Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love

by Jay Belle Isle

  Instead of glibly changing the subject though, he continued. "I have over two hundred pubished articles, serious articles, in respected media sources; I speak five freakin' languages, one of which isn't even human; I can name practically every piece of classical music ever written and describe the strengths and weaknesses of each one; I cook like a chef in a five-star restaurant; I can give the best sommelier in the finest establishments a run for their money, I'm so knowledgeable about wine, and," he paused for a breath, "I'm not just 'comfortably well off,' I'm 'gross domestic product of Japan' wealthy." Edgar's better sense finally kicked in as he realized this tangent was heading into potentially dangerous territory.

  "And," he said with a smirk, "I'm known far and wide for my amazing modesty!" He chuckled to cover his surprise at how much he'd revealed to Maddi, thinking that Blue Dream was off the list for time spent with other people. Yet, at some level, he knew it wasn't the weed; rather, it was this amazing young man seated next to him that opened this long-locked compartment in his mind. Maddi laughed too, but it was tinged with nervousness.

  Sensing this, Edgar immediately apologized. "I'm so sorry, Maddi! I didn't mean to go all crazy on you. Definitely not what I'd planned for our first date. Um, if I made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry and I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to get the hell away from me. It's coming down in buckets still, but I can give you a rain suit so you don't -" Maddi moved, quickly closing the small gap between them and silenced Edgar with a kiss.

  Edgar was so taken aback that he just sat there for a moment, eyes wide as Maddi - eyes appropriately closed - gave him a deep and incredible kiss. When he noticed that Edgar wasn't reciprocating, he pulled back a couple inches and said, "This is supposed to be where you kiss me back, silly!" before planting his lips firmly over Edgar's again. This time, Edgar reciprocated.

  After a few minutes of exploring each other's mouths, the two separated, breathing a bit hard. "Uh," Edgar blinked, dazed. "What just happened?"

  Maddi laughed. Not a gentle amused laugh, but a full-out belly laugh, falling back against the overstuffed arm of the loveseat. Edgar watched, thoroughly confused. After a few moments, Maddi laughed himself out and sat up. "Sorry!" he said and burst out giggling. This time though, he didn't lose control. "I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing at the situation! By the way, you have to tell me where you bought that weed! I gotta get me some of that shit!"

  For his part, Edgar still looked like a deer in headlights. Unfortunately, this sent Maddi into uncontrollable giggles again. Edgar joined him a few seconds later, his surprise having worn off, replaced by a sudden sense of relief. It became a vicious cycle; one man's hysterical giggling serving only to spur the other on to more. Eventually, they were laughing so hard they fell off the loveseat to the soft, plush area rug in front of the fireplace. Of course, this had the effect of throwing gasoline on a fire and the two were howling and holding their sides, tears rolling down their faces.

  Five minutes later, the laughter became the occasional giggle until the two of them were quiet, breathing heavily and wiping tears off their cheeks. "Oh!" Edgar said, "I did not know how badly I needed that! I haven't laughed like that in years!"

  "Me either!" said Maddi, struck by one last chuckle. "It felt amazing!"

  "Agreed," said Edgar, smiling. He stretched out his legs, bare feet warming by the fire. Maddi followed suit and the two sat quietly for a moment.

  "Edgar," Maddi said, seriously. "I want you to know you didn't freak me out. It was kinda surprising, I'll give you that much; but I'm still here, I'm still having a great time, and I don't wanna leave any time soon. That has absolutely nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with you." He reached out and took Edgar's hand. "However, unless you want an unpleasant stain on this beautiful rug, I have to excuse myself. My bladder has the worst timing."

  "No worries, Maddi, and thank you. I appreciate your understanding," Edgar said. "It's the first door on the left," he added, directing Maddi to the guest bathroom.

  "Thanks!" Maddi said. "I won't be long. I really do wish I didn't have to go just now, though," but he was already rising.

  "That's OK," Edgar said. "I promise I'll still be here when you get back."

  Maddi turned back to Edgar, stuck his tongue out and said, "Smart ass!"

  Edgar returned the gesture adding, "No. Just well-trained!"

  Maddi laughed, then squeaked, grabbed his lower abdomen and hustled off to relieve himself. Edgar took the chance to head to his own bathroom; the bout of laughter had awakened the same urge in his bladder. He also took the opportunity for some rare self-chastisement.

