Back to the Hotel

Disclaim, disclaim, disclaim:
The Boys aren't mine.
I make no money from this.
I mean no harm.
Please don't sue, I'm worth jack shit.

AN: This is: Rather kinky. I never thought I had it in me. And to think, I got this idea at work. O_o

Reviews are good, constructive criticism is good, too. Just be kind, or I'll throw garlic powder on you.
Really. I've done it before. Ask my friend Tina. I got fired for it, too. ^_^


Once upon a time, Bono and Edge were walking down some city street together window shopping. They took a turn down a side-street and noticed a box laying on the ground. It was sort of in the gutter at the foot of the sidewalk. Something in Edge said, "Pick it up."
So he did. He looked over the box. It was kind of unusual, not your traditional cubicle shipping box, nor a gifvingving box. The little voice in his head paralleled it to a box of cling wrap, but it was bigger and heavier.
Edge found a label on it, and Bono watched as Edge's eyes glazed over. "Bono," Edge said very low and breathy, "We have to go back to the hotel."
Bono started to question him, but from the look in Edge's eyes he knew it had to be something very worth while.
Back in the hotel room, Bono searched for places to put all the stuff they'd bought while Edge retreated into the bathroom with both arms wrapped tightly around the box. It took him a few minutes, but Bono (amazingly) found places for everything, and waited (amazingly) patiently for Edge to emerge from the bathroom. He heard a soft and mild profanity, and a moderately loud crash, then louder, less mild profanity.
After a few more minutes, Edge emerged with the box, still unopened, and was balancing the hotel's hair dryer he had managed to pry from the wall on top of the box as he made his way to the bed. Bono followed slowly and closely behind him, dying of curiosity.
"Well? What is it that you found?"
Edge sort of ignored him and muttered almost to himself, "I hope this hairdryer gets hot enough... I tweaked it a little bit in the bathroom, I hope it works okay." Without so much as glancing in Bono's direction, he undressed and lay on his back on the bed and closed his eyes and began breathing deeply, evenly.
Bono just stared at him, noticing he was already obviously and very aroused. He fidgeted, expecting some sort of cue and was excited by just the waiting process. Finally he spoke up. "Ehm, did you, want me to get undressed too?"
Edge gasped. He'd zoned out and forgotten Bono was even there. "Ah...! I don't know... Yes... It doesn't matter, whatever you want to do is okay." He closed his eyes again. He let out a short moan and writhed, probably at a particularly delectable thought.
Bono's eyes widened at the display, making to undress as well. But, he thought better of it; This is something for Edge, and settled for kicking off his shoes. He sat cross-legged on the bed next to Edge, the side opposite the box and hair dryer. "What do you want me to do?"
As he waited for a response, Bono stroked a hand up and down Edge's side and over his shoulder.
Edge pressed into his touches and gasped, "Open the box."
Bono reached and tried to pick the box up with his free hand and had to reluctantly pull his other hand away to two-hand it. Before obliging Edge's request, he took a quick perusal of the same label that made Edge's eyes glaze over.
"Ship to..." he read to himself, "...manufactured by... 200 yards of..." Ohmy......
And he quickly tore into the box.
Edge opened his eyes at the sound of cardboard being mutilated. "I can't believe it," he whispered. "I've wanted to try this... Using this stuff for so long, but I've always been a bit, hesitant at ordering it."
Bono straddled his legs, peeling off the starting layer and looked at Edge through it. "You could have always said it was to wrap your guitar cases in for shipping."
"...Damn you." Edge glared at him.
"Sit up."
Edge did so and assumed his preferred arrangement; right hand up over his shoulder, right over the muscle where the neck and shoulder meet, and left hand splayed over his stomach, just below his belly button.
"Now?" Bono asked.
"Now."
Bono had found that the first round was always a trick, tryingget get it to stick, but once the sheet had come all the way around and started layering, it was all down hill from there.
Three, four... Seven eight times around his shoulders, chest, and abdomen, Bono started to notice Edge's breathing pattern change, quicker and shallower from both his heightening pleasure and the constriction of movement.
"How much more?"o aso asked on his twentieth round.
"Just... a couple... Then go lower," Edge gasped, trying to keep breathing and not holding his breath.
Bono pressed a kiss to Edge's forehead, trying to work the very large roll between them as he did. "Take it easy, baby. I don't want to have to cut you out if you pass out again." Edge lay back on the bed and used his legs to push himself up off the mattress.
Bono took a couple seconds to suck on Edge's cock before wrapping it up next to his body, sandwiched between flesh and layer upon layer of the clear film. He always marveled at how with each progressing layer, Edge gradually disappeared from fleshy pink to milky white.
Thirteen, fourteen... "How does it feel, love?"
Thirteen, fourteen... "Ooohmmmm... Glorious... Fucking unbelievable... I know what's next..."
Edge lowered himself onto the bed and raised his legs, Bono wrapping them together.
