Just as Lex felt himself getting close, Bruce pulled back. Lex's eyes were closed, until he heard the sound of Bruce unzipping his shorts.

Even though it was dark out, the moon was full enough to illuminate the clearing so that Lex could see Bruce reach into his boxers with one hand. Even as he watched Bruce pull out his erection, Lex moved his hands to his own pants, in such a rush that his fingers couldn't manipulate the zipper properly until he forced himself to stop and take a breath.

Bruce was. Big. Bigger than Lex was. Lex's eyes were drawn up from Bruce's groin to his face as Bruce moaned as he thrust into his own hand. Bruce's eyes were shut tight, but he opened them at Lex's gasp. Lex's hand finally found its way around his cock, while his eyes were trapped staring into Bruce's.

Bruce broke eye contact first, his gaze trailing down Lex's torso and to Lex's fast-moving hand. Lex used his other hand to pull his t-shirt over his head. He tried not to smirk when Bruce instantly mimicked the action. Once again Lex was treated to the sight of nicely-sculpted Bruce bathed in moonlight, muscles flexing as Bruce's hand moved.

Bruce's other hand slid into his boxers, and Lex could only imagine what the motions he could see were actually accomplishing. Bruce's hand cupping and rubbing his scrotum. Bruce spread his legs a little more to give himself better access. Lex forced his eyes to wander back up Bruce's body, just in time to catch his eyes flutter closed.

Lex shut his own as well, wanting to focus on the feeling of his own hand on his cock, fingers slipping in his precum, the sounds of Bruce pleasuring himself. His balance wasn't as great with his eyes closed, and the position was awkward anyway, and he soon leaned back against the tree to give himself more leverage. He began thrusting harder in his hand, teasing one of his nipples with the other. He knew he was close, the waves coming harder and stronger each stroke.

At the sound of Bruce grunting loudly, Lex's eyes shot open. Bruce gave himself a few more rough strokes, and visibly climaxed, falling forwards against the tree with one hand braced next to Lex's head, splattering ejaculate all over Lex. Lex didn't even try to hold back as he reach up to kiss Bruce, stroking himself harder until he shuddered and came on Bruce's stomach. Lex fell back against the tree and Bruce followed, again resting his forehead on Lex's.

"Holy shit," Bruce panted against him.

"Fuck, yeah."

Without saying anything else, Bruce resumed kissing Lex with fervor, pressing against him and smearing cum between them.

It was about the most wonderful feeling Lex had ever experienced.

Out of breath to begin with, Lex pulled his lip from between Bruce's teeth so that he could breathe easily. Bruce simply moved down to Lex's neck, sucking at his carotid artery.

"Bruce, wait. Don't give me a hickey, people will know..."

Bruce pulled off with a wet sound. "I'm sure my semen on your shorts will be enough of a tip-off."

Lex groaned. "Please tell me you're kidding."

Bruce used his thumb to rub at something below Lex's pocket. "Just make sure to wash these soon before the stain sets."

"Who are you, Martha Stewart?"

"As if Martha Stewart ever had semen on her clothes. And, no. My guardian taught me how to do laundry. He knew I'd be fascinated by the chemistry."

Lex looked into Bruce's eyes. "If I didn't like you so much, I'd tell you you're odd."

"I know I'm odd. But so are you. I think we should both also tuck ourselves in before someone sees us. Besides, it's gotten a bit chilly out here."

On cue, Lex shivered as a breeze moved the damp air across his exposed heated flesh. Both boys wiped themselves off as best they could, and pulled up their pants and put their shirts back on.

After a few more whispered comments to each other, they left the clearing, Lex leaving ten minutes before Bruce to help avoid suspicion.

Lex went to the bathroom first, loathing having to clean himself in a public restroom that wasn't even attached to his cabin. When he got back to his cabin, he ignored his bunkmates' comments, choosing instead to pay attention to the sensations still ghosting themselves over his body.

Bruce's teeth tugging on his lip.

Bruce's large hands clutching his waist.

The moans Bruce emitted as he worked his own erection.

The sight of Bruce stroking himself for Lex's benefit.

The sensation of Bruce ejaculating on him, the scent of it in the air.

Coming himself as Bruce fell against him, waves of pleasure radiating throughout his body, his legs trembling as he forced his knees not to buckle.

Bruce's forceful kisses afterwards, and the soft one he gave before Lex left.

It had been a really, really good night.

His only thoughts that he cared about were those related to Bruce.

"Lex. Truth or dare."

Lex looked up from his comic book as his bunkmate Thaddeus asked his statement again. "What?"

"We're playing `Truth or Dare' and since you're here moping around reading you might as well play."

"You're kidding, right? If I had known you were all going to regress into preteen girls, I would have made other plans." His bunkmates had two other guys over, and they were playing Truth or Dare. He'd be out with Bruce, but he hadn't seen him all day.

"Truth or dare." Thaddeus seemed more insistent.

Lex rolled his eyes. "Truth." He didn't think he had anything to hide from these boys.

