Characters: Oswald/Edward and Gertrud
Word Count: 1,490
Summary: Gertrud isn't the only smitten with Edward
An: can also be readhere at AO3
Ten year old Oswald Cobblepot walked down the stone driveway that led to the house he shared with his mother. It was a small house with limp flowers sitting in white flower boxes. His mother always planted flowers in the spring, but they didn't live long. The light blue paint on the house was cracked and peeling.
He opened the door and went inside. The air smelled of dust and no matter how long they left the windows open that smell never went away. He wished they could have stayed in their big house, but they had to leave after his father died.
He went into the sitting room and dropped his book bag on the wood floor. He could still hear the other kids taunting him. The words runt and shrimp rang in his ears.
He felt a tightness in his chest as tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to cry. Instead he went over the the large piano that sat in the corner of the sitting room and sat down on the bench in front of it.
The top of the piano was nicked and scarred and the fabric on the bench had been worn thin, but the notes were still clear.
As Oswald pressed the keys he let go of all his anger and make a promise to himself that some day he would be big and important and no one would call him runt or shrimp again.
Now, Oswald was on the stage that sat inside his club. His fingers were flying across the black and white keys of a piano. The notes were clear and strong. The stage lights were bright, obscuring the audience. Somewhere in the room Edward was sitting at a table and Oswald was playing just for him. Each note represented his desire and want.
Since they had become more than friends they had just kissed. Oswald wanted more than kissing, but he wanted Edward to be comfortable. He had very limited experience with have a girlfriend and even less experience having a boyfriend, but he thought Edward's comfort was top priority.
After he finished his song he took a bow and went to his dressing room. It was a small room he shared with his mother. One wall was covered with a large mirror that had lights around it. On the other walls were pictures of his mother's favorite actors form the twenties and thirties. From the cream colored paint on the walls to the plush carpet on the floor, mother's touch was all over the room.
He went over to a wooden chair sitting in front of the mirror and it groaned as he sat down and loosened his tie. His shirt was sticking to his skin with sweat.
There was a knock at the door and he opened it to see Edward standing in the doorway holding a bouquet of red roses.
'Are those for me?' Oswald asked as Edward walked into the room. He was wearing s gray hooded sweatshirt that looked worn and frayed and Oswald itched to touch it to see if it was as soft as it looked.
'Oh, yes. Red roses have long been known as a symbol for...' The rest of what Edward was going to say was cut off when Oswald's mother walked into the room.
'Who's your friend?' She asked.
'This is Edward Nygma,' Oswald said.
Edward sat down his flowers and took her hands into his own. 'It is a pleasure to meet you. What is something that people covet, but is in the eye of the beholder and something you have.'
Gertrud's brow knitted in confusion. 'I don't know what?'
She dipped her head and Oswald noticed she was blushing like a school girl.
'Oh... You think I am beautiful?'
'Of course. You are Oswald's mother after all.' Edward turned to Oswald. 'If you'll excuse me, I left my wallet behind.
Once Edward left, Gertrud tuned to her son. She was still blushing. 'Edward is such a good man. When you make love to him go slowly.'
Oswald's eyes went wide because the last thing he expected from his mother was sex advice. The last thing he wanted was to think about his was mother and sex. 'Mother!'
'What? All I'm saying is you need to treat a man like that right.'
Something occurred to Oswald. 'How did you know?'
'I have eyes don't I?
'It's okay with you... that he's a man?'
She went over to her son and cupped his cheek. He leaned into the touch and cupped her hand with his own. Her skin was dry and warm.
'Of course I don't care. The greatest of these is love. I don't care as long as he's not a cop. Is he a cop?'
'He works at the GCPD, but he's not a cop.
'Good. Good. I just wish you had told me before.'
He wrapped his mother in a hug and breathed in the scent of lavender.
As he hugged his mother he looked over her shoulder and saw Edward standing in the doorway. He was grinning.
After Gertrud left, Edward came up to Oswald. 'Would you like to go home with me?'
Oswald closed up his club and he and Edward walked outside. The air was cold enough to make Oswald shiver as he flipped the collar of his coat up. He looked up at the moon that was full and round.
He and Edward walked down the sidewalk.
'Did you like my piano solo?' Oswald asked.
'Oh, yes. It was delightful.'
'Good. I played it just for you.'
'Wonderful. I knew we have something special.'
They walked close and their hands brushed. Oswald took and chance and grabbed Edward's hand and intertwined their fingers. Edward look over at Oswald and he grinned. They walked hand and hand until they made it to Oswald's town car.
Once they were in the car, Oswald sat his hand on Edward's knee and Edward placed his hand on top of Oswald's.
Once they made it to Edward's apartment they kissed. Edward reached up and combed his fingers through Oswald's hair. Oswald's reached up and ran his hands up and down Edward's sweatshirt. The fabric was indeed soft.
Edward deepened the kiss, his lips were soft and warm, and Oswald felt himself harden. After several moments of kissing they broke apart and were both panting. Oswald rested his head on Edward's chest and breathed in his cool scent.
'I heard what you said to your mother,' Edward said as he rubbed Oswald's back.
'Oh yes, in fact I was also hoping we could do more than kiss this time. I did give you red roses which are a symbol of passion.'
'That sounds great. What do you want to do?'
'I thought we could start by me touching you.'
Edward than took Oswald's hand and lead him to the bedroom. The room was packed with stacks and stacks of books. There was only a narrow path to the bed. The bed was covered with a bright green blanket that reminded Oswald of a muppet.
Edward started by stripping Oswald of his clothes. As more and more skin was revealed his hands moved across the skin. Once Oswald was bare chested Edward dipped his head and licked one of Oswald's pink nipples until it was hard. Oswald groaned and gripped Edward's hair.
After a few more licks Edward stood up straight and was grinning ear to ear.
Oswald reached for him and pulled at his hooded sweatshirt. 'You're wearing too many clothes.'
'Oh, dear. We can't have that.'
Edward pulled the sweatshirt over his head and was wearing a dress shirt under it. He unbuttoned his shirt and Oswald licked his lips as his pale chest was revealed. His nipples were a dark pink and Oswald reached over and rubbed one.
Edward hissed and reached for Oswald's pants. His pants were pulled down and Oswald's red silk boxers were straining against his hard cock.
Oswald decided that the best thing to do was undo Edward's pants and that's just what he did. Edward's white briefs were also straining against his own hard cock. Oswald pulled the briefs down Edward's pale thighs and took in the sight of Edward's cock. It was long and thick, the top was a deep red. Edward's balls were covered with dark hair.
Oswald suddenly had an idea. He moved close to Edward and wrapped his hand around both their cocks. As his hand moved up and down both shafts they both groaned.
Edward nipped at Oswald's lips as he thrust into Oswald's grip. After several moments, Oswald felt his orgasm building. He tightened his grip and yelled out as he came.
As he came Edward cried out too. As Oswald came down from his orgasm he leaned against Edward and couldn't help but smile; he felt big.