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Lee has become a busy man, as of late. Busier than usual. Ever since he turned 18, he has been employed by the same prestigious organization that raised him. The switch into adulthood was very sudden and obvious for him. Of course, he takes it in his stride, for he’d known for years now that he would be promised a good job if he only gave the higher ups what they wanted. Lee performed well, learned well, grew up well. Now, he is reaping what he sowed.
Still, Lee finds himself getting quite tired and bored among the company of the higher ups without his right hand man, or rather his bodyguard of sorts, particularly in highly social events like these. Generally, he would much rather spend his time with his face in a pile of books, pencil and ruler in hand.
Therefore, he takes breaks, wandering around the venue halls, soaking up information. His curious eyes dance across every plaque he comes across, gathering more obscure triva and history with every step.
Lee takes a turning into one particular room, and the distinct clacking of his low heels comes to a halt. He smiles at the sight.
There, on the vintage yellow loveseat, sits exactly who he was looking for; Edgar, legs splayed out impolitely with the first three or so buttons of his dress shirt undone, and his black blazer strewn off into a messy pile beside him. It takes a while for him to notice the presence of his superior, but when he does, he gasps, and sits up straight in a hurry, scrambling to button himself up again. “Lee…! What’re you doin’ here? Shouldn’t you be entertaining guests, or somethin’?”
Lee’s smile widens into a grin, and he brings a delicate, slender hand up to his own face to stifle a chuckle. “Indeed, I should be.”
“So… what’s the story?”
“I got bored.” The redhead shrugs, making his way over towards the loveseat and sinking into it beside Edgar, who gingerly scoots up to make more space for him.
Edgar huffs. “Irresponsible of you, but… whatever.”
Lee can’t hold back another chuckle. He very much enjoys Edgar’s company, moreso than anyone else’s. To find him all alone like this definitely uplifts his spirits. “What about you? What made you scurry off into your own little hideaway?”
The other man looks around the room. It’s not ‘little’ by any means, but it is quite secluded with not as much space as the rest of the massive, expensive, vintage building. “Same as you, honestly. I got bored, and well…” He sucks his teeth, tugging his collar away from his neck with a finger as he grimaces in displeasure. “…suits are annoying, apparently. I’m not used to ‘em at all, ‘n I was boilin’ out there in that crowd... Ugh. I just needed to cool off for a moment… which is why you found me lookin’ like a worked up prostitute just now.”
Lee scoffs affectionately at Edgar’s joke. “You do look hot, I’ll give you that.”
The latter’s eyes widen. “…Huh?”
“Hot.” Lee repeats casually, gesturing vaguely at Edgar’s form. “I can see the sweat on your forehead. I do not envy you.”
Edgar’s face heats up, leading to his ears going bright red as he realizes what Lee actually meant. “Yeah…” He looks around the room again in a nervous panic, trying to remain cordial in the name of the event as he wipes the aforementioned sweat off his brow. “I wish they’d use some fans in here, y’know? Maybe open some windows…”
“I agree, but please; I’m the only one here. There’s no need to be so modest. In fact,” Lee removes his own blazer, only he folds his neatly before setting it to the side. “I am feeling rather uncomfortable in these constraints as well.” He rearranges his tie, and it makes Edgar raise a dubious brow.
“Really? You get tired of wearin’ suits?”
“Of course I do.”
“…You realize they’re all you wear, right?”
Lee crosses his arms, his smile never leaving his handsome face. “Your point is?”
Edgar stares at him before rolling his eyes, deciding to humor him nonetheless and unbutton his top two shirt buttons. “Nevermind. You’re a special case.”
The two sit in comfortable silence for a while on their respective edges of the lavish loveseat. The room is silent, save for the ticking of the golden grandfather clock in the corner of the room, as well as the distant chatter seeping in from the common area.
Life with Edgar around has become Lee’s necessary norm after they met 6 years ago as children, attending the same boarding school-home. They’re 18, now. They formed an unexpectedly tight bond almost immediately upon meeting, and since that fateful day, Lee has never regretted a single moment they spent together.
That being said, even though it’s been years, Edgar is still somewhat insecure around Lee, whose career skyrocketed to an almost unbelievable degree these past few months. It’s not that he’s shy, per se, but it seems that he finds it hard to adjust to this new, upper class lifestyle ever since Lee took him under his wing. This is especially true since they were equals at school just under a year ago.
Lee finds this unfortunate, but he’s a firm believer that eventually, Edgar will come around to seeing him as an equal once again.
