Virus check arunnin, internet is down. I could write something substantial or I could just write some shameless smut. WHAT A HARD DECISION.
Better question is what kind of smut to write. I kind of feel like writing Seme!Edgar as a change of pace, but it's hard ta pull that off what with his passiveness and such. Hmm. And Nny's always topping from the bottom anyway. Eh, let's see where this takes me. I hope this virus check doesn't take too long.
Hahaha, my creative skills limited to vague porn type things. I'm fantastic.
Let's see...

Normally he tried not to think in the shower.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. He tried not to think about unpleasant things in the shower. Daydreams were fine. Going over his daily schedule, fine. Organizing his responsibilities, the bills, the small things, all fine. Even the occasional flight of fancy was fine with him.
However, he did not like having deep thoughts in the shower. He didn't really consider it the place for such contemplation.
Is that it? Scriabin sounded lazy again. Is that what you're wondering about? I'd say you just don't like thinking about things in general, but that's not as much fun as pointing out something I've found rather obvious and telling.
What is it now? Edgar held his face beneath the stream of water and closed his eyes. As he had found out, the sensation of water around his scars was unique and strange. He couldn't precisely call it pleasant, but it was addictive in a strange way.
I could dodge around the issue or I could say it straight out. What could have more impact? By the way, do you think this is a good idea?
What's a good idea?
Taking a shower with him here.
Why? What could happen?
Edgar, ANYthing could happen. He's insane. Remember?
Edgar just sighed.
But at any rate...I think I'll favor the blunt approach here. It seems to work well enough sometimes. Edgar, you haven't jerked off in weeks.
Edgar promptly knocked over all of the bottles in the small caddy hanging from the shower head. He scrambled to upright them and not snort water at the same time, as the stream was still focused on his head.
You make it so much fun. Seriously. It's like teasing a schoolgirl.
What the #%$& is wrong with you?! Edgar's face was burning with what he knew was embarassment, although he hated that. What kind of thing is that to say?
It's the truth. It will set you free. He could hear Scriabin smiling.
Ugh, God, what's wrong with you.
Hahaha, you're asking ME that question? You're the one who can't even think of touching himself anymore.
Shut up!
And you know whyyyy? Scriabin had added an exceptionally irritating singsong tone to his voice.
It's none of your business-
You're afraid that you'll think of hiiim. Scriabin sang softly. You're afraid that you'll call his name and then you'd really be gay for sure-
SHUT UP
It's true-
God just SHUT UP
Edgar was panting hard and he had his arms held out against the wall to support his weight. The water poured down over the back of his neck and shoulders. He was glaring at something, although when he thought about it it wasn't any one thing in particular.
He heard the door click.
"Edgar?"
Oh %$&#
"Nny, I'm in the shower!" Edgar called out quickly. He considered for a second reaching for the towel thrown over the clouded glass door, but then realized that it'd get soaked in seconds. And that would also seem kind of suspicious. "Just give me a few minutes!"
He didn't hear anything else over the rush of water. Still nervous, Edgar turned back to the same wall he tended to stare at while taking his showers. He began to adjust the position of the bottles in their caddy without purpose.
You just have to do something with your hands.
Edgar winced visibly at the return of Scriabin's voice. Go away.
Oh, like that's ever worked.
I hate you.
And that is more effective...how?
There was a loud sound that could only be the shower door opening. Edgar instinctively whirled around just in time to see Johnny standing there completely naked with an intensely murderous look on his face.
For reasons that Edgar could never explain in retrospect, the first and immediate concern for him was to try and hide himself. Again he thought of the towel, but that was too close to Johnny now, so he just turned around again. He had spun rather quickly and ended up completing almost a full circle at an unwise speed in such a slick and wet area. He ended up running into the wall and upsetting the shampoo bottles again. Again he tried to clean them up and realized that he had been talking the entire time.
"Oh God hold on, I'm not really okay hold on, just give me a second I have to- oh #$^$-"
And yet, the most important question of "what are you doing?" has yet to come out of your mouth.
He heard the shower door close and he felt an intense and sudden rush of fear. It was hard to think and he was shaking quite hard. He knew that look on Johnny's face and it could only mean trouble.
You're still blushing. I think there's an emotion in here that you haven't included.
He was silent. Edgar didn't dare turn around to look at him or see his reaction to what he was doing.
I can't believe he's doing this why on earth would he do this what does he think he's doing jesus christ I'm in the shower for christ's sake what on earth could he want
Hmm, let's think. You're naked and wet. What could he possibly do? Well, I'm out of ideas!
That sudden realization stopped Edgar cold. It was enough to motivate him to speak again.
"Nny, what are-, what are you doing, this is-, this is-, this is really awkward..."
Awkward. Yeah.
The shower was still running. No response.
Edgar was beginning to panic.
