There was only so much humidity that Edgar could take before he resorted to using the fan, which wafted air around just a little too loudly -a noise that was usually oddly comforting, filling in the silence with a pleasant buzz when he was alone, but as he scurried to and fro in attempts to tidy his apartment, he found that it edged between annoying and useful rather than soothing. He viscously scrubbed at the counters while trying to ignore the fan, little skips in his heart making him a little less unhappy.
Edgar was very excited, hence why his cleaning habits were a bit more... erratic than usual. Whereas any other day he would ignore the little piece of lint lining the t.v screen or the fact that his bed sheets had a few folds sticking out, these things only reminded him of the great change that was about to happen, so he erased their existence to try to rid himself of the anxiety that gnawed on his brain and filled his stomach with, less than ticklish, butterflies. He felt ill with anticipation, both from his instinctive physical reaction (i.e, the butterflies) and the mental strain from his paranoia and happiness having an all out war in his head.
The man desperately wished that he could lie down for a bit, "and maybe settle my belly," he told himself aloud, briefly rubbing his hand over said area.
He sighed and leaned his forehead against the nearest wall, massaging his temples to try and relieve the pain. It never usually worked, but he'd seen it done in movies so many times that he subconsciously made himself believe that it would, becoming a part of his "Many ways to Combat Stress".
"Jesus, it's too stuffy in here..." he muttered to no one in particular. The fan really wasn't doing anything than blowing air around. Edgar contemplated opening the window, but the rain outside was coming down so hard that it was hard to distinguish between air and water, making him think otherwise.
Another sigh filled the room and he made himself stop dusting a small light purple vase of Iceberg Roses that he had begun cleaning without realizing what he was doing, pulling out a chair just to his left and resting his elbow on the table next to it, just before retrieving it back to his side.
Bad manners to put your elbows on the table, just like Gran used to say.
Edgar ran his fingers through his light brown hair, feeling the sweat moistening his skin, and smiled at the fact that he finally managed to keep his thoughts inside of his head for once. He gently grabbed the vase with his free hand and examined the flowers inside, each petal swirling in motion with the next, the smooth velveteen texture making his face flush slightly while he appreciated the feel. Not that he really like Iceberg Roses all that much, he honestly believed that he was more of a Night-Blooming Cereus kind of person (he decided after visiting some flower gardens, although he's never actually had one), but these roses were all that he had left from his Gran's funeral. For some reason, they managed to live as long as they did and Edgar wasn't completely sure how. He wasn't an expert on flowers (although he was pretty close), but vase flowers didn't usually last for more than ten days.
He traced the swirly pattern on the glass with his thumb as if in some sort of mild trance.
"It's so sad. Isn't it?"
It is...
"What are you going to do?"
I'm tired...
"There's more to be done."
I know...
"Smash the vase."
Edgar sat up, slightly taken back. His internal conversations didn't usually sound like that, but after a couple of minutes of pondering there was still nothing to be heard, confusing him all the more. He pushed his glasses up his the bridge of his nose, put the vase back on the shelf that he found it on and went to the bathroom. He really needed a shower.
Approaching the bathroom door, the first thing Edgar noticed was that he left the light on, something he hardly ever did, although it made sense now, since he had been cleaning it like mad just hours before. The brunette man quickly rotated his hand so that he could see his watch.
6:47
It really had been hours... Johnny left his place at around one and he had been cleaning since then, waiting for the boy's return at 7:30. No wonder his body was so sore! That much cleaning is way too much for one day
but at least Johnny won't dislike it here.
Edgar caught his reflection in the mirror and noticed the red blush staining his face. He quickly looked away, feeling the heat on his cheeks intensify. What was he getting so embarrassed about? It's not like there's anyone else here. He still couldn't help but feel flustered, the excitement he felt earlier still hadn't worn off completely and thinking about Johnny was just making him go crazy inside. The best thing for him to do right now would be to take a nice warm shower to calm down, he decided while pulling his shirt above his head knocking his glasses off of his face. He hear them gently clink against the tiled floor and was about to kneel down to pick them up until he caught the scent of his shirt. He really needed that shower.
-And what if Johnny comes back early? Edgar's heart raced in panic. He would come back and Edgar would wreak! For some reason this seemed to be extremely stress inducing at the moment. Edgar didn't want to offend Johnny with his God-awful stench! He quickly tore off the rest of his clothing and jumped into the shower, turning the nozzle on "hot" and flinching as he was greeted first with ice cold water before it gradually became warmer.
As his sore limbs were soothed by the heat of the water and the sound of it bouncing off the tub cleared his head, Edgar suddenly realized that Nny would have to get all of his stuff through the rain and he was sure that the boy didn't own an umbrella of any sort. He would finish his shower quickly so that he would be able to help him.
The man reached for the pink fuzz that he identified to be his shower scrunchie hanging for a hook on the shower wall and grasped at the green blur sitting on the ledge. His olive oil and jasmine scented soap coated the scrunchie with wonderful smelling bubbles and he immediately scrubbed at his arms and back, being sure to clean his feet and "other parts" last.