  Jesus Christ, Edgar! What the hell was that?! Ya get a little stoned and suddenly you're spilling your guts to a total stranger!? Holy fuck! What's next? 'Hey, by the way, I'm over four hundred years old!?' And telling him I'm worth more money than anyone could spend in a normal lifetime? How does an average twenty-six year old accomplish that, huh? Also, it's a great motivation for him to want to stick around; I'm not just rich, I'm richer than a God almost no one believes in anymore!

  It was that last thought that brought Edgar to his senses. He was shocked that he'd even thought Maddi could be a gold-digger. While certainly possible, it seemed an extremely remote possibility. Over almost five centuries, Edgar had become a very good judge of character and Maddi, despite putting every penny into school and little else, certainly didn't come across as an opportunist. He'd been enthusiastic about Edgar even before he knew that Edgar was regular rich.

  As he washed up, he realized that he felt relief and not just from an empty bladder. He felt relief because he'd vented his frustrations; every word of his rant was true and it was nice to get if off his chest with someone he instinctively knew he could trust. He shook his head, amazed at the realization. He held on to the edge of the counter as the rest of the thought hit him. He not only knew that he could trust Maddi, at least with most of the truth, but he actually wanted to share it with Maddi. That fact, not the Blue Dream, had been the impetus of his rant; it went beyond any purely physical attraction he had toward the young man. Maddi was fascinating to Edgar and, seemingly, utterly innocent of ulterior motive.

  It wasn't innocence as a child was innocent; no, he'd seen Maddi at Wiz' party. The boy could almost teach Edgar a few tricks in the sack and he knew his way with a vaporizer. It was more a type of purity, a way of looking at life and finding the good in any situation. While Edgar's life was carefree, his world view tended to be a bit jaded and the way he had to manage certain parts was completely ruthless. The woman from the bank came to mind; now there was a gold-digger. He splashed his face with cold water, toweled off and looked in the mirror.

  It's not the weed and it's not Maddi, it's you. Edgar, ol' boy; you are into this guy. You weren't even sure you wanted to call him and you're ready to tell him your life story. There's only one thing in the known Universe that can fuck with a guy that badly. It's way too soon for that, but this is how it starts. Well, nothing to it but to do it, right?

  He stood there a moment longer, letting the realization sink in fully. It had been a long time since he'd been emotionally interested in someone; not that he didn't feel the desire to have that connection, but immortality made it difficult. So, rather than indulge the desire for romantic love, he suppressed it, satisfying it with friendship instead. Somehow, Maddi was breaking down those walls and Edgar didn't mind at all.

  Edgar hung up the towel and headed back for the living room. He found Maddi, comfortably ensconced on the loveseat watching the fire. He turned when he heard Edgar enter the room. "I was beginning to wonder if I should send in a search party," he quipped with a smile.

  Edgar laughed. "Sorry, I got distracted."

  "No problem! Good weed and a mirror and I can see why you'd get distracted," he winked at Edgar.

  "Brat!" said Edgar, ruffling Maddi's hair as he passed. He sat down and turned to face Maddi. "You had something else to say?" Edgar prompted, smiling.

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bsp; Maddi smiled back and said, "Yes. Gimme your hands." Maddi turned to face Edgar and reached for his hands. "Gimme!" He repeated when Edgar didn't move. Edgar complied and Maddi gave them a gentle squeeze before speaking. "Edgar, you did not make me uncomfortable; like I said, it was a little unexpected, seeing as how you seem like the kind of guy who always has it together. So yeah, a little surprising, but not uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, actually; in that moment, you were totally you, no filters. I wanted to get to know you, the Edgar on the inside; you showed me part of that. Not that you haven't been genuine all evening, but you showed a vulnerable side. Kinda like me telling you I didn't think I had a chance with you."

  He paused, letting his words sink in a bit and continued. "Who knows what this might turn into? Maybe I'll decide I don't like that you fart in bed or you'll decide you don't like that I snore. For the record, it sounds like a kitten purring, so it's more likely to be the farting thing. The point is that we both know this feels like more than a case of being horny. So, let's both acknowledge that we're not perfect and enjoy the evening. Also for the record, I sometimes talk too much when I'm high." He let go of Edgar's hands, leaned back with a smile and said, "After you pick up your jaw from your lap, get over here and kiss me, dammit!"

