The sexual tension...! You can cut it with a knife!

"I can't even watch TV here cause the $^$#ing power's out..."
Edgar sighed. "I think there's one in the closet."
What happened to you after all the time we spent together?
Nothing.
Well, obviously something. How did you come back to life?
I don't know.
Can't exactly fault you there. But what is this dreamlike thing you keep trying to hide from me?
A dream, like I said before.
I think you doth protest too much.
It doesn't matter.
"Edgar...do you want me to be happy?"
"Yes." It was a quick response that said more then he intended. Johnny's eyes moved from his feet to Edgar's.
"What would you do?"
Now how are you going to avoid this question.
Edgar paused. He flexed one of his feet. Johnny's toes were inches away.
"What would I do?"
"What would you do."
Another short pause. Edgar had a feeling he couldn't avoid this question as long as some others.
"I...I think I would do what you wanted. To make you happy I mean."
I KNEW it!
"You would do anything?"
I knew it.
He didn't feel comfortable with everything the idea implied, and it probably manifested in his voice in one way or another. "If...if it made you happy, I think I would."
Johnny's toe brushed against his own.
"How would you feel?"
"What?"
"If you would do anything, how would you feel about it?"
"I..." A bit awkwardly phrased, but I think I know what he's getting at. "I'm not sure. I've...well, I have to admit that your happiness has become a concern of mine...I suppose that if it made you happy, it would make me happy as well."
"But you've never tried. You don't know." Johnny looked at him.
Edgar paused then shook his head. "Not...really. Not the way you're thinking of."
Johnny moved. He uncurled from the ball against the wall and leaned forward. His face was only inches away from Edgar's, and his hands were against the wall beside Edgar's face.
Heartbeat through the roof! Is this as sweet as you thought it would be, Edgar?
"Would you? Honestly?"
Johnny was staring at him critically. He could feel his breath against his face. He could see the contours lit by the nearby blue light, the sunken eyes and the remaining strands of hair.
"I-I-I-...I would..."
Edgar intended to say try, but never finished his sentence. Johnny leaned forward and Edgar knew what he wanted to do. He knew what this test was, what Johnny wanted him to do in order to prove this. To make Johnny happy, how far would he go?
That last hurdle crossed, the last barrier broken. He had said it. He said he would try. He knew what he had to do.
He doesn't believe me.
I don't blame him. You look terrified.
I can't be afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not-
But there's so much to be afraid of.
I can't...
He asked you. What are you going to do?
Johnny leaned in closer and Edgar knew. He had to try. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was a gesture. Maybe it was symbolic. He didn't care. He had to do something. He had to do something or else...
When they kissed he felt it somewhere in his stomach, but he wasn't able to exactly put it into words. Something strong and frightening. Just the sensation of his lips pressing against his own escaped conscious definition.
All this time. Was it as bad as you thought it was? Was this worth everything you put yourself through? Was it worth it?
Edgar slid down the wall, Johnny hands resting against his shoulders. When he broke away, he watched him carefully. Edgar stared up at him, his face burning.
"How do you feel?"
Was Johnny pushing him down? Edgar couldn't tell. He felt his back against the floor.
"I..."
"How do you feel?" His ribcage pressed against his own. Johnny's hands slid up his arms, took hold of his wrists.
Finally a word came to describe how he felt, though it wasn't particularly apt or complex. Warm. He felt as if he was radiating heat.
"I...I don't know..."
You don't trust him. You can never trust him. You'll never trust him.
"What do you want?"
"I don't know..."
"Were you telling the truth?"
Edgar stared up at Johnny. He was staring down at him with a definite challenge in his eyes. He was deadly serious.
"The truth?"
"How far are you willing to go to make me happy? Will you go as far as I want?"
"I...I'm..." Edgar swallowed. "I'm, I'll do what it is that you want if it will make you happy. I don't, don't want you to be afraid of me."
You don't need those words to tell him that you won't stop him, Edgar. I think your body is doing a good job of that itself.
Thought was returning. "You don't have to be afraid."
"Neither do you, if you're telling the truth." His grip around his wrists tightened meaningfully.
He kissed him again. This time Edgar tried to participate, although he wasn't particularly skilled in the field. He was sure that the heat of his face could be felt, and when he twitched his arms to move, Johnny pressed down on them hard. He wasn't going anywhere, that was for sure.
When he broke away, Edgar was breathing hard. He arched his back at momentary pleasant contact and then turned his head away.
