"Put him down gently, boys." Lyell stood leaning against the doorframe watching his men carry the comatose body of his Eddy to the bed.
They laid his head on the pillows, his legs straight in front of him. He made a small fussy noise in his sleep, bringing his arm over his eyes. Lyell kept his stare on the boy.
"Get out."
The men looked at each other, complying without question. Once he heard the door click and footsteps fade, the bulky man made his way to the bed. Each step making his heart beat faster.
His feet hit the side of the bed, now he could see every single beautiful detail on the man. His chest softly rising in synch to his equally soft breathing.
How could his kitten do this to him? How could he just leave him?
He brought his hand to Eddy's face, stroking along his cheekbone, feeling the soft skin. His finger trailed down to the boy's cupid bow, slowly running it across his upper lip. He let out a sigh, missing those curvy lips, a gift from God he once thought.
He climbed over the limp body and onto the other side of the bed. He turned his back to Eddy, too upset to want to see him like this.
The first thing Eddy realized was that he was laying on his back. His hand lowered to his side and he gripped the soft silky covers of a ...bed?
He opened one eye cautiously, then the other.
He definitely was not in his hotel room, no this room had red velvet drapes, expensive rugs, beautiful wallpaper, and antique furniture.
A gentle breath made him jump. Was that me?
He heard it again, finally feeling the heat emanating from another body next to him. He turned his head to see the sleeping profile of Bolton right next to him.
He struggled to remember what had happened for him to end up here. Images of a black mask, a white cloth, the dark alley, tears, and flashing lights. Harvey...
He knew he should be afraid, he should be screaming and trying to suffocate the bastard…but he just…couldn't.
A whole new desire took over him.
Taking his time, he pushed himself onto his elbow, looking the larger man over. He bit his lip, using his other hand to place on the side of Lyell, straddling his hips with the older male's. He lent his face down, feeling the even breathing of his former lover's.
He placed a small kiss on Bolton's lips, pulling back when he felt large hands run themselves down his back.
Dark eyes stared into his green, enjoying the endless black they held. He smiled truthfully, kissing his lips once more, this time with a reaction. Again he pulled back, resting his head on Bolton's chest enjoying the quick thumping of his heartbeat.
"I missed you." A small whisper broke the silence above his head. He nodded on his chest not knowing anything else to do.
"Why did you leave?" Lyell's voice sounded so…different. It was soft and sweet, but not his voice.
He looked up to see if the tone in his voice was similar to his expression in his eyes. And to his dismay it was. There was no recognition in them, nothing warm that was there in Arkham.
"Because you were going to kill my friends and me." He lay back down, leaning his head into his neck, not wanting to think about the eerie change he had seen and heard. The hands moved to his forearms stroking lovingly.
"I wasn't going to kill you." Edward's fingers absently drew shapes on his chest, nodding once again.
"Did you miss me?" His voice was silky, warm, and very soothing. Even with the different edge he never felt so calm around him before.
Again the hands moved to play with his hair. In truth when he was feeling lonely he would think of Bolton, all the times they shared together, the secrets they shared together, the love they shared together.
He lifted himself up again, using his hands to caress the strong jaw with the faintest stubble.
"Yes." He whispered looking through the man below him.
He…couldn't see anything familiar. He couldn't see the man that cared for him in Arkham. He didn't know what he was looking at.
The hands that were playing with his hair now were locked behind his neck, thumbs moving over the skin carefully.
He pushed his head down, catching Bolton's rough lips into a deep kiss. Eddy's hands moved over his shoulders squeezing gently. The larger man's tongue swiped at Eddy's lip. He parted his own pink lips letting the muscle in and stroke it with his own tongue tasting the lingering taste of whiskey on it.
He shifted underneath Edward, rolling his hips with Eddy's. Edward didn't know why he was moving until he felt the evident hardness through the other's trousers. He removed his lips slightly satisfied by the small complaining noise the other man made, trailing light kisses from the corner of the other man's mouth to his cheek to his jaw and finally to his ear. He flicked his tongue out running it over the outlines of the appendage.
"Do you want me to ride you? Like those times at Arkham?" His voice was a breathy whisper, making sure to let the other man feel his warm breath over his ear. He heard a light chuckle. "Mmmm you know me so well, Kitten."
Edward shivered at his nickname, loving the way it sounded when it rolled off of his tongue. He sat up, his back fully straight and pulled his shirt all the way off, making sure to beam as brightly as possible. Lyell's hands moved to his sides, running his hands up and down over his flat stomach, his slightly defined torso and up to his nipples. Pawing them with his palms, smiling when the man on top of him purred.
