A Little Light of Love
Chapter 25
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(1) I
don’t remember where I heard this, but the American military, in this time,
would give out clothes to men who were leaving the military.
solider wanted a hat that was a size too big, because he wanted to give it to
his father-in-law and was arguing with the supply master, who insisted that he
take a smaller size. I think I was this
bit on the History Channel if that helps.
Sorry I can’t offer direct references to this.
provide a link if you find one!
The bell chimed
merrily as the door opened wide to admit a stooped, weathered man, hat in hand
and blue checked handkerchief wiping over his face.
day except for the few other men who were too old for farming but not old
enough for dying.
With a bang,
the door swung shut, the blinds swaying across the glass and all eyes turned to
the newcomer.
“Frank,”
called one man, lifting a deep brown hand in greeting.
“Chuck.
turn. Stuffing the soiled handkerchief
in his back pocket, Frank made his way toward the bar, sitting between the two
men. His hat landed on the countertop
with a small cloud of dust. Wearily,
Frank leaned his elbows into the counter with a sigh.
“Hot day,”
commented Chuck, taking a sip from his lemonade.
“Very
hot,” agreed Frank, catching the eye of Millie, the waitress.
sight.
“I hear
the fields were turned up at the MacDonald place.
before lifting his tomato sandwich up to his mouth for a bite.
Frank grumbled
an affirmative, watching as Millie came out with a fresh glass of lemonade,
placing it in front of him.
“I swear
those boys are like brothers. The way
they carry on sometimes, it’s nice to see.
I hear they went through hard times,” said Millie, leaning into the
counter with her hip.
“Very
close and always together; but very helpful.
I don’t know what would have happened to Miss Thompson if they hadn’t
gone over to her house for yard work that day,” agreed
Bill, who always would have a soft spot for Miss Thompson but would never be
brave enough to do anything about it.
“Does
anyone know why they do all that
helping? Doesn’t it seem like young men
ought to be…doing something else?” mused Millie.
kitchen, dear?”
“I’ll just
have a sandwich, please.” With a nod,
Millie went back into the kitchen leaving the men to wonder over her question
silently.
“Crop
prices are going down again. It’ll be
another hard year. Two families have already
sold their land and went to the big city.
Mark my words, there’ll be more in the years to come,” predicted Chuck,
wagging his finger at them.
The other
two men stared contemplatively at their hands.
The town was shrinking to only woman, children, and old men.
“Do you
know, I think it’s good that those boys help out like they do,” mused
Bill. “Without them, the smaller farms
would be long gone. They even cattle
wrangle.”
Millie
came back out with a cucumber sandwich and placed it in front of Frank.
sandwiches this side of the great lakes,” proclaimed Frank, grinning up at
Millie.
“Aw,
thanks hon!”
Conversation
dwindled to a few mumbled words as Frank began to tuck into his sandwich.
four of them—Millie, Chuck, Bill, and Frank—would spend the slow hours of the
afternoon together. It was often the
time that they would discuss the goings on in the town folk and the world
beyond. As Chuck was the only one of
them to have a radio that would pick up broadcasts from the east coast, he
would happily share the knowledge with them.
It
wouldn’t be until around four that anyone else would venture into town for
supper or other shopping at the general store, so it was surprising to them
that the door rang merrily, signaling a new customer.
“Ah, hey
guys!” called the young man, the door falling closed behind him.
seemed to bring the light into the shaded restaurant.
Chuck
recovered the quickest. “Edward?
“Naw, I’m
just running errands for Mrs. Scotts and the kids.
Johnson’s cattle, so we’ll be away for about a month.”
“Edward,
maybe you could take a break and answer a nagging question we all have,”
suggested Millie, placing a new glass of lemonade to entice the young man.
“Oh, that
sounds great! It’s some hot out there
today!” said Edward, striding across the diner with the vigor of youth in his
step. He sat down on the other side of
Bill and lifted the glass to his lips for a long draught.
counter, empty. “So, what were you guys
wondering about?”
