He could feel his heartbeat flutter at the words, the gentle, caring words that he couldn't possibly imagine Johnny uttering from his self reserved lips, contrasting the now dark enclosure of the room. It was probably somewhere around 9:00 p.m. although the the thought remained only for a split second when Nny's voice broke through.

"... I need you to... ugh!" Johnny gripped at his hair and scrunched his face up in pain (or frustration; Edgar couldn't tell). He shifted uncomfortably on Edgar's lap, creating a glorious amount of friction between the two and Edgar had to stifle a loud moan, feeling that this was an inappropriate time to do so. Nny, on the other hand, gasped loudly and let his hands fall back down to his sides. Whatever was bothering him clearly seemed to have gone away.

"The voices..." Johnny mumbled just barely audibly. He stole a quick glance at Edgar from the corner of his eye and then stared off into the kitchen area, deep in thought. Edgar stayed as still as he could, ever so slightly afraid that perhaps his tastes weren't exactly the safest and hoping for the love of GOD that Johnny would move some more. Not like he could help himself, really, I mean, Johnny was naked and he only had his boxers on. Still, he felt an unusual vibe coming from the younger of the two and was concerned for both of their well being.

Edgar had to take this time to think about some things himself (now that he was slightly more sober), because what he was feeling right now didn't seem logical to the situation. Sure, Johnny could kill him at any moment so of coarse he felt a bit freaked out, but he was also madly in love with him and filled with lust just from thinking about how far he was being allowed to go with the boy, but there was an odd amount of suspicion in his head too. He couldn't quite place why, yet, it kept him peeking towards the window every now and then. The curtains were closed; maybe he was just being paranoid, or still a little drunk?

His head suddenly began to spin as his groin was getting hot from the amount of attention it was getting and he could hardly register what was happening. Johnny had begun grinding up on him, thrusting his hips violently against Edgar's while trying to free him of his boxers. Edgar had eagerly helped him in the task and shortly after it was flesh on flesh, two hard members stealing pleasure from pure skin. Nny was moaning the whole time through, unable to control these new feelings and sensations while Edgar enhanced them by adding his own thrusts into the rhythm.

Edgar could feel the lithe body begin to tense up and he quickly forced it down onto the couch before allowing Johnny to release.

"Ah... wha... What the fuck are you doing?" Johnny asked out of breath, completely shadowing the fact that he was angry. The serious face Nny got from Edgar startled him. Since when did this man have a back bone?

"First, tell me what the hell happened a few moments ago. Tell me what's wrong." Nny's heart was jumping around in his chest like mad and he wasn't sure why, but he didn't like being forced to say or do anything he didn't want, so he struggled to get free. Edgar firmly held the boy by his wrists above his head. He was much stronger than the skinny adolescent beneath him and felt guilt at the shivers of delight the boy's squirming had caused, but he had priorities; this wasn't going to be one-sided.

"I-I don't know..." Nny stuttered out, still slightly out of breath and desperately needing more of Edgar's touch.

"It's just... I don't feel so..." The dark homicidal eyes stared intimately into the hazel ones above him, pouring out the most honest answer he could give. He was far from dignity now, not that it had ever been important in the first place.

Edgar listen attentively, staring back into ebony eyes with adoration, soaking in the moment and hoping that Johnny hadn't planned for this to be a one time fling, wanting to hold him close and cherish him for as long as he could. Edgar pushed the distracting thoughts as far back as they would go, for now.

"...the voices go away when we do..." Johnny's face began to get hot and he shifted uncomfortably underneath Edgar at the feeling, although he couldn't move much with his hands pinned above his head.

"...those things." He continued.

"I don't know why, but... it just seems right."

Edgar couldn't believe his ears! How many people had ever gotten this close to Johnny before and had ever even heard this kind of confession (or even been close to hearing one)? A large grin smoothed over the man's face and he felt so light it seemed like he was high and Edgar was so overrun with emotion and joy, yet he somehow managed to hold his composure.

