You Belong to Me
Chapter 17
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Chapter 17
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They ended up ordering pizza at
said that he hadn't had pizza since he was a kid.
never tasted it before made him wonder if he wasn't, in fact, telling the
truth. Seated across from one another on
the floor in the living room, Edward was leaning against the love seat and
hand. It was nice and comfortable to be
around
His initial moodiness on the ride back to the
hotel was gone now that he had food in front of him.
when they got back thinking over the fight with Scar and wondering if there
could have been anything he could have done that might have given him the win.
about it anymore. He’d shut off the
water and gotten dressed in the steamy bathroom.
to someone about business. Since it
didn't concern him, he plopped down on the sofa and started braiding his damp
hair.
Once
got off the phone, they’d sat around talking until the pizza arrived.
was because
was with him. There was something about
him that was making this easier to deal with.
It might be the fact that they had been together straight for almost
three days, or it might be because they shared a pretty hot moment before Scar
waltzed in and broke it up.
“I didn't know that you wanted to study
Anthropology,”
was saying, looking up from the pizza in his hand.
“Yeah, history is very fascinating to me.”
in the room. “In a couple hundred years
someone will find this pizza crust and think all sorts of weird shit about it
and the people who might have come in contact with it.
about the
sure yet.”
“I do remember you reading an awful lot as a
teenager,” remarked
taking another bite.
“Well, no one really bothered me while I was
reading, so I really enjoyed it! Of
course, I got teased about that in school, but I did alright just the same.”
“Yes. It
seems you have.”
Edward placed his crust in the box.
about today...” He stared at his folded
legs, gathering his thoughts together.
He had avoided talking about this so far tonight, but he wanted to get
it out of the way and make sure
understood. “I did feel those
things, but...”
“I'm sorry about that, Edward.
of that stuff seriously. If I had
known—”
Edward held up a hand to forestall his
excuses. “It's true it did hurt me, but
I don't blame you, not really. I was
hurt and confused; I thought that it was because I wasn't rich like you or
Winry. I thought I deserved it.”
“Edward,” said
He got up from his place on the floor and came around the coffee table
to sit next to him.
“You know, it was really hard to have to take
that all the time,” confessed Edward. He
could feel
presence as if it were a huge neon sign proclaiming 'here I am!' to the world
and he couldn't ignore it.
“If only you had said something,” said
Edward bowed his head, acknowledging the late
promise to help him. He wasn't sure that
stepped in; however, after getting to know him now, it could be
true. It was hard to know.
him... Well, it was his fault too in a
way. He should have spoken up, like
crushed under those peoples’ cold comments.
From that point on, he had pushed everyone
aside. Even people who tried to befriend
him in school were quietly pushed away from him, as if he might infect them
with his inadequacies. Through their
childhood,
had chased after him—the only one to really pay any attention to him, even if
he hadn't understood it at the time. It
was only due to Russell's patient coaxing that he finally came out of his
shell.
He sighed as
support and apology. Remembering this
stuff, plus his loss today, was making him more depressed.
Edward, recalling
comment about seeing him read.
“Ah, well at first I suppose I was curious
about you. Growing up in that
environment had an effect on me too, you know.
I didn't know how to be a kid, and when I saw you laughing, playing, and
climbing trees, I didn't understand.”
“Oh,” said Edward, nodding at his lap
minutely.
“It's still early if you want to try to call
home and talk with Winry,” offered
“No thanks, I don't want to bother her.”
Winry. His feelings had been so shaken
up these last three days that he didn't believe he still loved her like he
thought he had.
He was sure that the kiss he and Roy shared had
chemistry...at least for him it did. It
was true that other things had intruded on his mind throughout the day, but
whenever he had a free moment, his mind wondered back to
“Ah,
“Yes, Edward?”
He stared down at his hands resting in his lap,
unable to look at
while he asked this next question. “That
kiss? Um, did you...feel anything?”
precedence in his mind.
“Feel anything?
Special, you mean?” Edward nodded
at his lap. “You mean like this?” asked
lifted his head up towards
his chest as
bent his head down towards his lips.
No less powerful, this kiss affected Edward
just as strongly as before. Only this
time it was a different type of passion that flowed through his veins.
movements.
his ear.
