I'm in trouble for this chapter, i deleted all of tara's editing on accident! so if i'm dead.... it's her fault. she killed me. So this chapter is mostly done by me... sara. Tara is too lazy to get out of bed right now. She'll probably help later on in the chapter and stuff. C: stay awesome. ebs for today: x|

Inspired by Sims. Thank you Sims, we appreciate the fact that you let us make Ed and Roy have babies... X3 PS: their baby was adorable!! twas a girl.

Edward was freaked out. He had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. He never in his wildest dreams imagined he would be so entranced and enamored by a complete stranger. The interior of Roy's car was warm, and it comforted him to watch the man slowly turn the radio stations. But they never spoke a word to each other, somehow thinking the same thing. Honestly, how far would it go?

All through school, he had kept to himself. Sure he had a few friends, and a crowd of acquaintances he talked to and pretended to like. But other than a few conversations, he kept to his own. He and his girlfriend had never gotten past the first awkward phase of the relationship, and as for him, well...that particular person he hoped he'd never see again.

He was still a virgin, still completely unaware of the mysteries of sex, and wondered whether it was wrong to trust someone he had just met an hour before.

He sent half smiles in Roy's direction, who returned them. The dark haired man drove almost obliviously, calmly, as though this were just another ride back to wherever he lived. Edward's eyes roamed over him, and over his body. He could smell Roy's cologne, spicy and warm. He wanted his touch. He trembled, thinking about Roy's hands on the steering wheel, thinking about himself being held against his chest. His breathing quickened without warning.

He didn't know what would happen come morning, but the car was beginning to make him claustrophobic. He couldn't wait to get out of it.

Roy finally pulled the car over in front of an apartment complex, dark and foreboding. Edward shivered slightly, thinking it looked slightly threatening. Maybe even haunted. Roy sensed his anxiety, because he turned to face him, and said, "I know it's a bit creepy at night. Gives me the chills sometimes too."

Edward shrugged a little in indifference, though the words were soothing. "It's fine." He stiffened a little as Roy reached across his lap, unlocking the door on his side. The man lingered, and then drew back, hand brushing across the teen's knee.

"You ready?" His obsidian eyes were beautiful in the night.

"Where are we?" Ed asked, knowing the answer but asking anyways. He unbuckled his seat belt, and opened the car door. Roy did likewise.

"My place," Roy shrugged, clipping his keys onto his belt and leading the way.

"I had no idea you lived so close." Though the car ride had been long enough. "That's a pretty far drive to MS, isn't it?" Ed followed close on his heels, not wanting to linger behind in this place. It didn't look like a bad part of town, but it didn't help his tumultuous feelings.

"Well, I'm actually a student teacher at a facility in this part of town. I want to be a math professor of some kind eventually. That's why I'm taking complex analysis. Tuesdays and Thursdays I'll go to college for my other classes, but other than that, I'm renting an apartment closer to the facility." He explained. He led him through the door to the building, and they went up a highly styled and brightly lit staircase.

It was almost ritzy. Edward was intimidated. Surely this guy, with his looks and obvious amount of spending money, wasn't a stranger to sexual encounters. Ed didn't have the experience to know if he was bad at it himself, or if he was leading Roy on. They arrived on the second floor, and Roy turned away from him, unlocking the door to his apartment without bothering to take the key off his belt loop.

The inside of the apartment was somehow familiar and strange at the same time. Edward recognized some things out of his own habits. Clothes lying on the floor, a messy bed. Notebooks strewn across a desk in the corner of the main room. Edward wondered what they were for. Poetry? Spare me. The only thing out of place was the decor itself. It was oddly mature, certainly nothing the average college student would appreciate. Chocolate, burgundy, warm autumn colors, leather and gilded wood.

Expensive.

Roy threw his jacket down on the couch, and Edward followed the example. "I've never really done anything li-" Roy caught him on the mouth, cutting off his words. Edward clutched at his arm for support, taken off guard. The kiss was so harsh, so possessively motivated that it hurt. But he didn't fight it. Roy's mouth was warm, wet, full of longing.

Roy finally pulled himself away. "Neither have I, really. Don't sweat it." Edward was eased by the statement, and offered a weak smile. Maybe Roy was telling the truth, and he didn't have to feel so afraid of disappointing him. No, definitely not. He wanted him. Some animalistic desire was rising inside of him, telling him to go on.

He pressed against Roy, kissing him back, softer than before. He felt the warmth of Roy's lips on his, the shaking touch. Roy's hands made their way from his shoulders, down his side, and rested on his hips, tugging him closer. He pushed harder, wanting to get so close he wouldn't be able to breathe, though breathing was already a difficulty. Roy was hard. He could feel the man's arousal through the thin clothing between their bodies, and tentatively trailed fingers lightly across the area of his groin.

