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“Ya know I got the credits to buy a good time, got the hair and winnin smile to pick up good lookin things at any bar I go into-”

‘Oh fuck, it’s Lobo.’ Bruce tried not to give away any recognition with his face. He kept his seat atop the bathroom sink, kicking his legs in an impatient, unimpressed sort of way. “How lucky for you.”

“Oh it ain’t luck, it’s all skill.” Lobo gave a full grin, teeth gleaming in the dim fluorescent light of the room. “What I like about this place is ya never know who’s passing through, how their joints bend, where they baste from, what gets em off. I like the surprise, I like the challenge.”

“See, I’m the opposite.” Bruce wasn’t sure how to avoid this interaction without insulting the main man with a notorious hair trigger, self deprecating seemed like the smart choice. “I like easy fun, that’s what I’m here for, nothing all too challenging.” If he tried to seem underwhelming or high maintenance maybe Lobo would move on, or wait for someone with a little more fight or grit to them.

“Bullfrag.” Lobo looked Bruce up and down a few times, then the Czarnian went from leaning against the bathroom door to taking large lumbering steps Bruce’s way, he reminded Bruce a bit of a big cat in an enclosure.

“Seein a human all the way out here, that’s a surprise all it’s own. You must be needin somethin that yer little blue marble can’t give you.” Lobo crowded the human’s space grabbing Bruce’s knees and spreading them so his large frame could fit in between. “Cause yer a long way from home aren’tcha?”

“Only about four hundred and eighty four million miles, give or take.” This particular fuel station was on Jupiter’s moon Ganymede. “I’ve been further for less.” This pit stop playground came highly recommended, Bruce was sure it was worth the distance.

“And what makes a guy like you-” Lobo was tugging on the buckle to Bruce’s belt, his interest was not dismayed by Bruce’s lukewarm greeting. Lobo took what he wanted and was in the mood for sex. Bruce was the most attractive thing with a pulse for lightyears. “Come all the way ‘ere fer a easy time?”

‘Can I pull it off?’ Bruce considered his options before answering Lobo’s question.

Bruce hadn’t come to this rest stop to play hard to get, or even to be particularly discerning. He wasn’t morally against hooking up with a man he fought with biyearly and teamed up with once a decade or so. His concern was, he had not come to this rest stop as Batman, but Bruce Wayne, this pit stop was purely for pleasure. If he did decide to fuck Lobo, would he give himself away? Bruce would never forgive himself if his sexual appetite was what made his lovingly crafted, painstakingly maintained dual identity crumble the next time the League tussled with Lobo.

The next time the Czarnian took a swing and connected, would the grunt of pain sound close enough to a groan of pleasure to give him away? Without fail every time he saw Lobo he ended up having to shout his name, draw his attention, would it sound anything like his impatient demands during a quick fuck? If they had sex Lobo would not forget how Bruce’s body looked, how it felt. Would he see the similarities the next time he saw the Bat? Lobo was like a shark, he could smell blood from miles away, would he remember the scent of Bruce’s sweat?

If Lobo figured it out, he was a man who would sell anything for the right price. While it was unlikely Lobo would care to connect the dots, for or against the league Lobo never really seemed in the mood for deduction or discussion, all about the next brawl or payout, but if he did by mere happenstance. . . the risk to Bruce’s anonymity was huge.

All those valid concerns were overridden by the smirk on Lobo’s face, as the human took longer and longer to respond. It read that Bruce was too innocent or fragile to be in a place like this with a brute like him. Bruce really hated being underestimated.

“A dare, more or less.” Bruce eventually answered.

“A dare huh?”

“I came here because my friend thinks my eyes are bigger than my mouth, that I want what I can’t handle. I came here to prove him wrong.”

Lobo grabbed Bruce’s jaw, tilting his head from left to right. “Ya do have sort of a small mouth on ya.”

“I make up for it in tongue.” Lobo watched intently as Bruce rolled out his tongue.

“Seen longer, wetter, pinker.” Lobo’s flirtation game left much to be desired. “But yer eyes, small as they are, they look fun, fulla fire and I love playin with fire.” Lobo pressed his thumb down on Bruce’s tongue, his fingers gripping his jaw to open wider. Bruce could feel his mouth start to strain and water under the pressure. “I think yer friend’s right. I think ya don’t know what yer askin for.” Lobo tilted his head, his smirk wilting for a second. “I like makin a good mess, but this place has got a you break it you buy it sort of code fer guys like me.”

“I won.” Bruce wouldn’t break, Lobo was still underestimating Bruce, which should have just insulted him, but it also turned Bruce on. He loved to surprise people, he loved to amaze them, he loved for people to look at him and wonder how he did what he did and made it- “Ud b essy.”

