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that3nbytrash · 2 years ago

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Nothing Special

General Scarecrow x Riddler; 2.9k words

Thank you to @finniestoncrane for being my muse, my mentor, and my beta reader for this fic. What started out as a "oh, how interesting would this be to write lol" quickly turned into "oh God I have written over 10k of smut 😳" and I don't think I would have been able to have the confidence to actually write this if it weren't for Finnie. You should definitely go check out her stuff when you finish reading this! It's really good!!

Hank would like to remind folks: minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: masturbation, handjob, humiliation?, mention of being drunk towards the end (in a memory), desperation, scriddler shenanigans.

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Edward Nygma paced back and forth in his lair, unsure of what to do with the flannel left behind by the only person that he could ever consider a friend.

Jonathan had been over just that morning to discuss the recent shipment of carbogen, a crucial ingredient to its signature Fear Toxin. But it left in a hurry, causing it to accidentally leave its favorite flannel behind in Edward's lair.

Which wouldn't be a problem for Edward. If it didn't smell like the one he so desperately lusted for. He couldn't get the scent out of his mind. So when Jonathan left he grabbed the shirt and hid it under his mattress for safe keeping.

But now as he laid on his bed, he wanted nothing more than to put his arms around it and inhale that particular aroma that seemed to always surround the garment. He tossed his phone onto the bed next to him and let out a frustrated sigh.

He hated not knowing what to do.

He'd never felt this way about someone before. He'd previously dated both men and women alike, but they had all been superficial relationships that never lasted. This was different.

And he hated it. Not because it wasn't fun or appealing. No, he adored every little thing about it. There was no denying how much he wanted Jonathan. But the feelings were still so new to him. And so confusing.

The scent taunted Edward as he lay there, trying to center himself before he did something he would regret. His emotions were already getting out of hand. And he really didn't want to deal with the thought of Jonathan right now.

But even the act of trying not to think of Jonathan brought an unwanted smile to his face. He loved being its confidant so much; and he hated being apart from it after a long day of crime. Even if Jonathan wasn't physically there, the smell of it on its flannel called to him like a siren's melody.

He rolled over and buried his head into the pillow, his cheeks burning at the mere thought of Jonathan. Why was he feeling this way? They weren't anything special to each other.

...

... Right?

...

... Edward sighed again. He knew deep down that he cared deeply about Jonathan. But could he actually say he loved him? Would Jonathan accept such a claim?

His fingers traced the worn material of the flannel as he thought it through.

Wasn't love just a chemical reaction? A biochemical reaction meant that you felt things for another person, right? So maybe the chemicals inside his body made him feel these things.

But what else could it mean? He was attracted to Jonathan as a person, not a chemical reaction! That didn't seem plausible, either.

What if he was just infatuated with Jonathan as a specimen? Could it happen? He certainly had been drawn to his specimens before, but this was different somehow. It was different with Jonathan. Different and yet, eerily similar.

Edward pulled the shirt to his nose to take another sniff. It definitely smelt like Jonathan; there was no doubt about that. It felt warm on his skin. Comforting. As if nothing bad would happen if he wore it. As if everything was going to turn out okay… and for the first time since coming to this wretched world, he believed it.

Maybe he should wear it. Maybe it would help calm his nerves.

Maybe it would make him fall in love.

Edward slipped the shirt on over his head and smiled as it sat comfortably across his shoulders. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The sweet smell made his head swim.

It didn't smell like his lab at all. It smelled like a home he didn't have anymore. Like a family he hadn't ever got the chance to be a part of.

This was probably what the scent of it reminded him of. The one he'd been missing.

Edward took a step toward the mirror and stood in front of it with a determined look on his face. He raised his hands and reached out to touch the glass. He pressed his forehead against it, looking directly into the reflection that was staring back.

"Why can't I have you, Jonathan?" he whispered, his voice wavering. "You're my best friend... my only friend..."

