Chapter 8.

 

Ed writhed on the bed, hands wrapped around the silk ties that were securely fastened to his wrists and the top posts of the old bed, and tried hard not to scream. His sweet beautiful man was trying to make him scream, and in fact had succeeded several times already. It had been a big mistake to let Jon find out that he was ticklish.

He managed to get Jon into a leg lock, but that turned out to be a mistake too. Jon twisted around and cupped his buttocks, then held his hips up so he could stroke his tongue over Ed’s heavy sac, mouthing first one ball and then the other. Ed lost his breath, and couldn’t even gasp when that talented tongue licked up the length of his hard shaft and dipped into his leaking slit.

Jon sat back between his legs and admired his handiwork – one hot, sweaty and very obviously excited lover.

“God, babe, you are so sexy. I should leave you tied up like this all weekend.”

“Okay.” That was as much air as Ed could get back into his lungs.

Jon tested the knots, and hesitated. “You alright with this, babe?”

“Yes, oh yesyesyes,” as Jon probed at his hole with a gentle finger.

“Hmm, you sure? Maybe you need to roll over.” He unknotted one tie, and flipped Ed over into his stomach, moving his big body with surprising ease given the difference in their sizes. His red-head had some serious muscles in that long lean body.

“Hands and knees, babe ...”

He was happy to comply, and felt the tender nip of teeth on one cheek and then the other, and raised his hips further in invitation as his lover carefully re-secured the silk ties. As though he was going to go anywhere but absolutely lovingly insane.

“How’s this, babe? This feel good?”

This time Ed’s attempt to answer was cut short by two fingers probing, and then the insertion of something larger than a finger but smaller and considerably softer than Jon’s cock. Ed arched his butt up in surprise and pleasure, and Jon grinned into his neck.

“I, um, did a little shopping earlier this week, babe.”

Jon played with the dildo, apparently fascinated by the sight of it moving in and out of Ed’s twitching hole as Ed bucked up under his hands and cried out. Ed fell into the rhythm that his man set, and then fell apart when Jon started twisting the toy, pushing it in faster and then slower, looking for a pace and an angle that would drive Ed crazy. Ed couldn’t find the breath to tell him that he’d succeeded.

His cock throbbed against his stomach and Jon reached around him to stroke it, rubbing at the drops on the tip with his thumb. Ed felt his orgasm building, balls tightening up, and then his sweet man pulled off and out, leaving him writhing, empty and in need. He whined, and Jon pulled his head around to claim his mouth, nipping on his bottom lip and demanding entrance, and he opened his lips to Jon’s possession willingly.

 Jon backed off, running his hands down’s Ed’s rib cage, raising his hips, spreading his knees apart, and Ed moaned in need.

“Sweetheart, enough games already. Need you ...”

“Oh, you’re going to get me, babe, don’t you worry ‘bout that.”

He kissed and sucked his way down Ed’s back, admiring every inch of that smooth skin.

“Beautiful, so beautiful ...”

He teased at Ed’s hole one last time, making sure it was well lubed, then moved into position behind him, his breathing fast and harsh now as his own need overwhelmed him. One finger circled and probed, then Ed could feel the rounded head of Jon’s cock pushing against his hole.

Ed bit into the pillow so he wouldn’t scream out loud, but his sweet man teased and then backed off, then teased again, then probed and scissored with two fingers, and then finally, when he was ready to scream for Jon to be inside of him, his man slid in slowly and gently, through his tight ring and into his welcoming warmth.

“Oh god, sweetheart, yes ...”

He felt Jon gasp and almost laugh once he was inside him, then start moving, working his way into him as though making love to him was the most important thing Jon had ever done or would ever do. He rocked back onto his lover’s hard shaft, encouraging him, loving the slow tender caring but wanting more, harder.

Ed knew it the moment that Jon snapped and savage need won out over sweetness. Jon began driving into him, deeper and harder, trying to join their two bodies together, to make them one. Ed wanted to brace back against him or reach around and grab him, or anything, but his hands were still tied to the bed frame and that helplessness only increased the need for release throbbing through his body. Clever Jon.

“God, oh god, my sweet man, yes ...”

“Babe, yes ...”

One of Jon’s strong hands returned to his leaking shaft and stroked him to climax, and then he felt it right through his whole body as Jon found his own release, driving deep into Ed as his soft channel pulsed tightly around that beautiful length inside of him.

Jon’s hips continued to jerk until he was spent, and then he collapsed down on top of his lover, gasping for breath, unwilling to move.

“Oh. My. God. Going to stay here forever.”

It was a minute before Ed could breathe.

“Okay.”

“Hmm.”

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart, in the best possible way. You know that?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you purring at me?”

“Hmm.”

