A/N On The Universe: This follows neither the anime nor the manga, really, but is set in an alternate timeline and or AU. There is not going to be any Alchemy in this story, but hey I found a happy medium. I kept Ed's Auto-mail arm and leg. :D
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Rating Information - Rated "M" overall due to scenes of an explicit or disturbing nature later on. Please check each chapter for each rating or warnings. (boyxboy)
Warning: Cursing, sexuality swaying, BoyxBoy kissing, alcohol uses.
Beta: konfessor2u- the best beta in the world. She makes it so I don't embarrass myself.
∞∾Roy∾∞
I had fallen from grace at the early age of nine years old. It was the first time I'd realized I was physically attracted to boys.
The particular boy's name was Maes Hughes; he was a year older than me. Hughes' family lived down the street from my childhood home. He'd been all knobby knees and long arms at that age. His dark brown hair styled in atypical short haircut of a small child. His shirts were always too big on him for his petite frame; they would find away to hang off his shoulders in an awkwardly-cute kind of way. A fact, Hughes hates till this day about his childhood, I had always thought it was rather endearing…
It was his eyes that always got me though. An Irish cream in color, but it was his genuine kindness shining through that enraptured me. I knew I was going to hell the first time I got an erection from thinking about kissing Maes on the mouth. Even at that early age, I knew it wasn't okay to like boys. It was taboo, honestly, deeply frowned upon by the community in which I lived in.
I remember going to church every Sunday with my family and listening to the priest damning homosexuality. Preaching to the congregation about mortal sins, and how to protect ourselves from such demons lurking to condemn and steal our souls.
At that age I was steadily becoming a strong willed person and I knew it. I had become adjusted to the understanding that if I didn't want to go to hell when I died, then I couldn't be attracted to boys any longer. So I convinced myself I wouldn't commit such a sin.
But saying it was easier than actually having to accomplish not caving into the desire of my sexuality.
At age thirteen I realized I liked boys and there was nothing I -or anyone else- could do about it. That summer I confessed to Maes how I felt for him, and to my surprise my friend felt the same way. I will add our fathers did not agree with our preferences, especially when Mr. Hughes caught me with my hand down his son's trousers.
A lot of harsh words were thrown around in The Mustang household after that, mostly from my bigot farther. My mother, bless her heart. Loves me with every fiber of her being but even she in those earlier years, couldn't come to terms with the fact her sweet baby boy was one of those queers she had heard about in church.
I was packed and shipped off to The Academy of the Sacred Heart after I decided I wouldn't repent to my sins to a God who hated me because of who I really was on the inside. The boarding school was entirely made up of all boys, and of course their religious staff.
In lament terms, I was sent away to get the gay beaten out of me by nuns and priests.
The first couple years were the hardest. My body and soul were not ready for the torments I had to go through each and every day for five years straight. The religious facilities were of course the main protagonist in this messed up tale of my childhood. My homophobic peers on the other hand, were far more vile and worse with their unique methods of letting me know that it was not okay to be gay.
The Academy of the Sacred Heart specialized in the troubled and lost young-men in society. Meaning: they would help lead your homosexual son back to the path of righteousness in the eyes of the almighty God.
What the brochure didn't tell you is— the torture your son will have to endure once everyone finds out he's a homo.
Kids can be a real bitch…
The summer of my eighteenth birthday I graduated from school and return to hell which I called home. My father learned quickly when I returned, that no matter how much money he spent on my education he couldn't turn his gay son straight. Nothing changed in all the years I'd spent away from home. I still liked boys, and my father still despised me for it.
My father kicked me out four days before my eighteenth birthday. No amount of tears from my mother could change his mind. If I was going to be gay then I was no kind of son to him.
That was the first and only time in my life I'd allowed myself to feel defeated. I'd truly felt lost and absolutely abandoned at a pinnacle point in my life. If it hadn't been for Riza... I don't know what I would have done with myself. She'd treated me more like family then my own mother had at the time...
"Here we are..." The waitress abruptly appeared at the table, startling me out of my memories. She muttered an apology before placing the steaming plates of food onto the white table cloth. I replied with a polite thank you and she disappeared, leaving me once again alone at the table.