You can't get out of here. Not without pushing past him. Why didn't you lock the bathroom door? I told you this was a bad idea.
Something touched his back and he jumped. Before he could react any further, he felt fingers curl tightly in his hair. His head was jerked back, then slammed forward into the wall tiles.

The first thought, before the pain, that came to him was concern over whether or not this would dent the tiles and need repair. After that, the blinding pain quickly wiped out any kind of rational thought.
"Uunnh-!"
He would have slid to his knees if something hadn't kept him upright. Johnny's hand was still holding tightly onto his hair, and his other pressed against the wall beneath one of his arms, propping him up. Edgar was pressed against the wall and he was positive his head was bleeding. The tile was cold and there was a thick cloud spreading over his brain.
He could feel Johnny close to him, although he wasn't precisely sure at that point. He could feel the water spattering off of his body. He wanted to fall down, wanted to rest, but he couldn't find the power. Johnny held him upright.
He could finally speak. His tongue moved slowly and awkardly. "Nn...Nny, what are you..."
Johnny closed his arm around his chest, pulled him away from the wall. Edgar couldn't really see much of anything at that point, so he couldn't judge whether or not he had done any damage. Johnny still had a painful hold on his hair.
They stumbled away from the wall and Johnny held Edgar's face beneath the water stream. There was no chance that he was trying to drown Edgar, but there was no other motivation that was readily apparent.
Consciousness was trying to stay. Edgar slumped back against Nny, let his head fall against his shoulder. The fingers in his hair loosened and he felt something touch his face. He felt a dull ache as they touched the wound above his eye.
He felt something pressing into his back.
This isn't going well, I would say.
Edgar wasn't particularly in the state of mind to protest or to deny what was happening.
Unh, that's...t-that's...
Yes it is, Edgar. Yes it is. I didn't think he was serious.
"Wake up."
First thing he had said since calling his name. He could feel the water beating against his chest, and Johnny attempted to steady him on his feet. The throbbing in Edgar's head had lessened slightly, but he still would have prefered to lie down. Just for a few minutes, definitely, but he really wanted to lie down. Slowly coherent thought was returning. Not as quickly as he would have liked, but it was returning.
"W-what...what are you doing...?"
"You ask so many questions." Johnny rested his hand on Edgar's hip. "Do you care?"
"W-what...?" Edgar still wasn't thinking as clearly as he would have liked.
Johnny took hold of Edgar's chest and held him close. Edgar didn't particularly resist, as he was still having some issues standing on his own power. The water was making it hard to think.
"Are you awake?"
"Y-yeah I guess..."
"I didn't mean to hit you that hard. That was an accident." No apology. "You should get back to normal soon."
"O-okay..."
"Can you tell me what you want?"
At that moment, Edgar wanted to lie down. And he was pretty sure he could convey that in words if he tried. "Yeah I guess..."
It was a few quick seconds. Amidst the water droplets trailing down his stomach he felt a glancing fingertip. He didn't have time to gasp.
Edgar was methodical. He didn't think when he spent those few moments in the shower for relief. It was the physical sensation that mattered, not the mental associations. He had a method. It was efficient.
Johnny did not know this method and there was no way that he could. He simply touched. He didn't grab and he didn't pump or anything. He just touched, almost in curiousity.
Edgar tried very hard not to make any noise. He wasn't sure why. He caught his breath everytime he thought he would say something, anything, and as a result he ended up breathing jerkily. Short planitive sounds cut off almost immediately, replaced with a quick release of breath and a gasp.
"Do you want this?"
Edgar couldn't respond. Johnny's fingers touched softly, explored, then vanished. The minute he stopped, Edgar found words again.
"Unnh, don't...yes..."
"Do you trust me?"
He always asks you. You never answer.
The headache was fading. Something else had taken its place. "Y-yes..."
There was that brief struggle, the voice that said this was wrong and he shouldn't let this happen, and that he should make it clear that this was Not Acceptable, but it was very quickly overpowered. The water was making his skin more sensitive then he had noticed.
"Are you sure?"
Johnny pressed tightly against his back. "Mmf..."
There was a moment of panic when he felt the initial touch. It was quick and powerful and his heart leapt into his throat. "Ah, I..."
Edgar leaned forward. He felt dizzy and sick. His hands slapped against the tile and he stared down at the drain. He was too weak to get away from this situation. He couldn't move.
But then again, you don't want to get away, do you? You're just scared because you don't know what will happen. You don't know how you'll react. This is something out of your control and that's what scares you. But now you've got nowhere to run. And you don't want to run.
I'm scared...
Don't look for sympathy from me. There are a million other times this could have happened, better times, better places, and certainly with more of a hold on what you're doing.
I don't know...
"Are you sure?"
Edgar couldn't look back at him. He stared down at the drain hard and saw water dripping from his hair. He felt Johnny's hands slide down his back, following his spine. He shivered violently.