"Have you ever fucked a girl?" Thaddeus asked it as if it were the most brilliant question in the world.

Lex just snorted. "No."

Eric spoke up. "What about a guy?"

Lex looked up at him, eyes narrowed in an expression that many people were afraid of. Eric didn't seem to like it too much, either. "No."

Thaddeus asked, "Ever been fucked?" Eric and his friend Frances snickered.

"That's the third question. Isn't that two too many?"

"Just answer it, you pussy."

Lex sighed. Maybe if he answered, they'd leave him alone. "No."

He was saved from any further interrogation by the arrival of Bruce. With a bottle of rum.

"Hey, boys, I got some hard stuff." Bruce set the bottle down near the five boys who weren't Lex, but moved over to lean against the wall near Lex's bed.

"What's the occasion, man?" Edmund, the fourth bunkmate, rarely spoke, but when he did it was often to ask stupid questions like looking a gift horse in the mouth.

"No occasion. Just thought that since I was coming to see Lex, I'd bring something for the cabin."

Eric raised an eyebrow. "What is this, a bootycall? Lex has had a hard-on every morning for the last week and I know it has something to do with the cum on his pants last weekend."

Bruce leaned down to whisper to Lex, "Didn't I tell you to pretreat it?" Lex just glared at him in response as Bruce turned back. "Just enjoy it, boys. I can get more if you want, but I don't want to have to walk back into town again any time soon."

As Thaddeus grabbed the already-opened bottle and took a sip, Lex tugged on Bruce's shirt sleeve. "What are you doing?" he hissed.

Bruce quirked his eyebrows and leaned further down to whisper back, "I put a mild sedative in it. They'll drink it, pass out for a few hours, and we can either stay here and have some privacy, or leave and they'll never know we were gone."

"What?"

Bruce sighed. "I know you're getting teased because of me. Because of us. This way it'll just reduce the potential number of taunts they can make. I also want to see how strong the formula I mixed is."

"You're insane."

"Perhaps. But this way we can fuck without your bunkmates knowing. We can do it here without them knowing." 'Fuck'? Oh, God.

"And if Russell comes in and sees five guys passed out with an open bottle of liquor in the middle of the room?"

"He'll come to the proper conclusion: they drank the alcohol and passed out after a while."

"Proper except for the fact that you drugged them!"

Bruce sighed again, and Lex realized he liked that expression much less than he liked Bruce's smirk. "Do you want me to fuck you or not? My tongue on your dick, then my dick in your ass, you riding me like you can't get enough, my fingers digging into your body so hard you'll have bruises tomorrow..."

Lex glared, but he knew that his lust hindered the power of his expression. "Just shut up already! I'll go with you somewhere. I'm not losing my virginity in this cabin with those guys here!" Though really Lex had trouble getting past the concept of losing his virginity.

Bruce just shrugged. "Okay." Without another word, he walked the distance to the other boys and proceeded to join in their game. Appearances. Right.

After Bruce had answered `truth' four times in a row, the other guys knew that Bruce was first kissed when he was eight, he'd slept with more girls than he had fingers but he hadn't been with anyone in months, he'd never gotten high, and he'd never fucked a guy. Lex was bored, and refused to do the dare they tried to force on him. There was just no way he was switching boxers with Bruce in front of everyone. Too many ways that could go wrong.

Finally, after what felt like far too long a time, the other boys all fell asleep and Lex and Bruce were finally able to get away.

Bruce moved back to Lex's bed, dropping down next to him and letting one hand rest on Lex's thigh. "So. Where would you like to go?"

Lex looked at him sideways. "You don't have this all planned out? You seemed so confident during our previous encounters."

Bruce shrugged, then grinned. "Okay, I do. I just wanted your input."

Lex rolled his eyes. "Fine." Lex let his eyes wander over Bruce's form, his shoulders stretching out his shirt, the strong hand clenched around his thigh, and felt his own arousal rise. He swallowed. "Let's go. Please."

Bruce smirked. "As you wish." Bruce hauled Lex off his bed by one hand and led him to the door of the cabin. As they exited, Lex drew his hand out of Bruce's.

"Appearances."

"Of course."

After a few minutes of walking through the camp, avoiding certain boys but waving to others, Lex realized Bruce was bringing them to the main building, which housed in the basement the Ass Class room. "Bruce... did you set something up in the Ass Class room?" It was the only room Lex could think of that was locked when no one was in it.

"Yes. The door locks and it's very difficult to see in the windows along that wall where it isn't fully underground." Bruce broke their facade and gave Lex's shoulder a brief squeeze. "Besides, considering what I'm going to do to you, I thought the name of the room would be appropriate."

Lex shivered.

After far too long, they reached the door to the building. They tentatively stepped through it, and after seeing no one in the foyer, they quickly found the stairs and went down them. Lex wondered how they were going to open the door, but Bruce squatted in front of the door and pulled out a baggie of tools. He then applied them to the door.

"You carry lock picking tools?!" Lex didn't screech. Ever. Really.

