New Slash Attempt
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u2slashTitle: New Year’s Day
Author: Calliopea
Pairing: Bono/Edge
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Mild violence
Disclaimer: This story only exists in the dark, twisted recesses of my mind.
A/N: This is my very first slash attempt. After reading so much of it, I decided to try to write some of it. I tried to keep them somewhat in personality from what I’ve been able to gather. For the rest of it, I resorted to creative liberty. This isn’t set in any particular time frame. But, I did give Bono one feature I truly miss: the JT hair. Anyway, I hope y’all like it.
Special Thanks:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
molly_uk for the beta and the suggestions. It helped a lot and meant even more. I owe you muchly :)
Extra Special Thanks: Goes to: Britney for helping me with some of technical aspects and for tolerating my whining whenever I got stuck; Julio for listening to me whine about the plot bunnies ganging up on me and for announcing that I write slash to a room full of people *eg*; andlovedstrangely for being all around awesome person and for her suggestions as well.
New Year’s Day, he’d said. New Year’s Day.
That was when he’d said that they could finally be together. No more lies, hiding, or anything else. Just them and nothing else.
Ah, but Reg, did you really think it would be that simple? he wondered.
Bono turned from the window where he’d been standing. It had snowed—quite heavily—the night before. The sun was shining now, making the snow appear as spun crystals, twinkling in the sunlight.
Perfect time for a fresh start, he thought, walking across the room to the table. He poured himself some vodka and tossed it back in one gulp, letting the clear liquid burn his throat as it went down.
Feeling drained, he remembered when it was that he’d realized that he felt that way about Edge. Before, he’d never considered it. He was perfectly happy with his Rock God status and the following of female fans he had. He’d never even thought about any other possibilities until that night.
They had flown to the Pacific Northwest to scout out locations for the new video. And, that part of the country being that part of the country, it was raining. It had been forecasted to go on for days. And, it was one of those storms that made visibility a joke. It was one of those nights you stayed in and enjoyed it. Or tried to anyway.
He and Edge had been stranded at that motel in the middle of nowhere. It was late and Edge had stated that he didn’t feel comfortable driving in the downpour and had refused to even consider letting Bono get behind the wheel. And, to make matters worse, they ended up having to share a room as it had been the only one available.
“I’d really like to live to see tomorrow,” he’d joked, poking fun at Bono’s notoriously bad driving skills.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Bono had pouted. “C’mon, it will be fun!” Bono grabbed his hand and tried, unsuccessfully, to drag Edge out the door.
“Bono, lad, there is a time and place for everything. This is not the time nor the place,” Edge had countered, refusing to be budged.
Bono let him go and stalked off, presumably to sulk.
Ten minutes later, Edge came trudging back into the room, rain dripping off him. He had a rain splattered box of…something in his hands. Smiling in Bono’s direction, he dropped it on the bed.
“Bono, mate, cheer up. Just because it’s raining doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun!” he’d said.
Bono scowled in his direction, refusing to look at him.
“Bono!” Edge shouted, to get his attention.
“What?” Bono shouted back, glaring at him. “I’m in the same room. Not a different country, for crying out loud!”
“Fine,” Edge said, cheerfully. “Now that we have that established, come look at what I brought.”
Bono got out of the chair and walked to the bed. Cautiously, he peered over the edge of the box. It was…No, it couldn’t be….where had he found… “Alcohol?” he asked dubiously, frowning at Edge.
It was a virtual treasure trove of spirits. “Rum, vodka, tequila, and triple-sec,” he said, reading off the labels of the bottles in turn. He looked at the guitarist in disbelief. “Not Long Island ice tea again,” he groaned, clutching at his stomach, remembering the last time that they’d been that adventurous.
“But, of course. I thought we could see who could drink who under the table,” Edge smiled mischievously.
“But, where did you get the…?” Bono asked, pointing at the box.
“Booze?” The Edge asked. “Have you forgotten that there is, in fact, a liquor store across the street?”
Bono picked up the box and walked it over to the only table in the room. Silently, he grabbed all the bottles and set them on the table, along with two glasses that had been in the box as well. Placing the box on the floor, he plopped down in the chair.
The Edge came over and sat in chair next to him, grabbed the vodka and started pouring it into the glasses. Bono watched him as he grabbed each of the bottles in turn, and poured them out as well. Finally done, Edge pushed a glass in front of Bono.
Still scowling, Bono picked up a glass and considered it, swirling the contents. Raising the glass to his mouth, he then drank some of it, lightly coughing at the strength of the drink. “Uhhh,” he groaned, looking thoughtfully at his glass. “So it begins.”
“What begins, mate?” Edge asked, drinking all his in one swallow.
“The inevitable hangover and praying to the porcelain god. This stuff is gonna kill me, I swear,” he griped before swallowing what still remained in the glass.
---
Two hours later, they were still drinking. They had both decided to forget about Long Island iced teas and had moved on to drinking rum shots. The rum had burned going down the throat but it created a pleasant warmth as it hit the stomach.
“Ah, Reg,” Bono slurred. “One dead soldier. Time to bury it, I guess,” he said, holding up the now empty bottle of rum. He got out of the chair and stumbled across the room to place the bottle in the trash. That done, he stumbled back toward Edge, but instead of sitting in the chair again, he plopped down on the bed.
“Bono, what are you doing? We’re having a drinking contest, remember? Time to hit the tequila!” Edge slurred, brandishing the tequila like a prize.
Bono lay back on the bed, waving his hands at Edge. “Uhh….no, no more. I promise to never drink this much again if the room will please stop spinning.”
The Edge stumbled over to join him on the bed, smacking at his ankle as he sat down. “Bono, mate, you say that every time you get drunk. Can’t you think of anything else?”
“Tosser,” he mumbled and rolled onto his stomach.
“Wanker,” Edge shot back, laughing.
Bono groaned. “Wanker? Who are you calling a wanker?”
Edge tried to look innocent as he fell over. “Wanker? Who called you a wanker? Are you hearing things? I didn’t say anything. Really,” he said, sitting back up.
“Reg, you’re a horrible liar.”
“Hey! I am not!”
“If the shoe fits…”
“Seriously, B, do you really need to resort to grammar school retorts to make your point?” Edge asked.
“Okay, then, shut up. I’m trying to get some sleep!”
“Mind if I join you?” Edge asked.
Bono rolled his eyes. “There’s only one bed in the room,” he said, stating the obvious. “Make your self at home,” he said, patting the empty space next to him.
Just before he dropped off into an alcohol induced slumber, he felt Edge making himself comfortable next to him. He wasn’t aware of much else after that.
---
Suddenly, Bono woke up. Even now, he couldn’t honestly say what had woken him up. His dreams had been the strange alcohol-induced variety and he attempted to shake his head to clear it.
The only problem was that he couldn’t move; he was lying on his side in spoon position. Nothing strange there. The strange part was that Edge had snuggled up behind him, arm slung across his waist, and leg draped over his, snoring softly.
Needing to go visit the bathroom, he tried to get up without waking Edge. Every attempt Bono made, Edge only tightened his grip on him. Still feeling wasted; Bono gave up and dropped back into sleep.
---
Soft moaning woke him this time. Deep, yet, at the same time, quiet moans. And, this time, Bono slowly became aware of Edge nuzzling the back of his neck and one of his hands rubbing at his stomach. It was then he became aware of something else: Edge pressed snuggly against his lower back.
Turning back, expecting to find Edge asleep and possibly dreaming, he instead discovered that not only was he not dreaming, but he was wide awake. He blinked at Bono in the darkness, light from the windows reflecting in his eyes.
“Reg…? What are you…?” Bono asked, feeling surprised.
“Shhh…” Edge said, putting a hand on singer’s face and rubbing at his cheek. “Don’t talk…don’t spoil it…just…let it happen.”
“But, Reg…” he protested.
“No, Bono. No questions. Don’t think about it…just…feel it.”
Bono felt thoroughly confused. Since when did Edge…?
Bono then felt both of Edge’s hands on either side of his face, and then Edge’s mouth on his. He was hesitant, lightly touching his lips with his. Then, he grew bolder, sighed quietly, opened his mouth, and with his tongue traced the seam of Bono’s lips. Bono slowly opened his mouth in response and felt Edge’s tongue invading his mouth, tasting him.
All formed thoughts had left his head at that point. It all seemed to come from a hazy, drunken dream. Edge was kissing him and he liked it. Not only did he like it, it felt really good.
Leaving his mouth, Edge kissed Bono’s chin, leaving a trail of kisses down the column of his throat. Bono gasped as he felt him lightly sucking on the skin of his neck. Continuing downward, Edge kissed along his collar bone then back up his neck to his jaw and across to his ear. Bono shivered as Edge blew on the lobe, then lightly sucked on it.
With one hand, Edge put his hand underneath Bono’s shirt to rub at his bare stomach, fingers trailing through the hair that grew there. Bono moaned softly as Edge’s fingers brushed over the buckle of his belt, and started undo it.
