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You Belong to Me	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(1)
an inverted move for capoeira.

Warning:
This is one of my first 'detailed' lime smut, and I'm really nervous
about it...XS Please let me know how I did. Should I never do a
smut scene again or do I have something to work with?

Chapter
6

July 15, 2006

Dear Da,

I know it's been a while
since I was able to fire off a letter to you—sorry about that.
Things got really busy here. I got really sick with a bad virus. I
missed three weeks of work because of it, and before you say
anything, I WAS on my death bed. The doctor even ordered me to stay
home and recuperate. You can't argue with a doctor.

Russell—I told you
about him in the last letter—took care of me. I really like
him and I'm sure you will too if you ever meet. He took a week off
from work in order to make sure I worked hard at getting better.
It's really shocking to me that he shows me so much concern. I just
never thought that someone who's not a blood relation would act like
that. I'm doing my best to not over analyze it, but it's hard.

Fletcher is my newest
friend. I think there's some connection or relation between Russell
and Fletcher, but they're not spilling the beans to me. He seems
like a good guy as well, and ever since that night at the club, he's
been hanging out and talking with me as much as Russell. The way
this guy chases after women...I'm amazed at his easy and laid back
nature. The women flock to him! How the hell (sorry about the
swear, but really...) does he do that! I'm keeping my eyes on him to
watch for any tips. Hehe.

Oh yeah, that girl
Paninya, she's been giving me a hard time too. No matter how good
I'm getting at speaking French, hers is a mystery to me. She talks
so fast that her words blend together into a mass of sound. I tried
to ask Russell to find out what she has against me, but she wouldn't
confide in him. I don't think I'll ever know what her issues are...

Okay, well I got
something huge to tell you about...but I'm not sure what you'll make
of it...*sigh*...Okay, so I told you about me joining the Capoeira
Club, and how much I really liked it...well while at the hospital
(Russell insisted that I go and make sure I didn't have pneumonia) we
ran into my instructor, Ling. There he proceeded to drop a HUGE
bombshell on me. Apparently, I am a natural in doing martial arts,
and he wanted to do extra training in various other types martial
arts as well, in order for me to compete at the World Championships
in L.A. in two years. Russell thinks this is great, of course, and
even volunteered to train me up some in boxing, his sport of choice.

What do you think?
Should I do this? It's a huge commitment on my part to become
wrapped up in this, plus I'll be back state side before the
tournament takes place. I'll have to save up my money so that'll
have a way to fly there. I don't know what to say to Ling, or
Russell, who continue to badger me daily to make a decision now that
I'm well.

Well, with that out of
the way...how's everyone back home? Is Patricia still going to send
some of her cookies? I hope so, my tummy is eagerly waiting *hint,
hint* HAHA!! I hope Mei Chang and Fu aren't driving you crazy with
their inane stories... I know you won't answer this...but how's
Winry?

Lots of love,

Edward.

- - - -

July 23, 2006

Dear Edward,

I'm glad to hear that
you have someone to lean on while away from home, Russell sounds like
a very trustworthy young man. I like him already. I am shocked to
hear that you were so sick. I hope you're on the mend now, and I
expect a full accounting in the next letter. I'm glad Russell had
the presence of mind to get you checked out.

It is possible for
people outside of blood relations to become as close as family. I
know that you have yet to truly experience this yet due to your shy
and introverted nature. Sometimes these 'chosen' family members
become closer then blood. Try your best to 'go with the flow' as Mei
Chang likes to say these days—really I wonder if we should
allow her to watch American TV...

This Fletcher sounds
like a proper rouge, but if you get any good tips...pass them along
my way! Oh, sorry about that, my attempt at humor might make you
cringe, but I am a man too you know.

So you're really going
ahead with learning to fight? I'm a little leery of this, but I will
support your decision whatever it may be. I'm thrilled to hear that
you're so good at it already. Do you remember when you were little
how you used to whine about not being good at anything? I think you
meant your failure to court Winry, but then you didn't want to be
involved in any extracurricular actives. Sports, school actives,
even friends. So, please peruse this whole heartily, and save your
money for your trip across America. I'll help out as I can.

