"Wild and beautiful," Ed corrected, because he might as well. Especially since his fingers were tingling where they had brushed with Harvey's and, the hell with it, he might as well embrace it. He hadn't had a crush in so long. Leaning into Harvey as he led him, he tried to not be too endeared by his little smile and failed miserably. "Darling, I'll be the worst decision and the best company for you."
He clinked their glasses together and then took a good long sip, because he had to find some way to keep himself from saying something even more suggestive. He really needed to shush himself sometimes. "So, my friend, what do you think? Two henchwomen to complete your aesthetic? One angel, one devil?"
"Sounds pretty hot." He wasn't gonna lie, henchwomen sounded so sexy but he wasn't sure how effective they would be. Besides, he didn't like girls getting hurt. Maybe they'd just be pretty props. "Just gotta hire 'em. I'm bad at that stuff. Hiring. I've just been going after gangsters I can bully into joining me. I don't really know what to do about hiring girls, you know?"
Not many female gangsters in this time and if they were gangsters, they usually stuck with their own kind. Harvey knocked back some whiskey and then smiled up at Edward. "Where'd you find your girls? They're cute."
"A few years ago I went to a BDSM club, we had a session together, got to talking afterwards. Bit of a role reversal then, these days they take orders from me instead." Which had been a little kinky to begin with, in all honesty, but by now the patterns were well established and they were largely platonic. Not Echo and Query with one another, obviously, but them with him. "They are cute though, aren't they? I'll tell them you said so, they both agreed with me on how hot you are."
There had been conversations about that. About other things too, of course. "As long as you know how to be a gentleman, I'm sure you won't struggle finding the right fit for you."
Huh. Ed had sex with girls? Weird. Though the BDSM shit, that seemed about right. Edward seemed like a sexual deviant, though he wasn't sure why he pegged him for one. He just had that vibe. Bit slutty, honestly, if guys could even be called that. No shade on him though, he was living his best life. "I was hot, Ed. Was. Come on, I ain't now. This whole situation?"
He gestured to his face and then down a little. "It's a mess. You think the face is bad, you should see the top of my chest. Some of my shirt fused into it and it got infected. It's better now but like-- hang on."
Harvey took off his shirt just to show Edward. A very normal thing to do. Okay, yeah, he was higher than he was aware of. "See, it's fucked up."
"...uh-huh." What had they been talking about? Ed still wasn't sure why this had happened, but, frankly, he was tempted to take pictures again. Instead, even more daringly, he put a hand on Harvey's chest, just below where the markings ended. And really simply to feel that solid chest. Who looked like that? God must have had an especially inspired day when chiselling him. "Wabi-Sabi."
That likely sounded like nonsense. So, with two hands on Harvey's body now, one on his chest, one on his stomach, he explained himself. "The Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection. Rather than find faults in cracks, tears and other imperfections, the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi encourages us to appreciate that nothing is truly perfect or permanent."
He looked up, meeting Harvey's eyes. Oh. He must have gotten a bit closer. Clearing his throat, Ed pretended to himself that his face wasn't hot. "It adds something. Gives you character. Let's just say, back in the courtroom? I'd no issue focusing with you around."
Now, however? Here he was, feeling him up with just a hint of shame. Well, Harvey had stripped. "I'll still maintain that your chest is heaven-blessed. So hard and firm."
At least Harvey didn't seem to have any gay panic right now or anything. He didn't look ready to beat the guy or pick a fight but then, he may not have been queer himself but he didn't hate people who were. He was accepting of that kind of stuff. Dudes could be gay, women, whatever - as long as they were good people. Or, these days, as long as they didn't piss him off.
He liked what Edward said though and hmmed in interest, smiling a little. "Wabi-Sabi. I like it. You're sweet on me, ain't you? It's cute."
Letting Edward stroke his chest, he didn't move but he did tense a little so Edward could feel every muscle. "I got back into working out. I'm benching up to 130 now, getting even stronger than I've ever been. Fighting more these days too, means you got to be more in shape." He cocked his head to the side and smirked. "I always fucking hated being called Apollo and pretty boy, was fucking weak and boring. I like this more. I like the imperfection. I like Wabi-Sabi."
The things he could do to that body. The things he wanted to do to that body. The ways he was ready to worship him. Damn, he wanted to lick him. Wanted to feel his back as well, wanted to watch every muscle move. Wanted to make him come, obviously. Ed knew that he was getting too into that, his vivid imagination really not helping matters. His breath caught a little, so he cleared his throat and looked at Harvey again, deciding he might as well be open about it. Clearly he was not about to do a good job of hiding it. "If you ever gave me an inch, I'd be down on my knees taking in all of your inches."