Eyes flying open, Bono grabbed at Edge’s hands. “No,” he wheezed, “no.”
“Bono, it’s okay. Really…” Edge said softly in his ear, as he continued to undo Bono’s belt and pants, Bono’s hands still hanging on. “Let me…”
Pants undone and hands diving in, Edge had lightly wrapped his hand around Bono’s length. Bono gave up and tried to enjoy what Edge was doing. Pushing Bono’s pants down his hips and then sitting up to remove them, Edge pulled his own shirt over his head, and stood up to let his pants pool around his feet.
Going back to Bono on the bed, he whispered, “Sit up, B. Let me finish undressing you…”
Bono sat up and felt his t-shirt being pulled over his head. He felt Edge’s mouth on his again. Wrapping his arms around him, he started to slowly rub himself against Edge’s hip. Edge gently placed his hands on Bono’s hips to stop him.
“No,” Bono said, breathing heavily, “give me…”
Edge’s hands were moving down his abdomen again. He gasped when he felt Edge wrap his hand around him again, slowly starting to move up and down and twisting.
As he and Edge continued to feverishly kiss at each other’s mouth, Bono placed his hands on Edge’s shoulders, gripping tightly. Edge then trailed his lips back down Bono’s neck to the place to where his neck and shoulder met. Opening his mouth, he lightly bit down on Bono’s neck.
That bite was what ended up sending Bono over the edge in a furious climax that he would still swear had completely short-circuited his body. Moaning harshly, he tightened his grip on Edge’s shoulders as he felt himself shudder and convulse into Edge’s hands.
---
Bono came back to himself, to see Edge smiling widely at him, rubbing at his lower abdomen with a towel. Bono, himself, was still naked, while Edge had thrown on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
He watched Edge pad across the floor to put the towel in the bathroom. He grabbed the two glasses off the table along with the tequila from earlier. He sat down on the bed next to Bono and poured tequila into both the glasses. Wordlessly, he took one into his hands and passed the other to Bono.
“Here’s to rainstorms,” he said solemnly, raising it to Bono and then drank it all.
Bono drank all the tequila in the glass and filled it back up. He drank all of that, too. He started to fill the glass a third time when Edge stopped him.
“Dave…?” he asked, finally meeting Edge’s gaze.
All he’d done was, really, say his name. But in that single syllable was everything: all the confusion and questions that he couldn’t quite bring himself to voice.
Edge had looked at him thoughtfully, eased the still empty glass out of his grip, and set it on the night table next to the bed. Glancing back at Bono, he could see the tears welling in his eyes. One spilled over his lower lash line to leave a track down his cheek. Edge reached up to brush it away, only have Bono sweep his hand aside, turn away from him on the bed, and cry silently.
Edge placed his hand on Bono’s head; softly stroking his hair in what he had hoped was a comforting gesture.
“This wasn’t what I wanted. This was an….,” Bono began.
“Ah, don’t say it, B,” Edge said pleadingly.
“Accident,” Bono finished, ignoring that Edge had even spoken..
“Then why…?” Edge asked.
Bono sat up suddenly and stalked across the room to where his clothes were. He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of pj bottoms. Looking back at Edge, he felt a sudden rush of anger bubbling up to the surface. “Why? Why, you ask? Maybe I should ask you the same question!” he yelled, pointing at Edge.
“What the hell does that mean? You were into it, too! You were to one who begged me to continue. You were hardly helpless, Bono! If you were that fucking bothered by it, you should have kicked me out!” Edge hissed.
Bono gaped at him. “I begged you? What the fuck are you talking about? I did no such thing!”
Edge smiled at Bono without humor. “ ‘Give me…’ Does that ring a bell?”
“You son of a…” In a flash, Bono crossed the room and started to punch Edge in the face. At the last second, he opened his fist and struck Edge’s cheekbone, as the tendons in his wrist connected with the bone. Edge’s neck snapped back with the impact and he looked down a moment as Bono felt his legs freeze in place
Edge popped his neck slowly, raised his head, and shifted his eyes upward. His face twisted into the same humorless grin, his hazel eyes shining in the lamplight meeting Bono’s.
He stated rather than asking, “Feel better, B?” Edge rose slowly from the bed “If you’re so angry why did you open your fist? You can’t hate me that much, now can you?”
He popped his neck again and braced himself as Bono reached back to punch him again. Edge rolled his eyes and stepped to the side, grabbing a hold of Bono’s wrist and folding it along his back, pushing upwards until Bono’s eyes rolled upwards and a small whine escaped his mouth.
“Cool it, Bono. I know you really don’t want me to return a blow,” he growled in his ear making a point to brush his lips along the flesh. Edge yanked on Bono’s long hair, pulling his body prostrate. Smirking at the wild look in those clear blue eyes, he planted a gentle kiss on Bono’s temple. Pulling him back had given him “ leave” to enjoy himself, justifying at least for Bono that he could.
Bono whimpered and drove his foot down on Edge’s foot.
“Such a hysterical little bitch, aren’t we?” Edge sneered and whispered “I’m not holding your hair that firmly. You know that you could stand up at any time, Paul. Why aren’t you?” Edge let his hair go with a grandiose gesture.
Bono collapsed to his knees, laid his head on the bed, and began to sob loudly. “Damn you, Dave!” He silently fumbled for the pack of cigarettes on the night table. The first match failed and Bono swore a blue streak before Edge offered a light from his Zippo. Bono accepted the light, scooted atop the bed, and then moved as far as he could physically from Edge.
Chewing his lip fiercely, he glared through the clouds of smoke as he tucked his knees up and wrapped his arms around himself to rest on his shins. Blue fire shone in his eyes and he genuinely could see himself putting the cigarette out on Edge’s face, if he dared approach him. Puffing deeply on the cigarette had soothed his trembling hand.
Bono felt his teeth break the skin of his lip and the blood flowing into his mouth but he still continued to chew, the pain giving him something to focus on other than the confusion coursing through him.
Edge sat in the chair next to the bed, smirking and propping his legs up on the arm. Reclining quietly, he examined his nails.
Bono felt the anger bubbling to the surface again. So arrogant sitting there…those legs of his so well muscled… he thought. He fixed a glare on Edge again. He was extremely angry again, he wanted to hurt him as he felt the muscles stiffen in his arms.
Edge noticed the glare, pursed his lips, and kissed the air. Bono felt himself fly off the bed. He was there again, in front of Edge, slapping him repeatedly until he dove out of the chair. Bono felt Edge take his legs out from underneath him and he hit the floor.
The impact of his head on the hard floor dazed him and he felt the first slap, reeling from it. He shook his head, but they didn’t stop. Tears flooded to his eyes as he raised his arms up in defense only to find them pinned above his head. Edge hovered above him, hazel eyes ablaze again and Bono felt himself tremble. He couldn’t be sure if it was from the look on Edge’s face or the fact of where he now sat underneath him.
“That’s got to hurt, Paul,” Edge said softly, kissing him. He gently licked the blood off the bite mark on Bono’s lip.
Bono began to thrash beneath him, snapping his teeth firmly on Edge’s chin with a growl. “Get the hell off of me, David!” Bono screamed his voice sharp as he tucked his feet in Edge’s chest throwing him off, and raising to his feet quickly.
“I’ve had enough of your histrionics, Paul,” Edge hissed, stalking him.
Bono’s eyes widened as Edge slammed him into the wall and kissed him painfully hard, his fingers pressed bitingly hard into his shoulders, as the taller man kept him pressed into the wall. Slowly Bono’s lips warmed up to Edges mouth and he returned the kiss slowly, whimpering as he felt Edge’s tongue trace along his cheekbone.
Suddenly Edge’s voice was low and seductive in his ear. Bono trembled at his breath or perhaps it was the words “Now couldn’t we have skipped the hysterics, Paul?”
Bono turned his head sharply to glare back at Edge.
“You know, this is getting very tiresome, B.” Edge sighed; taking Bono’s chin into his hand, still keeping him lodged against the wall. He began to brutally kiss him on the mouth, assaulting him with his teeth and tongue.
Bono moaned softly and brought his hands up to tangle in Edge’s hair, returning the kiss with the same brutality. Edge then left his mouth to kiss along his jaw, up to his ear while he released Bono and ran his hands down Bono’s chest and stomach. Grabbing the edge of Bono’s t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Trailing his fingers down his abdomen, Edge hooked his fingers in the waistband of Bono’s pj bottoms and untied them, letting them fall to the floor.
Edge looked up into Bono’s eyes and found them burning back at him. Edge placed his hands back on Bono’s shoulders and lightly massaged them, trying to help him relax. Bono suddenly sagged against the wall and looked at Edge, his expression unreadable.
Edge took Bono’s chin in his hand and gently kissed him on the mouth again, as Bono opened his mouth, moaning softly into Edge’s mouth. Bono slowly unclenched his hands, bringing them up from his sides, to rest on Edge’s shoulders. One hand snaked into Edge’s hair and the other painfully bit into the shoulder it rested on.
