"Oh, I know. Although in the case of my dad, I'm not even sure if he'd hate that more or that I can actually get a hot young girl." Wait, that wasn't going well either. Edward shrugged and chuckled, then shook his head a little. He did shift his weight, but it wasn't as if he wasn't essentially sitting on the floor by now anyway, plenty comfortable.
"I don't know anything for sure either, when it comes to this. But what I do know is that how I feel for you doesn't compare to whatever I have with her. So. I imagine that whatever I have with you? It's always going to trump any other connection. She knows you come first. Everyone else would too. They'd have to be blind."
"I guess it makes living together easier too. I don't have to worry if you'll bring a girl over all the damn time." Especially if they were dating and all. He frowned as he thought it over and then finally, he settled on what he thought. As much as he could, anyway. "Like with all experiments, you can work it out in theory. I suppose we have to see what happens. Experiment."
Jonathan wasn't sure how but he knew that if they was going to work, they had to find their footing and work it out from there. To find their way while doing.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you. So. If you tell me that you want to-- To be my only--" Edward broke off, ran a hand through his hair, sighed and ended up chuckling, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, there is no way to talk about this without sounding sappy. I haven't experienced it yet, jealousy. I don't really care what Echo does with whoever, for example. But if you'd care, I won't want to be the one to hurt you. I don't really want to be the one to hurt you, period."
He paused, then grinned. "Unless you are into that."
"You're sweet. That's dangerous, Ed. Better watch that. I'll tell you if you piss me off, I always do. Promise." He smiled a little as he reached out and tilted Edward's chin up, sealing their deal with a kiss. "Promise to do the same." That was all he wanted. For them to not fuck up and hate each other - he had one person in his life and one person alone, he didn't want to lose him.
"You know, we really need cash to get an apartment some day soon. Would be easier to experiment. Besides, I'm a little bored of home life, you know?" It was too toxiny and chaotic - and besides, he couldn't get laid there.
"I know. I've been thinking about it." He licked his lips, as if wanting to savour the feel of Jonathan on there. "You know, when I've not been thinking about you. Luckily I have a lot of brain capacity. I can be horny and still plot. Sometimes plotting makes me horny."
Wicked circle, that. "I have thought of a few ways to make money. Varying degrees of legality, mostly in direct disproportion to how profitable they'd be."
"You think? Cause I can't think of any way to make a decent wage these days, can't even get a dishwashing job without it being linked to the mafia." Jonathan preferred to be neutral, some Narrows kids took a side but Jonathan had no intention to. Which made finding work hard. He did want to make drugs but as a random kid, he'd be shut down too fast and too painfully to make it worth it. Really, he had no options.
Interestingly, Edward did. "Think you could afford rent?"
"The net, Jonny, computers. I've told you, that's where it's at. If I had a decent computer to work with, I could make a good living without issue. As it is-- Maybe enough." Legality was an issue, but not an issue he was too concerned with, if he was honest. "If you don't mind starting out in a crap hole, I can afford it."
He paused for a moment, then laughed. "Does that make me your sugar daddy? Ohh, you're my armcandy."
"I don't mind a crap hole, you've seen where I live." Well, he saw the door but that was enough, really. Said it all, right down to the black mold growing on the outside walls. It was even worse inside. He leaned back in his seat, pondered Edward's question before settling on a correct answer. I prefer partner or boyfriend but if you have to be crude, I suppose the first. Though I would never call you daddy."
The very idea was horrifying for many reasons. "Not my kink, just fyi."
"Oh, yes, I figured. Not mine either. I believe I could swing 'master'. Or 'sir'. Quite like that." Just in theory, he hadn't really tested that out, but it was stimulating to think about. "My boyfriend." That sounded sweet, he kind of liked it. Even if Jonathan had basically reprimanded him for being sweet before. Whatever, he would be as sweet as he wanted to be. And as spicy. "What is your kink, Jonny? Or kinks."
"I dunno, I never thought about it. I'm not bullshitting you, just didn't." Jonathan couldn't think of anything that immediately came to mind though he did take a moment to think it over, licking his lips slowly. "I like to watch horror movies, about the only darn thing I watch and there's usually a scene were someone is gonna die and they're so fucking scared, they start whimpering, sobbing, screaming - I guess that turns me on. Same in books, actually." He knew that was fucked up but that was the only time his dick ever stirred. "It ain't the stabby murder parts, mind. It's just the noise. I love the sound of fear."
Looking at Edward, he raised an eyebrow. "I assume you have a lot so shoot. What do you want to do? Maybe I can get into anything."
"Oh, I'm still experimenting. I suppose I like playing. You know that. I like manipulating. Turning someone on, giving them what they want, that's just an aspect of that, isn't it?" Eddie didn't think there was too much of a difference between that and just using his charm to get an extra roll in the cafeteria.
Although, admittedly, this could be a lot more fun. Whether that meant barking a little for Echo or-- He closed his eyes for a moment, then reached up to run all ten fingers through his hair, centring himself. He did like acting. "Say something scary?" Well, he wanted a cue.