“Silly lover.” Wrists freed, he rolled over and wrapped his arms around Jon’s neck, nuzzling into his throat. I love you, he thought, with conviction. This is what love feels like. He wondered when he’d have the courage to tell Jon that.

Ed thought about it a bit more, then took the plunge. Well, more like a dip.

“Heh, I need to get a few things from my place, why don’t you swing by with me, and then we can go out to dinner?”

“Okay. Wake me up in an hour. Or two.”

It was well past dark by the time they made it to Ed’s apartment tower, but the doorman was professionally unsurprised by the tousled appearance of the two men.

“Good evening, Mr. Renfield.”

“Evening, Bob. How are you doing?”

Ed saw Jon turn to look back as they got into the elevator of Renfield Tower, and slapped his butt.  “Heh, I’m cuter than he is.”

“Oh yeah, way cuter than everyone, babe. Um, your brothers live in the same building?”

“Huh? Yes, why?”

“Ten minutes, max.”

“Huh?

“Never mind. It’s rude to bet on a sure thing.”

Inside the apartment, Jon looked around in amazement.

“You live here?”

“Um, yes.”

“Seriously? Like, this isn’t a hotel or something?”

“Yes, seriously. I’ve lived here for, um, almost four years, since the building was finished. A Renfield Group project, of course. Why?”

“Oh, you poor baby.”

Ed didn’t get it. His apartment had been decorated by the same woman who had done his brothers’ apartments, and it was smart and stylish. Perhaps a little stark, compared to the chaos of Jon’s apartment, perhaps even a little barren, now that he thought about it, but still ...

He was still debating that as he moved through the bedroom throwing a few toiletries and essentials into a bag for the weekend. It wasn’t that bad, was it? His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the front door open and voices from the living room. Who the hell ... ?

He went back up the hall. “Sweetheart ... ?”

Both of his brothers, arms crossed, looked up at him. They were both wearing suits and standing in front of Jon, who was comfortably clad in his usual cargo shorts and T-shirt and leaning on the marble bar, not looking nearly as intimidated as they had obviously hoped he would be. He knew his brothers, and although their intentions were good, they could be overwhelming. Jon didn’t look overwhelmed. He was actually looking at his fingernails, and Ed had a feeling that he was about to pull out a knife and start cleaning them.

“Ah. I see you’ve met.”

Jon smiled at him. “Less than ten, actually. Told you so.”

Ed tried to sort that out.

“Huh?”

“The doorman called them, didn’t he?” He looked at the brothers, who looked a bit uncomfortable. “And they have their own key, of course?”

“He did? They do?”

“And when you didn’t come home last weekend, they got told about it the next morning?”

Now the brothers looked more than a bit uncomfortable.

“And they decided to investigate me ...?”

One of them shrugged, barely rippling his well-cut suit. “Edward is our little brother, and you wouldn’t be the first to try and take advantage of his, um, ‘sweet’ nature.”

Jon raised an eyebrow at Ed, who struggled for words, and to understand exactly what game his brothers were playing. He didn’t think he liked it. ‘Sweet’ nature? Was that a euphemism? And when had anyone taken advantage of him, other than perhaps his brothers when he was a whole lot younger? They were making it sound like he brought home a different lover every weekend.

“Um, Jon, I’d like you to meet Philip and Kevin, my brothers.”

No-one reached out to shake hands. Jon didn’t even bother looking at the brothers. He was watching Ed, waiting for him to say something. What was a good thing to say? My brothers are idiots?

Philip decided to clarify.

“Look, ‘sweetheart’, just because we have money doesn’t mean you’re going to get a free ride, or free rent, from Edward, so you might as well get that out of your mind right now.” When he didn’t get a reaction from Jon he looked at Ed and shook his head in disappointment.

“Good heavens, Edward, what kind of washed up old hippy did you drag home this time? I mean, really, just look at him. I thought you’d outgrown this nonsense.”

Jon was still just looking at Ed, apparently waiting for something to happen, perhaps something like Ed punching one or both of them. Ed struggled with the sudden revelation that his brothers were petty and mean, among other things, and he couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say. How had he not seen any of this before?

Kevin pulled out his wallet and held a fifty out towards Jon.

“I assume you’ll need cab fare.”

Jon shook his head and sighed. “Washed up old soldier, to be exact.” He kissed Ed on the cheek as he left, ignoring the outstretched money. “You know where to find me, babe. If you think you can afford me.”

When the door shut behind him there was silence for an uncomfortable minute, and then Ed reached out and took the fifty from Kevin, folding it carefully before tucking it into the breast pocket of his brother’s perfectly tailored suit.

“How about you get out, now, right after you give me the keys to my apartment.”

“But Edward ...”

“Keys. Out. Now. We will talk on Monday morning.”