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Blind Obsession
VI
Mistaken Perception
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Ed was jolted awake as his alarm clock sounded, and
he quickly reached over, hit the ‘snooze’ button, and pulled the blankets over
his head. He wasn’t ready to wake up
yet...
He heard the door open, then, “Rise and shine, brother!” Ed grabbed his pillow and clumsily threw it
in the direction of the door, before snuggling back under the covers. “I’m making breakfast. It should be ready in about...” A pause.
“...ten minutes, so don’t stay in bed too much longer.”
“Go away...” Ed grumbled tiredly; but now that the
door was open, he could smell the bacon, eggs, and whatever else it was that Al
was making. His stomach growled
hungrily.
“Ten minutes,” Al repeated cheerfully before Ed
heard the door close.
Throwing the blanket off his head, Ed turned onto
his back and groaned. His whole body was
sore... He was never going to fuck in a car again... Not only had it been cramped, but it had been
uncomfortable, and he’d never been in so many strange ass positions in his
life.
He’d spent a lot more time with the man last night
than he’d thought he would. In fact, he
hadn’t gotten home until almost five o’ clock that morning, which was not good
given that he had to be up at seven to get ready for his new position...
Ed’s stomach growled noisily, complaining that
there was food being made in the kitchen and it wasn’t getting any. Suddenly, the alarm clock went off again and
Ed’s eyes popped open before he reached over and slammed his hand down on the
‘off’ button.
Mumbling under his breath about the unfairness not
getting to sleep in and at having to work in this new position, Ed sat up and
scrubbed a hand through his messy hair as he got out of bed and stumbled
tiredly toward the closet.
Ed stopped and stared blearily at the closet
doors. They were made of wood and
instead of being one piece, the doors were slotted horizontally in a way that
kept the closet well ventilated.
Shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to ease the soreness, Ed reached
out and pulled one of the doors open.
Because of his brother, the closet remained
relatively organized and clean. There
was a small set of drawers on each side of the closet, leaving empty floor
space in between the two sets of drawers so that the clothes hanging from the
hangers didn’t get ‘cramped’, as Al put it.
Ed had the sudden urge to settle himself down on
the empty floor space, close the door, and hide from the world as he tried to
get more sleep. There was actually
enough room there for him to do something like that. In fact, he’d hidden in there before to look
at some of his magazines.
He pulled down a pair of black leather pants and
pulled them on before relieving a hanger of a black tank top.
Of course, he didn’t have to hide in the closet.
He normally only looked at that stuff in the apartment when Al was gone,
but it made him feel a little better knowing that he was right next to the
drawer he kept them in, and if he had to hurry and put it away, then he
could...
Shrugging into the tank top, Ed opened one of the
drawers and grabbed a pair of socks, then closed the closet door and moved over
to sit down on the bed. As he pulled the
socks on, Ed’s eyes strayed to his dresser.
In the top drawer was an envelope the man had slipped him that contained
a note, a map, and the rest of the money he’d silently been promised for his
‘services’.
Glancing cautiously at the door, Ed pulled the note
out and scanned it before looking at the map.
He was supposed to meet the man next Saturday night at the river that
was just outside of Central City to the west.
Apparently there were several small pavilions near the river, for when
the river was high and the weather was nice.
Great spot for fishing in the summer, though this wasn’t exactly the
time of year for fishing, so the pavilions would be empty.
The map marked which pavilion he was to wait at,
and, according to the note, he didn’t need to wear or do anything special. Just show up and ‘be ready for anything’. The note also indicated that he should keep
his safe word in mind in case anything happened that he wanted to stop.
“Brother!” he heard Al call from the kitchen.
“Just a minute!” he hollered back as he quickly
stuffed the map and note back in the envelope, then put it back in the drawer.
Rushing out of the room, Ed hurried into the
bathroom, grabbed his brush, and began pulling it through his hair as he walked
to the kitchen where Al was hovering over the stove and flipping a pancake.
Setting the brush on the table, Ed reached back and
began braiding his hair. “Smells good,”
he complimented.