"Of course. You never know when you're going to need to get into someplace restricted. Someplace tight. Someplace with a barrier of some sort." Bruce grunted and twisted one of the wires, his voice becoming deeper as he spoke more slowly. "So you need to carry long tools, slick them a little" Bruce put a dab of lubricant on another wire before sliding it into and out of the lock "and they'll go right in and work the inner pieces properly" Bruce pushed one of the wires to the side "and the lock slides right open." The door popped open, and Bruce sat back on his heels, a triumphant grin on his face.

"Holy fuck," Lex exhaled, not bothering to hide his erection.

Bruce stood and pushed the door open further, propping it for Lex. "Shall we?"

Lex tried to glare. "I'm not a girl, you know."

Bruce dropped his eyes to Lex's groin. "I know. And I'm genuinely excited about the forthcoming challenge."

"Is that all I am to you? A challenge?"

"I thought you weren't a girl."

Lex raised his chin. "I'm not. And right now, I just want you to fuck me."

Bruce kicked the door shut with one foot and was in front of Lex before he could take another breath. "You're sure?"

There was no way Lex could look into those intense eyes and tell him otherwise, even if he wanted to. Instead, he just reached up and kissed Bruce. Before he could slip Bruce his tongue, Bruce had him stretched out on one of the classroom tables, propped himself above him, and was giving Lex his own.

None of the girls Bruce had been with before must have wanted foreplay, because Bruce had pulled Lex's shirt over his head within a minute.

Bruce shifted his weight to one arm and ran a hand down Lex's chest. Lex had one hand underneath Bruce's shirt when he felt Bruce freeze. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I." Bruce shifted his weight so he could look down at Lex. "You don't have breasts."

"Not everyone can be a D-cup, Bruce."

"That's not what I mean. You're not a girl."

Lex cocked an eyebrow. "No... I'm not. I thought we already established that." To emphasize his point, Lex cupped his balls with one hand.

"You're male."

Having caught on that Bruce was having a break down of some sort, Lex didn't saying anything.

"I... I've only done this with females. Most of whom were wet and yearning for me before I got my hands down their pants."

Not particularly fond of Bruce's constant reminders that he had seen a lot of action before, Lex only replied, "So? You were so confident before."

"This is different. Theory and practice are different. My dick is going to be going into a different place. You don't have the same pleasure points that I know how to work. It's... different."

"So?" Lex sat up, forcing Bruce to sit up with him. Bruce clearly hadn't thought ahead as much as he thought he had if he was suddenly hung up on Lex having his own dick. Something wasn't right, and Lex would rather have no sex than have it with someone who was uncertain at the whole concept. Bruce's doubt made Lex unsure of himself. He made a decision, and tried to let Bruce know he understood the change in plans. "I still want you to fuck me. To feel your cock inside me. Make me come with your name on my lips." Bruce sort of grimaced, an expression that was definitely not attractive. "But. I don't think you're ready for that. And really, maybe I'm not either." Lex leaned over to kiss Bruce, to remind him why there were there at all. Bruce accepted, and again tried to dominate it, and Lex pulled back. "No. We're going to take this slow. I know that now I definitely sound like a girl, but I don't really think either of us is ready for this."

"Are you sure? I have lube and condoms and everything." Bruce sounded hoarse.

"Yes. Though it pains me to say it, we're only going to have oral sex tonight."

"What?" Lex liked seeing Bruce confused. It was a good look.

Lex slid off the table and knelt on the floor. He tugged at Bruce's hand, and he took the hint to stand. Lex then unzipped Bruce's shorts and pulled them down to his feet. He ran his hands over the front of Bruce's boxers, pleased that Bruce was hard.

Bruce started to breath harder as Lex coaxed his boxers down and his erection out of them. "Bruce, where's that lube?"

"What?"

For the love of God, Bruce needed to get his head in the game. "The lube. My hands are a little dry."

"Oh, uh, front left pocket."

Lex found it, and put some on his palms. He then gripped Bruce's erection with one hand, the other resting on Bruce's hip. He started to stroke slowly, and Bruce thrust shallowly into his hand. Encouraged, Lex stroked a little harder, and leaned up so that he could lick the tip of Bruce's cock.

Bruce thrust harder. Lex swirled his tongue like he'd seen some girl do in a porno, still stroking with his hand.

"More, Lex." Bruce's little breathy moans were starting to drive Lex crazy.

"Has anyone ever done this to you before?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"Fuck yes! Just do it already!" Clearly Bruce wasn't shy about this.

Lex didn't reply, he just swirled his tongue again. He had no idea what he was doing, and he didn't want Bruce to hate him for it. Slowly, probably much too slowly for Bruce, he worked the head of Bruce's erection into his mouth.

It felt. Weird. He could taste Bruce's pre-, and it tasted salty. His hand still stroked the shaft, and he started adding twists to his motions. Bruce thrust again, forcing himself deeper into Lex's mouth.

Lex didn't quite gag, but he was greeted with the taste of the lubricant he was using. It tasted like chemicals and quite possibly was poisonous. He jerked back, but couldn't help but return to his task at Bruce's panted, "No!"