Suddenly, Bono bit down on Edge’s tongue and pushed him away from him, into the bed behind them. Glaring at him he asked, “Why in the hell do you keep trying to seduce me? I’ve made it more than clear that I’m not interested!”
Edge looked up from where he landed on the bed. Without hesitation he retorted, “Why in the hell do you keep responding and then push me away?” Edge got up and stalked back over to where Bono was standing. “And, the other thing, if this is so repulsive to you then why are you so excited by it?” Edge asked, taking Bono in his hand and squeezing hard.
Bono slumped back against the wall and moaned quietly. Edge grinned at his friend’s reaction and continued to move his hand slowly, Bono’s hips bucking and twisting gently. Edge looked at his face, seeing a nice red suffusion there down to the collarbone.
Bono brought his hands up to Edge’s shoulders and pushed them back as if trying to push Edge away. Suddenly, his shaking hands fell back to his sides only to meet with the wall behind him, fingertips curling into clenched fists, his hips thrusting out into Edge’s hand. Edge looked into Bono’s passion-filled eyes, removed his hand, and stepped back away from a whimpering and confused Bono. “Still not interested?” Edge sneered at Bono’s obvious discomfort.
Bono looked into Edge’s eyes and then looked away, not able to answer. He was painfully that his body would automatically contradict anything he said. Looking back at Edge, panting, he said one word: “Don’t?” He reached out to grab Edge to bring him back towards him.
Edge closed the space between them and gave him a heartfelt hug. Lightly, his lips brushed Bono’s neck, sending shivers down his body. Pushing Bono back firmly against the wall, Edge kissed his way down Bono’s body, until he was even with Bono’s hips. Resting his hands, Edge took Bono into his mouth. Bono groaned harshly and wrapped Edge’s hair around his fingers, pulling firmly on the strands.
Edge kept his mouth on Bono, slowly moving back and forth, letting Bono feel his teeth and tongue. Inhaling sharply, Bono’s groans grew in intensity as the tension was building his in body. He began to slide down the wall as his knees buckled out from underneath him. Edge pulled away despite Bono’s protestations to allow him to sink to the floor.
After letting Bono become more comfortable, Edge took him back into his mouth again, wrapping his hands around the base, fingers brushing the curls of hair that grew there. Bono’s head tipped back against the wall, legs stretched out on either side of Edge.
“Reg….Edge….Ah….Edge…Ah…Ah…Ah…Edge…,” Bono moaned mindlessly, losing himself in the moment. Suddenly, Bono’s hips jerked upwards into Edge’s mouth, breaching his throat. His fists clenched as his head fell back, his features going taut as a scream spilled from his lips. Edge pulled back slightly to remove Bono from his throat, as the fluids spilled into his mouth. Continuing to milk Bono, Edge swallowed the fluids building in his mouth.
As Bono quieted down, Edge ran his hands around Bono’s hips and legs to help calm him. After he had quieted down further, Edge removed Bono from his mouth and lightly kissed his hip. Neither one really felt like saying anything.
After awhile, Edge looked up at Bono to find him slumped uncomfortably against the wall behind him, asleep. Using Bono’s thigh as a pillow, Edge laid his head in Bono’s lap, stroking the skin until he, too, fell asleep.
---
Bono slowly woke up the next morning. He was lying in the bed, sheets tangled around his legs, making it impossible to move. Looking about the room, he saw all the evidence of the heavy drinking he and Edge had done the night before. Glancing toward the windows, he saw Edge standing there in the shadows watching the rain hit the glass in front of him. The room was suddenly filled with light as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
Very carefully, Bono sat up in the bed, leaning back against the headboard. His head felt as if someone with a sledgehammer was trying to get out—from the inside. Licking his lips, his mouth felt dry as cotton. Letting his head roll back against the headboard, he moaned quietly.
Edge turned from the window and looked back at Bono. His arms were crossed over his chest as if trying to hug himself. “Good morning, B,” he murmured.
“Uhh…” Bono groaned, holding one hand up and using the other to rub at his temples.
Edge walked toward the bed and sat down. Affectionately, he rubbed Bono’s knee. “Do you want me to get you some coffee?” he asked, quietly.
“Uh huh,” Bono nodded. It seemed that the longer he sat up and the more he tried to communicate, the more his head hurt, the more nauseated he felt.
“Okay. Why don’t you lie back down then? I’ll be back in a bit,” Edge suggested, standing up.
Bono looked at him through slits for eyes and then lay back down on the bed. Edge watched as Bono turned onto his side in the spoon position. Edge watched him for a few minutes more and then turned to go to the diner a block away to get the much-needed coffee for both of them.
---
Twenty minutes later, Edge came tromping noisily back into the room, carrying coffee and muffins. He had figured after all the alcohol from the night before they could probably use something solid in their stomachs as well.
Walking into the room and setting breakfast down on the table, Edge was surprised to see that the bed was empty. Thinking that Bono had to answer the call of nature, he walked back toward the bathroom, only to find it dark and empty.
Trying to figure out where Bono had gone, Edge suddenly heard a car start. Looking about, he realized that he didn’t see the keys to the rental anywhere. “Damn! Tell me that the idiot….!” Edge griped as he ran out the door.
Edge got back outside just in time to see Bono driving off. Or attempting to, anyway. The rain was still coming down in torrents and Edge seriously doubted that Bono could see that well out the windows.
“Paul, you stupid arse!” Edge yelled in the direction of the car
Bono hastily glanced at Edge, as if to inquire where the noise was coming from. In that split second, he hit the wet pavement and hydroplaned, landing in the five foot deep ditch off to the side.
Feeling stunned from the skid and then the impact, Bono sat there, both hands on the wheel, face drained of all color. He was still sitting there when Edge ran up to the driver’s side, opened the door, and unceremoniously yanked him out of the car by his hair.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Edge yelled at him.
Bono sagged against the back door of the rental and glared back at him, rain pelting both of them. “Get away from me!” He yelled back, reaching back to land a solid right hook on Edge’s jaw.
Edge reached up to touch his jaw where the blow had just been struck. “Now, Paul, was that really necessary?” he sneered.
Bono glowered back at him.
“C’mon, let’s go back to the room and see about getting a tow truck. I brought back coffee and some muffins. We can talk, ok?” Edge said, offering Bono a hand.
Bono refused to take the hand that was offered him while Edge eyed him coolly. “Suit yourself,” he said, turning around to head back to the room.
Bono reluctantly followed him, feeling the anger bubble up to the surface again. He launched himself at Edge’s back, tackling him from behind. Rolling Edge onto his back in the mud and water, Bono straddled him, pining Edge’s hands underneath his knees. Grasping Edge’s shirt with one hand, Bono used the other to repeatedly punch him in the face.
“Why, Dave? Why?” He cried, still continuing to punch Edge. “Do you have any idea how betrayed I feel? I thought you were my friend. We were mates in school. I felt bloody safe around you. Instead, you turned into a fucking poof! Why?”
Edge squirmed beneath Bono trying unsuccessfully to dodge the blows. Finally, he brought a leg up suddenly behind Bono and knocked him off balance, sending him flying into the mud. Edge slowly sat up, trying to get his bearings.
As Bono launched himself Edge again, Edge dodged the tackle and landed a solid punch in Bono’s nose. Edge launched himself at Bono and landed on his back. Forcing Bono to lie flat on his stomach, Edge straddled his hips and wrapped an arm around Bono’s neck, using the other hand to wrap it painfully in Bono’s hair.
Leaning forward, Edge growled in Bono’s ear: “I suggest you calm the fuck down, Paul! This is not solving anything!”
Bono still continued to struggle in Edge’s grasp. “I didn’t want you, I didn’t want this!” he gasped. “I never…I got carried away.”
“What did you want, then?” Edge asked, still keeping a firm hold on him.
“I don’t know. Just not this!”
“Funny you should say that, B. It was your decision…both times.”
“No…no…it was an accident!” Bono sputtered.
“An accident?” Edge sneered. “An accident? I saw you and I heard you; that was no accident!”
Edge released his hold on Bono’s hair and unwound the arm from around his neck. Still wary, Edge still continued to sit on Bono.
Bono stopped fighting, buried his face in his hands, and cried in great heaving sobs. Edge got up from where he was sitting and sat at Bono’s head, pulling his upper body into his lap. Trying to comfort him, Edge moved the hair out of Bono’s face. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “There’s nothing wrong with two people being attracted to one another.”
They both sat in the mud as the rain continued to pelt them, showing no signs of letting up. Both were quiet as Bono cried himself out.
As Bono quieted down, the warmth of the adrenaline rush left him and he shivered in the rain. Edge pulled him closer and suddenly he slipped from his grasp. The next thing Edge knew was Bono undoing his trousers
“No, Paul,” he hissed, “We’re outs…,” a moan cutting off his protest as he felt Bono’s mouth on him.
