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“Eurgh, darn.”
Edward sighed, glaring down at the brown puddle on the ground, and assessed the damage it had done to the hem of his jeans. Of course, Edward thought, the second Zach wants to see me outside the men’s bathroom I show up and tread dirt through his apartment.
He huffed, zipped up his parka, and continued on his journey one foot wetter.
Regret spiked through Edward’s belly as he rapped his fist against Zach’s apartment door. Immediately the lack of stained hallway carpeting and working light bulbs stuck out to him. This guy had money, real money, not like Edward who frequently lived off toast and instant noodles for days at a time. But before he had the chance to indulge his irrationality and bolt down the clean, well-lit hall and back to his apartment, the door swung open (without squeaking, he noticed) to reveal Zach, an easy expression on his face and the top two buttons of his shirt undone.
“Ed, hey, come on in,” He smiled, lopsided and full of desire, “Oh, and I’m sorry about the mess. I haven’t cleaned in a little while.”
Edward looked around and the pit in his stomach grew. It was near spotless, blank walls free of peeling wallpaper and white ceiling missing yellowed water damage stains, the decor effortlessly minimal, in the way that the rich lived, all blacks and whites and expensive, abstract artwork that cost more than Edward’s rent. He thought he might be developing a stress headache.
“Put your jacket wherever, you can keep your shoes on that mat right there,” He gestured to a small black doormat in the entryway, and Edward immediately complied, a wave of anxious nausea rolling through him at the thought of ‘putting his jacket wherever’ - he couldn’t quite tell what was furniture and what were sleek, thought-provoking sculptures. Thankfully he spotted a metal rack that held Zach’s work bag and perfectly tailored blazer, and shoved his old, discoloured windbreaker on the peg beside it.
“You want a drink or-”
“Yes,” Nashton answered all too quickly and squeezed his eyes shut, shameful.
But Zach just laughed, breezing into the kitchen and returning with two cans of cheap beer and a genuine, easygoing grin. And finally, finally Edward felt like a human. Settling on the far left side of the couch, he cracked the tab with trembling fingers and felt Zach’s eyes on him as he took his first timid sip. It was bad. Like, vinegar flavoured swamp water type of bad. He stopped himself from gagging and turned to the man beside him, who seemed to have shifted a little closer while Edward was distracted.
“It’s good,” He forced a polite smile of the ‘respect for authority’ variety, just the way the nuns had taught him to as a boy. Zach tipped his head back in a sharp laugh, showing off a tanned, defined throat and a prominent Adam’s apple.
“Like fuck it’s good, Eddie! It tastes like crap but it’s cheap, that’s why I bought it. That fancy shit with the bells and whistles makes me feel guilty - like, why do I get to sit drinking some hundred dollar booze while there’s people starving at my doorstep. Weird hill for me to die on, I know but… S’not fair, y’know?”
“...Yeah. I know.”
Edward stared at the side of Zach’s head, who was mindlessly swirling his can around, seemingly lost in thought. God, he’s… a real person, Edward thought, for all his theatrics and backstabbing and stupid fucking classy apartment, he might actually get it. A cough brought him out of his head, startling him, and suddenly a large hand had made its way into his rain-damp hair. Zach’s face had lost its carefree grin and soft eyes, his bottom lip now ever so slightly suspended between his front teeth, eyes dark. His voice lowered in its tone and pitch, and Edward recognised it from their many meetings in the KTMJ third floor men’s bathroom. Nashton felt the beginnings of a stirring deep in his belly.
“You’re so pretty, Eddie. I ever tell you that?” His eyes remained firmly on Edward’s, entirely earnest. The sincerity of the statement caught him off guard. Zach had never told him that before. Nobody had. Hot, humiliating tears slowly pricked in his eyes and the hand in his hair began to massage his scalp.
“I’m… really?”
“Uh-huh. Real pretty. God, I’m always staring when we’re at work. It’s one hell of a lot better than running numbers all day.”
He knew the man was lying - Zach spent about ¾ of his work day flirting with Anna and the rest persuading Edward to let him take responsibility for exceptional casework or to meet him in the eighth stall in ten minutes’ time. Edward was nothing but a little fun for Zach - hard to get until he wasn’t, now just an easy fuck whenever he didn’t feel like making any effort to impress a pretty lady. But none of that stopped Nashton’s heart from beating a little faster, or his pants from getting a little tighter.
