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Normally, Luca wasn’t the biggest fan of his roommates house parties. While Mike would rather be out entertaining guests he’d much rather be in his room reading up on whatever pointless rabbit hole he’d recently found himself in. And that suited him perfectly fine.
Normally. But he could make exceptions. Especially when it involved bringing a particularly gorgeous man up to his room.
He had his hands on his hips to keep him steady, as their shared breaths filled the room. Said man was quite the stunner, someone he’d usually consider to be out of his league. A round face with soft features, plump lips panting for air with his eyes sealed shut. Had an attitude from what he could tell, slapped his hands away when he was getting a bit too lost in his curves.
His long curly hair bounced with his movements and his thighs held his weight as he rode him, showing obvious experience. By all definition of the word, beautiful. Luca couldn’t help but watch. It was a hot summer night, leaving Luca’s oversized shirt glued to his skin with sweat. A fan running on his bedside table tried pathetically to cool them, it’s unsuccessful attempts barely even being heard over the squeaking of the mattress.
He didn’t want to complain. He really didn’t. He hadn’t been with anyone that had left him writhing in his own sheets before, it wasn’t even a competition. And getting to stare at such a pretty face wasn’t half bad either.
Calling himself thankful felt like an understatement, he should be grovelling at his feet.
But.
If it all kept going the way it was, this was likely going to be the most awkward hookup he’d ever had.
Luca didn’t fare well with silence, which was definitely what he was receiving. Not completely, of course. The buzz from downstairs was still audible, and the sound of skin on skin should have been enough.
It was just how quiet this guy was. He definitely wasn’t the sort to put on a show, hardly even giving him any noises to fantasize back on in the future.
Was he even satisfied with him? If he spoke up about it they could work something out, instead of just expecting him to mind read.
...Not to mention it was making him a little insecure. But whatever.
Luckily, if there was one thing Luca could do, it’s strike up a conversation. But could he continue it? Yeah. For the most part. Anyway.
“So,” he broke the deafening silence, sucking in a gasp to catch his breath. “Hey. Whatcha name.”
Those thickly lashed eyes snapped open, that bright blue gaze that he’d caught across the room not long ago staring back down at him.
“What?”
God, his voice was a treat. Just as soft and arrogant as the rest of him. Shame he wasn’t the noisy type.
“Oh, you’re still awake! I asked what your name is.”
“...why.”
He still kept his pace steady, even while talking. It was impressive, Luca was already out of breath. And he was hardly even doing anything.
“Am I- hah- wrong for wanting to know the name of the person I’m hooking up with? This isn’t a- hm- background check.”
He let himself fall back into his pillow, not quite having it in him to feel embarrassed. He angled his hips up, hoping the slight change of position would coax some sort of reaction out of him. Hopefully that twitch of his eye was the reaction he was chasing, and not just out of annoyance.
“It’s Edgar.”
“What?”
“My name. It’s Edgar.”
Luca couldn’t help the immediate laugh that he let out, far too loud for him to pretend otherwise.
“I’m sorry?” The man- Edgar, apparently- scowled down at him. “Do you have a problem with my name?”
“No-no! I-“ Luca waved his hands around pathetically. “I just... you’re not joking?”
In hindsight, yeah. Not the right thing to have said.
Edgar stopped his movement, glaring at him like he’d insulted his whole family legacy. “Elaborate.”
“I just- just...” Luca stammered, swatting his hand like he was batting a fly. “Well... you know, it’s not the sort of name you’d..? It sounds like a sickly Victorian chimney sweep, or- or an old lady’s cat.”
He was practically glaring daggers now. Great work dumbass, you fucked it all up again.
“If that’s all you have to say...”
“No- no-! I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” Luca practically begged. “It’s a pretty name, really it’s just... not something I’d expect to hear at a shitty collage party?”
To his immense relief, Edgar seemed to accept his... apology? His pleads? Continuing his well practiced motion. He wasn’t as settled this time, now keeping his eyes open and lips in a scowl.
