I need more fandoms like CKR needs more sexy (love_jackianto) wrote,
I need more fandoms like CKR needs more sexy

Gotham. fic. NC-17

Title: Smitten (chapter two)
Characters: Oswald/Edward and Gertrud
Word Count: 1,229
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Gertrud isn't the only smitten with Edward
An: can also be read here at AO3

Oswald was sitting in his mother's kitchen picking at his eggs and toast breakfast. The scent on the lilacs she had put in a vase in the center of the table filled the air. He was thinking about how he had jerked off to a fantasy of Edward Nygma. He didn't want to think about what that meant.

When he had been a boy his mother would take him to an church downtown. The wooden pews had been nicked and wore. The preacher had had a deep voice that echoed off the walls as he spoke of hellfire.

He was certain that being attracted to another man was the least of his sins, but he didn't want his mother to stop loving him.

'What's wrong?' Gertrud asked.

Oswald looked up at his mother and there was concern in her eyes.

'Nothing, I'm just not hungry,' Oswald said, the lie slipping easily from his tongue. It wasn't the first he had lied to his mother to save her from an ugly truth.

She came over to him and put her hand on his forehead. Her hand were rough but warm. Oswald leaned into her touch. 'Are you sick? I'll make some soup.'

She went over to the pantry and began pulled out cans.

Later that day, Oswald was at his club. He was sitting in his office doing paperwork when there was a knock at the door. His assistant stuck her head in. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and the high collar of her black dress was bright white.

'There's a Mr. Nygma here to see you.'

Oswald thought about saying that he was too busy to see Edward, but part of his brain said that he should prove to himself that he wasn't attracted to him.

'Send him in.'

Edward walked in. He was wearing a suit and tie. There was a big grin on his face.

'What is thicker than water and if you don't have enough you'll die?'

Oswald could feel himself getting annoyed. That was better. 'What?'

'Blood. I've had quite the day, nothing is exciting than a triple homicide.'

'Okay. Is there something you want?'

Edward came over and sat down on the chair in front of Oswald's desk.

'Not yet. I just wanted to spend some time with my good friend,' Edward said as he sat a brown paper bag on the desk and took a sandwich out of it.

He began to eat. As he ate, Oswald watched. He watched as Edward's slender fingers wrapped around the bread and as he swallowed his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Adam's apple was a good name for it because like the apple of Eden it was dangerous and temping.

A piece of green lettuce stuck to the corner of Edward's mouth and Oswald found himself reaching across his desk and wiping it away.

Edward's eyes went wide. 'Is that something a friend would do?'

Oswald stood up and walked to Edward. Edward stood up and they stood facing each other the tension was unbearable. Oswald wanted to say that 'yes, that is what friends do' but his mouth had suddenly gone dry. He could smell the scent of Edward's cologne. It wasn't just a fluke after all.

'You should leave,' Oswald said when his mouth wasn't so dry.

'Oh okay,' Edward said with disappointment.

Edward left and Oswald went over to his chair and collapsed into it. Something had to be done.

He left his office and went to find Molly. She was in her dressing room applying blush. The lights around the mirror illuminated her features. As he looked at her he knew she was attractive, but her looks didn't effect him like Edward did.

'Something you want, Boss?'

What he wanted was for his feelings to disappear or at least Edward Nygma to disappear. He knew what had to be done.

That night Oswald was standing in front of the door to Edward's apartment. He took out a handkerchief out of his pocket and his finger brushed against the knife that was also in there. He wiped his sweating hands on the handkerchief and stuffed back into his pocket. He felt his stomach do flip flops. He didn't know why he was so nervous, killing people was easy, or why he didn't just have one of his lackeys do it.

He straightened his tie and knocked on the door.

The door opened and Edward grinned when he saw Oswald standing there.

'Hello. To what do I owe this visit?'

'I just thought I'd spend time with my friend.'

'Really? Come in,' Edward said as he opened the door wide.

Oswald stepped into the apartment and looked around. The walls were stark white and the carpet was yellow. There were several bookshelves pushed against one wall that seemed to be filled with notebooks. A bright red couch was pushed against another wall

Oswald walked over to the couch and sat down. Edward joined him and sat so close that their knees touched. Oswald could feel Edward's body heat.

Part of his brain told him that this was the perfect time to kill Edward, but a much louder part said that it was the perfect time to do something else.

Oswald should have reached for the knife in his pocket, but instead he moved his hand and placed it on Edward's knee.

'Oh dear,' was all Edward could say before Oswald leaned close and brushed his lips against Edward's cheek. He removed Edward's glasses.

Oswald moved his lips and their lips brushed and Edward's hands came up and kneaded Oswald's shoulders.

After a few moments, Oswald deepened the kiss. His brain said that there was still time to kill Edward, but he wasn't listening to that part of his brain. He was however listening to the part of his brain that said they should keep kissing.

As they kissed, Oswald felt himself harden, but there would be time to take care of that later.

After several long moments Oswald broke the kiss. Their were both panting and Edward's cheeks were a deep red.

'Can we kiss more?'

'Of course, but no one can ever find out about this especially not my mother,' Oswald's brain might have been addled by the kissing, but he still knew what was important.

As they started kissing again Oswald thought that kissing was much better than killing.

After (a lot) more kissing Oswald went home and went to bed with no intention of sleeping. He took off his clothes and hung it over the back of a chair. He removed his boxers and hissed as cool air touched his half hard cock.

He got into bed and lubed up his cock with the lube in side table. As his hand traveled up and down the shaft he remembered kissing Edward. His hand sped up as he remembered Edward's scent and the feeling of his rough lips. It was so much better jerking off to Edward now that he had all the little details.

After several strokes, he felt his orgasm building and imagined Edward sucking on his cock. His lips wrapped around the head and he sucked.

Oswald tightened his grip and he came.

As he settled against his pillow he hoped that he would be able to see if the real Edward liked sucking cock.
Tags: fic, gotham (tv show), oswald/edward

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