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"boss, m'leavin."
"MHM," Edge mumbled, his eyes attached to his phone.
"don' have too much fun. wink."
That got Edge to look up and glare at his brother. "WHY ARE YOU WINKING?"
Red grinned at him. "ya think i don' know watcha get up to while i'm gone? watcha do with yer boyfriend?"
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND AND I DON'T DO ANYTHING WITH HIM!" Edge said irritably.
"riiiight. and that stain on the couch is from a soda," Red sneered. "funny how ya knew exactly who i was talkin about, too."
Edge harshened his glare, although it was somewhat weakened by the hint of pink on his cheekbones. "WOULD YOU LEAVE ALREADY?"
"i'm goin, i'm goin. jus be careful, i ain't ready to be an uncle."
"SANS!" Edge shouted incredulously, but his brother had already disappeared. What an asshole. But on the bright side…
He typed a quick message from his phone and sent it, and sat back to wait.
—
"hey edgelord. got the good stuff," Stretch said, kicking the door open and startling Edge half off the couch.
"DOES 'THE GOOD STUFF' ENTAIL YOU GOOGLING 'WORST BEER IN THE WORLD' AND BRINGING IT HERE?"
"hey, i googled 'cheapest beer in the world', not worst. and no, this really is good stuff." He placed four bottles on the coffee table and waited for Edge to assess them.
"SPICED HONEY CIDER?" Edge read aloud, squinting at the bottles.
"got it from muffet. it's one of her best selling winter drinks. it's one of my favorites too, it's really good," Stretch said, collapsing next to Edge on the couch. "really cozy tasting. perfect for warmin up by the fireplace."
"WHAT EVEN IS IT?"
"cider flavored like spice and honey."
Edge rolled his eyes and took one of the bottles, cracking it open and giving it a taste test. "...HM," he said. "NOT TERRIBLE. I APPLAUD YOU."
"aw, thanks, that means a lot," Stretch said. "well, shall we get started?" He wrapped an arm around Edge's shoulders annoyingly, and Edge squirmed away.
"I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY I CHOSE YOU OF ALL PEOPLE AS A 'BENEFIT'."
"because you like my dick," Stretch said. "so just keep on drinkin and i'll put you in drive."
Edge huffed at Stretch's crudeness, but continued sipping his cider while Stretch did whatever he wanted to his neck. They had a game they played, where Stretch did whatever he wanted to Edge and Edge pretended not to care, even when Stretch knew exactly how to press his buttons to make not caring very difficult.
“I THINK SANS KNOWS ABOUT… THIS,” Edge said, possibly to distract himself from Stretch’s wandering tongue.
“which sans?”
“MINE, OBVIOUSLY. HE WINKED AT ME BEFORE HE LEFT TODAY. AND CALLED YOU MY… MY BOYFRIEND.” He didn’t know why he was telling Stretch this. Perhaps so they could relish in the ridiculousness of the idea together?
“isn’t that what we are?” Stretch said, and Edge could feel his teasing grin against his neck.
“VERY FUNNY,” Edge huffed. “BUT, ER. DO YOU THINK WE COULD TAKE THIS TO MY BEDROOM THIS TIME?”
That got Stretch to pause. “the bedroom? wow, feelin bougie today, are we?”
“IT’S BOO-ZWAH,” Edge snapped. “AND I ONLY SUGGEST IT BECAUSE APPARENTLY THERE IS A STAIN ON THE COUCH THAT SANS NOTICED.”
“how come you don’t want him to know, anyway? why should he care?”
“BECAUSE HE WILL ENDLESSLY PESTER ME ABOUT IT, THAT’S WHY. HE SQUAWKS ENOUGH AS IT IS,” Edge said, rolling his eyes.
“nyeheh. well, we can’t have you be a victim of endless squawking. bedroom it is,” Stretch said, scooping Edge up as easily as anything and heading for the stairs.
Edge screeched. “WHAT IN ASGORE’S NAME ARE YOU DOING?!”
“takin us to the bedroom.”
“I CAN WALK ON MY OWN, YOU KNOW!”
Stretch shrugged, pushing Edge’s bedroom door open and dumping him onto his bed. “figured it was faster. anyway, where was i…”
“BEING INSUFFERABLE, AS USUAL.”