  Edgar did exactly that and took a break to look down into Maddi's eyes. He grinned and said, "For the record, they smell like cinnamon buns and it only happens on Christmas." He stifled Maddi's giggle with another kiss, but the two soon become lost in laughter, holding tightly to on another. It was a good thing too, as all the laughing caused Edgar to lose his balance on the loveseat and the couple suddenly found themselves on the floor again, this time with Maddi stretched out atop Edgar.

  The shock of hitting the floor put a stop to their laughter and it was Maddi's turn to look down into Edgar's eyes. They stared at each other smiling until Maddi dipped his head and gave Edgar a peck on the tip of his nose, followed by another on Edgar's full lips. The kiss deepened, tongues at first lazily exploring, then dueling hungrily. Maddi ground his hips against Edgar's abdomen, feeling the man's rock-hard cock. Edgar reached down and cupped Maddi's firm ass, grinding the boy's hips even harder against his own.

  Maddi broke the kiss. "I want you in me, now, Edgar," he said.

  Edgar looked up into Maddi's eyes, lids at half mast, glazed with passion. "I'm in," he said. "I wanna taste your ass first."

  "Not yet you're not," Maddi quipped, winking. "And by now, I mean now. There'll be time for other stuff later." He shifted into a sitting position, tossed off his robe and opened Edgar's. Edgar's hard-on nestled in the crack of his ass. He ground down a few times, eliciting a gasp from Edgar, before reaching back and impaling himself on Edgar's cock. "Ahhhhhh!" he let out a moan as he took Edgar's pre-cum-slick rod to the hilt.

  "Holy fuck!" Edgar gasped. "Are you for real, Maddi? Damn!"

  "You tell me," Maddi answered, gripping Edgar's cock with his hot tightness, rising until he reached the head of Edgar's cock and slamming himself back down.

  "Fuuuuck me!" Edgar exclaimed.

  "No. Fuck me!" was Maddi's reply as he began riding Edgar hard and fast.

  Edgar grabbed hold of Maddi's hips and complied, bucking up into the younger man's ass. He locked eyes with Maddi, who grinned between moans. "Yeah, just like that, Edgar. Do me just like that!"

  "Ungh!" Edgar gasped. "Take it, Maddi! Ride my fuckin' cock!"

  Maddi picked up speed, bouncing so hard on Edgar's rod that his own was smacking loudly against his abdomen. He threw his head back, letting out a loud moan. "This is so good, man!"

  "Fuck yeah, it is," Edgar responded. "I'm gonna go soon, if you keep it up, Maddi!"

  "Do it," Maddi gasped. "Blow your fuckin' load up my ass!" He reached down and grabbed his own cock, pounding it furiously. "I'm right there with you, Edgar!"

  Both men were breathing hard as their orgasms built. Maddi was the first to tip over the edge, body rocking spasmodically; his load hitting Edgar's chin and open mouth. He slurped it up greedily. Edgar came before Maddi's climax was finished, grunting as he pumped a huge load deep into Maddi's ass.

  CHAPTER 14

  They lay there breathing heavily, Maddi collapsed on Edgar with Edgar's cock still in his ass. Edgar's arms were wrapped around the boy's back and Maddi's throat was resting on Edgar's right shoulder, his forehead on the plush area rug. They stayed like this until their breathing slowed, Edgar slowly stroking Maddi's back.

  "That was fucking incredible, Maddi" Edgar whispered softly.

  "Mmmmmffff," was Maddi's answer. He lifted his head, gave Edgar a quick kiss and said, "It sure as hell was. Can we do it again?"

  Edgar looked at the boy as though he'd lost his mind. "Now?" he asked. "I don't think I even have the strength to get off the floor at the moment!" he grinned up at Maddi.

  Maddi chuckled. "Just kidding! I can't move, much less go again right away. I wouldn't mind another round later, though," he wriggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

  "That can be arranged," Edgar said, giving him a playful swat on the rump.

  "Hey!" Maddi twitched and Edgar's still hard cock dislodged itself from Maddi's ass. The pair shivered at the stimulation. "That was truly amazing, Edgar. I came so hard, I saw stars."

  "You were beautiful, letting go like that; so beautiful," Edgar reached up and ran a hand through Maddi's sweat-soaked hair.

  "So were you, man," the boy replied. "I think you're gonna need to clean this rug after all!" he smiled.

