Acceleration
hime1999's Fault.
Title: Acceleration
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hei/Ed
Spoilers: Only if you don't know who Alfons Heiderich is
Warnings: So unbeta'd it burns.
"Pull over, here, Edward that was a perfectly good patch of flat shoulder to pull over on...," Alfons turned his head and watched the one good parking spot for miles fade in the distance behind them.
"It's to out in the open," Edward groused. "Look, I have a lot invested in this car, I don't want to park it just where any local yahoo thinks they can climb in and fuck around with it. What's wrong, you have to pee of something?"
Alfons rolled his eyes skyward and leaned back in the seat again. At this rate they would be miles from their intended destination. It would take them so long to walk to the site that they might as well have started walking from Munich.
"No," he said slowly. "I just thought that maybe we might want to park close enough so that it won't seem we should have started walking yesterday to get there on time."
"You know what the problem with this world is," Edward started, and Alfons thought: here we go again. His world always had some shortcoming Edward could expound upon.
"Everyone is in a damn rush," Edward gestured around expansively with one hand and Alfons was glad it wasn't with both, (he was often known to do such a thing and why the car was still in one piece was a mystery).
"We are moving forward into modern times, Edward," Alfons said loudly over the wind. "It pays to be in a rush, which, coincidentally, is what we are doing."
Edward snorted, his stray hand finding the steering wheel again and they rode a while in silence. Edward glanced into the rear view mirror a few times and always managed to catch Alfons looking back.
"There's a spot!" Alfons called. Edward turned his head to look, but they past it before he got a good one, so he dismissed it. When he glanced in the rear view mirror this time Alfons was looking away, arms folded over his chest.
"Alright, fine! I'll park the fucking car," Edward yelled and jerked the wheel to the left. The tires left the pavement and the ride became a rattling rush. They moved down a small incline and Alfons grabbed the back of the seat in front of him. Edward's ponytail slapped him in the face, as if to prove to him that rushing Edward always seem to have disastrous results. When the car shuddered to a halt, Alfons found he was panting lightly. Edward glanced at him in the rear view mirror.
"Thank you," he said stiffly and took a moment to try and smooth his hair and straighten his collar. He looked around and realized that they has miraculously come to rest in a ravine of sorts...right side up.
Alfons had to look up and still he couldn't see the road.
"Are we going to be able to get the car out of here," he started.
"WHAT?" Ed interrupted. "I fucking parked like you wanted, so what's the problem now?"
"Really Edward, you take everything so literally... we're going to have to carry those boxes up that hill," Alfons sucked the inside of his cheek. "But nevermind that, I'm thankful to get a ride to the site at all," he reached forward and clapped Edward on the shoulder.
Edward shrugged in the non-committal way of his and opened the car door, only it came up against the side of the ravine and wouldn't open all the way. Edward grunted and pulled it shut and turned to crawl across the seat to the opposite door. Alfons leaned down and reached under the seat to retrieve his book bag. He sat rifling through it, as to reassure himself that everything was in order. Edward climbed out of the car on the passenger side and went around to the boot.
"Why are we out here again? This is the middle of fucking nowhere," Edward mumbled, starting to unload the boxes from the trunk. "Why can't your research be closer to civilization?"
"Because there is the possibility my research could burn it down," Alfons replied, looking over his shoulder.
"Ha," Edward snorted, shutting the trunk. He walked back around the car, coming to a stop beside Alfons' door and leaning on it gracelessly. "You're good at what you do, I don't think it would be that big a risk."
Alfons smiled, shutting his book bag and looking at Edward, leaning there and already looking bored.
"If you help me carry the boxes to the site I promise not to be upset if you come back and nap in the car," he offered.
Edward grinned and nodded. "Deal," he said.
It was just coming on dusk when Alfons made his way back down the slope toward the car. He slid the last few feet, ended up running to keep his balance and slammed against the side of the car with a whoosh of air escaping his lungs and a wince. The lump in the back seat grunted once, but otherwise didn't rouse.
Alfons dumped his book bag into the front seat and looked down at the young man asleep in the back. He was curled up on his side, one hand under his cheek. Alfons crossed his arms and leaned on the car door, just watching him for long moments.
Edward was at the best of times an enigma, at the worst a frustrating child. There was very little middle ground in which he was willing to stand and Alfons sometimes felt at a loss when dealing with him. But here, while asleep, he was just Edward, his occasional partner, his constant companion, and, of late his uncertain lover.
Edward's approach to sex was in complete juxtaposition to his approach to the rest of the world. He would never come out and ask from Alfons to join him, although he would hint about it all night long. He would never speak of it aloud, (except that one evening, when he was so very full of beer and good spirits, it had all the promise it had never delivered, because beer tends to make you feel as though you're nine foot tall and bullet proof; but in reality it just makes you fall asleep in embarrassing places and situations. Such as your lover's lap... while engaged in the act that demonstrates why people are lovers), instead he tried to use more subtle methods of persuasion. Of course because he was Edward, subtle had passed him by a long time ago.
He reached out slowly, his fingertips brushing lightly over the side of Edward's head and Edward made another soft noise then and shifted.
"Are you awake?" Alfons asked quietly.
"I'm getting there," came the mumbled reply.
"I'm sorry I made you wait so long," Alfons just rubbed his fingers lightly, back and forth across Edward's temple. "I really appreciate the ride and such. I'll find some way to make it up to you."
"Don't have to make it up to me," Edward yawned. "Damn, it's dark already and I have a busted head lamp," he sat up slowly, reaching up to push his ponytail off his shoulder and rub the sleep from his eyes. "I guess we should get started, it's going to be a long way back."
