Then Ed bent his head, spread Laurie's cheeks, and licked his taint.
He made more fucking love to that taint—perineum, he corrected himself with a smile—than he had ever given that anatomy in his life, and he didn't exactly shy away from that lovely little patch of skin in any circumstance. Why he fixated so much on it now, he wasn't sure, but it felt right, so he did. Maybe it was because it was such a tease, like the dancing. So hot, but so not balls or asshole either. There was only the barest hint of sweat there too, which Ed never minded and kind of liked, but mostly Laurie's taint tasted like soap and clean and Laurie. And Ed loved it. He loved it up and down and sideways and in circles until Laurie was practically weeping. And all the while he was holding Laurie open, letting his pink pucker take in the air, letting it ache. Sometimes he lifted his head enough to watch it convulse, begging him, but Ed just smiled and went back to his patch of skin until he heard the word he'd been waiting for.
“Please.” Laurie's hands were rucking up the comforter around him in their desperation. “Please.”
“Yes, sir,” Ed whispered, smiling. He laid his tongue flat, slid it up the now glistening and quivering bit of flesh and over into the hair and then the shallow valley that flexed for him. Ed licked Laurie's asshole as thoroughly as he had his taint, reveling at the incoherent noises Laurie was making, the way he had forgotten his hesitation entirely and was humping the bed, frotting against the comforter on his own, pushing himself back harder and harder against Ed's mouth.
Ed grinned. Then he took firm hold of Laurie's cheeks, pulled them open wide, and shoved his tongue inside.
Oh, God help him, but it was almost better than fucking him. Laurie went from begging and pleading to grunting and bucking, animal now, rutting so hard that Ed had to dig his fingers in and really push into him or risk being thrown off. He imagined what it would be like to ride Laurie like this with his cock, to feel him pulsing and fucking back as his cock was in that velvet heat, and Ed moaned and wiggled his tongue inside Laurie.
Laurie made a sort of cascading yelp, and Ed felt him drawing up, ready to come.
But Ed pulled out again, purring at the cry of frustration that tore from Laurie's throat; he was being vicious now, he knew, but he told himself it was okay because he wasn't breaking the rules. He was just leaning on them really, really hard.
Turning Laurie to face him, he ran a finger down his crack. “I want to put my finger inside you, Laurie.”
He about came right then and there as Laurie shut his eyes, lifted his leg to rest his knee on Ed's hip and open himself, and nodded.
But Ed pushed the leg back down again, gently, and he sat up to reach over to his drawer. He was generous with the lube. Really, really generous. He bent to kiss him as he snaked his slick finger around the back, but to his surprise, Laurie drew back; then Ed remembered where his mouth had been. Laurie looked wary again, but Ed just grinned, sat up again, and reached for a tissue.
Then he thought, no, do it right, and wiped his finger off instead. He murmured, “Be right back” as gently as he could and hurried to the bathroom where he washed his hands and his face, and then, because he'd come this far, brushed his teeth. When he came back to the bed, Laurie was sitting up and hugging his knees. He didn't say anything until Ed crawled up beside him and brushed a minty kiss across his lips. Laurie kissed him back, then said, “Thank you.”
“You know,” Ed said, easing him back down onto his side, passing the lube to one hand before lifting Laurie's knee high on his hip, giving him access. “You could just tell me this stuff.”
“I know. I'm sorry,” Laurie said, sliding his hands up Ed's chest. “I just—oh.”
Ed pushed his slick finger up against Laurie's hole, nudging his way slowly in. “Open for me, baby. Relax and let me in.” He nipped at Laurie's bottom lip. “Let me in your hot little hole, sweet thing. Let me slide around inside you and make you moan.”
Laurie's eyes were shut now, and he was panting, and slowly, slowly, he was relaxing. Ed was still working on entry, but his mind was looking ahead to the slick heat he'd felt the edge of with his tongue. Let go to me, baby, he urged him with his mouth, his hand on the back of Laurie's neck, and his finger, probing slowly, insistently, until at last, with a sigh, Laurie opened and sucked him inside. And then Ed was moaning too, because it felt so, so good.