Edward sighed helping the man below him out of his own shirt. He took a moment to look over Bolton's torso. It was God-like. So muscly and ripped, a slight peach tint to it. He was a huge guy. Sometimes it surprised him that he wasn't crushed to death when they had their other intimate exchanged in Arkham.
Bringing his head down, he kissed the skin between the man's pecks. Sucking the skin between his teeth, before letting it go and kissing it again. He brought his knee over onto the other side so it wouldn't get in the way of taking Bolton's pants off. He unzipped it, looking up to see the small flush on the muscled man. He smiled bashfully when he saw the obvious tent in the man's tight black briefs. He kissed the clothed muscle shuddering when he heard a groan from the other man.
He kissed it again, his hand sliding over his abs.
Finally he pulled the cloth off, keeping eye contact as he did so. Edward felt the bed shift and a drawer open. He looked back up, Lyell was holding a bottle of lubricant. He reached up and grabbed it knowing that his lover never liked foreplay, he just wanted to get to the rough stuff and Edward was glad to comply.
"Thanks." He mumbled under his breath keeping his voice low. He poured some of the liquid unto his hand, his chest clenching. He wrapped an oily hand around the erect length bringing it up and down over the tip and down to the base. Running his thumb over the slit to hear another impatient grunt. With a catlike poise he crawled over the toned man, settling on his hips again.
To distract himself from just rutting down on the waiting male he gave his throat a long and sloppy kiss. Taking one hand he reached in between his legs and positioned it against him. The larger man bucked his hips hastily, just needing to be inside of his Eddy.
Edward slowly slid onto him, the feeling as good as before. Knowing the other man was there. It felt amazing. God it felt great to know Lyell was there for him.
Two large hands grabbed his hips pushing him down, bruising the skin underneath his fingertips. Eddy closed his eyes and turned to the side. "Ah-ahhh g-give me a…moment please." He asked, on the verge of whining. He wasn't used to it yet and Bolton was pushing him down deeper and deeper.
It was starting to hurt and become uncomfortable. "Lyell…w-wait!" He could feel something inside him about to give out and rip. The man below him ignored his request doing the exact opposite and thrusting his own hips higher letting out a loud moan, while Edward let out a small cry.
"Stop! Just give me a second Bolton!" The smaller man snapped, Edward never called him by his last name it was actually surprising that even Eddy was shocked.
He looked at the tears in his lover's eyes staring dumbly as Edward was trying to get off. "I'm sorry Ed, I-I guess I lost control there. You can keep going." He let out a small laugh, degrading the sincerity of the phrase 'Im sorry'. Why is he being so rough? He was always so gentle with me and now he basically just ripped me apart. Did i do something? I-I guess I deserve it after leaving him…
"I-Its okay, babe. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. Lets just take it slow, kay?" He placed his soft hands on the side of his cheeks, arching his back to place a sweet kiss on his forehead. Lyell nodded, cupping Edward's backside. Once Bolton was fully enveloped he started rocking back and forth on top of him. Slowly at first until Edward realized he was craving more. He sat up his hands palming Bolton's pecks, thrusting his hips higher and harder.
Both of them were panting so hard that they could barely manage words; he could feel Lyell tensing underneath him, changing the pace of his simple bucking to fast pounding. The soft moans underneath the smaller man turning into short and fast grunts. Edward's head snapped back and eyes dilated when he felt his lover press the right button.
Again he slammed into his prostate, Edward's breath catching in his throat his eyes filling with white stars. The man smirked deviously watching his younger lover's neck pulsate, a look of pure ecstasy glazing his face. He repeated the action over and over drinking in the addicting sounds of cut off gasps and moans.
With a fast yelped out cry he released himself over Lyell's chest, face flushed and body sweaty. The larger man couldn't take all sensations at one, the heat and pleasure his groin was getting , the delicious sounds Edward was making, and knowing that he had satisfied his lover was enough to just throw him to his brink.
Edward fell limp on top of the sweaty and sticky man. They lie their in each other's embrace just letting out small sighs or short breaths. Edward groaned as Bolton pulled out of him. He flopped down next to the dozing man , covering his eyes tiredly with his arm.
This is as good as its going to get. Harvey will never want me as much as I want him and Lyell is the only man that I know does feel for me in some sort of way.
He turned and wrapped his arm around the firm torso, his hair tucked fittingly underneath the larger man's armpit.
I guess I cant complain. Lyell loves me…
He pondered the thought. The man never admitted it, he only expressed he missed him. Is that what people who love each other do? They miss each other right?
He doesn't love you, he lusts you.
Something chirped in the back of his mind.
You're his plaything and nothing more.
But that cant be it. There has to be some feelings behind all of this. He had to have some sort of amount of love in him for Edward. Can the same be said for Bolton?
Do I love him?