“We were
trying to figure out why you two do so much for the town?” asked Millie boldly.
“Oh…”
The four
of them exchanged worried looks as Edward’s mood dropped quickly.
what that question had dragged up, which in turn only fueled their
curiosity. Their attention focused back
on Edward. The young man seemed to
notice that he was under scrutiny and looked down the counter at them with wide
eyes before quickly looking away.
Edward
laughed slightly, giving a shake of his head.
“Well, I guess you could say that I’m just trying to make the world
better in my own little way.”
They
shared a look between them.
“And
You often refer to him as your brother…”
Millie leaned forward, eagerly waiting on answers to her long speculated
theories.
Edward
looked over at them. “He is very
close. Like a…brother.”
“Zach once
heard you say that you have another brother?
Married with kids somewhere,” suggested Chuck.
Shifting
on the stool, Edward looked down at his glass.
“Yes, he’s living in
with his wife, Noa. I have a
nephew.” A prideful smile graced
Edward’s once somber face, lighting the diner once more with his eagerness.
“Oh, wonderful! Do you have any pictures?”
asked Millie, moving closer.
“Yeah, I
do,” said Edward enthusiastically, pulling out his wallet from his back
pocket. A worn, sepia colored picture
was produced and handed round. A tall
man dressed in a dark suit, his arm around a slender woman’s waist, with the
baby between them; they looked very happy with what life seemed to have graced
them with.
“That’s
Alphonse, his wife Noa, and there’s Nathan.
He’s almost three now. The last
letter I got, it says that he’s got a whole bunch of words now and he can write
too! He’s smart just like his uncle,”
boasted Edward, taking the picture back.
“They look
like a fine family,” remarked Frank when everyone remained quiet.
“Thanks,”
said Edward, carefully putting the picture back into his wallet before putting
it in his back pocket.
A series
of rapid knocks on the front window and they were all straining to see.
hair waved, then motioned outside.
“Oh shit—I
mean—sorry, Millie!” said Edward, rising from his stool.
word.
There was
a moment of silence before they turned to each other.
“Well…that
was unexpected,” said Millie. “I mean,
did Edward’s brother’s wife look…foreign…to you?”
“They do
come from
logically.
“I don’t
know, it just seems…wrong somehow, you know?” pressed Millie.
“Not at
all,” said Frank. “I married an Irish
woman, they’re as foreign as you can get.”
“Oh,
please,” huffed Millie over the round of laughter Frank’s comment earned.
“There’re
good kids, Edward and Roy,” said Chuck.
“It’s just
a shame that it didn’t workout between Roy and Anna.
Millie, still feeling annoyed at Frank.
“Nothing
you can do,” said Bill.
“Millie!”
Edward. He rushed across the diner and
slapped a nickel on the counter. “Thanks
for the drink! See ya!”
“Good
kid,” said Frank with a smile.
The crisp
mountain evening air stirred with a light wind as eight men huddled around a
roaring fire, their supper long consumed.
They now tried to enjoy the quiet of their individual thoughts, letting
tired bodies relax as much as they were able.
Ed and Roy, along with two men from the reservation sat on one side of
the fire while the other four sat on the other side; glaring.
moment they had set out on horseback a week ago.
Ed had
been called a ‘red-skin lover’ in the snidest, most condescending way since he
spent the majority of his time with
and the two men from the reservation.
Roy had been dubbed ‘chief’ in an equally malicious manner for
constantly restraining Ed from beating the other four and, seeing how angry Ed
would get, they made sure to use the new nickname whenever possible.
It was
become painfully obvious to Ed that this time out would be the worst ever.
Roy couldn’t make it. That meant there
were a few out-of-towners plus some robust Indians from the reservation.
stranger’s input again. Not only on the
inclusion of the two Indians, but their comments about
Unlike other people Ed and Roy have had contact with, these four
immediately perceived Roy’s ‘half-breed’ status; noting the way the two Indians
deferred to Roy in a lordly manner.