Edward climbed over the seat and tossed Alfons book bag into the back and Alfons hopped over the door and sat on the back bench made warm by Edward's sleeping form. Edward cranked the car and turned and slung his arm over the back seat, then he squinted.
"Fuck," he muttered. "I can't see where I'm going, ok I'm going to start backing up, you tell me when we reach the end of this ditch."
"You're just going to back up blindly?" Alfons yelped as the car ground into gear and they started moving. He whipped around in the seat, trying hard to see though the gloom behind them. "Slow down! There is no telling what you could..." but the sentence got drown in the jump and slam of the car and the sound of escaping air that filled the night air around them.
After a moment, Edward shut off the car.
"I told you to slow down!"
"You should have let me find the place to park!"
"You were going to fast!"
"You had to stay out to all hours!"
"You offered to drive me!"
"I didn't know it was going to take all damn day!"
"You parked in a ditch!"
"You were pouting!"
"I don't pout," Alfons huffed and slammed himself back into the seat. "And I don't suppose you have a torch in the boot do you? How are we going to change the wheel in the dark?"
"It's simple," Edward said, "we're not. It's a mild enough night, let's just sleep in the car and worry about it in the morning."
"Oh, well then let's put the top up," Alfons said.
"Why? It's not going to rain," Edward looked up. "I see plenty of stars, there are no clouds."
"But, we're outside," Alfons said. "No telling what could come along. Let's put the top up and roll up the windows."
"Nothing is going to come along," Edward said with a snort. "Where a million miles away from anywhere anything might happen to come along out of, don't worry about it."
There was some rustling in the front seat, then a thud and Edward's grunt.
"What happened?" Alfons said.
"I hit my shoulder on the steering wheel, there's not a lot of room up here," Edward supplied.
Alfons surveyed the back seat, there wasn't much room back there, either. Especially not for two, they would have to be practically on top of one another; and after a moment that wasn't such a bad thought.
"Come back here," Alfons said. "We can make due somehow and the gear stick won't poke you in the back."
"Are you kidding? There's barely enough room for me back there and I'm...more compact than you."
"We'll make do," Alfons reached over the front seat, gave Edward's shoulder a tug. "Come on."
So Edward came back and the book bag went back up front. They sat side by side for a while, listening to the crickets.
"I use to sleep outside a lot, when I was a kid," Edward offered by way of conversation. "Me and my little brother, we traveled a lot and would end up sleeping anywhere that looked like a good place to sleep."
"You traveled as children?" Alfons said, glancing at his companion only to see the young man looking up. Alfons looked up too, above his head where tiny drops of radiance that one day he would conquer. One day, he would build an engine to reach them.
"Yeah," Edward answered, face still tilted up. "We were looking for something."
"Did you find it?" Alfons asked, letting his head rest against the back of the seat.
"Yeah," Edward said again, but not sounding so happy this time. "We found it," he sighed.
"It wasn't what you were looking for?" Alfons said, his eyes dropping from the stars to something almost as bright.
"It was, but it wasn't, it's a really long story," Edward waved a hand, his gaze falling too, his head turning to look at Alfons.
"I'm sorry that you were disappointed," Alfons said. He wasn't sure why he said it, but it made Edward's mouth tilt up a bit in a half smile. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No, I mean yes, I mean you're doing it," Edward said and his eyes dropped again, almost shyly. "It's ok, don't worry about it."
Alfons leaned then, their shoulders touched, his lips found Edward's temple. Edward made a soft sound and raised his face and Alfons' lips found his cheek and his jaw. Alfons hands found Edward's shoulders and turned them, putting his back to the door, then Alfons' hands found his waist and Alfons' lips found his neck and that was all the exploration they did for a while.
It wasn't until the soft push on his shoulder than Alfons stirred a bit from his trance of touch and taste and scent. He pulled back, a bit winded and could hear Edward's breath in cadence with his own. It was really to dark to make out Edward's face, but Alfons' reached up to cup his cheek.
"So," Edward said, and there was a small moist sound, like he was wetting his lips. "Are we going to do this in the open, in the car, when something might come along?"
"Nothing will come along," Alfons returned. "We are miles from anywhere anything might come along from, don't worry about it," there was gentle mirth in his voice.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Edward said and allowed himself to be pushed down to lie on the seat.
The night air was cooler than first thought, Alfons couldn't see the goosebumps, but he could feel them; all along Edward's flank. He couldn't see the curls in the juncture of Edward's thighs, but he could feel them and he could smell them. He could feel the heat of Edward's erection against his cheek.
"Fuck," Edward breathed. "What's so interesting down there that you wanna play around all night," his voice ended on a whine.
"You said the problem with the world today is that everyone rushes everything," Alfons returned non-repentantly. "It's so like you to want to make the fire but not tend it," but Alfons rewarded him, turning his head and drawing his tongue up the length of flesh he found there.
"You never take me seriously," Edward said and squirmed with a small gasp, "except when you think you can teach me a lesson using my own big mouth. Fuck Alfons, stop goofing around."
"You never take me seriously until you want something from me," Alfons said mildly. "I'm not inclined to listen to your demands when mine are often mocked."
"I don't mock you," Edward wheedled, "when it's important. Damn, if all you're going to do is tease me, give me back my pants. It's cold out here."
Alfons didn't answer, instead he slipped two fingers around the base of Edward's cock and tilted it toward his mouth. He closed his lips over the head, tongue immediately dragging over the slit and slipping down to tease the edges of the foreskin.