I was beginning to worry about where Edward had run off too; he'd been gone a really long time. I let my breath out as I stared towards the amber liquid swirling in the bottom of my scotch glass. The younger man had run off so quickly, muttering something about using the bathroom. It had crossed my mind that Edward was trying to find an escape after realizing he couldn't cope with being on a date with a gay man... But then again, Edward didn't come across as homophobic. And if I was being honest with myself, Edward didn't seem to come across entirely straight either.
Sighing at my trail of thoughts, I brought the brim of my cup to my lips for a sip of the tangy alcohol.
... Edward seems strangely asexual. In all the time I had been around him, and I will say I haven't spent much, but in all the time I'd never notice the blonde to take real heed to either of the sexes.A trait I found oddly attractive about the younger male. It took more than one look to see who Edward Elric was on the inside, and I always enjoyed a real challenge. Edward is a shell which is in need of cracking to get the treat which lay inside.
A deliciously sexy detective treat...
A subtle smile worked its way onto my face with the quiet murmuring of the restaurant engulfing me within its ambient noise.
...But if anything, I continued my trail of thoughts. Edward's harder exterior would make seducing the younger male a little bit more difficult in the longer run. You could say Edward is a wild card, and being dealt this card you never really know how the hand you hold at play is going to turn out.
Good or bad. The wild card was always bursting with misfortune...
I felt my shoulders roll forward as I slide down the back of the large dinning chair. My sudden surge of confidence I had been feeling left me faster than it had come on. Who was I kidding? Edward wasn't coming back to the table. The feeling of dread crept up my spine and fell out of my mouth with a sigh. I was a fool to think he was... My elbow caught the lip of the chair's arm as I rested my chin into my hand.
This situation was not going the way I'd planned... Rather it was going the total opposite. Edward wasn't coming back…
Swirling the amber liquid around and around the bottom of my glass, my mind was lost within the downward whirls of lost hopes and turmoil. My chest constricted in pain, as I swallowed a lump forming in my throat.
Edward… you could of at least have said goodbye.
I closed my eyes and breathed wearily through my nose. The sensations making its way through chest felt entirely too close to the feeling of disappointment. I wasn't known for my propriety or the lack there of… but I did have my dignity. Oh, yes and my pride— always present in the time of need. I snorted at myself bringing the glass of alcohol to my lips.
"Sorry about that…" Edwards's rough voice spoke appearing to the left of me. And for the second time that night, I felt my system flush with relief at seeing the younger man's beautiful face. I took notice he was missing one of his gloves and my mood suddenly lifted dramatically for the better.
I'd never seen his hands without gloves on before… I was thinking absentmindedly as I observed him taking his seat again. My eye flickered between the boys frowning face, then back to his bare tanned hand placed on the white table cloth. Edward's long fingers toyed nervously with the silverware surrounding the plate of food that had arrived moments before his advent appearance.
I watched as the blonde man glared down towards his plate of noodles covered in red meat sauce, as if he couldn't fathom how the food had gotten there in the first place.
Edwards's large amber eyes blinked over at me as they shined through with uncertainty. I don't even think the he realized how absolutely adorable he looks. Another wave of relief washed over me.
I realized this date, -which I thought was all for naught-, was still entirely on track. Edward's reddened face only confirmed my theory. I had to bite back a devious smile curling along my lips, yes entirely on track. I let my keen eye linger on Edwards's blushing face as the color dusted the apples of his cheeks.
The fabric of the other man black jacket bunched and pulled around his chest as his hand, left bare from the missing white glove, found purchase at the nape of his tanned neck. Edward said something about a mechanic, but I was still too entranced watching his fingers rubbing along the muscle of his toned neck.
Would Edward moan from a simple kiss to his neck…? The imagery left in my thoughts wake, leaving my pants tightening in an uncomfortable kind of way.
The sexual deviant part of me was thoroughly enjoying the way Edward was fidgeting under my gaze. My eyes traced the curvature of his neck as they drifted back up towards his golden line of sight. He looked… Well he looked irate to say the least…I was supposed to be listening to him… and I wasn't…
Thinking back on what Edward had been saying, something about calling a mechanic…? He had lost me completely.
My head dropped sideways in the improbability that I had heard Edward correctly. Dark bangs fell over my furrowed brow while I stared at the blonde man with confusion written clearly in my expression… The younger man had literally and thoroughly baffled me… Why would he have to call his car mechanic in the middle of a date? The question left me before I had fully contemplated the thought.