Oh god I can't I can't I can't I can't
But you will. You will.
When Johnny began to kiss his neck, he began making sounds. He really didn't intend to and he thought it was rather embarassing, but he couldn't help himself. They just came out, regardless of everything he tried to do. He struggled to angle his body towards him, towards more contact and more of whatever it was that was happening. Johnny still wouldn't let go of his hands.
"How do you feel?"
Edgar couldn't respond in real words. "Aaahn..."
"Will you go as far as I can take you? Will you?"
"Ah, yes..."
"How far will you go to make me happy?"
You'll do whatever he wants. I told you your passivity would get you in trouble one day.
Edgar hissed. And man I need ta go ta sleep.
Darn you Tenacious D. Perhaps more porn? Let's find out.
"I...ah, I want you...I want you to be happy." Johnny's face was close to his, mere inches away. He could feel his breath across his skin, and he was sure that Johnny could feel the heat radiating off of his face.
You're blushing like the stereotypical virgin, Edgar. Oh, how sweet it is.
Edgar was in no condition to begin a mental debate. As it was, it was hard for him to pay attention to Scriabin at all. His physical body was demanding all of his focus.
The two of them stared at each other, close enough so that the tip of Johnny's nose brushed against his own. A moment of quiet, and Edgar could hear Johnny's breath, feel it shaking.
Johnny's fingers twisted around his wrist, readjusted their grip. Edgar's fingers flexed for a moment, but he didn't move his arms.
"Are you scared?" Johnny's voice was soft.
Edgar stared at Johnny. He was beginning to pick out his heartbeat against his chest.
You've never been honest with him before, Edgar. I don't think this is the best-
"Yeah..." Edgar whispered.
Well, great. Jesus, what kind of man are you. Just start weeping dramatically and get it over with.
Johnny's nose brushed against his again, and he could feel the strands of his hair against his skin.
"Of me...?" The grip on Edgar's wrists loosened slightly, but Edgar didn't move.
"No..." Edgar responded quickly. "I'm not scared of you."
You're scared of what this means. You're scared of Hell.
"Are you scared of what I want?"
Edgar was breathing faster, but he wasn't sure why.
"In a way..."
"But then...why would you do this? Why haven't you thrown me off? Why are you letting me do this? Why are you going this far for me, why are you going this far for my happiness?"
One of Johnny's hands let go of Edgar's wrist entirely, and instead slowly trailed down Edgar's arm. Soft touchs that made the hair on his arms prickle, and he shivered.
Shall I say it for you, Edgar? You love him. Ah, there's the increased heart rate. Along with an interesting physical reaction...I guess your current predicament has something to do with that.
Somewhere there was a distant rumble of thunder, and Edgar closed his eyes.
"It's because...you're...your happiness is important to me. It's because you...you're the most important person in my life and I...I want you to be happy."
"Even at your own expense?"
Edgar opened his eyes to see Johnny staring down at him with a very serious expression. Edgar smiled weakly, although he could still feel himself blushing.
"I'm pretty sure that that's the definition of love somewhere...the willingness to sacrifice your happiness for someone else without thought of your own...wellbeing."
I don't think they intended "turn the other cheek" to be interpreted in the way you will shortly find out.
Johnny let go of Edgar's arms completely, and instead folded his hands on Edgar's chest, then rested his head on his hands. He stared at Edgar curiously, still almost completely on top of him. When he shifted his weight slightly, Edgar couldn't stop himself from taking a sharp breath. He did, however, manage to control his natural impulse to return the action.
I'm surprised Johnny is showing this much restraint. Maybe you're the only one getting off on this.
Johnny very slowly reached out a hand and he ran his fingers across Edgar's cheek.
Edgar did not flinch.
"You're willing to sacrifice a lot for me." Johnny almost sounded bored. His fingers glanced over the scars beneath Edgar's eyes, and he was sure that he must have felt the resulting shudder. "I don't understand why."
Edgar finally moved his arms. They ached a bit from their previous restraint and moved a bit more clumsily then he would have liked. He carefully took Johnny's hand away from his face, entertwined their fingers.
"I don't know either."
Love is very irrational.
Shut up.
Oh, don't pull that on me now, of all times. What else would you call this? You're grasping at straws. Just get out of the closet already and do what you've dreamed about for ages. Let it go.