“Hey,
pot?” jeered a burly man that went by the name Roger Limpet.
dinner.
The two
men to
left stared calmly at the others; murmuring indistinct words and nodding.
removed…or so the theory went.
Instantly,
Ed’s head snapped from the fire’s hypnotizing dance to glare at the man
dangerously. Lounged as he was across
the ground with a log for a back rest, reclining and slightly leaning into
guard down, thinking that tonight, finally, he would
get some peace. He was obviously wrong.
into the ground, Roger!” he growled, narrowing his eyes at the speaker.
“Hey, I’m
just respecting the red man’s way—” Roger said with a smirk for his fellow
buddies. The three other men chuckled
along with Roger for he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Drawing
his legs up under him, Ed perched on his knees, the firelight glinting in his
golden eyes threateningly. “What the
fucking hell is your problem, Roger!”
demanded Ed, pointing a pale, leather-covered finger at him.
“Ed,”
murmured
soothingly. Ed clamped his mouth shut
and shoved down the urge to do some much needed rearranging to Roger’s
face. His body shook with the desire to
unleash fury greater then these men had ever known.
hand fall back to his side, clenched.
“Yes,
short leash. I wouldn’t want to get
rabies if he should bite me,” jeered Roger with a calculating gleam in his
eyes. The three other men shifted on
their seats nervously, sensing the charged atmosphere.
Roger’s.
Ed gritted
his teeth hard, trying to swallow the hatred that was bubbling up in him.
people like Roger came into their lives.
For two years he’d shown restraint and discretion, learning when to keep
his mouth shut so that they would be left alone.
date, along with
to make sure no one in town got wind of their ‘arrangement’.
But there
was only so much that he could take, and the pressures he had been under had
been growing more and more each time they interacted with people.
out against and he had to hold it all inside.
Even when they were alone, Ed could rarely keep his temper, often
lashing out at Roy who was ever patient with him.
When Ed
wasn’t angry with the world, he would often feel remorse over how he was
treating
that despite the abuse,
stuck with him. There were good times—too
few good times—but they were there. He
only wished that they came more often.
When he was out in the backlands like they were now, it was usually
good. But with this crew of men, it was just compounding his stress well into the
stratosphere.
“Just drop
it for once, man,”
said to the men seat across from him, poking the fire with a branch.
“I don’t
take orders from red-skins or red-skin lovers like blondie there.
reservation. We don’t want your kind
around here,” snarled Roger.
Like the
log in the fire that just cracked in half, Ed snapped.
older man and tackling him to the ground.
All the other men quickly stood, some moving out of the way of the tussle,
while
the only one to step towards them.
“Ed!
high enough to cause trouble.
Ed lifted his left hand high and proceeded to punch Roger in the face.
Ed was
rejoicing in the release of his anger.
He had always had a volatile side, but just letting go…
controlled emotions have free reign and seeing Roger cowering under him was
sublime. He was mid-swing when a body
slammed into his rib cage, knocking him aside, and compressing his lungs.
out from under the larger body over his.
“Ed!
Edward!” Hands pulled at Ed’s,
pinning them above his head in a position that usually held a lot of excitement
in the bedroom…until the fog of rage finally lifted and he was panting up into
Roy’s face.
a hard look. Ed turned away, letting a
guilty breath out through his nose.
pressing him into the ground as he stood.
hardly ever showed his irritation. Ed
looked up at him out of the corner of his eyes, feeling a wave of affection hit
him as he looked at
profile. He was so lucky that
failings.
“Get up, Roger,” growled
as he stepped over Ed’s prone body.
With a
shaky sigh, Ed closed his eyes. His
anger wasn’t used up. He wasn’t
okay. He still needed to release these
pent up frustrations, but there was no one who he could go all out on
here. Al was on the east coast with his
family; successful in his small bookshop.