I was rewarded with a rich but mocking laugh coming from across the table.
My frown deepened.
Edward laughed harder.
"No, you idiot…" I open my mouth to reprimand him for questioning my intelligences but then the word 'auto-mail' came falling out of his pink mouth. The harsh reply I was about to say fell short on the tip of my tongue… Edward has auto-mail? But he speaks of it as if it's nothing but a cheap feat…
The automotive armored prostheses surgery was no laughing matter. Those receiving the auto-mail for the first time must have each nerve painfully connected to a permanent housing system of the body. As well as have all the nerves connected simultaneously when the auto mechanical limb is later attached to the housing system.
It is an expensive and very painful surgery and that was putting it mildly.
My eyes glanced towards the blonde's arm, the hand with the white glove still remaining on his lithe appendage. It must be the missing limb… his arm…
It wasn't pity I was feeling for the younger man. No, how could I feel pity for someone who's obviously feels none for himself. The sensation coursing through me felt more of an admirable sense of apathy.
"That's a risky operation, and painful if I might add."
I had seen the strongest solider of war refuse to undergo the process because of the risk of infection and the intense agonizing pain during, and after the surgery. It also took years of physical training and a lot of hard work to achieve the motion an organic arm is capable of, or to even come close to it.
Edward must have been really young when he lost his limb...
If he hadn't said anything, I probably wouldn't have even guessed his arm was made of metal. He had complete and utter control over the auto-mechanical limb, an impressive feat for one so young… he couldn't be over the age of twenty five...
So young, but yet to have accomplished so much…
I made sure to be holding Edward's golden gaze as I spoke. The air was heavy with unspoken emotions, from not only my part but surprisingly also the younger man. "That's an impressive feat of courage and strength, Edward."
The younger man face turned an unnatural shade of maroon as his wet tongue licked at his bottom lips. My eye tracked the motion.
"You speak of it like a personal experience?"
A smile caught on my lips at his question, stretching along my face until it touched my eyes lighting them with a warming memory.
*Henry Connors, my actual first lover. The smile on my face broadened and spread to my cheeks at the thought of Henry. I hadn't thought about him in a very long time. We'd met in the Navy's basic training. We blew each other's minds -and among other things- throughout our sexual-friendship. Even when we were stationed on different ships, under different commanding officers, we'd always find a way for a quick romp once we docked at port.
It was the closest I've ever been to falling in love… Henry Connors had been the only man I had ever allowed *top me in bed. I've always had a control issue; I will be the first person to admit it. I blamed my crazy adolescent. But at the time Henry had made me feel like he wanted me and for me alone. He hadn't wanted me to change like my mother and father had been trying to do for so long. It'd been a breath of fresh air, not having to pretend you're someone different.
I'd been so wrapped up in the idea of love, the concept of someone actually wanting me, that I couldn't see past the facade I woven around myself. Allowing someone to have that kind of hold over me... I've never had or will again allow anyone to control me in such a way.
The one good thing that came from our brief sexual encounter was the realization that love was something I neither wanted, nor cared for. It wasn't until Henry's accident, which he lost both of his legs to, did I accept this notion. That love was design for heterosexual people, not gay men.
I spoke in an even voice, trying to keep the distant remembrance from intruding. I chose my wording very carefully and deliberately. "I've seen a lot of soldiers go through with the operation personally. It isn't pleasant."
Edward eyes flooded with an emotion of uncertainty as his gloved hand reached down for his untouched whiskey glass. He took a long gulp from it; all the while I sat across the table watching the muscles in his throat working to swallow the rich alcohol. The imagery brought on sexual fantasies of the blonde swallowing other things… thicker things, more carnal things…
The younger man squirmed under my gaze and how it made the sadistic sexual habitué dance within me. The corner of my lips turned upwards,"…But this isn't a dinner topic, let's eat. The food had only just arrived when you'd shown back up." I spoke picking up my fork, trying change the topic to put the younger man at ease.
Dinner went smoothly the rest of the night. We ate in comfortable silence, idly chatting over dessert about funny tid-bits about Edwards's childhood growing up with Alphonse. I let the young man talk, nodding my head and replying accordingly. My childhood is a sore topic, I normal didn't talk about it openly. I only divulged small amounts of information on the topic, answering Edward's innocent questions duly... Where I grew up, my mother and fathers names— so forth and so on.
