"Shh." Jonathan whispered gently as he felt Edward's voice through his chest, close and feeling the other in every possible way. There was something so beautiful about being close to someone he actually liked. To feel their warmth, their life, to hear their voice talking only to him. He shuddered at that only, in pleasure and not discomfort.
He moved closer and wrapped an arm around Edward, lying against the bed now and just bring Edward closer to his chest. He could smell him much closer now, he was a mixture of his cologne and his sweat. It was exciting.
Talking almost ruined the tentative moment that he had, but he knew that Edward would kick him off any moment and call him a weirdo. So he wanted to full enjoy it for a moment or two before it ended.
Honestly, nine times out of ten, anyone shushing Edward lived to regret it. If only because Edward could be very annoying even accidentally and especially annoying when he put his mind to it.
But this wasn't one of those times. This was a different time and, as part of Edward's analytical brain readily provided, he knew that he was essentially in subspace. Not unusual, given circumstances, and it actually led to him staying quiet and letting Jonathan hold him. Handle him. Jonathan smelled of smoke and chemicals and as if he didn't wash much, nothing new there. He was about to develop a kink for that, he could already see that happening.
He wasn't sure how much initiative to take. So he simply turned his head again, this time to press his lips against the bare skin of Jonathan's neck. Stung a little, from the split there, but it felt intimate in a way that seemed to fit the vibe.
Edward's lips were soft and Jonathan knew he would keep the sensation of them close to his chest for years to come. He slowly readjusted himself and climbed on top of Edward, arms either side of him as he looked down at the beautiful boy in his bed. He kissed him on the lips this time, taking the initiative. His lips were chapped and bitten to high hell but he didn't care, he didn't feel that self conscious right now.
It was so much like a fantasy that it was easier to step away and lose embarrassment or uncertainty.
His hand trailed down and undid Edward's button, snaking his hand down into the other's pants and stroking his dick. "I'm going to suck your dick in a moment. You can moan for me if you like." He wasn't asking, he was just warning him before he started to slide down the bed.
Jonathan was so much more assertive than Edward would have thought, given he was almost certain that the other boy was a virgin. Clearly a virgin who had fantasised about this a lot though. The kiss was good, great even, not because of technique or how it felt or how Jonathan tasted, but because of how he felt in the situation. Because of how Jonathan looked at him.
He pulled himself up on his elbows to look down himself, to watch Jonathan. "I'm pretty sensitive. Don't think I could keep from moaning if I wanted to." Besides, why would he hold back showing his pleasure at getting his dick sucked? Not where he'd expected the night to go before running into Jonathan.
Jonathan pulled Edward's jeans partially down and then his underwear too. Vain bastard, even his underwear was tight. He looked at his cock with interest for a few moments, just studying it and then stroking it, watching and feeling how it hardened under his touch. He moved forward and put it in his mouth, not having too much trouble with his gag reflex. He never had much issue with that.
He had always wanted to suck a pretty boy's cock and now it was here, for his own use. Of course he was going to make use of it. He wanted to hear the pretty sounds that his Edward would make.
As Edward had said, he was sensitive. He was also noisy, to no one's surprise. "Fuck!" He moaned after the curse, fingers grasping the bedsheet to try and get some purchase, desperately attempting to keep his hips still, because he already wanted to buck up.
He was a horny teenage boy after all, so of course he was eager. He was at least one with a decent amount of experience, including getting his cock sucked, so he did not come as fast as others might have. How much he was enjoying himself was obvious though, because technique was really secondary. Hot, willing mouth around his dick, he was moaning and his head fell back. He moved one hand, fingers burying into Jonathan's hair. "Yeah, Jonathan... Fuck, you're good."
His breath came out trembling and he tugged on his hair. "You-- I'm gonna, so..." Where was that eloquence? "I'm gonna come."
Jonathan hummed playfully around Edward's dick and kept on sucking until he finally came in his mouth. He wanted the full experience, not pulling back or censoring. Though he had to admit, he hadn't expected it to shoot back as much as it did so he had to swallow quicker than he would have liked. Edward tasted good. Was there any shock there?
With Edward panting still, Jonathan smiled as he crawled up to the top of the bed and leaned on his side, fingers playing around with Edward's messy hair. He liked that it was in a disarray, tugged and played with. It looked so hot.
Edward was out of breath and out of words, so he turned to the side and kissed Jonathan, eyes closing as he deepened it. Something to be said about the taste of the kiss now, as egotistical as that might be. Hey, there was a reason he preferred this to masturbation, which he hardly ever bothered with. He broke the kiss when he had to laugh, chuckling against Jonathan's lips.