"Edgar..." Johnny's expression changed, and he pulled his hand away. He stared down at Edgar's chest and then hid his face. "Edgar, wait a minute...if I know...I think...Edgar, you're...you're giving up Heaven. You're giving up Heaven for me."
That's the last bolt on your closet door.
Johnny lifted his face to look at him, and he could see his eyes shining. He cried more then any other man Edgar had ever met, and it looked like that was what he was about to do.
"I'm too late, aren't I? I'm too late, you're not...you're not perfect, not the way you want to be. I've ruined things again..."
It was the look on his face that prompted an instinctual reaction, one that he felt deeply and didn't give words too until his hands had already moved, until they had taken hold of Johnny's face.
"Johnny, maybe...maybe I am giving up Heaven...but it was kind of boring anyway."
Edgar smiled, but Johnny did not smile back. He stared at him.
You want to make him feel better. This will cost you your eternal life, and yet your first reaction, your first decision, is to make him happy, to make him feel better.
You love him, Edgar.
You love him.
"I want you to be happy."
"I don't, I don't want you to go to-"
"Johnny, I've been trying to tell you this for a long time. Nothing is decided." Edgar would have sat up as this vantage point was less then comfortable, but as it was he didn't have a lot of options. "You don't have to be afraid. You don't have to be afraid that I'll leave you, or I'll hurt you. I'm...maybe, when it comes down to it, when you go to Hell, I will come with you. And right now, it doesn't matter to me."
"How can it not-"
"Nny, you're always worrying about the future. About what's going to happen. Just... let's not think."
Johnny stared at Edgar hard, and then raised his hands to take hold of Edgar's wrists again. "...you want this?"
"To be honest with you, I don't know. I've never...this is new to me."
He shifted his weight again, and Edgar stifled the short noise that came from him. Quickly thought was getting crowded out.
"You don't know..." Johnny slowly pushed Edgar's arms back down to the floor, and again he was powerless. There was a slight glow that felt like a dozen tiny pinpricks through his chest and his stomach as Johnny's face again came close. "You can't say if you don't know..."
Edgar, you're an ineloquent social misfit. So I'll help you here. The proper porn type response would be "let's find out."
Another rumble of thunder.
"Well, let's find out..."
Good for you.
Edgar this time met Johnny halfway, but it didn't prove to make that much difference. His head was quickly pushed back against the carpet. There was a moment of hesitance in Johnny's actions, where the grip on his wrists wavered, but then he decided to continue on full-force.
Edgar realized that when Johnny's tongue entered his mouth, he was still afraid on some level that Johnny would bite him.
Oh, that was me. Well, you never know. I guess it could happen.
Edgar hoped he was doing this right. He was just going on instinct at this point. His heart felt as if were beating doubletime. Everytime he tried to move his arms, Johnny would push them down meaningfully again, and with each failed resistance the same strange pinpricky feeling came to him.
I knew it. I said it before, and I was right. You DO get off on being controlled.
They broke for air, and Edgar gasped. He could see Johnny's face was equally flushed, and he had a glint in his eye that Edgar strangely recognized.
Predator, meet prey.
Johnny let go of his hand quickly, and Edgar only registered the missing sensation when his world went abruptly out of focus. Johnny tossed Edgar's glasses off to one side carelessly, and then again Edgar was restrained.
Fear and adrenaline took place alongside of sexual desire, and Edgar realized now that he was hyperventilating.
Panting, my boy. Nice try, though.
Again, Johnny kissed him fiercely, as if daring him to try and fight back. Edgar didn't exactly have the inclination. Skin rubbed against skin, and this time Edgar was too distracted to stop himself. When Johnny's thigh brushed over that sensitive area, Edgar immediately attempted to prolong the contact. The shift in his weight was perceptible, and Johnny broke away from the kiss again, as if realizing there was something else he could do.
It was almost like he remembered from before. Johnny kissed that same spot on Edgar's neck, almost near his jawline, and Edgar arched his back and completely failed at trying to be quiet. He gave a shaky moan. Teeth against skin and he closed his eyes.
One of his hands was free. Edgar wasn't sure what to do with it, having had it held down so long. He felt thin fingers run down his side over the fabric of his shirt, then slowly work their way beneath the edge of his shirt.
Johnny's hand was still cold and from the amount of heat Edgar felt like he was giving off, he wasn't sure why. Fingertips glanced across his ribcage, slid up to his chest. The sudden cold against warm skin again prompted a shaky moan from Edgar, which Johnny apparently found encouraging.
