Sharp Edges: An Urban Gay Romance

by Moreau, Lenore

  "Oliver-" I pant, looking down at him. "Fuck me. Please- please- I need it."

  "I know, baby," he says, grabbing the lube from the side table. "I know. Let me know if I hurt your arm, okay?"

  "Sure," I lie. I let him call me baby like it's nothing. Nobody should be able to call me that. But I love it when he does. "Just get in me. Now." And then he does. My body relaxes in relief. Finally, I'm getting what I've needed for the past few days. "Oh fuck, Oliver-" I moan, my legs and good arm wrapping around him. Our eyes meet, his brighter than I've ever seen them, and all of a sudden my mind clears. It hits me. I form the words easily.

  "I love you," I say, half surprised, half euphoric. His lips crash into mine hard as his hips begin to move. My eyes roll back into my head.

  "I love you too, idiot," he murmurs into my ear. His hands grip my hips, carefully staying away from my arm. His lips press into my neck, sucking into the spot he always marks. His thrusts angle up against my prostate. He finds it deftly now, and each rut has me gasping against him. He kisses me once more. Every one of my nerves is on fire, gently burning in a way that makes me pant and moan and arch up against him. We come together in less than five minutes, clasping onto each other as pleasure wracks our bodies. When I finally stop shaking I fall back against the bed, exhausted. He falls beside me, twisting my good hand in his. Next time we'll have a marathon session. This time I think we just needed to blow off some of the pressure from the past few days.

  "So you love me, huh?" he says, grin obvious in his voice.

  "No fucking way," I say, lazily glancing over at him. "You're hearing things." He pulls a sweaty strand of hair away from my eye, twisting it in his finger for a moment before tucking it behind my ear.

  "You know loving another dude- that's pretty gay."

  "Very gay," I agree. He's got that look in his eye. The one like he thinks he's lucky to be with me. The marveling look. What the fuck did I ever do to deserve him? "I guess maybe it's alright. Y'know now that you've fucked my ass and kissed me and I came out to my psychopathic father maybe I can admit that I might be a little gay. Baby steps."

  "I think you better get used to the fact that you're a lot gay." I groan, rolling over and pushing my head into his chest. My cast lands on the mattress.

  "Well hey. You fucked a gay guy, so you're pretty gay yourself."

  "Ah god, really? I'm gay?" His hands stroke my back, and god dammit, I could get used to this. I love it. And fuck, man, I love him. "I still can't believe you're here."

  "Of course I'm here. The first fucking time you pinned me, you had me. I just didn't know it yet." His chin wraps around my head, tucking me closer to his chest. His heart beats in my ear.

  "You're pretty fucking brave, you know. I wasn't sure if you would do it. I mean, I knew you could, but I wasn't sure if I was worth it to you."

  "You're worth anything." I roll my eyes at myself, audibly groaning. "Fuck, you've turned me into a goddamn sap. You're so bad for me."

  "Mm," he agrees, pulling the covers up to cover us both. The warmth, the crash from my orgasm, the feel of rough fingers brushing over my skin lull me. Tomorrow I'll figure my shit out and find something to do to make money until I get this stupid thing off and go back to mechanic life. Tomorrow I'll go see Lina and finally tell her she was so fucking right. But tonight, there's nothing else I want but to curl up on top of the guy I love and fall asleep. So that's exactly what I do.

  Epilogue

  The streets are dark and empty aside from a few stray hobos. I look out at them, blowing a wave of cigarette smoke against the glass. It's strange looking at the dark streets behind a window. Usually, when I care enough to look, it's because I'm already outside. An arm wraps around my stomach and a hard body presses against me. I grin and push my ass backward, folding my body to fit into his.

  "Do you miss it?" Oliver asks. I think about it for a moment.

  "Sometimes," I admit. "I miss the adrenaline rush. Not the fucking with people. And I get plenty of adrenaline with you. You miss seein' me beat people up?"

  "Sometimes," he says, sticking his chin into the soft spot on my shoulder. "I still get to pin you down and put you in your place, so I get most of what I liked about it. And you got a smart mouth. You shit talk enough people that I get to pin a fighter." I grin, leaning back into him further.

  "The mechanic gig pays better. And I'm less likely to die, which I guess is cool." He shoots an eyebrow up his forehead.

  "Not with your new toy you're not." My new Harley. It's even better than the one I had to sell for food money a few years back when my dad stole our monthly fund. I don't have to save money right now, so I got myself something nice. Oliver and I are saving a little, but there's no fucking way we're leaving Upper East till Lily's old enough. And I need to stick around, make sure Christian finishes high school. No excuse for him not to when he's got three brothers and a sister making money. And there are parts of this place that I love. Oliver, for example. Shit's been fucking great since we got together.