He scoots a bit closer to Edgar, catching his attention as while crossing his legs modestly. “I’m guessing these sorts of events aren’t your favorite?”
Now, it’s Edgar’s turn to chuckle, and he does so incredulously while shaking his head. “Absolutely not. I feel like a damn fish outta water here…” He sighs, heavy with conflicted feelings. “It’ll take a damn long time t’get used to all this. How often do you have to attend events like these, anyway?”
“Not too often, really. This is the only one we’ve had this year, and I don’t know of any others to come.”
“…I see.” Edgar chews the inside of his cheek in thought. It’s clear that he wants to say something, and Lee decides to pry a bit.
He scoots a little closer yet. “Is there something on your mind?”
The brunet’s brows rise in surprise, and he sits up better. “Oh, uh… No. I’m alright.” He waves dismissively. “Just… the usual thoughts.”
Lee quirks a brow. “Usual thoughts?”
“Y’know… like…” Edgar’s knee begins to bounce as he tries to find a way to verbalise these thoughts. “…you could’ve helped anyone, but I was the one you picked, and that I feel like it was… maybe a dumb decision for you. That kinda thing.”
Lee hums, nodding slowly. This isn’t the first time he’s heard this sentiment from Edgar, so he was already expecting something similar. He decides to play it off in a friendly manner, nudging him with his elbow. “Are you insulting my judgement, Ed?”
“Huh? No!” Edgar waves his hands in denial, before he considers it, blinking a few times. “…You know what? Yeah! I am!” He nudges Lee right back a little harder, which makes the latter giggle. “I could never be like you in a million years. You picked the hardest piece of work outta all the troubled kids, and thought it’d all work out… Seems pretty dumb to me!”
“How rude!” Lee coyly bites back, nudging Edgar once again, with his shoulder this time. “I’ll have you know that have a very refined, particular taste. I saw something beautiful in you, yet here you are, insulting us both simultaneously, just because you do not enjoy trivial events.”
“See? You really were wrong, then.” Edgar nudges Lee.
“Absolutely not.” Lee nudges Edgar.
The dark-eyed chuckles, a handsome smirk on his face as he leans in closer towards Lee. Their casual exchange thankfully seems to loosen him up quite a bit, as his voice lowers into a gravelly murmur. “If this is really what you want, then you’ll have to discipline me harder to get me to behave.”
With a shudder, Lee’s eyes flutter closed. “…Mm.” He allows the implications of the words to linger for a moment, as impure thoughts immediately flood his mind.
Then, he replies just as sensually, plump lips brushing against Edgar’s ear. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I bet that’s why you rile me up with all your self deprecation.” His slender fingertips graze across Edgar’s clothed chest, feeling the heat radiating off of the latter along with his racing heart. “You know it makes me angry.”
“Maybe.” Edgar leans against the loveseat, an arm along the backrest behind Lee’s shoulders. He looks the latter up and down, allowing him to touch his chest with a proud smirk. “You look fuckin’ sexy when you’re angry. Especially when it’s with me.”
“I see. What a foul, greedy dog…” Lee murmurs with a sensual chuckle, leaning in closer until their lips meet for a slow, intimate kiss.
Faint smacking sounds of their lips working together, along with their quiet hums of satisfaction, fill the desolate room, although anyone enjoying the main event in the ballroom would have no idea over the sound of their chatter and music.
Ever since the day they met, Lee and Edgar had strong chemistry. This very naturally blossomed into a romantic and sexual dynamic, hardly surprising either of them. It felt like fate when it happened, like they were made for each other to find and protect. Lee initiated every major change in their newly combined lives, but it was actually Edgar who made the first romantic step a few weeks after they first met, with a crooked flower, a sheepish smile, and a bold dream.
Lee returned that gesture tenfold.
The first to break the kiss is Lee, chuckling lowly as he runs his hands through Edgar’s shaggy brown hair. He brushes it backwards in a way that makes it stick out in weird places. “You want discipline, eh?”
Rosy-cheeked and blissfully dazed, Edgar grunts in approval. “That’s right.”
“You want to behave?”
“Yes, sir. Shape me into whatever you want me to be…”
“Hmm…” Lee cheekily hums contemplatively, tenderly fixing the mess he made out of Edgar’s hair. “In that case, I have an idea.”
The latter’s brow rises, his smirk widening. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yes.” Lee runs his fingerips along the rough fabric of Edgar’s tie, before he tugs at it and stands, guiding Edgar to do the same.
