New York

Chapter Three

Ed's POV

I love you I try to tell Gary through the passion in my kiss.  I love you I love you I love you.  I run my hands all over his body, taking extra time to caress every inch of his bare chest.  I've never felt this way about anyone before; never noticed the way they scratch their lips when they're anxious; never noticed the individual colours in their hair.

  "Ed..." I feel Gary murmur against the kiss, and he pulls his lips away from mine despite my protest.  His breathing is heavy and his voice is husky.  Gary sure knows how to turn me on.  

 "What?" I manage to say between breaths.  Gary looks away from me then, and I see the flush darkening his cheeks.

  "You can tell me anything," I say, bringing his face down so that our foreheads are touching.  I kiss him lightly on the lips, encouraging him to speak.  His eyes bore into mine, and I see my emotions reflected in his.

  "I... I love you," he whispers.  My heart leaps.  Gary loves me.  Every other thought leaves my mind.  There is only one thing worth thinking about right now.

  "I love you too," I whisper back.  I hear him let out a deep breath.  He was holding his breath waiting for my response?  A smile creeps its way onto my face and I blush, and now it's his turn to cup my face and kiss me.

  I feel his hands exploring my chest, lingering at the waistband of my jeans before moving away.  

  "Do it," I murmur against his lips. His reply of 'what?' is almost incomprehensible, but I understand it nonetheless.  His innocent obliviousness makes me chuckle, and my laugh shakes through him.  I grab his resting hands and place them on my crotch.  He opens his mouth slightly at the feel of my bulge, even through layers of clothing.  I undo the button, then pull the zip down, kicking off my shoes as I tug my jeans off completely.  I stand in front of him clad in only my boxers, and Gary's eyes rest intently on my crotch.  I smile as I reach out for his jeans and pull them down his legs.

Gary's POV

While Ed slowly, almost seductively, pulls down my jeans, I take off my shoes with one hand.  I kick the jeans off from around my feet and sling them to the side.  I look over at Ed, to see him looking over my entire body.  Before, I would have felt uncomfortable under such scrutiny, but with Ed I know now that he is only looking at me with nothing but love.  His bright ginger hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and I notice a slight amount of stubble lining his jaw.  Ed's stubble always makes him look less-baby faced, rough even, and it turns me on.  More on impulse than anything else, I sidestep Ed and walk backwards towards the sofa, keeping my eyes on Ed.  Ed raises his eyebrows at me teasingly, knowing exactly what I'm thinking, and I hold my hand out for him to take.  He does so obediently, and I lead him to the sofa.  I lay back on it, grab his other hand, and pull him on top of me.  He straddles my waist, his right leg slipping off the small sofa.  He leans down and presses our hot bodies togther and kisses me .  I trail my fingers lightly from his shoulders to his hips, and he shudders against my touch.

  I pull the edge of his boxers down, over his erect penis and down his thighs.  I motion at Ed to finish tasking off his boxers, and as he does so as I marvel at the length of his penis.  Finished with his own boxers, he starts to trail kisses down my chest until he reaches mine.  He grips the boxers between his teeth and I moan as he pulls them down, his lips deliberately grazing my tip.  His eyes widen as he takes in the full sight of my penis for the first time, and I can't help but blush at this.  He sees this and grins at me mockingly.

  "You're a big boy, aren't you?" he smirks, his voice soft like velvet.  I laugh at this; Ed's ability to make a joke at even the most inappropriate times has always amused me.  I pull Ed against me again and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.