At the end of the meal, I was stunned to realize I had disclosed a lot of personal information to Edward. The sort of things, as a rule, I generally don't discuss with my dates. This kind of information was not needed to take my cock up there virginal ass…
The feeling of guilt was starting to burrow beneath my skin at that thought, and I didn't like the feeling… I reminded myself sternly, that after I'd seduced Edward that I would be finished with him just like all the other guys who've come before him. He is nothing special… just another conquest… I gave a silent promise to myself not to share anymore information of the sorts with the younger man.
My heart apparently didn't like the idea, lurching into my throat thickly. I swallow the feeling down like swallowing an apple whole; this was neither the time nor the place for me to grow a conscience…
The check arrived to the table just then, and Edward attempted to argue about pay for his dinner. Well, at least until he saw the price of the meal, then the bill was basically thrown back into my face before Edward was making a break for the exit.
I watch him walk away with a shake of my head; the blonde was a feisty one; a certainty I think anyone would admit after meeting Edward.
When younger man was out of my line of sight, I opened my wallet and put three large bills onto the white table cloth. Picking up my chilled glass, I licked at my dry lips before bring the cup to my mouth. The remaining savory scotch slid down the back of my throat with a subtle burning sensation following after. Standing swiftly from the table, I wiped my at my mouth with the white cloth napkin before tossing it carelessly back onto the table.
The waitress appeared again, asking if we enjoyed our meal. I fondly replied with a yes, and thank you before telling her the bill was on the table, and to keep the change. I'd left her a generous tip... The waitress smiled as the reply and I turned to take my leave.
While walking to the front of the restaurant to retrieve our coats, I was thinking of subtle ways of talking Edward into returning to my hotel room with me. Taking the coat ticket out of my trouser pocket, I handed it over to the young attractive coat girl once I reached the marble counter top. She smiled, showing off her white teeth, batting her long lashes. If only she knew she was barking up the wrong tree. I politely smiled back before clearing my throat. This kicked her into motion as she sauntered off towards the back to retrieve Edwards and I's coat. I tapped my finger along the chilled gray marble as I glanced towards the large window to the left of me. It's raining... I thought idly, watching the dribbles of water dancing along the glass. More like it's pouring...
I've always hated the rain... but suddenly I was seeing the brighter side to the nasty weather. With a deviant smile stretching across my face, I said a silent prayer of thanks to Mother Nature. Ignoring the coat girls failed endeavor to flirt with me on her return with our coats. I quickly grabbed our jackets out of her manicured hand before turning and walking away from her faulty attempt to draw my attention.
Putting my heavy black over coat on, I made quick steps towards the blonde man standing at the entrance of the restaurant.
Edward was looking up towards the gray night sky with his well-defined back to the open bronze door. His long blonde pony-tail swayed from the light breeze fluttering in from the open air of the agape door. The younger man made an attractive picture standing before me, my eyes took notice of how slim and captivating his waist was. Oh god, that waist... I thought slyly licking at my lips. How I couldn't wait to bend him over...and take his sweet lithe body. Warmth was gathering in my loins at the thought of a debauched Edward, thoroughly fucked and begging for more came to the front of my mind. Letting my eyes linger on the backside of the smaller man, Edwards back was facing me with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Meaning: he was blissfully unaware of my wandering eyes.
The growing pressure in my pants reminded me I needed to quickly move things along back to hotel. I needed Edward in my room, naked, in the bed between the silk sheets and with me buried deeply inside of him.
With a determined huff of breath, I straightened my spine and walked forwards toward the blonde huddling under the red alcove of the front of the restaurant.
I whistle sharply toward the skies rapidly falling tears, startling Edward out of whatever he'd been thinking. "It's really coming down out there, isn't it?"
The boy turned towards the sound of my voice, and I had to fight back the urge to not lean forward to take his plump bottom lip into a kiss. Edward, you are just too tempting for your own good... I thought lustfully, handing the blonde his red jacket -in which I may have wanted to burrow my nose into the fabric-
Edward has this distinctive but pleasant scent about him and the jacket carried it, woven within the stitching of the red wool. My finger purposely grazed the younger man's exposed and bare fingers on the exchange and I felt the obvious shudder rippling through him.
