FallingStar
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Attention! Slash fic below!
So, after a long time of writing, forgetting about it, finding it, throwing it away, and forgetting about it: Here's a little piece of shite you can laugh about. It was supposed (maybe it still is
) to be a 
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slash fic. I liked it a lot when I wrote it, but I haven't read it for months. 
Maybe you like it. 
(I don't think so)
And a little guess of me: I think there will be 2 replies to this thread - at most!
Part 1: Edge's POV
A vein is clearly visible at the side of his neck and its pulse puts me under its spell. This little string of skin that rises and falls all the time and that neck that fits around it so smoothly.....wouldn't it taste brilliant in my mouth? And isn't this a singular hair peeking out of his collar?
Apparently while sleeping he pulls his head a bit back and I can see the hypnotising rhythm far better than before.
Unconsciously I approach a bit and my tongue slowly wanders over my lips. Leaning over inhaling his scent or yanking my finger into the shirt and feeling the hair under it for myself......the thought itself makes me feel a hardness between my legs.
Then my eyes slowly wander up and I wish immediately that they hadn't. His eyes aren't closed as they were one minute ago and actually he also doesn't look sleepy at all. A wry smile plays around his lips and persuades his eyes to join them. My eyes must have taken the size of saucers and I look away embarrassed.
The window. Yes, this is a good idea. In the clouds there can't be any pulsating veins or piercing looks. Or hair teasing you with their presence.....
But I know he is watching me. I sense it. I take a deep breath and look back, right into the face I watched some minutes ago in such a shameless way. The amusement still lurks in his muscles, but there is also something different I've never seen before.
Okay, now that I face him it doesn't matter anymore if he will turn smiling knowingly - this would be the worst - or simply turn and tell the whole plane what I did - as worse.
Thud-thud-thud....The pounding in my ears is so loud that I'm afraid he could hear it. Hurriedly I get up and mumble a quiet "'Cuse me..." that I can't hear through my pounding ears. I pass him desperately trying not to brush his thigh or any other part of his body sitting so comfortable in his seat and head to the toilet. I shut the door behind me and lock it watching the man staring back at me from the small mirror on the wall. Red faced, trembling the person looks back.
'Great. All so fucking great! I just watched Bono's neck and he woke up staring back.' With my head leaning against the wall of the opposite site of the mirror I think about what to do next. Well, going back to him and confessing to him why I stared at him wouldn't be the best idea. As well as staying in this toilet till I retire. Okay. Two solutions - none of them works. What now?
I turn on the water and sprinkle my face with the cool liquid. That feels better. My head isn't that full anymore, but nevertheless I have no idea what to do. But.....what was that heavy a crime to watch a sleeping man? I know him long enough to know that he also watches me sleeping some times....What did he think when he watched me?.....
But his skin looked so sweet....And his stubbles touched his collar so invitingly.....And his lips....certainly they taste like pure honey.....
Fuck! Maybe I am into much more trouble then I expected at first. A rational thinking man would certainly put these beginning of thoughts into the category of 'fantasies rising under the withdrawal of love from the other sex'.......And what would rational thinking men advice in this moment? 'Hold on, we're working on a solution'...or 'Hey, I just put the symptoms under a name; don't force me to get you out of your problems'....Helpfully like every time.........I shake my head unwillingly - when I also start talking to myself, then I crack up completely......
One last look into the mirror and although I don't look much better then when I left him I make my way back to my seat. I see Bono nodding at me with a bright smile on his lips and force my look on my seat. Almost having passed him completely I touch his right knee with my thigh and try to avoid that wave of whatsoever flooding through my body.
With a silent sigh I sink back into my seat and turn my head towards the window for not wanting to seem as if I wanted to avoid Bono's look though I think it is obvious nevertheless, because after some seconds I feel his hand squeezing my right shoulder and twitch at his warmth.
'What now? Please go away.....'
"So.....how was it?"
'What? How was what?' Man, don't purr like this into my ear.......
"I don't understand." I mumble still staring through the window.
"Well, watching me sleeping?" His hot mouth is only centimetres away from my right ear, but the thought of him being so near drives me crazy.
"I don't know what you mean. I didn't watch you. I was thinking" Wonderful. Not even I believe this lie. Does he?
"Okay, then: How was the thought of you concerning me sleeping? Come on: You can tell me...." He chuckles and his wet lips brush slightly against my earlobe.
I turn and face him, only a small distance between my nose and his. Those blue eyes...Strangely but I never really realized the intensity of his eyes; but on the other hand I was never that close to his face like now, at least in no sober state...
"Look, Bono. I was just thinking and you were sitting in the seat beneath me.....beside....I mean beside me!" Shit! Shit! Not beneath me! Oh God! His eyes smile amused at me. "Ummm....what was it......." I look helplessly out of the window and back into his eyes. "And I didn't watch you doing anything. So go back on your own seat and don't fucking touch me all the time!" Okay, the last part was a bit loud - okay, it was very loud since Bono takes his hand away very quickly.
"Alright. Alright. Don't get so pissed off! It was just a joke!" Pouting he turns in his seat and I just see his back and his strands falling on his shoulders. A wonderful big and comfortably looking back and this ebony hair....After some seconds I realize my gaze and come back to reality.
'I didn't wanted that. Please don't be angry. I didn't....' I lean forwards to whisper an apology into his ear and in this moment he turns again and crushes into my face. He looks startled at me. Even nearer then he was some seconds ago our noses touch and I feel blood coming up and turning my face from a shallow white to the uncomfortable red I hate so much. Blushing I turn carefully in my seat.
With the pounding of my heart in my ears I watch the clouds pass and shush the thought of Bono watching me away.
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After some hours and many forced looks away from him and his body, I lie on my bed in some hotel room in some city somewhere in Europe. Not only that I had to think on him all the time, I also have to share my room with him. In former times we shared the hotel room all the time, but in former times I never realized his blue eyes....
I'm shocked by thoughts suddenly appearing in my head of what worse could have happened in the plane: What if I would have examined his whole length with him being awake and watching me?!? Or what if I would have lost my balance when heading to the toilet and landing in his lap?!?! Or what if I would have leant over and kissed him.......Kissed?!?!?!
This wasn't a normal thought. And it doesn't fit in my mind. Kissing him? Kissing another man? But certainly his lips would have been soft.....
The door crushes open. Jumping off the bed, I hurriedly go on unpacking my suitcase. Bono. It's Bono. And he stands there watching me. Well, why not? Now it's his turn.......
I start sweating and fear him sensing my emotions. 'God, he is no fucking dog to sense if I'm afraid!'
But somehow I don't feel his eyes on me. He looks somewhere else. He clears his throat. Maybe he wants me to leave him alone...
Taking my bath utilities and going to the bathroom I risk a look at him. He stands in the middle of the room, irresolute looking around and eventually throwing himself on the bed. On my bed. Can't he see that there's my suitcase beside the bed?! But the way he lies there....
