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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A/N On The Chapter: Forgive me. I know a lot of you have taken the time to private message me about updating. I have to say I'm truly sorry for taking so long to upload. Life has been crazy for me (and for my beta reader). I wont bore you with my RL drama, just know I DO feel bad about it all. This is why I've taken the liberty to hand deliver you all smechie- hot-boy-on-boy-smut! I hope you all enjoy.
I don't know when the next upload will be, but it is coming! I only have about 4 more chapters to go with this story, and then the epilogue. I've also been messing around with a sequel. I duno yet, it's still in the woodworks. xD
Okay onto the good stuff...
Previously: Hands skimmed down over my chest, over my blush creeping along under wandering fingers. Roy gripped my pants by the seam, his four long fingers disappearing down the front. A gasp escaped me, and then I couldn't stop the moan from bubbling forward as I felt his fingers skimming the base of my cock. He abruptly let go of my sore hair, pulling me forwards as he walked backwards.
My dick led the way, and I followed like the love sick fool I was. Roy's head dipped down – hand cupping my cheek – and his mouth came down on mine powerfully, leaving me starving for more, like a starving man given the barest amount of food. Roy pulled back slightly and said, in that quiet voice of his, the kind of voice that liquefied my spine.
"… I want you to fuck me—."
-Edward P.O.V-
My heart was pounding, and I was rock-hard inside my jeans. When Roy's hand disappeared from inside the front of my pants and came around my waist, pulling me to a stop by the stairs, I groaned. My lust addled brain did not fully understand why we had stopped walking and why the warm hand had retreated from the base of my dick.
I looked up into Roy's face, his hot gaze bore down on me. It left me feeling flushed with desire. The throbbing in my jeans intensified tremendously; my brain had yet to catch up to Roy's words.
"Hmm, you do want to fuck me, don't you?" The man standing before me derisively questioned. His smile starting to spread on his attractive lips. The burning in my face returned with a vengeance and I slammed my eyes shut.
My brain shut down at those loaded words, the system tumbling down around my ears.
Speaking of ears, mine were on fire... burning from my lust and maybe also from Roy's mortifying words. Hearing him say it was like a twisted aphrodisiac. Heat pooled inside of my stomach, centered in the pit and spreading outward. The air seemed thinner, and I had to take several shuddering breaths before I could even attempt to speak.
"I-I-I." It was a valiant effort on my part. My mouth opened and closed repeatedly, lost to any form of words. Roy's hand gripped the front of pants again.
"Fuck," I gasped at the warm hand.
A dark rumble echoed through Roy's chest. "My exact sentiments, Mr. Elric."
I fought to find words again, trying to remember why I should be asking questions instead of following blindly into something I had no clue about.
I was intimidated; it was the only explanation. Of course I was terribly aroused as well... and that wasn't helping anything... Considering that the majority of my experiences had been with women and nothing much in the kinky department, I was fighting against a massive lack of knowledge. But I wouldn't back down. When had I ever back down from something I really wanted... the obvious answer; never.
Roy tilted his head further down, wetting his lips with the tip of his tempting pink tongue. The warmth of his breath ghosted over my neck and face, a slow but tempting appeal.
His hand rubbed at my groin before aborting and moving up to my waist, working at my belt until it unlatched. The sound of the silver clasp and buckle clanking together set my heart into a flurry. My zipper followed suit, and it nearly stopped my breathing. Then Roy abruptly stopped, his long fingers toying with the hem of my boxers…back and forth, just the tip disappearing down the front and then back out. It was a maddening tease.
I swallowed audibly. If I was being honest here, I really did want to bend this infuriatingly sexy man over and fuck him till he forgot his name. It was a very pleasant thought. If Roy had been a woman, I would have already been buried deep in that hot, tempting heat between his legs. But, Roy was definitely not a woman. Actually, Roy was a very, very attractive man, and he was practically begging me to take him. Fuck!
"Don't be embarrassed, Edward. We're both men."
"I-I'm not embarrassed, you bastard!" My ears burnt even as I denied the obvious.
Roy's smile lengthened along the edges, "Then there shouldn't be a problem..."
Fuck... the curse ripped through my mind. There was a fucking problem... I had no idea how to... to... to... FUCK, I couldn't even say it inside my own head. How could I even attempt to voice my worries...? Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Roy said something rough and urgent. It took a moment for me to understand, my brain still stupid from the offer of sex, and then with understanding came a spike of heat, right through my gut. A hot arrow straight into my groin and a pinch of dread mixed all together.