"You're a natural, Jonny." He had no complaints. "Let me take care of you now, yeah?"
"I got what I wanted. I don't need anything more." Jonathan informed Edward as he continued to play with his hair. He didn't know how desperate he was to actually be touched like that by Edward, the ides was a little overwhelming. He could touch Edward's body but Edward touching his?
His scrawny, strange body? No. He didn't like the idea. He just wanted to stay in this moment. "He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts."
"Fair enough. As you wish, sir." That was intriguing, the wheels inside Edward's head turning. He knew that Jonathan was getting off on this, he could feel, hell, he could see how much it all excited him. Yet he did not wish to be touched. "I'm going to take clothes off though. It's warm."
Well, it was a sweaty activity. Edward opened up his jacket and took that off quickly, tossing it over the side of the bed. He didn't want to discourage Jonathan playing with his hair, but he did want to shed some layers. His jeans were still undone. On top he was just wearing a green shirt with the black question marks he had embroidered on it, and he was tempted to take that off too. "Do you mind?"
"Take off what you wish." Jonathan informed him as he lay back on the bed and, after a few moments of debate, he removed his hoodie. Of course, he had a long sleeve shirt underneath but he was still removing layers so that was something. He waited for Edward to remove his shirt and then opened stared at his chest. Damn.
Muscles, not entirely for strength but for looks. He was solid, beautiful, well crafted. Yeah, Jon was never removing a shirt around him. But he was happy enough to stare. "You are b-b-beauti--ful." Fuck. Well, he ruined that.
"Thank you." No need to comment on that stutter, Edward barely took notice of it. He looked down himself a lot more critically. He worked out for looks more than anything, which was probably not about to lead to a healthy body image from someone with his tendency towards perfectionism. Although what bothered him right now were the bruises everywhere. Ugly and entirely too noticeable.
He frowned and quickly took his jeans off, finally lying back down in just his underwear and looking at Jonathan. "I'm not feeling it tonight. The beauty."
He had been mostly down on himself prior to running into Jonathan. He smiled at him, softly. Different from the smirks he often wore. "I see it in your eyes, I suppose. Thanks."
"Because of this?" Jonathan reached out and stroked along the bruise on his chest, wondering how much it hurt. It was dull and light right now, it hadn't had time to darken yet. Jonathan didn't find it unattractive. Edward wore victim very nicely indeed. "It doesn't detract. Handsome b-boy."
Jonathan pushed himself up onto his elbow and studied his chest with obvious appreciation. "It adds ch-character." Jonathan felt scared and bruises made a boring picture pop. Edward had move to him when he was sore and scuffed. It was never in his fantasy before but he found it didn't ruin the fantasy at all. It added a dimension.
"S-Some could never look half as -- this." Jonathan knew, he certainly didn't.
"Ironically, I have good genetics. Maybe the old man's right and I'm a bastard after all." Edward said it with humour, knowing it wasn't true. He did loathe that about himself, that he could see his father's features in his own. Of course, his father's looks were rather ruined by years of drink and generally wastage of a life, but still. It was all there.
He sucked his stomach in as Jonathan touched him, goose bumps appearing involuntarily. He didn't try and pull away though, instead he just smiled and watched Jonathan look at him. "I've been told I've got a face that's asking to be punched." Certainly appeared to happen to him with alarming frequency. "You think I'm prettier than this? Hm. Maybe I should have stayed for the belt treatment after all."
"I think untarnished skin is strange. I've never known what it looks like, I don't wanna know." Jonathan had marks, scars, injection sites and self inflicted injuries that littered his awkward, gangly body. To him, the concept of clear skin with no wounds or marks was just ... baffling. "I think p-purple suits you."
He raised his hand from the bruise to touch Edward's face carefully. He traced his thumb just beneath the split lip. What a pretty damaged thing he was. "I would prefer if I made the marks, not s-s-some idiotic ape."
"I'd vastly prefer that too." Certainly wouldn't fill him with the shame that this always filled him with. It was so mundane and pathetic, being the punching bag of some alcoholic deadbeat father. No edge to it, nothing of interest. Just pain and humiliation.
He leaned his head into Jonathan's touch, searching for his eyes again. Wanting that eye-contact. Jonathan's eyes seemed to grow more and more intense every time he looked into them. "Mark me."
He poked his tongue out, licking the tip of Jonathan's thumb. "Please."
Jonathan didn't have to be told twice. Though he didn't go for the obvious, the quick hit or the dangerous action. Instead, he went for Edward's neck like the little shit he was and proceeded to give him one hell of a hickey. Well, it would be hard to forget him now. He snorted, actually smiling.