"I-I'm as...ready as I'll ever be..."
It was addictive. He knew it. That rush, that sudden warm feeling and then gone so quickly. So addictive. He was so close.
Edgar wanted to believe that if he asked him to, Johnny would have stopped. On second thought, maybe he did.
Johnny's hands settled around his hips and he felt it again. With it came that surge of panic, fear.
He exhaled long and low.
Edgar expected a sudden sharp pain. He expected a very sharp, painful thrust. It just seemed logical to him. He didn't know any of the details. He just expected it to hurt, he expected it to be quick, and he expected it not to stop until one of them was satisfied. Instead he felt a very careful nudging, caution.
He had been correct about there being pain. Not was much as he thought, but definitely pain. It distracted from his headache, which in a strange way he was grateful for.
He took in a deep sharp breath. He could feel Johnny's body closer to his own, and then felt his hands again. They touched softly, and that was an effective distraction.
"Ah...!"
Deeper.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Neither can I.
Edgar leaned his head back. The water just hit his forehead, the rest arcing over him to hit his back.
And like he had expected, there was a sudden jerk. A real thrust this time, and Edgar gasped quite sharply.
"Aah-!"
Johnny made some noise that Edgar didn't hear. He felt hands slide across his arms and he could see them settle on top of his own. Johnny face now was beside his own and he could hear him breathing hard.
"N-nny..." He whispered. He wanted to say more but it was hard enough to breath as it was. He clenched his teeth and hissed again with Johnny thrust into him. He then found he bit his tongue.
The metallic taste was barely noticed.
He let his body rock with the next motion entirely, felt his body move and adjust to the sudden presence and its disappearance. He let out another shaky gasp.
He felt his hand slip for a few seconds. Johnny's caught it, held it back in place and Edgar stayed on his feet for a few more seconds. He arched his back and found himself pushing against him in time, trying to reach deeper. He didn't know why or what he was trying to accomplish, but he wanted to do it. He didn't think.
He could feel something just outside of his grasp. That building heat that he knew meant it was coming, but then it would fade during those short moments. He was close. That was all that mattered now.
He leaned his head back, his eyes closed.
"Aaanh, harder..."
He couldn't believe the words had come out of his mouth. But he could feel Johnny's surprise.
But he knew he was close, there was something so close. He had to reach it, he had to. At this point he could think of little else.
Johnny did oblige, although he had to reposition his feet slightly. Edgar equally adjusted as well, setting his feet against the walls of the indentation that made the shower basin and leaning forward further. He leaned his head against the wall and let the tile cool his forehead. He didn't realize how hot he was.
There, that was it. Something. Edgar gasped loudly and forced out a word between breathless moans. "Ah, there, there..."
He heard Johnny take a sharp breath. Edgar almost felt his feet slip at the next thrust into him and he braced himself. "Nnnn...!"
It felt like his body was waking from a long sleep. He tingled all over, although he guessed that might have still been from the shower running. Another push against the wall, his arms recoiling. Johnny was breathing hard along with his motion.
"Oh God..." Edgar found his voice rather high. "Unnnh, God, yes there...there...!"
The rhythm sped and Edgar matched it eagerly. He felt his breath coming faster and his gasps gained an increasingly louder volume. He sucked in air desperately.
"Nnnn!" A particularly pleasurable touch and fingers raked across his skin. He could feel the rush of heat come over him and without thought he spoke again. "Haa-! A-ah, haa, Nny..."
He could feel the skin against his own quivering and a response.
"Hnnn, E-edgar...!"
Edgar pushed away from the wall, threw his head back. His mouth opened but no sound came out.
The pleasurable rush that was over all too soon. Immediately afterwards Edgar felt dizzy and sick again, and he found himself again leaning against the wall, more to support himself then for any other reason.
He took several deep breaths, made more incoherent vowel sounds, tried to think. The fact that Johnny was still thrusting into him with some vigor made this difficult.
"Nny..." Edgar found the name coming from him without thought and at the sound, he felt a tightness in his chest. He closed his eyes and grunted as he felt himself being pushed against the wall. "I..."
The claws dug sharply into his shoulders at that point and Edgar couldn't help but give out a soft cry of pain. Johnny made a noise that almost resembled a squeak and then there was a peculiar sensation inside his body.
Johnny pulled himself free and rested his hands on Edgar's back. He could feel him wobbling back and forth, and without the support, Edgar gladly sunk to the tile floor of his shower.
Johnny soon joined him. When he fell, Edgar found his arms were open and waiting. They were both still soaking wet as Edgar rested Johnny's head against his chest. Johnny was almost entirely limp, but when Edgar pulled him closer, he did reciprocate the gesture.
"Nh...Edgar..."
It was a soft whisper that Edgar almost could not hear.
And WOO SHOWER PORN darn it I need some sleep. I'm a filthy pervert.