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It was the weirdest feeling in the world. With the possible exception of those rollercoasters where you hang upside
down for any length of time. It was only now, afterwards, with Randy finally tired out enough to fall asleep that Edge
could take it in. Although really given the kind of car that Randy drove, expensive with Italian leather seats, he should
have expected a bedroom like this.
Everything was luxurious. The curtains, the carpets, the quilt on the bed.
And that would have been understandable. Only the best for Randy. The mirrors on the ceiling over the bed were
an unusual addition. One that Edge approved of and would definitely have had in his own house had he ever had the money.
He
hadn't noticed them at first, Randy, with his mouth and hands everywhere, had taken up all of his attention but when Randy
pushed him on to the bed, Edge's back to the mattress, he couldn't help but look up, and then he saw them. Huge, perfect
two foot by four foot mirrors, reflecting every single detail of the bed back at him.
And then they fucked, really
fucked. Randy knew what he was doing, hard, deep and on and on. And with his head tipped back, Edge could see
ever single movement of his face and Randy's back and ass and in and out, and oh my God, everyone ought to have mirrors on
their ceiling. But at the same time he could see why people didn't, it was fine when it was two guys like them, young,
good looking, damn hot in both cases, but imagine someone like Ross or Lawler doing it and, just, no, bad mental image.
But
yes, he'd be so totally up for doing this again. Not just the sex, although that was seriously good and he was wanting
more when Randy woke up. Possibly have some food first. Or have the food and Randy at the same time. He
could probably make something ready for breakfast, only he had no idea where Randy's kitchen was because, understandably,
he thought, they had other things on their mind when he first came in.
The thing he was really up for doing again was
having sex with the mirrors. He was wondering if there was any way he could set up a whole room full of mirrors, like
that ceiling in stereo, how good and totally awesome would that be, seven different sets of him and Randy. He wouldn't
know where to look.
It wasn't even as though he'd have to worry about the mirror being cold against his skin, 'cause
as he could testify, and planned on having proven to him again, several times, Randy was good enough at sex that he really
wouldn't notice.
Really, once he had his title back, he was so getting a room in his house done like that.
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