Tribe Slash

[munnin]

Title: Mild training accident.

Pairing: Lex/Jay
Rating: Mature
Author’s notes: very, very, very loosely based on two of my mates comparing bruises after training. And I'll never say who.

 

 

Lex climbed out of the shower with a sigh of contentment and was just towelling his hair when Jay limped in and sat down or rather fell heavily onto the edge of the bath.

 

“At least you seemed pleased with yourself,” he muttered darkly.

 

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Lex piped cheerfully, “Bit of sparring, stretch the muscles. Good for the soul.”

 

“Just not so good for the body.” Jay groaned as he shifted his hip. “You really didn’t need to hit me that hard.”

 

“You just need to move faster. Besides stick fighting’s an important skill to have. Can’t rely on that little techno toy forever now can you?” Lex said smugly to Jay’s scowling face as he tried to stand up. Lex shook his head in mock disgust. “Stay there. Let Uncle Lexy have a look.”

 

Jay rolled down the waistband of his loose black pants to reveal a deep red bruise like a slab of raw steak on the top of his thigh.

 

Lex eyed the mark with mild concern, crouching to gently stretch the bruised skin and get a better look. “Look. I’m sorry man. I really am but you’ll have to face up to the fact I’m just a better fighter.” He prodded softly at the wound, causing Jay to hiss then stood up suddenly and turned to leave.

 

Jay caught his wrist. “Where the hell are you going?” His eyes flaring with anger.

 

Just to prove the point Lex twisted in Jay’s grasp and pulled the taller boy’s arm up behind his own back, resting his chin on Jay’s shoulder. “If you don’t put ice on that now,” he whispered, his still damp hair brushing Jay’s face, “It’ll swell up and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Got it.”

 

“Smug bastard.” Jay muttered at Lex’s retreating back as he struggled to find a comfortable position on the cold porcelain. His hand slipped suddenly and he ended up on the floor, adding insult to injury by knocking the back of his head on the way down.

 

When Lex walked back in Jay was on his back on the tiles, propped up on one elbow, fingering the back of his skull. He knelt down, straddling Jay’s knee and bent to slide the icepack down the taller boy’s pants to his injured thigh. “You know? I don’t even think you need me to beat you up. You seen to do an alright job of it yourself.” He shimmed up, a leg either side of Jay’s thigh, mindful of the icepack and pulled Jay up to a sitting position. “Give me a look.”

 

Jay conceded to Lex’s examination of his skull, resting his forehead on Lex’s still shirtless chest. It took him a moment to realise that Lex wasn’t actually wearing anything more than a towel around his waist but that train of thought was derailed when Lex’s probing fingers found the sore spot on the back of his head.

 

“Mmm. That’s not good.” Lex muttered almost to himself.

 

“What’s not good?” Jay hissed through clenched teeth but blanched when Lex sat up, showing him blooded fingers.

 

“Well your skull’s still in one piece but you’ve spilt your scalp so you’re going to bleed a bit.” Lex seemed to take a strange satisfaction in telling him this.

 

“Fine. I’ll ask Trudy to bandage it for me.” Jay tried to sit up but the room swum around him.

 

Lex grabbed his shoulder and lowered him to the floor, rolling a towel up and tucking under his head. “Oh and you might be concussed.” Jay groaned as Lex lend over him, staring into his eyes and shifting from side to side like a snake charmer. Each movement caused his hair to brush over Jay’s chest, distracting even through the tight black Lycra.

 

Lex lent even closer, splaying one hand over Jay’s cheek to hold him still as he watched Jay’s pupils. “Definitely concussed.” He muttered, his breath hot on Jay’s face.

 

“Help me up. I’ll just go lie down for a while.” Jay said, flustered by the realisation that Lex was affectively laying on top of him.

 

“Oh I don’t think so.” Lex purred, “Sleep now and you might never wake up.”

 

Jay growled in annoyance, mostly with himself but partially with fact that the heat from Lex’s body is starting to turn his thoughts in strange directions. He grabbed Lex by the shoulder and pushed him off, using the last of his coherence to climb to his feet.

 

Lex sat back on the floor, amused by the spark he’d seen in Jay’s eyes. It might have been anger but then again…Smiling wickedly; he followed Jay to the door.

 

The ex-Techno fell against the doorframe reeling as the world blurred and spun. Lex grabbed him, pushing him against the wall. “Steady man.” He said, holding the taller boy up. “Close your eyes and ride it out.”

 

Jay clung to Lex, digging his fingers into the meat of the darkhaired boy’s arms. Gradually his ragged breath slowed and he eased his eyes open. Lex had him backed up to a wall, one hand pinning his shoulder to the wall, the other under Jay’s shirt; wrapped around the narrowness of his hip. Almost as weirded out by this as the nausea, he closed his eyes again.

 

Lex’s hand slid over the fabric of his shirt and up his neck, resting on the side of his face to cradling his cheek. “Come on man. Don’t flake out on me.”

 

Jay’s breathing hitched as he became hyperaware of the nearness of Lex. The way his breath stirred over Jay’s skin, body heat radiating from his naked chest, the warm, wet smell of his hair, the tenderness of the hand on his cheek and the intensity of his grip on Jay’s hip.

 

Lex shifted his hand, dipping his little finger below Jay’s waistband to rub over the sharp angle of Jay’s hipbone. The taller boy’s breath caught in his throat and he bit his lip.

 

Lex smirked as he dipped his hand lower; brushing over the thatch of hair he can only assume is as blond. Jay gasped, pushing against the wall for what little support it could offer. When her found the courage to open his eyes; their lips were almost touching, both of them breathing heavy.

 

“We shouldn’t,” Jay breathed,

 

“So tell me to stop.” Lex teased, his lips brushing the soft skin of Jay’s throat. “Say the word…”

 

Jay threw his head back against the wall, forgetting the pain as Lex caught the zip of his shirt with his teeth and dragged it lower, simultaneously closing his hand around the former techno. Jay moaned low as Lex stroked him slowly, his hips bucking to match Lex’s rhythm. He closed his eyes again, giving over to the pleasure of it as Lex rubbed himself against his hip.

 

Lex’s hand threaded under the tight Lycra shirt and pushed it of his shoulder, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over Jay’s skin till he reached the sensitive spot on Jay’s throat and bit down, sucking hard to redden Jay’s skin.

 

Jay shivered and gasped, torn between the pleasure of the situation and the wrongness of it. Lex’s hand down his pants, his mouth at Jay’s throat, marking him, owning him, tearing down the walls of his self control. It took everything he had to push Lex away, bent double in an effort to catch his breath and clear his head. “No Lex. We can’t.” His head was spinning and the room started to tilt again.

 

Trudy, in infallible timing, came round the corner just as Lex caught Jay to steady him. “My god. What happened?”

 

“Little training accident.” Lex said in his most confident tone, deftly zipping up Jay’s shirt to hide the deep red hicky. “Nothing to serious.” 

 

“Nothing to serious? Lex! He’s bleeding from the head! What did you do to him?” she fluttered, bordering on hysterical as she took Jay by the arm.

 

“Now that,” Lex grunted, hosted Jay’s weight onto his shoulders, “he did to himself.”

 

Between them they manhandled Jay back to his room. “My god! You’re so flushed. I’ll get you some water.” She bounced out of the room at speed as Lex lowered Jay to the bed.

 

“Lex…I…”

 

“Shut up man.” Lex muttered warmly and gave Jay his smuggest wink. “You’ll just have to live with wondering what you missed out on.” And slipped out of the room silently as Trudy returned.