I showed your letter to
Patricia, and she's whipping up a batch of your favorite cookies as
we speak. She sends her love, says to work hard at becoming a
champion.

Love,

Da.

- - - -

Groaning at the darkness
and the incessant 'beep, beep' of his alarm, Edward rolled over on to
his stomach, and smacked at his teal green alarm clock, giving him a
respite for a moment. So far getting up two hours earlier then was
necessary wasn't agreeing with him too well. He was sure, at least
according to Russell, that it would get easier...but he really loved
his feather bed and feather pillows.

Sighing, he sat back on
his heals, making the blankets pool around his behind, and rubbed the
sleep out of his eyes. Reaching over, Edward banged on off his
alarm, silencing it and slid out of bed. He wouldn't bother with a
shower until after his run. Flicking on the bathroom light, and
blinking at the harsh over head light, Edward pulled his hair into a
pony tail at the base of his neck. He started, and did a double take
when he noticed that it was getting quite long. It was now past his
shoulders, and could, if loose, touch his collar bone. He kind of
liked it.

Squeezing the toothpaste
onto his tooth brush, Edward scrubbed his teeth to help wake up, and
rinsed his mouth. That done, he swiped a hand across his chin; no
need to shave today. Pulling off his sleep tank top and shorts, he
threw them into the hamper in the bathroom, and padded back into the
bedroom. He pulled on his soccer shorts and old t-shirt that were
lying on top of his work out bag, and then scooped up the bag and
brought it out into the living room, placing it by the front door.

Double checking the
clock on the microwave, Edward saw that he had 5 more minutes before
Russell would be here. He padded back to the bedroom and got a pair
of socks and brought them back to the front door. Donning his
footwear, Edward hoisted the bag onto his shoulder and pulled his
keys off the hook by the door. Locking up behind him, he took the
stairs, making sure to walk quietly for his neighbors' sake's. By
the time he had come to the first floor, Edward could see the
familiar blue car, belonging to Fletcher, waiting outside.

Hurrying down the hall,
he pushed open the security doors, and waved at Russell behind the
wheel. Dumping his bag in the back, Edward climbed in the passenger
seat and grinned at his friend.

“Hey,”
Grunted Russell, still not very awake yet.

“Morning.”

“Let's
get this over with,” Russell grunted, putting the car in gear
and pulled away from the curb.

Edward nodded, not up to
much conversation either. For the past week and a half this had been
their routine. Wake up at 4:30, drive to the outdoor track, run and
do wind sprints, then head back to Russell's to shower, pick up
Fletcher, and head to work. Not until after their respective showers
did they feel alive enough to start talking with each other, and
Fletcher always had a lively story about some girl he was with last
night.

After work, Edward would
catch the metro and head to the club to train before class started.
Kicking and punching drills, stretching, push-ups, crunches; all of
it was within Ling's scope of conditioning to get Edward on a level
plane with the other two fighters on the team, Leo and Rick. Once
class had ended, Edward would stay on and train into the night to
leave at 10:30 pm, to head back home.

The grueling pace and
strain on his body, when he wasn't used to so much activity, meant
that a few times he had been caught at work dozing off. Between
Russell and Fletcher, they tried to look out for him as best they
could and kept a careful eye on Paninya.

As the summer drew to a
close, Edward saw a dramatic change in his once skinny body. His
overall muscle tone had greatly improved; he began to have six pack
abs, cut arms and corded thighs. Russell would say subtle things to
show how much he was enjoying the change, and Edward didn't mind
hearing it. These comments helped to make Edward feel confident
within his skin and body.

The fact that Russell
was the one delivering the complements, and that he was a boy didn't
even enter into his mind. He had almost forgotten the shocking
confession he'd received weeks ago. He just felt that as they became
closer friends it was natural that they would touch one another on
the shoulder or arm, so when Russell began to let his hand linger a
little longer then necessary on his shoulder at times, Edward didn't
think anything of it.

On the last day of
August, Russell and Fletcher both declared that they were going with
Edward to see his progress that night. Elated and a little nervous
to show off his new skills, Edward caught the metro after work, and
couldn't stop smiling at his friends seated across from him on the
molded plastic chairs on the train.