He hadn't planned on the dirty talk, but he fell into it, whispering into Laurie's ear how good and tight he felt, how hot, how just fucking him with his finger made Ed's balls ache. He explained to him how it was his middle finger, and even though Laurie certainly couldn't be missing this part, he told him he was shoving it all the way in, so hard, going faster and faster and faster, that it felt so good he was going to come all over him. He told Laurie he felt so good inside, that he loved fucking him with his finger and his tongue, that he was so hot and sweet and amazing. Laurie moaned and cried through it all, clutching at Ed's chest, his shoulders, his cock, wherever his hands could reach. Ed wished he dared put two fingers in, or three. He had a brief fantasy of his whole hand, but holy shit, was Laurie not ready for anything like that. Maybe never would be.
But it was okay, because this, even in its dialed-back form, was nothing like anything Ed had ever done in bed. He'd never felt this wound up. He'd never wound anybody up like this either. And so he fucked on, moving his finger in and out of Laurie faster and faster and faster until Laurie was shouting and digging his fingernails into his shoulders, and then at last he tightened, shrieked, and came all over Ed's chest. Ed kept his finger inside him as Laurie came down, kept fucking him slower and slower until Laurie was sated and panting beside him, and he reluctantly withdrew. He just lay there, watching the flush of Laurie's cheeks spread over his body, a flush not of embarrassment but contentment. He watched those eyes open, and he stared down at them, watching the passion play there.
But then Laurie took hold of Ed's cock, gave him a wicked smile, and the game changed.
He shoved Ed up against the pillows and wrenched his legs around in one movement, then knelt between them and, with no preamble, took Ed deep into his throat. Ed drew his knees up, spread them open, and watched, so horny he thought he'd blow out all his insides when he came, and then Laurie looked up at him with those sultry eyes—and he snapped. Roaring, he took hold of Laurie's hair with both hands and fucked his mouth, mindless, eight hard thrusts, and then he came like a geyser, so much and so hard that he could feel it leaking out of Laurie's mouth and back onto his sac. And then, finally spent, he realized what he had done and looked down at Laurie in horror.
But Laurie was just wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and sliding up Ed's body, semen on his lips as he aimed for Ed's. Half an inch away, he paused, uncertain.
Ed grabbed the back of his head and took him openmouthed and hard, licking the semen away and then just licking for good measure until they were rolling together on the bed, mouths locked, weak and sated and yet barely started at all.
Eventually they both went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and brushed their teeth again. Laurie put on knit pants as he headed back to the bed, and following his lead, Ed put on a pair of boxers. They lay together beneath the sheets, pressed close, nuzzling gently, bathing in the pulse of the aftermath. Ed was glad for the softness but mostly glad for the quiet, because he needed the space of it just now.
Because he was in love with Laurie. He knew that now. Hopelessly, completely, ridiculously. And he knew, too, that loving this man was going to be one hell of a ride.
But right now it was soft and sweet, and Ed clung to it, glad for the first time in his life to be taking things slow.
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Chapter Eleven
free spin: a general freestyle dance term used to describe a turn without a handhold and with no set landing position.
Laurie woke tangled in Ed's arms. He was turned away, facing the gym equipment and the end table, and Ed was pressed against his back, arm
wrapped tight around his waist and knee over Laurie's hip. His face was buried in the back of Laurie's hair, and if he concentrated, he could feel the warmth of Ed's breath against his nape.
He didn't have to focus very hard to feel the pressure of his lover's hard cock against his backside, though.
Shutting his eyes, Laurie soaked in all the sensations: the feel of Ed's body, the weight of him, the smell of his pillow, the muffled sound of traffic from the street below. Sunlight was streaming in through the industrial window above their heads. Laurie's body still hummed with the release he'd had the night before—twice—and as he lay there, basking in it all, it seemed like a perfect, almost crystalline moment.
Then Ed nuzzled Laurie's neck, purred, and slid his hand down to the front of Laurie's pants.