He moved quickly, clumsily and Edge carefully schooled him, pacing him with his hands and gentle suggestions until they found a rhythm with each other. Edge lost focus when Bono’s tongue found the underside of his length.
Edge laid back, rasping moans and groaning as Bono looked up to see if he was okay. Pushing Bono’s head back down, he said, “That…keep doi…”
Bono’s tongue found the tender spot again and he curled his tongue, flicking the hard point. Edge cried out as his hips raised from the ground, hands digging into the mud as Bono choked on the unexpected thrust. Bono withdrew his mouth as Edge climaxed, panting.
Sitting up, Edge wrapped his arms around Bono. Bono’s eyes were sharp and clear, the rain soaked eyelashes framing the wonderful blue. His eyes seemed further enhanced by this trick.
Edge reached out for him again but before he could embrace him, Bono popped up.
“I’m freezin’,” he shivered. “We need to go in,” he said, hugging himself in an attempt to ward off the chill.
Edge looked him over. “Yeah, we should get out of these clothes.”
They both stood up, brushed off as much of the grime sticking to their skin and hair as possible, and slowly walked back to the room.
Opening the door, Edge entered silently, Bono not too far behind. Glancing down, they both frowned as they saw how much mud and water they had both tracked in.
“Well,” Edge began slowly, pulling his shirt over his head to drop it in a sodden heap at his feet, “I guess that will teach us to wrestle in the mud.” He shot a mischievous grin in Bono’s direction.
Bono’s mouth quirked in a semblance of a smile. It wasn’t smile, really, nor, was it a frown. It was, if possible, a cross between the two.
Edge walked into the bathroom to grab towels for them both, wiping his face as he walked back to where Bono was currently rummaging through his clothes in an attempt to find something dry to wear.
“Hey, B, heads up,” Edge called softly, waiting for Bono to face him. As Bono turned, Edge tossed a towel at him.
“Uh, thanks, Reg,” he said, catching. Holding it in both hands, he wiped at his face and hair, trying to soak up most of the water. Feeling that he had soaked up most of the moisture, he lowered the towel to find Edge standing right in front of him.
Edge slowly reached a hand out to cup Bono’s face, his thumb smoothing over the cheek. Bono stood motionless looking back at Edge, curious.
“Edge, what…?” Bono frowned.
“Shh…” Edge then placed his other hand on the other side of Bono’s face and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the mouth. Edge trailed one hand down Bono’s face to his neck as he started to whimper in protest.
Edge broke the kiss and ran a hand down Bono’s arm, grabbed his hand, and led him to the bed. Sitting Bono down, Edge leaned in and kissed him again, lowering him to a laying position on the bed.
Edge lowered himself onto Bono, kissing his mouth and neck, fingers running through that long hair of his. Bono slowly began to respond, his hands reaching up to cup Edge’s shoulders, back, whatever he could reach.
Pulling back suddenly, Edge grabbed Bono’s hands and pulled him into a sitting position. He reached down and pulled Bono’s shirt over his head, leaving him bare chested. Tossing the shirt across the room, he turned back to Bono and smiled in the dim light. Reaching down, Edge pulled at the buttons on Bono’s pants.
“B, I need you…” Edge began.
Bono got off the bed and stood up, letting his pants fall to the floor. He then sat back down on the bed. Looking at Edge, he saw that Edge was smiling at him still.
Bono shivered in response. Reaching out, he grabbed Edge and embraced him, hanging onto him as if he was a lifeline. Edge returned the embrace and lightly brushed his lips across Bono’s temple.
Edge lowered them back to where they were lying down, side by side, facing each other. He tried to smile reassuringly at Bono, while his hand trailed down his side and around to his buttocks. Edge coated one finger with saliva before gently pushing inside of Bono’s ass. Bono squirmed while Edge carefully pushed his finger in farther. Bono groaned an objection as Edge made to insert the other finger.
“Hurts, Reg,” he said quietly.
Picking up lotion from the welcome basket, Edge coated his fingers with the lotion then quickly inserted both fingers before Bono had time to object. He found a spot that made Bono exhale sharply and he worked his fingers against the small lump. Bono’s eyes became half lidded as Edge continued to quietly studying, and enjoying Bono’s little moans and groans, he pressed his fingers in harder.
He carefully added in one last finger, moving slower now. He was careful not to hurt; he only wanted to get him used to the contact. Finding the small sensitive bud again, Edge curled his fingers across it, causing Bono to bury his head into the pillow and moan, digging his fingertips into the bed sheets.
Removing his hand, Edge slowly rolled Bono onto his stomach and sprinkled kisses around his shoulders. Running his nails down Bono’s back, he smiled as Bono squirmed from the contact. He placed his hands on Bono’s hips and lightly pushed him into the bed, still continuing to press his lips around the shoulder area.
Bono moaned quietly in response to Edge’s attentions, fisting his hands in the bed sheets beneath the pillows, his hips moving jerkily. “Ah…” he moaned.
As Bono protested, Edge quickly stood up, and hastily removed his pants as well. Running his fingertips up Bono’s legs, Edge straddled him, one knee on either side. Edge placed himself just outside Bono and slowly moved forward, to Bono’s sharp intake of breath.
Leaning forward, Edge lightly kissed Bono’s ear, “Shhh…It’s all right,” he crooned softly. “Easy now.”
Bono felt Edge slowly enter him and shivered at the kiss placed on his ear. He felt as if he was being stretched apart. His hands curled and uncurled themselves into fists.
Edge slowly moved forward inch by inch, letting Bono get used to him. Finally reaching the base, he carefully thrust his hips forward, attempting not to hurt Bono in the process. Still leaning forward, Edge placed his hands on either side of Bono’s ribcage.
Still thrusting forward, Edge smiled when he felt Bono raising his hips in a backward thrust in an attempt to meet him, his moans quietly building in intensity. Leaning forward farther, Edge began to lightly kiss Bono’s cheek and ear, hearing him gasp as he drew the lobe into his mouth to lightly suck on it.
Edge still continued to move slowly, concerned that what he was doing may hurt. Bono still kept moaning, but they were slowly tapering off, just as Edge felt his body shuddering into Bono. As he thrust forward one more time, he felt the last of the shudders course through him.
He groaned quietly in Bono’s ear as he collapsed forward onto Bono’s back. Bringing his hands up and under Bono’s chest to wrap around him in a hug. From underneath, Bono turned his head and kissed Edge on the mouth, opening his mouth when he felt Edge returning it.
As they kissed, Edge could feel himself going flaccid. Still not removing his arms from around Bono’s midsection, he carefully pulled himself out and rolled them onto their side to where they were spooning. Edge gathered Bono close to him, running his hand through his hair while kissing his neck, ear, and shoulder.
They soon fell asleep, desperately hanging onto one another.
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The storm had continued for two more days after that. Two days that had left them stuck there. Two days that had made it impossible to retrieve the rental out of the ditch. It was during those two days that Bono and Edge had discovered themselves in each other. It had taken a lot of talking, but Bono finally understood Edge. Those two days had passed in a blur of sex then finally lovemaking; Bono finally realized that he’d felt the same and had long since stopped fighting it.
Now, three months later, it was all he could think of: when they had become lovers. Well, more than lovers…everything. It made Bono long for more. They hadn’t been able to be together since then, but the touch, kisses, and hugs of stolen moments had been everything.
Glancing at the clock, Bono saw that it was now 7 p.m., and Edge still had yet to show. They had made arrangements to meet here, where it had all started. Bono flying in from New York and Edge coming in from L.A.
I’ll be there as soon as I can, he’d said, sneaking a quick peck on Bono’s cheek. New Year’s Day, I promise.
In his anxiety, Bono had refused to participate in the festivities going on around him. Apparently, this small town had quite the celebration in honor of the new year unfolding. All he had wanted was Edge.
Still standing at the table, Bono sighed heavily and walked back to the window. He could do nothing else as he stood there watching and waiting for Edge to finally join him.
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Edge made his way quietly into the room he was to share with Bono. He had been held up in Portland in a layover that seemed to take longer than really seemed necessary. He had hoped to make it in time, as he knew Bono would be frantic and nervous.
Setting his bags down, he smiled. Bono had fallen asleep, whiskey in hand, apparently waiting for him. Crossing the room, Edge placed a hand in Bono’s hair caressing lightly.
Bono woke up suddenly and blinked owlishly at Edge. “Reg? You made it?” he asked drowsily.
“Yes, B, I made it. My flight got hung up.”
Bono stood up and launched himself at Edge, hugging him tightly. “God, Edge, I thought…”
“Shh…I know. It’s okay…I’m here now,” Edge whispered in Bono’s ear, rubbing his back.
Bono kissed him on the mouth. “Never…”
“No, never. I’m where I belong…with you.” Edge murmured back
Bono pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Time for a new beginning?”
“It’s New Year’s Day. That’s what I promised…”
Bono hugged him again. And, he was looking forward to what tomorrow would bring.
