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How to Turn a Straight Guy Gay
Part 5
For about half a second I think about refusing, but I know I can't possibly do that to him. Not tonight. We have plenty of time for the complicated shit later.
"I have one stipulation," I utter, grinning up at him, though he probably can't see it.
"Of course you do," he says, and I swear I can hear the smirk in his voice. I also think I can almost see it from down here.
"Scratch that, I have two stipulations."
"Okay, run them by me."
"Well, the first is that you need to bring your fine ass down here to open the door for me because I locked it behind me when I left."
He starts laughing. "My fine ass is on the way. What's the second?"
I hang up without answering his question and re-pocket my phone. I hear the lock click open and can't help but smile when he pulls the door open. I step inside and kick the door closed behind me.
"So?" he asks expectantly.
"This," is my answer.
I step towards him and his eyes widen just slightly. As I move to wrap my arms around his neck, he licks his lips and I know he thinks I'm going to kiss him. It definitely boosts my confidence that he really doesn't seem at all put off by the idea, but I'm not going to kiss him tonight.
I move in close to him and fold my arms around his neck, placing my face in the little crook between his neck and shoulder. My chest presses against his and though I want to take the final tiny shuffle forward to close the gap between our hips, I don't. I'm pushing boundaries as it is.
Edward just stands there while I hug him and I wait, breathing him in and relaxing completely. Already I know that I fit perfectly against him, even without his arms securing my waist to him or his hair tickling my ear or his lips caressing my neck. That all can wait, but it'll come, and when it does, I know it'll be everything I expected, because I fit just right here, with him.
Even when he's standing there like Michelangelo's fucking David. Edward's penis is bigger, though.
"Are you fucking smirking?" he asks quietly. And I realize that I am. I nod into his neck and I can feel him shaking his head in response. "Why?" he wonders.
"I don't think you really want to know," I say, keeping my mouth right against his skin, so he can feel my lips caressing as I speak. Much to my satisfaction, he shudders.
"Thought there weren't going to be anymore lies. Lying by omission is still lying," he says.
I roll my eyes. "Is that what they teach you in law school?" I ask. He pokes me in the ribs and I chuckle into his skin. He still isn't really responding to my hug, but he seems to be getting more comfortable. I'm not moving until he either makes me or hugs me back. "Fine, ask me again and I'll tell you, but I'm going to warn you, it's going to make this kind of awkward."
"Like it isn't already awkward," he points out.
"Only because you are making it," I challenge.
He huffs. "Well, I'm sorry, I've never done this before. I don't exactly know how to respond," he trails off, his voice lowering so quiet I can barely catch it, "to the only man I've ever been attracted to hugging me."
"You're attracted to me?" I ask gleefully. I can feel this stupid, wide grin stretching my lips and I don't even fucking care, I just let it. I know he can feel it too.
"Don't change the fucking subject," he mutters.
I chuckle and squeeze him tighter, which makes him tense slightly. "Come on, Edward," I whisper, "you know what to do."
"No," he says, "not really."
I sigh. "Just pretend I'm a chick."
"I don't really want to," he replies.
"Well, that's good, because I want you to remember it's me you're with, but I just meant do what you would do if I was a chick."
"You have nice tits," he says.
I burst out laughing into his neck. "You must never get laid," I say through giggles.
"I just follow that up with 'I'm a lawyer' and it doesn't matter what comes out of my mouth from that point on."
I start to laugh again. "Just fucking hug me back, Edward. I'm not letting you go until you do."
"How do you know that isn't going to make me hold out longer?"
"I don't. And shut up and hug me already."
"Tell me what you were smirking about."
"I will once you hug me."
"No, you first."
I shake my head slightly and push my face further into his crook.
Finally, I feel him ease forward and his face presses into my hair. I feel his hips just barely tilt towards mine, teasing me with a subtle touch. His hands ghost feather light across my sides before wrapping around me just under my ribs. I cautiously take the final step, changing our position from toe-to-toe to thigh-to-thigh. We're completely against one another and his hold around my waist tightens, bringing my torso even tighter to his.
"I've never really hugged like this," he admits in a whisper.
"Of course you haven't," I respond. "Straight guys generally don't want to feel another guy's dick pressing against them."