Edward took off the flannel and sniffed it again, this time allowing himself to imagine that Jonathan was with him. Holding him close. Kissing him. Edward's heart swelled. He wanted Jonathan. All of him. Every inch.

Edward closed his eyes and leaned against the mirror. He imagined Jonathan was in his arms, kissing him gently, running his fingers through his hair, his hands gliding along his waist, pressing him against the cold surface of the glass. He felt himself getting aroused as he imagined it.

He rubbed his hardening member through his pants as he imagined the feeling of Jonathan's lips upon his own, its tongue exploring every crevice of his mouth, its hips thrusting upwards eagerly, its fingers stroking him slowly, giving him a gentle massage…

Edward moaned softly, letting his eyes slip shut, imagining Jonathan above him. He could practically see those familiar blue eyes gazing down at him. Could almost hear its soft humming and feel its breath fanning across his neck. He could practically smell the mint on its breath as their lips met.

He wanted Jonathan so badly. He needed Jonathan. With every fiber of his being. The thought alone made him ache with need.

Edward's breathing became more ragged with each passing moment, and his erection strained against his pants. He struggled to unbuckle his belt as he imagined Jonathan taking care of him. He tugged open his fly, sliding out of his boxers and shivering at the cool air against his throbbing cock.

The soft fabric of Jonathan's flannel brushed against Edward's thigh. It felt like silk rubbing against his sensitive skin. Edward took off the flannel and palmed his cock through the worn material. His grip tightened as he began to stroke, his vision starting to blur at the edges as he imagined what Jonathan would taste like against his skin. What Jonathan would do to him. How it would feel to be wrapped tightly around Jonathan's cock… how it would ride him hard and fast….

His orgasm was coming faster than he anticipated. He groaned loudly as he came, his dick pulsing as he released his load into the soft fabric that started this mess. The last remnants of his orgasm faded quickly after as he realized what he just did.

"What the hell am I doing!" Edward cried, dropping the cum-soaked flannel onto the ground beside him. He covered his face and let out another frustrated groan as his body tried to cool down.

He felt tears pricking at his eyes as he contemplated the fact that he just lost control. Just let his hormones get the better of him, and his libido led him to act irrationally.

Edward was usually careful and cautious about what he allowed himself to feel. He had to be. Or else he risked destroying his friendship with Jonathan. He couldn't afford to lose that now. Not when they finally had grown to trust each other.

A small knock sounded at the door. Edward didn't move, afraid of who he suspected to be out there.

"Edward?"

Edward froze. Oh shit. He hadn't heard Jonathan return yet, had he?

"Are you in there, Edward?"

Oh fuck, it had come back too soon. He quickly got up, pulled his clothes back on, gathered up the flannel and stuffed it back into the drawer before Jonathan entered.

He saw his friend enter the room, carrying a box labeled 'carbogen' in its arms. Jonathan glanced around the room, its brow furrowing in confusion as it noticed the wet spot on the floor. "What happened here?"

Edward looked down at his feet, guilt pooling in his stomach as he tried to come up with a believable lie. "I.. uh..."

Jonathan placed the bag of groceries on the ground. It approached Edward and grabbed a hold of his arm. "Hey, are you okay?"

Edward nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Jonathan narrowed its eyes and shook its head. "Don't bullshit me. Are you sick?"

"No," Edward replied firmly. "No, I'm perfectly fine."

Jonathan studied him closely, searching for any sign of illness, before releasing his arm and backing up a few steps. "Okay. If you're sure…"

Edward breathed a soft sigh of relief. He could hardly believe how lucky he was that Jonathan didn't question him further.

They stared each other down for a while. Both waiting for the other to say something. To break the awkward tension that hung thick in the air between them. Finally, Jonathan broke it.

"I left my flannel here earlier when I left, and I was wondering if you knew where had I put it?" Jonathan asked.

Edward swallowed hard, knowing full well where he had seen it last. "Uh, no, no I don't."

