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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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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Disclaimer:
I don't own Sabrina or Fullmetal Alchemist.

Big
thanks goes out to ZaKai for taking time out of her busy schedule to
beta this for me XD

Just
a general note on the fighting style for this fic. Edward fights in
a mixed martial arts style that includes grappling and take downs as
part of the point structure. While I do Tae Kwon-do, I have no
knowledge about any rules or tournaments held outside this martial
art, so any rules and regulatory items I bring up will be based on
TKD, or maybe a bit of boxing, and not any real world knowledge or
UFC (ultimate fighter championship). I own these fictional
tournaments! XD

(1)
my sensei actually did this at a school demo...like for real o.O

Chapter
7

Russell shifted under
the single sheet covering his lower body, and burrowed into the too
soft pillow. The damn sunlight was hitting him full on in the face.
It was much too bright for his state of mind, and he mentally
commanded the light to go somewhere else. NOW. YESTERDAY even.

When the sunlight didn't
make any move to obey his wishes, he rolled over and lifted the other
pillow over his head, and drifted back into oblivion.

- - - -

Jerking awake, Edward's
groggy mind tried to piece together why he was sleeping on the couch
and not his bed. Plus, he had just had the strangest dream about a
cat teaching him how to fight. Okay, so the cat was a really good
teacher, but still, the dream was strange.

Bracing his hands under
him, Edward pushed up, lifting his chest off the couch to peer bleary
eyed out the window at the bright sunny day. Swinging his legs over
the side of the couch, Edward took a moment to rub his face, removing
the sleep from his eyes.

Bunching
the blanket at the foot of the couch, Edward padded across the wooden
floor in his bare feet, towards the kitchenette. Puling open the
cupboards, he got a bowl down, filling it with cereal, and milk. He
brought it back with him to the couch and turned on the TV to watch
some silly French children's show. Somehow, it was how he picked up
French best, watching these cartoons. He
had to turn up the television in order to hear it over his crunchy
cereal. He lifted the spoon up to his mouth and chewed absently
while grunting his amusement at the antics of the characters on the
screen.

“Gods,
Edward are you trying to kill me?” Russell shouted over the
noise of the television, he held on to his throbbing head.

“JESUS!
FUCK!” Edward threw his bowl full of cereal across the room in
fright, where it landed in a clatter of porcelain against wood.
Whirling around, he was confused at Russell's presence in his bedroom
with only a towel wrapped around his waist looking very much like a
truck had run over him.

“Ed,
please...the TV.” Russell winched at Edward's outburst and the
subsequent noise from the bowl's landing.

Frowning, Edward reached
for the remote and muted the television. Now he remembered, Russell
had come over drunk last night and then...shit! What now? He could
feel the heat blooming over his face and neck, and he adverted his
eyes, no longer sure where to look.

“Thanks.”
Russell blinked, and turned around, shuffling back into Edward's
room.

Leaning to the side,
Edward watched open mouthed as Russell climbed back into his bed,
throwing off the towel to resume sleeping. Chewing on his lip, he
tried to figure out what he should do now. He was still watching the
sleeping form, Russell's bare ass clearly visible, and chewing on his
lip. He drew in a deep breath and held it for as long as he could
before releasing it through his mouth.

He crept across the
floor winching at each creak and crack of the floorboards as he moved
towards his room. First thing, cover Russell. Next, find Russell's
clothes and wash them for him, or maybe he should shower first. Naw,
he'd just throw on some lounge pants. He didn't want to disturb
Russell again. How on Earth could he have forgotten that he was
here?

He paused mid step as
the floor cracked loudly beneath his weight. He squeezed his eyes
close, waiting for Russell's protests. After many tense moments with
nothing happening, Edward cracked one eye and then the other. The
slumbering man was in the same position and didn't look like he had
moved. He continued his slow advance to his bedroom, and as soon as
he crossed the threshold, he began to scan the floor for Russell's
discarded clothing. He spotted Russell's shirt hanging off his
closet door and the man's pants peeking out from under the bed. Tip
toeing his way around the bed he snatched them up along with a clean
pair of work out pants, he threw a corner of the sheet over Russell's
bum, and dashed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

By the time Russell woke
up maybe he could sort out what, or how, he should act around him
now.

- - - -

As the day wore on, his
wash done and his cereal mess cleaned up, Edward lazed about on the
couch watching the television quietly. It was going on two in the
afternoon, and Russell still hadn't gotten up. He really needed to
use the washroom, and shower. He worried his thumb nail between his
teeth as he wondered if he should wait until Russell got up or say
'to hell with it'.