Apparently Bruce didn't really need a rhythm, or a skilled mouth, because Lex had neither and he could still tell that Bruce was near orgasm. The hand that was cupping Bruce's hip came around and down and started cupping Bruce's sac, rubbing the way Lex had watched Bruce do to himself the previous week.

Bruce started to moan louder, and his thrusts became more erratic. Lex decided to stop even bothering to move and just let Bruce take control, focusing only on not gagging. Somehow having sensed this, the hand that Bruce didn't have braced against the table came to rest on Lex's head. "Oh. Yeah. Lex. Like that. Don't move, just like that..."

Lex squeezed one last time as Bruce forced himself deeper and came with a grunt. For his part, Lex was quite pleased that he didn't throw up. It was a near thing, though; there was a lot of coughing. He leaned away from Bruce and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth., trying to work up enough saliva to rinse the taste of Bruce's cum from his tongue.

"Lex. I." Bruce exhaled and tried again, one hand clenching the table as if it were the only thing keeping him standing. "That was good."

Lex couldn't help but feel proud, even though he knew it was stupid. "Really?"

"Yeah. Just. Next time. We're going to work on your technique. And I'll pull out before I finish so we don't have to worry so much about you gagging or vomiting."

"Sorry." He'd done the best he could. Bruce getting off was a good sign.

"It's okay. I'll just be better prepared next time. Mentally and physically."

"Uh huh."

Bruce gestured to the table. "Get up here."

Lex wasn't going to argue. He climbed on the table.

"Remove your pants and boxers and lie down." Lex complied, his erection springing free. "Wow, you're leaking already." Bruce said it as if it were the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced.

Lex just gave a noncommittal grunt and wished Bruce would get on with it. Instead, Bruce crawled over him, his gaze sweeping adoringly over Lex's body. By the time Lex realized Bruce had pulled his own underwear and shorts back on, Bruce was already kissing him, already making him moan into his mouth.

Bruce pulled back, and Lex opened his eyes in time to see one of Bruce's inquisitive expressions aimed at his chest. "You were teasing your own nipple last week."

"Yeah. So? It feels good."

Without another word, Bruce shifted lower down Lex's body and licked his nipple. Lex gasped and arched his back. "Jesus, Lex." Lex couldn't respond before Bruce licked him again.

Lex started to writhe as Bruce started to suck. "Oh. God, Bruce!" Bruce moved on to the other nipple as he reached down to wrap his hand around Lex's erection. Lex almost sobbed at the added stimulation, and one hand snaked around Bruce's head to clench in his hair. "Bruce. Please. Suck me. Please...!"

After a few more strokes, Bruce complied, moving down between Lex's legs to wrap his lips around the head of Lex's cock. Lex thrust into Bruce's mouth. Somehow Bruce anticipated the motion, and the head of Lex's cock hit the back of Bruce's throat. "Oh, God, Bruce, just a little more..." Lex groaned as Bruce drew him in further.

Bruce reached up to pinch a nipple, and it was all over. Lex came shaking and sobbing, clutching Bruce's hair as if it would keep him from falling apart. Bruce climbed back up Lex's body to kiss him, and Bruce didn't taste like himself, he tasted like. Oh. Gross. But really hot at the same time.

Lex kissed him back, tugging Bruce's lower lip with his teeth, his tongue battling Bruce's. After a few minutes, Bruce pulled back and laid down next to Lex.

"Holy shit."

"Fuck yeah."

Both boys took a few more moments to pant.

"You know, Lex, we kiss harder after we orgasm than before. It's going to lead to a weird feedback loop."

"That's okay." Lex rolled onto his side to look at Bruce. Bruce was flushed, his hair no longer in any style other than 'debauched.' He was beautiful. "Where did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"I've had it done enough to me to know what works. Besides, after kissing you and teasing your chest, you were so far gone it wasn't even work."

"Glad to know I'm easy."

"You aren't easy. But your body is."

Okay. Lex could live with that.

"We should probably get the hell out of here. Or I should at least put my pants back on."

"Perhaps." Bruce moved not a single millimeter except to close his eyes.

"Bruce." No response. "Bruce?" Barely a flutter of eyelids. "Bruce!" Nothing until Lex shoved him. "Don't fall asleep!"

Bruce jerked into some semblance of a sitting position and looked sheepish. "Sorry. But you really wore me out."

"Good to know."

The boys dressed, left, made sure the door was locked, and returned to their separate cabins. Lex's bunkmates were still passed out. Whatever Bruce gave them must have been strong.

But Lex didn't care, because this way they couldn't see the glow he knew was there.

"So, your parents died."

"No." Bruce looked up into Lex's eyes from where he lay on Lex's body. "They were murdered. In front of me."

Lex pushed Bruce's head a bit to the side so he could press his lips into his hair while squeezing him tightly. "I'm sorry."

"I'll live."

"Maybe." Bruce turned to look Lex in the eye again. "If you don't let it drive you crazy."