  I smile more. It freaks Lina out. But everybody else seems to like it and to like me. Oliver's the manager at the shop now, which is just fine with me. Positions of power really suit him well. He's a hot boss. And I'm making crazy money compared to what I used to make. Enough to get Christian and Lina, and even Manny and Marco, new clothes. Plus my new baby.

  "Please, you love that bike as much as I do," I scoff. "Maybe more. You always jump my bones when we get off it."

  "That's just 'I'm grateful to be alive' sex." He's a goddamn liar. He's a bigger adrenaline junkie even than I am. Speeding down the street with nothing but a helmet to keep the world out fits our idea of a good time well. And nobody gets black eyes that way. Which I guess has its benefits. "You thought of a name for it yet?"

  "I'm thinking Harley." He sighs into my ear, then shakes his head.

  "You know, your creativity has no bounds." I flip him off casually. He catches my hand and pins it across my chest, his fingers running along the scar that's the only reminder of my dad I've still got. My broken arm scar. Gives me personality, I guess, but I think I've got quite enough of that already. "We gotta make sure the kids are in bed before we go or they'll stay up all night. You know these guys."

  I groan, but let him untangle himself without much protest. We wander down the hall. Christian and the younger boys are up, but they're in their room. And for once quiet. Any other day I'd worry about that, but right now, I just want to hit the road.

  "Get to bed soon," I say before closing the door. Lily and Starla lay fast asleep in Ariel's room. For all of Oliver's wariness, his mom's doing ok. She's keeping herself clean, and she's got some waitress gig. She's good with the kids, too. I've found that I really like her. She makes up for the shitty parents I have. I grin at Lily for a moment, then softly shut the door. She's kind of moved out of Seth's room ever since Ariel went off to college, and she loves sleeping by her mom. All the little ones are just glad to have her back.

  Oliver and I walk out together into the dark night and throw our helmets on. He sits behind me, arms wrapped around my waist as we ride fast out into the night. I laugh at the feeling of it, the air around me singing as we rush past. Night still makes me feel alive. Fast things do too. But now it's got a softer edge to it. Oliver brushes over my edges and leaves them- well, definitely not smooth. But less jagged. More manageable. So the night's soft and exhilarating at once, blending together into a beautiful swirl. I'm almost disappointed when we pull up to Lydia's house. We keep our helmets with us. Can't leave em outside in Upper East if we want to see em again.

  The house is bustling with activity. All the kids are out, and all our friends are together in one spot. Lydia rushes up to us, her cheeks already flushed red with drink.

  "Hey bitches," she says, slinging an arm around me. I groan.

  "You need to brush your teeth. You smell like a Mexican whorehouse."

  "Not my fault you don't like tequila." I scowl at her.

  "I don't
hate it when it's in the bottle. Just on your breath."

  "Happy birthday," Oliver says. She pulls him into a hug, glaring at me behind his back.

  "See, he's a good one. Why the fuck are you with that asshole?"

  "He's pretty," Oliver says simply. I flip them both off.

  "Alcohol," I say. Lydia grabs my hand and pulls me to the kitchen. I grab two beers and throw one to Oliver.

  "Aw, babe," Lydia says in her overly-affectionate drunk voice. She puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on Oliver's. "It's almost been a year for you guys."

  "We didn't officially get together until later," I remind her.

  "Yeah, but the fucking. That's the real anniversary. That's so cute." I roll my eyes at Oliver, who looks amused by the whole thing.

  "We're not fucking cute, asswipe. Go suck a dick."

  "Oh, I'm planning on it." She points out a few different guys she thinks have potential. "Lina's here. Have you seen her yet?"

  "Not yet."

  "Go find her. I'm gonna go get laid." She finally lets go of me and wanders off in the direction of some guy. I watch her go, shaking my head. So predictable. But it is her birthday, after all.

  "She's really great, isn't she," Oliver says. I sigh.

  "She's the best. But if you ever tell her I said that I'll pull all your toenails off with pliers." Oliver rolls his eyes at me.

  "C'mon. If we don't say hi to your sister she'll throw a fit."

  "We need to invite her over soon. She's threatening to burn the place down if we don't. And knowing Lina, I'm not sure that's an empty threat." Lina's staying with the boys at our old house. They claim to like the peace and quiet, but they're all over at Oliver's place more often than not, the fucking liars. They really get the best of both worlds. Lina sees us and makes her way over, scowling.

  "Hey, favorite sister," I try, reaching out to hug her. She holds a hand up to stop me.

  "No. You've been promising to fix our car for how long? And somehow it's still sitting broken-down in front of the house."

  "I will, I promise," I grumble. She nods. I continue under my breath, "Remember who gave you the fuckin' thing in the first place."

  "Yeah you will." She punches my arm, then grins at Oliver. "You look great. I love that shirt."