After a few more moments
of struggling with a full bladder, Edward got up and walked, none to
softly either, over to his closed bedroom door. He cracked the door
and peered into the room. Russell was sprawled across the bed, and
was thankfully covered by the sheet. He crossed the room toward the
washroom, and closed the door, making sure to lock it.

He turned the taps in
the bath and adjusted the temperature of the water until it was
something he could stand. Pulling the leaver, the water came pouring
out of the shower spout and down into the tub. Tugging the curtain
closed, Edward turned striped off his clothes, taking a moment to
relieve his needy bladder. Stepping inside the hot spray, Edward
sighed in contentment. He took his time in the shower, not wanting
to walk back into his room for the moment.

Throughout
the afternoon, he had been going over all that had happened last
night. The only thing that he knew for sure was that, he was not
freaked out by what had happened. Russell's sex, that is, being a
male, didn't faze him at all; which was really surprising to him. He
supposed that one would normally be pissed off or maybe offended by
what Russell had done, but for him he wasn't.

Squeezing a large glob
of shampoo onto his hand, Edward lathered up his hair, pilling it a
top his head. He worked his strong hands through his scalp working
the suds around. Leaving the shampoo for the moment, he picked up
the bar of soap and started scrubbing his body.

Edward paused. Did he
just hear a loud bang? Rinsing his head of shampoo, Edward hurried
to get out of the shower. As soon as the water was shut off, he
could hear muffled foot steps and cursing. Pulling a towel out of
his linen closet, he wrapped it around his waist and opened the door.
The steam billowed out around him. He scanned the room for Russell,
but it was empty.

Suddenly all his anxiety
about how to act around Russell was gone. If he lost his only
friend, he might go back into his shell and he didn't want that. He
wasn't strong enough to stand on his own yet. Hurrying across the
room, he stopped in his bedroom door way.

Russell turned around to
look at him. He was dressed in his freshly washed clothes, standing
at the half open door with his hand on the knob, looking very
disgusted with himself.

“Where're
you going?” asked Edward, slightly panicked. He ignored the
water running down his body, and the fact that he was dressed only in
a towel.

Russell's head whipped
around at the sound of Edward's voice. His eyes widened as he looked
at Edward and the state he was in. Much to his own disgust, he
really enjoyed what he was seeing. He dropped his gaze to the floor
and frowned at himself for being so crass in a situation like this.
“I'm sorry,” Russell mumbled, shaking his head at
himself.

“For
what?” Edward took a step into the living room, leaving wet
footprints behind him.

Russell's jaw worked, as
he tried to find the best way to answer. He couldn't remember
everything he had done last night, well, not the details anyway, but
he knew he crossed the line. He clenched the still open door knob
tight in his hand. He was so stupid. Edward was probably pissed as
hell at him.

“Russell?”
Edward took a few more cautious steps towards his friend. “I
don't want you to go.
Please stay,” Edward begged. He hated to see the distress on
Russell's face.

“Wha—you
want me to stay?” Russell's head snapped up and looked over at
the wet, worried looking Edward standing a few feet away.

“It's
Sunday,” Edward mumbled as if that explained everything. They
always hung out on Sunday's.

Chuckling softly under
his breath, Russell closed the door to the apartment. The relief was
palpable. He wasn't going to be turned away, or be called any number
of horrible names. “Right. Go get dressed then.”

Edward broke out into a
huge grin and spun around, running back into his room and slamming
the door. Yes! He still had a friend! Running around his room he
tried to dry off and get dressed simultaneously. He'd show Russell.
He'd make him understand.

- - - -

The promenade was full
of families and children enjoying the warm late afternoon sunshine.
No one paid much attention to the two young men strolling in their
midst. Nor did they notice how the taller of the two was looking
very upset, trying valiantly to hide this from the smaller youth.

“So,
where should we go next?” Edward asked, turning back to grin at
Russell. Russell had been mostly quiet the whole walk down here, so
the pressure was on him to fill in the awkward silence. Something he
was not good at.

“Edward...”
began Russell.

“Yeah?”
Edward stopped walking and tilted his head at his friend.

“Talk
to me, please?” begged Russell, no longer able to take the
dancing and tip toeing around the thing they most needed to talk
about.

“I
thought I was?” Edward made his statement into a question. He
looked worriedly up at Russell, wondering if maybe he'd said
something he shouldn't have. He was pretty sure that all the inane
things he'd talked about would be considered 'safe' in light of what
happened.

