Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 22:44:28 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Guiding Light 10

Guiding Light belongs to Procter & Gamble and CBS. I don't own any of these
characters and am making no money. Please don't read this if you aren't over
18 or the age of majority in your area. Don't archive or distribute this
without asking me first.

I would, as always, *really* appreciate feedback, at knack6@hotmail.com . I
know these aren't the lengthiest chapters, but I can only write when I have
time.

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Tony's "popi" (God rest his soul) had always told Tony that he overreacted,
he was too emotional. Tony knew he was right, but he also knew that if his
father were with him right now, staring in the window, his eyes would be
bugging out as wide as Tony's.

Marah "sweet virginal pure wonderful saint" Lewis had her head between
Carmen "dragon lady nightmare bitch" Santos' legs, and was chowing down.
Clenching his hands into fists, Tony prepared to break the glass and rescue
the damsel in distress. Carmen forcing his Marah to commit such dirty acts
against her will...

Then Tony noticed Marah's finger work inside her own panties; she was a very
willing partner. She'd always been sorta hesitant around men, but...

"Is everybody in Springfield gay?", Tony muttered to himself.

He couldn't deal with this. She had been the victim, the innocent party, so
many times in their relationship. Now she was...this was just too puzzling
for Tony, and a little creepy to spy on his ex-girlfriend mowing the lawn of
the town's mob mama. He decided to go find Danny. Hopefully, tomorrow, they
could talk when Marah's mouth would already be occupied.

**

Shoes on the floor. Stretched out on the hotel room bed, Edmund stared at
his scuffed black dress shoes, once immaculate and polished daily. How times
had changed. From prince to boytoy for the Santos clan. Truly bizarre.
Carmen hadn't called lately, and he didn't miss her, although he missed the
cash payments. At their last "undercover" liasion, Richard and Edmund had
discussed their similiar financial struggles. Wealthy for most of their
lives, all they were left with was love and pain. Although, at least Richard
had a home. Edmund had moved into Romeo's room, and while that was not the
most physically unpleasant of situations, he feared for his oxygen supply in
the middle of the night. Richard had warned him against dangerous men like
Romeo, and Edmund could only smile and inhale his brother's throbbing length
to remind him that he could take care of himself. Richard's concern was
touching, but his royal custard, mixed with the sweat dripping from his
meaty thighs, was far more appetizing.

Rubbing his rising crotch absent-mindedly, Edmund realized the pleasant
aftereffects of his memory jog. He considered masturbation, until sharp
pounds from the door nearly threw him off the bedspread. Edmund kept silent,
mindful of goons with guns and possibly a badge (although he'd done nothing
technically illegal...this week), and crouched at the side of the bed hidden
from the door as the pounding turned to profanity.

"HOLY MOTHERSHIT!!!"

That very unShakespearelike vocabulary had to belong to Romeo. Edmund walked
to the door and allowed entry for his younger, hotheaded roommate. Before he
could even begin to ask what was wrong, he was slammed against a wall.

"You don't let me into MY own goddamn hotel room? I oughta..."

Arms roughly held above his head, knuckles scraping the wallpaper, Edmund
had no choice but to observe the enraged, sweating, panting man in command
of him. The mad fire ablaze in Romeo's beady brown eyes truly frightened
Edmund. Every hot, incensed breath against his face reminded him that he
barely knew this youth, knew nothing of the damage he could cause.

"This is YOUR fault, y'know. I had the perfect plan to get Danny. Now he
knows, and he's got shit on us, so we can't do shit to him. That's all you
do, is fuck shit up."

Edmund had been staring impassively, waiting for Romeo to cool down, but he
had been plied with abuse for too many years to tolerate another dose, and
he reflexively rolled his eyes.

"How eloquent."

Romeo stopped glaring, stopped fuming. The stillness was more frightening
than the rage. Calm before the storm and all that. Edmund straightened his
back, priming himself for a beating. To his surprise, Romeo dropped his
guard, dropped Edmund's hands, and walked away, muttering to himself,
turning his rage on himself. He paced in a small circle, his mumbles
increasingly incoherent.