“Thanks!” Al said as he put the pancake on a plate
that was already full with scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. He picked up the plate, and another filled
exactly like the first, and brought them over to the table. Scowling down at the brush, Al said,
“Brother...”
Ed rolled his eyes, but picked up the brush and
tossed it over onto a chair before sitting down at the table and eyeing the
food hungrily. His stomach growled
again, and he picked up a piece of bacon and chewed on it as Al retrieved two
glasses of juice and put them on the table before sitting down.
He watched Al pick up his fork and take a bite of
the eggs before looking up at him.
Reaching over for the juice, Ed paused when Al stopped chewing and
simply stared at him.
“What?” Ed asked defensively. He hadn’t done anything that he knew of to
get a lecture.
“Ah... nothing...” Al said slowly, then lowered his
eyes with obvious reluctance and took another bite of his food. Ed rolled his eyes and began shoveling food
into his mouth.
“So, brother...” Al said after a minute. “I’m going out tonight with this girl...”
Ed swallowed and said, “This girl? Is this a new one? What happened to the girl you were going out
with before?”
“It didn’t really work out, but this one is pretty
nice,” Al said quickly. “That’s not the
point. The point is that we’re going to
the aquarium tonight, and I thought maybe if you didn’t have any other plans—”
“I’m busy,” Ed interrupted.
“I’m not trying to set you up,” Al said mildly,
then took a small sip of his juice.
Ed looked up from his plate and met Al’s eyes
before raising an eyebrow. “Oh really?” Al was always
trying to set him up, and Ed was sure this was some sort of trap. His brother was tricky like that.
“Really,” Al affirmed, and Ed frowned at the
strange look his brother was giving him.
“What’s the catch then?” he asked, picking up
another sausage and biting into it.
There had to be a catch, he was sure of it. Though, even if there wasn’t, Ed really had
no desire to go hang out with Al and his new flavor of the week.
Al shook his head. “No catch. You can bring whoever you want.”
“Riiiiight,” Ed said
sarcastically. He knew it. This was the catch. He had to bring someone to go. “And exactly who would I bring?”
Al studied him seriously for a moment, then said
slowly, “I don’t know. Why don’t you
tell me?”
“I’m not dating anyone,” Ed growled. “I’m sure you’d be the first to know if I
was.” At that, Al gave him a concerned
look that made Ed snap, “What?!”
“You’re not dating anyone?” Al asked slowly, his
voice filled with hesitant confusion.
“Fuck... I
said I wasn’t, right?” Ed growled, then speared his pancake angrily and stuffed
the whole thing in his mouth. He glared
at Al when his brother gave him that same worried look.
“Brother...” Al said slowly, then looked down at
his plate before picking up one of the pieces of bacon and taking a bite. Ed rolled his eyes and waited for whatever
lecture was forming in his brother’s mind.
Finally, Al looked up and said, “Is there anything
you want to talk about...? I mean, I
guess it’s not really my business, but... you know, I care about you and I’m
always willing to listen. No matter
what...”
Ed worked to swallow the food in his mouth, choked,
and quickly grabbed his glass and gulped the juice to force the pancake down,
then gave his brother an incredulous look.
“What the fuck are you talking
about, Al?” he asked, feeling both amused and irritated. “I’m fine,
except for the fact that I have to go into work, and I’ve already talked to you about that.
What else am I supposed to
talk to you about?” And how the hell did we get on this subject? he wondered silently. “Why the hell do you always want to talk about
stuff?” he added in frustration.
Al opened his mouth, but closed it then looked down
at his plate. “I just want us to share
things, you know?” There was a moment of
silence in which Ed thought his brother would say more, but he didn’t. He simply picked up his fork and began to eat
again.
Ed studied his brother for a moment, feeling a
little guilty because Al looked so much like a kicked puppy. He almost said something, but decided against
it. Better just to let things lie. He wasn’t good at smoothing things over
anyway. Looking down at his now empty plate, Ed drew a
finger across it in regret, and sucked on it briefly. He was still kinda
hungry...