"What do you mean?"

"You're already self-destructive. Seeking pleasure in a different girl after the current one rejects you. You're good at sex, but you don't really seem to care about anyone you've slept with. And it doesn't sound like any of them care much about you. One day one of them will convince you to fuck her without a condom. Or you'll be convinced to snort coke off her ass. Or one will convince you to help get her out of trouble, the kind that you should avoid at all costs. If you keep fucking randomly, you're going to get fucked."

"What is it to you?"

Lex sighed. Bruce was dense as a brick sometimes. "I like you. I know what we have now isn't going to last past this summer. I'm not even kidding myself about that. But I don't want to see you get hurt. You already told me you're damaged. You're only going to make yourself worse if you don't stop."

"Sage advice."

"I try."

"Why can I talk to you but I can't stand when other people try to fix me?"

"Because I'm not trying to fix you. This burden you seem to carry around is what makes you you. If you were someone else, I might not be attracted to you. You wouldn't be you. I'm not drawn to it like some drippy girl who wants to fix you. I'm attracted to you. I like you for who you are, not what other people think you should be."

Bruce pulled Lex tighter to himself. "You lost your mother."

"How did you know?"

"Alfred told me when it happened. He said that the Waynes and Luthors used to do business together. I'm sorry."

"It's." It wasn't okay. It would never be okay. But Bruce knew that. Of course he did. "I'll live."

"Yeah. You will."

Lex pulled Bruce in tight.

"Bruce, you're sure you want to do this?" Lex looked up from his place underneath Bruce. After three weeks of makeout sessions and blow jobs, both boys had felt they were ready to go to the next step. Now, another Saturday night on which they had again snuck away from camp activities (a lot of boys did it, and the counselors usually turned a blind eye), they were holed up in the boathouse. Lex was on his back on the floor between a rack of canoes and a rowboat that looked like it might give him tetanus if he brushed against it.

But the location didn't matter- other than Bruce telling him he felt like he was in a cliche 80s movie- as long as the two of them were there together.

"Yeah, Lex. I've wanted you since I first saw you trying to sculpt with clay. Your fingers kneading and rubbing and tensing..." Bruce resumed kissing him, resumed making Lex's skin tingle.

Lex pulled away as best he could. "So we're going to go through with this. We both have some idea of what we're doing."

Bruce just looked at him. Eventually he said, "If you want me to give you a detailed account and explanation of what I'm about to do to you, I can. But I've always been better at actions than words." To emphasize his point, he thrust his hips down into Lex's.

"Ehgh. Okay." Bruce seemed sure of himself, and Lex wasn't going to argue any more. As he kissed him, Bruce pulled up Lex's shirt and rubbed the skin underneath. As he pulled it over Lex's head, when he could no longer reach Lex's mouth, he instead laved Lex's nipple, and Lex started to squirm.

"God, Lex, you're so hot." Bruce sat up to pull off his own shirt, and Lex took the opportunity to unzip his own pants. Somehow both boys maneuvered themselves so that within minutes they were both totally nude and Bruce had gotten one of Lex's legs over his shoulder. They trust against each other, touching rubbing skin where they could reach, Bruce using his talented hands and mouth to drive Lex crazy.

Lex grunted as Bruce tried to force his leg into a position it wasn't designed to take. "Bruce. Stop. Slow down."

"What's wrong?"

"You're going to rip my leg right out of the joint."

"Sorry." Based on Bruce's smirk, he didn't seem too sorry at all.

Lex brought his leg back down, and used his new angle to grip Bruce's erection tightly. As he started to stroke it, Bruce moaned. "Lex. I need to get in you. Now."

Lex groaned and thrust up against Bruce. "Good... if you don't do it soon I'm going to come before you get close."

"Let me help." Before Lex could protest, Bruce sidled down Lex's body and engulfed his cock. Sucking, licking, and pressing with his fingers in all the right places, Lex soon came with a shudder and a yell.

When he caught some of his breath back, Lex asked, "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Oh, as if you can't get hard again." Bruce climbed back up Lex's body to kiss him. Lex moaned into his mouth as he tasted himself. Bruce began grinding his erection against Lex as he kissed him harder. After a few more minutes, Bruce pulled back. "Thought it might relax you a bit. Less tension. You can work on enjoying having me penetrate you, rather than strain to not come."

"You're a little full of yourself, you know that?"

"Well, soon you're going to be full of me, so enjoy it."

Lex just rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure how Bruce could be so insecure and yet such a jackass sometimes.

Bruce sat back on his heels. Lex couldn't help but think how silly he looked with his dick jutting out and his own bent legs framing Bruce. But then Bruce rummaged through his pants to find his lube, and all humor was taken out of the situation. They were really going to do this. Lex was nervous and excited and impatient all at once.

As Bruce set about slicking his fingers, Lex stroked himself slowly, working himself back to full hardness but in a way he hoped was arousing to Bruce. He smirked when he saw Bruce close his eyes and seem to compose himself.