  "You do too," Oliver says. They grin at each other. Everybody in my life loves Oliver. Most of them love him more than they love me. I'm good with that. Sometimes I love him more than I love me too. I let him talk to Lina, glancing around the party. It's full-on debauchery. I grin. My life used to fit well with this kind of scene. These days I prefer playing house and working my 9-5 job, but it's always nice to come back occasionally. To see what I'm missing out on. Get a little more excitement in my life. Lydia's world fits well here, and it probably always will. But she'll always fit into mine too.

  "Hey," Lina says, punching me again and drawing me out of my thoughts. "For Christian's birthday, we should do something. Like really do something. Go out to the bay or some shit like real families do. He'll be sixteen. That's a big milestone."

  "Fine, you plan it and I'll make it happen," I say. "What about you? Nineteen's a big milestone too."

  "Just get me a keg and a straw and I'll be psyched," she grins. "Maybe a joint or two as well." I miss her. I mean, I see her every other day, but I miss living with her sometimes. She's the only person I know that's as much of an asshole as I am.

  "I might be able to make that happen. Hey, how's that guy- what's his face-"

  "Fuck that shit, man, I'm flying solo. Relationships are for dumbasses. No offense." No offense taken. If being with Oliver makes me a dumbass, I'll gladly be a dumbass for the rest of my days. "I'm getting a drink. You guys good?" We nod and she takes off.

  I lean into Oliver, a smile crawling onto my lips as he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him. I'm still not used to the feelings thrust into my mind whenever he does that. Like I'm safe. Safe and protected. What an idea in Upper East. I'd never fucking admit that out loud, you know. I don't need protection. Still, it's a nice feeling. Somehow he makes me feel it. A few people watch us, but I don't really care anymore. How could I care? If that's the price of being happy, people talking about me, I'll take it.

  Hopefully, they're talking about the fact that my dad got convicted of a fucking murder and he's gonna be locked up the rest of his life. Who fucking knew? I didn't. I had no idea. Guess they found evidence or something on him when they took him in. So he's gone from my life forever. It's a relief that I'm still not used to. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night still and see his face as he swings at me with a heavy metal bar. Sometimes he's standing over that poor bastard whose name I never found out. The worst ones are when he's beating on Lina or Christian and I'm tied up, forced to watch. I guess he'll always be there in the back of my head. But now I've got someone to talk to after the nightmares. And now he can't get to me anymore. At least physically.

  "We should ride around a bit before we go home," Oliver murmurs into my ear. I startle myself back to the present, feeling a little guilty for not paying attention. I grin as the words click into English.

  "I thought you hated Harley the Harley."

  "I've decided she's not so bad. She's kinda foxy really. Plus being on the back of your bike means I get to rub my dick all over your ass without you complaining."

  "Since when have I ever complained about that?"

  "Well, without you begging me to fuck you then."

  "Since when have you ever complained about that?"

  "Yeah true. Alright how bout we ride somewhere, fuck, then go back. That sounds like a better plan anyway, now that I think about it. We go to some empty park, I bend you over a bench and give it to you hard where anybody could see us." His voice is conversational, loud enough that if anybody cared to listen, they'd hear everything. Something about that turns me on even more. It's casual debauchery. With a public aspect. Everything I like rolled into one. I lean deeper against him.

  "Okay. I mean, I could be persuaded."

  "Care about pissing Lydia off?" I glance around. I see Lina drinking her near-pure liquor with her friends. She gives me a little wave. My eyes scan the rest of the room and I grin when I can't find Lydia anywhere.

  "Nah. She's off hooking up with that ugly fucker we went to high school with. She won't even notice. Let's go."

  We step together back into the darkness. I look up for just a moment. In Upper East, you don't see many stars. Just a stray bright one here or there. We can see the moon though. I never used to care about shit like that, but Oliver makes me look at the moonlight differently. It's all pale beauty, just like him. Having him beside me makes me notice shit I wouldn't otherwise. It's like I can see a little further. He pulls me onto my bike and wraps his arms around me. As promised, I feel his hard cock press against me. The same dopey grin I haven't been able to fight away for a year comes back to my face as I start the bike. We speed off down the highway, and again I'm hit by that rush of exhilaration. Speed, Oliver, and home. What more could I possibly want?

  Also by Lenore Moreau

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  The Masked Alpha: An MM Omegaverse Erotic Short

  The Fall of Man

  Lucky Omega: An MM Omegaverse Erotic Short

  The College Mates Series

  Dorm Mates: An MM Omegaverse Erotic Short

  Play Mates: An MM Omegaverse Erotic Short

  Soul Mates: An MM Omegaverse Erotic Short

  Romance

  Heat in the Snow

  About the Author

  Lenore Moreau began her foray into writing when she was in high school. She's written far too many x-rated fan-fictions, and particularly enjoys writing in the Omegaverse and BDSM genres. She lives in Los Angeles with two fluffy animals. You can contact her at lenoremoreauerotica@gmail.com or by visiting her website. She is currently looking for ARC readers for her newest novel. If you’re interested, please reach out by email at lenoremoreauerotica@gmail.com.
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