Having put the toilet bag in the bathroom, I come back and heave the suitcase from my formerly bed to the other one. No need to argue with him. It would end with me staring at him anyway....
Quickly I look up again and watch him. He lies on the bed with folded arms and open eyes. His rip cage slowly rises and sinks. He's so.......mmmmmh.......
He's still angry with me. It's okay for me. I mean he has the right for it, hasn't he? Well, actually not, but......
He moves and I look away. Taking my jacket from the couch on the other side of the room I walk to the door.
"Well, I'm off. Till....then."
Out! Yes! No blue eyes! No rip cages! Not even angry men!
Happily I walk to the lobby and out of the hotel. Sightseeing will be a good idea. But.......I come to an halt. Where to go - alone? I decide to go simply in the downtown of this city - whatever city this might be - and watch a bit the stores. With no real interest in the shops and the people around me, I look at my watch. 3 pm. When I would go to a pub and drink something the time would pass faster and Bono would surely go out partying soon.
Having found a nice looking bar I go in and order a beer. Side information: I'm in Germany. The people can't understand what I want to drink. Doesn't matter. In the end I don't really taste what I gulp anyway.
My thoughts wander away. Bono's so.....The way he sat there in his seat....or lay on the bed.....How long have I thought about Bono in this way? I think ever since......
Glass is empty. Another one. And his ebony hair and those strands of his resting on his shoulders whenever he lies his head back. The way he laughs when thinking his jokes would be great though they aren't in the slightest way. The way he simply stands somewhere and watches other people hurrying past him. But he's never in a hurry. He always has all the time of the world.
But I think I thought about Bono like this all the time. When I saw him in Larry's house for the first time without so many people around him like in school.......walking into the room and starting to pretend he could play the guitar.......I smile - I don't think only because of the thoughts, but also because of the beer. That beer is extremely strong. Bono's arms are also very strong.... I can't believe that I actually connect beer with Bono......
There aren't too many men I'd like to touch me - actually I don't want any men to touch me except....him....I know him so long and he feels stronger than a brother, but not yet like a lover...maybe because we never had sex....I shake my head trying to think proper again and not about such stupid explanations----imaginations?-----fantasies?? The good thing on beer's always that you can act like a complete idiot after enough of it.....
I look at my watch. 5 pm. A bit puzzled about how fast the time had passed I pay - the bartender doesn't really want to take Irish pounds, but I don't have anything else to pay with - and walk slowly back to the hotel. It takes me another half an hour to find the hotel. When I found the bar there were so many people around, but now I can't remember having ever been here.
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It's already dark and there are some clouds leaving the circle of light around the lonely moon. There's my hotel. And this has to be my room. The windows are dark as well and I'm relieved to see that Bono's out.
After getting the key from the reception, I make my way to my room. The alcohol in my veins.......Bono's veins are so amazingly - especially the one on left side of his neck.......makes me a bit dizzy, but not far as dizzy as Irish beer would have made me.
I open my room door and unlock the door again from the inside. Yawning I walk into the bed room, put the suitcase away, kick my shoes off and throw me onto the bed.
Back on the bed my thoughts go on spinning around him. Darkness surrounds me and I imagine Bono being here with me. Maybe even here in bed with me. Just kissing. It is a weird thought for me to think about kissing my best friend, but it makes me smile.
Was there a noise? I think I've heard somebody in the bathroom.......But Bono's out and this is my room, so nobody can be here. Probably just imagination.....
I smile. His tongue in my mouth. His hands cradling my face and his thighs straddling my hips. Yes, this would be right.
I hum quietly and the bathroom door suddenly flies open. Shocked at the sudden light of the bath room in my face, I sit up and protect my eyes with my arm.
"Oh, didn't knew you were back, love. How was the trip?"
It's Bono. And it seems as if he had forgotten what had happened earlier this day. Well, that's Bono - forgetting very fast....
It's Bono. And he's only wearing a towel.
"Erhm....y-yyy-yes. I mean...ummm...yes, the trip was fine......though it wasn't a trip. I was drinking some beer and then came back...."
It's Bono and his hair is wet and his chest hair is wet as well. As well as the line of hair that leads south and is covered by his towel. His entire skin glitters of water drops and the fact that he drops of me while walking to his - my former - bed, doesn't seem to bother him.
"Well, the same that I did. Some strong stuff in the mini bar." Pointing behind his bed, I see a small bunch of empty bottles lying on the floor. "You could have told me that you go out drinking. I could have joined you and we could have got drunk together." He laughs. The laughter comes from somewhere deep in his chest and I have the urge to jump at him and search for the source of the laughter.....
Oh, I also have to laugh, right? If not, it would be a stupid joke of you and I don't want you to feel as if it was stupid.
I lay back.
Bono dries himself a bit, then leans back on his bed, switches the light out and the TV on. Blue and white flashes colour his face and I can't resist watching it in the corners of my eyes. So beautiful.....His muscles stiffening and going limb all the time - maybe he thinks about something - and his eyes slowly wander across the screen.
He turns the TV out again. "Only German films. Uninteresting crap..."
And gets up.
And walks over to my bed.
And sits beside me.
And kisses me.
I gasp for surprise. Wondering and also frightened I only feel his lips move across mine. This must be a joke. No, this must be a dream. Right. Probably I'm still in the bar dreaming about Bono. Okay if this is a dream, nothing will happen and I can wake up when I want.
My hands come up and tangle in his hair; wet and damp at the same time. His tongue slides over my lips, wanting to part them. Softly my tongue meets with his when Bono suddenly draws back asking me to open my mouth....I push up harder against his tongue and feel him smile against me. My tongue seeks entrance in his mouth and I feel his warmth spreading into me. This skilled muscle......I dreamt about this and now it simply happens. This just have to be a dream. God, please don't let me wake up.........
He tastes like ten different sorts of alcohol mixed together and poured into his glorious mouth.....
His mouth leaves mine and kisses his way down to my throat. His hands have found their way under my shirt and my jacket and brush across my belly, making me shudder. Not being able to stop I start moaning quietly.
"Why Bono?"
Was this me? Why do I ask this?!?! Why do exactly I ask this?!?!? First thinking, then asking. Jesus...
"Mmmh....I don't know.......why not?..........No one here.........and I need it now.........Furthermore you were the one staring at me all the time....so let's do it now......mmmh...."
Good explanation. Never knew I shared my room with a nymphomaniac, but this makes everything so much easier. I don't have to just dream about him. Now I'm sure, this isn't a dream....God, don't let him stop.........
I feel him climbing onto the bed and his legs finding equal places at the sides of mine. I wonder how his towel still keeps in place, but the thought drifts away....My hands are at his back, squeezing.
Slowly a voice in the backside of my head rises telling me to stop this, to get away from him and this - whatever this might be.....But I don't listen to the voice.........I want this and the little rational thinking voice can't change anything........When I slept with Aislinn the voice also wanted me to stop it and get away from her, but in the end I never regretted it.....