He puffs a breath into my hair and I wonder if he's angry or amused. Either way, I know he just rolled his eyes at me. "I mean that I've never really hugged like this at all, with anyone."
"Hmm," I hum. "Well, you're doing fine."
"Thanks, I guess. Feels sort of nice."
I yawn and close my eyes, feeling impossibly more relaxed. He squeezes me and I smile in return. "Told you it didn't have to be awkward."
"Speaking of which, what were you smirking about before?"
I smirk again when I start to think about Edward as a statue. He would definitely make a good art model, he has the perfect body. I wonder what he'd think if I offered to draw him. Maybe I can take some sculpting classes and replicate him for anytime viewing.
"I was thinking about Michelangelo's David and how your body is more ideal because of your, ahem, finer details."
It takes about thirty seconds for it to click with him about what 'finer details' I'm really talking about. "Oh, Christ," he mutters. Then he pulls back from me unexpectedly, basically ripping himself away. "Wait a fucking minute, I thought you said you didn't look at the pictures?"
I nearly fall on my fucking face because I'd had so much of my weight leaned into him. I'd been fucking half asleep. "I didn't," I tell him, cursing the fact that our perfect little moment was ruined.
Oh well, at least we had the moment in the first place. I give him a wide berth as I start toward the stairs.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he calls after me.
"You asked me to fucking stay, so that's what I'm doing. I'm going to fucking bed, I'm way too fucking tired for your mood swings. Goodnight."
I open the first door I come to and thank God that it is actually a bedroom. I slam the door behind me and start unbuckling my pants. Edward apparently has no idea what a closed door means because he walks right the fuck in. I don't stop on his account. He just stands there while I undress and it's more than just a little fucking awkward.
"Can I fucking help you?" I ask.
"Yeah, you can tell me how the fuck you know anything about my dick, because to my knowledge, you shouldn't."
Once I'm down to my underwear, I walk to the back of the bedroom, where there is a little bathroom tucked into the corner, and slam that door, clicking the lock behind me.
I hear his fists connect with the door. "You can't fucking ignore me, asshole."
I turn around and yank the door open. "I have to take a piss, would you like to watch?" I ask him.
"Yes," he says, "I'd love to, since that would probably make us even."
I can feel my lips curl up on their own accord and before I really think about it, I raise my hand and slap him. Across the fucking mouth. Like a chick. Shit, I've never done that before.
Frankly, I can't fucking believe I did it at all. I'm a little horrified with myself. But fucking seriously, does he have to keep accusing me of a being a sick creep?
He looks just as surprised as I feel, and possibly just as angry.
"Did you just fucking slap me?" he gasps incredulously.
I reach forward and grab his hair, pulling both of us closer to each other. He braces himself against the door frame and I press myself right up against him, getting right in his face. Nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye. I don't kiss him, though I'm more tempted than I'd like to admit.
I want to tongue-fuck his pretty little mouth. He's being such an asshole and I'm so fucking tired and I just want to kiss the living shit out of him.
"Yes, I fucking slapped you. I fucking told you I'm tired and we'll fucking talk later. You need to stop fucking pushing me, Edward, because I do push back. Learn to fucking stop, before you push me right off the fucking edge, okay?"
"Tell me right now how you know anything about my dick," he demands right back at me.
I growl at him and reach down, grabbing him through his jeans. He jumps and pulls back slightly.
"This is how I know. You were fucking wasted, being stupider than usual, and you fucking asked for it."
He responds to my touch extremely fast and his jaw unhinges, leaving his mouth hanging open slightly. "I asked for it?" he asks quietly.
The change in his demeanor causes me to step away from him. I sigh and rub my hands over my face, then sit on the sink counter, pressing my back up against the mirror behind me. "No, you didn't flat out ask, 'Jasper, want to grab my dick through my pants?' But shit, Edward, you kissed me and I thought it was going to be the last time I ever saw you, and I wanted something." I keep my eyes closed as I lean heavily against the mirror.
"I don't remember," he says.
"You were fucking wasted, and no, I didn't slip you anything!"
I hear him move, but I don't bother opening my eyes to see him. "I believe you, but I don't understand what happened."
I sigh and relay the entire night back to him. "I know I pushed it farther than you ever wanted it to go, and I'm sorry. And I shouldn't have grabbed you now either, so sorry for that too," I finish with.