As the last of his soapy armor was washed off by the water, Edgar quickly twisted nozzle a little past "cold" and onto "off". Very inconvenient placement, considering he got a good blast of cold water before the shower was completely off.
When he hopped out of the tub, he blindly grabbed around the white walls, looking for where his white towel was hanging and, just as he grabbed it, he heard his front door slam open. Edgar winced as he heard the doorknob make its harsh collision with the adjacent door, knowing that it would no-doubt leave an unattractive mark, and knowing that Johnny was probably not pleased with having to bring everything up on his own in the rain.
Edgar freaked out a bit and clumsily wrapped the towel around his waist, while hastily trying to locate and collect his clothes and his glasses. He worked out how the conversation would go in his head.
Oh, I'm so glad you made it back alright. I was so worried that this would happen, so I tried to get ready as soon as I could to help you out, but I didn't expect you to be back so soon.
The clunk of boots and sloshing of water resonated through the hallway between the bathroom and the kitchen/ living area. That water was going to be a pain to clean.
...but believe me, I'm glad you're here and I totally understand why you would be upset.
His hands frantically danced around the tiles as he tried to find his glasses. The entire world was nothing but a blurry mess of colours, just like his paintings in kindergarden.
The footsteps were getting closer.
"Sorry, Johnny, I'm just in the bathroom right now! I'll be out in a moment to help you as soon as I can!"
The footsteps stopped for a moment and Edgar could somehow feel that the boy was contemplating what to do next, however, it wasn't long until they continued, but with much less fury and effort put into each step.
Edgar really wanted to change into different clothes, but that would require him running out of the bathroom and possibly into Johnny, which was definitely not a good idea right now, and the ones he had in his hand were sweaty and stinky, completely erasing the purpose of his shower if he put them on.
He was just thankful that- oh.
Edgar could barely make out the dark and blurry outline of the skinny figure before him.
Damn.
Of coarse he'd forget to close the bathroom door.
The two of them stood still for a moment, the awkward silence intensifying the stare down they were currently having, Johnny obviously able to stare more than Edgar could at the moment, both trying to take in what exactly was going to happen now.
Edgar really wished that Johnny would just walk away right now and leave Edgar to die of embarrassment in peace.
OH GOD! What kind of guy just leaves the bathroom door open when he's expecting guests! I haven't had anyone over in so long that I must have forgotten the mannerisms one most uphold to in order not to flaunt their nakedness in front of others unintentionally! He probably thinks I'm a huge pervert or some sicko!
Despite his current poker face, Edgar was having a mental breakdown that involved lots of internal crying. It would be so much nicer if he could see what Johnny's reaction was, or at least any part of him, but his vision was too bad without his glasses that he couldn't analyze any body language whatsoever to help with his next move.
"I... ah..." Edgar stuttered. "I'm very, VERY sorry. It's just... uhm... I'm not uh... used to... um..." He felt like his tongue was swollen. The words weren't as nice sounding as he'd like them to be.
"Johnny, I'm-"
"You're kind of beautiful..." Edgar heard Johnny whisper out. His eyes widened in shock and he could feel his face heat up again.
"W-what!" Edgar fell backwards from his initial shock.
"Now would be a great time to let him kill you."
Not a good time for this!
"I disagree. It would be romantic."
The older man refocused his attention back at the boy, trying to overcome the painfully fast heartbeat and butterflies he was experiencing, noticing that the skinny blur was slowly making its way over to where he was sitting.
"I think I see now..." Johnny continued, unperturbed by Edgar's reaction.
"Johnny I'm really-"
"Johnny?" The voice questioned.
There was a short pause before he continued, more joyously, almost laughing.
"Oh no, please!" Johnny laughed slightly, sounding very pleased with himself.
"Call me Nny."
Edgar wasn't really sure how to go about this. All he had to account for was sound, but sometimes Nny could sound happy, but be plotting out something that would suggest otherwise, even though it seemed as though his violence was lessening...
His best bet was to assume that Johnny was sincere with his happiness, which made Edgar feel much better.
"So J-Nny, d-does this mean you're um... still staying?" Edgar asked rather bashfully, looking up to dark blur's face.
"Whatever do you mean, Edgar dear?" Nny sang out, stroking the side of Edgar's face with the back of his hand. The man fell into a sort of blissful, daydreamy trance, unable to fully comprehend why this was all happening, too happy to care. He was beginning to realize what a man-whore he was for Johnny's attention.
"I-I mean... are you s-still moving in with me?" Edgar fluttered his eyes, trying so very hard to clearly see Nny's face as he held his hand still over Edgar's.
Suddenly the hand whipped back and struck Edgar's cheek, leaving a harsh red sting where it was once a loving caress. It was all Edgar could do to hold back his tears.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Johnny's voice cracked and became more shrill as he screamed.
"YOU MEAN HE'S FUCKING MOVING IN WITH YOU!" Edgar slid further away from the figure. That was definitely not Johnny.