Edward, full of self-hatred over his pathetic want, face beet-red with embarrassment, didn’t want the other man to notice his flushed cheeks and teary eyes, and pushed his lips against Zach’s in an attempt at displaying ‘unbridled passion’, squashing their noses together and causing a click of clashing teeth, deafening in the silent apartment. A second hand joined the first, fingers weaved between chunks of mousy hair, and his head was forced back.
“Eddie-”
“Zach, come on. Please, ” He feigned confidence, making his best pass at seduction and straddling Zach’s lap, placing his hands, still shaking from nerves, on the man’s strong chest,
“I came here to get fucked. I want to get fucked. Please, Zach?” He whined, giving the man below him his best puppy-dog eyes. He could feel his cock leaking precum into his boxers, and the sight of Zach’s spit-wet lips and aroused, half-lidded expression certainly wasn’t alleviating any of the building pressure between his legs.
Zach licked his lips again, swallowing the spit Edward had left behind from their kiss,
“Yeah…Yeah, baby of course. I’ll fuck you whenever you want, Eddie, you know that. Just - get off’a me, yeah? You’re too big. Crushing me a little, actually. I can barely think.”
“Oh dear, sorry…” Edward swiftly lifted himself off of Zach’s lap and stood awkwardly in the centre of the room, linked hands covering the tent in his pants, exaggerated attempts at seductiveness now entirely absent from his body.
Taking a brief moment to subtly compose himself, Zach scrubbed a hand over his eyes and by the time he looked back up at Edward, that easy-breezy-man-in-charge look was painted right back on his pale face, and he grinned his stupid, smug, sexy, lopsided grin,
“Second door on the right - there’s lube in the top drawer of the left nightstand. Start getting yourself ready. I’ll be right there, okay?”
“Okay…?” Nashton chuckled, breathy and awkward, and stumbled off towards the second door on the right. Zach drained the last of his vile, vinegar-y beer, pondered for a second or two, then forced himself to finish Edward’s own barely-touched can. He tossed them both in the elegantly open-plan dining area’s trash can without moving from his spot on the couch, then rose with a soft sigh and made his way towards the master bedroom.
Swinging the door open, he was greeted with the sight of Edward laying on his back on the bed, naked from the waist down with his button-up shirt shoved just above rosy nipples that were stiffened by the cold air, grinding his index finger against his prostate and gripping the pillow with his free hand, untouched cock slowly weeping precum onto his soft, exposed lower stomach. His face was already twisted in pleasure - Zach was certain he had taken Edward’s virginity that first time they hooked up at work several months ago, and he was still just as sensitive to every single form of sexual stimulation.
“Having fun?”
“Yeahhh…”
“Add another finger, Eddie,” He told the man, firm and dominating but spoken gently and in a lighter tone - the way he’d learned to talk to Nashton whenever he wanted the man to do something for him “Put your middle finger in there too. You don’t want to keep me waiting, do you?”
“Nooo,” Edward whined, “Don’t wan’ make you wait, Zach…”
And with that, he pressed another finger, already slick with lubricant, into his hole.
“Good boy, Eddie,” He smiled encouragingly, “Now start moving them - in and out, then spread your fingers to get yourself ready for me,” He was aware that Edward really did know how to prepare himself, but watching as the man whimpered at the praise and did exactly as he was told, he didn’t imagine the unnecessary instructions bothered him one bit.
“God, you look so beautiful, baby. Such a pretty boy, doing all the work for me, fuck… You want it bad, huh?” Zach unbuttoned his pants, peeling down the zipper before sliding a hand inside and wrapping his fist around his cock, “So needy for me to fill you up… I don’t feel like staying protected tonight - gonna pump you so full, Ed. Hey, maybe I’ll knock you up ‘n make you all mine to keep forever and ever. You want that, babe?”
Edward moaned, voice cracking, and while his small cock twitched and spurted more pre against his belly, and his whole body squirmed on top of the plush grey bed covers, he managed to whine out a semi-coherent response.
“Uh-huh! Want it so bad! So- oh- bad!”