Bruce opened his eyes again after a few seconds. "Now. Other than having to prepare you, this shouldn't be too much different from what I'm used to."

"Bruce. Stop staring at me like I'm a calculus problem and just do it already."

"I'm looking at you like you're a physics problem. Totally different."

Bruce pressed two fingers against Lex's perineum then slipped one inside of him.

Lex tensed. "Oh fuck."

"You alright?"

"Just. Yeah. Just give me a minute..." Lex forced his body to relax. He had been expecting it to hurt, but not this much. Bruce wiggled his finger and Lex hissed. "Put more lube on that damn thing."

"Sorry." This time Bruce actually look apologetic. Lex felt Bruce pull out, and then there was more wetness applied to his body. When Bruce pushed back in, it was easier. "Better?"

Bruce wiggled his finger and Lex just groaned. Without any preamble, Bruce slid in another finger. Lex tensed up again, mind over matter not quite working yet even though he knew he shouldn't get tense or they might have to stop.

"You okay?"

"Yes! I just need..." Bruce pushed in a little farther and Lex felt his fingers... do something... and a bolt of pleasure shot through his body. "Do that again!" Bruce complied, multiple times, and Lex found himself moving against Bruce's fingers, forming a counter-rhythm to his thrusts into his own hand. "Oh, God, Bruce, more..."

Lex's eyes had long since fallen shut, so he didn't see the smirk he knew was on Bruce's face. "That's amazing, Lex. That gland actually exists. And it's so sensitive... I worked on one girl for more than an hour and never found her G-spot. But this is right there..."

Sensing that Bruce was going to babble more about girls and his past experience, Lex forced his eyes open and propped himself up on the hand that had been rubbing his own chest. "Bruce. Snap out of it. Fuck me already." The command wasn't quite as powerful as it would have been if Lex hadn't been panting, but it got Bruce to move.

Lex felt another finger inside him, stretching him wide, and he couldn't control his yelp. Bruce immediately stopped moving. "Are you-"

"Bruce Wayne! If you don't put your dick in my right now, I will come all over you, right now, and leave you to finish yourself off!"

"God, you're bossy when you're submissive."

Lex suspected that he'd be even worse when he was on top. "Sorry. It's just... I've wanted you since I saw you in the lake. You were beautiful in the moonlight. You're still beautiful, even surrounded by old watercraft. And I want us to both enjoy this. And I'm seriously about to come in like two minutes."

"Okay." Bruce withdrew his fingers, and even though it meant that the burning sensation was gone, it also meant that he was empty. Lex didn't like it. But then he heard a foil packet being opened, and he shivered in anticipation. Within seconds Bruce loomed over him again, the shadows making it difficult to see anything but his eyes.

Bruce planted one hand by Lex's head and used the other to guide his cock home into Lex's body. Both boys groaned together as Bruce slowly worked his way inside.

He had to stop a few times to give Lex's body room to adjust, and Lex felt a lot of pain, but he didn't care. At least the pain ensured he wouldn't come too quickly.

"Lex." Lex opened his eyes, not sure when they had drifted closed. "You. You're so tight..."

Lex panted back, "I try." Apparently not in the mood for Lex's attempts at humor, Bruce pulled all the way out, then thrust all the way back in. Lex cried out, his hand on his own erection faltering. "Bruce. Again. Hard, like that..."

As Bruce moved faster, Lex no longer cared about the pain he felt, not even after Bruce again tried to make his leg bend at an unnatural angle. As Lex twisted to make himself more comfortable, Bruce's cock slid against his prostate again, and Lex held himself in that position so it would keep happening.

He heard sobs, and realized they were coming from him. "Oh God, Bruce. So close. Please. More. I can't take it. More..."

Bruce shifted his weight so he could wrap his own hand around Lex's erection. A few pumps of their hands and a couple hard thrusts from Bruce and Lex wailed and shuddered, coming hard against Bruce, his skin hot and damp and sensitive.

After a few more thrusts, Bruce bending Lex's leg that was over his shoulder so that Lex's knee was up by Lex's head, Bruce came while not so much saying words are emitting sounds. He rubbed his head against Lex's chest, and even though Lex could barely move he brought one hand up around Bruce's back and rubbed his shoulders, soothing Bruce through the aftershocks.

Bruce went slack all at once, and his considerable weight pinned Lex to the floor in what was possibly the most uncomfortable position ever. Lex didn't mind persay, but he couldn't really breathe.

"Bruce." Nothing but a pant. Lex tugged on Bruce's hair. "Bruce." A noise that might possibly be called a `whine.' "If you don't move, I'm not going to be able to breathe. Or move. And if I die, it'll mean you'll have your dick in a corpse. Which would mean you're a necrophiliac. So unless you want that on your record or your conscience, you're going to have to let me move."

Slowly, Bruce moved his body until he was no longer on Lex's chest, and Lex could move his leg. After Lex made himself a little more comfortable, Bruce came back down to kiss him. Unlike before, these kisses weren't about conquest, they were just about affection. No biting, no aggression, and Lex was aroused all over again.

