The Company We Keep
The Company We Keep
The Company We Keep
Political interests can bring together people who otherwise have little in common. This saying is adapted from a line in the play 'The Tempest', by William Shakespeare: “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.” It is spoken by a man who has been shipwrecked and finds himself seeking shelter beside a sleeping monster.
"Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows." Gin said aloud as he continued to read his book. He had been completely unaffected by the sudden invasion of his home. He glanced up at the men that currently stood over him. Personal guns for hired. Dressed in all black armaments and armed to the tee. But despite their menacing appearance they just stood there until Gin heard the loud thump of Italian loafers against his hard wood floors. He looked up to find Edward Wuncler Senior standing before him now. "You're quite a ways from 'Timid Deer Lane', pops. What brings you to my humble digs?" Gin asked politely. It was false but he had to be. He knew how powerful that man was. But if Ed Senior had come to him like this that meant he wanted something. Something important.
"My grandson, is destined for great things." Ed senior said calmly. His usual shit eating grin plastered on his aged features. "Things that he won't be able to accomplish with a boyfriend riding his dick." Gin's expression didn't change he just went back to looking at his book.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Ed and I are just friends. You know that." Gin said. "Now if you don't mind....your goons knocked my front door off the hinges. Fix it and get out. You're letting mosquitoes in." Ed Senior did not look like a man defeated but he was. Gin's statement was what the world believed to be true. But Ed Senior knew otherwise. He hadn't seen his grandson take a girl up to his room in months. He noticed Gin's car in the driveway every night it seemed. He snapped his fingers and left Gin's house with his 'goons'.
"He did what!?" Ed yelled. Gin squeezed his eyes shut for a second. It was amazing how sometimes Ed's voice made him hard and other times it made him wish he were deaf. "You know how many underage pool boys he's fucked!? And he has the nerve to pry into ma' sex life! That's some ol' bullshit."
"Calm down." Gin said as he took off his glasses. He used his shirt tails to clean the lenses as he continued. "I told him in not so many words that he had nothing on me."
"And what if he did?" Ed asked. Gin glanced at him before he finished cleaning his glasses. He put them back on his face. "Would you leave me?"
"What?"
"Answer the fucking question!?" Ed yelled.
"No." Gin sighed. It was the truth. But Ed still didn't look convinced. His cast his eyes down and pouted. Gin sighed again. He moved to Ed and put his hand on the back of Ed's head and ran his fingers through his short red hair. Gin also cupped Ed's chin and made him look up at him. "Believe it or not I actually care about chu', ya skinny, ginger, psycho. And some old fart is not gonna tell me who I can or can not fuck." Gin knew Ed was a sucker for the sappy stuff. Gin meant all of the sweet nothings he ever whispered to Ed. That's what Ed senior didn't get. This wasn't just some fling to him. A way of sating his sexual needs during a dry spell.
"Gin....." Ed managed to sigh out before the space between their lips became non-existent. The kiss was chaste only for a moment. Gin watched Ed as his eyes slid shut, and his mouth opened to allow Gin's tongue inside. "Mm!" Ed's arms shot up and wrapped around Gin's shoulders. He pulled himself closer, pressing himself against Gin's body. Nipping a little at Gin's lips when he pulled away to change the angle of the kiss. Ed moaned again when Gin let his hands roam over him. They trekked lightly down his sides before gripping Ed's narrow hips firmly. The pressure made Ed arch his back. He ground himself against Gin but found their clothes still in the way of the skin contact he craved.
Ed pulled away and started tearing at Gin's clothes impatiently. He pulled the red tie out of it's slipknot and ripped open Gin's button down shirt before he unsnapped his belt. Gin loved how ravenous Ed got. Like a true nymph, when he got started there was no stopping until he got what he wanted. What he needed. And Ed needed to be fucked.
"Fuck me, Gin." He even begged for it. Ed reached down Gin's pants and squeezed his engorged cock. And just like that, Gin wanted it just as bad. He pushed Ed against the wall behind them. Knocking a framed picture off it's hooks and causing others along the wall to tilt out of alignment. Ed only had a second to get one leg out of his pants before Gin haled him up.
"Come on, my little sweet peach....." Gin whispered in Ed's ear. He licked his middle and ring finger quickly. "Moan a little louder for me."
"Gin come on and-- Ahh! Oh fuck!" Ed yelped and arched off the wall when Gin fingered him. He thrust his fingers in and out, preparing Ed quickly.
"That's it baby...." Gin slowly replaced his fingers with his cock. "Un.....holy shit...." he sighed out as he buried himself balls deep in Ed. The red head had to be tighter than anything he'd ever felt. "Damn it Eddie baby. You are so! Fucking! Good!" He accentuated his words by thrusting into Ed as hard as he could. Ed tossed his head back, making a loud thunk when it connected with the wall. He screamed as Gin plunged into him mercilessly. The pleasure of having Gin inside him was agonizing. His girth stretching tender flesh. His length stabbing at sensitive nerve endings.
"Ah! Oh......right there, right there! Fuck....ah fuck!" Ed rambled on in Gin's ear. He hugged Gin close, raked his nails down his back and bit his shoulder until he tasted blood.
"Ow, you little vampire....shit." Gin mumbled. If at all possible he heard something over Ed's screaming. Voices, outside the bedroom door. Sounded like Ed's butler and none other than his grandfather were talking.
"Don't tease me." Ed whined in his ear. The feel of Ed's soft lips on his soft earlobes almost did Gin in. But Gin was sidetracked. The bedroom door peaked open a little and through the crack Gin could see the deadly glare of Ed senior. This didn't stop him or even slow him down. He thrust in harder just to make Ed yelp.
"Tell me how much you like it, Eddie-baby." Gin said and started nipping at Ed's neck. He renewed a fading hickey on the side of Ed's neck just so Ed senior could see it. The red mark stood out so vibrantly against Ed's pale skin. Making it with his lips and teeth only made Ed moan wantonly.
"I love it, Gin. Unh! Fuck me don't stop!" Ed pleaded. Gin smirked and pressed him into the wall. Slowing his thrusts in favor of going deeper and harder. After just five of these, Ed lost it. His back arched like a bow as he climaxed. The scream it forced out of him was loud enough to wake the dead. Gin wondered how he wasn't deaf yet.
"Oh Fuck!" Gin groaned. He let go of Ed and the red head slid to the floor, his legs folding beneath him. He grabbed a fistful of Ed's hair and made him look up. "Open your mouth baby." he ordered. Ed obeyed and stuck out his tongue expectantly. Gin took his throbbing erection in his hand and pumped himself to completion. Spilling thick streams of his seed across Ed's face.
"Ah....." Ed sighed. He relaxed against the wall when Gin let go of his hair. He kneeled down and kissed Ed affectionately.
"I love you, Eddie." He said. Ed smiled.
"Love you to, Rummy." Ed sighed again.
"You ok?" Gin asked. Ed took a deep breath.
"Give me a minute.....that was intense." Gin smirked and retrieved a few tissues from Ed's nightstand. He started cleaning Ed's face and glanced at the door. Though still cracked it was devoid of the elder Wuncler. Gin wondered for a moment if Ed Senior had heard their declarations of love. Whether or not Gin felt as though he'd have a lot more conversations with the man. He was reminded of the quote he read earlier. He had poked the sleeping monster but he had shelter from it's wrath in the form of Ed. The red head was very possessive of what was his. Gin smirked when he felt the ache in his shoulder from where Ed had marked him.
He had somehow known since he met Ed in Iraq the keeping him in his company would prove to be interesting. One way or another.