There was a pleasant squirming in his stomach
as
pulled him even closer. Unbidden, Edward
opened his mouth to
and let his tongue explore. He moaned as
his tongue moved over
shifting closer to the other man, looking for more touch.
over his body.
Breaking off the kiss, Edward moved.
watched him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
“Are you sure about this?” asked
hazy. His arms settled around Edward's
waist as he looked up at him, searching his face for uncertainty.
the t-shirt he was wearing. Edward
leaned forward to kiss him again, but
said, “I don't know if I'll be able to stop,” halting his forward movement.
He froze, then swallowed.
comfortable telling him that he was, in essence, a virgin.
that.
“No, I'm not sure,” said Edward seriously.
up in the moment. “But...you're making
it hard to ignore you.”
smacking
lightly on the shoulder.
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his eyes to the space between them.
“Then, perhaps we should stop here until you are sure.”
“How about you?
Are you sure 'about this'?” wondered Edward with a smile.
older man's neck. A baffling look of
hurt passed over
face, making Edward confused. Had he,
perhaps, said something wrong? “Sorry, I
didn't mean to pry.”
“No...no, that's not it.
explained
but the pained look remained.
Feeling like he might no longer be welcome in
stood. He wondered if he was welcome
near
all. The uncomfortable silence that hung
over them now confused Edward further.
He obviously said something to bother
have been.
“Er, well, it's getting late.
sorta stiff again from all those bruises.
Goodnight,” said Edward heading towards the bedroom with a strained
smile for Roy who watched him leave silently.
He push the door closed until he heard it click
into place. He didn't understand.
the ride back and while they were seated in the living room.
there was something there towards him.
Edward held onto the door handle and let his
body lean towards the floor and sighed.
The weight of his body stretched his tight shoulders, only easing the
tension slightly. What would he give for
Russell and his magic hands now? That
was one of the things he missed about being with him.
Nothing for it, he'd have to use the muscle
cream he brought along. Releasing the
door handle, Edward padded over to the adjoining bathroom to rummage through
his toiletries bag, producing a small glass jar that fit in the palm of his
hand.
The smell of camphor filled the large bathroom
when the lid came off. Edward was so
accustomed to the smell now that it didn't bother him at all, but he knew that
some people didn't like it. Well, it was
too bad if
was a wimp and couldn't take the smell.
Edward dug his fingertips into the red cream,
scooping up a large chunk. He looked at
himself in the mirror, ready to administer some, what he considered, first aid,
then paused. “Shit!” hissed Edward.
ruined from the balm. Looking down at
his fingers, Edward considered the merits of wiping the cream back into the jar
or just working around the fact that his shirt was still on his back.
“Need help, Edward?”
stare wide eyed at
standing in the doorway to the bathroom.
“Oh, sorry about that. I wasn't
trying to sneak up on you,” said
coming into the bathroom to stand with his hip leaning into the sink counter
top.
“Fuck, my heart's pounding,” said Edward
holding his clean hand to his chest, and taking deep breaths.
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no. How about it?”
“Ah...”
Edward looked down at his hands for an indecisive moment before deciding
that he'd scrape the cream back into the jar and take off his shirt.
He ran his fingers over the lip of the jar.
asked Edward, he was already pulling his shirt over his head, when he
froze. Did he really just ask that?
Edward felt his face flush again.
with his arms hanging out of his sleeves and his head inside his shirt, but he
had said something very suggestive, too.
His mind immediately went to that rare time Russell had given him more
then just a massage, having him lay out on the duvet cover, naked, so that
Russell could reach every part of his body to rub oil into his skin.
hard, and he couldn't pull off the shirt for the embarrassment he was causing
himself.
“Yes?
What did you mean?” came
voice, full of humor and not one ounce of sympathy for his dilemma.
Cringing, Edward pulled the shirt back down to
find
questioningly and a smirk that would make hearts melt for the sexy quality it
lent
right now.
“Nothing!” said Edward way too quickly.
wondering how to apply it now that
was right here beside him. He had to
think about that or else his mind would go to another place that involved
and hands, lots of hands. His gaze
shifted across the counter top to find
hand pressing into the edge. Those
fingers were really nice looking. Not
too long, so that they looked like vile dandy long-legs, and not too short that
they resembled sausages, but just right, with beautifully shaped
fingernails.