Zach snorted, stroking himself as he took in his view, watching with a hawk eye the way Edward’s round stomach rose and fell with his heavy breaths, how his hands trembled as he forced a third finger into his hole alongside the other two, before his attention was drawn to Nashton’s face. He had taken his glasses off before Zach had come in, and his unfocused eyes were glassy with unfallen tears and rolled upwards into his head every time his fingers bumped against his prostate, then scrunched tightly shut when the stimulation became overwhelming and he had to pull the three digits almost all the way out. His cheeks and nose were flushed a dusky pink colour, and his mouth was frozen in a bitten-red, glossy-wet O shape, his eyebrows knitted together and raised in a way that looked rather like a caricature of his natural brow expression - a mix of concern, worry and fear. His moaning, writhing, sinful form created an image of sexuality, of lust, yet his face was cherubic in its beauty - it reminded him of Rafael’s oil paintings, with his hooked nose, his small, soft mouth and smooth, plump, blushing apple cheeks. He’d never seen Edward like this before. At moments like this, the man was usually faced the opposite way, bent at the waist with his hands braced on the back wall of the bathroom cubicle, fully clothed save his pants shoved down to the mid-thigh. The notion that he might possibly be actually attracted to Edward was entirely new to him, and this felt like an inappropriate time to ponder it. He stored his thoughts in the back of his mind to be pulled back out at a later date, and snapped out of it.
“-Zaaach… I’m gonna- I’m gonna!” Edward cried, dick nearly purple from desperation for the sweet release of orgasm.
“Stop,” He demanded, and Edward immediately pulled his fingers out of himself, “Think you’re ready?”
Ed nodded in silence, rushed and enthusiastic, unbuttoned his shirt and practically tore it off of himself before he threw it to the floor and shifted his position in anticipation, rolling onto all fours and arching his back, showing Zach his glistening, stretched hole and the backs of his trembling pillowy thighs. His arms gave out under him, weakened from overstimulating himself, and his head and shoulders rested on the pillow, pushing his ass further up, ready to be bred like a bitch in heat. Zach unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and threw it onto the corner of the bedframe and kicked off his pants, watching as Edward grew more frustrated by the lack of attention and touch, whining lowly and wagging his ass from side to side in an attempt to entice Zach.
He approached the side of the bed, used the bottle of lubricant lying on top of the nightstand to slick his fully erect cock, and put his dry hand on Ed’s hip, pushing him to lay on his side and talk face to face.
“Want you on your back tonight.”
Edward giggled, covering his face with his hand, naked yet incredibly shy under Zach’s gaze.
“I’m serious, Eddie. Get on your back, I wanna see your pretty face when I come in you,” Edward did as he was told, flipping onto his back, a smug little cat-who-got-the-cream smirk plastered on his face, and rested his hands on his belly, then on the pillow either side of his head, then on his bent thighs, unsure of where to keep them, before folding them over his belly once again. Zach climbed onto the bed in front of Edward, kneeling between his bent and spread legs. He leaned forward, taking the man’s hands off his stomach and held them against the pillow, one hand on either side of Nashton’s head.
“Don’t cover your pretty little tummy, Eddie, I like it. Can’t wait to make it swell up with my babies,” He smirked, kissing from Ed’s jaw down to his shoulder and freeing up one hand to place over his lower belly, sticky with precum. Edward’s breath hitched and a tiny whimper got caught in his throat. His cock twitched again, and Zach noticed, making eye contact with the man below him, “You like that a lot, huh… You wanna get knocked up, Eddie?” He lined himself up against Nashton’s body, pressing the head of his large cock, red and slicked, against the taller man’s puckered hole.
“Y-Yeah… want you to knock me up!!” He gasped, feeling Zach tease his entrance. He wasn’t used to dirty talking, considering his sexual experience was limited to his high whines being muffled by a large hand over his mouth and whispering desperate pleas or chants of ‘faster!’ as quietly as he could with a cock inside him, praying to a God he no longer believed in that his boss wouldn’t kick the door down and catch him red-handed with his trousers down and his case leader eight inches deep in his guts.
“Such a good, good boy, Eddie. God, I’m gonna make you a mommy…”
“Uh-huh!” He whined, batting Zach’s palm off of his belly and wrapping a hand around his dick, which had become so erect and engorged with blood he thought it might implode if it didn’t feel relief soon, “Make me a Mo-Mommy! And you’ll be a d-AH!!”