And he was sure Harvey knew what he meant there. He smiled in a charming way that maybe wasn't quite dirty enough to match the words he'd just said, shrugging his shoulders. "Mythical Apollo was a bit of a jerk anyway. If you ask me, you fit Dionysus more. The twice born, that's what his name translates to. Zagreus was destroyed by those envious of how beloved he was, and Dionysus was reborn from his remains."
Why not follow his shamelessness up with some Greek mythology? "Here's to Dionysus, God of wine." Ed reached for his drink to finish it off, licking his lips after. "And ecstasy."
"You're the first guy to ever offer me a blow job." Many women had but never a guy. And now, here he was, processing that offer with strangely conflicted feelings. He hadn't expected that. Maybe he was just horny? God, he needed to get himself a girl or he'd ever up doing Nygma or something. "I'm straight, Ed. But I appreciate the offer-- It's weird that I even thought twice so there you go, take that as a compliment."
He sat down on the chest, no shirt on still, sipping his whiskey as he contemplated... well, everything. "I'm pretty fucking hard up and the meds I had in Arkham gave me a limp dick. I don't miss them." He licked his lips and then looked up at Edward. "You're real smart, I like it. Dionysus, Wabi-Sabi, medical advise - you know fucking everything."
"Maybe think on it some more. If you thought about it twice, third time might be the charm." Hey, why not? He was pretty confident now, there had to be some give. Harvey kept being handsy with him, in spite of - Ed assumed - believing him to be gay and now knowing for a fact that he was into him. There was being confident in your heterosexuality and there was being flexible. He had a feeling that Harvey might just have to stretch a little bit more. "Either way, I'm flattered."
Sincerely. He poured himself more whiskey, nodding his head. "They want me to take meds that'd make me limp and fat. I've got different ones out here." Ones that weren't nearly as revolting in their side-effects.
Ed laughed, nodding his head. "Universal genius. That's what you challenged me on, isn't it? What I truly excel in is finding the most innovative ways to screw myself over. Just look at me now, such a crush on the straight guy. What's a boy to do? I'll have to cry myself to sleep tonight. After drawing some hearts around your name somewhere."
"Just imagine I'm a lousy lay and take a cold shower. I believe in you, Eddie. You can get through it. Besides, you could do better." He was pretty sure a guy like Ed could have any gay guy he wanted. All that charm, all that razzle-dazzle and the fucking confidence - he had to be a catch to the gays, right? He seemed like he would be. Harvey pulled out his cigarettes and then paused, looking at Ed.
"Can I smoke or are you not into it?" Yes, he was asking. Okay, the rogue thing was still a working progress but he didn't want to blow smoke in his face. "Helps me unwind. I don't take any meds right now but the pain ones. 500mg of something sweet, some smokes and some booze. Gets me through the day with my dick in tact and my brain not mush."
And that was all he wanted right now. "Universal genius, must be handy though. I like that. I like smarts, they're -- they're not easy but they're impressive."
"You're not exactly a slouch in the brain department, are you? Getting your LSAT scores, following that up with your legal career and, hey, you were the only lawyer I was ever up against who knew the law as well as I did." Ed patted his chest, because he hadn't told him to stop yet. Why not? "Brain and brawn. You're the whole package. It's like Bane without the Philosophy 101 and steroids."
A dream come true. "Smoke away, I'm used to it. Can't stand the smell, but your company makes it worthwhile." It was ever so endearing that he asked. Last guy smoking at him had been that damn doctor in Arkham. He wanted to feed him his cigarettes. Maybe he would, one day, if he didn't get killed off first.
"I should get like, I dunno, nice scented smokes. Get the ones that smell of fruit or menthol or something." Harvey mused idly cause yes, he intended to be in Ed's company often and he didn't want to offend him with his gross smoke. He blew smoke into the air and then exhaled in satisfaction, trying to keep the smoke away from Ed. "I dunno if I'm a genius or anything, I doubt it, I just wanted more than what my dad wanted and I didn't want to end up some Narrows scum that dealt drugs or did the legwork for a mob boss. I wanted to change the city."
Oh, the beautiful irony. It did not work. "Being a lawyer seemed like a good career, you know? Lots to know, lots to study, never boring and you're always busy. I'm a workaholic. It's hard to turn off."
"See, I just wanted to be a little shit smart enough to get away with everything he does." And he was, he could be, could have been, if only his own mind wouldn't get in the way of it. He watched as Harvey smoked, wanting to run a finger along that line of his face, down his throat. Beautiful, it really was. The very image of masculine beauty, spiced up with some body horror. How was he supposed to resist that allure? "I never bothered with education after high school. I knew more than anyone else I'd ever met."
Still held true, for the most part. "You can just delve into rogue work now. There's a way to shape this city."