Luca gave him an apologetic smile, trying to rub his leg as a peace offering. It was smacked aside, a response as clear as any.
“Mmh-my names Luca, by the way.” He offered awkwardly.
“A pleasure.” Edgar rolled his eyes.
Deciding that maybe for once it would be a good idea to keep his mouth shut, Luca sank back into the pillows with a shaky breath. The silence still wasn’t ideal, but at least now there was some semblance of safety to it. Can’t fuck up if you don’t talk, right?
Edgar lightly cleared his throat after a moment had passed, squeezing his thighs around Luca’s sides to pull his attention.
“So, ah, is there anything you’re into?”
Now this got his attention. Not only was it the first conversation Edgar had started, but he was always open to talking about his interests.
“I’m glad you asked! I’m actually considered kind of nerdy, I study all sorts of science an’ things? Like energy and stuff. I’ve been really into it since I was six. What I’m interested in particularly is this thing called perpetual motion. It’s basically the act of self sustaining, I want to create a way of turning it into some sort of energy as a sort of renewable power source? Like this could power everything. People say it’s not possible, but that doesn’t really mean much in the field of inventing, does it? I bet people said the camera was impossible, and look at us now!” He took a deep breath, pointing his finger to his chin. Edgar’s eyebrows were raised, but he didn’t chime in. “And it’s basically like, so close to reality as is. Is it so hard to believe I could make something that could keep itself working forever?”
His pause dragged on for a moment, before Edgar could catch up with his question. Upon realising Luca expected him to answer he coughed awkwardly.
“I meant like. Sexually. Is there anything you’re into.”
“O-oh.” Well now he had it in him to feel embarrassed. He hadn’t even properly realised he’d been info-dumping, much less while fully inside of his unwilling conversation parter. “Sorry, uh- No, not really. Don’t get out much. Not like-! In a lonely kind of way in a... busy kind of way. I’ve been pretty full on with study and-“
He genuinely couldn’t tell if Edgar was amused or annoyed. It was probably both. He was quickening his pace, possibly trying to get him to shut up. An impossible task, unfortunately, but an enduring effort.
“...You are... so cute.” Luca slurred, a bold move considering every attempt to talk left him in a worse situation from before.
“Mm.”
Alright, maybe his lack of reactions was getting to him a little. He was almost completely blank faced, only his lashes fluttering from the impact. Meanwhile Luca was having a hard time keeping still, head back and eyes squeezed almost painfully shut.
“You... uhh. Hm- You alright? You’re really... quiet.” He tried to compose himself, probably failing. “An’ I know I’m not like-“ he blew some strands of hair out of his face, “particularly small or anything, just wanna make sure you’re coping-“
“Oh, I promise, I’m quite alright.” Edgar answered, almost sarcastically. But that was fine. His ego was intact. It was better than it had ever been. His ego was doing amazing, thanks for asking.
“That’s great.” He replied meekly, Edgar not even seeming to hear it.
In a desperate attempt to save the situation, and mostly tending to his pride, he hastily asked the first thing on his mind.
“Is there anything... you’re into..?”
Edgar raised a brow. “In what way.”
“I mean... either, whichever you wanna-“
Edgar sighed, leaning back with an eyeroll. “I don’t really have anything I particularly like. I’m usually fine with whatever, within limits.” He finished with a scowl, before tossing his hair over his shoulder seemingly deep in thought. “And I’m studying art. Since we seem to be sharing things.”
“Damn.” Luca gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Damn?” His eyes narrowed.
“Well, you know.” ...Maybe Luca should have learnt to keep his mouth shut after the first disaster. “It’s a hard thing to pursue. Tough industry. Not much money in it.”
Edgar practically bristled with each word. “Not much money in it?”
“Uuh. Well... you know...”