“About
last night, not about the weather,” said Russell, with a hint
of amusement in his voice. The small smile on his lips vanished as
the seriousness of the situation settled heavily on him making him
somber again.

“Oh...”
Edward's shoulders slumped. So Russell really did want to talk
about that. But, really he didn't have a clue about what to say now.

“Come
here, let's sit.” Russell led the way to a park bench under a
large oak tree away from the crowds of people. He sat on one side of
the bench and looked expectantly at Edward, standing on the path.

Edward couldn't help it;
his heart was fluttering within his chest. He swallowed, took a deep
breath to try and calm his nerves, and then forced his feet to move.
He sat down beside the other bench arm, but the seat was small to
begin with so they were almost touching thighs. Edward dug his
elbows into the tops of his knees and stared at the ground, unable to
meet Russell's intense and searching gaze.

“Edward...do
you know why I was out drinking last night?” asked Russell, his
voice seemed quite distant and thoughtful.

“No,”
returned Edward, keeping his eyes on the gravel path before them.

“Hmm...well,
you've been asking about me and Fletcher, well we used to be...”
Russell trailed off, thoughtful. Edward looked sidelong as Russell
searched for someway to explain. Russell flicked his gaze over to
Edward's curious face and then back to the park. “We used to
be together. As a couple.”

Edward's eyebrows raised
in surprise. He had not been expecting that. A couple eh? But
Fletcher was into women, wasn't he?

“And
then he met this girl, Riza, and it ended...” Russell frowned.
The corner of his eyes tightened with the pain of that night. The
shouting and yelling, the harsh words they each had thrown at one
another... “Badly. It wasn't until just after you came here
that we were able to talk and hang out again.”

“How
did you know about what Riza did then?” Edward asked, sitting
upright and pressing his back in to the back of the bench. Hadn't
Russell said that Fletcher had walked in on Riza with someone.

“Tch,
he came to me and told me all about it. I didn't want to hear it,
but somehow I thought that maybe, if I was a good friend, he'd come
back to me.” Russell looked over across the promenade, unable
to meet Edward's searching eyes. What a fool he was. He really
should have known better then to believe that, but he had been
missing Fletcher so badly at the time, he was willing to delude
himself.

They fell silent.
Edward mulled over the new piece of information while he studied the
ground again. “So...you were using me as a buffer?” he
wondered aloud.

“Sort
of. I don't think it would have worked with Fletcher, not in the
long run anyway. We had to learn how to be around each other and not
rip our clothes off or yell at each other. You did that.”

Edward nodded. “So...?”
prompted Edward, wanting to know more.

Russell winced and then
frowned. “Last night, Fletcher calls to tell me he's back with
Riza, and how he's so happy. After I got off the phone...I...”
He swallowed and ran his hand through his bangs. “I couldn't
stand it. By the time I knew what I was doing, I had already drunk a
40 ouncer of vodka and was well into a bottle of whiskey. I was
pretty pissed at myself, so I went for a walk and next thing I knew I
was at your building.” Russell folded his leg closest to
Edward under him and turned to face the small teenager. He gripped
the back of the bench and stared into those worried whiskey-colored
eyes.

“Was
I just...handy?” asked Edward. For some reason his chest
really hurt.

Russell's face softened.
He lifted his hand from the back of the bench and dug into the blond
hair trailing down Edward's neck to massage the tension he found
there. Edward watched him intently, waiting for his answer. “No...”
Russell squeezed his neck lightly. “I was taken with you from
the start.” He let his hand fall away to the back of the bench
and watched the children running around the fountain in the middle of
the park.

Edward studied Russell's
profile. His feelings were in a state of confusion, and he thought
he had sorted this out this morning. Okay, so he liked Russell, but
he was still in love with Winry, but lately...he had begun to think
about her just a little less often. That was just due to distance
though, he was sure. How fair would it be to begin anything when he
was conflicted to begin with. He felt that he needed to respond
somehow. Without thinking about what he was going to say, Edward
would just say what was in his heart.

“Russell?”
Edward touched the arm on the back of the bench lightly. Russell
focused his blue eyes on him and Edward fought to not chicken out
now. “Um...” he let his hand drop and worried the nail
on his thumb. “Um...well...I like you too...” He could
feel the heat inching across his face. “But...I won't be
staying here...I'll be going back to the States. We shouldn't—”

“That
doesn't bother me, unless it does you. I know you're shy Edward, and
I don't want any more then you can give me.” Russell's hand
found it way back to Edward's neck, and he began to rub small circles
into the base of his skull.