"It is. I think I made more changes as a rogue than I did in the system, going to court, working 80 hour weeks. It's a fucking waste." He busted his ass and got little reward so yeah, it was nice to see an impact when he actually did stuff. Like when he wanted things to go his way, they usually did. It was nice. He liked it. "I got friends in low places and I ain't gonna complain. I think the future of Gotham is gonna be shaped by the rogues. You, me, the fucking Joker and then Penguin and every other stupid name under the sun."
Harvey smirked and blew smoke aside, looking at Ed with a smile. "We can help each other. You can be my brain and I'll be your muscle. Within reason, of course. Just backing each other up, keeping each other safe. I got your back, Eddie." And he meant it. Genuine and real. "Let's see if we can't keep this shit going. Not all rogues betray."
"Sweetheart, if you never break into my apartment to make me come up with a plan for you at gunpoint in the middle of the night, you'll have done better by me than about 80% of the others." Honestly, he would have moved, but what was the point? The Joker was bound to find out his new address and from there it would always trickle down. Inevitable. "You've been accepted. Time was, the Joker and I would vet who was worthy. These days, it kind of seems to sort itself out. I can tell you're a big name."
Already was, really. "I won't even make you seal it with a kiss." The Joker usually did.
He didn't think he would have to kiss any rogue. He pulled a face and then looked off into the distance, mentally running through all the rogues and then relented, shrugging. "I mean, if I had to kiss any of the guy-rogues, it'd probably be you. You're the only one that doesn't actively repulse me." He debated it again and then looked at Edward. Then he laughed, giddy and easily amused. "I think I'd also rather kiss you than the girls in the club too cause, let's be real here, Pam would rip my dick off if I tried and Harls is under the Joker's dibs. So congrats, Ed, you're my most kissable rogue."
"Flattering as that is, I don't know if I have that much competition. I'm easily the best-looking of the bunch." No need for false modesty here. "Also the best hygiene." That was an easy one to win as well, worryingly enough.
Daringly, Ed put an arm around Harvey's shoulder, looking at him as he reached up with one hand to cup his face, on the good side. He gently ran a thumb along Harvey's lower lip, having a feeling that Harvey would let him. Harvey seemed to have found himself in an elaborate game of gay chicken, or perhaps he simply didn't care. Maybe he liked being touched, even if it was by Ed. Or maybe he'd teach him to like his touch especially.
"When we kiss," the 'when' was a very deliberate word choice, "it's going to be out of desire. Nothing more, nothing less."
"You're so certain, eh? Well. Universal genius, let's see if you're seeing something that's there or something that ain't."
Cause Ed could touch his face, fondle his chest and flirt as much as he liked but Harvey wasn't feeling much like kissing him. He liked him, in some ways he wanted him but he wasn't making a move. He wasn't there yet. Though he did like how Edward was, how he touched his face, as he spoke to him, the feelings he put into it. The game was fun.
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He clinked their glasses together and then took a good long sip, because he had to find some way to keep himself from saying something even more suggestive. He really needed to shush himself sometimes. "So, my friend, what do you think? Two henchwomen to complete your aesthetic? One angel, one devil?"
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Not many female gangsters in this time and if they were gangsters, they usually stuck with their own kind. Harvey knocked back some whiskey and then smiled up at Edward. "Where'd you find your girls? They're cute."
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There had been conversations about that. About other things too, of course. "As long as you know how to be a gentleman, I'm sure you won't struggle finding the right fit for you."
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He gestured to his face and then down a little. "It's a mess. You think the face is bad, you should see the top of my chest. Some of my shirt fused into it and it got infected. It's better now but like-- hang on."
Harvey took off his shirt just to show Edward. A very normal thing to do. Okay, yeah, he was higher than he was aware of. "See, it's fucked up."
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That likely sounded like nonsense. So, with two hands on Harvey's body now, one on his chest, one on his stomach, he explained himself. "The Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection. Rather than find faults in cracks, tears and other imperfections, the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi encourages us to appreciate that nothing is truly perfect or permanent."
He looked up, meeting Harvey's eyes. Oh. He must have gotten a bit closer. Clearing his throat, Ed pretended to himself that his face wasn't hot. "It adds something. Gives you character. Let's just say, back in the courtroom? I'd no issue focusing with you around."
Now, however? Here he was, feeling him up with just a hint of shame. Well, Harvey had stripped. "I'll still maintain that your chest is heaven-blessed. So hard and firm."
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At least Harvey didn't seem to have any gay panic right now or anything. He didn't look ready to beat the guy or pick a fight but then, he may not have been queer himself but he didn't hate people who were. He was accepting of that kind of stuff. Dudes could be gay, women, whatever - as long as they were good people. Or, these days, as long as they didn't piss him off.
He liked what Edward said though and hmmed in interest, smiling a little. "Wabi-Sabi. I like it. You're sweet on me, ain't you? It's cute."