“I’d be easy?” The smile was back, Lobo gave a huge quaking laugh. “I do like that ya refuse to let people tell ya what ya can and can’t take, that’s my sorta man.” Lobo let go of Bruce’s jaw, smudging his cheek with his own drool. “What’s yer name?”

Bruce could say anything, Abraham Lincoln, Clark Kent, Dolly Parton, but why should anyone else get the credit? The praise? The attention? He wanted Lobo to know exactly who exceeded his expectations. “Bruce, Bruce Wayne.”

“Ever have someone put a bounty on yer head Bruce Wayne?” Lobo scratched his head, the name must have sounded familiar, even all the way out here, but Lobo wasn’t placing it.

“Several.” Bruce hopped off the sink. “Don't hold it against me, I swear I'm one of the good guys.”

“That just means you haven't been with enough bad guys.” Lobo turned Bruce around by the waist and pulled his slacks down to the floor.

“I know enough bout humans, can’t just fuck em, gotta open em, like a candy bar, gotta gravy em.” Bruce had to grip the sink, Lobo was lifting Bruce’s legs up, each of his knees taken in a big palm. “I didn’t bring anything to fix you with, so I’ll hafta to do it the old fashioned way.” Lobo placed Bruce’s shins on his shoulders, placed his big paws on Bruce’s cheeks and after fondeling them to his satisfaction, he parted them to get a good look at what Bruce was working with. “I can make it fit, but nothin about this is gonna be easy.”

“Out here? What if someone comes in?” Bruce gasped as he felt Lobo’s tongue which was, longer, stronger, rougher than any he'd felt before, lick over his rim, once, twice a third time, big greedy purposefully sloppy licks. 

“You gotta earn stall time with me Bruce, yer off to a good start, stop biting yer hand and let me hear ya moan for me.” Each swipe did send sparks through Bruce’s body, Lobo’s tongue was warm and persistent. Swipes started to become circles, then Lobo was letting his tongue dive inside.

“Do I . . . Doing I . . . . Ah . . . Taste that good?” Bruce tried to change his voice a little, tried to sound Brucie, bright and bubbly, but it was hard to seem aloof, with the determined impatient almost primal amount of mouth Lobo was giving him.

“Ya taste tight.” Lobo answered before sliding in a finger, starting to open Bruce in earnest. “But you sound familiar.”

‘Shit.’ Bruce was in very little position to back out now. “I’m insulted. I’m not like any other human you ever-”

“So if I do this? You won’t act like every other human?” One finger hurriedly became two. Lobo’s other hand was no slouch, he reached under Bruce and took his cock in his hand, the feel of Lobo’s firm grip and well worn motorcycle gloves against Bruce’s skin drove him crazy in all the best ways. “Nah, that’s about right, you look good bucking like that Bruce, all twitchy and desperate.”

“Not desperate, easy, you’re making it easy for me to get-” Lobo pressed in a third finger, and Bruce had to moan out every bit of air in his lungs to make room. “What I came here for.”

“Better hurry up and take it, before someone comes in, I think I hear someone headed this way.”

‘Damn alien ears.’ Bruce could not confirm not deny that they were in risk of being walked in on, Lobo had made the claim with some humor in his voice, but maybe the idea of Bruce doing a handstand as he got finger fucked for a spectator was funny to him, or he was teasing Bruce hoping the excitement of getting caught would get him off faster.

Bruce turned his head to watch the door, because he wouldn’t hear anyone coming. All he could hear was the blood pumping in his ears, his own heaving groans and gasps and Lobo’s hurried hand, stroking him closer and closer.

“What’ll it be good guy, did you want to put on a show? Don’t bother me any, I fragging love to show off.”

Bruce would never want to be called a good boy, he wasn’t a child or a dog, but hearing Lobo smirk out the phrase ‘good guy’ in more of a taunt than praise, for some reason was the nail in the coffin to all this stimulation, Bruce came in Lobo’s fist.

“There we go. Yer a lively one Wayne, get a little louder, let the fuel jockeys outside hear ya.”

Lobo didn’t just coax Bruce through his climax, he used that moment of the man’s body going lax with pleasure to slide a fourth finger in, placing pressure on Bruce’s prostate, which had Bruce’s release feel twice as intense.

“Fuck!” Bruce didn’t dare ask how, when or where he’d learned his foreplay methods, but Lobo did seem to be very experienced at how to maximize the human sexual experience. Lobo had often boasted about knowing every way to take a man apart, maybe this fell under that skill set.

“Did I-” Bruce felt like he was on a bit of a tilt-awhirl as Lobo moved his legs around, taking Bruce’s thighs and pressing them forward, then abruptly switching the hold to cup under them. It was a striking picture, Bruce’s legs open, his cock still twitching with after shock, staring at himself in the grimy mirror, Lobo behind him smug hungry smile on his face. “Earn a private stall, I am a-” Bruce paused to listen to his shirt buttons clatter to the floor as Lobo ripped his shirt open, pawing at a pec once Bruce’s open chest was on display. “Man who loves exclusivity, I’m sort of accustomed to VIP treatment Mister-” Bruce looked over his shoulder asking for a name.