With a sigh, Ed stood and dumped his dish into the
sink before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Grabbing his toothbrush, Ed slathered the
toothpaste on the bristles and began to scrub vigorously before letting go of
it for a moment to put on some deodorant.
Bringing his gaze up to the mirror, Ed froze and
stared at himself in horror. On his neck
were two large and very dark hickeys.
His jaw dropped open and his toothbrush fell from his mouth to the sink
below. One of them was down near his
collar bone and he’d be able to hide it easily by wearing his jacket, but the
other was far too high for him to be able to hide...
“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch...” Ed breathed, as he gently touched his neck. He turned his head, then cursed again, when
he noticed there was another one on the back of his neck. He couldn’t see the whole thing, but he could
see that it was there...
“Mother-fucking bastard...” Ed growled deep in his
throat, then snatched the toothbrush from the sink and quickly finished bushing
his teeth. Racing out of the bathroom,
Ed grabbed his jacket and angrily put it on.
He was pissed at the man, but also at himself. He’d meant to tell him not to mark him up
again, but it had slipped his mind each time...
Ed knew that it wasn’t exactly fair to be mad at the man since he hadn’t
known Ed didn’t want him to do that, but he wanted someone to be mad at besides
himself.
After pulling on his boots, Ed snatched his keys,
wallet, and pocket watch from his nightstand, and stormed into the living
room. He stopped for a moment and looked
over to where Al was still sitting at the kitchen table. His brother looked up at him and it suddenly
dawned on Ed what their conversation had been all about.
Al gave him a small frown, and opened his mouth to
say something, but Ed pointed a finger at him and said, “Don’t.” Al blinked, looking a little surprised, and
Ed said angrily, “Look... I’m not dating anyone. And you’re right; it’s not any of your
business so just stay out of it, okay?”
A slightly wounded look crossed Al’s face, and Ed
groaned and rubbed his face with a hand before saying, “Sorry... I’m just
tired. Bitch at me later for being a
jerk, okay?” He dropped his hand and
glanced over to Al in time to see his brother give him a bland look and a small
nod. “I have to go...” Ed muttered,
feeling like a total ass. He opened the
door and mumbled, “Thanks for breakfast,” before leaving the apartment and
closing the door behind him.
;-;-;-;-;-;-;
Ed pushed open the front door to Laboratory Two and
stepped up to the glass window that separated the general public from the
receptionist. The woman behind the glass
was a plump woman with straight, shoulder-length hair. She wore glasses and some of her brown hair
was hooked behind each ear. Large, gaudy
earrings hung from each lobe which matched her flower colored dress. Personally, Ed thought it looked like someone
had skinned a couch to make the outfit, but then it wasn’t as if he was some
sort of fashion king himself...
At first, she paid him no mind as she plunked away
on a typewriter, but when he tapped on the glass, she looked up at him, gave
him a large smile, and moved away from the typewriter to open the glass window.
“Good morning, honey,” she said pleasantly. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Ed hated pet names, but he knew she was simply
trying to be nice, so he tried to ignore it and said dully, “Yeah, I’m Edward
Elric. I’m supposed to report in to
Section Four.”
She looked him up and down as if assessing the
truth of that, and he wanted to yell at her that no matter how young he looked,
he wasn’t a grade school kid. When she
seemed satisfied with what she saw, the woman said, “Let me check on that.”
He sighed as she closed the window and moved over
to a drawer and pulled out a clipboard.
She ran her finger down the paper, then stopped midway and tapped on it
before picking up the phone. When she
was done with the call, the woman moved back in his direction and, instead of
opening the window, opened the door that was next to the window and invited him
inside.
“He’ll be right down,” she said, then slipped the
clipboard under his nose. “I need you to
sign here so that I can have a badge made for you.” Ed rolled his eyes, but did as he was
asked. When he was done, he looked up
and saw that she was giving him an amused look.
