Chapter Five - Shadows Of The Past
Adrian smiled as he picked up. "Your Majesty, always on time."
He stretched on the bed, lazily, touching his chest. Edward's voice was sex, even when they talked about mundane stuff. What was he thinking? They never talked about mundane stuff.
"Why shouldn't I be? I've sent something to your address. It is a suit, and I hope it fits you to a tee. It should arrive by tomorrow."
"Something wrong with my fashion sense?" Adrian asked right away.
"Not at all, and you look good in anything. It's just that I want you to make an entrance when I take you to our private club this Saturday."
"I can barely wait to see how rich perverts party," Adrian said and laughed.
"What a naughty boy," Edward said in a low, measured voice that was giving Adrian goosebumps. "I adore these little bouts of rebellion; they really add to the anticipation of me breaking you in."
Adrian turned on his belly, his half-hard cock rubbing against the coverlet. He didn't care for being dominated, but Edward's voice and promises were doing wonders to his cock and arousal ever since he had met the man. "What if you never break me in?"
"That would be a premiere. I would admit defeat, of course."
"Hmm, sounds good. What's the prize, though?"
"Besides my admittance that I failed?"
"Yeah. That sounds sweet, too, though."
"What would you like?"
Adrian pondered for a bit. "I'll think about it. It has to be something that goes against your grain."
"Absolutely. I wouldn't have it any other way."
There was a small break in the conversation. Adrian waited. Edward had a way of messing with him that only made him excited about what would follow.
"You're silent," Edward pointed out.
"As you are," Adrian said in reply.
"So why aren't we saying our goodbyes so that we can see about our evening?"
"Why, indeed." Adrian chuckled. "Are you sure about this? About me?"
"Are you getting cold feet, Adrian?"
"Not at all. I'm just teasing you. You'll lose, you know? Wait, is there a time constraint? How long do I have to resist to your futile attempts to fuck me?"
"Ah, I like this. You're practical. Well, I suppose we should put all the terms down. How about six months?"
"Wow. That would be the longest relationship I've ever been in," Adrian commented. "You're making me sign my freedom over to you."
"I'll make it worth your while," Edward replied politely. "So, I guess we're at that point where we should play along with a cliché, right?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Adrian said, still pushing his cock lazily against the bed, giving it just a little bit of rub.
"What are you wearing?" Edward's voice was half seductive silk and half spicy irony.
Adrian loved how he was learning to read the man. "Absolutely nothing. And I'm rubbing my dick against my sheets, imagining how it would be to have you under me."
"I hope those sheets are nothing close to a resemblance to my person."
"They're not. It's frustrating, really. I wish you could skip whatever it is you need to do tonight and come around."
"You still think I'm your booty call."
"Call it whatever you like. I need you here."
"Will you go back on your word and abandon me on Saturday if I don't relent?"
"No. A word's a word. I gave it, so I won't take it back. But it would be so nice to feel you."
Adrian waited, pretending he wasn't keeping his breath, not quite so, for Edward to reply.
"It might turn into a lesson. You might not appreciate it as much."
Adrian made a silent sign of victory, his fist closed. "Oh, if it's your ass, I think I will appreciate it very much."
"Are you looking forward to your training, then?"
"Have it your way. As long as I'm satisfied, you can run your mouth all you want. Your sexy mouth," Adrian added shortly.
"I don't usually comply with such requests. You're barely trying, Adrian."
"That must be my charm." Adrian grinned, knowing well the other couldn't see that. "Admit it, Edward. I'm intriguing you. I challenge you, and you let me get away with stuff because no one ever did that to you."
"You flatter yourself and reduce my experience and expertise to nothing. I have been challenged before."
"Maybe you didn't like the guy. Maybe you like me," Adrian explained right away.
"That must be." The amusement in Edward's voice was easy to guess.
"Then let's cut this convo short. I'm not one for phone sex when I can have the real deal."
"All right then. I will be with you shortly."
"And then I'll be in you," Adrian joked and snickered.
"So crude," Edward remarked, but he laughed, too.
His Majesty could pretend all he wanted. Adrian was sure no one ever told this guy 'no', whatever his pretensions were. Now, that he was challenged, he must have drawn some kinky excitement from saying 'yes' to whatever Adrian was asking.
***
Adrian had no qualms with answering the door completely naked. Edward watched him, giving him a short look and then entered. "What if there was someone else at the door?"
"I would have just told them that I was expecting my booty call."
"You have an answer to everything," Edward commented. "So, do I gather that you want us to go straight to business?"
Adrian leaned against the door, which he had closed quickly after Edward was inside. Despite his bravado, he wasn't that in the mood to shock his neighbors. "Actually, since you caved in and you're here, I'll let you lead in exchange."
Edward smiled. He was standing, not two feet away, detached, hair perfectly combed, his hands in his pockets. "Then that's something to look forward to. Let's move on to the sofa, shall we?"
Adrian plopped himself down on the couch next to Edward, who elegantly sat down, crossing his legs. His hands were linked together, resting on top of one knee, and appeared to lose himself in thought for a second. Then he suddenly turned toward Adrian. "Why are you a bad kisser?"
Adrian snorted. "I'm not a bad kisser. What are you saying? It's just that I don't see why some people consider it so important. I'd rather have sex."
"I enjoy kissing. I believe it is a simulation of penetration that allows those involved to set up some ground rules. If someone insists on being the dominant -"
Adrian grabbed Edward by the back of his head and kissed him hard. "You had me at 'I enjoy'."
"And I thought you said you'd let me be in charge," Edward replied. He touched his hair for a brief second, somewhat seemingly self-conscious.
"Did I?" Adrian grinned and leaned into Edward's shoulder, batting his eyelashes.
Edward laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "All right, then. On your knees, Adrian."
"Ah, damn," Adrian mock-complained, but obeyed, and placed himself on his knees, right in front of his guest.
Edward touched his cheeks gently and used his thumbs to tease the corners of his mouth. "Let's see it, then."
Adrian closed his eyes as Edward's lips touched his, feather-like. Everyone who knew him would laugh his ass off. He was a straightforward kind of guy. He liked having his dick sucked and fucking nice asses. Not ever was he for indulging in such a dull thing as foreplay. Yet, right now, he was making an exception to the rule, and it was more than half pleasant.
Edward used more than just his lips to kiss him. From time to time, he moved away just very little, and let one thumb brush against Adrian's bottom lip, over and over, the firmer touch making small eddies of pleasure course through his body.
"Open, just a smidge," Edward demanded, and Adrian allowed one naked thumb to squeeze through and caress his tongue.
Then, a hungry tongue followed, and Adrian let one tiny moan escape. Edward broke the kiss and watched him through half-hooded eyes. Adrian blinked a few times. "You really want to seduce me?"
"It's part of the play," Edward replied.
"Then you should up the ante. Your kisses are good, but it's your ass I'm yearning for."
Edward allowed a small, thin smile to curl his lips. "Are you trying to tell me you don't like it? I heard you quite distinctively."
"That was just something in my throat," Adrian lied. "And it's good; I'm not saying it's not good."
Edward touched the tip of his nose. "You're not a very good liar. How you managed to fool so many men, it's beyond me."
"It's simple. I always tell the truth. I tell them that I want them to suck my dick, and when I tell them not to call, it's the truth, too."
"Yet, you give them your number."
"How do you know that?"
"A lucky guess."
"They ask for it. I tell them I won't bother to answer. But you know, it would be too cruel to refuse such a simple request."
"Too cruel," Edward echoed his words. "What you do is even crueler."