"I can k-keep going." He eyed up Edward's chest. "Quite the canvas."
Not entirely what he'd have expected, but still enough to make his breath hitch and the sound he made was a whimper more than anything. He was sensitive and maybe his neck was especially sensitive. That was hardly surprising. He laughed when he saw Jonathan smile at him, looking so smug. Something very attractive to that, he wasn't going to deny it.
"You're a bastard," it was said fondly, and then he made his declaration. "Use me, bruise me, abuse me. I'm ours tonight, Jonathan. Don't waste your chance. Who knows if I'll give you another?"
"I just have to catch you in the right place at the right time. Who fucking knows?" Jonathan added another hickey to Edward's chest. Hell, he added a few. It was fun to add some marks but he didn't hit or hurt him. It wasn't like he didn't have the temptation but he hardly wanted to be associated with his father's abuse. Then this would be a one off, Edward would likely feel shame and aversion.
Instead, he left him hanging. Then he would definitely have him again. "Next time, I'll mark you properly. Anywhere you want me to. Tonight, we s-sleep."
"Damn. You really like me, don't you?" It was an obvious play, but did that stop it from feeling flattering? Did it keep his heart from skipping that beat and the warmth to spread inside him from the knowledge that Jonathan cared about this so much. About him.
"Let's sleep then, Jonny." Well. "...can I shower first? I don't mind cold water, I just like to wash." Hm. "Doesn't matter if you don't have shower gel or shampoo, I can live with that."
He had no idea whether Jonathan had anything. Maybe even a shower was expecting a bit much.
"The water's cold but help yourself. It's through the bedroom, next door on the left. There's some stuff in there, you can use it." It was some giant one litre bottle of washing stuff. It seemed to cover all of his bases so he got it for about two dollars. "The towels are hanging, use the blue one." The white one was his.
He watched Edward move to get up and admired the curve of his spine. Hmm. Nice. Every inch of him could be mapped out in his head now.
It didn't take that long for him to wash - cold showers were not pleasant enough to draw out - and then he came back with chattering teeth that he was trying to keep from chattering, wrapped in the towel.
He left his discarded underwear on the pile of his clothes and then climbed into bed, shedding the towel in favour of getting under the sheets.
He was naked, trembling and therefore eagerly cuddling up to Jonathan. Who was fully dressed. Well, no one had said this night would be normal. "Remind me to buy you some decent shower gel. That stuff is a hate crime. I'd rather use nothing than smell like that."
"It was ch-cheap." Jonathan informed Edward as he lay on his back and put an arm around Edward, letting him curl in close. He was fucking cold but Jon didn't mind, he just liked to have Edward close to him. Naked, desperate and eager.
Maybe it was a bit weird that Jon was fully clothed but he had no regrets. This was exactly how he had wanted this all to play out. "You can buy me what you want. You can get me better sh-shit, I ain't gonna complain." Free stuff was never a bad thing.
"You can close your eyes now, Ed." Jon informed him, that same insistent tone. No stuttering, no stammering, just to the point.
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He moved closer and wrapped an arm around Edward, lying against the bed now and just bring Edward closer to his chest. He could smell him much closer now, he was a mixture of his cologne and his sweat. It was exciting.
Talking almost ruined the tentative moment that he had, but he knew that Edward would kick him off any moment and call him a weirdo. So he wanted to full enjoy it for a moment or two before it ended.
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But this wasn't one of those times. This was a different time and, as part of Edward's analytical brain readily provided, he knew that he was essentially in subspace. Not unusual, given circumstances, and it actually led to him staying quiet and letting Jonathan hold him. Handle him. Jonathan smelled of smoke and chemicals and as if he didn't wash much, nothing new there. He was about to develop a kink for that, he could already see that happening.
He wasn't sure how much initiative to take. So he simply turned his head again, this time to press his lips against the bare skin of Jonathan's neck. Stung a little, from the split there, but it felt intimate in a way that seemed to fit the vibe.
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It was so much like a fantasy that it was easier to step away and lose embarrassment or uncertainty.
His hand trailed down and undid Edward's button, snaking his hand down into the other's pants and stroking his dick. "I'm going to suck your dick in a moment. You can moan for me if you like." He wasn't asking, he was just warning him before he started to slide down the bed.
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He pulled himself up on his elbows to look down himself, to watch Jonathan. "I'm pretty sensitive. Don't think I could keep from moaning if I wanted to." Besides, why would he hold back showing his pleasure at getting his dick sucked? Not where he'd expected the night to go before running into Jonathan.
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He had always wanted to suck a pretty boy's cock and now it was here, for his own use. Of course he was going to make use of it. He wanted to hear the pretty sounds that his Edward would make.