“Edward,
you're grinning like you just got a really good lay,” Fletcher
teased. “Anything we should know about?” his grin
stretched wide across his face.

“Eep!
No, I don't have time for girls now,” protested Edward,
blushing hard he looked at his hands.

“Not
even dreams of a certain blond woman?” asked Russell, watching
him intently for his answer.

“Oh...well
I always have time for dreams,” mumbled Edward as he looked out
the window, feeling decidedly uncomfortable talking about Winry near
Russell.

“Hmm...”
hummed Fletcher, watching the slight hint of hurt pass over Russell's
face. “This is our stop guys,” standing, he pushed past
Russell out into the aisle.

Grabbing his bag off the
floor, Edward followed behind Russell and Fletcher up to street
level. He got caught up in the milling crowd and lost sight of his
friends on the street. Turning around, he tried to spot their
clothes, or anything that seemed familiar.

“Edward!”
Russell waved over the heads of the crowd at him. Edward trotted
over to them, his bag bouncing against his thigh. “Stay close,
you might be a good fighter, but you're still small,” Russell
laughed at the small blond's sour expression.

“I
don't know Russell...it seems to me that he has grown somewhat. I
mean he only used to come up to here before,” Fletcher
indicated the spot on his chest just below his pectoral
muscle. Moving along side of Edward,
Fletcher measured his new height which was fast approaching his
collar bone, although Fletcher, at 5'10”, was smaller then
Russell's six feet.

“AH-HA!”
Edward pointed at Russell, grinning triumphantly. “And you
tried to make me believe I wasn't going to grow anymore. You almost
gave me a complex.”

Whistling his awe of
Edward's growth spurt, Russell headed out down the street in the
direction of the club. “It's not my fault you believe
everything you hear,” he chuckled, though his amusement didn't
touch his voice or face.

Edward jogged to catch
up with Russell in order to glare at him. “What's wrong with
you? You're acting all weird,” Edward studied his friend as
they walked.

“How
so?” asked Russell, looking down at him to stare into those
lovely whiskey-colored eyes.

“You
never call me small, in fact you always tell whoever said it to bug
off, basically,” Edward waved his free hand indicating the
'everyone else' in a vague way.

“Ah...there's
nothing wrong,” said Russell, nodding his understanding at
Edward's explanation. He looked down at his feet as they turned the
corner.

“Humph...you're
lying,” accused Edward, glaring again. He turned slightly,
looking over his shoulder at the beeping coming from Fletcher's
pocket.

“Am
not,” denied Russell, a smirk sliding across his face.

“Are
too!” accused Edward, looking up at him.

“Am
not!”

“Guys!
We got a problem, or...I do. I need your help,” whined
Fletcher from behind them. Both boys stopped their almost argument
and turned to see what was up. “I just got a text message from
her. What should I
do?”

“Huh,
'her' who?” wondered Edward, trying to peek at the phone in
Fletcher's hand.

“Let's
keep walking or else Edward will be late.” Russell turned back
around and continued down the street. “What's it say?”
asked Russell over his shoulder, trying to sound interested.

“She
wants to meet me...tonight.” Fletcher's eyes bugged out of his
head. He was staring intently at his phone re-reading the message
again and again.

“A
booty call?” wondered Russell, watching the street in front of
him.

“God,
I hope so!” breathed Fletcher, he clutched the phone to his
chest, and smiled at the sky.

“What's
this? Another girl?” Edward looked back to see Fletcher's
dreamy look.

“Not
just any girl,” Fletcher sighed, and didn't elaborate further.

Edward turned his gaze
to Russell, silently asking for him to fill him in on Fletcher's
strange behavior. Heaving his own sigh, Russell looked back once
more. “Fletcher...met this older woman a while back...and has
been gaa-gaa over her ever since.”

“But
all those girls he goes out with...” asked Edward.

“Are
his way of trying to forget her,” Russell finished.

“You
got to help me, what should I do?” Fletcher grabbed on to the
fabric of Russell's shirt, halting them as he danced in place.

“Man!
I don't know why you're even considering this; she FUCKED WITH YOUR
MIND!” Russell pointed at Fletcher's head, his voice rising
towards the end. He'd also like to know why he was so aggravated
right now.