Letting his hand drop
back to his lap, Edward half closed his eyes and leaned into
Russell's hand. “Can we...just...let things happen? I mean,
do we have to define this now? I'm not even sure about...you
know...guys, and all,” he mumbled.

Russell's mouth quirked.
“Yes, we can do that. If you promise to tell me as soon as we
go too far.”

Edward let his eyes
close and nodded. Those fingers were working away his tension and
making him drowsy.

“Alright,
none of that now. Looking kissable in the park, will make me jump
you,” teased Russell, tapping the back of Edward's head
playfully. Edward's eyes opened in shock and he grunted with knock
on his head. “Let's get some food.” Russell stood and
held out his hand for Edward.

Edward looked at the
outstretched hand and then up into Russell's face. He smiled and
took Russell's hand. He was yanked to his feet, and then Russell
threw and arm around Edward's shoulder's bringing him into the taller
boy's chest, where he was given a harsh nugie.

“HEY!
Ha ha! Stop!” Edward gasped, and dug his fingers into
Russell's ribs in retaliation tickling his long torso.

A brief wrestling match
ensued, and if Russell was in the same weight class as Edward he
would have lost, but he couldn't help making sure Edward knew how
easy he was over powered as they walked to the café, much to
Edward's embarrassment.

- - - -

“Time!
Time!” Ling shouted over the screams, trying to get the
referee's attention. As soon as he had the clock stopped, he
motioned Edward over. “How is it?” he asked once in ear
shot.

Edward spit out his
mouth piece and gasped. “Ah! My leg's...hah...weak...I don't
know,” Edward breathed hard, leaning on his knees. He could
feel his left leg shaking under his hand and he gritted his teeth.

“Do
you want to forfeit?” Ling massaged the injured spot making
Edward wince. He did not want his prize fighter to push himself in
his first tournament and feel discouraged by it. It was supposed to
be a pleasant challenge, not a fight to see how gets pummeled the
fastest.

“No!”
Edward rubbed his forehead into the cloth of his martial arts
uniform, wiping the sweat. He could do this, he was sure of it.
He'd just been surprised at the power of that one kick that had
landed right on the bone of his thigh.

“Fifteen
seconds!” yelled the referee, drawing their conference to a
close.

“Okay,
then stay on his right side, he's slow there. Work the joints,”
coached Ling.

Nodding, Edward replaced
his mouth guard and walked back to the center of the mat to face his
dark, Greek opponent. The bell rung and the match was on.

Edward circled the mat,
looking for an opening. As his opponent switched stances, making his
right side dominant, Edward struck. He dropped to his knees and
kicked out with his left leg, taking out the guy's support leg. He
fell back hard on his hip. In an instant, Edward was on him,
grappling him into submission by flipping him on to his stomach and
making an arm bar.

Ling's voice drifted
over to him above the noise of the crowd, yelling at him to get
points not submission holds. Edward threw the arm down and struck
two quick blows to the kidneys before pushing the Greek's upper body
back into to the mat, giving him time to back away.

The referee came between
them holding Edward off so that the Greek would have time to stand.
As soon as the referee brought his hand down, Edward was leaping at
his opponent. He threw a quick four-punch combo, making the other
man back away. With the Greek's hands now covering his face, Edward
struck out with a roundhouse to the man's gut, knocking the wind out
of the Greek. Before putting his foot on the ground, Edward repaid
the favor to his own leg and kicked at the man's left knee, knocking
him to the ground once more.

Again the referee came
between them, as his opponent was slow to get to his feet. Edward
bounced in place, adrenaline coursing through him, his wounded leg
all but forgotten. The referee spoke to the Greek, checking to see
if he was good to continue the match. When the Greek nodded, Edward
grinned around his mouth piece.

Once again Ling's voice
came to him, telling him he had one minute left. The Greek was mad
now, Edward could see it. He came at him with fists flying, forcing
Edward around the mat, as the Greek tried to pin him in the corner.
Fighting from the back foot, or back peddling, wasn't very common, so
when Edward struck out with a kick once more to the man's left leg,
then the mid section and then the head, the Greek just blinked at him
stunned. Using his opponent's hesitation to his advantage, Edward
rushed in and broke through his guard, landing two more blows to the
kidneys before he was clinched.