"God Bono, hurry... I'm too close..."
Bono quickly finished at his ankles, never having been able to figure how to do feet, and sprang from the bed to get scissors to get rid of the cumbersome roll. Back at Edge's side, he placed another kiss on his forehead, trying to soothe and quiet him. "It'll be over before you even get started."
Edge nodded simply and gasped. "No mask today... Can't breathe as it is, got it so tight this time..." Bono nodded as well, knowing what he was to do next. He fished around behind the bedstand for a few seconds to plug in the hairdryer, flipped it on and instantly felt it's tweaked heat level. How does he know how to do this? he always wonders.
"Where do you want me to start this?" he asked, gazing into Edge's eyes. Eye contact was nearly pointless, though. His eyes were unfocused and too clouded with arousal.
Edge bit his lip in thought, closed his eyes. "Le-... No, shoulder." Breath in, out. In, out.
Bono focused and shifted, hairdryer in hand.
"Ready?"
"......Ready," came out as a sigh.
Unsure of the heat of the machine and how close he could get it, Bono started at about ten inches away Edge's cocoon and waited for a response from the plastic. It shifted, turning sharp valleys into smoothed hills.
But there was more of a response from Edge; A moan, and "So warm... like you..."
Bono licked his lips and wanted to be in there with him.
He inched it closer and the wrap smoothed that much faster, and soon there were no wrinkles or folds, just a smooth plane of pearly plastic. Bono reached out and touched the small exspanse, surprised at how hot it was. He couldn't imagine how it was to Edge.
A quick whimper from Edge told him to get back to his work. "More. Now."
Bono complied and tried holding it closer to start, the wrap shrinking and smoothing instantly.
He worked his way around Edge's shoulders, and in a couple short minutes had nearly a square foot transformed.
Bono noticed how quick Edge's breathing had gotten. "Reg, you still with me?" He waited a few seconds. "I'm stopping."
Edge's eyes flew open. "NO!!" he hollered. "God, do more, do-more."
Bono shook his head. "No, it's too dangerous, we don't know what we're doing. I'm stopping."
Edge managed to clear his eyes. "Please, keep going. I'm okay. I need this."
And Bono relented, and resumed his work.
"Do my back first. All of it." He did as he was told, gently rolling Edge to his stomach where he let out a long, low groan. Bono held the dryer as close as he could without smelling something akin to burning birthday candles, and working steadily he finished Edge's back and sides in ten minutes or so.
Rolling him back over, Bono noticed Edge had started to tremble. "Still okay?" He simply nodded his response.
Back to work, Bono worked down the contours of Edge's arms, over the rest of his chest and stomach until the only lines visible were where the edges of the wrap lapsed over onto other layers.
He started to heat the thickness surrounding Edge's pelvis, and just as it started to constrict, Edge shrieked at him, "NO! Not yet!! Legs first, legs, legs legs, do my legs first, last, do that last."
Three, four minutes and Edge's legs were completely shrink-wrapped, leaving just the area around the most sensitive of areas.
So close, Edge was squirming inside his prison, thrusting and rocking himself the best his confinement would allow.
Bono looked back up at Edge's face, saw his jaw and lip trembling. He switched off the hairdryer for a moment and laid it aside, bringing himself to face level with Edge. "You're so close now, aren't you love?" Edge nodded and whined his dismay at Bono's halt in his duties.
Bono stretched out next to Edge and brought a hand to his face. He wiped beads of sweat from Edge's brow, "You're so hot in there now, aren't you?" A nod. "It makes you think of how I feel next to you, doesn't it?" Another nod, and Bono gently kissed his mouth. "I'm the one that makes you like this. Not this fetish, but it's me, isn't it." Edge pursed his lips and shook his head violently "yes." Bono picked the dryer back up and flipped it on, directing it over the final area.
"And all this time, I've wanted to be in there with you, just me making you like this, bringing you this far and the rest of the way..."
He watched as the last of the roughness melted away to only an oval bulge. Bono turned off and threw away the dryer and placed his hand over the still-hot spot, pressing the heato hto his hand and deeper into Edge's flesh.
"You're almost there, love" he chanted in Edge's ear. "Almost there, we're almost there," as he pressed himself into Edge's side, grinding against him and rubbing himself through his pants. Edge's voice was caught in his throat. "It's okay, love, scream for me, it's only been me, just me. Scream for me."
He let his voice go into high, crescendoing moans, the extra use of air making the dizziness in his head spiral out of control
And he was there, screaming Bono's name and moaning and writhing.
Bono pulled back to watch as Edge's muscles tensed and strained under his restraints, knowing the lack of motion made it that much harder, that much better.
He pulled himself back into Edge's side, thrusting against him until they were calling eachothers names together, writhing until they couldn't anymore and lay still together.
As soon as his head cleared, Bono found the scissors again and cut Edge free, letting him breathe normally again as they held each other, just lying together.