“It
was a misunderstanding,” Fletcher murmured, taking a step back.
He watched Russell warily.

“Um,
guys...” Edward tried to stop the increasingly heated words
coming from both his friend's mouths. He reached out a hand, one to
each man, trying to distract them.

“How
do you misunderstand walking in, and seeing her with another man?”
demanded Russell. He gestured widely, his hands sweeping across his
body. The action of his limb crashed into Edward's outreaching hand,
sending it aside. “How do you misunderstand her stringing you
along? How do you misunderstand how she PLAYED you?”

“The
fuck is wrong with you today?” Fletcher spat back, frowning at
Russell, he crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't about to drag
this out on the street, and in front of Edward. Fletcher looked
across at the small blond, who was looking quite fearful of Russell's
venom.

“Nothing,
let's not talk about this right now,” Russell said dismissing
his outburst. He spun around and continued to walk down the street.

The rest of the walk was
quiet and sullen. Edward searched his mind trying to come up with
someway to lighten the mood. Each time he tried to speak the words
died on his lips. When they finally got to the club, he excused
himself quickly and headed towards the changing room. Looking back
over his shoulder just before he entered the room, he could see
Fletcher turn towards Russell. Turning away from them, he studied
his feet for a moment before pushing open the door to the men's
changing room.

- - - -

Running the towel across
his sweaty face, Edward looked around the front of the gym. With all
the people leaving from class, he couldn't make out if Russell and
Fletcher were still here. He was very curious to know what they had
said to one another after he left to change.

“Good
workout tonight. Your au batido (1) is looking much better,”
said Ling standing beside him. “Leo and Rick will be back
soon. They just got back from the tournament in Egypt. Both of them
got gold.”

“Wow.”
Edward's eyes widened.

“Yeah,
I need to get you into some tournaments for experience before we go
to L.A.,” said Ling, nodding at one of his students who was
standing discreetly off to the side, waiting for his chance to talk
with his instructor. Smiling at Edward, Ling moved away.

Left to himself until
the crowd left for the night, Edward scanned the crowd looking for
his friends. He finally caught sight of Fletcher standing out of the
way of a group of girls as they donned their foot wear, and smiling
at him. Frowning, Edward crossed the gym and leaned up against the
wall next to Fletcher.

“You
were really good. You make it look so friggin' effortless. I'm so
jealous,” Fletcher said as he looked down at Edward's shy
acceptance of the complement.

“Thanks...Ling
says I need to start going to tournaments soon. It's a little nerve
racking though. Um...so, Russell took off, didn't he?” asked
Edward, when he couldn't see the other man anywhere.

“Tch...yeah,”
Fletcher looked disgusted and peeved.

“Why?
What's eating him? When did he leave?”

“Right
after class started,” he said. Pushing away from the wall,
Fletcher turned so that he could face Edward and talk without being
overheard. “Listen Edward, there's a lot of history between
Russell and me. Sometimes...he just gets...perturbed, and he thinks
that he can take it out on me.”

“I
don't understand,” confessed Edward, combing his fingers
through his sweaty hair.

“Listen,
I'm not going to go into something that's not mine to tell. If
Russell wants to explain himself he will. I better take off now, you
got a few more hours of training to do.”

“Yeah,
listen, thanks for watching.” Edward didn't say it, but they
both knew that he meant that Fletcher had stayed.

“Yeah,
sure. I'll see you tomorrow.” Fletcher waved good-bye and
headed out the door.

- - - -

“You
have to go where?”
Fletcher asked, shocked.

“Greece.”
Edward was grinning. He was hoping he'd get a reaction like that,
and the chance to travel while in Europe was very appealing. Who
knows if, or when, he'd ever get back here once he was state side
again.

“When?”
inquired Fletcher before taking a sip of his hot mocha and licking
his lips.

“End
of the month.”

“Wow,
are you going to have enough cash for that?” asked Fletcher.
He was well aware of how little room Edward had when it came to his
finances.

“Yeah—I
don't know. Ling's got some cash from fund raising he can share
between me, Rick, and Leo, but it won't go that far. I'll have to
ask and see if my da can help out any.”