“aw, well, if i was really so insufferable, you wouldn’t keep me around, would ya?” Stretch gave him a lopsided grin, the kind Edge hated. Well, hate was a strong word.
“JUST BECAUSE YOU HAPPEN TO BE… TALENTED, DOESN’T MEAN YOU AREN’T ANNOYING,” Edge said huffily.
“mm, talented, eh?” Stretch’s grin widened. “ya mean how i can make you cum about five times in one night?”
Edge’s face turned red. “DON’T TALK LIKE THAT!”
“like what?” Stretch said smoothly, his fingers tiptoeing over Edge’s vertebrae.
“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT.”
"mm, i dunno, maybe you should clarify just so i know for sure." Stretch started continuing his attention to Edge's neck, making Edge's breath shudder.
"SH-SHUT UP," Edge muttered, his neck tilting to accommodate Stretch.
"shut up? wow edgy, your insults used to be so creative, they've really deteriorated."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT," Edge said quietly, and Stretch smiled. He knew full well that nickname did something to Edge.
"if you insist," Stretch murmured, giving Edge's neck a nibble and pulling a soft moan from him. "maybe we should just not talk at all."
"THAT WOULD BE MOST ENJOYABLE, I THINK."
"oh yeah?" Stretch said, his hands beginning to wander just like his tongue. "you sure you want me to be quiet? don't even want me to whisper all the things i'm gonna do to you?" He kissed up to the underside of Edge's chin while his hands quietly worked on undressing him. "you keep me around for a reason, y'know," he said, looking up at him from the angle underneath his chin. "it's cause i'm the only one who can satisfy your horny little cunt and you know it."
Stretch could tell Edge was putting all his energy into keeping his face completely still and unresponsive, but the subtle twitch of arousal in his body and the soft blush dusting his cheeks gave him away.
Besides, Stretch was right. Edge had a pretty decent body count, and most of them were okay, but something about Stretch that he couldn't quite figure out made him feel things the others hadn't. Physical things, obviously. Not emotional things, no siree.
Maybe it was the fact that he didn't try so hard. He was just naturally smooth and good at what he did, and somehow knew exactly how to handle Edge no matter how difficult he was. Maybe it was because they'd already been friends prior to the benefits, and therefore Stretch already had some sort of dynamic with Edge. But Edge didn't waste time trying to figure out why Stretch was different, because it didn't matter. What mattered was pretending he wasn't different and staying in control.
As if he'd ever succeeded.
"you look pretty in your head, edgelord. focus on me," Stretch said, groping at Edge's scarred ribcage.
"WHY SHOULD I?" Edge said haughtily, trying to ignore the shivers he got from Stretch's touch.
"cause it's not fun if you're just pretending not to feel anything. then again," Stretch said with a soft smirk as his fingers traveled down toward Edge's pelvis. "that just makes it more fun when you do feel something."
Edge gasped as Stretch fingered his pelvis, rubbing his pubic symphysis and thrusting two of his fingers into the scarlet swirl of magic thickening beneath his ischium. "c'mon," Stretch murmured. "you know you wanna let go. i dunno why you're so prideful, edgy."
Edge just grunted in irritation, obviously trying to hold back his magic as long as possible, but his magic just kept getting denser and denser until it finally formed his cunt. "JUST GET ON WITH IT," He grumbled, not looking at Stretch.
"so rude," Stretch said, shaking his head. "you're lucky i like you that way." He gave Edge's clit a few rubs while he pulled the front of his shorts down enough for his cock to spring out, ready for action. Stretch pulled Edge's legs forward suddenly, making him yelp and fall backwards against the bed with his legs still in Stretch's grasp. He didn't listen to Edge's protests when all he did was rub his dick along Edge's folds.
"I JUST SAID TO GET ON WITH IT!" Edge whined, kicking his legs impatiently. "WHAT'S THE POINT OF WAITING?"
"i mean, this feels perfectly good to me," Stretch shrugged. "i could probably just get off on this if i really tried."
"NO!" Edge said, locking his legs around Stretch and yanking him forward, succeeding in nothing.
"sounds kinda like you want to get it over with. in that case, i'll just spare you from it in the first place," Stretch shrugged. "i'll try to be quick, promise."
"NO!" Edge said again, grinding himself against Stretch's dick weakly, trying to get some sort of stimulation. "I WANT—" He didn't finish his sentence.
