Edgar slid his fingers through blue strands before leaning back to watch Nny, who was staring blankly at him. "Please don't do this. You wanted me to prove it and that's what I plan to do."
Johnny looked up slowly. He opened his mouth to speak, faltered, and closed it again.
"You do still want me to prove it, don't you?"
Nny sat still for a moment, then, without warning, leaned up and kissed Edgar.
Guess that's a yes.
He grinned into the kiss before slipping his tongue between the barrier of lips. He felt a bony finger trace one of the scars beneath his eyes and slowly leaned backward onto his bed, pulling Johnny on top of him.
You're a naughty boy, Edgar.
Okay, this is the part where I ignore you.
What? You don't want advice?
Not from you
That hurts.
He took his hands from Nny's hair and slid them down his back, fingers briefly skimming the bumps of Johnny's spine along the way.
He really needs to eat more.
Silence.
Aren't you going to say something?
More silence. Edgar mentally shrugged it off, then broke the kiss. As they both gasped for air, Edgar took the hem of Johnny's shirt and pulled it off. Nny made an unusual guttural sound as his shirt was tossed aside.
Edgar hushed him gently and wrenched his own shirt off before dropping it off the side of the bed where it joined Johnny's on the white carpeted floor.
"You sure this is what you want?"
Nny growled. "Quit asking me that before I change my mind."
Dude to the man's mental state, Edgar was fairly sure he'd change his mind whether he continued asking him or not.
Forget Johnny's mental state. Maybe you should be thinking of your own sanity at this point.
There you are.
Johnny snatched Edgar's glasses off his face and hurriedly placed them on the nightstand.
"Wh--?" Before Edgar could form the one word, Nny had rolled them over so Edgar was on top and yanked his head down for another kiss.