“So you’re one of them aren’t you? Those ungrateful worms that think art is worthless?” Edgar hissed, a dangerous sound that made his hair stand on end.
“No-! Art is cool it’s just not... well, it’s definitely not a get-rich-quick scheme, heh.” He held up his hands awkwardly, now fully aware of the danger he was in.
“Oh, of course. That’s all that art is to you? A means to make money?” Edgar snarled. “Pathetic, truely pathetic. I should have guessed you were practically brain dead.”
“Aah. Sorry?” Luca’s poor ego was taking quite the beating. He didn’t realise engaging with someone tonight would come at such a hefty price.
“We live in a world where uncreativity and worthlessness is celebrated, where only those that can use others succeed-” Edgar’s rant continued, slamming himself down with enough force for Luca to be concerned.
“C-careful! Don’t hurt yourself-!”
“-And yet you still have the nerve..!”
Luca wondered if anyone could hear their argument, he was getting pretty loud. And not in the way he wanted.
“Hey, hey I’m sorry okay? I didn’t realise you were so- fuck- passionate about the topic...” he was completely breathless, forcing the words out and resisting the urge to collapse into his sheets again.
“That doesn’t make a difference! You still feel the same, you would have just fucking lied about it!”
“Well, I- haah... I’m afraid I’m not exactly in the right headspace to think properly, dude!”
“Then why can’t you just keep your mouth shut?”
“I talk when I’m nervous!” Luca protested. “I can’t help that!”
“Please, like you have any reason to be nervous.”
“I-! I do! I’m trying not to humiliate myself in front of a really pretty guy at the moment, which as the record shows, hasn’t been going all too well!”
“Really? I thought you had some sort of humiliation kink, based on your behaviour.” Edgar snarked, looking down at him.
“I don’t! Look, I said I’m sorry! We can talk about it later? I’m more than willing to hear you out.” He chuckled nervously, “it’s obviously something you care a lot about, huh?”
Edgar scoffed, looking away from him again. He’d gone back to a reasonable pace, to Luca’s simultaneous disappointment and relief. He could maybe admit to not minding the rougher nature, but he still wanted his poor partner to be able to walk afterwards.
“You don’t mean that.” Edgar mumbled, pulling him out of his thoughts of self discovery.
“I-I do!” He stammered, shuffling into a half sitting position. “I’d love to hear about it, since you seem to really like it, yeah?” Edgar still looked pensive, prompting him to continue. “Besides, it’s the least I can do after dumping all that knowledge on you before, right?”
Edgar sighed, loud and pissy. “Sure. Maybe.”
“Cool! Can we finish this first though?” As exciting as the thought of spending more time with Edgar was, he at least wanted to satisfy his partner. And himself, on that train of thought.
Edgar only shrugged. “If you want.”
“I do! As long as you’re into it?”
Edgar shrugged again. “It’s fine.”
“Are you sure..? We can always stop if you-“
“I said it’s fine.” Edgar huffed. “I can keep going.”
“If-if you say so-!” Luca supposed he should probably just sit back and be grateful. Best not to push his luck. Speaking of pushing his luck...
“Can I just. Make a request?” He hoped he didn’t fuck up again, but Edgar could always dismiss his suggestion.
Edgar had closed his eyes, focusing on his movement. He cracked them back open questionably.
“I’m not trying to say you’re underperforming, really, you’re doing great! Probably the best I’ve ever had but, could you be a bit less quiet? It’s kinda freakin’ me out.” He chuckled awkwardly, praying he didn’t offend him. “Not that it’s bad just... just a suggestion.”
Edgar continued to stare at him, an indecipherable look on his face. Shit.
“Why.”
“Why? I, uh. I dunno. Just a bit of awkward silence. You don’t have to! I just... yeah.”
Edgar gave him a look, seemingly contemplating his request. He thought it over, before arching his back theatrically with a half hearted whimper.
“Yeah, like that!” Good enough, Luca decided. No point trying to beg for something he wasn’t going to get.