Despite his attempts at sliding across the bathroom floor to get away, Edgar was on the ground, wearing nothing but a towel, nearly blind, and had the door blocked by an unknown intruder, most likely a teenager from the sound of the voice cracks. What frightened him the most was that it was a teenager who clearly knew who Johnny was, and he couldn't escape the feeling that he'd seen/heard him somewhere before.
"OH I SEE HOW IT IS!" The boy continued to scream out. Rage and venom very clearly filled his voice.
"YOU... YOU MUST HAVE PLANNED THE WHOLE THING!"
He got closer to Edgar, who could now see that he held a large shiny object in one hand. Judging from the approximate shape, he'd say it was a knife.
Fuck.
"Well, it may not be Johnny, but who ever this is looks and acts close enough."
No, this isn't...
"Listen, I recommend getting up and at least ATTEMPTING to try and beat the shit out of him before you get shanked, lest you want to go down blind AND naked without some sort of fight."
I don't know if... I'm really scared. Maybe he'll reach a moral epiphany?
"Right. Like 'God' is gonna save you."
"...MAKES SO MUCH SENSE! Oh, you don't know how long I've waited for this." The sudden serious edge caught Edgar off guard who, realizing he missed a fair bit of the stranger's rant, really hoped he hadn't missed anything important.
"Except for the part where you get the shit torn out of you while this guy run's off with your boyfriend... you didn't really miss too much."
The intruder's face was inches away from Edgar's and he tried to scuttle away some more, but his back was already against the wall. He was very literally trapped. The boy placed his hand back on Edgar's face, who flinched in disgust, much to the stranger's amusement.
"Oh, you really are very pretty like this." The teen whispered in the brunette's ear, feeling him squirm at the sensation that his hot breath on his earlobe made. Edgar could picture the evil Cheshire-like grin that must have been on the boy's face.
"I might just have to enjoy myself a little bit before I enjoy myself A LOT." He seductively cooed out, somehow managing to sound menacing at the same time. He began to stroke Edgar's cheek as he nibbled on his earlobe.
Enough of this! Edgar decided, and lifted a shaky arm, preparing to send a punch flying. Suddenly, the flash of the blade flew across his vision and he cried out as an unbearable amount of pain seared through him from his earlobe, which was now burning and bleeding uncontrollably. He could feel heavy globs of blood slide down the left side of his face and on his right cheek, which the boy licked at playfully, insane giggles escaping his mouth. When Edgar tried to tilt away he felt the cold and rusted edge of the knife scrape against his neck.
"No, no, no." The stranger said motherly, before becoming violent once again.
"You have to be good and take this like the little fag you are." He held the knife even tighter at Edgar's throat as if to accent what he meant.
"Seriously. Get up!"
uhnn...
The blood flow from Edgar's ear was too much, and he was quickly losing consciousness, unable to keep his eyes open or think straight.
"...W...why?" He uttered out weakly.
"You're not allowed to have him." The voice quietly answered right after.
"Johnny..." Edgar's eyes were closing, and for a moment he was thankful that he was going to black out through all of it, but the teen kept shaking him awake.
"Hey! Don't you fucking pass out on me!" His nails dug into Edgar's shoulders roughly as he shook his limping body back and forth, his head occasionally smacking into the wall.
The shaking stopped and the older man took this opportunity to sleep, wishing that Johnny was there to help, yet thankful that he didn't have to see him like this, but he was immediately awoken by a stream of ice cold water water hitting his body. He jerked forward from the shock and his heart started with such force that he was momentarily winded. His lips and fingertips were the first to freeze up and he chattered spastically, feeling his muscles twitch from the cold.
When he looked up, he saw the teen tossing the shower head back in the tub and advance back to him.
"Handy place for this." He said malevolently, placing himself on top of Edgar's waist with his knees on either side of him and the knife back to where his throat was.
"Can't have you doing any more of that." He casually dragged the blade down Edgar's neck before it reached his chest where he began caressing it for a moment with his other hand.
He leaned his face right next to Edgar's, who flinched away and squinted his eyes shut.
"Shh...shh..." The boy said softly. "I'm not gonna hurt you..." and for a moment Edgar believed that he was telling the truth, until he could feel the blade slice across his stomach.
"Ugh!" Edgar gasped out in surprise, trying hard to breath.
"God, I guess I understand you're appeal..." The stranger said calmly.
"I could do this all day, gorgeous guy like you."
His tongue traced all the way up the frozen skin on Edgar's neck, licking the cut on his cheek before the boy's lips met Edgar's, who refused to open. With a sharp penetrating bite to his bottom lip Edgar screamed out before the stranger dove in with a painfully violent kiss. Feeling the older man's blood drip down the boy's chin caused him to purr in pleasure while his tongue bruised the inside of his mouth, making tears flow down his face.
Edgar was disgusted with himself. He had been drenched with ice cold water by the boy who broke into his house and was currently violating him, but he felt, for a moment, grateful for the heat that that same body currently provided him.
"Sick bastard."