Edward's false hand shot up and gripped the back of the seat tightly, making the leather creak and he bent the knee of his flesh leg, dragging up Alfons' side.
"Yeah, that's the ticket," he groaned. "You always talk a good fight and then fold like a napkin," then Edward yelped a bit as there was pressure on his cock from a source in Alfons mouth other than his tongue. A sharp, almost pointy source that could do some potential damage.
"I'm sorry," the blond sobbed, "fuck it Alfons, quit being such a tight ass and taking everything seriously."
All movement stilled for a long moment and Edward bit his lower lip, risked lifting his head to try and see the length of his own body.
"I said I was sorry," he whimpered. He dropped his head back when he was apparently forgiven as Alfons pushed him into his throat and his finger tightened on the base of Edward's erection.
Why did he think the night air was too cold? It felt fabulous against his heated skin, his back was sticking to the leather, that is when it was touching the leather and not arched up toward the heat of Alfons mouth. He was sweating, he was sure of it and it trickled down his temples and made the back of his neck itch. He was gripping the back of the front seat now as well, and when he opened his eyes he wasn't sure the stars he were seeing were in the night sky.
No matter how frustrated, no matter how lonely, no matter how depressed... this made it all better. This little bit of something he'd found for himself. At first it was guilt and denial, because he thought he was looking for someone else in the tall boy's face and smiling blue eyes. But the longer he stayed, the longer he was at his side... it just wasn't so. Alfons companionship was some sort of balm, it didn't heal the wound completely, but it could sooth it, keep the ache from being unbearable until Edward found the cure he was looking for.
He twisted, his hand left the front of the back seat, racked through short hair, slid down the side of a neck and his fingers gripped a collar. Alfons always gave him the leeway to be a selfish lover, he could if he wanted just take what Alfons gave; Alfons knew how to give and sometimes that was as painful as anything else. He tugged hard on the collar, gritted his teeth and tried to push his hips down into the seat, away from the bliss and wetness of a hungry mouth.
Alfons lifted his head, Edward's eyes, adjusted somewhat to the night around them could see the furrow of his eyebrows.
"I don't want to go in your mouth," Edward rasped. "You'd let me, I know it... but I don't too. Let's do this so we can both have it, yeah? Let's do this for us both."
He emptied his book bag and notes all over the front seat, he turned his pockets inside out, he pulled open the compartment in the dash and it's content lay scattered on the floorboard.
"Did you find anything?" came the whine from the back seat.
"No, I'm still looking," he returned. "I'm hurrying, I'll be right back," he tried to keep the desperation out of his voice. There has to be something in this god forsaken automobile that he could use! He jammed his hand up under the front seat, his fingers brushed against against something metal and he tried to get it out, but his attempts just made it retreat further back.
"Gods be damned," Alfons growled.
"Seconded," Edward groaned.
Think! You have a brain, use it. You're a rocket scientist for the love of god... he sat up abruptly and looked over the back seat. Edward had his knees up and legs crossed, one foot lifted in the air, it was jiggling up and down.
"Do you have oil for the car?" Alfons asked breathlessly.
"What? Why the hell are you worried about the car now?" Edward yelped. "You aren't just going to give up are you? I mean if you're thinking of giving up you can just finish me the other way and I'll try to return the favor without gagging and almost puking this time... come on Alfons" he begged.
Alfons grunted in frustration and climbed over the door and ran around to the back of the car. He fumbled the catch in the darkness and got it open. He plunged his hands into the darkness, feeling around. He hissed in annoyance as he scrapped his fingers on a rough piece of metal but then he locked his hand around a can.
"Do you have an opener? Or a knife, or anything?" he asked anxiously. He kept feeling around in the trunk and came out with a tire iron. "Desperate times call for desperate measures," he said aloud, not sure if it was for his benefit or Edward's.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Edward half shouted. "I'm going to have to finish this myself, aren't I?" he complained.
Alfons sat the can on the ground and raised the tire iron over his head, the slammed it down, but it caught the side of the can and sent it skittering away...right up under the car.
"Fuck!" he hissed and dropped to his knees.
"Exactly!" Edward yelled. "Which is what I thought we were suppose to be doing!"
"Edward be quite for the love of god! I'm doing my best here! You know, if you're so anxious then maybe you should be helping!"
"You get all pissy when I try to help you with sex, you seem to think you know it all and you get that fucking little smile right in the corner of your mouth. You're so fucking smug about everything!"
Alfons laid flat out on his stomach, yelped and got to his knees quickly and clunked the back of his head on the bumpers. He bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood he was sure, although he tasted none, then he reached down to adjust himself before gingerly settling onto his stomach again. Was it worth it? Was this all worth it?
"I'm so hot," Edward complained. "I'm going to explode."
Yes, worth every little bruise and scarp and rattled nerve. Worth every disparaging comment out of that infuriating, sexy mouth. His hand landed on top of the errant can and he almost shouted for joy. He carefully scooted back to give himself head room before jumping up again. This time he carried the can a few paces away before attempting to bludgeon it to death with the tire iron.
The can burst, sounding like a chorus of angels to Alfons ears and he eagerly stuck his hand into it and jumped up. He ran back over to the car, carefully holding his wet hand aloft. He got his knee caught on the door and fell on top of Edward and the younger man yelped and flailed.
It took some negotiation, Edward finally got up on his knees, he gripped the canopy of the convertible top and laid his arm along the door. Alfons shoved at his coat with non-anointed hand, getting it up over Edward's back. He slid his fingers into the cleft of Edward's ass and was rewarded with a delicious groan.