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He was a horny teenage boy after all, so of course he was eager. He was at least one with a decent amount of experience, including getting his cock sucked, so he did not come as fast as others might have. How much he was enjoying himself was obvious though, because technique was really secondary. Hot, willing mouth around his dick, he was moaning and his head fell back. He moved one hand, fingers burying into Jonathan's hair. "Yeah, Jonathan... Fuck, you're good."
His breath came out trembling and he tugged on his hair. "You-- I'm gonna, so..." Where was that eloquence? "I'm gonna come."
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With Edward panting still, Jonathan smiled as he crawled up to the top of the bed and leaned on his side, fingers playing around with Edward's messy hair. He liked that it was in a disarray, tugged and played with. It looked so hot.
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"You're a natural, Jonny." He had no complaints. "Let me take care of you now, yeah?"
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His scrawny, strange body? No. He didn't like the idea. He just wanted to stay in this moment. "He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts."
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Well, it was a sweaty activity. Edward opened up his jacket and took that off quickly, tossing it over the side of the bed. He didn't want to discourage Jonathan playing with his hair, but he did want to shed some layers. His jeans were still undone. On top he was just wearing a green shirt with the black question marks he had embroidered on it, and he was tempted to take that off too. "Do you mind?"
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Muscles, not entirely for strength but for looks. He was solid, beautiful, well crafted. Yeah, Jon was never removing a shirt around him. But he was happy enough to stare. "You are b-b-beauti--ful." Fuck. Well, he ruined that.
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He frowned and quickly took his jeans off, finally lying back down in just his underwear and looking at Jonathan. "I'm not feeling it tonight. The beauty."
He had been mostly down on himself prior to running into Jonathan. He smiled at him, softly. Different from the smirks he often wore. "I see it in your eyes, I suppose. Thanks."
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Jonathan pushed himself up onto his elbow and studied his chest with obvious appreciation. "It adds ch-character." Jonathan felt scared and bruises made a boring picture pop. Edward had move to him when he was sore and scuffed. It was never in his fantasy before but he found it didn't ruin the fantasy at all. It added a dimension.
"S-Some could never look half as -- this." Jonathan knew, he certainly didn't.
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He sucked his stomach in as Jonathan touched him, goose bumps appearing involuntarily. He didn't try and pull away though, instead he just smiled and watched Jonathan look at him. "I've been told I've got a face that's asking to be punched." Certainly appeared to happen to him with alarming frequency. "You think I'm prettier than this? Hm. Maybe I should have stayed for the belt treatment after all."
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He raised his hand from the bruise to touch Edward's face carefully. He traced his thumb just beneath the split lip. What a pretty damaged thing he was. "I would prefer if I made the marks, not s-s-some idiotic ape."
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He leaned his head into Jonathan's touch, searching for his eyes again. Wanting that eye-contact. Jonathan's eyes seemed to grow more and more intense every time he looked into them. "Mark me."
He poked his tongue out, licking the tip of Jonathan's thumb. "Please."
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"I can k-keep going." He eyed up Edward's chest. "Quite the canvas."
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"You're a bastard," it was said fondly, and then he made his declaration. "Use me, bruise me, abuse me. I'm ours tonight, Jonathan. Don't waste your chance. Who knows if I'll give you another?"
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Instead, he left him hanging. Then he would definitely have him again. "Next time, I'll mark you properly. Anywhere you want me to. Tonight, we s-sleep."
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"Let's sleep then, Jonny." Well. "...can I shower first? I don't mind cold water, I just like to wash." Hm. "Doesn't matter if you don't have shower gel or shampoo, I can live with that."
He had no idea whether Jonathan had anything. Maybe even a shower was expecting a bit much.
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He watched Edward move to get up and admired the curve of his spine. Hmm. Nice. Every inch of him could be mapped out in his head now.
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He left his discarded underwear on the pile of his clothes and then climbed into bed, shedding the towel in favour of getting under the sheets.
He was naked, trembling and therefore eagerly cuddling up to Jonathan. Who was fully dressed. Well, no one had said this night would be normal. "Remind me to buy you some decent shower gel. That stuff is a hate crime. I'd rather use nothing than smell like that."
Which was why he had used nothing.
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Maybe it was a bit weird that Jon was fully clothed but he had no regrets. This was exactly how he had wanted this all to play out. "You can buy me what you want. You can get me better sh-shit, I ain't gonna complain." Free stuff was never a bad thing.
"You can close your eyes now, Ed." Jon informed him, that same insistent tone. No stuttering, no stammering, just to the point.
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That was the last thing he said before eventually falling asleep.