"I'm so glad." Was all he managed to say. He bent down to sweetly kiss the boy's forehead but stopped abruptly when Johnny loudly whined when their members touched for a fleeting moment.

"Ah! Please... Edgar..." Johnny looked up at him desperately, face completely pink.

"What do you need me to do?" Edgar asked, not wanting to go farther than he should, but still far to aroused to prevent himself from lightly grinding on the boy more.

Johnny's loud gasps filled the room and he had to squint his eyes in attempts to control his moans. After one hard movement, he couldn't hold back a cry.

"Christ, Edgar, just fuck me!" The words fumbling desperately out of Johnny's lips.

Edgar needed no further argument. The sudden outburst and steamy words couldn't have convinced him more and he wanted to do this as sweetly as possible (or, at least as sweetly as he could remember being possible).

He gently stroked Nny's face with the back of his hand and brought his fingers to the boy's mouth, but they were slowly pushed aside by a bony hand.

"No. I need to feel this, every sensation and every push, to lose the noise. Don't make it soft. Do it hard so I know it's real, otherwise I might just wake up." Johnny's last sentence was seductively commanding and Edgar felt no need to argue, but did harbor a bit of concern for the younger of the two, although, after a long look into lust filled eyes he couldn't take it much longer.

"Remember," Nny said softly, but dangerously. "Make it hurt."

With one rough thrust Edgar had plunged deep inside of Johnny, making the boy scream out in pain and masochistically derived pleasure and, despite how the feeling made Edgar see stars, he hesitated before continuing; deep pants and moans from Nny motivated him to keep moving.

Edgar thrust in slowly, pulling out lightly before gently pressing back into Nny's entrance, grunting and heavily breathing with each push. Johnny moaned and whimpered into each thrust and wrapped his legs around Edgar's waist to encourage him to go faster, but the man kept his pace.

"Ah!... oh... fuck, Edgar... harder... please." Johnny managed to utter out between his moans.

As the pace increased Johnny began rocking his hips with Edgar's movement to force him in deeper, feeling Edgar's cock pull against his insides with each motion and making him feel full. The pain from the plunge was fading too quickly for his liking.

"Nng... Edga- AH~!" Johnny screamed out loud when the tip of Edgar's head penetrated his prostate and a euphoria of pleasure he had never imagined electrified within him at an alarming speed.

"OH FUCK, HARDER! AHH!" Soon Edgar was pounding into Johnny with all his might, taking all of his will power not to come inside of him until he was satisfied, but the boy was still riding out, screaming in pleasure each time Edgar hit that spot in him.

Wanting to make the other come soon, Edgar gave Nny the pain he so desperately desired (watered down to Edgar's preference, of coarse). He leaned down while still pounding into Johnny and grabbed the dark haired boy by his shoulders, being sure to dig his nails deep into his skin.

The boy wailed out in pleasure and wrapped his arms around Edgar's neck and bit down on his collarbone to muffle the noise.

Edgar's head began to spin and he knew it was only a matter of time for him, but he wasn't sure how he could finish this quickly. Without thinking, Edgar grabbed Nny's hair roughly while dragging his other nails across the boy's back, drawing blood, feeling the body violently tremble in indulgence.

"Come for me." He whispered surprisingly promiscuous sounding, holding Nny's face close to his own.

Johnny cried out, feeling his body buck and twitch while he released himself over his own chest. Edgar followed shortly after when Nny's body tensed around his throbbing member and he released himself deep within the boy, receiving a satisfied, silent yelp from him as he felt his insides being filled with the warm fluid. Everything was so warm as they passed out together on the couch, one with voices cleared from his head and the other with love filled in his heart.

Author's notes.
Yay! It's finally done!
Sorry it's not quite as good as the other ones, written at around 3:00 am-ish and had to force myself to finish it.
Damn writer's block, but it's all good now!