He helps me taking off my jacket and throws it to the floor. His lips find back to mine and his tongue teases me again while his hands rummage across my shirt. With every movement of his hands I feel saver and enjoy this all even more. His mouth slides down at the side of my throat and closes through fabric around a hard nipple. I hiss in pain but also in pleasure and obviously he likes the sound of me from beneath him.
Bono acts so slowly as if he had all the time of the world. Actually he has all the time of the world.....but.......
His hands make my shirt join the jacket on the floor. His soft fingers dance across my skin combing through chest hair. His fingers are so much softer than mine, almost womanly......
"That feels so good.........don't you think so, love?.......So good........" Quietly mumbling and moaning he works his way down my throat to my chest and my belly. Sucking and biting nipples and skin, his hands wander down even further and start opening my zipper. I'm aware of the bulge in my crotch and shift uncomfortably. I don't know if I want this.....he's my best friend......and not even a woman.........this will never work......
But Bono doesn't realize - or at least doesn't show me that he realizes - my shift and goes on.
Okay, I'll only play along a little bit further. I think he knows what he's doing....
I lift my hips and he can take my trousers off. The darkness that surrounds us makes this all more mysterious and I realize that I am fully at his mercy. His kisses and touches come and go as he pleases.........
And the last garment is away. The underwear lands somewhere on the floor and I feel Bono coming up again, throwing his towel away. Something silky and warm and nevertheless hard touches my thigh and I twitch.
"Oh, Edgie is this the nice way? Don't have to shudder - you have done this to me......" And his lips close once again on mine. This time he kisses rougher and his hands grab my head in an almost violent way holding it in place. His hips descend and at first I hiss of pain into his mouth, but after a while the feeling of his erection rubbing on mine, is good. More than good.
I moan louder and also feel him slowly thrusting into me. His teeth scrap at my shoulder and bite me. My nails dig into him in turn. I'm proud in a way of being marked by him and marking him in turn.....
I get harder and feel the urge to thrust as well, but it would be no good; there's no simply way to go....
Through moans I try to form a sentence. "I......God..........what now?.......mmmh............That won't bring us anywhere......." Okay, it wasn't a real sentence, but a good try.
After some seconds I feel Bono forcing his mouth away from my shoulder and getting up a bit on one of his elbows.
"You could turn on your stomach..........if you like to.......or make a better suggestion....." His voice sounds wincing and a bit painful. The pleasure and the urge for release clearly audible.
Why not doing what he says when not having a better idea what to do with a man, that is - by the way - your best friend? With some effort I get on my elbows and turn till I lie flat on my stomach.
"Put a pillow under your hips, love."
I do as I am told and Bono reaches from behind me into the drawer between our two beds and takes out something. That bastard! He planned this all! But why being angry with him? I want this now as much as he.
I feel him shifting a bit on top of me and then I hear the sound of lube and the darkness keeps the secret when he is coated. He breathes. And his breaths are the only noises I hear for a while. His breaths and small sighs and moans of him. A quiet thud tells me that the tube is on the floor and now I can feel him again shifting on me.
"I don't know....I don't hope that this will hurt, but I'm afraid it will...." His body searches for a comfortable position on my back.
"No matter....it won't do......please.........do it now....." His left leg slips off me, brushing mine and gives him more balance.
"I really don't want to hurt you..........it will be good for you, I promise......how often have you done this before?" He licks my ear and his pelvis starts building up a slow rhythm.
I gulp. "N-never..."I expect him to stop that wonderful rhythm and leave me right now, but instead of it his thrusts get a little bit faster.
"Oh, then I will do it extra good for you.......you will see.......it is fantastic." Unbelievable, but the thought of me being a virgin in this point, seems to arouse him even more.
His erection slowly seeks for entrance and at the beginning it works really good. The first wetness of the lube makes me contract around him and he groans longingly. I hear his moans and gasps behind my ear and my hands clench into the sheet.
But then there is no way. He can't get further. I feel his thrusts coming faster and harder and I want to please him, but I don't know how. His moans get urgent. A feel pain coming up, but I don't care as long as I could only give him what he wants.....The pain increases and I stifle the wining sounds in my throat. Suddenly my head is hot and the pain is also in this part of my body. Bono knows what he does and if this is the right way then it is okay for me to suffer for him.
Then he is through. I feel him sliding into me easily now. His moans now steady and full, I relax and give into that new feeling. My head clears all at once and the feeling is overwhelming. His nails clench in my shoulder blades the way my nail dig into the pillow and I take the rhythm and support him the best I can.
I feel me and him starting to sweat as his hands slide of my back now and then, only to come up and dig their nails deeper into my flesh.
He slides further into me and every movement makes me aware that he really is inside me stimulating nerves I never knew even existed. I start joining him into moans and this sounds we make will always be in my head from now on.
One of his hands come slides down reaching under me, rubbing and tugging still carefully at my dick....
His weight on top of me reminds me on the countless times I have seen him after a party lying completely drunken half on Gavin or Adam and I have to chuckle at the thought - now I finally knew why. Bono's moans stop for a second, then go on.
"What.....is that funny?..........Isn't it good for you?" He presses out.
"Everything's fine.........just had to.....think on something......It is good....." I involuntarily arch my back and he appreciates that with a louder groan.
"Okay, then....could you think on it later?........It irritates me to hear you laughing......when I'm fucking you........." We both chuckle and suddenly I feel the beginnings of those liquid sparkles spilling into me. I gulp and moan louder repeating senseless words all the time, but mostly the name of the man on top of me. The thrusts are too fast to follow anymore and our hips crush together very often.
Then I feel it. The fire is completely released. I arch my back. I scream is name. I hear him screaming out my name and ending it with a long and deep exhalation. He collapses. My muscles go limb and my head crushes on the mattress. His head bounces forwards as well and I feel his wet hair at my neck.
I realize that my eyes were closed the whole time and I see colourful stars rising in front if my eye lids. Blue, yellow, green, red,........but maybe just all black. I breath heavily and try to get air into my lungs, but I can't. Bono's still lying on top of me and I can still feel him inside me.
The comfortable warmth surrounding me, makes me sleepy and the dizziness of the alcohol seems to come back again.
Then I feel him moving on me. He gets on his hands and pulls out. The feeling of not being one anymore makes me gasp and I start shivering. He lies down beside me and pulls the blanket over both of us. I snuggle closer to him and the only things I hear are words I can't make any sense of in the moment. "You're so perfectly tight, love......perfectly tight......."
~~~~~~~~
I awake to a strange caress at my most sensitive part of my body and feel me thrusting hard into the bed.
This was a fantastic dream.....Everything seemed so real......
Strangely my bottom feels sort of numb and I realize that this all wasn't a dream when my hands go down and comb immediately through Bono's wet hair. My back is arched and I can't stop the row of moans and gasps flooding out of my mouth as he plays me.
