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“Please don’t fuck this up.”
Hal tried not to take offense. This was Carol’s third plea for Hal to get through the night without “fucking this up”.
“Hal, this is important. If there is even a chance that these rumors are true then we need a foot in the door.” She tightened his tie, then ran her hands across his shoulders. The suit was impeccable and she knew it. She had dragged him to a tailor over a month ago.
“I’ve been your eye candy before,” Hal said, gently grabbing her wrists and placing her hands at her side. “Relax. We go in, you introduce me, and I flirt around until you’ve got your in.”
“This is different and you know it. Those other galas were full of people who are used to pilots, even ones like you. This is a mixed crowd. Sure, half of them might laugh at whatever stunt you’ve decided to pull, but the other half of just going to see an irresponsible business that can’t keep control of its employees.” She was biting her lip, an act that would be incredibly sexy if she weren’t also glaring at him like he was two seconds away from pissing on her carpet.
Hal raised his hands in surrender. “I’ve got it. Best behavior. No flirting.”
Carol looked him up and down, then grinned. “A little flirting.”
Hal laughed as Carol did her final touchups on her makeup, and then the two were off to what might have been the most important business opportunity of the year, which fittingly, was a party. A rich person part that would undoubtedly make Hal want to crawl out of his skin by the time it was over, but a party nonetheless.
He always hated these events. Hours of food that was too small to actually sit down and eat, drinks that he had to pretend to sip on because if he didn’t then he’d be blacking out before Carol even made it halfway through her rounds. And he needed to be awake for her rounds because that was when she decided who would be worth whoring him out to.
That was another reason he hated these parties. They made him feel small, even with Carol. And feeling small made him resentful. And he hated being resentful, especially with Carol. Because it wasn’t fair to say she was whoring him out. As far as she knew he loved it. He would always come back with a smile and a little innuendo that got rid of any of the guilt she might have felt knowing that his dick was growing her business.
Hell, most of the time he did love it. He loved sex, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. So he kept any of his unease about it in the back of his mind and continued on his day, or well, his night. Because tonight was a good night. Tonight was the night that he was going to fuck Bruce Wayne.
Carol nudged him back to reality and Hal looked up just in time to lock eyes with his target. Bruce Wayne was making his way through the crowd like a fish in water, shaking hands and smiling at whispered words, probably promises of unbelievable amounts of money. And then he got to Carol.
“Mr. Wayne,” Carol went to shake his hand but he dipped down and pulled her into a hug.
“Carol, darling, you look amazing.” Wayne’s gaze slid up and down her body and Hal knew then and there that they had most definitely had sex before. He tried not to be offended that she hadn’t told him what had to have been a great story. Or maybe it was bad sex. Trashy sex she would have told him about. Bad sex she would hide till the day she died. Hal’s day was suddenly looking duller. “I’m so glad we finally get to meet in person. A picture just doesn’t do you justice.” Or not.
Once he was done checking out Carol, Wayne switched to her guest. For a brief second Hal prayed that it wasn’t too obvious that his tux was a rental, but that thought was quickly discarded as Wayne dragged his eyes up and down Hal in almost the exact same way he had Carol.
Almost. There was something new there. A spark that wasn’t present in his little dance with Carol. An intent.
“And who might this be?” Wayne asked, not looking from Hal’s gaze.
That whole feeling small thing always riled him up a bit more than he liked. Which was probably why he wanted to laugh in this rich asshole's face. Or maybe it was the fact that even while making eye contact he was still asking Carol for his name.
“Hal Jordan. I’m one of Carol’s test pilots.” Hal held out a hand to shake, gripping just a bit tighter than necessary when Wayne took it.
“I haven’t met many pilots. Well, other than the private jet kind, you know.” Hal would deny to the ends of the earth that his grip tightened. “Lucius prefers to keep me away from heavy machinery.” Wayne pulled his hand back, the tip of his index finger dragging across Hal’s pulse point and across his palm. “You’ve got a good grip there tiger. Just what I’d expect from a flyboy.”
“Hal here is our best test pilot,” Carol said, stepping between the two. “He gets all of our best birds. Makes sure they’re flawless.”
“Ah, you’ve heard the rumors.” Wayne’s smile was painfully fake, something that made Hal grin.
“That you’re developing a new state-of-the-art fighter jet? Yes, that one has really gotten around.”
Wayne glanced around the room then his eyes landed on a tall black man with graying hair. He raised a hand and pointed. “I’m just here for the drinks. Why don’t you head over to Lucius, tell him I sent you over to talk about his little project, and Tiger here can show me where the bathrooms are.”
Carol at least took the time to look back at Hal, disappearing into the crowd when he nodded.
“You know I have no clue where the bathrooms are, right?”
Hal leaned into it when Wayne slipped an arm around his waist. The rich asshole placed his chin on Hal’s shoulder and whispered into his ear. “I’m sure we can find somewhere.”
So Wayne played up the drunk act, a quick wink was enough for Hal to figure out it was an act, and the two stumbled their way down one of the many empty dimly lit hallways. They never did end up finding a bathroom, but an unlocked room works just as well.
Wayne turned the knob, revealing an office and conveniently sturdy oak desk. “Told you we’d find somewhere,” he said, dragging Hal in by his lapels.
