Our Possession

16

"Why do I have to be here?"

"Because I can't trust that you won't escape my room and try to murder someone if I leave you there."

"Well what am I supposed to do here?"

Edward tied his hair up into a bun and winked. "You're going to be my motivation."

Louis rolled his eyes, watching the man bench press 100 pounds like it was nothing. "Can I go with Marcel?"

Edward glanced over at the boy, choosing to ignore him and continue pushing the weights.

"Fine, can I go with Harry?"

At the mention of Harold, Edward put the weight on the stand and sat up, wiping his sweat with his towel.

"You prefer a nerd and a moron over me?" He watched Louis from his position leaning against the mirror. "I must say, Doll, that hurts my feelings."

"Make me want to be around you then. Your brothers are nice to me," Louis pointed out.

Edward scoffed at the small boy's statement. "Baby Doll, I'm very nice to you. Remember when I got you candy?"

"You're missing the point, Marcel complements me, he doesn't just buy me things and expects me to like him."

"Fine. Your ass looks edible in those shorts. Better?"

"Edward!"

"Do you want to leave now? I just complemented you," Edward asked, drinking from his water bottle.

Louis rolled his eyes, Edward was so difficult. "Yup, I still want to go. Marcel said that the next time we hang out, we'll make s'mores."

"S'mores are for children, Louis."

"Well it's better than watching you show off." Louis crossed his arms.

"You don't want to get the cute little pink weights and work out with me?"

"If I get those weights, it would be to shove them up your ass."

"Is that what you're into? Because I'd much rather shove them up yours."

Louis groaned and slid down the mirror, onto the floor. "My life is terrible."

"What. You want to go with Marcel, Doll?"

At the mention of leaving, Louis sat up, nodding quickly.

"Come over here and give Daddy a kiss, then I'll take you," Edward grinned.

Louis grimaced, ignoring the heat that erupted in him when he said that. "Ew, I'm not kissing you."

"Fine, you can kiss Daddy on the cheek."

"Stop calling yourself that, you pedophile," Louis huffed and got up.

Edward smirked, watching the small boy walk over to him, his little arms still crossed over his little chest. The boy was just so incredibly tiny.

"...just one kiss?" Louis asked, looking at Edward's stupid cocky grin, he wanted to smack it off his stupid gorgeous face.

"That's the deal," Edward said, patting his lap.

"I am not sitting on you. No way," Louis scoffed, taking a step back.

"Your choice." Edward shrugged, laying back down and picking up the weights again.

Louis sighed as he watched the shirtless man begin bench pressing the weights again. He moved back to sit against the wall mirror, counting the reps of Edward's workout.

After he counted 5 sets of 10 reps, Louis concluded that he was bored.

He got up and walked over to Edward, taking a deep breath before sitting down on his lap.

"If I stay here for another second I'm going to die, let's get this over with." Louis looked away, glaring at the wall. He could still feel Edward's green eyes watching him.

"It only took a couple of minutes, I'm pleasantly surprised," Edward chuckled, setting the weight down again, sitting up. "They always come around."

Louis hit his chest, glaring at Edward's amused expression. "I'm going to hurt you."

"Aw, don't be mad, Doll. Daddy'll make it better."

"If you keep calling yourself that, I'm going to punch you."

"Your threats don't scare me, Baby Doll." Edward grabbed Louis' hips, moving the boy's pelvis to be held against his own.

"This is humiliating," Louis said, sighing when Edward grabbed his hands and placed them on his shoulders.

"Now isn't this nice?"

"No, you're sweaty."

"We should do this more often."

"I don't think so."

Edward stared at Louis, looking at his high cheekbones and his hypnotizing blue eyes.

Wrapping his arms around Louis' small waist, Edward's eyes dropped to the boy's lips. "Stunning," he mumbled to himself.

Louis huffed, "you're being weird, stop being weird."

"Louis, I'll give you 100,000."

"Edward, no!"

"150,000."

"No!"

"200,000."

"Edward, I don't have a price! I'm not a prostitute!" Louis tried to get up, but Edward held him down.

"Louis, I'll give you anything."

"Give me respect. How about that?" Louis grabbed Edward's face and crashed his lips against his.

Edward dropped his hands and shut his eyes, moving his lips against Louis'.

His lips were soft, and they tasted like the little cherry candies that Louis loved so much. They were perfect, just like he imagined them, and then they were gone.

Edward leaned into the air before opening his eyes and realizing the boy was walking towards the door.

"I did what you asked. And don't worry, I'm just going to your room, not Marcel's." Louis glared. "so there's no need for you to get jealous." And with that he slammed the door after himself.

Edward sat there and slowly raised a hand to touch his lips, almost not believing what just happened.