Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love (22 page)

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.

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.

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 grinned 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."

"It is nice," said Maddi, but I'm pretty warm
now. We can shut it off, if you like."

Edgar ordered the HC to do just that and a
second later the fire was gone. "How about some music?" he asked
Maddi.