Hal was pulled into a rough kiss just as the door shut behind him. Wayne was pinning him to the door like he weighed nothing and his cock twitched at the thought. Wayne’s hands danced along the front of Hal’s tux, undoing it with such practiced ease that he sort of wanted to be insulted, but he was mostly turned on.
“Do this often?” Hal panted out when Wayne moved on to kissing his neck.
Wayne just hummed in response, sliding a knee between Hal’s legs, a grace that he quickly took advantage of. Hal ground against Wayne’s surprisingly thick thigh as the other man slid off Hal’s shirt and coat.
“Do all flyboys look this good?” Hal bit back a moan as Wayne traced a hand across his abs, dragging it up to cup his right pec. A second later the mouth that had been kissing insistently at his neck was gone, and he felt Wayne’s tongue on his nipple.
“I like to think I’m special,” Hal said, reaching out to undo Wayne’s pants. He could feel the man’s cock through his pants and for all Hal was rutting into his thigh, Wayne was grinding right back. “Think we can move this to the desk?”
Wayne stepped back, pulling Hal by his pants. “I think that can be arranged, Tiger.” His voice was lower than before, a husky growl that made Hal’s throat dry. Or maybe it was the click of a cap that Hal would bet anything was definitely lube. A brief thought entered his mind of where the hell he had gotten that lube from, but it was quickly replaced by Wayne’s hand on his ass.
Hal knew he should be embarrassed, bent over the desk with some rich asshole sliding his pants off, about to fuck him with a bunch of people just a few rooms over. And they had definitely forgotten to lock the door. But really all he could think about was how thick Wayne’s fingers were as they slid into him. Couldn’t think past his own muffled moans when Wayne pulled his hand back, only to replace it with his dick a second later.
Wayne fucked just like Hal imagined he would. Well, just how he imagined he would without the super secret rich people sex dungeon, but still. He was rough, leaning over Hal and kissing at his neck and chest as he pushed Hal’s back against the desk. He didn’t take his time either. Every time Wayne pulled out he thrust right back in, chasing his release without a care in the world.
Hal didn’t mind though. Not when those fingers wrapped around his cock and started pumping him in time with the thrusts. “Wait. I’m close,” Hal moaned as Wayne rammed his prostate.
“Come on. Cum for me, Tiger.” So he did. Wayne kissed his moan away as Hal clenched around him, cumming across his own stomach.
Hal panted, trying to catch his breath and failing miserably. Wayne had fucked him through his orgasm and was still going, each thrust forcing grasps and moans past Hal’s lips. He wanted to tell Wayne to get the hell off of him. Maybe he’d offer to finish him with his mouth. Except Wayne was the loudest he had been all night, moaning into his ear as he fucked Hal’s overstimulated hole.
With one final thrust, Wayne was cumming. Hal dragged the other man down for a kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Some part of his registered that Wayne must have put on a condom at some point because he definitely didn’t feel like he was being cummed in. But most of him was focused on the way Wayne was gripping his hair, holding Hal to his chest as he gave a few more shallow thrusts before pulling out.
“Fuck,” Hal said once Wayne let him go and stepped back.
Wayne let out a huff of a laugh, then walked over to one of the drawers, pulled out some tissues, and held them out to Hal. “Yes, I believe that is what that was called.” His smile was much more natural now than it was with Carol earlier. Maybe the guy just needed to get his rocks off.
“Thanks.” Hal took the offered tissues and began to wipe himself down. He refused to think about why Wayne knew exactly which drawer to look in. Who cares if he definitely set up this room beforehand? They had fun and that’s what mattered.
“My pleasure.” If Hal’s dick had any life left in it the look Wayne was giving him would have got it up.
But for now, he was all out, and they had definitely been away from the gala too long. So Hal slid off the desk, gathered his scattered clothes, prayed there wasn’t cum on them, and then got dressed.
Wayne, in all his rich-person-practiced ease, got his own tux back on much faster. Hal decided to give himself credit, he had been totally stripped other than his socks, and Wayne had just slid his pants down. Not much to really maneuver back on.
Just as he was about to leave the office, Wayne reached out and grabbed his arm, twisting Hal around enough to pull him into another kiss. It was slower than the others, more sensual. Wayne took his time running his tongue along Hal’s lower lip before dipping in and deepening the kiss. A hand snaked around Hal’s back and down to his ass, groping the abused cheek and teasing at his oversensitive hole. When he pulled back, Hal was leaning against the wall beside the door, panting, and clinging to Wayne’s shoulders.
Then, Wayne leaned down and whispered into his ear, “You did great, Tiger,” before planting a soft kiss on his jaw. Then he pulled back, his billion-dollar painful fake smile back in place. “I’ll see you again, flyboy.”
Hal stood and steadied himself minutes after Wayne had left. Eventually, Carol found him and dragged him back to the party, a party which he was absolutely no longer interested in.
“How’d it go?” Carol said, looking him up and down.
“Probably the best rich dick in history,” Hal said, actively stopping himself from scanning the crowd for that thick black hair and those beautiful blue eyes. Maybe he had gotten a bit in over his head.
Carol continued her interrogation, but Hal was entirely checked out. He was checked out for most of the night if he was being honest. The only thing that really caught his attention after that was when he spotted Wayne, drunkenly stumbling out those same doors with some girl.