Roy moaned slightly in his throat, and then took control, grabbing him tightly by his forearms. Edward stopped, looking over his face. It was darkly alit with some mad, fevered need. "We should take this somewhere else." He said low, brushing his lips against the teen's forehead. He was so soft, so warm, so beautiful.

Edward listlessly unbuttoned the top part of the man's shirt, hesitating and asking for unspoken permission to continue. Roy said nothing, just kept staring at him, curious. Ed unbuttoned the rest, finding a muscled, hard chest underneath. He ran his hands across it, and then leaned in toward him, resting his head against the man's collarbone and wrapping arms around his torso.

Roy breathed into his hair, kissing the top of his head. He sucked in a bit, feeling Edward's fingers again, on the zipper of his jeans. He bit down on the sounds that tried to escape his throat. Edward forced him quietly against the wall, and finished pulling down on the zipper. His fingers slipped to the edges of Roy's jeans, and he teased the man, pulling them partially downward before looking into the man's face. Satisfied by his erratic breathing, he took him by the hand.

Roy didn't ask questions. Edward didn't know the layout of his house, but pulled him through all of the dim rooms toward the back of the apartment. There had to be a bedroom somewhere. Once they reached it, Roy wrenched out of his grasp, pushing him down on the bed. The cool feel of the hardwood floor left him as he got on top of the teen, holding him down though there was no resistance.

Warm, brown light filtered through the space. The room was large, the colors varied in the sense of fall. Curtains covered the windows, the bed with a soft and thick comforter. They were screwing it up in all of its finery.

Roy kissed his throat, then his jaw, then his lips. Edward felt butterflies act up in his stomach, his own arousal pressing harshly against his jeans. He had never wanted anyone so badly in his life. The man's scent, the man's profound heat, the man's touch - rough, but not too rough - provoked in him a sense of longing that he had never before experienced.

Roy unbuttoned the teen's jeans while simultaneously keeping their lips locked, cursing when he found difficulty. His fingers felt stiff, and he fumbled with the zipper. Once he was successful, he forced himself away from kissing him, and started working on sliding his jeans off. Edward laid on the bed, hands beside his head, shaking and silently pleading for him to hurry the hell up.

Roy managed to pull them from his hips, noticing how tight they clung to his thin body. Edward couldn't wait for him to get them off completely, so kicked them off onto the gleaming hardwood floor. They did the same with his boxers, and Roy tore the teen's shirt off with nothing but sheer instinct. He was only human, and one of the darkest sins was making itself known to him.

He saw Edward's body in its entirety, and his mouth started to water. "God, you're beautiful." He muttered, tugging at his own clothes, eyes never leaving him. He was almost perfect, his skin white and clear, every hair on his body seeming to be in place. But the teen's face implied disbelief. He has no idea, Roy realized with a skipping heartbeat. Was he taking unfair advantage of him, then?

Hardly. Edward's eyes widened slightly as Roy slid his boxers off, and Roy understood in a split second exactly what he was looking at. He couldn't help but smile, completely immodest about the truth.

Edward felt another wave of fear clutch him. God, how could he compete with that? Roy chuckled in amusement, and then pinned him back down by his shoulders. There was undeniable heat and friction between them, warmth producing itself between their bodies. Roy reached down and pulled the pony tail out of his hair, and it fell around his shoulders.

Edward forced his back into the mattress, fingers clutching at the blanket as Roy's hand felt between his legs. Roy was elated to hear the noises that passed the blond's lips, the loud moan that broke as he delicately stroked his member. Roy cut him off, pressing their mouths together again. He had no idea what he was doing anymore. For some reason, any and all of his though processes were on tomorrow, when he might tell his peers about the hot blond teenager he'd taken home.

His pace quickened, and Edward tried to voice his ecstasy, though the sound was muffled and silenced by Roy's mouth. Roy pushed down into him, the feeling of soft skin and soft bedclothes against him increasing the pleasure factor. Everything felt stifled, sick, heated, but in a good way. Edward's back arched, and he threw his arms around the man's neck, drawing him closer.

"Oh, God..." Edward breathed, face flushed. Roy took him up in his arms, sweat beading on his forehead. Edward reversed the position, his most primal instincts kicking in. He used his hand to gently ease Roy back onto the mattress, and then eyed him with a dark, lustful stare. Slowly, not quite sure what he was doing, he took the man's fingers in his mouth, licking each one with soft strokes of the tongue.

Roy seemed to like that, his dark eyes flickering. A light bulb went off in the teen's head, though he tried not to let it show. He wanted Roy to get off. He wanted to hear him scream with longing. So very carefully, he removed the man's hand from his mouth, and trailed his own fingers down Roy's chest, feeling every taut muscle and area of tender flesh.