I would never admit it allowed, but I was thoroughly intimidated at the idea of being the 'giver' not the 'receiver'. I'd been leading myself to believe I'd be the one on the bottom, this whole time. Even if that idea sent cold chills down my spine, I had always thought Roy would, bluntly put, be the one fucking me. Not the other way around. I honestly didn't think I'd have to know how to... to... to do that!
"I-I've never..." I said awkwardly, the words I was looking for fell short on my overly dry lips. I swallowed soundly again. The meaning of what I was trying to imply hung in the air between us. I felt my cheeks and chest darken as the heat gathered there. My whole face was burning and I was quickly spiraling into a train wreck.
A devilish smile traced Roy's handsome face. His black eyes were shades darker as he bent down to whisper hotly in my ear. "It changes nothing. I still want you, Edward."
"Oh, god." My words were swallowed by Roy's mouth latching onto mine. His hot tongue plunged and swirling in the depth my mouth, the sensation tearing a moan from my throat. Dark, pleasant shivers laced my spine, and I was lost in the appeal of Roy.
-Roy-
"It changes nothing. I still want you, Edward."
I found the words leaving my mouth before I even anticipated them. I may have not realized what I was saying, but logically, buried beneath my pride and ego, I wanted to not be in control. The one not having to think, to feel the pain that was emitting from my heart... I just wanted to be fucked... filled the brim, stretched till I couldn't-think-of-anything-else, fucked.
The pain I was experiencing from the loss of my best friend, the anxiety of being in my home town (where almost every citizen hated me) to the fact I was going have to face Henry tomorrow... The only person I'd ever felt for, loved. The only man I'd ever let top me, let into my body. The same man that broke my heart and left me shattered into a million pieces.
I don't want to think... I want... I want...
"Oh, god." Edward's odd yellow eyes were wide and open as I leaned down and cleared the space between our mouths. It was electric-hot when our tongues slid together. I registered Edward's moan and it drew a growl from the depths of my chest. I want more...
My inside clenched from the lack of something important.
I gripped his burning face in both of my hands, my lips pulling off Edward's with an audible smack. Both our chests heaving from exertion, I swallowed thickly.
"U-up." I spoke against his wet mouth. "Up, stairs."
Edward nodded his head and I let go, gripping his wrist instead as we hurried up the steps. By the time we reached my bedroom, my heart was in a flutter, palpating in my chest to a frantic beat. I knew what I wanted... and it was Edward, buried deep inside me.
I pushed him back on the bed and he went with the shove, bouncing on the bed with an attractive bobble.
Smiling at the boy's surprised expression, I stripped off my blue navy coat and calmly walked towards my dresser where I laid the jacket down. Next came the creamy buttons of my white formal shirt, first the cuffs and then the top button. Once undone, I slid the silk shirt down my arms and laid it on top of my navy coat.
The pang of lust rushed through my stomach as I turned my attention back to the man on my bed. Edward had taken my heed and removed his boots and socks. I licked my lips as my eyes drifted towards the 'v' of the other mans unlaced pants. I walked forward with a direct intent in my steps. I quickly unlatched my own belt and popped the button of my dress slacks; they fell to the floor unceremoniously as I stepped out of them.
The bed dipped from the weight of my knee coming down. Climbing onto the bed, I pushed Edward backward onto the mattress as I mounted his hips.
Edward's yellow eyes shone with shock for a moment before the expression was replaced with a greedy sort of heat. Both of the boy's hands came and gripped my hips in a tight, firm hold. The feeling of the other man's thumbs dipping into the crease where my leg became hip, made me want to moan out with what I knew what was to come.
Instead, I let my full weight come to rest on Edward's lap. The other man's erection pressing a hard line in between my cheeks. It left me with a quickening of my breath. I rolled my hips forward and watched the reaction it had on the blond man beneath me. It was almost instantaneous, the motion of Edward's hips snapping upwards in search of the warmth and friction between my legs. I hiccupped on a moan and did it again just because I could, just because I knew how fucking good it felt to be played with like this.
By a needy little twink, begging to get fucked... I thought darkly as another moan bubbled out of my throat. My dick was throbbing inside my underwear. I was terribly horny... my blood running hot with the overpowering need to be filled to the brim, my insides clenched with the thought of a hard length pressing within me.
Edward's hard cock fucking me…oh god! That was an arousing thought.