"It's never been like that." Even though he was sure what Bruce said, Lex asked him to repeat it. "Sex. It's never been like that. I almost wanted you to feel as good as I did. Usually I don't care. The girl can take care of herself if she doesn't come. It's too fucking hard to tell sometimes anyway." Bruce looked into Lex's eyes. "But with you... I wanted it to be good for you. For us. It was, right?"

Lex chuckled. "I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow. I've never come that hard before. It was almost more fun watching you come because of being in me. Yes. It was very good." Lex brought Bruce's head down to kiss him again. "Think you'll go back to girls?"

Bruce smirked. Yeah, Lex was definitely aroused again, even if his cock didn't actually seem to want any part in it. "Not right now. I think I'll explore the male body a little longer. A lot of it is easier to work with."

"Good." They kissed again, Lex's hand trailing over Bruce's back, feeling the muscle there. After a little while, Bruce pulled out, both of them groaning at the lack of contact. Bruce just tossed the condom against the wall behind a rack of canoes and shrugged.

"I have yet to see anyone use those canoes."

"How can you tell?" All the canoes looked the same to Lex, except some were green and some were red.

"They have numbers. The camp has only used the odd-numbered ones. Those ones are even. Maybe there's something wrong with them."

Lex wasn't going to question the logic. He just sat up very slowly and got to his knees. After a few moments of looking at each other appreciatively, they got dressed and left the boathouse. Lex managed to trip over a canoe on his way out because he was watching Bruce.

Before they could step away from the building, Bruce pushed Lex up against the wall. "Thank you."

"You, too." This time Bruce did kiss him fiercely, and even as Lex returned the gesture he thought about why Bruce got like this. But he figured it didn't matter too much, as long as for right now he only got weirdly dominant and possessive over him.

"Yo, Lex, what the fuck happened to you?"

"Um. Boating accident." It was the day after Lex had lost his virginity, and he was changing out of his sleepwear into his clothing for the day.

Thaddeus came over to investigate the bruise on Lex's shin. "This was no boating accident."

"Yes it was. I tripped over a canoe."

"Uh huh. And what about those scrapes on your back? It looks like someone rubbed sandpaper all over you."

Damn he and Bruce for not bringing a blanket to lie on. The floor of the boathouse wasn't exactly waxed.

"I. Uh. It doesn't affect you so don't worry about it." Lex pulled on his shirt, and couldn't hide his wince. His shoulders were really sore. And his entire pelvic region... if Bruce wanted anything from him today, he was going to be disappointed.

Lex sat down on his bunk to tie his shoes, and Eric must have noticed his inability to sit still.

"Holy shit, Lex, you and Bruce fucked!"

"What?" Thank God Lex had been practicing how to look and sound nonchalant.

"You can't even fucking sit still! Those scrapes on your back... you totally took it up the ass!"

Lex narrowed his eyes. "What's it to you?"

Eric put his hands up. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just wanting to get familiar with my bunkmate."

"Get in line after Bruce." They turned to Edmund, whom they thought was asleep. He looked back at them. "What?"

Lex laid back down on his bed and groaned. Not that he cared about what his bunkmates thought, but this really wasn't anything he wanted to share with them.

"Tomorrow's the last day of camp." Bruce looked up at Lex, who was stretched out on top of his body. They lay on some sort of work bench in a large closet in what functioned as the athletic building. Ever since that first time, Lex brought a blanket with him.

"I know. It means this is the last time we can do this."

"Yeah."

Every opportunity for the last three weeks had found Bruce and Lex entwined together in some way. Each time they had sex, Lex was in less pain and was able to last longer.

"You're sure you don't want me to top this time?"

"Yes. I know I'm not ready for that. And I don't want to get things rolling and then force you to stop."

Since he wasn't sure he was ready for that either, Lex didn't press the subject. "All right." Lex leaned down to kiss Bruce as Bruce's hands came up underneath the back of his shirt. By now, Lex had learned to kiss as fiercely as Bruce, and Bruce let him take over without a fight. Lex rocked down into Bruce, and one of Bruce's legs came up to brace against the lower part of Lex's back.

Lex could feel Bruce's erection, and it was enough for him to want to rush through foreplay and get him inside. Lex straddled Bruce in a more comfortable position and took off his shirt. He then leaned over and pulled off Bruce's, rocking against him without any particular rhythm.

After shedding pants and underwear, and getting out lubricant, Lex straddled Bruce's chest so that Bruce could reach behind him and prepare him while Lex just focused on letting his body loosen with every slow press of Bruce's fingers. Lex stroked his own erection with one hand, the other teasing one of his nipples, his hips rocking back against Bruce's fingers, precum dribbling slowly onto Bruce's chest.

"Lex. Do you know how hot you are?"

"No."

"Well you are. Look at you, helping yourself get ready for this, letting me watch you..."

"It's the least I could do."

Bruce didn't respond as he pushed a final finger into Lex and scissored and stretched him. "Oh God, Bruce, we need to do this now..."