“You must live an exciting life,” she mused with a
small grin. He stared mutely at her,
knowing that she was referring to the marks on his neck. As if his silence was an affirmation, the
woman nodded knowingly, and said, “I remember being young like you. Enjoy it while you can.” She winked at him, and he smiled back
weakly. It was better than beating her
to a pulp, which was what he really wanted to do.
“Edward!” a familiar voice called behind him before
he could say anything he just might regret.
He groaned, not wanting to deal with this, but
having no other choice. Turning, Ed
didn’t even try to look civil as he said, “Russell...” in greeting.
The tall, blond teen grinned widely at him and
said, “That would be ‘Mr. Tringham’ to you, Ed!
I am your boss for the next
few months, after all!”
“Technically, Roy Mustang is my boss,” Ed said
flatly. Not that having Mustang as a
boss was any better, but for the moment it was better than admitting that he
was going to work under Russell...
“True,” Russell said, still grinning. “But,
I’ll be the one telling you what to do in the lab.” Ed groaned inwardly as Russell waved to him
and said, “You need a lab coat before we head upstairs. I think we might have one in your size.”
The last was added with a laugh.
Ed growled deep in his throat as he followed and
muttered, “Fucktard...” This was why he didn’t want to work with
Russell... The guy was smart—a brilliant
chemist—but he as also fucking pompous and annoying as hell. Sort of like working with Colonel Mustang,
but at least Mustang had some class.
Russell was just...
“Here we are!” Russell exclaimed happily, obviously
still on his high of being in charge of Ed.
He tossed a long, white lab coat to Ed, who caught it deftly and slipped
it on. It fit him rather well, and he
looked up to give Russell a smug grin.
Instead of being put off, Russell merely smirked
and waved Ed toward the elevator. He
pushed the button and, as they waited, Russell looked down and studied him with
an amused and curious gaze.
“So... Looks
like you’ve been having some fun,” he probed with a leer.
Ed wanted to pull the collar up on the lab coat to
hide his neck, but he had a feeling that would provoke more teasing than he
wanted to deal with, so he studiously kept his arms by his sides. When the doors opened, Ed walked into the
elevator, turned to Russell, and looked him up and down before saying smoothly,
“Height isn’t the only measurement that matters to the ladies, Mr. Tringham.”
Russell walked in and pressed the button for the
fourth floor. His smile looked a little
strained, and Ed felt smug at having scored a point. There was a moment of silence between them
before Ed asked, “Okay, spill it, how did you land this job?”
“I applied for it,” Russell answered nonchalantly
with a shrug. He was a little more
subdued in his speech now, for which Ed was grateful.
“You applied for a lab management position with the
military and they hired you for it?” Ed asked skeptically. The elevator pinged, and when the doors slid
open, the two of them stepped out into the hall.
“Not exactly,” Russell said hesitantly, starting
down a sterile, white hallway. “I
actually applied for your job.”
“My job?” Ed asked with a confused frown.
“Yeah... the job you’re filling in for right now,”
Russell murmured, now looking rather uncomfortable. Ed stopped walking and folded his arms. Something wasn’t right here and he wanted
answers before he took another step.
Russell looked back at him, then stopped and sighed.
“Russell...” Ed growled.
Walking back to him, Russell said, “There was a lab
accident. The man who previously filled
my position died, and a few others were seriously injured. There were others who could have filled this
position better, but none of them wanted the responsibility.”
“What the hell kind of project is this?” Ed asked,
both concerned and irritated.
“I’ll give you all the details in my office, but
basically we’re working on creating explosives, so what we’re working on is
highly volatile. Unfortunately, that
means we have a lot of accidents... Too
many, if you ask me.”
Ed rubbed his eyes and said, “I don’t need more
excitement in my life right now. Why did
you request me for this position? I’m
not a chemist; I’m an alchemist.”
“I know, but we’re having trouble filling the
positions,” Russell said seriously.
“I’ve had a few guys quit, and the people qualified to do the jobs don’t
want to work for the military because the private industry pays more and is
less hazardous.”
“That still doesn’t answer my question,” Ed said,
shifting his weight and tapping his fingers on his arm.
“I know you’re not a chemist, but you do know chemistry, right?” Russell said with a frown.