"Finally, that took fucking forever," he hissed. Alfons worked his jaw for a long moment, but decided not to spoil the moment by recounting all the times he had to wait around outside the bathroom in the morning. Edward was not vain, and he'd tell you that at the top of his lungs. However much of a saint Alfons Heiderich was, (or thought himself to be in relation to the man he was about to fuck), he did have his own little slip ups.
"Take it easy," Edward gasped. "This isn't a race, you got a lot of nerve just shoving them in like... ah... "
Alfons like it best when Edward shut up, he pressed his lips to the back of Edward's neck, licked the salt left there by sweat and when he had his first finger buried he introduced another. Edward shook all over then and swallowed audibly. Alfons knew where to stroke, knew when the scissor, knew how much pressure and force Edward liked. Sometimes Alfons thought that maybe Edward liked it a little too rough, and that didn't alway sit easy with him. But he did his best to please him, he opened his mouth on the side of Edward's neck, bit down a little. Maybe if he combined two little aggressions it would satisfy whatever it was in Edward that asked for it in the first place.
"Put your hand on my dick," Edward asked, pushing himself back against the penetration. "Alfons, get on me, I'm going to go, we're doing this for both of us, come on..."
It wasn't a plea, it was more of a demand and by this point Alfons was willing to obey blindly. He withdrew his fingers and pulled at the front of his pants. The side of his hand brushed over his own erection and he bit back a groan. He freed himself and didn't bother to push his pants past his hips. He wrapped and arm around Edward's waist,to steady him then leaned some of his weight on his back. Edward growled, a deep gruff sound and Alfons slid his body forward, his other hand guiding himself. He lined himself up by stroking and finding Edward's anus once again and pressing the tip of his finger in, when the head of his cock bruised the underside of his fingers, he withdrew them and pushed forward.
The both shudders and groaned. Alfons grabbed the back of the front seat for balance and to keep some of his weight off of Edward's back. The arm around Edward's waist moved and he slide his hand down Edward's stomach until his fingers encountered and capture his cock. Then they both went still, accepting, adjusting, just breathing; waiting for a signal that neither knew but both acted on.
Alfons gripped the base of Edward's cock and pulled back, pulling Edward forward by the grip and he reversed it when he pushed back in. Edward tossed his head back and snarled, he tightened his grip on the car canopy, he arched his hips down and his neck back. Again, a long, deep thrust, Alfons guiding the way, moving Edward as he liked.
"Fuck," Edward appealed to the night around them, "fuck Alfons, go faster," he demanded.
"Somethings," Alfons whispered to the back of Edward's neck, "are to be savored."
Again with the deep and long thrust, using his grip on Edward's cock to control him, to move him.
"Alfons, I need it, damn you! Damn you, fuck!" Edward keened.
"Precisely," Alfons whispered, then he took mercy and released his captive, meaning to pick up the pace, but Edward had other ideas. He pushed back, pushing himself almost upright, coming down hard in Alfons lap, stretching himself out, straddling Alfons' legs. He held himself up on arms, trembling with the exsurtion and half wailed. Alfons scooted up, bringing himself more centered under Edward, both arms wrapped around him now, to steady him. Alfons kissed and bit along the tweed covered back, his hand once again finding Edward's cock, his other hand sliding down to cup Edward's balls. They were tight and hot and Edward shook all over when Alfons cupped them, then he pushed himself higher on his knees and then sat back down.
Yes, it was time Edward did some of the work.
His pace was erratic and his rhythm atrocious, he would stop and grind down periodically with no symmetry and Alfons felt his eyes crossing. Edward was trying to kill him, he was finally trying to kill him. He always knew that this boy-man would be the death of him, but who knew? In a broken down car, in a ditch, in the middle of nowhere, he would meet his maker? Every time he tried to intervene, to perhaps show Edward what needed to be done to end this merciless torture he started to complain, and very loudly.
"NO, I'm doing it! I'm doing it, stop pushing on me, fucking sit there and take it like a man...ah FUCK, don't squeeze my nuts so hard, you want to make me sterile?"
Alfons was mildly surprised to hear that someday, Edward wanted children. But it was only so long he could stand this mutiny and he launched his own coup. Despite Edward's throat and profane protests, he began to move his hips. Pushing up on his knees when Edward sank, settling back down when Edward lifted, and by doing this, little by little, Edward's rhythm improved, the pace picked up and Edward came, howling his praise disguised as insults to the stars.
They lay after wards on their coats, spread out in the grass beside the car. Above them, the stars still dotted the sky's and not a cloud was in sight.
"It's a really nice night," Alfons said, moving his hand to brush against Edwards.
"Yeah, it is," Edward replied. "You know, they don't look any different."
"What doesn't?" Alfons asked.
"The stars. Things here look the same but they are different, but somehow I don't think the stars are any different," he tangled his fingers with Alfons.
They were quite for a while.
"Do you think it's a sign?" Alfons asked.
"Maybe, I wish I had paid more attention but it was Al... it was my brother who knew the stars," Edward sighed a little, he put his other arm behind his head.
Alfons rubbed his thumb up and down the side of Edward's hand. He lifted his other hand and pointed.
"That's Orion," he said. "And over there is Ursa Major, commonly called The Big Dipper."
"So, you know stars?" the man beside him whispered, and Alfons wasn't sure of his tone.
"Not really, only the ones that were pointed out to me when I was a child," and Edward seemed to relax again. "But if I'm going to build a engine that will travel to them, I think I better learn."
"There's no rush," Edward said. "It's not like they're going anywhere."