He couldn’t spar with
like he did with Al. It was only when he
did physical work, that finally a small amount of the pressure got
released. Not like either he or Al needed
to do the work they did. The Americans
came through and after debriefing them both, had paid out one hundred thousand each.
“Here,”
said
gruffly. Ed could hear the crunch of dry
twigs. “Do you have anything further you
want to add?” Slowly, Ed sat up on his
hunches. He shot a glance at
at the other three men threateningly with Roger standing in front of him.
have something to add, his hand slowly inching towards his hunting knife.
the night.
Ed smiled,
letting his head roll back onto his shoulders, feeling the flush of
desire. He loved it when
fire. It never failed to turn him on and
make him frantic with the need to have
inside him. Looking up at the Milky Way,
a snort of laughter worked its way out, and then another, and another until he
was laughing loudly.
“He’s
fuckin’ crazy!” shouted Roger, moving towards the safety of the other men from
his group. That only made Ed laugh
louder, rolling over onto his stomach and pounding the ground.
With a few
quick words in Lakota to the Indians,
pulled on his arm getting him to his feet.
“Let’s go for a walk Ed,” murmured
in his ear.
But he
could barely walk for laughing so hard, and if
have fallen many times over. The light
of the fire quickly faded, leaving them in the darkness under the leaves with
the occasional glimpse of moonlight.
“Ed!”
whirled him around, shoving him against a tree and his laughter choked.
“R-Roy haha why’d you stop me?”
“Ed, snap
out of it!”
“Snap?
his mind eye, showing off. He thought
it was incredibly funny.
again, slamming him into the tree again.
The sound
of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the dark grotto, finally ending Ed’s
hysteria. He stared blindly at the dark
branches, his cheek burning with the force of
hadn’t ever hit him.
could have.
“Come on,”
grunted
pulling on his boneless arm and going deeper into the forest.
his grip tight above his elbow. As he
walked, Ed stared at
silhouette and felt desire anew. But as
he followed, a sudden welling of emotions caught him unawares, making him blink
rapidly and sniffle.
“Ed?”
paused, looking back at him—or at least Ed supposed he was.
Closing
the distance between them, Ed buried his face in
to his. “I’m sorry,” choked Ed, trying
to hold back the tempest that was threatening to overtake him.
hiccupped. Warm arms enveloped him,
making him feel safe and loved as the raw emotions leaked out of him the only
way he had left.
“Can you
hold out until we get the herd in?” asked
softly against his temple when his breathing evened out and he started to calm
down. “We can go somewhere.
talk to me.”
“I’m sorry,”
murmured Ed, rubbing his face into
shirt. “I hate that man,” Ed spat. “I
stupid people! I just want to l-love you
without judgment.” Emotions caught in
his throat making him swallow hard to contain them.
“I know,
I’m sorry,” murmured
pulling him even closer.
“What are
you sorry for, dummy,” mumbled Ed, sniffling but feeling immensely better just
being where he was; in
arms.
“For putting
you through this; for making you stay. I
had thought that the support of the Indian community would be enough for us to
be happy, but I was wrong.”
Ed’s chest
heaved over a gasping breath. He didn’t
have anything to say to that. It had
been hard from the moment he moved in with
The charades they had to play, the stories that needed to be kept
straight. It was exhausting on a level
that Ed had never known. And…he’d had
enough.
“I can
wait. I’ll be good,” said Ed,
defeated.
bangs off his face.
“I love
you,” murmured
placing a kiss on the same temple he had just freed from his hair.
“Love
you,” mumbled Ed, sighing. He allowed
himself to relax and just enjoy the feel of
his life would be empty. Even if it was
hard, he wouldn’t change
place in his life. He loved him so much,
and yes, the man had picked up Mustang’s tendency for teasing him along with
some other Mustang traits. But, mostly,
at all.
of his neck, causing goose bumps to travel down his spine, where he began to
massage the base of his skull with familiar probing.
apologizing again without words. The
hand at the back of his head travelled upwards until it caught on the tie
holding his hair back, pulling it free.