"Well, I pushed you both times, and like you said, you push back. Plus, you saved my ass the first time. I guess we're even," he says quietly.
"And since I'm making apologies, I just want you to know that I'm not sorry that I slapped you."
He chuckles. "I can't fucking believe you slapped me, with an open palm, like a fucking girl. It was so bitchy. You can go to bed now."
"Oh, thanks for you permission. May I please take a piss, master?"
"Better watch it with that 'master' shit or I'm going hold you to calling me that."
Near the end of the sentence, I start to feel his breath on my face and I open my eyes, only to find him leaning over me. He's cocking one provocative eyebrow and I'm in nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs. And he's just suggested that there's a chance that he would be dominant in bed—that's what I heard, anyway.
Unf.
"Goodnight," he whispers before walking away.
I look down and stare at my boner with contempt. There is no way I'm going to be able to piss now.
"Son of a motherfucking whore," I cuss.
And when I hear his distant chuckle, I know that he's just fucked me. That little fucker.
– – –
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
I groan and roll over, my arms searching for my favorite pillow to hug. I always know which one it is because it's the softest one on the bed. But I can't find it.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
I open my eyes and blink to clear my vision as I wonder what the fuck that thumping sound is. It slowly dawns on me that I'm still at Edward's, and then I really wonder what the fuck that thumping sound is.
It's perfectly rhythmic. And it's so fast. It can't possibly be a headboard hitting a wall, unless he's Superman in bed or something.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Fuck, I can't just ignore it.
I crawl out of bed and search the floor for my clothes and find nothing. He wouldn't seriously take my fucking clothes... would he?
I can't find them anywhere, so he must have. I leave the room, nude except for my clingy boxer-briefs.
I follow the thumping and cautiously push open the door where it sounds the loudest. It makes sense when I realize that the room is Edward's gym and he's on the treadmill. Shirtless. Running. Sweaty.
Whimper.
When my eyes finally finish their scan of his entire body—which admittedly takes quite a while since his junk is bouncing and I clearly see it doing so... and for about three minutes, the only thought running though my mind is 'nipples', I'm obviously horny—and reach his face, I realize that he doesn't even know I'm here. His eyes are closed and he has earbuds in. I wonder what he's thinking about.
I slowly make my way over to him and he has no idea I'm in the room. I stand right in front of the treadmill, close enough that I can hear his steady pants. Close enough that if I watch carefully, I can see individual beads of sweat running down his perfectly toned, hairless chest.
Or maybe that's just my imagination.
Nipples.
I reach for his iPod and carefully pick it up off of the little tray, making sure the cord doesn't jostle and alert him to my presence. I bring up what he's listening to and start to scan through what music he has on the same play list. I snicker to myself when I find I Get Off by Halestorm and wait for the track he's listening to, to end so I can sneakily make him listen to a naughty song.
I snicker to myself some more, but then Edward's soft voice starts singing the words and I nearly cream myself.
"There's so much left unspoken, between the two of us. It's so much more exciting to look when you can't touch. You could say I'm different, and maybe I'm a freak. But I know how to twist you to bring you to your knees. I get off on you, getting off on me."
Shit.
I raise my eyes from his mouth, up to his eyes, and find him giving me that same provocative fucking eyebrow raise as last night.
He knows damn well what he's doing to me, and he's loving the fuck out of it.
"It's not nice to fuck with a man's music, you know," he says.
I want to tell him it's also not nice to fuck with an incredibly horny man, unless you're doing so the right way, but I don't.
"Would you like me to sing 'Innocence' next?" he asks.
"Oh god, please don't, unless you want me to tell you where it hurts."
"Yeah, you can sing that one to me," he says, a small laugh in his tone.
And for some fucking reason, I just start singing, from the most fitting part. "Hey, did you know you're locking lips with a libertine? Hey, did you know you're knocking hips with a killer queen? Another victim of my method of seduction. I made you look but you never saw me coming. Come on and give it to me, tell you to give it me. Give it your best shot."
I couldn't tell him 'my love is black and blue', even if it was just a song, because I was going to do everything in my power to not hurt him. Plus the song was already hitting way close to home. Libertine, yes. Killer queen, hell yes. I just hoped I could make Edward believe that he wasn't going to be 'another victim of my method of seduction' because he was honestly so much more than that.