With a small startled noise, the latter damn near trips onto his knees, but he holds himself steady by gripping Lee’s arm.
Lee puffs his chest out proudly. “Tonight… I will be teaching you how to dance.”
This proposition makes Edgar’s round dark eyes widen even further. “…Huh? Dance?”
“Mhm. Dance. Just the way everyone else is presumably doing right now, out in the ballroom.” He gestures vaguely with his head towards the room doorway.
It’s as if a bucket of ice cold water got splashed at Edgar, knocking him right out of his fantasy. “Oh, c’mon… you can’t be serious?”
“I am very serious.” He nods, resolve impenetrable.
Edgar looks down dejectedly. “Not with my two left feet…”
Lee finds this amusing and snickers. “Come on, Edgar. Don’t chicken out just yet. Let me be your two right feet.” Lee takes his hands and casually swings them a little bit.
Seeing how discreetly proud and enthusiastic Lee looks to be teaching him something, Edgar sighs and accepts his fate, feeling a warm tinge in his chest. “Fine… but this’ll take a while.”
Lee beams, giving Edgar a courteous nod and bends his knees into a little bow. “Excellent. Now, let’s start over.” He releases Edgar’s larger hands, and clears his throat dramatically. He places one arm behind his back, and extends his other hand. “May I have this dance, sir?”
Edgar scoffs incredulously, shifting his weight onto his other foot as he feels his cheeks heat up at the absurdity. “Fine. Sure.” Lee raises a brow, tilting his head to the side to gently reprimand him. Edgar sighs in defeat, correcting himself. “Yes… you may.” He awkwardly places his course fingers atop Lee’s unmarred, waiting palm.
Satisfied enough, Lee’s eyes crinkle behind his glasses as he smiles, and he bows once more. “Wonderful. Such a pleasure.”
Edgar scoffs, smirking smugly as he mimics a bow. “The pleasure’s all mine.”
Lee chuckles along, stepping closer towards his unlikely lover. “How charming! You’re a quick learner, see?” Edgar rolls his eyes, and Lee snakes an arm around his waist, his other hand holding one of Edgar’s to the side. “Now… follow my lead.”
Looking down at their feet, Edgar follows along with Lee’s instructions. Unsurprisingly to Lee, Edgar picks it up quite fast, despite a few near stumbles and minor toe stepping. It’s a simple routine, after all. If Lee takes two steps forward, Edgar takes two steps back. If one takes two steps to the left, the other steps twice to the right.
As the music continues to play in the main room off in the distance, Edgar becomes more and more confident in himself, intertwining with the melody as well as every praise that escapes Lee’s lips. He decides to be more bold, and he spins Lee around, before holding him close, Lee’s back to Edgar’s chest. This pleases Lee greatly, and the two sway like that for a moment, until Lee unfurls himself, and repays the favour for Edgar.
The result makes Lee snicker against Edgar’s wider shoulder. “No, no… You are much too broad to be in this position. I’m getting lost in you.”
Edgar laughs heartily, head thrown back and leaning against Lee’s as he revels in being in this position for a while. “Maybe you’re just too damn scrawny.” He spins out, and makes the even bolder decision to spin Lee into a dip, making the latter gasp and grip Edgar’s shirt tight. “…and way too easy to manhandle.”
Lee’s widened grey eyes dart between Edgar’s in a surprised daze before his expression softens into a fond grin. “Exactly.” He caresses his partner’s stubbly cheek with affectionate awe.
The latter’s smirk only spreads wider at the confirmation, and he dives in to kiss him, simultaneously helping him up on his feet again.
“Mmn…” On his feet, Lee still leans against Edgar, kissing him back with fervour as he wraps his arms around his neck. The two move until the back of Edgar’s legs reach the loveseat, and he plops down onto it, Lee straddling him without even breaking the kiss.
However, upon realizing what is to come, Edgar snaps away from the kiss with haste, glancing over at the door which is wide open, as Lee kisses and nips his upper neck. He pats Lee’s thin thighs, signaling for him to get off. Lee clumsily does so, his body trembling with desire as he hazily watches—through crooked glasses—Edgar make his way over to shut and lock the door twice over.
Being seen together like this, tainting Lee’s reputation among the higher ups for whatever reason is absolutely out of the question for Edgar as his right hand man.
Still, loving each other behind closed doors has been their absolute specialty for almost a decade. Therefore, the clothing pile only grows along with the heat between them, as the party carries on on the other side.