"I thought he was never going to shut up," Hal says, grabbing the front of Bruce's shirt as Bruce pushes him back against the wall.
"I think he was doing it on purpose," Bruce agrees. "Your pulse was probably racing the entire meeting."
"My pulse," Hal says, yelping a bit when Bruce's teeth latch onto his neck. "Fuck -- because I'm the only one who's into this, is that it?"
"No," Bruce says, pushing his fingers into Hal's hair and nipping at his ear. "You're not."
"Yeah?" Hal asks. "You're gonna have to -- jesus fuck, that's attached to me, you know -- convince me."
"Convince you," Bruce hums, like he's mulling it over even as he yanks at Hal's jeans, popping the button clear off and sliding his hand down the front. "I have no idea what Clark was on about that whole time," Bruce says low next to Hal's ear as he curls his fingers around him. "All I could think about was how badly I needed to be inside of you."
"Oh shit," Hal gasps and nearly comes right fucking then. It's not that he hasn't thought about it because oh, he has. It's just, there's that thing. That thing where he's never actually been fucked before. It's not like he's a freaking blushing virgin or something. He's been with plenty of women and he's messed around with almost the same amount of guys. It's just, it was only ever blowjob and handjobs, sometimes a little rubbing the fun bits together. He and Bruce, they've pretty much done everything except that, and he can barely get his hand around him and --
"Hal," Bruce says, pulling away when he senses his panic. "That isn't -- we don't have to, if you don't --"
"Oh fuck off," Hal says and grabs Bruce's face in both hands, kisses him until his mouth feels sore from it. "I want, okay? Mother of fuck, do I want. It's just...I haven't..." Hal closes his eyes and bangs his head on the wall behind him. "I cannot believe this is actually happening."
When he opens his eyes Bruce is smirking back at him.
"Hal Jordan," he says, sounding about ten times more of a smug asshole than usual. "Are you trying to tell me that you're a virgin?"
"I hate you," Hal says, even though Bruce's hand is still on him, even though his hips are still thrusting into said hand. "I hate you an amount that doesn't even translate to earth quantity."
"It's okay," Bruce says, still smirking like the goddamn bastard he is. "I promise to be gentle."
And the really fucked up part is? Hal believes him.
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"I think he was doing it on purpose," Bruce agrees. "Your pulse was probably racing the entire meeting."
"My pulse," Hal says, yelping a bit when Bruce's teeth latch onto his neck. "Fuck -- because I'm the only one who's into this, is that it?"
"No," Bruce says, pushing his fingers into Hal's hair and nipping at his ear. "You're not."
"Yeah?" Hal asks. "You're gonna have to -- jesus fuck, that's attached to me, you know -- convince me."
"Convince you," Bruce hums, like he's mulling it over even as he yanks at Hal's jeans, popping the button clear off and sliding his hand down the front. "I have no idea what Clark was on about that whole time," Bruce says low next to Hal's ear as he curls his fingers around him. "All I could think about was how badly I needed to be inside of you."
"Oh shit," Hal gasps and nearly comes right fucking then. It's not that he hasn't thought about it because oh, he has. It's just, there's that thing. That thing where he's never actually been fucked before. It's not like he's a freaking blushing virgin or something. He's been with plenty of women and he's messed around with almost the same amount of guys. It's just, it was only ever blowjob and handjobs, sometimes a little rubbing the fun bits together. He and Bruce, they've pretty much done everything except that, and he can barely get his hand around him and --
"Hal," Bruce says, pulling away when he senses his panic. "That isn't -- we don't have to, if you don't --"
"Oh fuck off," Hal says and grabs Bruce's face in both hands, kisses him until his mouth feels sore from it. "I want, okay? Mother of fuck, do I want. It's just...I haven't..." Hal closes his eyes and bangs his head on the wall behind him. "I cannot believe this is actually happening."
When he opens his eyes Bruce is smirking back at him.
"Hal Jordan," he says, sounding about ten times more of a smug asshole than usual. "Are you trying to tell me that you're a virgin?"
"I hate you," Hal says, even though Bruce's hand is still on him, even though his hips are still thrusting into said hand. "I hate you an amount that doesn't even translate to earth quantity."
"It's okay," Bruce says, still smirking like the goddamn bastard he is. "I promise to be gentle."
And the really fucked up part is? Hal believes him.