His tongue draws weird symbols on the underside of my erection and the ticklish sensation makes me scream. Somehow his tongue and his fingers all found places were they could tease me best. I feel his stubbles rub against my thigh and bend one knee. Bono groans in a thankful way and manages to shove even more of me into his mouth.
Then I come for the second time this night. My back arches even more and my lover's name crosses my lips loud enough for even Dublin to hear it.
With his personal tranquillity Bono waits between my legs till I'm ready and saves the evidence of my pleasure in his mouth. When he kisses me, his mouth tastes salty and metallic and it feels so good being held by him. Panting I slide closer to him and fondle the soft hair at his thigh.
"You know, Edge....I wanted to say that I will never forget this night and I'm glad that you did this for me...." He places a light kiss on my hair.
'Do you think I will ever forget this night? It was the best I will ever have...And it wasn't all just for you....'
I rise my head and look him into his eyes. "Well, I don't know what you are thinking, but.....what about showing you what I learnt over the years?" I kiss him onto his mouth and our tongues meet in a wonderful embrace.
"Feel free to teach me, love..." The words mumbled into my mouth go down in the kiss while he rolls on his back, but the word 'love' switches something in me and I echo the word.
"Love..." This single syllable is thrown from my mouth to his and back again like a neutron in an electric environment. My mouth leaves his still mumbling this electrifying word and slides over his throat.
"Is this what you were taught? Or will it get more interesting in the end?" He laughs quietly, but it brings me back to reality and I remember what I wanted to show him.
Shakily and not really wanting to abandon his hot skin I get to my feet and stagger to my suitcase. Though I'm happy that my eyes have become friends with the darkness and that I can see relatively good now, I'm still sad that the mysteriousness has gone. Blue schemes have taken the place of the blackness.....
I open my suitcase and rummage through the cloths not really finding anything that would fit for my plan. Disappointed I almost want to go back to Bono and think about something new, but then I stumble over his suitcase lying next to mine. I have to think on the scarf Bono always takes with him on tour - maybe some sort of lucky charm - and start searching for it. Fortunately this garment is exactly what I was looking for and I find it immediately.
Grinning I go back to the bed.
"Hey, what are you planning? I don't like this evil grin in your face." He protests in a slow way and I start kissing him instead of an answer, letting the scarf fall on the bed behind me.
While my mouth and my tongue are occupied with his, I lead my hands down his length and rub him carefully.
He starts groaning and pulls his neck longingly in my direction. I see a vein. The vein. And my mouth goes down sucking it hard. It really tastes brilliant in my mouth.
The point where jaw and neck meets is apparently a very sensitive point for Bono and I coax enormous sounds of his lips only by letting my tongue brush over it.
And then I feel his erection between my legs. Smiling I desert his skin and crouch between his parted legs. His head shoots up and his eyes darkened with desire make me almost take him into my arms again.
"What are you doing Edge?........I want to know it......." This poor baby. How helpless it is in my mercy.
"I won't do anything uncomfortable for you. I promise......Just trust me.....Please......And now lie back, love......"
His head falls back and his hands twitch nervously. Satisfied I take the scarf and try to tie his erection carefully to his balls, but when the garment touches his throbbing skin he winces and cries out. His skin is so sweaty and warm and when my fingers stay longer than necessary on one and the same place I feel his pores tighten around them immediately. He moans deeply. Ending it with a loose knot, I admire my masterpiece for a second and crawl up to his face. His eyes are closed and his bottom lip trembles. Actually one should take a photo of this....So vulnerable....And yet so sexy........
I start kissing him again. His shuddering form beneath me grows and his lips searches for mine. His hands are on my back squeezing softly but then scratching their way violently under my already rare skin. Then our lips close for the xth time this night. His tongue that frantically pushes into my mouth as if begging even with this muscle for release is accompanied by groans and urgent moans.
I feel my own erection torturing me, but I try to avoid the painful feeling between my legs. This is his turn and not mine. When he enjoys it then I'm satisfied......
The feeling of his chest hair tickling my chest is wonderful and I push nearer to him. Apparently he desires more near of me when his right leg slings around my waist, pressing our bodies hard together. I cry out harshly. The try to avoid the thought on my own erection was one of the most stupid ideas I ever had, but I simply have to hold on longer. I would only waste all his pleasure......
He thrusts into my groin and I really try my best for not letting him realize my need. And somehow it works. It works really good. The shifts of me on top of his body seem to turn him on even more and his moans and cries get more urgent with every passing second.
"God.......Edge, I can't........make me come.............the scarf............you bastard..........make me come...........pleeeeease....."
I grin slowly. "I know this feeling love.....but hold on........I know you can do it....."
And I kiss him hard on his mouth. His tongue darts forward and I press against it. His erection beneath me is almost already too hard and I start doubting when to go back and give him his release. But not now - it is too early......My cock rubs at Bono's bent knee, at least a bit release....
My senses are stimulated to the most and everything, every of his movements is registered in my brain. His hard thrusts into me. His moans and groans deafening my ears. His nails digging so deeply into my back. His leg pressing my body tightly on his own.
"Please...........ohhh.........Edge.........come on...........this isn't funny anymore.........I need to.......come..............take the scarf off........" His whining voice and his cries let my heart crack. But in spite of bringing my entire attention to his mouth, I nevertheless realize his hands leaving my back and wandering down my body to his hard cock. Okay, before he gets release himself, I will do it for him.
I crawl down and carefully loosen the scarf from his erection. Pre-come appears at its head and I take him into my mouth ready to take everything from him. He arches his back and with his fists clenched around the sheet cries my name into the night as he comes.
But I'm there saving everything. My tongue caressing the ideal point between head and shaft coaxes him to give it all. After every withdraw and newly going down I taste more of the hot salty liquid.
His screams slowly fade away.
His skin is much harder felt with my tongue than with my fingertips. Rubbing over sensitive veins and arteries make him spill out even the last drop of the precious gift and when I look up I see his hands covering his face. My need is gone when I feel his washed over orgasm flooding into the air.
The sudden silence is heavy and the fact that I'm not expecting it makes it sound twice as louder. The ringing of nothingness is louder than the screams of my beloved, but I enjoy it nevertheless. Then I hear the fast breaths of Bono and I make my way out of his protecting legs and up to his face. He shivers. I can't get his hands away from his face.
"Shush......hey Bono.........shush......." He uncovers his face and looks up at me with wet and somehow disguised eyes. As soon as I lie beside him he cuddles at my body. I hope he isn't angry with me. And I hope even more that it pleased him the way it had always pleased me in former times.
He pants and I hold him. I hold him.
"Hey.......This is a goddamn chilling trick you learnt, Edge....." He's still breathless. And he kisses me. No, he isn't angry with me.
"Did you like it?" I give him a wet kiss on his throat.
"God, yes I did......Thank you."
I can't remember who pulled the blanket over us, but I still remember our two bodies giving shelter to the other and sharing the comfortable warmth. And I remember the backside of one of his hands stroking over my chest until sleep overwhelmed me.