"How unfortunate, but thank you anyway." Jonathan nodded politely as it turned to leave. But it suddenly stopped in its tracks, turning to face Edward once again. "Wait a minute."

Edward tensed up again. His heart skipped a beat as Jonathan walked back over to him. This was it. Jonathan was going to end their collaboration because Edward couldn't keep himself under control.

Jonathan reached forward and cupped Edward's cheek.

Edward stiffened. His breathing hitched, and he held his breath, waiting for Jonathan to pull away and shout at him for his actions.

Jonathan gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Edward."

Edward's mind went completely blank as Jonathan lifted its thumb up and gently stroked his cheek. Edward shivered and leaned into its hand. It felt good. It felt nice. It felt so nice. He never wanted it to stop.

Jonathan's gaze traveled down to Edward's mouth. It smirked slightly and bent down a little. Before Edward knew what was happening, Jonathan's lips were brushing against his own. Its kiss was soft and gentle.

Edward felt his face redden. Jonathan kissed him deeper, pulling Edward closer by the hip. It tilted its head ever so slightly and ran its tongue lightly against Edward's bottom lip. Edward obliged, parting his lips slightly as Jonathan deepened the kiss.

Edward's arms slid up Jonathan's chest until he wrapped them around its neck. Jonathan placed its hands around Edward's waist, its fingers brushing against his bare skin. Jonathan moved closer. Edward parted his legs slightly, wanting Jonathan to take even more advantage of what little space was left between them. Jonathan smiled into the kiss as it lowered its lips back towards Edward's.

"You know," Jonathan murmured, its voice low and husky. "If we were together, we wouldn't have to hide anything from each other."

"O-oh? What makes you say that-" Jonathan cut Edward off with another kiss. Edward kissed it back, completely unaware of Jonathan reaching into the drawer and pulling out its flannel.

"Have you stolen other things from me for your own pleasure? Or did you just take advantage of me leaving it here? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Jonathan asked, pulling back just enough to speak.

Edward blinked. "What?"

Jonathan rolled its eyes and grabbed Edward's shirt collar, pinning him against the wall. It then held the flannel against Edward's cheek. "Does this belong to you?"

"No," Edward said quickly. "It belongs to you."

Jonathan sighed and loosened its grip on Edward's shirt collar. "And why is that, Edward?"

Edward's eyes widened. Jonathan knew. Somehow, somehow, Jonathan had found out what he had done. He felt panic rising inside as Jonathan flashed him a sadistic smile. "Did you really think you could hide things from me forever?" it asked mockingly.

"I... I didn't-"

"Shhhh!" Jonathan interrupted, raising one finger to silence him. Edward stayed silent. "You can't lie to me anymore."

"I... I was only..." Edward stammered helplessly, unable to finish the sentence. He didn't dare look into Jonathan's eyes, fearing what he might see there. Fearful that he might find out what a terrible person Edward truly was.

Jonathan smiled again and kissed Edward tenderly. "Don't worry, Eddy boy."

Edward closed his eyes as Jonathan caressed his cheek. He felt Jonathan's warm breath against his ear. "I won't tell anyone."

Edward opened his eyes and gazed into Jonathan's. He could see the sincerity in Jonathan's eyes. He could see the love Jonathan felt for him. And he knew that Jonathan would never betray him. Never.

Jonathan pressed a soft kiss to Edward's forehead. Edward felt Jonathan's lips against his skin as Jonathan slowly eased its way down his forehead. When Jonathan reached his chin, it trailed kisses down to his neck, and then it rested it against his throat for a moment. It lingered there, pressing tiny kisses into Edward's neck. It nibbled at his Adam's apple.

Edward closed his eyes as a small moan escaped his lips.

Jonathan chuckled, running its teeth along Edward's jawline. It continued kissing its way across Edward's neck until it reached his collarbone.