Laurie gasped, then gasped again as Ed fumbled beneath the waistband with no preamble whatsoever. When Laurie began to make soft, breathless sounds, Ed... Well, really, he growled, which made Laurie whimper, and then his pants were shoved down. Ed licked a long trail up the line of Laurie's spine from his shoulders to his hairline, pulled himself out of his boxers, and thrust his cock between Laurie's legs.
It felt like fucking. It was the same motion they'd be making if Ed had pushed inside of Laurie and taken him, except he wasn't inside, he was just against, and somehow it was even more arresting than if Ed had just plowed him raw. Laurie was crying out now as Ed continued to fondle his cock and whisper incoherent but wicked-sounding endearments against the back of Laurie's neck, and Laurie reached back and grabbed hold of Ed's hair to hold him there. It was like torture, so much friction, so much shock and raw, pumping sex, but no penetration, none whatsoever, just the whisper of Ed's pubic hair as he spread Laurie's ass and ground against him.
“You like this, baby?” Ed growled. He was licking Laurie's ear now, huffing his breath into it as he thrust. “Feel good to you?”
“Yes.” Laurie's eyes were closed, and his mouth was open, and he thrashed around, chasing something. Not release, not yet, but there was something, something he couldn't find but something he needed—
And then Ed was pushing at his shoulder, slowing but not stopping his thrusts. “Roll on your belly, baby, and lift up your ass.”
Laurie did as he was told, aching, needing, fearing a little too, but not Ed and not this. He felt all jumbled inside, which made him upset, because he'd been so happy a minute ago, and this was so good—what was wrong with him?—and then he gasped as he felt his cheeks pulled apart. He felt Ed's cock slide beneath his, then jolted as his own legs were slammed together around it, and then Ed was fucking again, and Laurie shut his eyes and started sliding away again.
Then he heard Ed spit, and he felt something wet land against his cheeks.
His eyes opened wide against the comforter, and then the wet of spit came again. And again.
And then he felt Ed's spit-slick finger push against him.
Laurie resisted for a few seconds, jolted out of the moment, but then Ed stroked his backside, then slapped it lightly and pushed his finger again. Laurie convulsed, but his anus relaxed enough that Ed's finger made a little headway in. And then he relaxed a little more, and Ed's finger slipped deeper. It disappeared briefly, and Laurie knew cold at his back, then Ed was back, and this time when his finger pushed against Laurie's entrance, it was cold and slick with lube. Ed wedged himself back into place, meshing their bodies, thrusting with his hips to slide his cock beneath Laurie's as his finger pushed inside, insistent. Laurie didn't fight him. He let go, deeper than he had before, giving in, letting Ed take him. The finger was all the way in now, but not thrusting, just buried inside him as Ed kept pistoning with his cock. Laurie felt full, but it wasn't enough. He needed—he needed—
“Fuck me,” he cried weakly, then lifted his head a little and said it again, a little louder. “Fuck me, Ed. Fuck me. Fuck me—”
He moaned as Ed did, pushing his finger in time to his cock, giving Laurie the sensation that he really was being fucked, that this was Ed's cock inside him, pushing into him, filling him, taking him—
He cried out, a strangled scream, and he came all over the bed.
But Ed didn't stop. His hips kept rolling, and he kept his finger going. “So hot, baby,” he whispered, getting his rhythm back again. “You're so hot, so fucking hot. So beautiful. So fucking, fucking beautiful.” His finger pulled out, and he gripped the sides of Laurie's ass again, pulling him open, and Laurie shut his eyes, shaking, knowing Ed was looking at him, wanting him. He let him look, and when he had the courage, he bent forward a little more, spreading himself, a silent invitation. Yes. Yes, Ed. Look at me. Have me.
Abruptly, Ed pulled back, swore under his breath, and for a few moments the bed shook as Ed jerked himself. Then Laurie felt hot cum spraying all over his back, some making it all the way up to his hair. It should have been as jarring as the spit, and on some level it was. But on another level he was coming down from an intense orgasm, and he was very, very sated, and all he could think of was how much he loved that Ed wanted him so much.