The Greek pushed on him,
ignoring the referee's command to break for a few moments before
Edward was shoved back and they squared off once more. Edward eyed
his opponent. He was sweating profusely and gulping down the air,
where as Edward was just lightly winded. The Greek came at him
again, slower this time. He was hardly offering up a challenge, as
Edward danced out of range.

“Keep
it up Edward, thirty seconds...” Ling yelled.

Edward continued to work
the back foot, as the Greek chased him around the ring. He picked up
his foot and continually broke through the Greek's guard to score
hits on all his vital areas. In fact, Edward so outclassed his
opponent that the Greek had yet to get a good hit in on him other
then the one on his leg.

The clock ran down and
the bell rung. Both fighters touched gloves and stood on either side
of the referee. The referee held both fighters' wrists.

“Judge's
decision?” the referee asked the four corners of the mat. All
four of the judges crossed their hands in front of their chest and at
the same time they all held aloft a clicker with a red flag in the
air. “Winner! Edward Elric!” The referee held aloft
Edward's wrist.

As soon as he was
released, Edward touched gloves with the Greek once more, thanking
him for the match and then walked off the mat next to Ling.

“Well
done!” Ling beamed at him and clasped his shoulder. “He
was actually a very hard opponent, but you steamrolled him. Well
done!”

Edward started at that.
He wasn't a tough opponent at all. “Whoa...” He reached
down and pulled a small towel out of his kit bag to wipe his face.

“Two
more matches and we'll have won your weight class. Don't get cold.”
Ling walked away, heading over to the ring Leo was fighting in at
the moment.

All of a sudden a very
piercing whistle could be heard through out the large hotel
conference room. “EDWARD! GO, EDWARD!”

Edward turned to the
crowd and waved at Fletcher who was standing on his chair. Russell
was clapping and cheering. Edward waved once more and then scooped
up his bag and went to stretch before his next match.

- - - -

“Woo-HOO!
That was so AWSOME!” gushed Fletcher, jumping on Edward's
back, and pumping the air.

“Ugh!”
Edward staggered under Fletcher's sudden weight. He grabbed on to
his legs and fought for balance.

“You
totally kicked Greek ass!” shouted Fletcher right in Edward's
ear, making Edward wince at the volume.

“Geez,
Ed, you're going to out do us in no time,” said Rick, as he
smiled at Fletcher's antics.

“Yes,
I think so too. In fact, I think I underestimated your abilities.”
Ling smiled lazily, strolling along beside Leo.

Fletcher slipped off of
Edward's back and slapped Rick on the shoulder. “You weren't
so bad yourself. What was that last move you did?”

“Ha
ha, that's top secret.” Rick said, smiling at him. Fletcher
didn't like that answer and started badgering Rick to tell him or at
least show him how to do that move.

“Where
did we park again?” Leo wondered, scanning all the parked cars.

“Over
this way,” said Russell, pointing to his left. They all turned
and started off in that direction. As Edward passed by him, Russell
draped an arm across Edward's shoulders and gave him a brief half
hug. “Great job, you were magnificent to watch,” he
whispered into his ear.

“Thanks.”
Edward blushed hard at the compliment and the contact. “I'm
glad you came. I just wish my da could have seen it.”

“Maybe
next time we should tape it for him,” suggested Russell.

“I'd
like that,” Edward said, smiling up into Russell's face.

He couldn't help it,
Edward was just so cute. Russell leaned in and stole a quick kiss,
making Edward smirk. He reached up and ruffled Edward's already
messy hair. “Boy I can't wait until you have a shower.”

“Hey,”
pouted Edward, batting away the hand.

“There
it is!” Fletcher pointed to their van. “Now we can
drink!”

- - - -

“...And
then just as I was striping the knife, which for some reason had to
be a real one, I stabbed myself in the thigh (1). I knew something
was wrong as soon as I felt the warmth on my leg. It didn't hurt
until later,” said Ling, and then sipped at his beer can from
his seat in the armchair.

“And
this was at a school demo? In front of kids?” Fletcher asked
wide eyed.

“Yeah,
I got a lot of calls later, wondering if I had really stabbed myself.
No new students though...I wonder why.” Ling scratched the
side of his face. Fletcher cracked up, holding his side.

“I
can't believe you did that, Ling. It's so crazy,” Rick said
from his seat on the couch. He idly strummed his guitar, and shook
his head at his instructor. Ling just smirked lazily in response.

“Hey,
I want to drink something,” demanded Edward, fresh from his
shower. He rubbed the towel around his neck into his hair.