Alfons released Edward's hand, rolled up onto his side and threw a casual arm across his waist. Edward rumbled just a little, it was a pleased sound.
art by hime1999
Title: Acceleration
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hei/Ed
Spoilers: Only if you don't know who Alfons Heiderich is
Warnings: So unbeta'd it burns.
"Pull over, here, Edward that was a perfectly good patch of flat shoulder to pull over on...," Alfons turned his head and watched the one good parking spot for miles fade in the distance behind them.
"It's to out in the open," Edward groused. "Look, I have a lot invested in this car, I don't want to park it just where any local yahoo thinks they can climb in and fuck around with it. What's wrong, you have to pee of something?"
Alfons rolled his eyes skyward and leaned back in the seat again. At this rate they would be miles from their intended destination. It would take them so long to walk to the site that they might as well have started walking from Munich.
"No," he said slowly. "I just thought that maybe we might want to park close enough so that it won't seem we should have started walking yesterday to get there on time."
"You know what the problem with this world is," Edward started, and Alfons thought: here we go again. His world always had some shortcoming Edward could expound upon.
"Everyone is in a damn rush," Edward gestured around expansively with one hand and Alfons was glad it wasn't with both, (he was often known to do such a thing and why the car was still in one piece was a mystery).
"We are moving forward into modern times, Edward," Alfons said loudly over the wind. "It pays to be in a rush, which, coincidentally, is what we are doing."
Edward snorted, his stray hand finding the steering wheel again and they rode a while in silence. Edward glanced into the rear view mirror a few times and always managed to catch Alfons looking back.
"There's a spot!" Alfons called. Edward turned his head to look, but they past it before he got a good one, so he dismissed it. When he glanced in the rear view mirror this time Alfons was looking away, arms folded over his chest.
"Alright, fine! I'll park the fucking car," Edward yelled and jerked the wheel to the left. The tires left the pavement and the ride became a rattling rush. They moved down a small incline and Alfons grabbed the back of the seat in front of him. Edward's ponytail slapped him in the face, as if to prove to him that rushing Edward always seem to have disastrous results. When the car shuddered to a halt, Alfons found he was panting lightly. Edward glanced at him in the rear view mirror.
"Thank you," he said stiffly and took a moment to try and smooth his hair and straighten his collar. He looked around and realized that they has miraculously come to rest in a ravine of sorts...right side up.
Alfons had to look up and still he couldn't see the road.
"Are we going to be able to get the car out of here," he started.
"WHAT?" Ed interrupted. "I fucking parked like you wanted, so what's the problem now?"
"Really Edward, you take everything so literally... we're going to have to carry those boxes up that hill," Alfons sucked the inside of his cheek. "But nevermind that, I'm thankful to get a ride to the site at all," he reached forward and clapped Edward on the shoulder.
Edward shrugged in the non-committal way of his and opened the car door, only it came up against the side of the ravine and wouldn't open all the way. Edward grunted and pulled it shut and turned to crawl across the seat to the opposite door. Alfons leaned down and reached under the seat to retrieve his book bag. He sat rifling through it, as to reassure himself that everything was in order. Edward climbed out of the car on the passenger side and went around to the boot.
"Why are we out here again? This is the middle of fucking nowhere," Edward mumbled, starting to unload the boxes from the trunk. "Why can't your research be closer to civilization?"
"Because there is the possibility my research could burn it down," Alfons replied, looking over his shoulder.
"Ha," Edward snorted, shutting the trunk. He walked back around the car, coming to a stop beside Alfons' door and leaning on it gracelessly. "You're good at what you do, I don't think it would be that big a risk."
Alfons smiled, shutting his book bag and looking at Edward, leaning there and already looking bored.
"If you help me carry the boxes to the site I promise not to be upset if you come back and nap in the car," he offered.
Edward grinned and nodded. "Deal," he said.
It was just coming on dusk when Alfons made his way back down the slope toward the car. He slid the last few feet, ended up running to keep his balance and slammed against the side of the car with a whoosh of air escaping his lungs and a wince. The lump in the back seat grunted once, but otherwise didn't rouse.
Alfons dumped his book bag into the front seat and looked down at the young man asleep in the back. He was curled up on his side, one hand under his cheek. Alfons crossed his arms and leaned on the car door, just watching him for long moments.
Edward was at the best of times an enigma, at the worst a frustrating child. There was very little middle ground in which he was willing to stand and Alfons sometimes felt at a loss when dealing with him. But here, while asleep, he was just Edward, his occasional partner, his constant companion, and, of late his uncertain lover.
Edward's approach to sex was in complete juxtaposition to his approach to the rest of the world. He would never come out and ask from Alfons to join him, although he would hint about it all night long. He would never speak of it aloud, (except that one evening, when he was so very full of beer and good spirits, it had all the promise it had never delivered, because beer tends to make you feel as though you're nine foot tall and bullet proof; but in reality it just makes you fall asleep in embarrassing places and situations. Such as your lover's lap... while engaged in the act that demonstrates why people are lovers), instead he tried to use more subtle methods of persuasion. Of course because he was Edward, subtle had passed him by a long time ago.
He reached out slowly, his fingertips brushing lightly over the side of Edward's head and Edward made another soft noise then and shifted.
"Are you awake?" Alfons asked quietly.
"I'm getting there," came the mumbled reply.
"I'm sorry I made you wait so long," Alfons just rubbed his fingers lightly, back and forth across Edward's temple. "I really appreciate the ride and such. I'll find some way to make it up to you."
"Don't have to make it up to me," Edward yawned. "Damn, it's dark already and I have a busted head lamp," he sat up slowly, reaching up to push his ponytail off his shoulder and rub the sleep from his eyes. "I guess we should get started, it's going to be a long way back."