Gentle
fingers combed through his hair, making Ed want to purr in contentment.
other arm was warm across his back; soothing his turbulent emotions.
against his scalp made his mind turn to
suggestion. If they were going to go
somewhere, where could they go? They
couldn’t leave the country, Al was still here.
Unless Al came with him; but he was settled with Noa and little Nathan
in
wouldn’t mind leaving too much. Beyond
his attachment with certain people on the reservation, his mother, living in
in his life.
temple, making Ed sigh. Ed would be
really happy to get even farther away from
She was horrible. A bitter, angry
woman that made it her goal in whatever remaining years she had left to make
her son as miserable at humanly possible.
The one time he had actually met that vile woman, he was shocked to see
how well
had turned out. After
father had died from over consumption, she had whisked
ties to the other side of the family.
She even went so far as to change
last name to
her maiden name thus erasing his Indian name of Mustang.
Ed had
been horrified to learn that she had also beaten her son in an effort to ‘get
rid of his bad blood’. He couldn’t
imagine a mother—a mother—doing that
to her son. It was only after finally
convincing
to let him meet her that he finally understood.
Not only had she not welcomed
she had screeched in Ed’s face and attacked him.
that he hadn’t said anything for almost a day afterwards.
later confided in him that she once told him that she had a ‘freak of a
son. A horrible creature that played
with fire and was the spawn of the devil’, so he was okay with her hating
him. It made Ed sad, for he loved his
mother so much. He wished
as well.
“Okay
now?” murmured
Ed sighed
again upon hearing his voice rumbling through the chest against his ear.
giving
body a squeeze.
“Walk with
me,” whispered
taking his hand gently now and pulling him deeper into the woods.
hand within his leather clad one; following behind
rocks that might trip him up. They went
deeper and deeper into the forest, but Ed didn’t worry that they might get lost.
then they would never have to see those men ever again.
“Do you
remember this place?”
suddenly asked him and coming to a stop.
Looking up
from his feet, Ed saw that they were on the edge of large downward sloping
field, bathed in moonlight and fireflies.
They had yet to leave the forest, so it felt almost like Ed was standing
in darkness and beyond was light—freedom.
But he didn’t recognize this place at all.
“No,”
whispered Ed. His eyes roamed across the
expanse hungrily. This place called to
him somehow. It felt like a dream with the
fireflies winking in and out, and the moonlight making everything white.
summer wind, bringing with it the smell of pollen and the last hint of sun-warmed
grass.
“Well, we
came here a year and a half ago the first time we went cattle ranching.
wolf? That was here.
again, but it looks like I got lucky.”
“It’s
awesome,” said Ed in a breathy gasp. He
released
and stepped forward until the trees dwindled to small ankle tall saplings; just
absorbing the sight. A warm hand gripped
his left shoulder, and distantly, he could just sense the pressure of another
hand on his right. Then
leaning into his body with a contended sigh.
He felt stinging in his eyes at the understanding
lucky to have
in his life.
“How come
you are always so good to me?” Ed wondered, leaning his head back on
held him under the sands of
back when things were so new. “How is it
that you put up with my shit?”
“It’s a
tough job, don’t get me wrong,” said
softly into his ear. “But the rewards are…fantastic.”
jabbed his elbow into
side. “Oaf!
won’t get any use out of me,” grumbled
but that didn’t stop him from pulling his hair out of the way so that his neck
was now open; laid bare for ravishing. Ed
snorted sarcastically and made no motion to stop
towards his ear.
“Am I
going to get some use out of you?” wondered Ed coyly, arching his body as one
of
slid down his chest. He gasped loudly as
closed over his earlobe.
“Shame to
waste this place just looking at it,” murmured
hair line.