Bruce pulled his fingers out and pulled on a condom- Lex seriously wanted to learn how to do that without being able to see himself- and guided Lex back a little bit. Lex took over from there, gripping Bruce's cock and setting himself down on it. It went in much easier than that first time, but it still took some work to get it in all the way.

Bruce started to rock up slowly, his hands around Lex's waist to keep him in place. Lex tried to smirk as Bruce's eyes slipped shut, but one of them shifted the angle and Lex couldn't do anything but groan as Bruce's cock slid across his prostate. When Lex was on top, the sex was a little less frantic, a little softer, than when Bruce was in control.

Lex rested his hands on Bruce's chest, thumbnails scratching over Bruce's nipples. Bruce wasn't anywhere near as sensitive as Lex was, but it helped a little.

Lex rocked faster, moving himself in larger motions to create a little more friction. One of Bruce's hands unclenched from Lex's hip and came around to his cock. After only a few strokes, Lex gave up any attempt at finesse and gentleness and just worked himself between Bruce's cock and hand, his breath coming in gasps as his moans reached ever-higher pitches.

Bruce opened his eyes, and Lex tried to keep his open but soon lost the battle. Lex leaned to let Bruce's cock hit his prostate on each thrust, and Bruce rubbed his hand over the head of Lex's cock, and then Lex was coming, shaking as his body tried to break itself apart.

Bruce came shortly thereafter, his own moans coalescing into one deep groan as his body shuddered up into Lex's. Lex climbed off of Bruce only long enough to let Bruce withdraw, then he laid back down on top of him. No kisses yet, just shorts pants into Bruce's neck as Bruce also struggled to catch his breath, his hands running over Lex's back.

"This is it, isn't it." Lex pressed a kiss to Bruce's throat. "It's over. Camp is over."

"Yes." Lex could feel Bruce's voice in his chest almost as well as he could hear it.

"This was amazing. You're amazing. I-"

"Don't turn into a girl on me, Lex. Think about what we've shared. Not what you're going to miss."

Lex wasn't sure that made sense, but he nodded anyway. He wasn't sure why he felt this way. Why he felt like he was going to cry. This was just sex. Two boys taking what they could from each other. They weren't really a couple. They knew it was going to end after eight weeks. They had lives to get back to that didn't involve each other, and Lex knew that Bruce understood that, too.

So why the fuck did it hurt so much?

"You're not going to forget me, right, Bruce?"

Bruce sighed, and brought Lex's head up to look him in the eyes. "Never. And if you start singing that Grease song, you are so getting dumped off this table."

It was enough to make Lex laugh, enough to relieve the tension. Enough to get him to move into a position to kiss Bruce, the final battle of who was going to dominate, who would have the most swollen lips after they were done. But there was no force behind either of them, just the melancholy pleasure of them tasting each other for the last time.

"So, Lex, did you have fun with your fellow campers?" Lionel's smug expression made Lex want to kick him in the groin, but Lex was above that. Usually.

"It was a very interesting experience." Far more interesting that Lex had ever hoped. Not that he would tell Lionel that. Or why. Lex stuck out his leg. "I think I have poison ivy here, and a mosquito got me really good here," Lex gestured to the ugly welt he woke with that morning. "And, as you can see, I have sunburn."

Lionel looked him over with a critical eye. "But you also look healthy, Lex. Older, somehow. I trust you also made some friends, maybe future business partners, perhaps met a cute girl at joint-camp functions?"

Lex and Bruce skipped those.

"Yes, Dad." Lex sighed as he struggled getting his trunk back into the limo. Lionel just watched, and told the driver not to help. He wasn't expecting an extra set of hands helping him lift.

He looked up into a familiar smirk, one of the few times he'd seen it directed at him in sunlight. "Bruce!"

"I just couldn't watch you struggle with that thing any more, Lex. You're hopeless."

Lex rolled his eyes. "Thanks. What's up?"

"Just wanted to give you my contact information." Bruce shoved a business card into Lex's hand. "Alfred insisted because I've mentioned you in every letter I wrote home."

Lex widened his eyes, but Bruce cut him off before he could say anything stupid. "You're my swimming partner, Lex. And tennis, if anyone asks." Lex nodded. Bruce leaned in, looking as if he was dusting lint off of Lex's shirt. His lips were almost touching Lex's ear as he whispered, "And you know what else you are to me. What we are together." He pulled back, smiling again. In a normal voice, he said, "If you're ever in Gotham, give me a call."

"I'll do that."

"Great." After they shared one more appreciative look, Bruce turned away, nodded at Lionel, then walked briskly back to a Rolls Royce attended by a sharply-dressed gentleman.

"Lex, was that Bruce Wayne? I haven't seen him in ages."

"Yeah, Dad."

"You became friends with him? What does he want?" Lionel made it sound like Bruce was interested in Lex's first born, LuthorCorp, and to have Lex shot into space.

"Nothing, Dad, just friendship."

And occasionally a whole lot more. And Lex was more than happy to give it to him.