And then he starts singing to me again. "Hey, did you know that I'm the spider and you're the fly? Hey, did you know you've got your eyes on a suicide prize? With a flick of my wrist I'll twist your words around. Think you're the ace but who's got the upper hand now? Come on and give it to me, tell you to give it to me. Give it your best shot."
I don't really even think before I reach forward—practically climbing over the goddamn treadmill—and grab his face. I pull him as close to me as I can get him and reach on my fucking tippytoes the rest of the way. I kiss him, with everything I have and he kisses me back.
He knows, I just know he knows. I don't want to hurt him and he already means the fucking world to me. He isn't afraid and he's going to fucking jump into this with me. There's going to be battles and fights and probably some fucking pain along the way, but we're going to get through it. I know it, and he knows it, and we can give and take and have and be, together.
I hear something slamming down and I pull back from his lips to see his hand frantically trying to hit the right buttons to stop the treadmill and I aid him, finding the right one for him. Then his hands are on the back of my neck and we're kissing again.
It's fucking amazing. I can't even explain how perfect his mouth feels, it just does. His hair is all sweaty from running and he's panting, and I fucking love him. We so need to talk but I don't want to stop kissing him, and he doesn't seem to want to stop kissing me either.
The kiss is fairly chaste, except for the occasional flick of tongue. Neither of us pushes for an open-mouthed, full-on make out, and it's nice. I love his lips and the way he isn't really being shy at all. His thumbs are tickling the skin just below my ear, while his other fingers are threaded lightly into my hair.
God, we need to talk.
I press my lips harder to his and get in one more tongue flick—which earns me this adorable little sigh from him—before I put just enough distance between our lips to talk.
"Tell me where it hurts," I say. I know it's stupid, since it's again part of the song, but it's what I want to know. I need to know everything he's afraid of and what is still hurting him from my earlier mistakes.
"Right now, we're both hurting in the same place."
Unf, fucking yes. He has a boner.
Focus, focus. Right. Deep breath. I shake my head, and we're still so close that I Eskimo kiss him in the process. "We need to talk."
"Ah," he sighs knowingly. "Cry, baby, for me," he says, also quoting the song. I nod. "It can wait 'til we're done here," he decides.
He leans forward, starting the kiss all over again. I'm not going to complain, that's for fucking sure. If he wants to kiss me, he can do so for however long he wants to. Even if my calves are burning because I'm still on my tiptoes.
We just barely get back into again when the door opens. We both pull away from each other, and I immediately start to panic internally. If it's his family, he's going to fucking freak out.
A familiar laugh sounds and I sigh with relief. "I know when I catch you looking at that video, you want Meester Jasber," Jessica says.
My eyes dart to Edward's and he's cringing and blushing and I try not to laugh. "What video?" I ask.
His eyes fly open and he glares at me. Jessica starts to answer and Edward snaps at her, cutting her off. "Shut up, Jess. Go do your job!"
She huffs and turns away, slamming the door behind her. "What video?" I ask Edward.
He grumbles under his breath and gets off of the treadmill, turning his back to me to grab a bottle of water. My eyes catch the tattoo on his shoulder and I move closer to him, completely fucking transfixed. I've wanted to touch it for so long...
He jumps when my fingertips ghost over the ink. Giving him time to pull away, I lean in slowly and place one kiss right in the center. I kiss it again, dragging my lips across my art. "Tell me," I whisper. "No more lies or secrets. Tell me what video you were watching."
"Jess caught me watching a gay porno," he mumbles bashfully.
My lips curl up and he feels it and I in turn feel his shoulder stiffen. I lightly trail my fingers up his back and over his ribs. "That's good," I say. "I mean, not the Jess catching you part, that's really fucking awkward, but I'm glad you tried watching gay porn. Did you like it?"
"No, not really," he replies.
I stop my kisses and trailing fingers, feeling the heavy weight of rejection and disappointment settling into my gut. "Oh..."
"It was kind of disgusting, actually. I couldn't hardly stand watching them kiss and seeing their dicks come out was terrible. There wasn't really anything I liked about it at all."
I don't know what to say to him. He was just making out with me, and now he's telling me gay sex is disgusting? I hear him turn around but I can't open my eyes.
"I'm not gay, Jasper. I've been attracted to exactly one man in my entire life. I don't know what that makes me, bi maybe? But I'm not gay. I am attracted to you, I just... Will you look at me, please?"