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u2opia
Author: Calliopea
Pairing: Bono/Edge
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Mild violence
Disclaimer: This story only exists in the dark, twisted recesses of my mind.
A/N: This is my very first slash attempt. After reading so much of it, I decided to try to write some of it. I tried to keep them somewhat in personality from what I’ve been able to gather. For the rest of it, I resorted to creative liberty. This isn’t set in any particular time frame. But, I did give Bono one feature I truly miss: the JT hair. Anyway, I hope y’all like it.
Special Thanks:
molly_uk for the beta and the suggestions. It helped a lot and meant even more. I owe you muchly :)Extra Special Thanks: Goes to: Britney for helping me with some of technical aspects and for tolerating my whining whenever I got stuck; Julio for listening to me whine about the plot bunnies ganging up on me and for announcing that I write slash to a room full of people *eg*; and
lovedstrangely for being all around awesome person and for her suggestions as well.New Year’s Day, he’d said. New Year’s Day.
That was when he’d said that they could finally be together. No more lies, hiding, or anything else. Just them and nothing else.
Ah, but Reg, did you really think it would be that simple? he wondered.
Bono turned from the window where he’d been standing. It had snowed—quite heavily—the night before. The sun was shining now, making the snow appear as spun crystals, twinkling in the sunlight.
Perfect time for a fresh start, he thought, walking across the room to the table. He poured himself some vodka and tossed it back in one gulp, letting the clear liquid burn his throat as it went down.
Feeling drained, he remembered when it was that he’d realized that he felt that way about Edge. Before, he’d never considered it. He was perfectly happy with his Rock God status and the following of female fans he had. He’d never even thought about any other possibilities until that night.
They had flown to the Pacific Northwest to scout out locations for the new video. And, that part of the country being that part of the country, it was raining. It had been forecasted to go on for days. And, it was one of those storms that made visibility a joke. It was one of those nights you stayed in and enjoyed it. Or tried to anyway.
He and Edge had been stranded at that motel in the middle of nowhere. It was late and Edge had stated that he didn’t feel comfortable driving in the downpour and had refused to even consider letting Bono get behind the wheel. And, to make matters worse, they ended up having to share a room as it had been the only one available.
“I’d really like to live to see tomorrow,” he’d joked, poking fun at Bono’s notoriously bad driving skills.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Bono had pouted. “C’mon, it will be fun!” Bono grabbed his hand and tried, unsuccessfully, to drag Edge out the door.
“Bono, lad, there is a time and place for everything. This is not the time nor the place,” Edge had countered, refusing to be budged.
Bono let him go and stalked off, presumably to sulk.
Ten minutes later, Edge came trudging back into the room, rain dripping off him. He had a rain splattered box of…something in his hands. Smiling in Bono’s direction, he dropped it on the bed.
“Bono, mate, cheer up. Just because it’s raining doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun!” he’d said.
Bono scowled in his direction, refusing to look at him.
“Bono!” Edge shouted, to get his attention.
“What?” Bono shouted back, glaring at him. “I’m in the same room. Not a different country, for crying out loud!”
“Fine,” Edge said, cheerfully. “Now that we have that established, come look at what I brought.”
Bono got out of the chair and walked to the bed. Cautiously, he peered over the edge of the box. It was…No, it couldn’t be….where had he found… “Alcohol?” he asked dubiously, frowning at Edge.
It was a virtual treasure trove of spirits. “Rum, vodka, tequila, and triple-sec,” he said, reading off the labels of the bottles in turn. He looked at the guitarist in disbelief. “Not Long Island ice tea again,” he groaned, clutching at his stomach, remembering the last time that they’d been that adventurous.
“But, of course. I thought we could see who could drink who under the table,” Edge smiled mischievously.
“But, where did you get the…?” Bono asked, pointing at the box.
“Booze?” The Edge asked. “Have you forgotten that there is, in fact, a liquor store across the street?”
Bono picked up the box and walked it over to the only table in the room. Silently, he grabbed all the bottles and set them on the table, along with two glasses that had been in the box as well. Placing the box on the floor, he plopped down in the chair.
The Edge came over and sat in chair next to him, grabbed the vodka and started pouring it into the glasses. Bono watched him as he grabbed each of the bottles in turn, and poured them out as well. Finally done, Edge pushed a glass in front of Bono.
Still scowling, Bono picked up a glass and considered it, swirling the contents. Raising the glass to his mouth, he then drank some of it, lightly coughing at the strength of the drink. “Uhhh,” he groaned, looking thoughtfully at his glass. “So it begins.”
“What begins, mate?” Edge asked, drinking all his in one swallow.
“The inevitable hangover and praying to the porcelain god. This stuff is gonna kill me, I swear,” he griped before swallowing what still remained in the glass.
Two hours later, they were still drinking. They had both decided to forget about Long Island iced teas and had moved on to drinking rum shots. The rum had burned going down the throat but it created a pleasant warmth as it hit the stomach.
“Ah, Reg,” Bono slurred. “One dead soldier. Time to bury it, I guess,” he said, holding up the now empty bottle of rum. He got out of the chair and stumbled across the room to place the bottle in the trash. That done, he stumbled back toward Edge, but instead of sitting in the chair again, he plopped down on the bed.
“Bono, what are you doing? We’re having a drinking contest, remember? Time to hit the tequila!” Edge slurred, brandishing the tequila like a prize.
Bono lay back on the bed, waving his hands at Edge. “Uhh….no, no more. I promise to never drink this much again if the room will please stop spinning.”
The Edge stumbled over to join him on the bed, smacking at his ankle as he sat down. “Bono, mate, you say that every time you get drunk. Can’t you think of anything else?”
“Tosser,” he mumbled and rolled onto his stomach.
“Wanker,” Edge shot back, laughing.
Bono groaned. “Wanker? Who are you calling a wanker?”
Edge tried to look innocent as he fell over. “Wanker? Who called you a wanker? Are you hearing things? I didn’t say anything. Really,” he said, sitting back up.
“Reg, you’re a horrible liar.”
“Hey! I am not!”
“If the shoe fits…”
“Seriously, B, do you really need to resort to grammar school retorts to make your point?” Edge asked.
“Okay, then, shut up. I’m trying to get some sleep!”
“Mind if I join you?” Edge asked.
Bono rolled his eyes. “There’s only one bed in the room,” he said, stating the obvious. “Make your self at home,” he said, patting the empty space next to him.
Just before he dropped off into an alcohol induced slumber, he felt Edge making himself comfortable next to him. He wasn’t aware of much else after that.
Suddenly, Bono woke up. Even now, he couldn’t honestly say what had woken him up. His dreams had been the strange alcohol-induced variety and he attempted to shake his head to clear it.
The only problem was that he couldn’t move; he was lying on his side in spoon position. Nothing strange there. The strange part was that Edge had snuggled up behind him, arm slung across his waist, and leg draped over his, snoring softly.
Needing to go visit the bathroom, he tried to get up without waking Edge. Every attempt Bono made, Edge only tightened his grip on him. Still feeling wasted; Bono gave up and dropped back into sleep.
Soft moaning woke him this time. Deep, yet, at the same time, quiet moans. And, this time, Bono slowly became aware of Edge nuzzling the back of his neck and one of his hands rubbing at his stomach. It was then he became aware of something else: Edge pressed snuggly against his lower back.
Turning back, expecting to find Edge asleep and possibly dreaming, he instead discovered that not only was he not dreaming, but he was wide awake. He blinked at Bono in the darkness, light from the windows reflecting in his eyes.
“Reg…? What are you…?” Bono asked, feeling surprised.
“Shhh…” Edge said, putting a hand on singer’s face and rubbing at his cheek. “Don’t talk…don’t spoil it…just…let it happen.”
“But, Reg…” he protested.
“No, Bono. No questions. Don’t think about it…just…feel it.”
Bono felt thoroughly confused. Since when did Edge…?
Bono then felt both of Edge’s hands on either side of his face, and then Edge’s mouth on his. He was hesitant, lightly touching his lips with his. Then, he grew bolder, sighed quietly, opened his mouth, and with his tongue traced the seam of Bono’s lips. Bono slowly opened his mouth in response and felt Edge’s tongue invading his mouth, tasting him.
All formed thoughts had left his head at that point. It all seemed to come from a hazy, drunken dream. Edge was kissing him and he liked it. Not only did he like it, it felt really good.
Leaving his mouth, Edge kissed Bono’s chin, leaving a trail of kisses down the column of his throat. Bono gasped as he felt him lightly sucking on the skin of his neck. Continuing downward, Edge kissed along his collar bone then back up his neck to his jaw and across to his ear. Bono shivered as Edge blew on the lobe, then lightly sucked on it.
With one hand, Edge put his hand underneath Bono’s shirt to rub at his bare stomach, fingers trailing through the hair that grew there. Bono moaned softly as Edge’s fingers brushed over the buckle of his belt, and started undo it.
