A new Twiddler fic. (With a hunk of Eddie/Jon thrown in.)
Sorry to all of you who like me for Bat/Joker, I am still writing it.
But, Twiddler is kinda' my baby...
Edward lay on his bed, his feet kicked in the air, reading a book by the light of the dimmed lamp.
He sighed to himself, and let his eyes flick over to the door of the bedroom, Jon would be home any minute now.
It was ok, he'd done all the cleaning, the food was in the oven, he'd even fitted that new graphics card to the computer.
But still his heart jumped in slight fear as he heard the door click open.
"Ed, I'm home!" Jon's voice called to him, it wasn't polite or friendly, it was a command.
"Coming, Jon" Edward called gently, marking his book and placing it on his pillow. He hopped from the bed and began his walk from the room.
"C'mon kid, my bag won't hang it's self up!" Jon yelled, his tone both condescending and angry.
Edward didn't see why he couldn't do it himself, the peg was right by the front door! One hand movement it would take, one. But for Edward it meant abandoning his book, almost falling down the stairs, and rushing across the three rooms that separated the stairs and the front door.
Edward picked up the hand-sewn brown bag and hung it on it's peg, he smiled at Jon as the man leaned in for a kiss.
"Did you fix the computer today?" Jon asked as he wrapped an arm around Edward's waist.
Edward nodded, taking another soft kiss from Jon's warm, sweet lips, "Yeah, it just needed a new graphics card so I switched it to the-"
Jon raised his hand to stop Edward mid sentence, he placed the hand to Edward's face, sliding his long finger along the small man's jaw, "I didn't ask what you did, did I? I just asked if you fixed it. Yes or no will suffice."
Edward gave a tiny huff and smiled again, "Yes, Jon, I fixed the computer."
"Good!" Jon said triumphantly, breaking himself from Edward and slumping on the nearby sofa, flicking on the tv, "Food?"
"10 minutes," Edward said, his voice wavering a little.
Jon tutted, "Close… Try harder next time."
Edward gave another huff, another smile.
"Sit with me," Jon commanded, patting the seat next to him.
Edward complied, leaning away from Jon slightly, but being sure to keep some kind of physical contact with him.
"You're so sweet to me, Eddie…" Jon cooed, running a hand over Eddie's leg.
Eddie hummed happily, and pulled his phone from the pocket of his trousers to find that he had received a text.
He always kept his phone on silent, so Jon wouldn't hear it and ask who he was talking too.
He always knew when Eddie was lying.
Dent: Is he bugging you again?
Eddie held back a sigh, and texted back, Don't be so hard on him, he's sweet really.
Jon let out a short laugh at the tv, the noise made Edward jump a little.
Dent: No, he's controlling. He's tricked you into thinking he's sweet.
He's not a hobbit Harvey…
Edward smiled at his boyfriend, as if trying to share the joke, but not wanting him to know it.
Dent: He's a tricksey hobbit Edward. He's short enough to be one too
He's taller than me!
The oven timer beeped loudly, making Edward leap from his skin.
Jon laughed heartily, and leaned over to ruffle Edward's hair, "Silly boy…" he said almost mockingly, "Go on then," he gestured towards the kitchen.
Edward hopped to his feet and took the food from the oven: Enchiladas… Why the hell not?
Plenty of cheese, Edward knew how Jon liked his cheese.
He cut the portions in half and ladled them onto their plates.
He placed Jon's on the man's knee, and Jon took the opportunity to pull Edward close to him, bending him to reach his lips, and clasping a hand tightly to his backside.
"I do love you Eddie…" Jon growled gently with a smile as he removed his hand and let Edward stand, "You might want to umm…" he gave Edward's backside a soft pat, "lay off eating so much, sweet thing, you've gained a bit of flab…"
Edward frowned and looked around at his own arse, true, he was gaining a little, but it couldn't be more than a few pounds. He sighed gently, then smiled, "More of me to love?" he offered hopefully.
Jon smirked and shook his head, "Now now, I want you looking perfect. Flab is not perfect."
Edward nodded gently, and sat with his own food on the sofa, putting his legs over Jon's and his back against the wall.
Dent: You must be a hobbit too then.
Oi, I am no hobbit!
Jon looked at the moderately large amount of food on Eddie's plate, and frowned, "Give me some of that."
But he had his own, Edward had cut it equally.
"You're getting fat, Edward…" Jon said with a slight growl.