With my head still down, I blink several times before raising it up to do as he asked.
"Are you really that disappointed that I'm not attracted to any other guys?" he asks.
I sigh and shake my head. "No, I guess that's pretty fucking awesome for me, but shit, Edward, you think that gay sex is disgusting. It's not," I try to explain, "it's really fucking great."
"That's not what I said," he replies. "I said that the porn was disgusting. Watching those two go at it was disgusting. I'm still glad I watched it though. I guess it probably makes me naïve, but I had no idea what two guys did together in the bedroom. I'm kind of conservative, you know, I've never thought about that kind of thing before. So, it's basically the same, I think. Make out, foreplay, sex. I just can't figure out how you decide who's the top?"
I feel all of the air burst out of my lungs in a disbelieving laugh. I shake my head and kind of fall into his warm, sweaty, bare chest and he hugs me while I laugh-sob-breathe.
"You're not supposed to laugh at me," he points out.
"I'm not laughing at you," I say, "I'm just experiencing whiplash."
"So?" he asks.
I remember his top question and try to think of a way to answer. "Well, I mean, it depends. Sometimes one man enjoys being the bottom more and the other top, sometimes it's even so they switch off. Other times it's more of a dominance thing, the aggressor takes top and the submissive gets bottomed."
"Oh. So, um, what are you?"
"Me?" I say hesitantly. "I'm neither a top, nor a bottom. I enjoy both."
"You've done both?"
"Yes, and always liked it either way. Have you ever had anal sex with a woman?"
"No," he answers quickly. "I mean, like I said, conservative—and don't bring up my little porn stunt with the pictures, that was never my fucking idea. You can look at those if you want to, by the way."
Holy shit, he just gave me permission to look at his porno pics? Oh, Christ, stay on topic. "I'm not going to make you change the way you think," I say quietly. "If it's something you are against, that is fine."
"But you just said you like it, from both ends, so to speak."
I take a step back to look at him. "Yes, I do, but you've made it pretty clear that it's not going to be something you are comfortable with. I won't push you on that."
"That's not fair. If you're willing to give it up, then I have to be willing, too. Compromise. You can't just give up sex because I'm being a prude."
"Well, I'm not going to force you and I'm certainly not going to sleep with someone else."
"I'm glad, on both fronts. If you do either it's a deal breaker, but I mean, just don't fucking give in so easy. You're not going to be happy without sex."
"I'll be happy," I assure him.
"I won't be happy without sex."
"There's oral, baby," I suggest.
He almost smiles. "I know, but..."
"Butt," I say. He nods. I don't know what he's trying to say, but I know what I fear he's trying to say. "Edward, I can't..." I say despairingly. "If you are suggesting that I let you have pussy on the side—"
"Jesus, no," he says. "I don't cheat, Jasper. I wouldn't do that shit to you."
"Okay, good. I don't know why we're even talking about sex, though. Sex is the farthest thing from my mind."
"Liar," he challenges with a smirk.
"Shit, fine, sex is obviously on the forefront of my brain just like every other male in the country. But, it's not why I want to be with you. It's how it started for me, yes, but things changed for me in a big way, Edward, even before the fight. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I don't want to screw it up with sex, especially considering you're kind of a virgin. I want a relationship with you, I mean, if you want to be a relationship with me. Fuck, I'm not like just some experimental thing for you, am I?"
"No, of course not," he says. "What else would I be doing here if I didn't want the whole relationship thing? I want to be your boyfriend."
I can't help but sigh and smile about that. "I want to be your boyfriend too."
"Great," he says with a grin. "Can we eat now? I'm fucking starving, it's like one o'clock."
"Seriously?"
He nods. "You slept like half of the fucking day. I've already been to class and shit this morning and worked out. Lazy ass."
I scoff jokingly. "Don't forget the part about making out with your brand new boyfriend."
He snorts and rolls his eyes at me. Then his expression turns playful and he pulls me to him. "You're going to have to refresh my memory on that one."
"I think I can do that."
– – –
The next two weeks is filled with kisses and stolen glances and late night phone calls. Some days are frustrating because he's in a bad mood, but I'm able to deal with him the same way I always have. My ignoring him works even better now because he doesn't hide the fact that he wants to be with me. He's just as desperate to be with me as I am to be with him, in private at least.