“Here,”
Russell waved a glass at him from his position on the couch.

Edward smiled and
stepped over Fletcher's and Rick's legs, to sit on the floor in front
of Russell.

“Oh,
good. I'm dying for my shower,” Leo said as he jumped to his
feet, heading for the bathroom.

Once settled in front of
Russell's legs with his glass in hand, Edward leaned back into
Russell's shins. He nudged the legs apart so that his back was
resting on the edge of the couch.

Russell reached forward
and took the towel off of Edward's neck and began to rub the golden
blond hair dry. The conversation continued around them but they paid
it no mind. As soon as Russell was satisfied that Edward's hair was
going to get as dry as possible, he began to finger comb through its
length. He couldn't help the smirk that slid across his face when he
felt, rather then heard, Edward's growl of contentment.

Making three sections,
Russell braided the length. He reached over Edward's shoulder, and
held his hand out. Edward removed the elastic from around his wrist
and passed it over his shoulder to him. He worked the elastic around
the ends and threw the braid over Edward's neck. Knowing how stiff
Edward must be getting, Russell leaned forward and began to work the
kinks out of his neck and shoulders. Edward's head dropped to his
chest, giving him full access, and he could feel another growl rumble
its way through the back of the couch.

“Russell,
if you keep that up, you're going to put him to sleep,”
Fletcher laughed.

“Ah,
well. It's not like he hasn't earned it,” retorted Russell.
“Gold's pretty impressive for a first try.” He nodded at
the coffee table where Edward, Leo and Rick had placed their medals.
Fletcher nodded his agreement and turned towards Ling, asking him
something else.

“Okay,
Russell.” Edward lifted his head and looked over his shoulder.
“I really will fall asleep, but thanks I feel better.”

“Good.”
Russell smiled and patted his shoulder. “Are you going to
sleep with me tonight?” he mumbled.

“Ah,
okay,” Edward blushed. “But, I...ah...” His heart
fluttered within his chest. Would he be expected to have sex, or
just the mutual touching they had done so far. He didn't really feel
too confident about having sex, at least not yet—not
mentally...his body was sure ready though.

“No
pressure,” Russell assured him, seeing his panicked look.

Edward relaxed and
smiled before turning back to join into the conversation. It wasn't
long before Edward was feeling quite loose and relaxed; his tired
muscles forgotten thanks to the alcohol's influence. Rick and Leo
provided the back ground noise as they strummed the guitar and
talked.

“Hey
Edward, why don't you sing for us?” Rick blurted out during a
lull in the conversation.

Edward paused mid sip,
the beer bottle hovering next to his lips as he looked side long at
Rick from his position on the floor.

“Well?”
Rick quirked an eyebrow at him. Edward flushed crimson and
swallowed, his eyes as large as saucers.

“Edward?
You sing?” Russell asked from the kitchen. He popped the top
off his next beer, and came back to the couch.

“Um...well...”
Edward stuttered.

“Yeah,
he's always belting out the tunes and dancing around the place during
practice,” Leo said, looking at Russell as he talked.

“Leo!”
hissed Edward. He snapped his hand back and forth across his neck,
trying to get him to drop it.

“Yeah,
com'on Edward. Sing!” Fletcher shuffled up along side the
seated teen and stared intently at him.

“No!”
Edward turned away from Fletcher's leering face, and pouted.

“Com'on,
com'on, com'on!” Fletcher stabbed Edward's ribs with the tip of
his finger for each time he asked. Growling, Edward tired to catch
the finger, but it was whisked away before he could trap it. As soon
as he turned away Fletcher's finger was back, needling his side
again.

Setting his beer on the
coffee table in front of him, Edward sprang off the floor and tackled
Fletcher around the chest, knocking him to the ground. Even
inebriated he was able to pin Fletcher, flipping him over onto his
front and locking the arm, forcing his face into the carpet. The
room cracked up around them, and even with Fletcher's pleas for help
no one made a move.

Edward smirked and was
about to release him when he felt fingers tickling his ribs from
behind. “Ah HA! Stop!” shouted Edward. He squirmed,
letting Fletcher's arm go, so that he could bat at the fingers. He
was wrestled to the floor, where his sides were attacked mercilessly.
Russell was laughing as hard as he was, as his fingers continued
their assault. Fletcher even helped by pinning down his legs.
“Please...” he gasped, out of breath.