Fletcher sat back in the
café chair and stared at his coffee mug, in thought. “You
know...Russell's family has a cabin in Greece...you should find out
where you're headed, and see if Russell will let you use it,”
Fletcher suggested.

“Yeah,
I suppose.”

“Hey
guys, sorry I'm late,” Russell said as he pulled out the third
chair at the small table and sat down.

“Russell...Edward's
got some news. Tell him buddy,” Fletcher tilted his hand at
the small blond and sat back in his wire chair.

“I
gotta go to Greece at the end of September for a tournament,”
Edward said, looking down into his cup of tea. Russell hadn't told
him what was bothering him on the night he was suppose to watch his
class, but ever since, Edward had felt the need to try and be around
Russell as much as possible, somehow looking for ways to ease his
strange state of mind. He had begun to invite Russell over to his
apartment on his one day off from training so that he could keep an
eye on him, but sometimes Edward just felt...strange around him.

“No
way! Wow...my family's got a cabin on the outskirts of Athens.”

“You
don't say...”
Fletcher dead panned, a slow smirk inching across his face. “I
sense a party coming on.”

“What
do you mean?” Russell asked, raising an eyebrow at Fletcher.

“Let's
all go, you, me, Edward and the team, and bunk up in your cabin.
After the tournament we can get drunk and silly. We should invite
girls too.”

“But
we don't know where it is?” protested Edward, slightly frantic
about the prospect of all his friends mixing freely.

“I
don't care, I want a road trip!” Fletcher planted his hands on
the table top, and glared at the other two men.

Edward couldn't help
himself, and he started laughing at the strange face that Fletcher
was making. “Haha, alright, I'll get some more info about it,”
chuckled Edward.

- - - -

Edward cracked one eye
open and looked at his open bedroom door, trying to identify the
insistent banging that was echoing down the hallway outside.
Deciding that a lover's spat wasn't something he wanted to get
involved with, he rolled over and tried to ignore the noise. After
two more minutes of the racket, Edward sat up in a huff, looking at
his bedside table and the alarm clock to see that it was just after
midnight.

Sighing, he pulled the
covers back and trudged to the door, looking through the peep hole.
He gasped aloud. There was Russell, swaying like he was drunk,
banging on the neighbor's door across from his apartment. Throwing
the dead bolt, Edward opened the door and hissed at the man.
“Russell, what are you doing?”

Russell's hand stopped
mid bang. Tilting his head, he leaned in and seemed to be listening
through his neighbor's door. “Ed...war?” slurred Russell
as he swayed alarmingly.

“Idiot,
over here,” Edward hissed again, waving his arm to try to
attract his attention.

Russell seemed to fold
gracefully in two and got down on his knees and put his ear to the
crack at the bottom of the door. “Edwar? What ar' you doin'
down there?”

Rolling his eyes, Edward
crossed the hallway and hooked his arm under Russell's tugging him to
his feet. The inebriated man rolled his head to look at him and a
weak smile spread across his face.

“Edwar,
how di'you get ou'here?” slurred Russell, falling into Edward's
small frame.

“Phew.”
Turning his head away as Russell got too close, Edward could smell
the noxious fumes of alcohol. “What have you been drinking?”

“Edwar,
Edwar...I've been drinkin' alsohol,” Russell tisked and shook
his head, giving the prefect imitation of someone trying to be
patronizing, but in Russell's case, failing miserably.

“No
shit, Sherlock.” He nudged the man towards his open apartment
door. Russell giggled loudly, making Edward cringe for his
neighbor's ears. A door down the hall cracked open, and an elderly
woman shot daggers at them for the racket. “Sorry,”
hissed Edward, shoving his friend towards this apartment.

Russell tripped over the
small bump on the floor as he crossed the threshold, and fell heavily
into the porch. Rolling his eyes again, Edward dragged the heavy
body far enough into the hall for him to close the door. Turning the
dead bolt, he leaned back into the door and watched the still form
sprawled in his porch.

“Russell?”
whispered Edward. Stepping over the gangly limbs, he leaned down by
Russell's face. Russell was watching him kneel down. “Can you
get up without falling on your ass and making a lot of noise?”