Jessica remains the only person who knows but I'll gladly give him time. We spend a lot of time together, and in private, he's always touching me or kissing me. In public, well, he spends a lot of his time glaring at people, but that isn't really that unusual for him.
He took me out for supper last night, which was interesting. He insisted on holding my hand in public when I told him he didn't have to.
"Business or pleasure?" the hostess asked curiously as she showed us to our seats.
"I'm holding his fucking hand. Do most business associates come in here holding hands?" Edward asked rudely.
I shot him a glare and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry," I apologized to her, "it's our first public date. He's a little nervous."
She offered a gracious smile. "I understand."
"Really? You're a lesbian?"
I pulled Edward to a halt and forced him to face me. "Knock it off," I warned him. He pouted his bottom lip out and I huffed at him. "Edward, I'm serious. You either stop being an asshole or I go home."
"Fine," he groaned.
He surprised me by leaning in and pecking me on the lips. No one was really paying attention besides the hostess, but still, shit, he kissed me in public! He turned to the woman and offered her a sincere apology.
We took our seats and Edward continued to hold my hand on top of the table. Our waiter showed up fairly quickly, and he was a fucking prick.
He was short with us and he barely came back to our table at all, and it pissed Edward off.
"I want a new fucking server," he hissed to me. I offered him a tight smile.
It was pretty fucking obvious that the server was being prejudiced against us, because we could see him clear as day being Mr. Proper fucking Manners two tables over with a 'conventional' couple.
When we were finished with our meal and the waiter brought our check, dropping it on the table without a word, Edward lost his temper.
"Do you have a fucking problem?" he asked the man.
"No, sir," he replied, obviously through gritted teeth.
"Really? Because I think you have a fucking problem," Edward said pushing the sleeves of his shirt up his arms.
"Edward, just let it go," I pleaded.
"Am I not allowed to bring my boyfriend out to dinner? Is that your fucking problem?" Edward demanded.
"No, sir," he repeated, once again, not sounding very honest.
"That's not your problem? What is it then, hmm? Are you jealous that you aren't the one here with my boyfriend?"
The waiter clenched his fists and looked ready to fucking wail on Edward. I spotted the hostess that showed us in a few tables over and she caught my eye, a look of alarm flashing across her face once she realized there was a situation. She quickly came over and ushered the waiter off, offering us a complimentary meal.
"Don't want your prejudiced fucking charity. Think you can shut me up with a free fucking meal. Gonna fucking sue this place," he rambled on and on, mostly to himself.
"Edward," I interrupted him. "This is how it is. People are assholes, you just have to learn to ignore it. I know he offended you but—"
"Offended me? Are you fucking kidding? He ruined our first date!"
Edward continued to be in a bad mood the rest of the night. He ranted and raved about injustice and life not being fair and basically everything else he couldn't change. It was sweet, especially considering the way he kissed me goodnight and told me how fucking sorry he was that he let that asshole ruin our night together.
I wanted to give him a blowjob for being so fucking adorable.
I didn't though. He left me at my doorstep and we slept across town from each other, like we normally did. Sometimes I would spend the night in one of the many Cullen beds, but never his.
Tonight, I insist we just order pizza in and he lets me. The food goes quickly and like usual, the conversation is effortless. There are many laughs and some kisses, and at one point he sucks marinara sauce off of my finger and I nearly explode.
I tell him I should go and he kisses me and makes fun of my garlic breath and I shove him away, just so he'll come crawling back to me. He does, of course, and he kisses me more, and more, and more. He also does his new favorite thing, which is teasing my nipples though my shirt, because he's just discovered that I get a little vocal when he does so.
He's trying to fight a smile while I'm trying to stifle my sighs and whimpers as he continues to lightly tease me. Neither of is succeeding and he ends up laughing into my mouth which ruins the mood a little bit. But only a little bit—laughing is good, it means he's comfortable. I just don't like that he's laughing at me.
"I have to go," I insist. I stand up, only to be pulled right back down.
"No you don't," he contends.
"I do. I need to take a shower and sleep, you know, human stuff."
"For the millionth time, there are like seven different showers here, find your favorite. And you can sleep here, damn it. I don't have any classes or work tomorrow, so please, just stay so I can see you right away in the morning?"