Looking down at the man under me, I rolled my body, watching the pleasure dance across Edward's face. It was empowering, knowing I was the one causing such wicked expressions on the other man's face.
"Do you want this, Edward?"
His brow furrowed in confusion as he licked his bottom lip. Moments later he was nodding his head. I felt his hands tighten on my waist; it left my body weak in the knees
"-I-I-I just don't know how..."
I quieted him by leaning down and kissing his confused pouty-mouth. We separated with a wet smack. I gazed towards Edward, a lilt of a smile curling the corners of my mouth. His devout adoration was lividly shining through his eyes for me; he wanted to please me but didn't have the means to do so. The confusion was admirable, and made my chest swell with a warm tingly sort of emotion. It felt vaguely like being in love... but that thought made my stomach hurt and I pushed it aside for later examination.
I licked the seam of his mouth instead and then asked, "Have you ever fucked a woman?"
I, of course, knew Edward's answer but only wanted to hear it from his own mouth.
"Yes…" he said sharply, eyes narrowing and hands shoving at my shoulders in a clear sign of 'give me room; I need to breathe.'
"Of course I've..." he clicked his tongue in agitation, "I'm not a virgin, Roy!"
I observed Edward's ears turning bright red, his cheeks and neck matching the same shade. I sat backward onto my heels, giving the space the other man needed.
"Have you ever had anal with a woman?"
The way his eyes widened was almost comical. The shade of his blush, the way he darted his gaze to the sheets: I then knew…I had hit the nail on the head.
I smiled down towards him; my hand came to cup his face bringing his eyes back up towards mine. "It still changes nothing Edward."
With our mouths inches apart, "Let me show you how it's done..."
Looking down at Edward beneath me, a vivid memory of the time I'd spent with Henry flashed in my mind. The whole reason I was feeling like this was because of Henry. I knew it sounded nonsensical, but the dominating urge to let myself go, to take what I needed, what I wanted…it was there in the foreground of my mind. I may have been innocent and a lot smaller back then considering I'd only been eighteen at the time of the affair. Sitting astride Edward's lap, I realized how much larger I was now than all those years ago.
I pushed that thought aside. It didn't matter. The urge was still there no matter what size or the fact I was a man instead of a boy.
Giving Edward a chaste kiss, I moved off the bed and opened the side table. Edward's gaze followed my every movement. Once I gathered my supplies, I crawled my way back onto Edward lap, feeling the softness of the bed give under our weight. His hands found my waist again. The skin where we were touching was so hot but contrasted with an intense chill from his metal hand. The dual sensation sent trails of shivers up my spine.
The boy looked downright intimidated, though. His vividly bright gaze clouded with uncertainty. I gave his flesh shoulder an encouraging squeeze before letting my hand slid down the length of his warm arm, and our fingers twined together against the sheets above his blond's head. I couldn't have Edward backing out now, not when what I wanted was hard and straining in the front of his pants, so achingly beautiful.
Our mouths touched, the barest of flesh skimming together before I deepened our connection. My tongue slid into the boy's pliant mouth, exploring the slippery sensation. The desire to fully taste took hold and soon our mouths were glued together, unable to sate the hunger bubbling beneath the surface.
My hold on his flesh-hand tightened, and I stared the dance of my hips again. Swaying back and forth, it was a tantalizing tease. Our mouths came apart and my lips slid down the arch of his jaw to the flesh of his neck. The groans echoing from the boy beneath me, spiked heat through my system and right through to my crotch.
"I want you, Edward..." I spoke against his warm skin, my voice dropping an octave. I felt him swallow, his Adam apple bobbing from the usage of his throat.
I continued my downward trail over blushing flesh, down the arch of his throat to the hollow section of his chest. I licked and sucked at his skin, leaving reddened welts in my wake. Edward's back arched at my touches, accepting his fate. My mouth worked its way down the center of his stomach; my tongue dipped into his belly button, drawing out the most attractive sound from the boy's rosy lips.
"-and I want you inside me." I said letting my mouth wander down the thatch of hair leading into Edward's undone pants and to my prize that laid beneath.
Edward bit his bottom lip as he gazed down his body towards me resting between his speard thighs. Hooking my fingers in the lip of his black jeans, I pulled them off his narrow hips. Edward lifted his rear end to help me, and the pants and boxers slid off his legs and onto the floor.