He placed his hands back on his hips, showing his gratitude with a firm squeeze. This time Edgar didn’t brush his hands off, rather, he held them firmly in place.
Luca tipped his head back with a sigh as he let him envelop his senses again. The sights, the sounds and the soft scent of sex lingering in the air.
Pretty cool.
He was already somewhat close from the past half-hour or so, allowing him to lie back and not put any hard work in. Edgar’s huffs and moans definitely helped, as bored and uninterested as they sounded.
Edgar even let him feel him up a bit without slapping him, which Luca saw as an enormous win. Maybe he should shoot his shot and try to get his number later. He might of been starting to enjoy the chase.
He would never admit it, but the thoughts of dating this man he only met tonight was probably what brought him to completion. Maybe he really did need to get out more. Who knew only one night with a beautiful man could get him rethinking his entire life choices?
He could barely find his footing again after he’d finally finished, his legs felt numb and were likely bruised where Edgar had been leaning on them.
Edgar pulled off him, Luca noticing the fingernail markings dug into his sides. Oops.
“Hey are you-“ Luca was immediately caught off guard by his stare, having already forgotten how intense it was. “Do you... wanna finish? I can help you if you want-“
“I’m fine.” Edgar interrupted, tugging their used condom off and throwing it into the depths of the room. It hit his set of drawers with a sickening splat and tumbled into his open sock drawer.
“Hey-!” Luca couldn’t help the full body shudder that immediately followed. He was going to have to clean out his entire drawer tomorrow. What a prick.
Edgar pointedly ignored him, fixing his hair. He pulled it out of its sloppy ponytail, before pulling it back into a much neater one. He seemed to be stalling, waiting for something.
“You’re really sure you don’t want..?” Luca was pretty disappointed that he wasn’t able to satisfy him, despite his shitty demeanour. He really didn’t want Edgar to leave thinking negatively about him.
“Very sure.”
“Is it... something I did or..?” His voice dropped into a whimper against his will.
“No. Just not in the mood.” Edgar shrugged, somewhat confirming Luca’s fear that he’d killed whatever tension they had with his inability to shut up.
“That’s fine, I guess.” Luca moped, shuffling aside. “So do you wanna lie down with me for a bit? Just to catch your breath before you... go. Maybe you could tell me about art now! I did say I’d love to hear about it!”
This seemed to be the invitation Edgar was waiting for, as he lay down next to him.
“You weren’t just saying that?” He scowled.
“Of course not!” Luca wasn’t sure who initiated it, but their legs were tangled together on top of the sheets.
Edgar rolled his eyes, making himself comfortable on his pillow. Luca found himself wishing this sight could be a constant in his life. He was definitely going to ask for his number later. Maybe after offering a warm shower too, just to win him over a little.
“So, what kind of art do you do?” Luca leaned on his folded arms, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Mostly, I paint.” Edgar’s eyes were half lidded and sleepy. Maybe he’d stay the night.
“Yeah?” Luca prodded, making himself comfortable.
“Mm.” Edgar blinked. “I guess I’m also pursuing an impossible goal. I want to make an artwork so unique, so... human, that it can truly be defined as ‘real art.’ I hope that it’ll be enough to inspire a whole art movement, like the impressionists or even the renaissance-“
Luca let his words wash over him, his tired mind barely even registering them. But he kept nodding nonetheless, chiming in with a ‘wow!’ Or a ‘that’s so cool!’ Whenever Edgar stopped to take a breath.
He hesitantly reached out for his waist, slowly as to give Edgar time to object.
Maybe Edgar didn’t notice, but he did once his hand was lightly rested on his side. He didn’t push him away, even pulling his shirt up so Luca could touch his skin.
Luca gratefully took this as permission to snuggle a little closer, unable to keep down a drowsy smile as Edgar kept talking.
“Because after all, the renaissance itself was built on the very concept of humanism-“