“Suuuureee
I caaaaann,” said Russell, giggled again and he pushed on the
floor, raising himself onto his hands and knees. Shuffling forward,
he headed toward the bedroom.

“No,
the couch, the couch!” growled Edward, tugging on the arm
closest to him, trying to divert him away from his wonderful bed.
Russell was much to heavy too do more then make him pull off course
slightly. About half way to his room, Edward gave up and let the
drunken man have his way.

Russell giggled loudly
again, rolling over on to his ass to look up at Edward standing over
him with his arms crossed over his chest. “Edwar...guess
wha'?” Russell drawled.

“What?
Do I even want to know?” he wondered, glaring down his nose at
the drunk. He was not really in the mood to drag this out any
longer. His training last night had been hard, and he was tired, his
back ached, and he could feel about a dozen new bruises threatening
to sprout up all over his body. Thank God, that tomorrow was Sunday
and he didn't have to be anywhere or train. Entertaining a hung over
Russell didn't sound like a fun time for Edward.

Russell hooked his
finger at him. “Down hereeee!”

“Tch,”
Edward bent down stiffly, resting his knees on the wooden floor.

Giggling again, Russell
shifted closer, sitting almost on top of the smaller blond. “I'm
horny,” he broke out in to fits of laughter, rolling back onto
his back.

Massaging his temples,
and praying for patience, Edward sat back on his bum and folded his
legs in front of him. “You're talking shit now. I think it's
'bout time to sleep it off, eh?”

“No,
no, wait...Edwar...I got somethin' else to say.” Russell
rolled to his side and tried to focus on Edward's face. “I
can't wait to go to Greece with you.”

“Great...now
do you want to sleep? I do,” Edward mumbled the last bit, his
eyes were drooping.

Russell suddenly wilted.
His head dropped to the floor with a thunk and he rolled onto his
back.

Quirking an eyebrow at
him, he wondered if Russell's head would have a lump on it in the
morning. He tried to remember if he had any Tylenol left, but
couldn't recall right off. Sighing for what felt like the hundredth
time, Edward pushed to his feet and reached out a hand to Russell.
The prone man blinked at him uncomprehending through his messy blond
hair. Gritting his teeth, Edward reached down and clasped his wrist
and heaved him on to his bum. Throwing his arms around Russell's
torso, he somehow got Russell upright again.

Edward squeaked as
Russell's large frame leaned on him, bending him backwards painfully.
He had to tighten his hold on Russell chest just to make sure they
didn't fall over in a heap. All of a sudden, Edward was being pushed
backwards towards his room. Russell's arm tightened around him,
stopping any half formed ideas of escape.

“Edwar...”
breathed Russell against the boy's neck. “God, you so
FUCKIN'...” reaching up with one of his hands, Russell bushed
aside the hair on Edward's neck, and dipped down, swiping his tongue
up the side of his neck to capture an ear lobe.

Edward gasped at the
instant thrill that raced down his spine and went straight to his
groin at the warm lips and tongue nibbling on his ear.

Russell's hands began to
roam across the muscled back of the small blond, kneading the tight
and sore kinks he found there, unknowingly making Edward melt.
“...hot,” Russell finally finished his sentence, as he
released his hold on the ear lobe. Spinning Edward around, Russell
backed him up into the edge of the bed. He could just make out the
flash of those whiskey-colored eyes in the light from the street, and
felt his groin twitch in response.

“Russell...um,
you should sleep now, okay?” Edward suggested, trying to
distract him from what was happening now, and distract himself from
what his groin was telling him it wanted from Russell. If he could
do that, then he was sure the other man would quickly forget about
this. The backs of his legs met the edge of the bed. Looking up
into Russell's face, Edward's eyes widened as he was pushed
forcefully backwards, bouncing a bit from the force of it.

Swinging his legs over
his head, Edward rolled over his head and sat in the middle of the
bed, warily watching for Russell's next move. His body was humming
with remembered sensations, and he reached up a hand to wipe his ear
hoping to banish the feeling of Russell's surprisingly soft mouth
from his ear. In an incredibly fast move for a drunken man, Russell
launched himself at Edward's chest, bowling him over and pinning him
to the bed.