“Little naked to be playin coy good guy-” Lobo was observant of his targets, he was brash not dumb. He knew exactly how that title had revved Bruce up. “Ya fragging know who I am, everyone knows who I am.” Lobo didn’t bother to pick Bruce’s slacks up off the floor as he took one large step back towards the bathroom stalls. “I don’t fuck things that live under rocks, well not anymore, gotta have some standards.” Lobo kicked a big boot into a stall door.

‘Fair.’

Even if Bruce was just some random human on the most opulent pleasure cruise money could buy, it would be expected that to wind up here, on a fueling station only known by frequent flyers of the galaxy, he would have some working knowledge of whose who and Lobo’s name was for better or for worst perennially on that that list.

“Are you going to fuck me or not Lobo? I doubt you made me cum out of the goodness of your heart.”

“That’s the spirit” Lobo dipped into the stall pulling it closed, hurriedly locking it before pinning Bruce chest forward against the door.

“Let ya get a free one cause humans-” There was a quick shuffling of cloth, Lobo finally pulling out his own cock. “Humans are grateful things.” Despite Lobo’s efforts with tongue fingers and the buzz of a ‘free’ climax, it was not easy for Lobo to drop Bruce on his cock, it was a slow effort, patient by Czarnian standards, inch by monstrously girthy inch.

“Ah, ah, ah-” Bruce felt his toes curl, his thighs clenched as he felt his walls stretch to take to take Lobo in. “Ea . . . Eas . . . Easy.” His huffed breaths became a bit of a mad laugh as nerves Bruce didn’t even know he had were grazed over languidly.

“Oh yeah? I'm still easy? So I can start now? Cause I don't much care how very important you are, patience isn't somethin I'm- what was it ya said? Accustomed to.” It didn’t surprise Bruce that Lobo wasn’t much of a kisser, but feeling a big bite planted on the nape of his neck as Lobo got fully hilted inside sent a bolt of pleasure through his spine.

“What a match we are.” Bruce gripped the top of the stall with one hand and reached behind him for a fistful of Lobo's mane with the other, taking some leverage for himself. “I'm impatient too.” He was pinned pretty thoroughly by Lobo's body weight but he snapped his hips the best he could. “Fuck me like you're bad for my health.”

They were off to the races after that. Lobo was not just size for show. He had each one of Bruce’s thighs fully locked in his a wide spanning grip, bucking as far back as his hips could take him to fuck Bruce absolutely breathless, the only air Bruce felt like he was getting was the half a foot up Lobo tossed him with each thrust. 

“You do . . . . Ah shit, you do like a mess don’t you?” It didn't take long for Bruce to feel well and fully fucked. The mild concern he’d regret not lubing up more properly was washed away, Lobo was not just taking Bruce hard, he was giving back, in buckets.

“Czarnians cum hard they cum fast they cum often.” Lobo boasted proudly. The main man needed no cool down time. He had almost the opposite reaction to peaking. His first climax had him pick up speed, less gaps between movements, riding Bruce like they were on a time limit. “Keep up.” His second peak had Lobo grow a fascination with the noises he could wrench from Bruce by pulling all the way out and then rutting back in with the explicit goal of hitting Bruce’s prostate like a gong.

When Lobo dropped one of Bruce’s thighs to grab for the human’s cock, Bruce’s eyes rolled. ‘Maybe I do get too greedy.’ Bruce had been fucked before, well, by men of varying strength and sizes but it simply didn’t compare. It felt like Lobo was fucking his whole body and Bruce couldn’t get enough of it. When Lobo pulled back, Bruce was chasing him, not wanting to lose the sensation even for a second.

“Harder.” Was really the only word Bruce was capable of producing. The first time he said it as bit of a tease, then he shouted it like a demand, when his body started to spasm with release he groaned it out as a plead, for it not to end.

Bruce had forgotten Lobo’s little threat that the restroom was still open for business. He honestly didn’t even hear the door open. He only noticed they weren’t alone when the hand that had still had been holding a thigh, dropped it to trap hard across his mouth. Bruce let go of the top of the stall, there was nothing he could do about his slacks strewn on the restroom floor, other than hope whoever entered thought they were left behind or accept that this rest stop was just ‘one of those places’, but he could disappear from view.

“Shhhhh.” Lobo had the audacity to whisper as he let Bruce’s whole body weight fall on his cock. “I’m not really in a sharin mood.” He teased as he gave Bruce’s nipple a tweak with those bone breaking fingers of his, it made Bruce give a little yelp of surprise.