I smiled gratifyingly, while pushing my hands into my deep jacket pocket trying to hide the growing discomfort gathering between my legs. It didn't help matters when Edward was putting his coat on, the hem of his black tank top bunched around his midsections, unbeknownst to the blonde but apparent to my
sexual-deviant eyes, an exposed sliver of fleshed mocked me in all its tanned and smoothed glory.
Looking away before I was discovered drooling, I shoved my hands further into my coat pockets. Blunt finger nails dug into my palms, reminding myself sternly: this was neither the place nor the time for anything of the sorts.
"We should get a cab," I spoke to the sky, watching the large drops of water falling from the heavens. My words had come across more calmly than what my insides felt; a fact I was grateful for—.
"Yeah we should," Edward spoke drawing my eyes back towards his attractive face. I followed his hand as it reached for the rubber-band holding his fair locks up high on his head. He pulled and all of Edward's silky blonde hair came cascading down around his shoulders. At that moment I wanted nothing more but to bury my nose into the crook of his neck and smell the boy's intoxicating scent.
"...But then we would have to call for one, and wait for it to arrive." A sinful grin played along Edwards lips. I watched the other man pull his hood from the red jacket over his hair. He better not be thinking, what I think he's about to do...
"Then what do you expect us to do, Edward?" My word came across more annoyed than anything else. I could only watch dumbly as Edward's grin turned into a full out smile -with dimples and all- making my stomach flutter like an prepubescent teenager.
Edward looked up at me with his golden eyes pinched from laughter, shinning with apparent mirth. "Run." And then, the blonde was racing out into the drenching rain, leaving me under the restaurant red umbrella alcove thoroughly and utterly confused.
Did I mention I hate the rain?
"Edward, wait... Where are you going?" I called out... not know what else to do.
Because I do, I hate the rain and I am not going out into it— I thought, watching the blondes red jacket, barely visible through the falling water as he was disappearing out of sight. I swore under my breath before I shouted after the younger man once more. The pelting waters from above stunted my voice with the muted slaps of the drops sounding on the wet pavement.
"Fuck." I said aloud, he wasn't going to stop. The thought of stepping out in the rain sent shivers racing down my spine. But watching the blonde's back fading through the haze of falling downpour, I realized it was the only way. I swore again before stepping out, the large chilled drops instantaneously drenched through my white shirt. Should've worn an undershirt…
Following suit down the wet sidewalk, the rain water ran steadily down upon my head making my dark hair hang limply into my eyes. I realized I couldn't see Edwards red jacket through the mist any longer. Where had the boy gone? No sooner had I asked the question in my head, did I come upon an alleyway. There stood Edward, huddled under a niche of a building, his blood-red hood shrouding his pretty face in shadows.
The water drops trailing down my cheeks dripped off my face and down into the opening of my button up shirt. I shivered at the chill seeping in to my bones.
Taking a step forward when Edward continued to just stand under the faulty light of the alleyway, I realized the other man's golden eyes were staring at me intently. They swept down from my soaked hair plastered to my forehead, to my equally soaking chest left exposed from the rain water. I could have been in the wrong, but the look of lust was lingering in the blonde's gaze. The motion of the younger man's tongue licking at his bottom lips drew my attention. Was it an invitation? The motion and the gleam held behind his eyes was suggestive, or at least it was to me, where I stood on the other end.
I started walking towards him as I spoke, "Edward, where are you going?"
A look of uncertainty took the place of the shimmer of momentary hunger on the boy's face. He was obviously debating something in his head… I could tell by the abrupt change in his expression but I couldn't tell if it was entirely good or bad.
Edward laughed and then shrugged his shoulders, the red hood he had been wearing slipped off his long flowing hair. His blonde locks framed his face perfectly, and the ambience of the flickering light above the door we stood near, casted a halo above his head. It made him appear the fallen angel he was turning out to be. Edward was really a beautiful man. And I meant beautiful, in a non derogatory way. For Edward it truly was beauty, not handsome, more delicate jaw line, more slender— he was only just masculine. Those yellow eyes in that lovely face just added to the impact.
"I don't really know." He said looking towards the wet cement.
Clicking my tongue when he looked away, I took a step closer, now standing under the cadence of the light. At my movement, those honey colored eyes whipped back up towards mine. I needed to move this along, I reminded myself.