"Seriously?" God, still such a drama king. He did think it was funny, he always did but he had to wonder what Edward was trying out here. He didn't know what to say that was scary because, frankly, this was not a good mood for it. He was just trying to think of something that would freak him out. "What is scary to an ass like you? I guess forgetting stuff, no validation, losing your mind." Jonathan mused aloud, enjoying just analysing Edward to begin with. Then he remembered something he learned recently and wanted to share with Edward anyway.
"Did you know that there is a new species of cockroach in Gotham that is smaller but tries to nest inside your head? They found a dead guy and in the autopsy, they found his skull was full of cockroaches." More gross than scary but still, pretty scary. "Remember that when you try to sleep tonight. Your brain full of bugs."
"..." Edward looked up just to glare and make sure his silence would be felt properly, then he slapped the inside of Jonathan's thigh. "That's the least sexy thing anyone has ever said, you disgusting asshat."
He shuddered, then shook himself, especially his head, trying to get rid of the thought. "I see that I'll have to do all the heavy lifting here. Your one subject of expertise and you can't even do that right!"
Sure, he supposed being lectured was also not the sexiest ever, but at least he knew how to change the tune. He grabbed the two front legs of Jonathan's chair and pushed him close suddenly, kneeling upright now as he looked at him. He flashed a grin for now, raising his eyebrows, but then he reached for Jonathan's hands, guiding them. Pulling one of his hands to his throat and using the other to cover his mouth, he closed his eyes again, trying to get into the scene. Luckily, he had a vivid imagination. Lucky right now, not before when his boyfriend had gone on about skull cockroaches.
So it was technically his own hand pressing Jonathan's palm over his mouth, he still managed to make the whimper sound fairly desperate and his eyes were wide and filled with fear when he opened them again. Maybe now Jonathan would get it.
"My field of expertise isn't usually used for kink. You asked to be scared, I scared you." He did like the genuine look of horror and he was very amused by how pissed off it made Edward. He couldn't help but smile, it was very entertaining, even if it was not what Edward had intended.
Sometimes horror wasn't romantic, worth knowing for future references. Jonathan filled it away nicely.
Watching Edward set up the scene, he had to admit he was as entertained as he was turned on. Edward did love to play, didn't he. Loved to control, to get the scene, to put everyone in their neat little places. He pressed tight on Edward's neck and varied pressure, watching Edward struggle. Fake but a fun fake, just as convincing as any horror movie. "You're hot when you're scared. I do like that."
He did, however, pull his hands away so he could cup Edward's face in his hands, tilting his head back so they could make eye contact. "Don't turn me on in a library though, Edward. Bad idea."
"What? You don't want to get your dick sucked in front of books?" Edward was amused more than anything, smiling and clearly very ready to break character. He had just been playing with that, after all, but he felt he'd made his point. And now he moved his hand to just as playfully palm Jonathan's dick through his pants, because he wasn't going to be fast enough to stop him. "Part of you seems to li--"
"What? Oh. Yeah. It's pretty big, right?" Jonathan had done some reading into it, he had realised when peeing at a urinal at school and noticing some guy was just staring at it. Either it was deformed, the guy was gay or there was something else. Jonathan had deduced size after some research. He undid his top button and pulled down the zipper so Edward could get a better idea of what he was packing.
"I think it's above average." Well, he had no one else to compare it to so it was just a theory.
"I should say so!" What the hell?! "All this time you talk to me about fear and you never once mentioned you are packing like this. That'd be so much more interesting to discuss." Honestly. Better than some of these specific phobias nobody but Jonathan cared about, anyway.
Edward stared at it in awe, then he cheekily reached out again, trying to feel it properly. "You ever thought about how someone would choke on it when you mouthfuck them?"
He was just wondering. And, yes, he was crude. It was fun, being crude around Jonathan. While holding his dick.
Well, Edward brought it up, now he couldn't stop thinking on it. He let Edward touch and hold his dick, trying not to show how much it was getting to him. It was so weird to have someone touch something that only he had ever touched but he supposed that was what love was. Sharing everything. Christ, it was going to be an experience. "Oh Edward, send me to hell. Make me a sinner." In other words: suck my dick.
"In the library? Gasp." Edward chuckled and it sounded a little darker than usual, because things had shifted. Even when discussing kinks before, it had been all play, he hadn't really thought that they were about to do anything right here and now.
Now he was literally holding his dick. Huh. "I've never done this before. Fair warning." He had had it done to him by now and, well, it wasn't as if he expected it to be all that complicated, but still. He finally freed him from his fly completely, then ran his hand along it a couple times, looking up at Jonathan, to make sure he was still all right with this happening. Sin or not.
"I would veto the library but I fear that if we do, we have literally nowhere else. Unless you fancy fooling around in the alleyways." Jonathan smirked but it was more shaky and unsure now, he looked down at Edward and tried to wrap his head around this happening to him. Edward wanted to be with him. Wanted to touch him. Wanted to fuck him. How the hell?
"I've never experienced it before, I got no frame of reference. Just relax and don't do anything you don't wanna. I don't you hurt yourself." It was pretty big ... just saying, best to be careful.
