You do know what you're getting into, right?
Yes.
And you're sure you really want to do this?
YES.
As Nny was doing most of the kissing, Edgar concentrated on getting his pants off without breaking the kiss.
His attempts proved ineffectual, however, as the hem of his pajama pants caught on the tip of his erection.
He groaned in embarassment and Johnny broke the kiss, confused. "What?"
Poor Edgar. Do you think this is a sign from God?
NO. I DON'T. Now just shut the f#$k up!
Oh. You're angry.
Nny looked down and took Edgar's member in his hand, using the other to pull the pants the rest of the way down.
...f#&k.
I thought you wanted this...?
I'm not so sure now...
God, Edgar, make up your damn mind.
Well, it's sort of a big decision to make!
Edgar gasped and grabbed Johnny's wrist, trying to pull his hand away. "St...stop!"
Nny frowned and yanked his arm back. "Why?"
"I can't do this."
Johnny growled. "Why the f#&k not?!"
Edgar scrambled up and pulled his pants back on. "It's too fast!"
Nny took his wrists and jerked him forward. "You f#&king lied to me!"
Edgar tried to pull away, but the other man's grip tightened. "I wasn't lying, Nny." He fought to keep calm under Johnny's death glare. "I do love you. I just don't think we're ready for this yet."
"And who the f#&k are you to decide if we're ready or not?!"
"It's a two person decision, Nny! If I don't think we're ready than we're not going to do it!"
Johnny growled again and put a hand around Edgar's throat. "I'll f#&king kill you!"
Edgar coughed. "No. You won't."
Johnny's eyes widened. "What did you say?" His grip loosened.
"I said you won't. You won't kill me because things aren't perfect, Nny. I know you now. There's no way you'd kill me at this point. You want things to be perfect."