Eyes flying open, Bono grabbed at Edge’s hands. “No,” he wheezed, “no.”
“Bono, it’s okay. Really…” Edge said softly in his ear, as he continued to undo Bono’s belt and pants, Bono’s hands still hanging on. “Let me…”
Pants undone and hands diving in, Edge had lightly wrapped his hand around Bono’s length. Bono gave up and tried to enjoy what Edge was doing. Pushing Bono’s pants down his hips and then sitting up to remove them, Edge pulled his own shirt over his head, and stood up to let his pants pool around his feet.
Going back to Bono on the bed, he whispered, “Sit up, B. Let me finish undressing you…”
Bono sat up and felt his t-shirt being pulled over his head. He felt Edge’s mouth on his again. Wrapping his arms around him, he started to slowly rub himself against Edge’s hip. Edge gently placed his hands on Bono’s hips to stop him.
“No,” Bono said, breathing heavily, “give me…”
Edge’s hands were moving down his abdomen again. He gasped when he felt Edge wrap his hand around him again, slowly starting to move up and down and twisting.
As he and Edge continued to feverishly kiss at each other’s mouth, Bono placed his hands on Edge’s shoulders, gripping tightly. Edge then trailed his lips back down Bono’s neck to the place to where his neck and shoulder met. Opening his mouth, he lightly bit down on Bono’s neck.
That bite was what ended up sending Bono over the edge in a furious climax that he would still swear had completely short-circuited his body. Moaning harshly, he tightened his grip on Edge’s shoulders as he felt himself shudder and convulse into Edge’s hands.
Bono came back to himself, to see Edge smiling widely at him, rubbing at his lower abdomen with a towel. Bono, himself, was still naked, while Edge had thrown on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
He watched Edge pad across the floor to put the towel in the bathroom. He grabbed the two glasses off the table along with the tequila from earlier. He sat down on the bed next to Bono and poured tequila into both the glasses. Wordlessly, he took one into his hands and passed the other to Bono.
“Here’s to rainstorms,” he said solemnly, raising it to Bono and then drank it all.
Bono drank all the tequila in the glass and filled it back up. He drank all of that, too. He started to fill the glass a third time when Edge stopped him.
“Dave…?” he asked, finally meeting Edge’s gaze.
All he’d done was, really, say his name. But in that single syllable was everything: all the confusion and questions that he couldn’t quite bring himself to voice.
Edge had looked at him thoughtfully, eased the still empty glass out of his grip, and set it on the night table next to the bed. Glancing back at Bono, he could see the tears welling in his eyes. One spilled over his lower lash line to leave a track down his cheek. Edge reached up to brush it away, only have Bono sweep his hand aside, turn away from him on the bed, and cry silently.
Edge placed his hand on Bono’s head; softly stroking his hair in what he had hoped was a comforting gesture.
“This wasn’t what I wanted. This was an….,” Bono began.
“Ah, don’t say it, B,” Edge said pleadingly.
“Accident,” Bono finished, ignoring that Edge had even spoken..
“Then why…?” Edge asked.
Bono sat up suddenly and stalked across the room to where his clothes were. He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of pj bottoms. Looking back at Edge, he felt a sudden rush of anger bubbling up to the surface. “Why? Why, you ask? Maybe I should ask you the same question!” he yelled, pointing at Edge.
“What the hell does that mean? You were into it, too! You were to one who begged me to continue. You were hardly helpless, Bono! If you were that fucking bothered by it, you should have kicked me out!” Edge hissed.
Bono gaped at him. “I begged you? What the fuck are you talking about? I did no such thing!”
Edge smiled at Bono without humor. “ ‘Give me…’ Does that ring a bell?”
“You son of a…” In a flash, Bono crossed the room and started to punch Edge in the face. At the last second, he opened his fist and struck Edge’s cheekbone, as the tendons in his wrist connected with the bone. Edge’s neck snapped back with the impact and he looked down a moment as Bono felt his legs freeze in place
Edge popped his neck slowly, raised his head, and shifted his eyes upward. His face twisted into the same humorless grin, his hazel eyes shining in the lamplight meeting Bono’s.
He stated rather than asking, “Feel better, B?” Edge rose slowly from the bed “If you’re so angry why did you open your fist? You can’t hate me that much, now can you?”
He popped his neck again and braced himself as Bono reached back to punch him again. Edge rolled his eyes and stepped to the side, grabbing a hold of Bono’s wrist and folding it along his back, pushing upwards until Bono’s eyes rolled upwards and a small whine escaped his mouth.
“Cool it, Bono. I know you really don’t want me to return a blow,” he growled in his ear making a point to brush his lips along the flesh. Edge yanked on Bono’s long hair, pulling his body prostrate. Smirking at the wild look in those clear blue eyes, he planted a gentle kiss on Bono’s temple. Pulling him back had given him “ leave” to enjoy himself, justifying at least for Bono that he could.
Bono whimpered and drove his foot down on Edge’s foot.
“Such a hysterical little bitch, aren’t we?” Edge sneered and whispered “I’m not holding your hair that firmly. You know that you could stand up at any time, Paul. Why aren’t you?” Edge let his hair go with a grandiose gesture.
Bono collapsed to his knees, laid his head on the bed, and began to sob loudly. “Damn you, Dave!” He silently fumbled for the pack of cigarettes on the night table. The first match failed and Bono swore a blue streak before Edge offered a light from his Zippo. Bono accepted the light, scooted atop the bed, and then moved as far as he could physically from Edge.
Chewing his lip fiercely, he glared through the clouds of smoke as he tucked his knees up and wrapped his arms around himself to rest on his shins. Blue fire shone in his eyes and he genuinely could see himself putting the cigarette out on Edge’s face, if he dared approach him. Puffing deeply on the cigarette had soothed his trembling hand.
Bono felt his teeth break the skin of his lip and the blood flowing into his mouth but he still continued to chew, the pain giving him something to focus on other than the confusion coursing through him.
Edge sat in the chair next to the bed, smirking and propping his legs up on the arm. Reclining quietly, he examined his nails.
Bono felt the anger bubbling to the surface again. So arrogant sitting there…those legs of his so well muscled… he thought. He fixed a glare on Edge again. He was extremely angry again, he wanted to hurt him as he felt the muscles stiffen in his arms.
Edge noticed the glare, pursed his lips, and kissed the air. Bono felt himself fly off the bed. He was there again, in front of Edge, slapping him repeatedly until he dove out of the chair. Bono felt Edge take his legs out from underneath him and he hit the floor.
The impact of his head on the hard floor dazed him and he felt the first slap, reeling from it. He shook his head, but they didn’t stop. Tears flooded to his eyes as he raised his arms up in defense only to find them pinned above his head. Edge hovered above him, hazel eyes ablaze again and Bono felt himself tremble. He couldn’t be sure if it was from the look on Edge’s face or the fact of where he now sat underneath him.
“That’s got to hurt, Paul,” Edge said softly, kissing him. He gently licked the blood off the bite mark on Bono’s lip.
Bono began to thrash beneath him, snapping his teeth firmly on Edge’s chin with a growl. “Get the hell off of me, David!” Bono screamed his voice sharp as he tucked his feet in Edge’s chest throwing him off, and raising to his feet quickly.
“I’ve had enough of your histrionics, Paul,” Edge hissed, stalking him.
Bono’s eyes widened as Edge slammed him into the wall and kissed him painfully hard, his fingers pressed bitingly hard into his shoulders, as the taller man kept him pressed into the wall. Slowly Bono’s lips warmed up to Edges mouth and he returned the kiss slowly, whimpering as he felt Edge’s tongue trace along his cheekbone.
Suddenly Edge’s voice was low and seductive in his ear. Bono trembled at his breath or perhaps it was the words “Now couldn’t we have skipped the hysterics, Paul?”
Bono turned his head sharply to glare back at Edge.
“You know, this is getting very tiresome, B.” Edge sighed; taking Bono’s chin into his hand, still keeping him lodged against the wall. He began to brutally kiss him on the mouth, assaulting him with his teeth and tongue.
Bono moaned softly and brought his hands up to tangle in Edge’s hair, returning the kiss with the same brutality. Edge then left his mouth to kiss along his jaw, up to his ear while he released Bono and ran his hands down Bono’s chest and stomach. Grabbing the edge of Bono’s t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Trailing his fingers down his abdomen, Edge hooked his fingers in the waistband of Bono’s pj bottoms and untied them, letting them fall to the floor.
Edge looked up into Bono’s eyes and found them burning back at him. Edge placed his hands back on Bono’s shoulders and lightly massaged them, trying to help him relax. Bono suddenly sagged against the wall and looked at Edge, his expression unreadable.
Edge took Bono’s chin in his hand and gently kissed him on the mouth again, as Bono opened his mouth, moaning softly into Edge’s mouth. Bono slowly unclenched his hands, bringing them up from his sides, to rest on Edge’s shoulders. One hand snaked into Edge’s hair and the other painfully bit into the shoulder it rested on.