So, after a long time of writing, forgetting about it, finding it, throwing it away, and forgetting about it: Here's a little piece of shite you can laugh about. It was supposed (maybe it still is
) to be a / slash fic. I liked it a lot when I wrote it, but I haven't read it for months. Maybe you like it. (I don't think so)And a little guess of me: I think there will be 2 replies to this thread - at most!
Part 1: Edge's POV
A vein is clearly visible at the side of his neck and its pulse puts me under its spell. This little string of skin that rises and falls all the time and that neck that fits around it so smoothly.....wouldn't it taste brilliant in my mouth? And isn't this a singular hair peeking out of his collar?
Apparently while sleeping he pulls his head a bit back and I can see the hypnotising rhythm far better than before.
Unconsciously I approach a bit and my tongue slowly wanders over my lips. Leaning over inhaling his scent or yanking my finger into the shirt and feeling the hair under it for myself......the thought itself makes me feel a hardness between my legs.
Then my eyes slowly wander up and I wish immediately that they hadn't. His eyes aren't closed as they were one minute ago and actually he also doesn't look sleepy at all. A wry smile plays around his lips and persuades his eyes to join them. My eyes must have taken the size of saucers and I look away embarrassed.
The window. Yes, this is a good idea. In the clouds there can't be any pulsating veins or piercing looks. Or hair teasing you with their presence.....
But I know he is watching me. I sense it. I take a deep breath and look back, right into the face I watched some minutes ago in such a shameless way. The amusement still lurks in his muscles, but there is also something different I've never seen before.
Okay, now that I face him it doesn't matter anymore if he will turn smiling knowingly - this would be the worst - or simply turn and tell the whole plane what I did - as worse.
Thud-thud-thud....The pounding in my ears is so loud that I'm afraid he could hear it. Hurriedly I get up and mumble a quiet "'Cuse me..." that I can't hear through my pounding ears. I pass him desperately trying not to brush his thigh or any other part of his body sitting so comfortable in his seat and head to the toilet. I shut the door behind me and lock it watching the man staring back at me from the small mirror on the wall. Red faced, trembling the person looks back.
'Great. All so fucking great! I just watched Bono's neck and he woke up staring back.' With my head leaning against the wall of the opposite site of the mirror I think about what to do next. Well, going back to him and confessing to him why I stared at him wouldn't be the best idea. As well as staying in this toilet till I retire. Okay. Two solutions - none of them works. What now?
I turn on the water and sprinkle my face with the cool liquid. That feels better. My head isn't that full anymore, but nevertheless I have no idea what to do. But.....what was that heavy a crime to watch a sleeping man? I know him long enough to know that he also watches me sleeping some times....What did he think when he watched me?.....
But his skin looked so sweet....And his stubbles touched his collar so invitingly.....And his lips....certainly they taste like pure honey.....
Fuck! Maybe I am into much more trouble then I expected at first. A rational thinking man would certainly put these beginning of thoughts into the category of 'fantasies rising under the withdrawal of love from the other sex'.......And what would rational thinking men advice in this moment? 'Hold on, we're working on a solution'...or 'Hey, I just put the symptoms under a name; don't force me to get you out of your problems'....Helpfully like every time.........I shake my head unwillingly - when I also start talking to myself, then I crack up completely......
One last look into the mirror and although I don't look much better then when I left him I make my way back to my seat. I see Bono nodding at me with a bright smile on his lips and force my look on my seat. Almost having passed him completely I touch his right knee with my thigh and try to avoid that wave of whatsoever flooding through my body.
With a silent sigh I sink back into my seat and turn my head towards the window for not wanting to seem as if I wanted to avoid Bono's look though I think it is obvious nevertheless, because after some seconds I feel his hand squeezing my right shoulder and twitch at his warmth.
'What now? Please go away.....'
"So.....how was it?"
'What? How was what?' Man, don't purr like this into my ear.......
"I don't understand." I mumble still staring through the window.
"Well, watching me sleeping?" His hot mouth is only centimetres away from my right ear, but the thought of him being so near drives me crazy.
"I don't know what you mean. I didn't watch you. I was thinking" Wonderful. Not even I believe this lie. Does he?
"Okay, then: How was the thought of you concerning me sleeping? Come on: You can tell me...." He chuckles and his wet lips brush slightly against my earlobe.
I turn and face him, only a small distance between my nose and his. Those blue eyes...Strangely but I never really realized the intensity of his eyes; but on the other hand I was never that close to his face like now, at least in no sober state...
"Look, Bono. I was just thinking and you were sitting in the seat beneath me.....beside....I mean beside me!" Shit! Shit! Not beneath me! Oh God! His eyes smile amused at me. "Ummm....what was it......." I look helplessly out of the window and back into his eyes. "And I didn't watch you doing anything. So go back on your own seat and don't fucking touch me all the time!" Okay, the last part was a bit loud - okay, it was very loud since Bono takes his hand away very quickly.
"Alright. Alright. Don't get so pissed off! It was just a joke!" Pouting he turns in his seat and I just see his back and his strands falling on his shoulders. A wonderful big and comfortably looking back and this ebony hair....After some seconds I realize my gaze and come back to reality.
'I didn't wanted that. Please don't be angry. I didn't....' I lean forwards to whisper an apology into his ear and in this moment he turns again and crushes into my face. He looks startled at me. Even nearer then he was some seconds ago our noses touch and I feel blood coming up and turning my face from a shallow white to the uncomfortable red I hate so much. Blushing I turn carefully in my seat.
With the pounding of my heart in my ears I watch the clouds pass and shush the thought of Bono watching me away.
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After some hours and many forced looks away from him and his body, I lie on my bed in some hotel room in some city somewhere in Europe. Not only that I had to think on him all the time, I also have to share my room with him. In former times we shared the hotel room all the time, but in former times I never realized his blue eyes....
I'm shocked by thoughts suddenly appearing in my head of what worse could have happened in the plane: What if I would have examined his whole length with him being awake and watching me?!? Or what if I would have lost my balance when heading to the toilet and landing in his lap?!?! Or what if I would have leant over and kissed him.......Kissed?!?!?!
This wasn't a normal thought. And it doesn't fit in my mind. Kissing him? Kissing another man? But certainly his lips would have been soft.....
The door crushes open. Jumping off the bed, I hurriedly go on unpacking my suitcase. Bono. It's Bono. And he stands there watching me. Well, why not? Now it's his turn.......
I start sweating and fear him sensing my emotions. 'God, he is no fucking dog to sense if I'm afraid!'
But somehow I don't feel his eyes on me. He looks somewhere else. He clears his throat. Maybe he wants me to leave him alone...
Taking my bath utilities and going to the bathroom I risk a look at him. He stands in the middle of the room, irresolute looking around and eventually throwing himself on the bed. On my bed. Can't he see that there's my suitcase beside the bed?! But the way he lies there....