And a tiny part of him liked the wicked feeling of being covered in cum...so long as it was Ed's.
All of him loved it when Ed sank against him, gluing his chest to Laurie's back as he rolled them away to the side, out of range of Laurie's own pond he'd made on the comforter, and drew Laurie tight against him. Rasping, he kissed Laurie hard on the shoulder with more than a little tongue.
“Good morning.”
Laurie smiled and reached back for his hair weakly. “Yes,” he agreed.
“Sorry I went everywhere,” Ed murmured, still tasting Laurie's skin. “You just had me so wound up. Fucking hell, Laur. That was seriously hot.”
Laurie's smile was going to break his face. “You're the only one who's ever told me that.”
“You are. You're a fucking wildcat in bed, baby.” He stroked Laurie's arm, once, then again. “Can you come over again tonight?”
“I have another performance this afternoon and a reception after that I can't skip.” He slid his fingers through the hair on Ed's arm. “But after, sure.”
“We don't—” Ed nuzzled once, then stopped. “I don't care what we do. Or don't. I just want to be with you.”
Laurie was sure they would end up in bed again, doing this and more, but it made his heart warm to hear Ed say that, because he was fairly sure he meant it. He felt...wanted. Which was an odd thing to cherish, because Laurie had been wanted a lot in his life. But it had been professional or for sex. This was different.
Don't break this, he urged himself and rolled over for a kiss.
Ed tried to take him out for breakfast, but they'd lingered so long in bed that Laurie really was edging toward running late. So after another shower, Ed fed him coffee and toast before he drove him to where he'd left his car downtown. They kissed a lingering good-bye inside the car, and Laurie promised to call once he was free for the evening.
He felt buoyant, though, until he got to the theater and had to worry about his performance. He made no missteps this time, but he was more careful too. A critic might say his heart wasn't in it, and several likely would. He didn't care. He couldn't make a mistake like that again.
As he waited in the wings for the curtain call, he forced himself not to think about it, to think about Ed instead, the memories making his blood hum. It was the way Ed regarded him with his...dare he call it his heart in his eyes? Affection, at least. Ed looked at him in open affection, and it made his own heart warm. Sex wasn't too difficult to come by, if one was determined to go and get it. The way Ed looked at him—well. It had been a long, long time. Laurie decided he deserved to feel a little giddy.
Especially when he came back to his dressing room after the show to find a ridiculously huge bouquet of red roses waiting for him. He tried to temper his heart as it leaped up at the sight, tried to warn it that the flowers might not be from Ed, but Laurie saw the two-letter signature before he even started to read the note.
Figur
ed I shouldn't come backstage again after, because you know how I get when you're in tights. Sent these instead. I wrote this card before the show, but I know you were amazing as always. Looking forward to seeing you later.—Ed
Laurie felt his face heat even as his heart moved well beyond his throat and seemed to hover somewhere near the ceiling. Ed had come to the performance? Again? And he'd sent flowers? Laurie clutched the card to his chest, smiling so hard his face hurt. Then he read the card again and again and again. Finally, with reluctance, he set the card back down and began to get dressed, though he had to stop frequently to reread the card or stare at the bouquet and grin.
He was fingering the edge of a rose and trying to work out how he could skip the reception after all when a knock came on the door. Leaving the roses, Laurie crossed to open it and found himself, to his surprise, staring at his mother.
Caroline Parker smiled her thin, abstracted smile. “Good. I was hoping to catch you before you left this time. I wanted to talk to you about the charity benefit.” When he didn't move right away, she patted his arm and nudged him gently but deliberately out of the way so she could come into his dressing room. Her eyes lit up as she saw the flowers. “Are these from the children? That's lovely.” She reached for the card.
Waking up at last, Laurie hurried over and snatched the card out of her hand before she could read it. She blinked at him, surprised and clearly a little affronted. Laurie pretended not to notice and tucked the card into his trouser pocket, his thumb rubbing against the edge of Ed's card. “What about the charity benefit?”
“I want you to agree to perform, sweetheart. Now that you've done so well for Oliver, surely you're ready for more?”
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