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that Edward could see the blue veins pop up, crisscrossing the back of his
hand. The skin looked smooth and
warm. He could still feel those hands on
his back, moving up and down, spreading the warmth.
proportioned fingertips, letting his tongue roll the digit from side to side,
letting the taste of
move through his mouth? What would it be
like...
“I don't need help,” said Edward, straining to
make his voice less...strained. He
blinked and focused on the open jar in front of him.
he wasn’t about to do that even if
was swoon worthy.
“Hm? Are
you sure?” asked
his voice almost a purring rumble.
Edward whirled on
suddenly angry that by his voice alone, he was ready to let
What about you! What was that
back there?” asked Edward, redirecting the conversation away from him and back
to
somehow make his dick fall into a more comfortable position.
“I was taken off guard,” said
reaction.
“Like hell!
It definitely got a few degrees colder in there!” growled Edward,
pointing at the bathroom wall. His
erection did not want to go away, and it was only making him antsy.
advertise that to
crazy with confused feelings and emotions.
“Over reacting just a little bit, Edward?”
wondered
raising both eyebrows now.
“Tch!”
Edward stomped his way past
towards the bedroom, but was pulled to a stop by the hand on his arm.
“I didn't reject you, I was just thinking—to
find out if I was sure like you asked me to.
Why are you lashing out like this?”
“I'm not!”
“Now, see here!
There's no reason to be acting like this,” growled
before passing out of
line of sight. “Edward!
room.
“Just leave me alone!” snapped Edward, whirling
around to find
right on top of him. His erection jumped
in his pants, adding to his anger and annoyance.
“Edward—”
reached out for him, but Edward knocked the hands aside hard.
face darkened dangerously. “I don't have
a clue what brought this on—you're being irrational.”
“I can be irrational if I want!”
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a dark fire. His almost black eyes
danced threateningly at him and his jaw clenched and unclenched.
arms. Hard.
unafraid.
What
did next, however, did shake his bravado, making his eyes go wide in
shock.
one, hard. He demanded to be let in with
a hard press of his tongue against Edward's clenched mouth.
chest, but it seemed that either he had gone weak or else Roy was stronger then
he'd let on.
One of
hands released his arm and went straight to his groin to rub him through his pants,
pressing his dick against his lower stomach aggressively.
submit. “What's this?
Edward looked up into the face of burning
desire.
hot against his face. He could taste
hand on his dick was now touching only the fabric of his pants, but he knew
that the hand was still here, that it was still moving.
was so hard now that he was starting to hurt.
Thrusting his hips into
hand, Edward reached up with his free hand and brought
pushed against the other man's balls.
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him around, herding him back towards the bedroom.
entangled with
focused on
mouth and hand, then on his own feet.
His hands pulled at
shirt, trying to pull it off without undoing the buttons down the front.
and pulled his shirt off, making him release
over his head.
neck with lips and teeth. Frustrated at
his slowness, Edward gripped either side of
Edward slid his hands inside
skin under his palms.
pulling it apart and sucking on his ear.
Groaning at the amount of suction
utilizing, Edward pushed
shirt to the floor and let his head fall back to allow the taller man better
access to his neck or wherever else he wanted to go.
same time, fumbling with belts and buttons and zippers; tugging at the
offensive material if it didn't immediately obey and fall to the floor.
Two sets of pants pooled at their feet, while
they fell to the bed. Hands groped,
pressed; kisses were exchanged. The last
barrier between them, their underwear, was quickly discarded as well.
panted breaths and groans filled the room.
Edward was going out of his mind at the depth
of feeling he had because of
touch. With Russell it had never been
this hurried; this madness of want.
Arching his back off the bed, Edward groaned as
stomach. Just
breathing on him made him ache painfully, but when
underside of his cock, Edward thought he might faint.
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the bed, making Edward bare himself even more.
He then licked up from just behind his balls, up to the head of his dick
in one long, wet pass. His toes curled
tight. Edward was shaking slightly as he
waited for
to lick him, suck him, anything he wanted to do, as long as he did something.
down his body to find
staring at him with those dark eyes of his.
They promised so much that Edward could only pant in response.
Granting Edward's silent wish,
length within his hot mouth. With a long,
pleasure-filled groan, Edward slammed his head back into the bed, one hand
landing on
head, pushing him further, while the other hand gripped the sheets near his hip
in an effort to still his thrusting hips.
soft tongue undulated against the underside of his cock, while
that.