"I'm the one that did this. So stupid. Just like they said...everybody told
me, y'know, but I don't listen cause I'm so dumb. I'm a failure. I had
everything and I lost it. Failure, failure, failure, fuckfuckfuckfuck..."

After a few more minutes, Romeo stood still, in a world of his own, pounding
the heel of his palm against his forehead. Over and over, until Edmund, at
first grateful Romeo was ignoring him, stepped in. Whatever hatred this
young man may have for him, he was not going to sit back and watch him draw
blood. He grabbed Romeo's wirsts, with a tight grip which surprised them
both.

"I'm not going to let you do this, Romeo. You are not worthless, and neither
am I."

Struggling and squirming, Romeo spat at Edmund.

"The last thing I need right now is psychoanalysis from some psycho! You
don't know me or my life, so shut the fuck up!!"

Edmund released his hold on the fighting man, only to grab his chin, forcing
Romeo to fall into his hypnotic blue eyes.

"I know that if a few more people had done more than pummel us with their
words and their fists, we wouldn't be quite so...as you Americans
say...'screwed-up.' You are special, Romeo, and I'm going to tell you that
whether or not you want to listen."

Romeo tensed, taking a partial step backward. What kind of mind game was
this? For the second time that day, Romeo was blindsided. He could take
almost any threat, any weapon, but not compliments or encouragement or
whatever Edmund was offering.

"Get out," Romeo half-whispered, half-seethed, pointing at the door as he
stared at the carpet, refusing to continue the eye contact.

Edmund glanced at the door, his refuge, his last chance to escape his good
deed for the day.

"No," Edmund flatly stated, closing the space between him and Romeo to wrap
the wiry man in his arms. Romeo squirmed, tried to push away the broad
shoulders, pleading with Edmund to leave, pleading until Edmund found his
lips. Romeo tilted his head, surrendering to Edmund's tongue, to the
skillful fingers divesting him of his layers of silk and leather armor.
Breaking their kiss to catch a breath, Edmund licked away the trace of
saliva dangling from his lower lip, putting Romeo's hands on his chest. As
Romeo kicked out of his shoes and socks, he stripped Edmund, bending down to
kiss Edmund's beautiful penis as he removed the trousers and boxers draped
at Edmund's feet.

Both men were naked now, truly seeing each other for the first time,
exploring muscles and sinews with their curious hands. Romeo hadn't felt
this vulnerable in too long to remember, but didn't want to stop. Laying on
the sheets, bedspread decorating the floor, Romeo let his legs be draped
over Edmund's shoulders, silent and whimpering as Edmund cleaned his insides
with his magical, smooth tongue. His whimpers turned more husky as Edmund
used their mixture of precum to lube himself, and entered Romeo's winking
entrance, slowly, waiting for begs Romeo refused to concede to him. Finally,
he shoved in, groaning with Romeo in unison as he filled the tight crevice.
Their cries filled the air, their minds melded as their mouths joined,
tongues duelling, Romeo fucking Edmund's tongue as Edmund fucked his ass.
His hardness stabbed at Edmund's loose abs, his tight sac sweaty and
slippery against the slightly lower sac slitering against it with each
determined thrust.

There was no rush, no contest to see who was truly in charge. Edmund timed
his thrusts, placing Romeo's hand on his balls, Romeo squeezing as both men
stroked Romeo's board-breaking hard-on. Their climaxes were apart only by
seconds, Romeo letting himself feel the varied sensations of semen erupting
from and filling his body at the same time.

Edmund collapsed on top of him. Romeo stroked his hair as they kissed, a
long, slow kiss, not their first, but in so many ways it felt like their
first. Still inside Romeo, Edmund rested against his chest. Romeo looked
down at Edmund, watching him go to sleep. This had not been fucking, or
screwing, or just sex. They had made love. As he drifted to sleep, Romeo
wondered what the consequences would be, and if he was prepared to face
them.