That's how I ended up in Edward's bedroom in nothing but a towel and a blush. He is currently searching for a pair of his underwear for me to wear. His hair is dripping wet from his own recent shower and he's only wearing a pair of boxer-briefs. I really want to just drop the towel.
"Here," he says.
I take the underwear from him, only to discover they are a pair of black Emporio Armani trunks. I might as well just drop the damn towel for all they are going to leave to the imagination. Edward smirks when I roll my eyes and start walking to his bathroom to change.
"Is this toothbrush for me?" I ask. There is one sitting on the counter, and one in his toothbrush holder.
"Yes," he answers. "Use lots of toothpaste, your mouth tastes like an old piece of pizza."
"Such a charmer," I mumble to myself, then grin because I can't even believe how much I fucking love him. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and try to squash the smile by shoving the toothbrush in my mouth. It doesn't work.
I drop my towel into his laundry basket and check myself out in his mirror while I brush my teeth. I'm looking pretty tan because of the amount of time I spend in his pool or just lounging in the sun with him, and we spend a couple hours a week working out together, so I'm looking pretty fucking fit too. I've just man-scaped in case anything were to progress with us, so I'm good in the sex tool department as well. My dick is semi-hard, as it seems to be majority of the time I'm around Edward. When I'm not sporting a semi, I'm sporting a fucking raging hard-on. I'm always trying to fucking hide my boners these days, but Edward seems to have a sixth sense and knows every time I get a fucking woody. He's always right there as soon as I'm hard and while I'm desperately trying not to rub my cock all over him like an oversexed, horny bastard—though I am an oversexed, horny bastard. He's doing everything in his fucking power to drive me crazy.
The nipple rubs, the fingers trailing down my back, the way he just fucking moans when I lick that spot on his neck.
Oh, well, hello there, Mr. Hard Cock, I haven't seen you in a whole ten minutes.
I swear, the only reason I haven't developed the world's worst medical case of blue balls is because I masturbate practically religiously.
I sigh and pull the underwear that Edward gave me on, groaning when I actually have to stuff my dick into them. He better enjoy the show.
I catch Edward with his hand in his hair when I open the door and immediately freeze; I know damn well that he only does that when he's nervous. He pretends not to notice, or he just doesn't notice, and he walks over to me, his lips pursed in a slightly amused way. Or smug. Probably smug. Bastard.
He is still only wearing underwear and I want so badly just to touch. Everywhere. His perfect fucking shoulders, and his sexy as fuck chest, his adorable, little pink nipples, every hill and valley of his defined abs, his cute bellybutton, and definitely, definitely the hot—oh my fucking God—hot cum gutters. Seriously, no one should get a 'V' so fucking perfect.
I follow his thin happy trail with my eyes and it leads right to the treasure—gold never looked so good. He's hard and straining against the tight material of his boxer-briefs and I very nearly moan at the sight.
Edward doesn't stop until he's pressed right up against me. He kisses me quite aggressively, demanding tongue almost immediately. I'm rewarded with a moan when I allow him entrance. He pulls back with a smile.
"Much better," he says.
I shake my head at him and lean in to peck his lips. "Goodnight," I say.
"Un-mm," he replies, pulling me in for another kiss.
While he's kissing me, he starts to walk backwards, bringing me with him. When we near his bed, he pulls away from me. He grabs his comforter and throws it back.
"In," he demands.
"What?" I ask. "Edward..."
He raises his eyebrows. "In," he repeats firmly.
Fine. I crawl into his bed, all the way over to the opposite side than what he's offered to me and he jumps in after me. He turns off the lamp by the bed and whispers, "Goodnight."
"Night," I whisper back.
It takes me a long time to even relax enough to close my eyes, but even with my eyes closed, I can't fall asleep. All I can hear is Edward's quiet breathing and all I can think about is the fact that he's in the same bed as me. Both of us are basically naked, in bed. I think I'm going to have a panic attack.
About an hour after he turned the lights off, I hear him whisper, "You awake?"
"Yeah," I reply.
The light flips back on, and it's blindingly bright. I can't see much besides white for a few seconds while my eyes adjust, and by the time they do, Edward is hovering over me. He lowers his mouth to mine and I moan right off the bat.
Christ, I'm wound tight.