Finally, Russell
relented and let him catch his breath. Edward lay on the floor spent
and exhausted. Russell leaned over him and he tensed.

“Hm...I
like that look,” Russell spoke in a murmur, his voice full of
innuendo.

“What
look?” asked Edward, suspicious. He narrowed his eyes.

“The
'spent, and exhausted' look. Very nice,” murmured Russell as
he winked. He reached out and pulled a strand of hair away from
Edward's eyes.

Edward snorted and sat
up. “I got to pee. Be right back.”

“NO!
Edward! Don't break the seal!” Fletcher called to him as he
walked up the stairs, causing the other boys to laugh.

Sometime later, Edward
was sitting on the couch next to Rick. After expressing an interest
in learning to play the guitar, Rick had immediately deposited the
instrument in Edward's lap and began lessons. Shifting the guitar
into a more comfortable position on his leg, he struggled to get his
fingers to obey. Maybe he shouldn't be trying this while he was
drinking. Rick was a patient teacher though, which helped.

All in all, it made for
a very nice house party in Russell's cabin. To Edward though, this
cabin was more like a proper house. It had indoor plumbing, finished
walls and ceilings, even a sliding glass door with a large deck. Not
a cabin at all. He had tried to argue with Russell about his
definition of a cabin, but he didn't buy Edward's arguments.

“Here
let me see that for a sec.” Rick pulled the guitar from
Edward's fumbling fingers and settled it in his lap. “Do you
know any Nora Jones songs?”

“Yeah,
those ones you listen to at practice?” wondered Edward.

“Hmm...can
you sing 'Don't Know Why I Didn't Come'?” Rick quirked an
eyebrow at him. He strummed the first few cords of the song, waiting
to see if Edward knew which one he meant.

“Maybe...”
Edward scratched his eye, trying to remember the words.

“I
waited till I saw the sun,”
sang Rick with his broken voice, and then stopped. He really
shouldn't sing if he could help it. The world did not need that.

“Right,”
said Edward. Now he remembered. Rick started to strum the opening
cords and nodded at Edward when he should start. “I
waited 'til I saw the sun, I don't know why I didn't come, I left you
by the house of fun, I don't know why I didn't come, I don't know why
I didn't come.” Edward's
voice was deep and raspy but it was prefect for the bluesy style of
music.

“Good,
I like that. Second verse,” mumbled Rick, changing cords.

“When
I saw the break of day, I wished that I could fly away, instead of
kneeling in the sand, catching teardrops in my hand. My heart is
drenched in wine, you've bee—”

“Jesus,
Edward! You can sing too?” Fletcher exclaimed, finally
noticing what they were up too in the living room. Most of the boys
had moved to the open kitchen to be closer to the beer and snacks
that Russell was making.

Rick stopped his
strumming and looked up. He smirked at the unfocused, glazed over
look Fletcher was throwing his way. It didn't concern him so he went
back to playing his guitar.

Edward jumped up in
embarrassment, flushing right down to his neck. He stepped over
Rick's long outstretched legs, almost tripping as he became unsteady
with the alcohol he had already consumed, and wondered over to
Russell, who was leaning up against the kitchen counter watching him
intently.

“I
need a drink,” stated Fletcher, pulling open the fridge as
Edward padded by.

Swaying slightly, Edward
fell into Russell's chest, burrowing his face into his shirt. His
arms slid around Russell's waist, pulling his lower half into
Russell's.

“Whoa,”
murmured Russell, he slid his arm around the teenager trying to
nestle into his skin. “How come you're so sookie?”
Edward just rumbled in response. Russell chuckled and let his chin
rest on the top of the teen's head.

Edward shifted, turning
his head to the side to look back into the living room. Russell's
adjusted him, and his eyes went half mast as he felt Russell's groin
brush against his. It wasn't intended to be sexual, Edward was sure
of that, but the idea was in his head now. His stomach began to
tingle with desire, and he stepped closer to make their groins meet.

He just caught the very
last of a soft groan that escaped from Russell's mouth. Raising his
head, Edward looked up into Russell's darkening gaze.

“What
are you up too?” Russell mumbled with a suspicious look on his
face.

In answer, Edward nudged
Russell's chin with his nose. Pressing his body into Russell's he
went up on his tip toes to steal a feather light kiss. He smirked
around the kiss as Russell's hand tightened on his waist and he could
feel his own groin twitch in response. Edward slowly lowered himself
to the floor, making sure he dragged his body along Russell's in the
process. He smirked wider as Russell bit his lip, staring intently
into his eyes.