“Is that
so…” mumbled Ed, tilting his head to the side to allow
thought about what
had said. With a soft snort, he started
feeling a little bit devious and playful.
Before
up, Ed broke free from
arms and sprinted out into the field.
“He-hey!”
shouted
stunned face and then took off at full speed.
“Hey! Get back here,” called
chase.
This was
one of those rare but good moments.
There was no one around them; they could just let all the pretenses go
and be themselves. This had to be one of
the best gifts that
had given to him over their two years of living together.
shouts followed him as he ran through the knee high flowers and fireflies.
him, grinning. Ed answered with his own
grin and then suddenly crumbled to the ground as his foot turned on a rock.
There was
a moment of stunned incomprehension at his new and sudden view of the night sky
before his ankle began to hurt like a sonvabitch.
his horse became skittish just as he had been dismounting.
had been very concerned.
“Ed?
“Over
here…” said Ed, waving a hand so that
could find him.
crunched through the plants until he loomed over him.
“Are you
okay?” asked
kneeling down next to him. “You twisted
your ankle again! I told you to be
careful of that. You’re not all healed
up.”
“It’s just
shocked. I didn’t over do it; stop
trying to be my nanny,” growled Ed, snapping a open
handed slap against
chest. He put on a brave face and showed
that his ankle was fine by rotating it for
didn’t buy it, so Ed figured it was better to change tactics.
“Kiss it
better,” he demanded, holding up his ankle towards
softly,
took hold of his denim covered leg and pushed the pant up.
leg, as his skin was exposed to the night air.
calloused hand caressed the ankle just above his sock, making another wave of
goose bumps follow the first.
Ed
shivered ever so slightly.
Gently
pulling down Ed’s sock,
leaned forward, placing a light kiss against the tender flesh just on top of
his ankle bone. The warm swipe of a
tongue across the top of his ankle had Ed struggling to contain a wonton
moan. God, how did
touched him yet, but he was so close
to throwing Roy down and behaving like a mad man.
“Stop
that,” he murmured, feeling a wave of tingling want.
“You’re
right,” said
and then dropped his leg to the ground.
Ed huffed in annoyance. “But up
here should be better,” Roy then murmured, leaning over him so that he was
forced back, down onto the grass, as lips moved lightly against his.
Ed gripped
at the back of
jacket, pulling him closer so that he could deepen the kiss.
of touch. He thrust his tongue deep into
feeling every inch and savoring the taste of coffee and supper.
turn to moan, and loudly. It fueled Ed
to shift his weight, rolling them so that
was now lying in the grass. He ground
his growing erection into
continued his assault on
mouth. The fingers of his left hand
reached up and found their way into
shoulder length hair, gripping it until the neck was arched so he could bend down
to nip, kiss, and lick at the exposed flesh greedily.
encouragements. It made Ed smile against
the warmth of his skin. Fireflies winked
in and out around their heads adding a fairytale quality to the night.
of
nipping at the tender skin just above his heart.
When was
the last time they had been able to do this?
Often they had to restrain themselves from touching each other like they
wanted. They had to sleep in separate
bedrooms more nights then they spent together.
There were too many comings and goings at
time alone. Stolen moments were even
riskier. Anyone might come along and see
something they shouldn’t. So, when a
chance like this came along, they
took hold of it with both hands.
with Ed’s belt buckle while Ed worked on those twice damned small buttons that
all shirts seemed to be cursed with and growling when they didn’t immediately
come undone. With a frustrated snarl, he
bit the leather finger of his left hand and yanked the glove off, throwing it
down beside him and then repeated it on the other side.
the buttons very well. He wanted to rip
the shirt open but then
wouldn’t have anything to wear so, he had to frown and growl as he worked
diligently. Sometimes he
annoyance. He had finished with his
belt, had his fly open, and began to work on Ed’s own button down shirt.
button,
his hands underneath his undershirt and moved it up into Ed’s armpits.
his nipple with his mouth, sucking it until it was a tight, hard nub.