Edward climbed over the seat and tossed Alfons book bag into the back and Alfons hopped over the door and sat on the back bench made warm by Edward's sleeping form. Edward cranked the car and turned and slung his arm over the back seat, then he squinted.
"Fuck," he muttered. "I can't see where I'm going, ok I'm going to start backing up, you tell me when we reach the end of this ditch."
"You're just going to back up blindly?" Alfons yelped as the car ground into gear and they started moving. He whipped around in the seat, trying hard to see though the gloom behind them. "Slow down! There is no telling what you could..." but the sentence got drown in the jump and slam of the car and the sound of escaping air that filled the night air around them.
After a moment, Edward shut off the car.
"I told you to slow down!"
"You should have let me find the place to park!"
"You were going to fast!"
"You had to stay out to all hours!"
"You offered to drive me!"
"I didn't know it was going to take all damn day!"
"You parked in a ditch!"
"You were pouting!"
"I don't pout," Alfons huffed and slammed himself back into the seat. "And I don't suppose you have a torch in the boot do you? How are we going to change the wheel in the dark?"
"It's simple," Edward said, "we're not. It's a mild enough night, let's just sleep in the car and worry about it in the morning."
"Oh, well then let's put the top up," Alfons said.
"Why? It's not going to rain," Edward looked up. "I see plenty of stars, there are no clouds."
"But, we're outside," Alfons said. "No telling what could come along. Let's put the top up and roll up the windows."
"Nothing is going to come along," Edward said with a snort. "Where a million miles away from anywhere anything might happen to come along out of, don't worry about it."
There was some rustling in the front seat, then a thud and Edward's grunt.
"What happened?" Alfons said.
"I hit my shoulder on the steering wheel, there's not a lot of room up here," Edward supplied.
Alfons surveyed the back seat, there wasn't much room back there, either. Especially not for two, they would have to be practically on top of one another; and after a moment that wasn't such a bad thought.
"Come back here," Alfons said. "We can make due somehow and the gear stick won't poke you in the back."
"Are you kidding? There's barely enough room for me back there and I'm...more compact than you."
"We'll make do," Alfons reached over the front seat, gave Edward's shoulder a tug. "Come on."
So Edward came back and the book bag went back up front. They sat side by side for a while, listening to the crickets.
"I use to sleep outside a lot, when I was a kid," Edward offered by way of conversation. "Me and my little brother, we traveled a lot and would end up sleeping anywhere that looked like a good place to sleep."
"You traveled as children?" Alfons said, glancing at his companion only to see the young man looking up. Alfons looked up too, above his head where tiny drops of radiance that one day he would conquer. One day, he would build an engine to reach them.
"Yeah," Edward answered, face still tilted up. "We were looking for something."
"Did you find it?" Alfons asked, letting his head rest against the back of the seat.
"Yeah," Edward said again, but not sounding so happy this time. "We found it," he sighed.
"It wasn't what you were looking for?" Alfons said, his eyes dropping from the stars to something almost as bright.
"It was, but it wasn't, it's a really long story," Edward waved a hand, his gaze falling too, his head turning to look at Alfons.
"I'm sorry that you were disappointed," Alfons said. He wasn't sure why he said it, but it made Edward's mouth tilt up a bit in a half smile. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No, I mean yes, I mean you're doing it," Edward said and his eyes dropped again, almost shyly. "It's ok, don't worry about it."
Alfons leaned then, their shoulders touched, his lips found Edward's temple. Edward made a soft sound and raised his face and Alfons' lips found his cheek and his jaw. Alfons hands found Edward's shoulders and turned them, putting his back to the door, then Alfons' hands found his waist and Alfons' lips found his neck and that was all the exploration they did for a while.
It wasn't until the soft push on his shoulder than Alfons stirred a bit from his trance of touch and taste and scent. He pulled back, a bit winded and could hear Edward's breath in cadence with his own. It was really to dark to make out Edward's face, but Alfons' reached up to cup his cheek.
"So," Edward said, and there was a small moist sound, like he was wetting his lips. "Are we going to do this in the open, in the car, when something might come along?"
"Nothing will come along," Alfons returned. "We are miles from anywhere anything might come along from, don't worry about it," there was gentle mirth in his voice.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Edward said and allowed himself to be pushed down to lie on the seat.
The night air was cooler than first thought, Alfons couldn't see the goosebumps, but he could feel them; all along Edward's flank. He couldn't see the curls in the juncture of Edward's thighs, but he could feel them and he could smell them. He could feel the heat of Edward's erection against his cheek.
"Fuck," Edward breathed. "What's so interesting down there that you wanna play around all night," his voice ended on a whine.
"You said the problem with the world today is that everyone rushes everything," Alfons returned non-repentantly. "It's so like you to want to make the fire but not tend it," but Alfons rewarded him, turning his head and drawing his tongue up the length of flesh he found there.
"You never take me seriously," Edward said and squirmed with a small gasp, "except when you think you can teach me a lesson using my own big mouth. Fuck Alfons, stop goofing around."
"You never take me seriously until you want something from me," Alfons said mildly. "I'm not inclined to listen to your demands when mine are often mocked."
"I don't mock you," Edward wheedled, "when it's important. Damn, if all you're going to do is tease me, give me back my pants. It's cold out here."
Alfons didn't answer, instead he slipped two fingers around the base of Edward's cock and tilted it toward his mouth. He closed his lips over the head, tongue immediately dragging over the slit and slipping down to tease the edges of the foreskin.
Edward's false hand shot up and gripped the back of the seat tightly, making the leather creak and he bent the knee of his flesh leg, dragging up Alfons' side.