“Alchemy and chemistry have several relating factors. You’re brilliant, and...” Russell mumbled something that Ed couldn’t
hear.
“Say that again,” Ed said.
Russell looked a little miffed, but said a little
more loudly, “I need you. I need your
talent, and I know that I can count on you not to jump ship when there is a
chance of a little danger.”
Ed turned his head and eyed Russell up and down,
trying to determine if the guy was serious or not, then finally nodded. “Okay...” Ed grumbled, a little mollified by
Russell’s praise. “But don’t expect me
to like it. I’m not here because I want
to be, and I’m not going to stay any longer than I’ve been assigned to.”
“I just need you for a few months,” Russell assured
him. With a sigh, Ed nodded. “Okay,” Russell said, his previous good humor
returning. He waved a hand and starting walking. “Let me show you around.”
;-;-;-;-;-;-;
“Alphonse!” Ed shouted loudly as he walked into the
apartment. “I’m home!” He shut the door and kicked off his boots
before making his way to the kitchen and opening a cupboard in search of
something to eat. “Al?!” he called
again, then looked up at the clock and sighed.
Of course... Al was probably
still at work, and then after that he was going out with his new bimbo...
Muttering to himself, Ed shucked his jacket off and
hung it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs, then opened the fridge door,
trying to decide if he wanted to fend for himself, if he wanted to go out for
takeout, or if he wanted to order something for delivery.
Ed wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of cooking
something. He could cook, and actually he wasn’t too bad, but he just didn’t like
to cook. Really, he’d worked his ass off
all day and he had no desire to make anything.
Besides, cooking reminded him too much of chemistry and he’d definitely
had enough of that for the day.
Fucking Russell...
Who knew the guy was such a workhorse? After he’d shown Ed around the lab and finished
his explanations about the job, Russell had promptly given him his instructions
and gone off to bark orders to some of the other employees. He’d asked one of the lab technicians, who
was much older than Russell, if it bothered them that he was so bossy. Surprisingly enough, the man had said that
none of them minded. He’d gone on to
tell Ed how devoted Russell was to the program and how ‘The Kid’ was determined
to not only get the project done on time, but to avoid any further accidents.
Well, at least Russell wasn’t being a lazy ass and
letting all the others do the work...
With a sigh, Ed closed the fridge, walked over to
their old, beat-up couch, and flopped down on it. He really didn’t want to go out again... The best thing would have been to pick
something up on his way home, but that fucking bastard Mustang had kept him for
so long asking this question and that.
Some were just the dumbest questions...
He could have been home an hour ago if he wasn’t
required to report in to Mustang every night after working at the lab. And then, of course, Mustang had felt the
need to poke fun at the marks on Ed’s neck.
Seriously, he was going to kill him one day. He took his joking too far sometimes. The last thing he needed after his day with
Russell was time with his asshole commanding officer... The meeting hadn’t lasted long after Mustang
had dispersed with the work related questions and began probing Ed about his
neck. Maybe he would have picked some
dinner up on his way home if he hadn’t been so pissed...
Fucking Mustang...
Sooooo, what? Food here, or order something
delivered... He mulled over it for a
couple minutes, then decided that he was hungry now and that delivery would
take much too long. Pushing himself off
the couch, Ed wandered back toward the kitchen and decided on canned soup. Not the best thing in the world, but it was
edible.
After he was fed, Ed took a quick shower and
wandered out of the bathroom with only his boxers on. When he got to his room, Ed glanced at his
bed, then to the closet, trying to decide if he wanted sleep, or if he wanted
to do some ‘reading’.
After a quick look at the clock, Ed decided on the
latter. After all, Al was out and he had
the place to himself. Opening one of the
closet doors, Ed pulled out the drawer that held his magazines, chose one, and
was about to head back to his bed when he heard the front door open, then Al’s
voice talking to someone and a feminine laugh.