“Ah,” gasped
Ed, throwing his head back to stare unseeingly at the star filled sky.
almost mindless by sucking on his nipple, but the fucker did it anyway.
just this one small action any and every time they were alone.
and became lost in the feel of
hands, his mouth.
“Give me
your jacket,” said
his voice muffled by his hold on Ed’s nipple.
Ed didn’t hear him though. He knew
that
but he wasn’t able to comprehend what was coming out of that lovely mouth.
his sleeve and turning away from his chest.
Ed whined
at the lose of Roy’s mouth and leaned down to kiss along Roy’s neck, hoping to
distract him from what he was doing because he need that mouth
Finally, Ed found what he was looking for and a sloppy battle of who had
the better tongue ensued. The cool night
air on his chest seemed to make him hyper-sensitive to the feel of
against his. It was then he realized
that he didn’t have skin-to-skin contact like he ought to.
“Hm—Ed
wait,” said
muffled against his lips, but Ed didn’t want to hear it, or anything.
Ed
grumbled a negative.
and the other gripping his hip and turned them both to place Ed gently on the
ground. Ed was covered in kisses while
his coat was carefully removed. Then
down at his prone form while slowly taking off his own jacket and moving it
under Ed’s hips, then more lips and fingers, palms pressing urgently.
Their
clothing was carefully removed and placed within arms reach; they couldn’t
afford to lose even one article of their clothes just incase someone might
notice or suspect what had happened between them.
both recognize how foolish it would be to make an error.
forever thinking ahead had brought enough vegetable oil that they would be able
to have intercourse.
There was
care in the way
eased in the first cool finger. Ed
hissed slightly at the burn, but arched into it as well.
being filled. He only wished that they
didn’t have to hide as much as they did.
The second finger was a little more intense and
and then the third finger and scissoring to stretch him further.
Ed gasped
loudly when the tip of
erection finally touched his entrance.
His heart beat wildly in his chest so that he thought it might just beat
right out and flop around on the ground.
Holding himself so that only his tip rubbed along his anus,
captured Ed’s mouth. Each shift of their
bodies made Ed anxious to feel
inside of him.
“Hey,”
murmured Ed, suddenly remembering what
told him earlier and gasping as
pressed against him. “I thought you said
I was going to get to use you-ahh!”
It was
then that
finally moved forward, sinking the first half inch into Ed’s body.
feeling at the point where their bodies began to merge.
moved his hips forward again. Ed moaned
loudly, unable to respond.
Slowly,
much too slow for Ed’s taste,
buried himself as far as he could and then stopped ‘to savior the feel’ as he
murmured against his chest when Ed demanded more.
peppered his face and neck with small pecking kisses and when he finally made
it to Ed’s mouth he forced Ed back with the intensity of his passion.
finally withdrew from his body, Ed hissed through his teeth and threw his head
to the side, his hair falling over his face.
And then
moved forward and it was as though sparks made Ed’s body jump.
His cries
and demands, his threats and pleas went unanswered as
designed to drive him mad. There was no
rhythm, nothing that he could latch onto to satisfy that hard knot in his
stomach that screamed at him for release.
But thankfully, it wasn’t so long before
move in earnest.
And it
wasn’t long after that for them to spiral up to the pinnacle of what their
bodies could handle. Ed came with a
surprised gasp. It came upon him so fast
that he had hardly had a chance to say anything or warn
When he came,
fell forward, his hands on either side of his head and quaked with the force of
his own climax.
With a
sated groan,
collapsed on top of Ed and buried his face in his neck.
murmured
“Hell,
yeah,” sighed Ed, wrapping his arms about
wide shoulders. He no longer felt any of
his anger from before. Now he was nicely
blank and floating on the fading cloud of pleasure.
regular, steady intervals, lulling Ed and making his eyelids heavy.
“Remember
that dream I told you about,” asked
sleepily, drawing small shapes on Ed’s chest.