I licked my lips, and the young man turned his reddened face into the sheets, but his hardened prick bobbed proudly into the air. Without warning, I gripped the bottom half of Edward's length, which drew a startled inhale from him. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the swollen head, licking into the salty slit and giving a hum of amusement as the other man tried to rut deeper into my mouth at the touch.
I moaned as I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. The reverberation must have echoed through my mouth and into Edward because he cried out a startling high-pitched whine. His hands came up to my head, fisting his mismatched fingers into the black depths of my hair.
I rolled my eyes upwards to look at Edward's open face. It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. His ethereal yellow eyes, usually filled with steel and gruffness, were positively molten; blown pupils shimmering with naked lust. His stupidly long lashes fluttered closed as my suction ramped up. I pulled off for a moment, then licked the spit-slick shaft before letting the length slip back down my throat. The motion was addicting.
His blush sprayed across his cheeks like an artist's brushing red paint onto an already redden canvas. It turned me on to no relief, knowing I was the one causing such a reaction. My inside clenched as I felt his appendage twitched inside my mouth. I scrapped it along the roof of my mouth as my tongue played with the sensitive underside of the organ.
"Oh, fuck, Roy!" he cried out at the sensation. I pulled off again, this time letting go of his shaft. It slapped wetly to his belly.
Edward's confusion was rampant; his eyes fluttered open to stare at me sitting back on my haunches. "Wait- what..."
"Shhh..." I muttered, reaching for the lube where I left it on the bed. "I got you... I won't leave you."
"Roy..." Edward's eyes were wide as he tracked my movement. He sat up in a supine position, his elbows supporting most of his weight. "W-what do I have to do?"
I smiled as I slipped out of my boxer briefs, my engorged cock bouncing out into the open air.
"Lie back and enjoy the ride."
If Edward's face could have gotten redder it would have. There was a look of eager heat buried beneath all that intimidation, though. I could see it written clearly in between the lines of Edward moral dilemmas.
Uncorking the lid of the tube, I coated my finger thoroughly before reaching around and swiping the pad across my puckered entrance. My breath hitched at first contact. Edward must have been enjoying the show, because I heard a 'holy fuck' right before I closed my eyes to the sensation. I let my finger slip inside, and I couldn't help the whine that fell from my tongue. I bit my bottom lip as I worked the finger out and then back in, working it around, trying to get myself used to something shoved in my passage again.
It had been so long…far too long since I fooled around on this end of the playground. The memory of what was to come was still fresh in my nerve-endings though, and I could feel the tingling sensation start to grow around the base of my spine as I twisted my finger just right. My index went in a lot easier than the first, joining my middle in its exploration.
When I managed to open my eyes around the growing pressure, I found Edward staring slack-jaw towards me. Somehow my face had ended up pressed into his metal thigh as my fingers opened myself up, hips writhing with every movement of my wrist. That's when Edward moved, slipping out from under me. My face came into contact with the rumpled white sheets of my bed and suddenly the blond was behind me. I could feel his eyes watching my fingers disappeared inside me, twisting and turning to touch that pleasure spot deep within. The knowledge sent ample heat straight into my crotch. He's kneeling behind me. My mind went blank as I felt Edward's finger pressing against my already stretched opening. My whole body jerked in response. All I could think of was Edward's hand touching me. I moan aloud, the sound catching in the back of my throat.
The realization that Edward wanted to touch, to help prepare me…it cracked something fragile inside me. I felt my heart bleeding as the sounds slipped from my mouth.
"You like that, don't you?" Edward asked sounding somewhat skeptical though his voice was darkened with lust.
"Yes," I somehow bit out into the sheets. I huffed and the hot hair came back into my already overheated face. 'Like' wasn't accurate enough. "Fuck, yes."
Edward chuckled, and it made that thing clench inside me.
"Is that a request?" He took that moment to sink his finger alongside my own.
It was dry and hurt slightly; we needed more lube. But not even that stopped the pleasure of finally having what I had been craving. I pulled my fingers out and reached blindly for the lube and condom. Edward must have seen what I was trying to do, because I felt him reach for something and then I heard the scrape of the lube cap open. Cold, slimy liquid dribbled down over my entrance and Edward's finger, and I felt goose pimples rise over my flesh. I hissed out my discomfort, and Edward merely chuckled before letting his other two fingers slip back inside me.
I arched my back, accepting more of Edward's fingers into my depth. It felt wonderful! I had always been so sensitive; it was one thing that never left my mind after all these years of only ever being the top. My prostate was overly sensitive, the smallest graze sending me into overdrive.