In a panic, Ed slipped into the closet, quietly
closed the door, then sat down in the empty space between his and Al’s dressers
and waited. The last thing he wanted to
do was meet whatever woman Al was dating, especially in his boxers holding a
porn magazine. Of course, he didn’t want
Al to see him with a porn magazine
either. His brother would probably
lecture him or something, and he really wasn’t in the mood for that either.
Unfortunately, they didn’t leave right away. In fact, Al was giving her ‘the grand tour’
of the place. How fucking nice, Ed thought sarcastically, hoping he wasn’t
discovered hiding in the closet. Now, that would definitely be
embarrassing. Sitting in your own
closet, mostly naked, with a porno... Ed
looked down at the cover. A gay porno at
that...
“And this is the room that my brother and I share,”
Al said walking into the room followed by a tall, blond girl. He could see them through the slits of the
closet doors. She was definitely
attractive with her short hair pulled into a high ponytail, short pleated skirt
that didn’t come close to her knees, and her tight shirt that was barely
visible under a short jacket.
“You and your brother must get along well to be
able to share a place like this,” she observed.
“I could never share with my sister.”
“Actually, we used to be really close, but...” He sighed and she looked at him with a small
frown. “Sorry, I don’t want to burden
you.”
She reached out and touched his shoulder, and said,
“No, it’s fine. I want to know.”
Al sat down on Ed’s bed with his shoulders slumped
and said, “I just don’t know what to do anymore. We don’t talk like we used to, and... I feel like he’s hiding things from me. No, I know
he’s hiding things from me. I just wish
that he’d come to me and talk...”
The girl sat down beside him and wrapped her arm
around his shoulder. “I’m so sorry...”
she whispered. From Ed’s view, he could
see his brother’s sad-looking face as he turned it to gaze at her, and Ed felt
a pang of guilt in his chest.
He’d been such an ass... Al was always trying to do things with him,
but he was so stubborn... Ed swallowed
and told himself that he’d make more of an effort to spend time with his
brother.
“Thanks,” Al said, then wrapped his own arm around
her waist. “I... I know this will probably sound dumb, but I
really feel like we’ve bonded tonight, both at the aquarium and here...” His brother placed his other hand right above
her knee and said quietly, “Would it be alright if I kissed you? I just...
I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable...”
Ed nearly choked.
What the fuck was this?!
The girl looked down, probably trying to look
demure, but Ed could tell that she wanted the kiss and was pleased with his
interest. She nodded a little, and Al
leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
As he did so, his hand inched up her leg, pushing the already too-short
skirt up just a bit higher.
“Maybe we should go,” Al whispered barely loud
enough for Ed to hear. “I... I don’t
want to take advantage of you.”
Yeah
right, Ed thought, recognizing the fact that Al was shamelessly playing the
girl, and completely shocked at it.
“I guess I just needed a little closeness...” Al’s voice held a note of regret and
pleading, that, though very convincing, was so obviously fake that Ed wondered
why the girl didn’t slap him and storm off.
But she didn’t slap him and she didn’t storm
off. In fact, Ed was surprised to see
that she moved in closer and murmured something about it being her choice to
stay as they kissed again. Al slid his
hand up her thigh a little more before moving it up to rest lightly on one of
her breasts.
Ed was stunned.
Was that whole speech just an act to get the girl to make out with
him? If so, it had been a pretty damn
convincing speech. Hell, he had been convinced, and he felt a
little irritated that he’d fallen for it.
Of course, there was always the chance that Al really did feel that way,
but was using those feelings to his advantage.
But either way, his brother had been leading his
date on to get her to become friendlier with him! His younger brother! What the fucking hell?! And to top it all off, his brother was now
straddling said date on HIS bed!
What
kind of messed up shit is this... Ed thought, as he leaned
forward to get a better view. Al was
leaning over her, and sucking on one of her exposed breasts as he pushed her
skirt up to bunch around her stomach.
His hand slid down to her thigh, then over to finger her pussy. The girl made a moaning noise as Al began to
circle one of his fingers around her clit.
His cock twitched at the sight, and Ed reared back
a little, covering his face with his hands.