His mouth presses harder against mine, his tongue teasing along my lips. His hand starts on my shoulder and quickly moves down my arm, then back up the inside, stopping where his thumb can circle my nipple. Which he does. And I moan into his mouth. Then he slides his whole palm over my pec, and I moan louder.
His mouth breaks away. "Don't you dare fucking laugh at me," I warn.
He does so regardless. I snap my eyes open to glare, but the glare stops dead when I find his eyes. They are dark, and so, so green. Wanting, and happy, and lust.
I grab his hair and pull him back to my mouth, more frantic now than I really should be, for his sake. I'm not supposed to be pushing, but he's driving me crazy.
My tongue pushes and swirls with his and his fingers never stop teasing my fucking nipples. I feel him start to shift and I think he's going to pull away, so I move my hands to let him, but he doesn't. He fucking moves closer. Way closer. He fucking moves right on top of me. I can fucking feel his cock. With my cock. They're touching. Really meeting for the first time. And I'd be lying if I said my cock wasn't the happiest fucking cock on the block.
It feels so fucking good, I shove my hips up, wanting more, and getting it with the friction of our cocks rubbing together through our underwear. I moan into his mouth and pull him closer, never wanting this to stop, and wanting more at the same time. He pinches my nipple and I thrust up into him again, this time catching his moan with my lips.
Oh, fucking God. It feels so good. Well, not really, because it's dry humping and the stupid fabric of the underwear is rough and I'd prefer skin, but I'm not complaining. It still feels so fucking good.
One of my hands slides down from Edward's hair to press into his lower back, bringing him even closer to me. I rock and he shifts and we both slide, making friction, and we moan together. He shifts again and I rock and the rhythm clicks. Soon, we're both shifting and rocking without pause, moaning, humping, grinding, and getting right where we fucking want to be. He gives and I take, and I want more. I move my hand just a little lower and press just a little harder and he gives, grinding into me. I'm shaking and panting, and I can't take much more, I'm not going to last at all.
It's Edward, he's fucking me right now. It's only dry humping, but it's just like fucking. We move together, we both get pleasure. Oh my God.
I have to break away from his mouth to moan. I can't breath. I push my head back and this guttural fucking groan comes out of my mouth and I'm almost embarrassed, but he's humping me harder and making more sound than I am.
"So fucking close," he grunts.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum," I moan.
His mouth moves to my neck and he bites down lightly, moaning into my skin. His perfect rhythm breaks and I shove my hand into his back, pressing hard because I can't think straight enough right now to realize that it probably hurts.
Through the thin material separating us, I feel him twitch and he bites down on my neck. His hips start to jerk and I fucking lose it, because I fucking know he's cumming right now. And oh my fucking God, he's cumming.
"Edward," I call.
My body arches up into his, so hard I think I'm lifting both of us off of the bed. I chant his name like a fucking idiot, but I can't care, not when I can feel the wet seeping through his underwear and into mine. My cock is sliding against his as we both continue clumsily pushing into each other, it's just too fucking much.
The orgasm seems to last forever, and the blink of an eye at the same time. It's fucking intense, more intense than I can remember an orgasm being—especially a fucking dry humping orgasm.
But it's Edward, everything is more intense with Edward. The sky is more blue, kissing is more fun, orgasms are... fucking indefinable.
"Holy shit," I moan once my hips stop rocking.
I collapse into the bed with a sigh and Edward breaths heavily from atop me.
"Jasp-uhhn."
I laugh and roll us over, fucking delirious on the orgasm high. I kiss him like nothing else at all fucking matters, and in that moment, it doesn't.
A/N: All songs mentioned in this chapter are property of Halestorm. No copyright infringement intended, etc.
But let me just say that Halestorm is fucking amazing. I'm a huge Lzzbian for Lzzy, who's voice I adore, and Arejay is awesome, I want to be his drums. I've seen them live and will continue to do so whenever they are local. If you've never heard of them, I suggest you have a listen. They cause eargasms.
"Tell Me Where It Hurts" and "I Get Off" are definitely two of the songs that come to mind for me when I think of this fic. "Innocence" does as well. But you should just listen to their entire album!
Other HTTASGG songs would be "Heartkiller" by HIM and "Keep It Together" by Puddle of Mudd.
Kay, I'm done. Love you guys!
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