I fisted the white sheets next to my head in a desperate attempt to not whine aloud. I was losing the fight; the desperate sounds I was making were barely restrained in my throat.
"C-curl them…" I breathed out. Then he did just that and-
I saw white and melted into his fingers dancing inside me. My toes curled and I pressed backwards into the splendid sensation.
More... ugh, more. My mind screamed…or…did I say it out loud, because Edward's cold metal hand settled on the swell of my ass cheeks and speared me further. The feeling of tepid metal on my flushed skin was only adding to the fire burning in my groin. It swelled around my spine, leaving me in a quivering mess. But it wasn't enough... not nearly.
I realized how I must have looked right then, face down, slack-jawed in the sheets with my ass lewdly in the air. But I didn't care; it felt too fucking good to care.
"Edward..." I all but whined, "You have to stretch me." It was becoming harder to think rationally through the rippling pleasure, but I knew Edward needed to focus on spreading his fingers to loosen my muscles. Otherwise, it would hurt tremendously when I tried to put his cock inside. I hadn't done this in years; I was bound to be tight.
"What do you mean...?" He questioned from behind me, his fingers dipping against my prostate. A moan was ripped from my throat, and I had a hard time getting my thoughts to hunker back down.
"Y-you have to spread your -ngh, fuck- fingers. Like this..." I lifted my hand from the sheets and spread my three digits into the air, simulating the motion he was wrecking inside my entrance.
Edward was a quick study, doing exactly as I instructed. My sphincter muscle contracted under the pressure and I couldn't help but press back into the touch. I groaned at the sensation building at the base of my spine and through my hips being stretched open wide, I tried to remind myself to breathe through it. This went on for a few minutes, Edward pressing inwards and widening his fingers making my inner-walls open up to his invasive touch.
It was slow and intimate; the sounds he was drawing out of me made my face burn in mortification. My dick was leaking precum profusely, and I could feel the puddle growing on the sheet beneath me. A string of clear fluid connecting to the sheets in ribbons.
The feeling of warm lips skimming my lower back, close to the cleft of my cheeks, startled me out of my passion, pensive state. It made my heart clench, and my cock twitched. I buried my face into the sheets. The tongue that followed set my flesh on fire. I moaned – it couldn't be stopped – I moaned, and I didn't stop because Edward was playing me like a finely tuned instrument.
Through the haze that surrounding my head, I realized Edward was saying something. I managed to open my eyes and glance over my shoulder. He was watching me with those intensely-lit yellow eyes. I moaned again, my breath catching in my throat, and I pressed my overheated face back into the sheets once again.
"Fuck, Roy...C-can I? Are you ready?" Edward mouthed the words into my flesh, his slippery fingers moving without restraint.
How could I refuse such a sweet offer? I probably wasn't stretched enough, and I was definitely going to regret this come morning, but I wanted him inside me. I nodded my head and Edward took that as an 'Okay' on my part. His fingers slipped from my body with a wet sound. I felt my inner muscles clamp down at the sudden retreat of pressure.
After a moment of shuffling around, Edward positioned himself against my entrance. I could feel the warmth and chill from his mismatch thighs pressing against my own. The slippery head of his cock nudged between the magic inch separating my balls and the tight ring of my ass. Edward grunted, gripping me by the juncture of thigh and groin. He spread my legs as he went, trying to get the right angle, and I went with the motion, just as eager to get on with it.
I had a starling recollection at the moment of penetration. My whole body broke out in a cold sweet as I flashed back to years ago when I was just a boy, bent over a table with Henry's hard cock taking my virginity.
I bit the pillow and exclaimed loudly at the discomfort of being sunk into... The memory still riding on the edges of my sanity. My eyes fluttered closed and my brain shorted out, everything lost to the white hot rush. I couldn't help it; I squirmed as my body tried to reject the foreign object. I had to remind myself to breath and relax; it didn't hurt as much as I felt overly full. Edward didn't stop until his groin rested against my tailbone. By then, we were both breathing heavily.
"Fuck," the curse came from over my shoulder, and I felt Edward's forehead drop to rest on the arch of my spine. Our skin stuck together with the perspiration lingering on our bodies; his face felt sticky where it rested against my skin. Surprisingly, Edward on his own accord reached under me and gripped my flushed and neglected cock. I whined at the first contact; I was already so sensitive... My insides twitched, and Edward groaned his own pleasure.