He couldn’t watch this! It was
just so... wrong! Normally, he’d be totally into watching two
people screw each other senseless, but this wasn’t just anyone, it was his brother!
The sound of the girl panting loudly met his ears, and his cock throbbed
in his boxers, begging for attention. There was the sound of shifting, then a
small gasp from her and a moan of pleasure from Al.
Fuck,
fuck, fuck, Ed chanted over and over in his mind. Uncovering his eyes, he looked out the slots
in the door in time to see Al thrusting into the girl, and her arching her back
and letting out a half-groan, half-moan.
Ed’s mouth watered at the sight of Al slowly beginning to plunge into
her as he fondled her breasts. It was
just so hot and arousing...
If
there is a hell, I’m going to be sent there... Ed
thought as he reached down and pulled his cock out of the slit in his
boxers. He gripped himself tightly and
began to slide his palm up and down his length as he watched the two fucking on
his bed.
It didn’t matter that it was his brother and some
girl anymore. Right now it was just two
people humping and fucking, sucking and licking, moaning and groaning. The girl was loud in her exclamations of
pleasure, drowning out the soft moans Al was making in his own pleasure.
It didn’t take long for both the girl and his
brother to cum. The girl screamed loudly
as her body found satisfaction, and if Al made any loud noises when he came, Ed
didn’t hear them over her.
Hot need gathered at Ed’s groin as he quickly
reached his climax. Hot cum spurted out
onto the door before dripping down his hand.
He let his breath out as quietly as he could and wiped his hand on his
boxers, all the while keeping an eye on Al and the girl.
Strangely enough, Ed felt a little
disappointed. It was if the whole
experience had been... lacking... in some way.
Sure, there had been the excitement factor of watching two unsuspecting
people fuck each other, but at the same time it had been so... well... uneventful...
He idly watched them kiss and snuggle for a bit
before they got dressed, remade Ed’s bed, and headed out of the apartment. When he was sure they weren’t coming back, Ed
opened the closet door, returned the magazine back to the drawer, then flopped
down on his bed and pondered what had just happened.
There was so much to take in... The fact that his brother wasn’t the blushing
virgin Ed had thought he was and how smoothly he’d gotten the girl into bed
with him. Did he do that all the
time? Is that the real reason Al went from girl to girl? Was his brother just a player? Ed couldn’t see it, couldn’t believe it; but
then, an hour ago he wouldn’t have believed his brother wasn’t a virgin
either...
And then there was the actual act itself. It just seemed so... well, unfulfilling, and
boring. Nothing creative or different
about it at all... To Ed, it almost
seemed as if it were a small step above jerking off.
Maybe the thrill for Al wasn’t actually in the
sex... Ed mused. Maybe it was in the chase. He supposed he could understand that if it
were so... That would make up for Al’s
lack of creativity... Or maybe he had
just been looking for a quick fuck tonight...
Yawning, Ed got up, changed his boxers, then turned
off the light before returning to his bed—which held the faint aroma of what
had just happened there. Ed wondered if
he should feel outraged that they’d had sex on his bed, but truthfully he
didn’t. He actually thought it was kind
of kinky, and added some spice to what had just happened.
Ed pulled the covers up to his shoulders and
snuggled into the sheets. For some
reason, it made him feel a little better that Al wouldn’t be so straight as to
not be willing to fuck on someone else’s bed.
He smirked a little as he set his alarm clock. In a way, it also made it seem so unreal...
so not like the Al he thought he knew...
He yawned again and closed his eyes. Who was he kidding? The Al he thought he knew didn’t have sex—he
was the eternal virgin. The Al he
thought he knew was someone who was much too nice for his own good, someone
everyone liked, and someone who didn’t like to hurt other people’s
feelings. The Al he thought he knew
couldn’t possibly be the type of person who would sweet talk girls to get them
into bed with him, then leave them after the chase was over...
Ed yawned again and burrowed deeper in the
covers. Though his thoughts continued to
come up with theories about Al’s sexual motivations, likes, and habits, he
found himself drifting off and soon weariness overtook him and he was fast
asleep.
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