"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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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.