Finally he had enough sense to do something with his free hand. When Johnny's cold fingers finally touched one of his nipples, Edgar gasped violently. He found that he was clutching at Johnny's back tightly, fabric bunched between his fingers without any memory doing so.
Scriabin sounded so far away, and yet he was still very amused by what was going on. Forgot those existed, did we?
His other wrist was released, and this one joined its partner. His arm curled around Johnny's neck, pulling him close.
The cold against such a sensitive area was something that Edgar was not prepared for, and honestly, he hadn't even really fantasized about this kind of contact. Scriabin was fairly correct in regard that Edgar really considered himself as having one erogenous zone, and one could say he was fairly surprised to find this was not so.
Johnny was watching Edgar intently, and he was fairly sure that all of this was experimental and educational to him at the same time.
This is better then watching two virgins fumble around in the backseat. You two don't know anything.
Johnny's other hand again trailed along Edgar's side, and again skin brushed against an area of his clothing that by now felt far too tight. Edgar this time arched into the contact as much as possible, but it was gone all too soon.
He whined in frustration, then realized that he had done it. Johnny was watching.
Is this really for him? He seems rather intent on you as it is.
His hand settled underneath Edgar's thigh, lifting and positioning. Edgar of course was more then willing to comply, anything for more of the contact he desperately desired now. He could feel Johnny's body brushing against the inside of his thighs, and the cold touch across his chest.
You know, you're being awfully selfish about this. Why don't you do something for a change?
Johnny looked back for a moment, as if confirming where Edgar's legs where, and then turned back. He stared at Edgar intently, his face quite red. Edgar realized at this point he was breathing just as quickly.
He had his hands on Johnny's back, and it took only a few seconds to pull Johnny's face to his again. He could feel Johnny react to the sudden aggressive behavior, the shock and mild hesitation. But he could feel him shudder beneath his touch, and it looked like Edgar wasn't the only one who reacted to control.
The pinpricking in his body rushed to his hands then faded again as Johnny this time let himself take Edgar's previous place. He wasn't experienced and he wasn't sure if he was doing this right, but he wanted to do something. He guessed by Johnny's shaking that this was okay.
He stopped for breath, and Johnny's hand, which had frozen when Edgar had pulled him forward, again began lightly teasing, touching. Edgar made a soft sound, then kissed Johnny's neck. This had an interesting effect as Johnny let out a long sigh and leaned against him heavily. The hand that had held him up weakened, and he sank closer to Edgar, closer into his touch.
In the process, finally, something came into prolonged contact with a part of his anatomy that reminded Edgar suddenly, and with great enthusiasm, that it felt neglected at current.
Edgar groaned at the contact and closed his arms around Johnny tightly, as if to keep him from moving at all. He could feel vibration through his arms, and guessed that Johnny found this contact as pleasurable as he did. The hand beneath his shirt left, apparently to help keep Johnny from falling over completely.
You two are so bad at this. Scriabin still sounded amused, even as Edgar's hips began to move of their own accord to create desired friction. You're not even going to have real sex, you're just going to hump each other like dogs with your clothes on. How Puritan is that?
Edgar was definitely not listening at the moment. He had been worried at first that maybe he had been acting too quickly, but Johnny quickly matched his movement. Edgar fell onto his back and Johnny fell forward on top of him, catching himself with his arms on either side of Edgar's head.
He twisted his legs around Johnny's, trying to get closer then they already were. The clothes were blocking some of the sensation, he was sure of it, but it was more then enough. It took a few moments for the two of them to fall into a rhythm, something that came to them without words. Maybe they were both just focused on getting the most out of the contact, and that was probably the most accurate reason.
With each gasping breath Edgar found he was getting louder. He wasn't in the state of mind to feel embarassed. He could feel his legs shaking violently, and his thoughts went to only one thing. He twisted his legs tighter, ground against Johnny with a soft grunt.
Close, so close, so close.
He clutched Johnny to him and could feel him breath across his shoulder. He was shaking violently, and he matched Edgar's attempt at contact. The rhythm sped, and Edgar made a series of short sounds as he could feel himself coming close.
"Ah-ahn, Nny, unh...haa, I..."
"Agh, $#^$..." Johnny gritted out through his teeth. He moved a hand to Edgar's hips, tried to pull him closer. "#$^#..."
Edgar was so close. Anything. Anything to finally reach it. He raised his legs and wrapped them around Johnny's back, pulled hard to get close.