Stretch waited. "...want what?"
Edge glared at him. "YOU KNOW FULL WELL WHAT!"
"d'you want my dick?" Stretch gave him a little smile, one that infuriated Edge.
" YES, " Edge pleaded.
"well why didn't ya say so sooner?" Stretch said easily, sliding his dick in and grinning at Edge's moan.
"SHUT UP AND JUST FUCK ME," Edge huffed, tightening his grip around Stretch's arms.
Stretch decided to grant him mercy this time, probably because his own body was begging to get a move on too. He still had to be at least a little bit of a tease though, by keeping his pace slow despite Edge's cunt throbbing needily around him.
"MOVE FAS—" Edge started, but Stretch cut him off with a kiss as he sped his hips up. Edge moaned into his mouth, his breath hitching as he tugged Stretch closer to him. Stretch smiled against his mouth. Edge always got clingier in the moment, even if he was back to his standoffish self almost directly afterward.
Stretch pulled away from Edge's mouth for some air, moving to his chin and neck instead and letting Edge hug him tightly. He could feel Edge twitching like he was close already, which amused him. Maybe he could break his record and make Edge cum six times instead of five. "gonna cum already, edgy?"
"NNG, SHUT UP!" Edge huffed, burying his face into Stretch's shoulder as his femurs quivered more erratically.
"s'okay," Stretch murmured. "you already know we won't be done after that."
Edge's teeth latched onto Stretch's hoodie and he made a strained sound, and Stretch felt him clench up and cum around him. He peppered Edge's skull in kisses as he kept moving through his orgasm. "good boy, edgy," he said, making Edge's cheeks turn pink.
"D-DON'T," he said shakily. It was infuriating how good Stretch made him feel and how he took advantage of Edge's weaknesses. He said all these things that sounded… a little too affectionate, and Edge knew he was just teasing him because Stretch knew it made him uncomfortable, but sometimes those little things he said crept into his mind late at night and wouldn't leave. All the "you're beautiful"s and the "good boy"s and the way Stretch looked at him and the way he kissed him and held him, they wouldn't leave his mind. They made him imagine things. Things that would never happen, nor would he let them. He didn't want a relationship. He liked being friends with Stretch, and he liked how Stretch made him feel. How he made his body feel, not his soul. He didn't feel anything in his soul. He wouldn't let himself.
"you're looking pretty up in the clouds again, pal. you okay?"
Edge blinked and looked up at him. The genuine concern on Stretch's face did not make him feel things.
"I'M FINE," he mumbled. "JUST…" he looked away. "...KISS ME?"
Stretch hesitated, apparently not having expected that answer, but a moment later he cupped Edge's cheek and guided him into a kiss that was much too romantic for casual sex.
Edge decided to keep his eyes shut as much as he could for the rest of their session, so that at least he wouldn't risk falling further in love with Stretch's face.
—
Stretch always gave good aftercare. Blue probably taught him that. Part of being a gentleman, after all. He'd taken Edge back down to the couch so they could watch a movie. Or rather, so Edge could watch a movie while Stretch bustled around getting him cleaned up, fed, and watered. Ah yes, that was another reason Edge kept him around. He made a very good servant.
Once Stretch was satisfied with Edge's care, he sat down next to where Edge was lying down on the couch. "watcha watchin?"
"DON'T KNOW," Edge yawned. "DON'T CARE."
Stretch glanced at Edge, and then he laid down too, squished between Edge and the couch.
Edge rolled over to give him a stony look. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
"shh," Stretch said, pulling Edge into his arms quietly. "m'sleepy."
For once, Edge didn't argue. Slowly, he relaxed within Stretch's grasp, his eye sockets drooping as the warmth and closeness encouraged his exhaustion. He snuggled a little closer to Stretch and Stretch sighed happily, stroking Edge's spine as he rested against Stretch's chest.
This wasn't so bad. Maybe, just this once, Edge could pretend they were something more than they were. Maybe Stretch was thinking the same thing.
—
When Edge woke up, Stretch was still asleep and wrapped around him, but with the addition of a blanket now covering them. Edge blinked, trying to figure out where it had come from, before his vision focused and he looked up in front of him.
Red was sitting in the armchair across from them with a half-eaten plate of pancakes in his lap and a smirk on his face.
"well g'mornin, lovebirds."