"My hotel is just around the corner, we could…"
A look of freight came over Edward. "Hell no…" He spoke, interrupting me while taking an unintentional step away. His back came into contact with the dirty alley wall. My pride deflated quicker than a balloon loosing air. I must have looked the part because Edward reacted accordingly in so… "I mean, no. That's okay; I-uh… rather go back to my loft for drinks."
My brow furrowed at Edward suggestion, I hadn't seen that one coming… I think the younger man had even surprised himself that he had extended me an invitation. What baffled me was the fact how easy this seduction was going… I wasn't even trying very hard…But I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
My frown faded and my lips curled up into a sexy smile. The kind of smile which has left many straight men to question their sexuality.
"How far do you live?"
"Only a couple of blocks from here." He said looking up at me with round honey color eyes. A piece of golden hair fell across Edwards's cheek, and I felt the urge to reach out and stroke it back into place. I looked away towards the rain falling steadily around us.
Edward's laugher and playful shove brought me back to looking at him. He was pulling his red hood back over his head. So I guess the decision had been made— I was going.
He stepped back out into the rain, with large droplets of water beating down upon his red wool jacket.
At least he has a hood…
"It's only a little water, and it isn't going to kill you, Captain." Edward said teasingly with a flirty smile on his face. My heart nearly jumped into my throat when he called me Captain, what a fucking turn on. My pants suddenly felt a little tighter…
The younger man reached out his hand for me to take, and I suddenly felt like I was the one being courted. Something I was going to redeem by the end of the night.
Edward lives in the worst part of town.
After following Edward up five flights of rickety stairs, I was glad to be inside the safety of his apartment and not dead somewhere in a gutter…
Edward apartment –if that's what you could call it- was amazing, but the building housing it was in total shambles. You would have never known this gorgeous living space existed in this piece of shit complex. I don't know how Edward came to be living here, but I truly felt jealous, not of the location, but where he lived.
Tall and airy ceilings with large oak rafters ran throughout the layout of the place. The lights were camouflaged within the wood, giving it an optical illusion effect but were still pleasing to the eye. The wood floor beneath my feet was also oak, actually since taking a look around the room, I saw a running theme of oak woods. The stair case to my right, which I believed lead to some kind of loft, was also made of the rich burnt oak. There was a living room area under the loft suspended in the air with a brown leather L-shaped couch, and a nice sized TV mounted on the cream color walls. For the most part, Edward kept the decorating to a minimal. Nothing muddled the walls, it was cluttered but clean. It was entirely Edward. I smiled inwardly, a diamond in the rough.
"Gimmie your coat?" I turned around from my observation of the sparse living quarters at the sound of Edward's rough voice. I immediately noticed his arms were bare to my eyes. One arm was toned and very flesh and the other was beautifully crafted metal. His black undershirt clung to his chest and stomach outlining everything the red jacket had been hiding. I licked at my bottom lip as I imagine ripping off his black tank-top and licking the abs I could see through the material.
"My coat?" I questioned, sounding a little more breathy than I liked to sound. Get it together, Roy.
The boy's blonde brow furrowed and I realized that my question was a rather stupid one…
"Yes, it's wet. I'm going to hang it up to dry."
Of course…I thought gripping the lapels of my drenched jacket as I replied, "Indeed." Taking off the uncomfortable coat, I was left standing in my sodden white collar shirt in the middle of Edward's entry way. Handing over the jacket I watched the dusty blush paint the younger man's cheeks as he gazed towards my exposed chest. Even with the fabric on, it was wet and transparent…
"Maybe you should also give me your shirt…"'
I couldn't help but smile at the boy's timid words, if he wants to see me without a shirt, all he has to do is ask…and my grin only grew with my thoughts.
Edward didn't take his eyes off the jackets in his hands as he finished with what he had been saying "…I could find you something else to put on."
Making my decision quickly, I unbuttoned my shirt in record timing, before I threw it towards Edward's reddening face. The wet fabric made a slapping sound as it landed on the blondes head.
"If you wanted me out of my shirt Edward, all you had to do was ask." I voiced my thoughts out loud with a grin tracing my lips like a Cheshire cat incarnate.
I watched tepidity washing over the other man as he shook the shirt off his face. I couldn't tell if the redness shading Edward's face was from anger or desire, I decided mentally it didn't matter either way. I could deal with both.