Edward squealed, throwing his head back. Zach had pushed his cock in all the way, bottoming out, and rather than giving Ed a moment or two to compose himself and get used to the intrusion, he immediately began fucking into Edward with harsh, slow thrusts.
“What am I gonna be, Ed?"
“Daddy!!”
“That’s right, sweetie. I’m daddy…”
“Keep… Oh, god… keep going, I’m- tell me more…” He took his hand away from his cock, becoming overwhelmed by the dual sensations, and nudged Zach’s head towards him, pressing sloppy kisses all over the right side of his face.
“Hmmm… Well, I can’t wait til you're in your third trimester, so full of my babies you gotta rely on me for everything. You’ll be my pretty little pet, Eddie… ‘Nd I’d just keep breeding you over and o-over again til that big brain cracks…” He began to speed up the pace of his thrusts, hitting Edward’s prostate over and over, practically without fail.
“Fuu- Ahhh!-ck! I’m nearly…”
“So quick?” Zach asked mockingly, hammering into Edward so forcefully his heavy wooden bed frame was pounding against the wall, “God, such a pathetic little bitch,” He growled, emphasising his final word with a particularly rough jab of his cock into Ed’s insides, “Begging ‘n whining for me to give you my cock, then when I do, you can’t even take it right… Fucking stupid mutt.”
At that, Edward finally came, body briefly locking up as he threw his head back so hard he would have hurt himself if not for the pillows, a loud, pitchy, whiny cry ripping it’s way out of his throat as four large spurts of come arched through the air onto his belly, a couple drips reaching just below his nipples. A single tear ran down his temple into his hai, and he turned to jelly against the sheets, half-heartedly whining in overstimulation as Zach continued to use his body, holding his limp hips up in the air (not without a good deal of effort) and desperately pounding into his hole. Zach then changed position, pressing his body weight on top of Ed as he thrust inside him, grunting and moaning lowly next to his ear, his breath hot and tickly against the side of Nashton’s face, who, exhausted, began to giggle, his eyes shut and his body loose.
Eventually, the pressure built up and up and up in Zach’s belly and he came deep inside Edward, bottomed out to push his seed as far inside as he possibly could. He gave himself a minute or two to rest on top of the other man while the sensitivity of their genitals lessened, before pulling out and resting on his back beside the half-awake, completely still body of Edward Nashton.
They stayed in silence for a few minutes until Ed cleared his throat and broke it, his voice still cracking when he spoke,
“You didn’t mean it. When you called me… stupid. And stuff… Did you?”
“No, man, I- I didn’t. I like you, y’know that, right?”
“Right,” Edward smiled, reaching out to pat Zach on the chest, and giggled, delirious, half-asleep and entirely sincere.
Edward shoved his ID into his pocket and tucked his backpack under his desk, ready to complete all of his work not even halfway through the work day and then wait for Zach to signal for him to ‘use the bathroom.’ He sat down and took notice of Zach across the room. He hadn’t seen Ed come in, gesturing wildly as he recounted some exaggerated story or dull gossip to Anna, Josh, Karim and Mike. Mildly intrigued (but mostly just nosy), Edward paused his self-help audiobook and took out his headphones, attempting to inconspicuously eavesdrop.
“-So I’m talking to one of the guys who works downstairs - and no, I won’t say who - and he tells me he’s slept with Nashton. ”
Edward’s heart dropped into his stomach.
The group shared matching expressions of confusion.
“… Nashton…?” Asked Anna, her put-on vocal fry drawing his name out like a dirty word.
“Nashton. Edward Nashton? … Oh! Rain man.”
Immediately the group erupted into fits of laughter and exclamations of ‘No!’ as their faces scrunched in bewilderment and disgust that someone like him could ever find somebody to engage in coital relations with.
“I know… It gets better - guy says he’s like… batshit too. Wants to be impregnated or something. Fuckin’ freak.”
His brain tuned out the rest, replacing it with fussy white noise and his own breathing as his view of Zach started to warp from the tears welling in his eyes and he felt himself start to hyperventilate. When he finally blinked, after what must have been over a minute, and his vision cleared, he and Zach were staring right at each other.