Having put the toilet bag in the bathroom, I come back and heave the suitcase from my formerly bed to the other one. No need to argue with him. It would end with me staring at him anyway....
Quickly I look up again and watch him. He lies on the bed with folded arms and open eyes. His rip cage slowly rises and sinks. He's so.......mmmmmh.......
He's still angry with me. It's okay for me. I mean he has the right for it, hasn't he? Well, actually not, but......
He moves and I look away. Taking my jacket from the couch on the other side of the room I walk to the door.
"Well, I'm off. Till....then."
Out! Yes! No blue eyes! No rip cages! Not even angry men!
Happily I walk to the lobby and out of the hotel. Sightseeing will be a good idea. But.......I come to an halt. Where to go - alone? I decide to go simply in the downtown of this city - whatever city this might be - and watch a bit the stores. With no real interest in the shops and the people around me, I look at my watch. 3 pm. When I would go to a pub and drink something the time would pass faster and Bono would surely go out partying soon.
Having found a nice looking bar I go in and order a beer. Side information: I'm in Germany. The people can't understand what I want to drink. Doesn't matter. In the end I don't really taste what I gulp anyway.
My thoughts wander away. Bono's so.....The way he sat there in his seat....or lay on the bed.....How long have I thought about Bono in this way? I think ever since......
Glass is empty. Another one. And his ebony hair and those strands of his resting on his shoulders whenever he lies his head back. The way he laughs when thinking his jokes would be great though they aren't in the slightest way. The way he simply stands somewhere and watches other people hurrying past him. But he's never in a hurry. He always has all the time of the world.
But I think I thought about Bono like this all the time. When I saw him in Larry's house for the first time without so many people around him like in school.......walking into the room and starting to pretend he could play the guitar.......I smile - I don't think only because of the thoughts, but also because of the beer. That beer is extremely strong. Bono's arms are also very strong.... I can't believe that I actually connect beer with Bono......
There aren't too many men I'd like to touch me - actually I don't want any men to touch me except....him....I know him so long and he feels stronger than a brother, but not yet like a lover...maybe because we never had sex....I shake my head trying to think proper again and not about such stupid explanations----imaginations?-----fantasies?? The good thing on beer's always that you can act like a complete idiot after enough of it.....
I look at my watch. 5 pm. A bit puzzled about how fast the time had passed I pay - the bartender doesn't really want to take Irish pounds, but I don't have anything else to pay with - and walk slowly back to the hotel. It takes me another half an hour to find the hotel. When I found the bar there were so many people around, but now I can't remember having ever been here.
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It's already dark and there are some clouds leaving the circle of light around the lonely moon. There's my hotel. And this has to be my room. The windows are dark as well and I'm relieved to see that Bono's out.
After getting the key from the reception, I make my way to my room. The alcohol in my veins.......Bono's veins are so amazingly - especially the one on left side of his neck.......makes me a bit dizzy, but not far as dizzy as Irish beer would have made me.
I open my room door and unlock the door again from the inside. Yawning I walk into the bed room, put the suitcase away, kick my shoes off and throw me onto the bed.
Back on the bed my thoughts go on spinning around him. Darkness surrounds me and I imagine Bono being here with me. Maybe even here in bed with me. Just kissing. It is a weird thought for me to think about kissing my best friend, but it makes me smile.
Was there a noise? I think I've heard somebody in the bathroom.......But Bono's out and this is my room, so nobody can be here. Probably just imagination.....
I smile. His tongue in my mouth. His hands cradling my face and his thighs straddling my hips. Yes, this would be right.
I hum quietly and the bathroom door suddenly flies open. Shocked at the sudden light of the bath room in my face, I sit up and protect my eyes with my arm.
"Oh, didn't knew you were back, love. How was the trip?"
It's Bono. And it seems as if he had forgotten what had happened earlier this day. Well, that's Bono - forgetting very fast....
It's Bono. And he's only wearing a towel.
"Erhm....y-yyy-yes. I mean...ummm...yes, the trip was fine......though it wasn't a trip. I was drinking some beer and then came back...."
It's Bono and his hair is wet and his chest hair is wet as well. As well as the line of hair that leads south and is covered by his towel. His entire skin glitters of water drops and the fact that he drops of me while walking to his - my former - bed, doesn't seem to bother him.
"Well, the same that I did. Some strong stuff in the mini bar." Pointing behind his bed, I see a small bunch of empty bottles lying on the floor. "You could have told me that you go out drinking. I could have joined you and we could have got drunk together." He laughs. The laughter comes from somewhere deep in his chest and I have the urge to jump at him and search for the source of the laughter.....
Oh, I also have to laugh, right? If not, it would be a stupid joke of you and I don't want you to feel as if it was stupid.
I lay back.
Bono dries himself a bit, then leans back on his bed, switches the light out and the TV on. Blue and white flashes colour his face and I can't resist watching it in the corners of my eyes. So beautiful.....His muscles stiffening and going limb all the time - maybe he thinks about something - and his eyes slowly wander across the screen.
He turns the TV out again. "Only German films. Uninteresting crap..."
And gets up.
And walks over to my bed.
And sits beside me.
And kisses me.
I gasp for surprise. Wondering and also frightened I only feel his lips move across mine. This must be a joke. No, this must be a dream. Right. Probably I'm still in the bar dreaming about Bono. Okay if this is a dream, nothing will happen and I can wake up when I want.
My hands come up and tangle in his hair; wet and damp at the same time. His tongue slides over my lips, wanting to part them. Softly my tongue meets with his when Bono suddenly draws back asking me to open my mouth....I push up harder against his tongue and feel him smile against me. My tongue seeks entrance in his mouth and I feel his warmth spreading into me. This skilled muscle......I dreamt about this and now it simply happens. This just have to be a dream. God, please don't let me wake up.........
He tastes like ten different sorts of alcohol mixed together and poured into his glorious mouth.....
His mouth leaves mine and kisses his way down to my throat. His hands have found their way under my shirt and my jacket and brush across my belly, making me shudder. Not being able to stop I start moaning quietly.
"Why Bono?"
Was this me? Why do I ask this?!?! Why do exactly I ask this?!?!? First thinking, then asking. Jesus...
"Mmmh....I don't know.......why not?..........No one here.........and I need it now.........Furthermore you were the one staring at me all the time....so let's do it now......mmmh...."
Good explanation. Never knew I shared my room with a nymphomaniac, but this makes everything so much easier. I don't have to just dream about him. Now I'm sure, this isn't a dream....God, don't let him stop.........
I feel him climbing onto the bed and his legs finding equal places at the sides of mine. I wonder how his towel still keeps in place, but the thought drifts away....My hands are at his back, squeezing.
Slowly a voice in the backside of my head rises telling me to stop this, to get away from him and this - whatever this might be.....But I don't listen to the voice.........I want this and the little rational thinking voice can't change anything........When I slept with Aislinn the voice also wanted me to stop it and get away from her, but in the end I never regretted it.....