  "No sweat," said Edgar. "Well, actually a lot of it. Thank goodness we have the fire; we'd be freezing by now, otherwise."

  "I know," Maddi said, stretching he legs out behind him and running his hands through Edgar's damp hair. "What say we get a shower?"

  "I think that's a great idea," said Edgar, a smart-ass smile on his face. "Second only to the one you had about seducing me."

  "Hey, now!" Maddi exclaimed in mock annoyance, giving Edgar's hair a gentle tug.

  Edgar responded by swatting Maddi on the ass again, the playful hit making a sharp snapping sound in the otherwise quiet room. Edgar was surprised when Maddi's eyes shut and the boy's hard cock spasmed against his abdomen. "Mmmmm!" the boy moaned, lazily opening his eyes halfway. Edgar could see the lust gleaming in Maddi's half-closed eyes; apparently, the boy liked a little spanking. Edgar filed that away for future reference.

  Maddi looked down at Edgar, eyes fully open now and answered the unspoken question. "Yes, on occasion I've been known to get off on a little 'discipline', just so you know." He gave a quick smile and kissed Edgar's forehead. He pushed himself up, straddling Edgar's hips as he'd done during their furious coupling.

  "Funny," said Edgar. "On occasion, I've been known to enjoy taking naughty boys over my knee." Once again, Maddi's eyes fluttered and this time he ground his ass against Edgar's now-softening cock.

  A moment later, he looked down at Edgar and said, "If we keep going like this, we're going to disprove physiology and start going again. Plus, we're never gonna get off this rug and I have to admit, as good as that sounds, I'm getting kinda hungry."

  "Agreed," said Edgar, moving to a sitting position and kissing Maddi. "While I've no complaints about never leaving this spot, I'm getting hungry, too. Let's hit the shower, eh?"

  "Deal," said Maddi, getting up somewhat unsteadily. He reached out a hand and helped the equally unsteady Edgar to his feet. Immediately, they wrapped each other in an embrace, clearly not wanting to lose physical contact. Edgar finally broke the embrace, picked up their robes and took Maddi by the hand leading him to the shower.

  "Nice bedroom," Maddi said as they passed through. "I propose round two happens in here. Unless, of course, I like the kitchen more."

  Edgar marveled at how Maddi opened up when he was comfortable; not only were the nerves gone, but the boy displayed a wit as quick and sharp as a bullwhip. "Thanks," Edgar responded to the compliment. "The counters in the kitchen are just the right height for fucking," he gri
nned wickedly. "Whichever room we pick for round two, we'll choose the other for round three."

  Maddi, not missing a beat, replied, "That's perfect. Unless we start round two in the shower. Then it'll be three and four in the other places." His grin matched Edgar's.

  "I like the way you think, Maddi," said Edgar, stopping and giving him a quick kiss. "Still not sure I'm ready for round two, though."

  Maddi laughed, "Me either, Edgar, but a boy can dream."

  "I like your dreams," Edgar said as he led them into the master bath. "Here we are!"

  Maddi took one look at the shower and exclaimed, "You could have an orgy in here, it's so big!"

  Edgar grinned like the cat that ate the canary. "Could?" he said teasingly. "More like 'have'."

  "Hot!" said Maddi, following Edgar into the shower.

  Edgar gave him a wink and ordered up a relaxing shower. "Wash your back?" he asked playfully.

  "Didn't you already?" it was Maddox' turn to wink.

  Edgar laughed and grabbed the young man in a bear hug, kissing the top of his head. "You are so much fun!" he said. "I'm so glad Wiz gave you my comm ID."

  "Me, too!" Maddi said. "It took some doing, but once I told him I wanted to get to know you better and not just get fucked, he seemed happy to help. I know it's not proper protocol, but for someone like you, I'm willing to bend a few rules. He really is a romantic, y'know? And a good friend."

  Edgar began soaping Maddi's back as he was talking. "He sure is. At first, I'll admit I was a little peeved he broke the rules. Now... Let's just say he was totally right."

  "Mmmhmm," Maddi replied, snuggling into Edgar's chest and lathering his back in return. The two men contented themselves in gently washing each other, taking turns, sharing the joy of post-coital contact. The shower ended with a deep kiss.

  After they toweled dry and dressed again in the cozy robes, the pair returned to the living room. "I don't know about you, Maddi, but I could probably do without the fire. If you want to keep it on though, we will."