"Fuck, hell, Roy... You're so fucking wet..." He continued to palm my dick, his fingers sliding over the leaking slit.
I didn't have any words; I just found it frustrating that he wasn't moving yet… My body arched forward into the hand fondling my front, while feeling the friction of Edward's length barely withdrawing from behind. It made me hiss out…I was getting annoyed…I just wanted Edward to move… to do something…
Groaning loudly, I reached back with one of my hands and gripped at whatever flesh I could on the other man's body.
"Move!" I exclaimed, mustering up whatever I could to carry off an order with practiced harshness. I felt a smile from the other man break out over my flesh.
"Aye, aye Captain!" Rising up to full height, Edward pulled out and slammed home.
A long drawn out moan from above echoed off the walls around us. All thoughts escaped me as Edward pulled out and then hurriedly pushed back in. 'Yes, yes yes…finally!' echoed in the recesses of my mind. Or was I rambling out loud again, because Ed laughed breathlessly as he rocked forward and up, directly hitting my prostate.
After that Edward started moving ardently, hips undulating to a pounding pace. It was hard, rough but seemingly pleasurable. My mind finally blank from everything... and I focused down onto one thing…
I loved the way Edward was making my body feel, the motion of his hands tightening on my hips and drawing me ever closer. I loved the feeling of my dick slapping my under belly on every forward push, I loved the amount of pleasure circling my body... I just loved Edward and that conniving way he seeped into my heart… I just love him! I love Edward…I love him…fuck! I need him…I love him…
"Edward!"
Bleating cries came out on every exhale; it was almost too much. Hands on my hips pushed and pulled me where I was needed most. Edward stroked that spot hidden deep within me that made my vision whiten on the edges. I was floating, freewheeling, nothing mattered except the wet pulse in my stretched hole and my hard dick slapping my under-belly.
Bracing myself with my left hand, I gathered the blanket into my palm for purchase. My right hand slipped under my body and started jacking my flushed cock in time to the other man's powerful thrusts.
It was just so, fucking, good… It almost hurt. Mouth drooling and hip undulating, I realized I was a ruined mess of pleasure.
Something that good could only last for moments, though. My back began to arch on its own accord. Grunting, panting, moaning, and so close. So, fucking close. Edward's hands gripped my hips in bruising force. I could feel the other man's body shuddering and jerking. The intermittent like thrusting developed into erratic bucks and lurches. The sweat poured from both our skins; I could feel it gathering in the small of my back, my neck and face.
When Edward's body dropped down onto my own, his stomach stuck to my back. I moaned from all the skin to skin contact. He never stopped his pace though; the angle changed and I was once again lost. When the hot sensation of Edward's mouth started kissing wet smacking sucks into my shoulder blade, I lost it. I was coming – an instinctual response; it came out of nowhere. The first spurts were nothing but dry orgasms. They raked shudders up my spine. But as Edward continued his erratic pace, my back arched again, and this time, a large ribbon load dribbled out onto the sheets.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck' rushed through my mind as I completely whited out. I went limp, my muscles weak, my mind mush. I was completely satisfied.
A few quick pulses later, Edward came to a full stop breathing heavily against my back. He was limp as a noodle as so was I. Sliding down from my knees, I rested in the wet puddled sheets. It was disgusting, but I couldn't move; I could barely breathe…
That was... fuck! My mind screamed.
Edward sighed from behind me before he began shuffling around. I felt the wet pop of him sliding out of me and the mattress dipping to my left. I turned my head in his direction as Edward lied down on his back, an attractive red glow lining his cheeks. I felt my heart lurch and thud in the bottom of my chest. I must have made a noise because Edward's eyes opened and turned to look, they were full of warm emotion and it was aimed directly towards me. My chest expanded and the words 'I love you' ripped through my mind.
I leaned over the space separating us and kissed his mouth, not trusting myself not to say it out loud. It wasn't a kiss burning with any intense emotion but instead it was two men sharing a kiss after sharing an intense moment together.
All was wonderful…
All was great...
But it couldn't last…wouldn't last.
If I had known exactly how the next day would play out... how I would lose Edward in the blink of a terrible decision, I would have taken that moment to let him know how I felt about him, how true and deep my emotions ran for him. But I didn't. Instead, I played the fool and fell right into the spider's deceitful web, known as Henry.
Should've, could've, would've…
If only I'd known it all, I would have said 'I love you.'
To be continued...
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