Suddenly, Bono bit down on Edge’s tongue and pushed him away from him, into the bed behind them. Glaring at him he asked, “Why in the hell do you keep trying to seduce me? I’ve made it more than clear that I’m not interested!”
Edge looked up from where he landed on the bed. Without hesitation he retorted, “Why in the hell do you keep responding and then push me away?” Edge got up and stalked back over to where Bono was standing. “And, the other thing, if this is so repulsive to you then why are you so excited by it?” Edge asked, taking Bono in his hand and squeezing hard.
Bono slumped back against the wall and moaned quietly. Edge grinned at his friend’s reaction and continued to move his hand slowly, Bono’s hips bucking and twisting gently. Edge looked at his face, seeing a nice red suffusion there down to the collarbone.
Bono brought his hands up to Edge’s shoulders and pushed them back as if trying to push Edge away. Suddenly, his shaking hands fell back to his sides only to meet with the wall behind him, fingertips curling into clenched fists, his hips thrusting out into Edge’s hand. Edge looked into Bono’s passion-filled eyes, removed his hand, and stepped back away from a whimpering and confused Bono. “Still not interested?” Edge sneered at Bono’s obvious discomfort.
Bono looked into Edge’s eyes and then looked away, not able to answer. He was painfully that his body would automatically contradict anything he said. Looking back at Edge, panting, he said one word: “Don’t?” He reached out to grab Edge to bring him back towards him.
Edge closed the space between them and gave him a heartfelt hug. Lightly, his lips brushed Bono’s neck, sending shivers down his body. Pushing Bono back firmly against the wall, Edge kissed his way down Bono’s body, until he was even with Bono’s hips. Resting his hands, Edge took Bono into his mouth. Bono groaned harshly and wrapped Edge’s hair around his fingers, pulling firmly on the strands.
Edge kept his mouth on Bono, slowly moving back and forth, letting Bono feel his teeth and tongue. Inhaling sharply, Bono’s groans grew in intensity as the tension was building his in body. He began to slide down the wall as his knees buckled out from underneath him. Edge pulled away despite Bono’s protestations to allow him to sink to the floor.
After letting Bono become more comfortable, Edge took him back into his mouth again, wrapping his hands around the base, fingers brushing the curls of hair that grew there. Bono’s head tipped back against the wall, legs stretched out on either side of Edge.
“Reg….Edge….Ah….Edge…Ah…Ah…Ah…Edge…,” Bono moaned mindlessly, losing himself in the moment. Suddenly, Bono’s hips jerked upwards into Edge’s mouth, breaching his throat. His fists clenched as his head fell back, his features going taut as a scream spilled from his lips. Edge pulled back slightly to remove Bono from his throat, as the fluids spilled into his mouth. Continuing to milk Bono, Edge swallowed the fluids building in his mouth.
As Bono quieted down, Edge ran his hands around Bono’s hips and legs to help calm him. After he had quieted down further, Edge removed Bono from his mouth and lightly kissed his hip. Neither one really felt like saying anything.
After awhile, Edge looked up at Bono to find him slumped uncomfortably against the wall behind him, asleep. Using Bono’s thigh as a pillow, Edge laid his head in Bono’s lap, stroking the skin until he, too, fell asleep.
Bono slowly woke up the next morning. He was lying in the bed, sheets tangled around his legs, making it impossible to move. Looking about the room, he saw all the evidence of the heavy drinking he and Edge had done the night before. Glancing toward the windows, he saw Edge standing there in the shadows watching the rain hit the glass in front of him. The room was suddenly filled with light as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
Very carefully, Bono sat up in the bed, leaning back against the headboard. His head felt as if someone with a sledgehammer was trying to get out—from the inside. Licking his lips, his mouth felt dry as cotton. Letting his head roll back against the headboard, he moaned quietly.
Edge turned from the window and looked back at Bono. His arms were crossed over his chest as if trying to hug himself. “Good morning, B,” he murmured.
“Uhh…” Bono groaned, holding one hand up and using the other to rub at his temples.
Edge walked toward the bed and sat down. Affectionately, he rubbed Bono’s knee. “Do you want me to get you some coffee?” he asked, quietly.
“Uh huh,” Bono nodded. It seemed that the longer he sat up and the more he tried to communicate, the more his head hurt, the more nauseated he felt.
“Okay. Why don’t you lie back down then? I’ll be back in a bit,” Edge suggested, standing up.
Bono looked at him through slits for eyes and then lay back down on the bed. Edge watched as Bono turned onto his side in the spoon position. Edge watched him for a few minutes more and then turned to go to the diner a block away to get the much-needed coffee for both of them.
Twenty minutes later, Edge came tromping noisily back into the room, carrying coffee and muffins. He had figured after all the alcohol from the night before they could probably use something solid in their stomachs as well.
Walking into the room and setting breakfast down on the table, Edge was surprised to see that the bed was empty. Thinking that Bono had to answer the call of nature, he walked back toward the bathroom, only to find it dark and empty.
Trying to figure out where Bono had gone, Edge suddenly heard a car start. Looking about, he realized that he didn’t see the keys to the rental anywhere. “Damn! Tell me that the idiot….!” Edge griped as he ran out the door.
Edge got back outside just in time to see Bono driving off. Or attempting to, anyway. The rain was still coming down in torrents and Edge seriously doubted that Bono could see that well out the windows.
“Paul, you stupid arse!” Edge yelled in the direction of the car
Bono hastily glanced at Edge, as if to inquire where the noise was coming from. In that split second, he hit the wet pavement and hydroplaned, landing in the five foot deep ditch off to the side.
Feeling stunned from the skid and then the impact, Bono sat there, both hands on the wheel, face drained of all color. He was still sitting there when Edge ran up to the driver’s side, opened the door, and unceremoniously yanked him out of the car by his hair.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Edge yelled at him.
Bono sagged against the back door of the rental and glared back at him, rain pelting both of them. “Get away from me!” He yelled back, reaching back to land a solid right hook on Edge’s jaw.
Edge reached up to touch his jaw where the blow had just been struck. “Now, Paul, was that really necessary?” he sneered.
Bono glowered back at him.
“C’mon, let’s go back to the room and see about getting a tow truck. I brought back coffee and some muffins. We can talk, ok?” Edge said, offering Bono a hand.
Bono refused to take the hand that was offered him while Edge eyed him coolly. “Suit yourself,” he said, turning around to head back to the room.
Bono reluctantly followed him, feeling the anger bubble up to the surface again. He launched himself at Edge’s back, tackling him from behind. Rolling Edge onto his back in the mud and water, Bono straddled him, pining Edge’s hands underneath his knees. Grasping Edge’s shirt with one hand, Bono used the other to repeatedly punch him in the face.
“Why, Dave? Why?” He cried, still continuing to punch Edge. “Do you have any idea how betrayed I feel? I thought you were my friend. We were mates in school. I felt bloody safe around you. Instead, you turned into a fucking poof! Why?”
Edge squirmed beneath Bono trying unsuccessfully to dodge the blows. Finally, he brought a leg up suddenly behind Bono and knocked him off balance, sending him flying into the mud. Edge slowly sat up, trying to get his bearings.
As Bono launched himself Edge again, Edge dodged the tackle and landed a solid punch in Bono’s nose. Edge launched himself at Bono and landed on his back. Forcing Bono to lie flat on his stomach, Edge straddled his hips and wrapped an arm around Bono’s neck, using the other hand to wrap it painfully in Bono’s hair.
Leaning forward, Edge growled in Bono’s ear: “I suggest you calm the fuck down, Paul! This is not solving anything!”
Bono still continued to struggle in Edge’s grasp. “I didn’t want you, I didn’t want this!” he gasped. “I never…I got carried away.”
“What did you want, then?” Edge asked, still keeping a firm hold on him.
“I don’t know. Just not this!”
“Funny you should say that, B. It was your decision…both times.”
“No…no…it was an accident!” Bono sputtered.
“An accident?” Edge sneered. “An accident? I saw you and I heard you; that was no accident!”
Edge released his hold on Bono’s hair and unwound the arm from around his neck. Still wary, Edge still continued to sit on Bono.
Bono stopped fighting, buried his face in his hands, and cried in great heaving sobs. Edge got up from where he was sitting and sat at Bono’s head, pulling his upper body into his lap. Trying to comfort him, Edge moved the hair out of Bono’s face. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “There’s nothing wrong with two people being attracted to one another.”
They both sat in the mud as the rain continued to pelt them, showing no signs of letting up. Both were quiet as Bono cried himself out.
As Bono quieted down, the warmth of the adrenaline rush left him and he shivered in the rain. Edge pulled him closer and suddenly he slipped from his grasp. The next thing Edge knew was Bono undoing his trousers
“No, Paul,” he hissed, “We’re outs…,” a moan cutting off his protest as he felt Bono’s mouth on him.