"Oh, you cocky bastard." Not that Edward really thought that Jonathan was purposefully bragging with the size of his dick here, but, hey, the idea of that was strangely erotic, so he just embraced it. He laughed, shrugging a little. "You always said I had a big mouth."
Well, he couldn't deny that. Not in any sense of the phrase. "And you always said you wanted a way to shut me up." That said, he simply went for it, even if he wasn't quite sure how to do it. He supposed there weren't that many ways to go wrong with taking him in - as far as he dared - pressing his tongue against him and sucking.
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"I don't know anything for sure either, when it comes to this. But what I do know is that how I feel for you doesn't compare to whatever I have with her. So. I imagine that whatever I have with you? It's always going to trump any other connection. She knows you come first. Everyone else would too. They'd have to be blind."
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Jonathan wasn't sure how but he knew that if they was going to work, they had to find their footing and work it out from there. To find their way while doing.
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He paused, then grinned. "Unless you are into that."
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"You know, we really need cash to get an apartment some day soon. Would be easier to experiment. Besides, I'm a little bored of home life, you know?" It was too toxiny and chaotic - and besides, he couldn't get laid there.
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Wicked circle, that. "I have thought of a few ways to make money. Varying degrees of legality, mostly in direct disproportion to how profitable they'd be."
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Interestingly, Edward did. "Think you could afford rent?"
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He paused for a moment, then laughed. "Does that make me your sugar daddy? Ohh, you're my armcandy."
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The very idea was horrifying for many reasons. "Not my kink, just fyi."
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Case in point.
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Looking at Edward, he raised an eyebrow. "I assume you have a lot so shoot. What do you want to do? Maybe I can get into anything."
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Although, admittedly, this could be a lot more fun. Whether that meant barking a little for Echo or-- He closed his eyes for a moment, then reached up to run all ten fingers through his hair, centring himself. He did like acting. "Say something scary?" Well, he wanted a cue.
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"Did you know that there is a new species of cockroach in Gotham that is smaller but tries to nest inside your head? They found a dead guy and in the autopsy, they found his skull was full of cockroaches." More gross than scary but still, pretty scary. "Remember that when you try to sleep tonight. Your brain full of bugs."
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He shuddered, then shook himself, especially his head, trying to get rid of the thought. "I see that I'll have to do all the heavy lifting here. Your one subject of expertise and you can't even do that right!"
Sure, he supposed being lectured was also not the sexiest ever, but at least he knew how to change the tune. He grabbed the two front legs of Jonathan's chair and pushed him close suddenly, kneeling upright now as he looked at him. He flashed a grin for now, raising his eyebrows, but then he reached for Jonathan's hands, guiding them. Pulling one of his hands to his throat and using the other to cover his mouth, he closed his eyes again, trying to get into the scene. Luckily, he had a vivid imagination. Lucky right now, not before when his boyfriend had gone on about skull cockroaches.
So it was technically his own hand pressing Jonathan's palm over his mouth, he still managed to make the whimper sound fairly desperate and his eyes were wide and filled with fear when he opened them again. Maybe now Jonathan would get it.
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Sometimes horror wasn't romantic, worth knowing for future references. Jonathan filled it away nicely.
Watching Edward set up the scene, he had to admit he was as entertained as he was turned on. Edward did love to play, didn't he. Loved to control, to get the scene, to put everyone in their neat little places. He pressed tight on Edward's neck and varied pressure, watching Edward struggle. Fake but a fun fake, just as convincing as any horror movie. "You're hot when you're scared. I do like that."
He did, however, pull his hands away so he could cup Edward's face in his hands, tilting his head back so they could make eye contact. "Don't turn me on in a library though, Edward. Bad idea."
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Huh. "...how huge is your dick, what the hell?!"
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"I think it's above average." Well, he had no one else to compare it to so it was just a theory.
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Edward stared at it in awe, then he cheekily reached out again, trying to feel it properly. "You ever thought about how someone would choke on it when you mouthfuck them?"
He was just wondering. And, yes, he was crude. It was fun, being crude around Jonathan. While holding his dick.
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Well, Edward brought it up, now he couldn't stop thinking on it. He let Edward touch and hold his dick, trying not to show how much it was getting to him. It was so weird to have someone touch something that only he had ever touched but he supposed that was what love was. Sharing everything. Christ, it was going to be an experience. "Oh Edward, send me to hell. Make me a sinner." In other words: suck my dick.
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Now he was literally holding his dick. Huh. "I've never done this before. Fair warning." He had had it done to him by now and, well, it wasn't as if he expected it to be all that complicated, but still. He finally freed him from his fly completely, then ran his hand along it a couple times, looking up at Jonathan, to make sure he was still all right with this happening. Sin or not.
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"I've never experienced it before, I got no frame of reference. Just relax and don't do anything you don't wanna. I don't you hurt yourself." It was pretty big ... just saying, best to be careful.
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Well, he couldn't deny that. Not in any sense of the phrase. "And you always said you wanted a way to shut me up." That said, he simply went for it, even if he wasn't quite sure how to do it. He supposed there weren't that many ways to go wrong with taking him in - as far as he dared - pressing his tongue against him and sucking.