‘When are you ev . . . oh no.’ Lobo turned away from the stall door, he had stopped fucking Bruce, but he had not stopped touching him. After playing with Bruce’s chest a little bit he went back to stroking his cock, which to Bruce’s credit had the stamina to somehow get hard again.

“I can’t be quiet an fuck you, jus not my style, but I’m sure you can find a way Bruce.” Lobo bit on the back of Bruce’s ear. “That’s what good guys do? Find a way? Get there Bruce show me what you can do.”

“Fuck.” While Bruce could finally admit that getting fucked by Lobo was no easy endeavor, fucking himself on Lobo’s obelisk sized cock and doing so pin silent was near impossible. Yet Bruce wasn’t done, he wanted the satisfaction of getting Lobo off entirely on his own merit. So he grabbed harder into the coarse bush of Lobo’s hair, gripping his other hand on the bulky bone of Lobo’s hip and started to lift and fall, riding Lobo.

“Yer strong and loud Bruce, be careful I might just keep ya.” Lobo grunted out praise as he continued to stroke at Bruce’s cock.

‘Only so stealthy I can be like this.’ Bruce couldn’t help it, he was overstimulated, over worked, this was exhausting and exhilarating. He couldn't help but pant heavily through his nose, moan unrepentant against Lobo’s palm.

Bruce didn’t know if they were being quiet enough, hell he didn’t even know if their momentary audience was still around, he didn’t care. All Bruce cared about was getting that last few drops of pleasure he felt swirling through his core, all he cared about was the swell of Lobo’s cock, thumping heavily as it filled up and got ready for release. That’s all that mattered, that’s all there was, there wasn't room in Bruce for more.

“Give it all ya got good lookin.” Lobo coaxed, giving one big out of nowhere, bend with his knees sort of thrust and Bruce saw stars, every muscle in his body tightened, he shouted through this climax as he swore every bit of moisture left his body.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ It took ages for Bruce’s heart to stop racing. ‘Oh . . .fuck.’ He could feel Lobo dripping down his thighs. ‘Didn’t bite off more than I can chew but-' Bruce was full, satisfied, satiated.

“So tell me Bruce, said ya came her on a dare?’ Lobo stopped muffling Bruce, moving his hand down to hold the human by the waist in a one armed hug as he pulled out. “From a friend right?” He opened the stall door. Bruce gave a little sigh of relief when they emerged from the stall that they were alone. No one needed to see him paper towel himself dry enough not to stick to his ship’s seat.

“Not in so many words.” Bruce asked why Kal visited this rest stop without fail when returning from space and got a bit of a cautionary tale which Bruce took as more of personal challenge.

“Did ya need proof? Want me ta take a picture to prove ya went twelve rounds?” Lobo placed Bruce right where he had found him, back on the sink. He gave Bruce another once over and looked quite pleased with Bruce's after look. 

‘New best.’ Bruce’s head was still a little scrambled, the whole thing felt like some fantastical blur. Mathematically he knew he hadn’t cum twelve times, but the jelly felling to his legs made him doubt. “No, I’ve got all the proof I need.” The bite Lobo left on the back of his neck, the imprints of Lobo’s fingers on his thighs, every inch of his ass all ached in a very gratifyingly victorious way.

“I only know one earthling that ever comes out here, well if you can call em that.” Lobo surprised Bruce by hanging around, not just pulling his pants up and leaving.

“Call who what?”

“He just likes squattin on earth, isn’t from there if ya catch.”

“Oh, another alien . . . No offense, I doubt we have very many mutual friends.” Bruce didn’t have the energy for small talk, he needed an apple juice and a nap. “But if I do, I’ll send your regards.”

“Might know this one, he’s one of the good guys like you.” Lobo gave a sort of knowing smirk, which might have made Bruce nervous at the start of this, but he was too satiated to be alarmed. If Lobo did know, if he told anyone about this conquest would anyone believe that Batman had let the bounty hunter see under the mask and fuck under the hood?

“Well make sure to tell em, whoever the frag he is that ya won, tell em Lobo sentcha back all pickled and cum drunk, he’ll get a kick out of that. Hells show em how big I got yer eyes and mouth he might send me a thank you note.” Lobo did finally smile big and full of self pride. “Now get outta here, nothin else that crawls in here’s gonna be as good as whatcha just got.” Lobo shrugged in the direction of the door. It wasn't a sweet parting by any means, but a little possesive. Bruce could tell Lobo didn't just think Bruce shouldn't fuck anyone else today, he didn't think anyone else deserved it. 

“I could say the same thing.” Bruce hoped from his seat and finally got back in his trousers. “Counter offer. I'm beat, carry me to my ship and I'll pay you for the transport.”

“And he tips!” Lobo laughed as he swept Bruce up bridal style. “I might just be in love!” He gave a loud kick to the bathroom door.