Crawling back to you

All over. (semi mature content)

John went to his room to dress up and put on lipstick. He tried to put it well, he was shaking so much he had to do it twice.
He wasn't really angry on Bruce, disappointed was more like it. He wanted his love, his tenderness, his everything.
John sighed unbuttoned his shirt for Bruce to see him well, to be sexier for him.
All he did was fast but calculated. Green curls threw on the back on his skull, perfume on his chest and wrists, shirt showing his shoulder, no pants.
If Bruce wanted to ignore him, John wouldn't give him the choice to notice him.

He walked through the corridors, his fingers touching the walls softly as his bare feet echoed.
He knew where Bruce was working, he knew exactly where he was, he was hearing him talking on the phone.
Once he arrived in front of the door, he opened it slowly, not even knocking on it.
Bruce was standing in front of the big window, his back facing John's eyes.
''Hi Brucie~''
The tall figure turned to see who was calling him.
His jaw clenched.
''John ?" He murmured.
Bruce put his fingers on the phone to not be heard by the interlocutor.
John approached, making Bruce sigh.
He was handsome, some curls fell by his eyes, and his smell...

''John i'm on the phone...''
Bruce was still whispering, casually answering the man behind the phone.
John bit his lip, touching his own thighs. The shirt went up.
And up.
And up, until Bruce could see his torso.
The strong man smiled hungrily, approaching John.
''hang up, Brucie...''
John ran his long fingers on the other's hips, pulling on the belt there.
Bruce hummed.
Then coughed.
''hm ! I'm sorry, sir. Yes, i'm listening.''
A hot palm grabbed John's face, caressing it delicatly, watching how John unbuttoned his own long shirt.
''i want you''
Bruce coughed again.
''gosh'' he said, trying to give his endless boring conversation an end.
John smiled, throwing his shirt at his feet.
He was...
''totally naked.''

Bruce's eyes widened as he heard himself say that out loud.
''Sir. I'm... I'm sorry. Hm.''
John smiled.
A big, red smile.
He was so happy Bruce was noticing him.
''yes. Sorry. Yes.''
Bruce pinched his eyebrows, totally embarrassed by the situation.
''i'll call you tomorrow. Right. Good day.''
He threw his phone away, his face pale and mouth opened in awe.
''that was funny.''
They shared a look.
''... that's the most embarrassing thing i ever did.''
The sentence caused a laugh from John, still naked in front of the other man.
''jeez... It was a journalist...''
Bruce sat on a big sofa, still pinching his nose. The skinny man approached slowly.
''but i'm more important, no ? Look at me, naked in front of you...''
John lowered his silhouette, kneeling before Bruce.
''waiting for you...''

Bruce hummed, looking at John. He really was handsome.
Slowly, he caressed his green hair, ran his fingers on the face, the neck, the collar bones, the torso.
John moaned in a smile, parting the strong thighs to slide in between and threw his hands on the other's hips.
''Brucie~''
The knees cracked as John stood from the floor to sit on Wayne's thighs, moaning happily when the strong arms hugged his slender body.
''i miss you''
Bruce smelled his torso, running his nose everywhere on the pale skin.
''i miss our private moments too...''
John moved his pelvis to feel more of his lover.
''the way you feel inside me...''
His back bent backward to present more of him to Bruce.
Their eyes met.
''the way you love me.''

A silence echoed as John stood from the hug, leaving Bruce tousled and out of breath.
John picked his shirt on the floor.
''why don't you love me anymore ?"
John dressed, shaking.
''what ?"
Bruce stammered.
''WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE?!"
The man stood from the sofa, clearly lost.
John took his own head in his hands.
''John, you're tired and anxious...''
A laugh echoed.
''of course i am, DUMBASS !"
Doe groaned furiously.
''I FOLLOWED YOU HERE BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU MAY HAVE LOVED ME''
Tears ran down the white face.
''you're just a FUCKING LIAR BRUCE WAYNE! ''
Bruce approached, his hands in front of him to catch John.
He failed, John was having a really impressive temper tantrum right in front of him.

''YOU LOCKED ME''
Bruce tried again.
Failed again.
John screamed, he looked hurt.
''you LOCKED me...''
Another scream went up as Bruce succeded to catch him.
John whimpered, twisting his body with pure despair.
''you locked me in a gilded cageeeeee...''
He whined as Bruce began to cradle his shaking body.
''no, John... No...''
The skinny white legs shaked, starting to give up on the angry body he was lifting. Good thing Bruce was nearly  carrying him.
''i'm so sorry... I'm so sorry John''
John was still whimpering in his arms, his face was hot from the cries and anger.
''i love you John, believe me...''

Strong, long hands rubbed his back as John moaned in despair.
''i love you''
The body calmed himself in the embrace.
''i do.''
Slowly, a hot and wet cheek found rest on a large shoulder.
''i do.''
The cries stopped.
''i do...''
A nodd followed.
''i'll spend more time with you, i'll show you how much i do love you, John''
They parted a little, letting their eyes meet.
John rubbed his wet eyes.
''pinky promise ?"
John sniffed.
Bruce smiled sadly.
''pinky swear, John''

They interlaced their fingers.