“I
got to go to the bathroom. Back in a sec,” Edward mumbled. He
turned around unsteadily, and walked out of the kitchen towards the
stairs.

By the time he exited
the washroom, Edward was whirled around and shoved into the wall.
His eyes widened as Russell's eager mouth descended over his,
stealing his breath away. He snaked his arms around Russell's neck
as his mouth was licked and tasted.

Russell's hands were
everywhere, dragging his shirt up around his armpits, and down to cup
this hardening groin through his jeans. Edward groaned into
Russell's domineering mouth. In the next instant he was lifted up to
sit on Russell's waist; the kiss never broke. He neither knew nor
cared where he was being taken.

Russell pulled away to
attack Edward's neck, savoring the blond's slightly salty skin. He
kicked open the door to his bedroom and dropped Edward in the middle
of the mattress.

Edward looked up through
his bangs, as Russell loomed over him making him squirm along the bed
towards the headboard.

Russell stepped back to
the door, firmly shutting them in the dark room. Stalking over to
the bed, he slowly crawled across the comforter towards the little
tease looking at him with half slitted eyes. Placing his hands and
knees on either side of Edward's body, Russell snaked out a hand to
trail up the exposed stomach, watching intently for the minute
movement and tensing of the muscle.

Running his hand under
Edward's arm, he lifted the shirt up and off; Edward coming forward
to make it easier to remove. Before flopping back into the pillows
Edward had his own hands tugging and lifting Russell's shirt.
Russell leaned back, away from Edward's touch and pulled the
offending shirt off, throwing it away to the floor.

Resuming his position
over Edward, Russell leaned in and attacked the side of Edward's neck
with his teeth and tongue. One hand ruined Edward's braid while the
other trailed down to his hip to prevent him from arching off the
bed. If he was going to tease him in front of everyone, he was going
to get a little pay back.

“Nugh,
Russell. Let me move,” whined Edward. He pushed at the hand
on his hip and then groaned when Russell bit down on his nipple.
Reaching between their bodies, Edward palmed Russell growing erection
through the front of his jeans, tugging a bit in warning.

“What's
that matter, Eddie? Don't like what I'm doing?” Russell asked
in a slightly condescending tone full of mirth.

Edward growled at the
use of such a childish name. At times like this, Russell had taken
to using that name to tease him and get him all worked up. But
Edward really didn't like it. “I told you before not to call
me 'Eddie'.” Edward pulled at the belt around Russell waist
releasing the prong in order to open the belt up, and then he flicked
open the button.

Russell looked down
between them to watch Edward's progress. “My apologies, I
won't do it again,” he replied absently, too intent with what
those smaller hands were currently doing. He couldn't believe that
Edward was showing some initiative, and it made it all that much
hotter because of it.

“I
think you should drink more often,” he said and then sighed as
Edward finally got his pants open and slipped his hand under the band
of his underwear. He closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the
teasing, feather light touches before leaning in to reclaim Edward's
mouth. Edward released his erection and shifted so that both hands
were now kneading his behind, working the pants and underwear down at
the same time.

Russell shimmied out of
his pants and attacked Edward's. The need for full naked body
contact was very high right now. Russell yanked Edward's pants off
with his boxers following quickly after. He slowly rested on his
side, allowing his body to slide along Edward's, with his need
bumping into his hip.

“Ah,
fuck,” sighed Edward. He turned on his side and worked his
hands under Russell's arms, pulling the taller man close and began to
attack his neck.

Russell moaned and
thrust his lower half at Edward. He knew better then to push Edward
too far too fast, but he would have really like to go all the way.
Instead he reached down between them once more and gripped both of
their erections together and began pumping.

Edward franticly pawed
at Russell; wanting more friction, more touching, more everything.
He bucked into Russell hand, loving the feel of the other man's penis
sliding along his. Before long, the nice and easy pace that Russell
set became frantic and erratic as they both neared their peak.

Edward came first. But
Russell continued to pump him along with his erection cuming a few
moments later. Laying his head back into the pillows, Russell kissed
the top of Edward's head before leaning back and snagging his shirt
off the floor, using it to clean them up. With a sigh, he pulled the
now boneless Edward down onto his chest and allowed his eyes to close
in contentment.

- - - -

“Where's
Russell and Edward?” Leo wondered, looking up from his hand of
cards.

“They
went to bed,” said Fletcher, winking suggestively.

“Oh...”
Leo blushed.

-- To be continued --

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