He helps me taking off my jacket and throws it to the floor. His lips find back to mine and his tongue teases me again while his hands rummage across my shirt. With every movement of his hands I feel saver and enjoy this all even more. His mouth slides down at the side of my throat and closes through fabric around a hard nipple. I hiss in pain but also in pleasure and obviously he likes the sound of me from beneath him.
Bono acts so slowly as if he had all the time of the world. Actually he has all the time of the world.....but.......
His hands make my shirt join the jacket on the floor. His soft fingers dance across my skin combing through chest hair. His fingers are so much softer than mine, almost womanly......
"That feels so good.........don't you think so, love?.......So good........" Quietly mumbling and moaning he works his way down my throat to my chest and my belly. Sucking and biting nipples and skin, his hands wander down even further and start opening my zipper. I'm aware of the bulge in my crotch and shift uncomfortably. I don't know if I want this.....he's my best friend......and not even a woman.........this will never work......
But Bono doesn't realize - or at least doesn't show me that he realizes - my shift and goes on.
Okay, I'll only play along a little bit further. I think he knows what he's doing....
I lift my hips and he can take my trousers off. The darkness that surrounds us makes this all more mysterious and I realize that I am fully at his mercy. His kisses and touches come and go as he pleases.........
And the last garment is away. The underwear lands somewhere on the floor and I feel Bono coming up again, throwing his towel away. Something silky and warm and nevertheless hard touches my thigh and I twitch.
"Oh, Edgie is this the nice way? Don't have to shudder - you have done this to me......" And his lips close once again on mine. This time he kisses rougher and his hands grab my head in an almost violent way holding it in place. His hips descend and at first I hiss of pain into his mouth, but after a while the feeling of his erection rubbing on mine, is good. More than good.
I moan louder and also feel him slowly thrusting into me. His teeth scrap at my shoulder and bite me. My nails dig into him in turn. I'm proud in a way of being marked by him and marking him in turn.....
I get harder and feel the urge to thrust as well, but it would be no good; there's no simply way to go....
Through moans I try to form a sentence. "I......God..........what now?.......mmmh............That won't bring us anywhere......." Okay, it wasn't a real sentence, but a good try.
After some seconds I feel Bono forcing his mouth away from my shoulder and getting up a bit on one of his elbows.
"You could turn on your stomach..........if you like to.......or make a better suggestion....." His voice sounds wincing and a bit painful. The pleasure and the urge for release clearly audible.
Why not doing what he says when not having a better idea what to do with a man, that is - by the way - your best friend? With some effort I get on my elbows and turn till I lie flat on my stomach.
"Put a pillow under your hips, love."
I do as I am told and Bono reaches from behind me into the drawer between our two beds and takes out something. That bastard! He planned this all! But why being angry with him? I want this now as much as he.
I feel him shifting a bit on top of me and then I hear the sound of lube and the darkness keeps the secret when he is coated. He breathes. And his breaths are the only noises I hear for a while. His breaths and small sighs and moans of him. A quiet thud tells me that the tube is on the floor and now I can feel him again shifting on me.
"I don't know....I don't hope that this will hurt, but I'm afraid it will...." His body searches for a comfortable position on my back.
"No matter....it won't do......please.........do it now....." His left leg slips off me, brushing mine and gives him more balance.
"I really don't want to hurt you..........it will be good for you, I promise......how often have you done this before?" He licks my ear and his pelvis starts building up a slow rhythm.
I gulp. "N-never..."I expect him to stop that wonderful rhythm and leave me right now, but instead of it his thrusts get a little bit faster.
"Oh, then I will do it extra good for you.......you will see.......it is fantastic." Unbelievable, but the thought of me being a virgin in this point, seems to arouse him even more.
His erection slowly seeks for entrance and at the beginning it works really good. The first wetness of the lube makes me contract around him and he groans longingly. I hear his moans and gasps behind my ear and my hands clench into the sheet.
But then there is no way. He can't get further. I feel his thrusts coming faster and harder and I want to please him, but I don't know how. His moans get urgent. A feel pain coming up, but I don't care as long as I could only give him what he wants.....The pain increases and I stifle the wining sounds in my throat. Suddenly my head is hot and the pain is also in this part of my body. Bono knows what he does and if this is the right way then it is okay for me to suffer for him.
Then he is through. I feel him sliding into me easily now. His moans now steady and full, I relax and give into that new feeling. My head clears all at once and the feeling is overwhelming. His nails clench in my shoulder blades the way my nail dig into the pillow and I take the rhythm and support him the best I can.
I feel me and him starting to sweat as his hands slide of my back now and then, only to come up and dig their nails deeper into my flesh.
He slides further into me and every movement makes me aware that he really is inside me stimulating nerves I never knew even existed. I start joining him into moans and this sounds we make will always be in my head from now on.
One of his hands come slides down reaching under me, rubbing and tugging still carefully at my dick....
His weight on top of me reminds me on the countless times I have seen him after a party lying completely drunken half on Gavin or Adam and I have to chuckle at the thought - now I finally knew why. Bono's moans stop for a second, then go on.
"What.....is that funny?..........Isn't it good for you?" He presses out.
"Everything's fine.........just had to.....think on something......It is good....." I involuntarily arch my back and he appreciates that with a louder groan.
"Okay, then....could you think on it later?........It irritates me to hear you laughing......when I'm fucking you........." We both chuckle and suddenly I feel the beginnings of those liquid sparkles spilling into me. I gulp and moan louder repeating senseless words all the time, but mostly the name of the man on top of me. The thrusts are too fast to follow anymore and our hips crush together very often.
Then I feel it. The fire is completely released. I arch my back. I scream is name. I hear him screaming out my name and ending it with a long and deep exhalation. He collapses. My muscles go limb and my head crushes on the mattress. His head bounces forwards as well and I feel his wet hair at my neck.
I realize that my eyes were closed the whole time and I see colourful stars rising in front if my eye lids. Blue, yellow, green, red,........but maybe just all black. I breath heavily and try to get air into my lungs, but I can't. Bono's still lying on top of me and I can still feel him inside me.
The comfortable warmth surrounding me, makes me sleepy and the dizziness of the alcohol seems to come back again.
Then I feel him moving on me. He gets on his hands and pulls out. The feeling of not being one anymore makes me gasp and I start shivering. He lies down beside me and pulls the blanket over both of us. I snuggle closer to him and the only things I hear are words I can't make any sense of in the moment. "You're so perfectly tight, love......perfectly tight......."
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I awake to a strange caress at my most sensitive part of my body and feel me thrusting hard into the bed.
This was a fantastic dream.....Everything seemed so real......
Strangely my bottom feels sort of numb and I realize that this all wasn't a dream when my hands go down and comb immediately through Bono's wet hair. My back is arched and I can't stop the row of moans and gasps flooding out of my mouth as he plays me.