"Being little over flirtatious with me don't you think, Bastard?"
Ah, embarrassment… but the boy's wandering eyes on my bare chest lead me to believe his lust was hidden beneath his reddening cheeks. He just didn't want to admit it just yet.
"Most people like it…" I said through a smile.
"…And I'd like if I didn't have to think of you flirting with a ninety year old woman the same way." He retorted just as quickly.
My smile faltered on the corners, "You don't have a very high opinion of me, do you?"
I watched the same look –I couldn't decipher - pass under the hard mask Edward wears so meticulously. His forever furrowed blonde brow, laxed and became smooth as the emotion rippled over his face. But then he was back to frowning even harder than before. Edward turned –wet jackets in hand- heading off towards a door to his left.
"I am a very judgmental person. It's one of my known faults. You should get used to it." He spoke over his shoulder before disappearing into the oak door, which if I had to guess, was the bathroom. The door closed behind him.
I stood there stupefied. What had just happened? Edward had an air around him that never failed to confuse me. One minute he was flirting, but the next he was clamming up on me. Point example: on the way here, to Edward's apartment,he had held my hand almost the entire way. That was okay, but flirting was not?
I sighed still standing in the arch way of Edward living room, bare chest; entirely horny; and in no sight of getting any relief.
Sighing again, I stroked a hand over my face, I should just leave. I've scared him into hiding in the bathroom. A brisk thought as my hand found purchase on the back of my neck, rubbing at the muscles I found. The chain around my neck -holding the metal dog-tags- clanked together mutely in the quite room. Looking towards the wooden floor, I realized Edward never picked up my shirt after it had fallen off his head. The white fabric laid wet and wrinkled in a slump on the floor. Walking over I picked the shirt up before shaking the creases out.
The shirt was still too wet for me to put on, so I walked it over towards the door Edward had disappeared around.
-"Oh god this can't be happening to me."- filtered through the closed door to my ears. A muffled groan followed quietly after, the sound, instantaneously hardening my length. I had to make myself known. It was the only decent thing to do…Wasn't it?
Knocking lightly on the door, I spoke thought the wood, "Is everything alright in there, Edward?" a diluted gasp and a couple of curses were my answer. I heard some commotion from the other side before the door open and a blur came out. A towel found a home on my face, and I heard another groan but louder this time.
"Stop thinking like that."
"Stop thinking like what?" I spoke pulling the towel from my head. My voice had come out shaky. I could feel the tension riding off of Edward in waves without even having to look at him. But when I did look at him, I knew I had about won this war. When a visible shudder raked through the blonde as my eye took in his aroused state, I knew I had won. And when his next word came tumbling out his pink mouth, I knew I'd defiantly won this seduction.
Edward hands clung to the white towel hanging in front of his crotch as it tried to conceal what lay beneath. The knuckles of his fleshed hand were white from his grasp.
I took a step forward and –of course- he took one back. He looked panicked… Visible anxiety was written all over his face. I approached him gently and as calmly as possible.
The boy was shaking, watching me advance. His beautiful golden eyes never left my body. Even when I stood before him, his eyes wandered over my exposed skin leaving me hot with want.
"Please." One word and one word alone, nearly stopped my heart. It was a plea of desperation, to leave him alone? It couldn't be…Could it?
A bolt of guilt raced through my heart. What was I doing? I questioned myself.
I watched Edward, guilt-ridden, as his bright doe eyes closed darkly. His blonde hair shielding his face with his head tipped forwards. I wanted to reach out and gather him into my arms and beg for forgiveness. But I couldn't, I had already done enough harm. So I did the next best thing, I reached out to him with words.
"Please what, Edward?" I whispered down towards the shorter man, my reply lingering in the air. "All you need is say..." I had spoken softly; my words falling like a feather creasing his blushing cheeks.
Edwards pink lips open but then snapped closed with a 'click' from his teeth. The muscle in his throat worked to swallow, and I couldn't resist any longer— I had to touch him. So I did, tracing his cheeks with the back of my knuckle, before my thumb befell his bottom lip.
The boy's gold eyes fluttered shut and his warm flesh hand came to rest on the center of my chest. The sensation of him stroking at the black hairs dusting my chest left me with the want to forcibly press our bodies closer. To ride the heat wave that was begging to be rode and to never look back.