"Yeah, that's the ticket," he groaned. "You always talk a good fight and then fold like a napkin," then Edward yelped a bit as there was pressure on his cock from a source in Alfons mouth other than his tongue. A sharp, almost pointy source that could do some potential damage.
"I'm sorry," the blond sobbed, "fuck it Alfons, quit being such a tight ass and taking everything seriously."
All movement stilled for a long moment and Edward bit his lower lip, risked lifting his head to try and see the length of his own body.
"I said I was sorry," he whimpered. He dropped his head back when he was apparently forgiven as Alfons pushed him into his throat and his finger tightened on the base of Edward's erection.
Why did he think the night air was too cold? It felt fabulous against his heated skin, his back was sticking to the leather, that is when it was touching the leather and not arched up toward the heat of Alfons mouth. He was sweating, he was sure of it and it trickled down his temples and made the back of his neck itch. He was gripping the back of the front seat now as well, and when he opened his eyes he wasn't sure the stars he were seeing were in the night sky.
No matter how frustrated, no matter how lonely, no matter how depressed... this made it all better. This little bit of something he'd found for himself. At first it was guilt and denial, because he thought he was looking for someone else in the tall boy's face and smiling blue eyes. But the longer he stayed, the longer he was at his side... it just wasn't so. Alfons companionship was some sort of balm, it didn't heal the wound completely, but it could sooth it, keep the ache from being unbearable until Edward found the cure he was looking for.
He twisted, his hand left the front of the back seat, racked through short hair, slid down the side of a neck and his fingers gripped a collar. Alfons always gave him the leeway to be a selfish lover, he could if he wanted just take what Alfons gave; Alfons knew how to give and sometimes that was as painful as anything else. He tugged hard on the collar, gritted his teeth and tried to push his hips down into the seat, away from the bliss and wetness of a hungry mouth.
Alfons lifted his head, Edward's eyes, adjusted somewhat to the night around them could see the furrow of his eyebrows.
"I don't want to go in your mouth," Edward rasped. "You'd let me, I know it... but I don't too. Let's do this so we can both have it, yeah? Let's do this for us both."
He emptied his book bag and notes all over the front seat, he turned his pockets inside out, he pulled open the compartment in the dash and it's content lay scattered on the floorboard.
"Did you find anything?" came the whine from the back seat.
"No, I'm still looking," he returned. "I'm hurrying, I'll be right back," he tried to keep the desperation out of his voice. There has to be something in this god forsaken automobile that he could use! He jammed his hand up under the front seat, his fingers brushed against against something metal and he tried to get it out, but his attempts just made it retreat further back.
"Gods be damned," Alfons growled.
"Seconded," Edward groaned.
Think! You have a brain, use it. You're a rocket scientist for the love of god... he sat up abruptly and looked over the back seat. Edward had his knees up and legs crossed, one foot lifted in the air, it was jiggling up and down.
"Do you have oil for the car?" Alfons asked breathlessly.
"What? Why the hell are you worried about the car now?" Edward yelped. "You aren't just going to give up are you? I mean if you're thinking of giving up you can just finish me the other way and I'll try to return the favor without gagging and almost puking this time... come on Alfons" he begged.
Alfons grunted in frustration and climbed over the door and ran around to the back of the car. He fumbled the catch in the darkness and got it open. He plunged his hands into the darkness, feeling around. He hissed in annoyance as he scrapped his fingers on a rough piece of metal but then he locked his hand around a can.
"Do you have an opener? Or a knife, or anything?" he asked anxiously. He kept feeling around in the trunk and came out with a tire iron. "Desperate times call for desperate measures," he said aloud, not sure if it was for his benefit or Edward's.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Edward half shouted. "I'm going to have to finish this myself, aren't I?" he complained.
Alfons sat the can on the ground and raised the tire iron over his head, the slammed it down, but it caught the side of the can and sent it skittering away...right up under the car.
"Fuck!" he hissed and dropped to his knees.
"Exactly!" Edward yelled. "Which is what I thought we were suppose to be doing!"
"Edward be quite for the love of god! I'm doing my best here! You know, if you're so anxious then maybe you should be helping!"
"You get all pissy when I try to help you with sex, you seem to think you know it all and you get that fucking little smile right in the corner of your mouth. You're so fucking smug about everything!"
Alfons laid flat out on his stomach, yelped and got to his knees quickly and clunked the back of his head on the bumpers. He bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood he was sure, although he tasted none, then he reached down to adjust himself before gingerly settling onto his stomach again. Was it worth it? Was this all worth it?
"I'm so hot," Edward complained. "I'm going to explode."
Yes, worth every little bruise and scarp and rattled nerve. Worth every disparaging comment out of that infuriating, sexy mouth. His hand landed on top of the errant can and he almost shouted for joy. He carefully scooted back to give himself head room before jumping up again. This time he carried the can a few paces away before attempting to bludgeon it to death with the tire iron.
The can burst, sounding like a chorus of angels to Alfons ears and he eagerly stuck his hand into it and jumped up. He ran back over to the car, carefully holding his wet hand aloft. He got his knee caught on the door and fell on top of Edward and the younger man yelped and flailed.
It took some negotiation, Edward finally got up on his knees, he gripped the canopy of the convertible top and laid his arm along the door. Alfons shoved at his coat with non-anointed hand, getting it up over Edward's back. He slid his fingers into the cleft of Edward's ass and was rewarded with a delicious groan.