Edgar didn't think he would have been the type. He really thought himself rather reserved in a lot of ways. Even in his fantasies, he never thought he would have been the kind of person to do such a thing. But far from his control, when he finally came, he turned his head to one side and screamed.
Well, yelled sounded less emasculating.
He clutched the fabric of Johnny's shirt tightly in his hands, and a wave of warmth washed over his body. Johnny was still moving against him, and Edgar's twitching movements were apparently appreciated. Johnny had closed his eyes and now seemed completely intent on what he was trying to accomplish.
Edgar took some deep gasping breaths and there was a strange taste in his mouth.
Johnny opened his eyes and looked down at him again, and with quick, jerky movements, again he pinned Edgar's hands down. Edgar's legs were still wrapped tightly around his body, and with each desperate thrust for friction, Edgar's entire body moved.
Tied down. Helpless.
Prey.
Another rush of heat across his body and the feeling of pinpricks. He leaned his head to one side and half-closed his eyes.
"Aaanh, yes..." He managed to say somehow. He could feel Johnny shudder at his words.
You would be so into bondage.
"Ah, I'm...I am..." Edgar leaned his head back and exposed his throat. Even after his release, it wasn't as if this contact wasn't pleasurable.
Then again, that's not exactly what you're getting off on, is it?
"You're..." Johnny leaned down and his motions slowed for a second, enough for him to catch his breath for a few seconds. He nipped at Edgar's neck and Edgar whimpered.
"A-ah, yes..." He flexed his fingers, and Johnny pressed down hard. The carpet began to sting the back of his hands, and at the slight pain he moaned again. "Just..."
Johnny again bit lightly at Edgar's exposed skin. Edgar again arched his body, raised his hips and ground against Johnny with a moan.
"You're mine..." Johnny's voice was soft, almost like a test. Edgar leaned his head back further, pressed himself against Johnny as best he could.
A rush of heat, and he felt himself shaking uncontrollably.
"Yes..." Just saying the words made Edgar shiver. Johnny pressed down on Edgar's wrists again, and this time the pain was more insistant, more real. It tingled through his whole body.
Johnny leaned back slightly, and very slowly moved against Edgar, savoring the friction and Edgar's attempts to speed the contact. Edgar looked up at him, this time definitely breathing hard.
Johnny hissed this time, and Edgar saw the glint in his eye. Fear made him shiver against Johnny, who smiled in response. "You're mine."
"Oh god, yes..." Just saying the words made him feel as if he was burning. Here he was, on his back, throat exposed, arms pinned, with his legs wrapped around his captor, and...
"You're completely and totally mine." Johnny's voice was breathy. "In every way."
"I-I'm yours..."
"Mine..."
"Control me..."
He meant for there to be another word, but it didn't come. Johnny stared down at him, the two still breathing hard.
He moved, and again the addictive sensation that was gone too soon.
"Please..."
Johnny didn't say anything, but this time again descended on that one sensitive spot on Edgar's neck. He bit him sharply this time and Edgar gasped in both pain and surprise. The sensation caused his lower body to jerk, his knees tightening their hold.
Edgar tried to move his arms, and Johnny gave him no leeway. When he tried to move, Johnny pushed him back down onto the floor, his body grinding against his in a way that made Edgar give a long drawn-out moan.
With each thrust Edgar's body rocked back, and his shirt began to bunch up near his shoulders. He could feel carpet burns across his back, but at that point he was not in the position to care.
As Johnny became more intent and more forceful as he ground his body against Edgar's, each consequetive push into the floor made his back burn. He grunted when he felt Johnny's nails dug into his wrists painfully.
Johnny pulled back when he came, his entire body shuddering violently. He gave a long, drawn out shaking moan, which was far more dignified then what Edgar had done in his own opinion. He closed his eyes and Edgar could feel his body shaking against him, muscles firing frantically.
Johnny collapsed on top of him at that point and his breathing was shaky and soft. His head rested on his shoulder, and Edgar tried to calm his own breathing. Johnny's hands slowly let go of Edgar's wrists, and he could move his arms again.
When his arms responded effectively, Edgar hugged Johnny to him and heard him taking in short, gasping breaths. He held onto him, and Johnny eventually reciprocated the contact. The two of them held onto one another, exhausted and emotionally drained.
And WOOO PORN. Frotteurism to be exact. HAHA I have to be different. Maybe whenever I get bored I'll just write porn in here or something.