His tongue draws weird symbols on the underside of my erection and the ticklish sensation makes me scream. Somehow his tongue and his fingers all found places were they could tease me best. I feel his stubbles rub against my thigh and bend one knee. Bono groans in a thankful way and manages to shove even more of me into his mouth.
Then I come for the second time this night. My back arches even more and my lover's name crosses my lips loud enough for even Dublin to hear it.
With his personal tranquillity Bono waits between my legs till I'm ready and saves the evidence of my pleasure in his mouth. When he kisses me, his mouth tastes salty and metallic and it feels so good being held by him. Panting I slide closer to him and fondle the soft hair at his thigh.
"You know, Edge....I wanted to say that I will never forget this night and I'm glad that you did this for me...." He places a light kiss on my hair.
'Do you think I will ever forget this night? It was the best I will ever have...And it wasn't all just for you....'
I rise my head and look him into his eyes. "Well, I don't know what you are thinking, but.....what about showing you what I learnt over the years?" I kiss him onto his mouth and our tongues meet in a wonderful embrace.
"Feel free to teach me, love..." The words mumbled into my mouth go down in the kiss while he rolls on his back, but the word 'love' switches something in me and I echo the word.
"Love..." This single syllable is thrown from my mouth to his and back again like a neutron in an electric environment. My mouth leaves his still mumbling this electrifying word and slides over his throat.
"Is this what you were taught? Or will it get more interesting in the end?" He laughs quietly, but it brings me back to reality and I remember what I wanted to show him.
Shakily and not really wanting to abandon his hot skin I get to my feet and stagger to my suitcase. Though I'm happy that my eyes have become friends with the darkness and that I can see relatively good now, I'm still sad that the mysteriousness has gone. Blue schemes have taken the place of the blackness.....
I open my suitcase and rummage through the cloths not really finding anything that would fit for my plan. Disappointed I almost want to go back to Bono and think about something new, but then I stumble over his suitcase lying next to mine. I have to think on the scarf Bono always takes with him on tour - maybe some sort of lucky charm - and start searching for it. Fortunately this garment is exactly what I was looking for and I find it immediately.
Grinning I go back to the bed.
"Hey, what are you planning? I don't like this evil grin in your face." He protests in a slow way and I start kissing him instead of an answer, letting the scarf fall on the bed behind me.
While my mouth and my tongue are occupied with his, I lead my hands down his length and rub him carefully.
He starts groaning and pulls his neck longingly in my direction. I see a vein. The vein. And my mouth goes down sucking it hard. It really tastes brilliant in my mouth.
The point where jaw and neck meets is apparently a very sensitive point for Bono and I coax enormous sounds of his lips only by letting my tongue brush over it.
And then I feel his erection between my legs. Smiling I desert his skin and crouch between his parted legs. His head shoots up and his eyes darkened with desire make me almost take him into my arms again.
"What are you doing Edge?........I want to know it......." This poor baby. How helpless it is in my mercy.
"I won't do anything uncomfortable for you. I promise......Just trust me.....Please......And now lie back, love......"
His head falls back and his hands twitch nervously. Satisfied I take the scarf and try to tie his erection carefully to his balls, but when the garment touches his throbbing skin he winces and cries out. His skin is so sweaty and warm and when my fingers stay longer than necessary on one and the same place I feel his pores tighten around them immediately. He moans deeply. Ending it with a loose knot, I admire my masterpiece for a second and crawl up to his face. His eyes are closed and his bottom lip trembles. Actually one should take a photo of this....So vulnerable....And yet so sexy........
I start kissing him again. His shuddering form beneath me grows and his lips searches for mine. His hands are on my back squeezing softly but then scratching their way violently under my already rare skin. Then our lips close for the xth time this night. His tongue that frantically pushes into my mouth as if begging even with this muscle for release is accompanied by groans and urgent moans.
I feel my own erection torturing me, but I try to avoid the painful feeling between my legs. This is his turn and not mine. When he enjoys it then I'm satisfied......
The feeling of his chest hair tickling my chest is wonderful and I push nearer to him. Apparently he desires more near of me when his right leg slings around my waist, pressing our bodies hard together. I cry out harshly. The try to avoid the thought on my own erection was one of the most stupid ideas I ever had, but I simply have to hold on longer. I would only waste all his pleasure......
He thrusts into my groin and I really try my best for not letting him realize my need. And somehow it works. It works really good. The shifts of me on top of his body seem to turn him on even more and his moans and cries get more urgent with every passing second.
"God.......Edge, I can't........make me come.............the scarf............you bastard..........make me come...........pleeeeease....."
I grin slowly. "I know this feeling love.....but hold on........I know you can do it....."
And I kiss him hard on his mouth. His tongue darts forward and I press against it. His erection beneath me is almost already too hard and I start doubting when to go back and give him his release. But not now - it is too early......My cock rubs at Bono's bent knee, at least a bit release....
My senses are stimulated to the most and everything, every of his movements is registered in my brain. His hard thrusts into me. His moans and groans deafening my ears. His nails digging so deeply into my back. His leg pressing my body tightly on his own.
"Please...........ohhh.........Edge.........come on...........this isn't funny anymore.........I need to.......come..............take the scarf off........" His whining voice and his cries let my heart crack. But in spite of bringing my entire attention to his mouth, I nevertheless realize his hands leaving my back and wandering down my body to his hard cock. Okay, before he gets release himself, I will do it for him.
I crawl down and carefully loosen the scarf from his erection. Pre-come appears at its head and I take him into my mouth ready to take everything from him. He arches his back and with his fists clenched around the sheet cries my name into the night as he comes.
But I'm there saving everything. My tongue caressing the ideal point between head and shaft coaxes him to give it all. After every withdraw and newly going down I taste more of the hot salty liquid.
His screams slowly fade away.
His skin is much harder felt with my tongue than with my fingertips. Rubbing over sensitive veins and arteries make him spill out even the last drop of the precious gift and when I look up I see his hands covering his face. My need is gone when I feel his washed over orgasm flooding into the air.
The sudden silence is heavy and the fact that I'm not expecting it makes it sound twice as louder. The ringing of nothingness is louder than the screams of my beloved, but I enjoy it nevertheless. Then I hear the fast breaths of Bono and I make my way out of his protecting legs and up to his face. He shivers. I can't get his hands away from his face.
"Shush......hey Bono.........shush......." He uncovers his face and looks up at me with wet and somehow disguised eyes. As soon as I lie beside him he cuddles at my body. I hope he isn't angry with me. And I hope even more that it pleased him the way it had always pleased me in former times.
He pants and I hold him. I hold him.
"Hey.......This is a goddamn chilling trick you learnt, Edge....." He's still breathless. And he kisses me. No, he isn't angry with me.
"Did you like it?" I give him a wet kiss on his throat.
"God, yes I did......Thank you."
I can't remember who pulled the blanket over us, but I still remember our two bodies giving shelter to the other and sharing the comfortable warmth. And I remember the backside of one of his hands stroking over my chest until sleep overwhelmed me.
Stupid thing.
What an honour.