“Ah, fuuckk,” hissed Edward, pushing
length. “Yea...like that.”
#00FF'> chuckled around him, adding to his enjoyment as his cock vibrated with
only the head was in his mouth,
tongued the tip, thrusting the point of his tongue into the urethra , then
sweeping his tongue broadly around the circumference.
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building him up to the point of no return only to back off and let him come
down enough to drive him insane. Four
times,
up Edward's squirming, desperate body, fisting both their erections before
their sides.
“I don't have any lube, or else this would play
out very differently,” whispered
into Edward's ear. Edward shivered at
the full implications of what they were doing, and what
fog into his brain.
But then
began to move his hand. Edward could
feel
thrust against him and through his hand.
He began to thrust wildly on his own, looking for the release he had
been denied four times already. They
didn't last long. Edward's frenzy with
meant that within moments they were cuming all over their stomachs and the bed
cover.
The afterglow was not weird at all.
this intimate with someone, you ought to feel a bit unsure, but as he rested
his head on Roy's collarbone, and threw a leg over his hip he could honestly
say that wasn’t the case. He felt like
jelly of the best kind—the sort that didn't have to move or think or
anything.
at bay. He would have fallen asleep if
gotten off the bed.
“What're you doin',” mumbled Edward, looking
over his shoulder to watch
head into the bathroom.
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pillow, too tired to really care. His
eyes drifted closed as he listened to the noises coming from the bathroom.
shut off. He could hear
floor before fading onto carpet. A warm
face cloth wiped away the mess and
was gone again.
“Edward?
This cream—do you want me to rub some in?”
“Bastard...” grumbled Edward tiredly.
holding the small jar of muscle cream.
Edward couldn't help but ogle
as he was standing right there, he probably wanted to be ogled.
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finally coming down to a line of dark hairs that led down to his groin.
they were long with lean muscles that were very beautiful.
body. Somehow the thought that
himself (except for his groin, obviously) was incredibly erotic to him.
If he hadn't just cum, he'd be hard again.
“I'm just that good,” said
like I said I would.”
Edward just snorted in annoyance, but rolled
over with a sigh. He felt the bed dip as
him. “You gotta wash your hands really
well after, or else,” mumbled Edward.
“Okay,” said
hands suddenly plunged into his hair, pulling it out from under his arms,
between his shoulders, and moving it off to the side.
snags. Edward loved feeling someone's
hands in his hair and scalp, but knowing that it was
those hands...ah, he was maybe going to get hard faster if this kept up.
asked
“Shoulders.”
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straddled him from behind. “Hm, you have
a very fine ass, Ed,” said
giving said ass a playful spank. Edward
clenched his cheeks together in protest, but couldn't quite work up a
rebuttal. “Everything is very fine.
wondered
“Of course.
It is my back after all,” Edward said sarcastically.
“But, I don't think you understand.
pressed his hands up Edward's back. The
pressure was divine. “Makes me want to
ravish you again.”
once.
“No ravishing!
More cream spreading,” said Edward, secretly elated that
much. He glared up at
wasn't more weirded out by what they had just done.
outburst. But
“Oh, very well,” conceded
middle of his lower back making him hiss in surprise.
Edward rolled his eyes, sighed and let his eyes
close. He moaned quietly when
kneed and spread the strong smelling cream over his shoulders, neck and upper
back. This was bliss.
really knew what he was doing. He was
hitting all the tight spots with the cream first, then pressing his thumb into
the knot and working it out until Edward was just a puddle of goo.
“Before you go to sleep, I want you to know
that I will be getting us up early to fly back home.”
“Hm,” agreed Edward sleepily.
bum vanished. Edward drifted a bit,
until hands pulled him onto his side, and he was enveloped in warm arms and
covered with the blankets.
“You smell like a medicine cabinet,” teased
temple.
“Hm-hmm,” agreed Edward again, snuggling into
Roy's embrace and falling asleep.
--To Be Continued--
This one is a little shorter then the more
recent previous chapters, but this is typical of chapter length for the
majority of the story. XD
dubious about my smut!craft. Any
suggestions to improve (or if you think I don't need to improve) would be
appreciated!
Smutty smut ahoy!