“Do you remember when we went to visit my grandfather’s grave?
“Hm,”
grunted Ed, remembering the story
had told him the night after his arrival here.
grandfather had a vision of his coming.
Not only were the elders waiting for
Edward too. As they had walked into the
neglected graveyard to search for
grandfather, they had been surrounded with old men and women.
It seemed
as though
and when Ed threw a questioning glance his way, he saw the other half of his
braid lying on
upturned hands.
“What’re
you gettin’ at?” mumbled Ed, letting one eye open to stare down at the black
head resting on his chest.
“I was
just wondering if any of that helped you.
You know, the fasting and so on.”
“Ah,” said
Ed with a small nod in understanding. With
a long indrawn breath, Ed considered
question. Had any of those ceremonies
help him? Watching the bottom half of
his hair burn up in a fire that
created, or sweating in a small, hot hut, even fasting on his own in the middle
of nowhere for days; did he get some closure?
He had
been able to make peace with Izzy’s death and the
fact that he’d been unable to locate the family.
their little daughter, and for the longest while that had made him annoyed and
anxious, but he now allowed himself to realize that he was only one man.
He had
also been able to make peace with that brief but traumatic episode with the
Seniore. For the longest time he’d have
nightmares, violent nightmares that left him tangled in the sheets and sweating
hard before he could wake. That was the
dark time for him between when Al was still recovering from his gunshot wound
and
well enough to travel and take a diesel boat across the
By that
time Al and Noa’s relationship had grown immeasurably.
leaving
the three of them dressed in their very best, and Al and Noa had gotten
married. It was small and intimate, and
just what the intended wanted. Ed had
been pleased with the simplicity of it all, and had fleeting wishes that Winry
and Pinako could see how well Al looked.
His dreams
had plagued him all the way to
and that damned need of his to wander flared up hard as soon as he got off the
boat in
lessened that urge for a while but, as soon as he became sequestered in a small
room with two big, chain smoking men, the itch came
back.
It was
another month before the government would let them both go,
and they could travel on to
find
jump into his arms so bad—he had even moved forward to do so before he caught
himself. Al and Noa were welcomed, but
for him. It was lucky that most of their
interactions weren’t observed.
Ed hadn’t
even realized how much of a stress ball he’d become until he was allowed to
finally stop worrying over Al’s health, or his wonder lust, or his dreams.
that with everything else on his mind, doing those old, baffling rituals had
helped… “Yeah, I guess.
“How about now? Do you want the elders to help
you again before we leave? You know
they’d be happy to; they accept you as one of us.”
“I know,”
murmured Ed, gazing up at the stars and the Milky Way.
while. We don’t have to stay away
forever. I know you love being here.”
“You know
what, buddy?” asked
propping himself up on his elbow and looking down into Ed’s face.
closer, at
“What’s that?”
murmured Ed, reaching up to push
unruly hair out of his eyes and letting his hand linger on his cheek.
“I think
that where ever we go, it’ll be fun with you there.”
Ed
smiled. “Yeah, I suppose so.
face, along his neck, until it covered the hard knot of scared flesh where the
misdirected bullet had ripped through
shoulder.
and he couldn’t lift heavy objects for too long before his whole arm seized
up. He had gotten honorably discharged
with full benefits, which to the military meant that
the American government now, because it meant that they wouldn’t have to work
harder then they wanted to in order to survive.
“How about
Warm sun, white sand beaches…no one around for miles on end.
“Hm,
You know, I’ve been reading some of the papers written about some
temples they found in the deep jungle, we could check it out—”
threw his head back and laughed. “What?”
demanded Ed.
“Always
the scientist,” said
leaning forward to kiss Ed’s down turned mouth.
With a little bit of coaxing, Ed returned the kiss and rolled them over
so that he was lying across
body.
“My turn,”
he murmured against
mouth, and then cutting him off when he started to protest.
--The
End--
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