"You taste so sweet, Edward," Jonathan said quietly, taking a few nips of Edward's flesh.

Edward bit his bottom lip and squeezed Jonathan's shoulders. He could feel his arousal building up within him again, threatening to spill over at any second.

Jonathan removed its lips from Edward's neck and trailed butterfly kisses down his chest. Its tongue grazed his skin, causing goosebumps to form all over Edward's body.

"Jonathan," Edward moaned as Jonathan began to trail kisses back up towards his lips. "Please."

"Yes, Eddy boy." Jonathan whispered huskily against his lips, kissing him softly.

Edward reached down and grasped hold of Jonathan's shirt as he guided it to lie down next to him. They fell onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs. Edward pulled Jonathan closer, desperately trying to close the distance between their bodies. Their kiss deepened, becoming more intense as the need grew greater and greater.

Jonathan's hands roamed over Edward's naked skin and he arched upwards into its touch. Jonathan smiled against his lips and began placing gentle kisses down Edward's jawline.

Edward's legs tightened around Jonathan, pulling it impossibly closer. Edward moaned again, his whole body shaking in anticipation.

"I want you, Jonathan."

Jonathan didn't wait for him to finish his confession before it tugged at Edward's belt. With a quick motion it pushed his pants down his hips. Edward let his knees fall open for Jonathan as it slipped its fingers underneath the fabric of Edward's underwear.

Jonathan took in a sharp breath through its nose as its fingers brushed against Edward's erect cock.

Edward groaned as Jonathan began to play with his member, slowly stroking it with its fingers. Edward's entire body shuddered with every stroke. Jonathan smirked as it brought its hand to the base of Edward's shaft. It massaged it slowly, moving in and out of Edward's length.

Edward cried out in pleasure as it began to pump him. The feeling was incredible.

Jonathan kept working him, rubbing circles in between Edward's thighs with its free hand. A low, lusty growl vibrated through Jonathan's chest, reverberating throughout the room as it continued to stroke Edward relentlessly. Edward clenched Jonathan's hair in his fist, letting out a loud whine from the sensation.

Jonathan finally looked up at Edward with an evil smirk. "You sound like you are enjoying yourself."

Edward nodded eagerly.

Jonathan smirked again and began to stroke harder, faster, sensing how close he was. Edward let out a loud gasp as he came, spilling his seed all over the bed sheets below.

Jonathan's breathing became ragged and heavy as it stared hungrily at Edward's body. It pulled back, looking down at Edward with a smirk. It licked his cum off its fingers, and then licked him clean as it stared into Edward's wide green eyes, which were still glazed over.

Jonathan laid back down beside Edward, their bodies still intertwined. Edward stared up at the ceiling, too exhausted to move or do anything. All he could think about was how nice it felt to have Jonathan's weight over him and how amazing his kisses were. And how much Edward loved having him as close as possible.

After a few minutes of laying there, Jonathan spoke. "Hey," it mumbled. Edward turned his head towards Jonathan. "Do you remember when we first met?"

Edward thought for a moment. "Yeah, we were at the Iceberg Lounge and you were only there to try and find someone to help you get the drugs you needed. And you were drunk off your ass, weren't you? You told me everything was my fault, and that I made you sick."

Jonathan laughed softly. "That sounds about right."

Edward grinned and snuggled further into Jonathan's side, wrapping his arm securely around Jonathan's waist. "So you admit it."

Jonathan shrugged. "Well, yes. That's what alcohol does to us sometimes. But I'm not mad at you, Eddie."

"Hm, maybe you should be."

"Oh really? What makes you think that?"

"Because I was a jerk."

Jonathan chuckled. "Well, yeah, but you're my jerk now. Right, Eddie?" Edward smiled brightly. "Right."

"Now let's sleep," Jonathan said. Edward nodded, closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Edward."

"Night, Jonathan."

Edward fell asleep in Jonathan's embrace, feeling better than he had in years.

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