Bucking his body, Edward
tried to throw him off the side of the bed, but Russell's greater
size and weight meant that all he could do was press himself more
firmly to the drunk man on top of him, eliciting a throaty groan from
Russell.

“Jesus,
Edward,” Russell cursed, sounding more sober. “You're
going to make me lose it.” He bent his head to the side and
resumed his suckling on Edward's ear.

“Ah!”
Edward lost himself then, withering under Russell as another jolt
traversed his spine and pooled in his enlarging groin. Russell's
hands were everywhere, slipping under his shirt and twilling his
nipples between his fingers, to trail down his ribs and fondle his
hip, skirting his most needy area. Russell's other hand threaded
through his hair holding the back of his head and lifting it towards
Russell's searching mouth and tongue.

Edward arched again as
Russell bit down on the throbbing pulse in his neck and suckling the
spot to ease the pain. His hands held onto Russell's broad back, as
he sought to anchor himself somehow from the overload of sensation
after sensation that coursed through him. His groin shouted for
attention, and Edward rubbed his hips into the other man's pelvis,
seeking friction.

Moaning around the skin
in his mouth, Russell ground back. He thrust his leg between
Edward's and spread his legs, making room for him to lying in between
them. Lining up their erections, Russell threw his head back at the
thrill of meeting the obviously excited man below him with his
clothed penis. Dry humping had never felt this good.

Edward thrust back, he
had no experience at this and it showed, but both boys didn't care to
complain as their heated breaths mingled. He was so close, Edward
could feel the tightening of his balls as his climax got closer.
Sweat beaded on his brow, and his face flushed. Russell's pace was
increasing in response to Edward's frantic pawing at his back.

Russell leaned back in
and captured the neglected ear and ran his tongue up the shell before
thrusting his tongue into Edward's ear channel in a simulation of
penetration. Edward gave a shout and came in his pajamas, the
growing warmth making Russell follow quickly, spilling his seed into
his underwear and jeans.

Russell collapsed on top
of the small blond, partially burying him under his body, in his post
orgasmic bliss. Edward didn't complain at the heavy weight on top of
him, as he sought to calm his breathing and sort out what had just
happened. He couldn't believe how crazy this whole thing was, and on
top of that, how great if had felt.

Rousing himself, Russell
somehow managed to stand up and pulled his soiled pants down,
underwear and all, discarding them to places unknown in the dark.
Despite what had just happened, Edward turned his head away,
embarrassed. Climbing back onto the bed, Russell yanked Edward's
pajama bottoms off and threw them over his shoulder.

“Wait!”
yelped Edward, covering himself from view.

Unperturbed, Russell
pulled off his shirt and tugged the sheets out from under Edwards
body. Flopping down on the pillows, he pulled the blankets over top
both their bodies and pulled a still freaked out Edward to his chest.
With a mighty sigh, Russell passed out.

Edward blinked at the
naked chest in front of his face. His brain seemed to have taken a
vacation, because he couldn't see how he had gotten in this
situation. The utter craziness of the whole thing...it's true that
they had become closer, but this close? Edward shifted, testing
Russell's hold on him. The arm around his shoulders slid off easily
and he scooted to the end of the bed and slid off to sit on the
floor. Peering over the edge of the bed at the softly snoring
Russell, Edward wondered what would happen now that they had 'crossed
the line' from friendship to...whatever this was, and would Russell
even remember?

Padding over to his
dresser, Edward pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and slipped them
over his hips. He then went into the bathroom and pulled out an
extra blanket from the linen closet, and took it with him to the
couch. After fluffing the couch pillow and shaking out the blanket,
Edward finally settled down and stared at the ceiling.

His mind replayed the
event over and over. Was there anything he could have done to stop
it? Had he wanted to stop it? He should have been able to fight him
off...shouldn't he? The way Russell's lips had felt on his neck and
ear had been amazing, and his body started to react to the mental
images he was supplying. Shifting under his blanket, Edward frowned
at the ceiling. How could he be horny after that? Resolutely
ignoring his body's demands for pleasure, Edward rolled over onto his
side, and willed himself to sleep.

-- To be continued --

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