Edward nodded, and slid a small amount of the food on his plate onto Jon's. He knew Jon was doing It for his own good. He really did hate that he was gaining weight…
Dent: Yes, you're too sweet to be a hobbit.
Psh, I'm not that sweet.
"Do you like the food?" Edward asked happily.
Jon nodded, "Yeah, bit hot, but yeah." He waved his hand in excitement, "Hey, it's that advert you like!"
Edward laughed gently and nodded, "I think it's funny," he reminded himself.
Jon leant over and rand his hand up and down Edward's arm, leaning towards him slightly.
Dent: Sweet enough for me.
Oh shush, you wouldn't know what to do with me.
Jon ate his food messily, humming gently in appreciation, then he sat and waited for Edward to finish.
Edward was all too aware of the look Jon was giving him, he knew it well. It was a nice look…
Edward hurried to finish his food, then felt his phone go off again.
Dent: I know better than Jon does.
Edward chuckled lightly.
"What's so funny?" Jon asked, smiling that familiar smile which meant he was horny.
Edward shook his head slightly, "It doesn't matter." He shifted slightly, and moved his foot so it rubbed slightly against Jon's crotch, making the man squirm a little and moan gently.
"Seems you know what I want…" Jon breathed, thrusting himself up against Edward's foot.
Edward nodded, smiling gently, his eyes flicked to the pocket of his jeans, where his phone sat, wishing he could text Harvey back, but continuing to rub himself against Jon's hardening length in spite.
Jon moaned gently, leaning forward to grab Edward's shirt, and pull him forward, forcing a deep kiss on his lips. "I wonder what this will feel like…" Jon said, pulling Edward's head down slightly, and unzipping his own fly.
"M-might hurt," Edward said gently as Jon revealed his long member; the body's reaction to the mild chilli in the Enchilada's…
Jon chuckled, "I always liked a little bit of pain… I've not tried this before."
Jon tugged lightly at himself, then looked between Edward and his own dick, gesturing for the smaller man to continue.
Edward shifted, nestling himself on he floor between Jon's legs, and leaning forward to give the man's tip a gentle kiss.
Jon chuckled, the smile wide on his face.
Edward looked up at him keeping eye contact as best he could, he drew a long lick over the head, and ran his tongue down the shaft.
He slid the head into his mouth, giving the object a gentle suck, listening to Jon hiss as the chilli worked into his skin. Edward withdrew immediately, leading Jon to frown and snap "Did I tell you to stop?"
Edward cleared his throat lightly and placed his mouth back on the length, beginning to suck quickly, moving his mouth and moaning, still keeping eye contact.
He moved his mouth down, lapping at the base and letting the head tickle the back of his throat.
"Ah, shit…" Jon moaned, writhing and thrusting into the back of Edward's throat, making his muscles jump slightly.
Edward hummed, letting his eyes squint a little as Jon thrust up at him, hitting him at the wrong angle, making him want to gag.
He shifted and began to suck quicker, moving his mouth swiftly, letting the object fill him, and leave him, again and again, prodding hard into him, lapping at it with his tongue he let out hard growling noises.
Edward continued to move his head, letting precum run down his throat and letting his drool run down the hard pulsing member.
He felt a buzz in his pocket, Harvey had texted him again, probably asking why he hadn't responded. Edward screwed his eyes shut, focusing on the task in hand.
Jon reached his hand forward and buried in in Edward's ginger hair, forcing him to move quicker, go deeper.
"Fuck… Eddie… Fuck, you like my cock don't you…" Jon whispered with a moan.
The phone in his pocket buzzed again, and he crewed his eyes tighter, letting Jon man-handle his head.
He was talking, that meant he as close.
"Fuck, Eddie, you love having your face fucked."
Not that Jon would know… He'd never taken the time to ask.
Edward felt Jon starting to twitch, he ran his tongue along the shaft, drawing the orgasm from him, making the man shudder ad moan, screaming gently, he forced his head forward, his eyes wide.
He then slumped in the chair, letting his hand loose from Eddie's hair, he let out a small 'whoo' noise, and smiled at the small man, "Damn you're good at that."
Eddie raised himself to his feet, leaving Jon to watch tv, and he poured himself some juice.
He quickly pulled out his phone.
Dent: Do you want to come and meet me tomorrow? For coffee or something?
Edward smiled, feeling his heart flutter in his chest.
I'd prefer a cold drink, but yeah, sure. What time?
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