Edward eye's open and he took a step back. Crushing any hope I had built up in its wake.
"I..." he paused licking his lips and taking another step away. The blonde pushed agitatedly at his free flowing hair. "I think it is time for you to leave..."
Crap, I needed to think quickly… trying to fake a smile I spoke the first words I had thought. "You'd send me out into the rain without even shirt on my back. Oh, Edward that's positively prime evil."
Edward blinked lamely at me, looking towards my chest. I flex subtly, before realization smacked the other man over his stupefied blonde head.
He cursed before turning, heading off towards the oak stairs leading up to who knows where.
Oh, no, you don't. I thought before reaching out to grasp his warm flesh wrist and spun him back around to face me once more.
I didn't give him time to think; I swooped down and locked our lips in a delicious kiss to end all other kisses. He tasted sweet like whiskey.
I honestly thought he would have tried to push me away, but to my surprise his arms –one metal, the other flesh- came around my body, tightening the hold I had on him. Edward's tongue brushed my own, and I nearly lost myself in the sensation of our suckling.
The blonde's body willingly went as I pressed him back against the wall near the entrance to his apartment. My groin throbbed as Edward's ardent moan caressed my tongue like a shot of aphrodisiac.
I was in heaven.
The blonde's legs slackened and I had to press him further into the wall, my thigh slipping in between his. This is when I realized for sure, Edward was thoroughly enjoying himself. His hardness pressed against my own excitement. The younger man let out breathy groan as my tongue swept along the ridge of his lips, parting them so I could dive deeper into his depths.
The boy was talented with his tongue, stroking mine with blissfully ability. It made me wonder, through the haze of pleasure, what other things his talented tongue would excel at.
I moan out loud at the feeling of the boy's mismatched hands grasping my neck. One warm and alive and the other cold and made of metal. The contrast made me gasp into his parted mouth. And then in the next moment, Edward was rolling his hips forward, slowly and with intent held behind the motion. Our clothed cocks pressed together sending hot white bolts a pleasure coursing through my nervous system.
I was so turned on I actually growled at the sensation. Deepening the kiss, I grasped the boy by his ass, hoisting him further up on the wall so we could get a better angle through our trousers. My left hand automatically found Edward's free falling blonde hair, I let my fingers run through the silky tresses before griping them to tilt his head backwards. Edward's mouth gasped at the harsh treatment, but I couldn't help myself as my moist muscle licked along the roof of his addicting mouth. This is when Edward emerged out of submission and started meeting me thrust for thrust, his tongue widely running along my own for domination. Our lips moved together in an uninhibited display of our need for one another.
The blonde 'smouth came away from mine, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the space between us. My mouth never left his skin, touching every inch I could manage. Scraping his ear edge with my teeth, Edward shuddered the most incandescent shiver upon my touch. Most intriguing... I would store that information away for later use. Moving on, I traced the length of his neck with soft nips and licks. The skin beneath my tongue broke out in flesh bumps, as my mouth skimmed his collar bone.
The blonde's spine bowed as he arched his neck for more treatment from my mouth. I let my eyes take in Edward's disheveled appearance, pressed beautifully against the white wall against his back. His eyes screwed shut tightly with his mouth hanging agape slightly- he was a sight to behold and I was the one holding him. The thought stroked my ego like a giant cat brushing against their owner's leg for a stroke.
"Please..." A breathy mew fell from his parted mouth, the sound alone made me want the boy even more. I brought my hand holding Edward's hip to skim the bottom of his black shirt, barely letting my fingers touch the hidden tan skin beneath.
"Please what, Edward?" I spoke my question with my breath wafting across his neck teasingly. He shuddered as I nibbled along the stretch of golden flesh before me.
I froze internally at the boy's next words, not expecting his next reaction. "Touch me." He moaned out in a deceleration of pleasure. "Oh, gods Roy just touch me."
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·Henry Connors- A reappearing OC, Roy's first real heart-break.
·Topping- A top is a person who engages in the penetrative role in a sexual intercourse with his penis during anal sex and oral sex. Top is also used as a verb meaning "to penetrate another." Top may also describe a broader personal identity involving dominance in a romantic and/ or sexual relationship; however, this stipulation is not requisite element of being a top.