Roy eyed him breathlessly, watching as he went low, his soft golden head brushing against his body. The feeling of the teen's hair against his abdomen was indescribably rewarding. Suddenly he stiffened, pulse quickening, as he felt Edward's tongue tease his arousal. His fingers grasped for the blond locks spilling off the boy's shoulders, and he moaned deep from his throat. Every nerve in his body tingled.

Edward loved every minute of it. He loved the sounds, the feeling of the dark haired man's body seizing up as he tried desperately not to come. Not yet. But Edward would be damned if he didn't try to provoke it. He took the whole length of Roy's member into his mouth, closing his eyes. He let himself make a noise or two, ignoring the way Roy tugged at his hair. Edward glanced upwards to find the man's eyes had fluttered shut, and he seemed to be struggling with some inner demon.

Edward smirked, licking underneath his length, and around the area of his groin. His tongue caressed Roy's stomach, and he licked upward, crawling over his body like some sort of animal. He kissed his throat, and then ran his tongue all along it, up until he reached his ear. He bit down slightly on the lobe.

"My turn." Roy said when he finished, nearly out of oxygen. He suddenly flipped the teen over without a word, and ran his rougher hand over his body. Edward was trembling, shaking, his breathing coming in short erratic gasps. Roy touched him everywhere, his hand running along his thigh. Then he gently eased a finger inside the boy's entrance.

Edward bit back a cry of pain, his lip going numb.

Roy hesitated. "Is this all right with you?"

"Anything's fine with me." Edward whispered, uneasy about what the man had to do but knowing in his heart that it was all worth it. "I know you'll be careful."

Roy brushed his nose against Edward's forehead, saying softly, "I'd never hurt you, sweetheart." He slowly added more fingers, working the entrance and stroking Edward's head at the same time to soothe him. It was a moment of tenderness that made his heart ache with desire. "You ready?" He asked after a few minutes.

At first he was reluctant, but then Edward forced himself to nod his head. If not now, then not ever. He felt like he'd been ready his entire life. "Do it..." He said quietly, wanting Roy inside of him, as crazy as that sounded. His need was stiff and his body was shaking. "Damn it, just fuck me!"

Roy obeyed, entering him with one powerful movement. Ed stiffened for an instant, but didn't cry out, his fingers clutching the bedsheets in white knuckled fists. But he hissed out, accepting the pain, and nodded for the man to finish what he had started. Roy reached around to ease in Edward's climax, deciding to work in rhythm to his own furious pounding.

He thrust into him, over and over, the tightness unbelievably more intense than any woman might have accomplished. He heard himself panting, and Edward's moaning as he stroked his member. Eventually the sweet spot inside of the teen was reached, and shocks of pleasure came from separate sources.

"Harder." He begged as loud as his voice could carry.

Roy quickened his pace, the pleasure flowing through his veins of such a magnitude it was almost painful. "Yes..." He moaned softly, repeating the word like it were some kind of sacred prayer. There was no rhyme or reason to it.

"Roy..." Edward whispered, pulling the blankets from their place on the bed as his grip became tighter. His body jerked of its own free will. He couldn't control himself any longer. He just kept repeating the man's name, a bit louder every time, as though to enunciate his point. He didn't know. He didn't fucking know anymore. "Roy, please!"

Roy pulled out just before he came, and collapsed onto the bedclothes. Edward came a moment later, completely out of breath. Roy pulled him close into his arms, and they lay on the bed together. Edward rested his head on the man's chest, kissing it, nuzzling himself into him. Roy put an arm around his body, softly touching his shoulder. The teen's hair smelled sweet at such proximity, and fresh longing invaded his senses.

But they needed rest.

we have many... interesting... conversations while writing and planning and... yada yada yada... so yeah... i think the most interesting one for this chapter was our conversation about rape... here's a tiny exerpt fo ya guys...

Sara: You can't rape a guy!

Tara: Yes. You can, guys get... difficult... whether they want to or not.

Sara: Case in point! It's a guy! He's gonna want it no matter who it is.

so if you guys could clear this up for me... can a guy get raped??

my writing is really different from tara's. tara sentence: And then he magnificently tore off his shirt, small creases in the flowing fabric rippled in the breeze even though they were inside the house. It was poetic, for all the ripples in Ed's life and.... tara sentence done... too tiring to keep it up. i would have just said he tore off his shirt and fucked ed into the ground. C:

AN: Never read I Have a Friend. It's a Sesame Street picture book. I'll read a little exerpt to you: I have a friend who pops up whenever I need him.

Totally not a kids book!!!