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Author: Burning_Flak - NC-17 - English - Romance/Drama - Reviews: 5
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Author: Bona
Disclaimer: Never happened, I dun' own U2.
Warning: Smutty smut
Summary: Bono and Edge's first time ... sorta. Slash!
Dedicated to Cazza.
Nothing Will Ever Change My Love
I was never too sure of myself. The smart kid. Never the good-looking one of the band. I was young, inexperienced. A variable child.
He, on the other hand, were confidant and witty. The punk. Bono possessed a type of charisma that could persuade literally anyone to do what you wanted them to do. He was perfect, and I admired him for it.
No, this was more than admiration ... oh, so much more. This was love. True, honest, pure, unselfish love. I adored everything about him. That teasing little smile, that eyebrow arch, that voice ... that beautiful, soft Celt purr which charmed almost every girl in our high school, and finally, those exquisite, piercing sapphire twin pools. One glance and you would be captured within their cool depths. I had been captured within those tidal pools, and I even now I willingly allowed myself to drown in their beckoning waves.
I had been fascinated by this blue-eyed nympho since I first laid eyes on him almost a year ago, since that time we had grown very close. Closer than most friends do. As a matter of fact scarcely a day went by that we didn't spend the afternoon at the other's house. I adored him so much. I wanted to be his everything. Oh how I adored him ...
This adoration, unknowingly, would take me places I never dreamt possible. Places I never wanted to leave ...
The room illuminated with the bluish glow from the television, Bono and I lay sprawled out across the living room floor watching nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company. I can't remember how late it was. Perhaps a little after midnight. I do know that Bono's father was away at a postal convention or something and had left Bono alone for the weekend. Yes, a weekend alone, this posed unlimited possibilities.
Yanno, how they say that even an honour student --given the opportunity to have full control of his life for even the shortest amount of time-- will do the unthinkable.
We were no different.
So close ... so very close. I could hear his breathing. Almost feel his heartbeat. And it dawned on me that I wanted to be with him more than anything in the whole universe. I wanted to touch his perfect form, stroke a gentle hand down those lovely ivory features. Kiss those soft, full lips. Explore him with my hands. Arouse him ... Fuck him.
Oh God ... I couldn't believe I had actually thought about him in such a way. Sure it had happened before ... many times before, but never beside him, this close, alone.
Bloody Hell .... Alone.
He turned to me, and stared at me with those eyes, and all strength left my body. Damn those eyes. So beautiful ... God, he was looking through me, viewing my soul, and, what more, all my secrets.
"What's wrong?" His voice was calm, caring.
"Oh ... nothing .... thinking." Yes, thinking ... thinking about pinning him down to the floor, kissing those lips hard, biting that pale throat, tasting him, hands wandering under the enclosing fabric, before stripping his perfect body naked and taking his cock into my throat, to please him to full ecstasy.
Without thinking, I extended a hand towards him and brushed my fingertips along one smooth, slightly flushed cheek. Our eyes locked. Was that fear in his eyes? Please, no. Don't fear me, don't fear this.
His lips quivered a little, "What ... what are you doing?"
I leaned closer, and allowed my lips to brush against his. So soft, so very soft ... I wanted more.
Leaning in again, I pressed a deeper kiss to those slightly parted lips.
He pulled away and gasped.
I pulled him back into my arms and engulfed that lovely mouth with my own, licking soft lips, forcing them to part to allow my hot to tongue to slide in ... to explore.
The nympho moaned, not responding to the French kiss just yet, but not fighting it either.
I pulled away and released my embrace enough to allow him to flee from me if this isn't what my blue-eyed angel wanted. But ...
But, incredibly, he stayed.
I saw the tears first start to form in those azures eyes. Even to this day I don't really know why he was crying. Maybe it was from shock, fear ... arousal?
He began to sob helplessly, and I captured him in my arms once more, and held his shaking form there till this storm of emotions passed. Then he gazed up at me and pulled his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue into my throat, feeling me out with that talented muscle. Our tongues tangled and twined. Exchanging thrusts and withdrawals. Soon I felt my jeans become rather restricting, and before I knew it I had pulled myself on top of my secret god.
We lay there grinding our hips against the other's. I gasped and smiled as I felt Bono grow and harden beneath me. I had pleased him. He clamped his legs around my hips and began desperately thrusting against me.
"Please ... " Bono gasped, fingertips clawing through my shirt into my shoulders.
"Now?" I questioned. I didn't want to do something that he would regret. I would rather die than ever hurt my beautiful companion.
"Upstairs." He managed to moan, rolling me off of him, struggling to stand. "I'd rather we take this upstairs ... feel safer."
I stood and reached out to steady him. "Upstairs." I swallowed hard, and followed him upstairs. By the time we reach his less than clean bedroom, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Deep, feverish kisses intermingled with gropes. Pressing him against the closed door, I reached out and locked it behind us --I dunno why now ... maybe it was 'cos we were so scared as it was. The last thing we wanted was to get caught, even though no one was coming home for another three days.