"Finally, that took fucking forever," he hissed. Alfons worked his jaw for a long moment, but decided not to spoil the moment by recounting all the times he had to wait around outside the bathroom in the morning. Edward was not vain, and he'd tell you that at the top of his lungs. However much of a saint Alfons Heiderich was, (or thought himself to be in relation to the man he was about to fuck), he did have his own little slip ups.
"Take it easy," Edward gasped. "This isn't a race, you got a lot of nerve just shoving them in like... ah... "
Alfons like it best when Edward shut up, he pressed his lips to the back of Edward's neck, licked the salt left there by sweat and when he had his first finger buried he introduced another. Edward shook all over then and swallowed audibly. Alfons knew where to stroke, knew when the scissor, knew how much pressure and force Edward liked. Sometimes Alfons thought that maybe Edward liked it a little too rough, and that didn't alway sit easy with him. But he did his best to please him, he opened his mouth on the side of Edward's neck, bit down a little. Maybe if he combined two little aggressions it would satisfy whatever it was in Edward that asked for it in the first place.
"Put your hand on my dick," Edward asked, pushing himself back against the penetration. "Alfons, get on me, I'm going to go, we're doing this for both of us, come on..."
It wasn't a plea, it was more of a demand and by this point Alfons was willing to obey blindly. He withdrew his fingers and pulled at the front of his pants. The side of his hand brushed over his own erection and he bit back a groan. He freed himself and didn't bother to push his pants past his hips. He wrapped and arm around Edward's waist,to steady him then leaned some of his weight on his back. Edward growled, a deep gruff sound and Alfons slid his body forward, his other hand guiding himself. He lined himself up by stroking and finding Edward's anus once again and pressing the tip of his finger in, when the head of his cock bruised the underside of his fingers, he withdrew them and pushed forward.
The both shudders and groaned. Alfons grabbed the back of the front seat for balance and to keep some of his weight off of Edward's back. The arm around Edward's waist moved and he slide his hand down Edward's stomach until his fingers encountered and capture his cock. Then they both went still, accepting, adjusting, just breathing; waiting for a signal that neither knew but both acted on.
Alfons gripped the base of Edward's cock and pulled back, pulling Edward forward by the grip and he reversed it when he pushed back in. Edward tossed his head back and snarled, he tightened his grip on the car canopy, he arched his hips down and his neck back. Again, a long, deep thrust, Alfons guiding the way, moving Edward as he liked.
"Fuck," Edward appealed to the night around them, "fuck Alfons, go faster," he demanded.
"Somethings," Alfons whispered to the back of Edward's neck, "are to be savored."
Again with the deep and long thrust, using his grip on Edward's cock to control him, to move him.
"Alfons, I need it, damn you! Damn you, fuck!" Edward keened.
"Precisely," Alfons whispered, then he took mercy and released his captive, meaning to pick up the pace, but Edward had other ideas. He pushed back, pushing himself almost upright, coming down hard in Alfons lap, stretching himself out, straddling Alfons' legs. He held himself up on arms, trembling with the exsurtion and half wailed. Alfons scooted up, bringing himself more centered under Edward, both arms wrapped around him now, to steady him. Alfons kissed and bit along the tweed covered back, his hand once again finding Edward's cock, his other hand sliding down to cup Edward's balls. They were tight and hot and Edward shook all over when Alfons cupped them, then he pushed himself higher on his knees and then sat back down.
Yes, it was time Edward did some of the work.
His pace was erratic and his rhythm atrocious, he would stop and grind down periodically with no symmetry and Alfons felt his eyes crossing. Edward was trying to kill him, he was finally trying to kill him. He always knew that this boy-man would be the death of him, but who knew? In a broken down car, in a ditch, in the middle of nowhere, he would meet his maker? Every time he tried to intervene, to perhaps show Edward what needed to be done to end this merciless torture he started to complain, and very loudly.
"NO, I'm doing it! I'm doing it, stop pushing on me, fucking sit there and take it like a man...ah FUCK, don't squeeze my nuts so hard, you want to make me sterile?"
Alfons was mildly surprised to hear that someday, Edward wanted children. But it was only so long he could stand this mutiny and he launched his own coup. Despite Edward's throat and profane protests, he began to move his hips. Pushing up on his knees when Edward sank, settling back down when Edward lifted, and by doing this, little by little, Edward's rhythm improved, the pace picked up and Edward came, howling his praise disguised as insults to the stars.
They lay after wards on their coats, spread out in the grass beside the car. Above them, the stars still dotted the sky's and not a cloud was in sight.
"It's a really nice night," Alfons said, moving his hand to brush against Edwards.
"Yeah, it is," Edward replied. "You know, they don't look any different."
"What doesn't?" Alfons asked.
"The stars. Things here look the same but they are different, but somehow I don't think the stars are any different," he tangled his fingers with Alfons.
They were quite for a while.
"Do you think it's a sign?" Alfons asked.
"Maybe, I wish I had paid more attention but it was Al... it was my brother who knew the stars," Edward sighed a little, he put his other arm behind his head.
Alfons rubbed his thumb up and down the side of Edward's hand. He lifted his other hand and pointed.
"That's Orion," he said. "And over there is Ursa Major, commonly called The Big Dipper."
"So, you know stars?" the man beside him whispered, and Alfons wasn't sure of his tone.
"Not really, only the ones that were pointed out to me when I was a child," and Edward seemed to relax again. "But if I'm going to build a engine that will travel to them, I think I better learn."
"There's no rush," Edward said. "It's not like they're going anywhere."
Alfons released Edward's hand, rolled up onto his side and threw a casual arm across his waist. Edward rumbled just a little, it was a pleased sound.
art by hime1999