Letting Edward stroke his chest, he didn't move but he did tense a little so Edward could feel every muscle. "I got back into working out. I'm benching up to 130 now, getting even stronger than I've ever been. Fighting more these days too, means you got to be more in shape." He cocked his head to the side and smirked. "I always fucking hated being called Apollo and pretty boy, was fucking weak and boring. I like this more. I like the imperfection. I like Wabi-Sabi."
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And he was sure Harvey knew what he meant there. He smiled in a charming way that maybe wasn't quite dirty enough to match the words he'd just said, shrugging his shoulders. "Mythical Apollo was a bit of a jerk anyway. If you ask me, you fit Dionysus more. The twice born, that's what his name translates to. Zagreus was destroyed by those envious of how beloved he was, and Dionysus was reborn from his remains."
Why not follow his shamelessness up with some Greek mythology? "Here's to Dionysus, God of wine." Ed reached for his drink to finish it off, licking his lips after. "And ecstasy."
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"You're the first guy to ever offer me a blow job." Many women had but never a guy. And now, here he was, processing that offer with strangely conflicted feelings. He hadn't expected that. Maybe he was just horny? God, he needed to get himself a girl or he'd ever up doing Nygma or something. "I'm straight, Ed. But I appreciate the offer-- It's weird that I even thought twice so there you go, take that as a compliment."
He sat down on the chest, no shirt on still, sipping his whiskey as he contemplated... well, everything. "I'm pretty fucking hard up and the meds I had in Arkham gave me a limp dick. I don't miss them." He licked his lips and then looked up at Edward. "You're real smart, I like it. Dionysus, Wabi-Sabi, medical advise - you know fucking everything."
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Sincerely. He poured himself more whiskey, nodding his head. "They want me to take meds that'd make me limp and fat. I've got different ones out here." Ones that weren't nearly as revolting in their side-effects.
Ed laughed, nodding his head. "Universal genius. That's what you challenged me on, isn't it? What I truly excel in is finding the most innovative ways to screw myself over. Just look at me now, such a crush on the straight guy. What's a boy to do? I'll have to cry myself to sleep tonight. After drawing some hearts around your name somewhere."
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"Can I smoke or are you not into it?" Yes, he was asking. Okay, the rogue thing was still a working progress but he didn't want to blow smoke in his face. "Helps me unwind. I don't take any meds right now but the pain ones. 500mg of something sweet, some smokes and some booze. Gets me through the day with my dick in tact and my brain not mush."
And that was all he wanted right now. "Universal genius, must be handy though. I like that. I like smarts, they're -- they're not easy but they're impressive."
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A dream come true. "Smoke away, I'm used to it. Can't stand the smell, but your company makes it worthwhile." It was ever so endearing that he asked. Last guy smoking at him had been that damn doctor in Arkham. He wanted to feed him his cigarettes. Maybe he would, one day, if he didn't get killed off first.
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Oh, the beautiful irony. It did not work. "Being a lawyer seemed like a good career, you know? Lots to know, lots to study, never boring and you're always busy. I'm a workaholic. It's hard to turn off."
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Still held true, for the most part. "You can just delve into rogue work now. There's a way to shape this city."
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Harvey smirked and blew smoke aside, looking at Ed with a smile. "We can help each other. You can be my brain and I'll be your muscle. Within reason, of course. Just backing each other up, keeping each other safe. I got your back, Eddie." And he meant it. Genuine and real. "Let's see if we can't keep this shit going. Not all rogues betray."
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Already was, really. "I won't even make you seal it with a kiss." The Joker usually did.
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He didn't think he would have to kiss any rogue. He pulled a face and then looked off into the distance, mentally running through all the rogues and then relented, shrugging. "I mean, if I had to kiss any of the guy-rogues, it'd probably be you. You're the only one that doesn't actively repulse me." He debated it again and then looked at Edward. Then he laughed, giddy and easily amused. "I think I'd also rather kiss you than the girls in the club too cause, let's be real here, Pam would rip my dick off if I tried and Harls is under the Joker's dibs. So congrats, Ed, you're my most kissable rogue."
What an honour.
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Daringly, Ed put an arm around Harvey's shoulder, looking at him as he reached up with one hand to cup his face, on the good side. He gently ran a thumb along Harvey's lower lip, having a feeling that Harvey would let him. Harvey seemed to have found himself in an elaborate game of gay chicken, or perhaps he simply didn't care. Maybe he liked being touched, even if it was by Ed. Or maybe he'd teach him to like his touch especially.
"When we kiss," the 'when' was a very deliberate word choice, "it's going to be out of desire. Nothing more, nothing less."
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Cause Ed could touch his face, fondle his chest and flirt as much as he liked but Harvey wasn't feeling much like kissing him. He liked him, in some ways he wanted him but he wasn't making a move. He wasn't there yet. Though he did like how Edward was, how he touched his face, as he spoke to him, the feelings he put into it. The game was fun.
"Desire. Let's see."