He moved quickly, clumsily and Edge carefully schooled him, pacing him with his hands and gentle suggestions until they found a rhythm with each other. Edge lost focus when Bono’s tongue found the underside of his length.
Edge laid back, rasping moans and groaning as Bono looked up to see if he was okay. Pushing Bono’s head back down, he said, “That…keep doi…”
Bono’s tongue found the tender spot again and he curled his tongue, flicking the hard point. Edge cried out as his hips raised from the ground, hands digging into the mud as Bono choked on the unexpected thrust. Bono withdrew his mouth as Edge climaxed, panting.
Sitting up, Edge wrapped his arms around Bono. Bono’s eyes were sharp and clear, the rain soaked eyelashes framing the wonderful blue. His eyes seemed further enhanced by this trick.
Edge reached out for him again but before he could embrace him, Bono popped up.
“I’m freezin’,” he shivered. “We need to go in,” he said, hugging himself in an attempt to ward off the chill.
Edge looked him over. “Yeah, we should get out of these clothes.”
They both stood up, brushed off as much of the grime sticking to their skin and hair as possible, and slowly walked back to the room.
Opening the door, Edge entered silently, Bono not too far behind. Glancing down, they both frowned as they saw how much mud and water they had both tracked in.
“Well,” Edge began slowly, pulling his shirt over his head to drop it in a sodden heap at his feet, “I guess that will teach us to wrestle in the mud.” He shot a mischievous grin in Bono’s direction.
Bono’s mouth quirked in a semblance of a smile. It wasn’t smile, really, nor, was it a frown. It was, if possible, a cross between the two.
Edge walked into the bathroom to grab towels for them both, wiping his face as he walked back to where Bono was currently rummaging through his clothes in an attempt to find something dry to wear.
“Hey, B, heads up,” Edge called softly, waiting for Bono to face him. As Bono turned, Edge tossed a towel at him.
“Uh, thanks, Reg,” he said, catching. Holding it in both hands, he wiped at his face and hair, trying to soak up most of the water. Feeling that he had soaked up most of the moisture, he lowered the towel to find Edge standing right in front of him.
Edge slowly reached a hand out to cup Bono’s face, his thumb smoothing over the cheek. Bono stood motionless looking back at Edge, curious.
“Edge, what…?” Bono frowned.
“Shh…” Edge then placed his other hand on the other side of Bono’s face and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the mouth. Edge trailed one hand down Bono’s face to his neck as he started to whimper in protest.
Edge broke the kiss and ran a hand down Bono’s arm, grabbed his hand, and led him to the bed. Sitting Bono down, Edge leaned in and kissed him again, lowering him to a laying position on the bed.
Edge lowered himself onto Bono, kissing his mouth and neck, fingers running through that long hair of his. Bono slowly began to respond, his hands reaching up to cup Edge’s shoulders, back, whatever he could reach.
Pulling back suddenly, Edge grabbed Bono’s hands and pulled him into a sitting position. He reached down and pulled Bono’s shirt over his head, leaving him bare chested. Tossing the shirt across the room, he turned back to Bono and smiled in the dim light. Reaching down, Edge pulled at the buttons on Bono’s pants.
“B, I need you…” Edge began.
Bono got off the bed and stood up, letting his pants fall to the floor. He then sat back down on the bed. Looking at Edge, he saw that Edge was smiling at him still.
Bono shivered in response. Reaching out, he grabbed Edge and embraced him, hanging onto him as if he was a lifeline. Edge returned the embrace and lightly brushed his lips across Bono’s temple.
Edge lowered them back to where they were lying down, side by side, facing each other. He tried to smile reassuringly at Bono, while his hand trailed down his side and around to his buttocks. Edge coated one finger with saliva before gently pushing inside of Bono’s ass. Bono squirmed while Edge carefully pushed his finger in farther. Bono groaned an objection as Edge made to insert the other finger.
“Hurts, Reg,” he said quietly.
Picking up lotion from the welcome basket, Edge coated his fingers with the lotion then quickly inserted both fingers before Bono had time to object. He found a spot that made Bono exhale sharply and he worked his fingers against the small lump. Bono’s eyes became half lidded as Edge continued to quietly studying, and enjoying Bono’s little moans and groans, he pressed his fingers in harder.
He carefully added in one last finger, moving slower now. He was careful not to hurt; he only wanted to get him used to the contact. Finding the small sensitive bud again, Edge curled his fingers across it, causing Bono to bury his head into the pillow and moan, digging his fingertips into the bed sheets.
Removing his hand, Edge slowly rolled Bono onto his stomach and sprinkled kisses around his shoulders. Running his nails down Bono’s back, he smiled as Bono squirmed from the contact. He placed his hands on Bono’s hips and lightly pushed him into the bed, still continuing to press his lips around the shoulder area.
Bono moaned quietly in response to Edge’s attentions, fisting his hands in the bed sheets beneath the pillows, his hips moving jerkily. “Ah…” he moaned.
As Bono protested, Edge quickly stood up, and hastily removed his pants as well. Running his fingertips up Bono’s legs, Edge straddled him, one knee on either side. Edge placed himself just outside Bono and slowly moved forward, to Bono’s sharp intake of breath.
Leaning forward, Edge lightly kissed Bono’s ear, “Shhh…It’s all right,” he crooned softly. “Easy now.”
Bono felt Edge slowly enter him and shivered at the kiss placed on his ear. He felt as if he was being stretched apart. His hands curled and uncurled themselves into fists.
Edge slowly moved forward inch by inch, letting Bono get used to him. Finally reaching the base, he carefully thrust his hips forward, attempting not to hurt Bono in the process. Still leaning forward, Edge placed his hands on either side of Bono’s ribcage.
Still thrusting forward, Edge smiled when he felt Bono raising his hips in a backward thrust in an attempt to meet him, his moans quietly building in intensity. Leaning forward farther, Edge began to lightly kiss Bono’s cheek and ear, hearing him gasp as he drew the lobe into his mouth to lightly suck on it.
Edge still continued to move slowly, concerned that what he was doing may hurt. Bono still kept moaning, but they were slowly tapering off, just as Edge felt his body shuddering into Bono. As he thrust forward one more time, he felt the last of the shudders course through him.
He groaned quietly in Bono’s ear as he collapsed forward onto Bono’s back. Bringing his hands up and under Bono’s chest to wrap around him in a hug. From underneath, Bono turned his head and kissed Edge on the mouth, opening his mouth when he felt Edge returning it.
As they kissed, Edge could feel himself going flaccid. Still not removing his arms from around Bono’s midsection, he carefully pulled himself out and rolled them onto their side to where they were spooning. Edge gathered Bono close to him, running his hand through his hair while kissing his neck, ear, and shoulder.
They soon fell asleep, desperately hanging onto one another.
The storm had continued for two more days after that. Two days that had left them stuck there. Two days that had made it impossible to retrieve the rental out of the ditch. It was during those two days that Bono and Edge had discovered themselves in each other. It had taken a lot of talking, but Bono finally understood Edge. Those two days had passed in a blur of sex then finally lovemaking; Bono finally realized that he’d felt the same and had long since stopped fighting it.
Now, three months later, it was all he could think of: when they had become lovers. Well, more than lovers…everything. It made Bono long for more. They hadn’t been able to be together since then, but the touch, kisses, and hugs of stolen moments had been everything.
Glancing at the clock, Bono saw that it was now 7 p.m., and Edge still had yet to show. They had made arrangements to meet here, where it had all started. Bono flying in from New York and Edge coming in from L.A.
I’ll be there as soon as I can, he’d said, sneaking a quick peck on Bono’s cheek. New Year’s Day, I promise.
In his anxiety, Bono had refused to participate in the festivities going on around him. Apparently, this small town had quite the celebration in honor of the new year unfolding. All he had wanted was Edge.
Still standing at the table, Bono sighed heavily and walked back to the window. He could do nothing else as he stood there watching and waiting for Edge to finally join him.
Edge made his way quietly into the room he was to share with Bono. He had been held up in Portland in a layover that seemed to take longer than really seemed necessary. He had hoped to make it in time, as he knew Bono would be frantic and nervous.
Setting his bags down, he smiled. Bono had fallen asleep, whiskey in hand, apparently waiting for him. Crossing the room, Edge placed a hand in Bono’s hair caressing lightly.
Bono woke up suddenly and blinked owlishly at Edge. “Reg? You made it?” he asked drowsily.
“Yes, B, I made it. My flight got hung up.”
Bono stood up and launched himself at Edge, hugging him tightly. “God, Edge, I thought…”
“Shh…I know. It’s okay…I’m here now,” Edge whispered in Bono’s ear, rubbing his back.
Bono kissed him on the mouth. “Never…”
“No, never. I’m where I belong…with you.” Edge murmured back
Bono pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Time for a new beginning?”
“It’s New Year’s Day. That’s what I promised…”
Bono hugged him again. And, he was looking forward to what tomorrow would bring.
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