Panting, I pushed him towards the bed. By now he was twitching with desire, begging for this.
My hands moved beneath his shirt.
"How many times have you done this?"
"Never."
"Me neither."
I was shocked. This rebellious poet was a virgin. I had often thought that he had literally screwed every attractive girl I knew ... but ... well, he was different. So very different.
"Well, that's probably for the best." I mused, "At least, we won't know if the other does something wrong." But it wouldn't be wrong ... it would be perfect. It had to be perfect. I stripped off his shirt, and gently laid him back onto the bed. I ran a hand down his face lovingly, before removing my own shirt and tossing it to the floor. I crawled on top of him and littered his neck and shoulders with delicate kisses, promising him everything as my hand moved for his zipper. Slowly, I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his straining, throbbing erection.
He cried out.
Quickly, I stripped him of those jeans and discarded mine as well. There before the other in all our glory, I took him.
He writhed and squirmed with ecstasy and nervousness in such a way that I could hardly hold him down as my hands explored his godlike body.
"God, Bono ... keep still."
"I can't ... I can't ... oh .... GOD! Please ... PLEASE! Do something ... fuck me ... "
Draping myself across that trembling form, I allowed our cocks to brush together. It felt good ... incredibly good. I began moving against him gently. I wanted to be as gentle as I could ... I didn't want to hurt him. I couldn't bare the thought of making my lover endure pain and suffering for my own selfish pleasures. Soon, my counterpart fell into a rhythm with me, thrusting his erection into mine. We didn't know what we were doing and it didn't really matter. All we knew was we wanted this more than anything. It was our first time ever. And we were stealing the other's virginity.
Mouth slightly open, breath ragged, Bono moaned and began to thrust faster. Pressing a deep, passionate kiss to his lips, I slipped a hand down between us and cupped his cock in my hand. He bucked and screamed, and cried for release, but, no, I wouldn't allow it. Not yet.
I felt along his length, and was impressed at how much he had grown. I had done this to him and I was damn proud of it. Wrapping my fingers around the aching flesh, my grip tightened, and another ecstacy-drenched cry split the near silent room. Nails digging into my flesh, I whimpered softly, but it was worth it ... worth every minute of this torture.
Locking his mouth with mine, I increased the rhythm. Squeezing him roughly in my hand.
Another harsh cry.
I squeezed again. This time he dug his nails deep into my shoulders, scraping them down, leaving bloody trails.
"Edge ... oh, EDGE! I'm gonna come ... I'm ..."
Tightening the grip, I ran my thumb along the head of his cock knowing that it wouldn't be long. A moment later, what started as a low moan in his throat blossomed into a full-fledged scream. A scream which pierced the night ... and took his innocence. Legs clamped around me, nails leaving bloody trails, writhing and bucking, wailing my name, he came as the evidence of his extreme pleasure exploded in my hand.
I gazed at him --head thrown back, dark tendrils framing his pale features, mouth open, eyes tightly shut, tears slipping from them-- he was a sight to behold. I didn't mind the screams, as a matter of fact I adored them for I knew I had created them. I pulled his sweat drenched body to my own and held him protectively, wanting to shield him for all the world's harm.
He finally spoke, his voice almost as shaky as his body itself. "Edge ..."
Cradling his form, I pressed a soft kiss to his damp brow, "Yes, my love?"
He went silent for a minute or two, and I didn't know what to think of it. Did he regret this already? Heaven forbid, I should've simply committed suicide then if he did regret this.
"I love you ... " It was a soft, gently, ethereal sigh. The last words I heard from him that night, before he nuzzled himself under my chin, and fell into a deep sleep.
As he lay there, I thought how wrong this was ... how I wished one of us had been born a woman. Yes, then it would have been all right. But, he had his girl ... and she was the only one who would ever truly have him. My dreams could take me away for a while, but could not end the pain. Even now as I watch you and Ali holding eachother close, kissing ... I think of the four beautiful children you've had together. She was the only one for you ... and I know that. I could never truly have loved you that way ... or so my mind tries to tell me. But there are those times, such as this, when I remember that night, and what 'could have' happened had I acted upon my impulses. Instead, we fell asleep, television on, curled beside each other. I don't really know what made me feel that way ... but I know that I loved you then, and still love you even now. I always will, and nothing can ever change my love.
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Wait, that's not the good one. BRB with the good one.
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~*Mona*~ 97% compatible with Bono
Love me, give me soul.
A little less circuitry,
a little more poetry.
"For the good of the nation, you must defile Bono!" ~Echo~
The Latin Americans have the sexy end[of Catholicism]~BonoBaby~
7:00pm Bono plays Tetris on Powerbook instead of writing lyrics.
