It hasn't been the first time this week that Edward has found himself gazing longingly at Carlisle tending to the rose bush in the garden of his contemporary mansion. In fact, it has been the third. And its only Wednesday. On Tuesday he was interrupted by a very confused Jasper who had walked in to find Edward stroking his silver, shining cock.
Sometimes he fantasises about Jasper. Or Emmett. And even on some occasions, Edward's golden, longing eyes had wandered to a certain canine's ripped body, his torso with its rock hard abs and his hugely developed biceps which could hold Edward lovingly, strongly. Arms that would make an emotionally fragile, gentle vampire like Edward feel safe and secure. The night he imagined himself and Jacob getting freaky wolfie style was the night he happened to spunk all over Bella's hair. By accident of course.
Oh yeah, Edward ponders. Bella. She's kind of hot in a "I can't do much better" kind of way. It was true. To be a homosexual vampire, was to be an outcasted vampire. The Volturi would laugh at him; and Carlisle would throw him out of the family, which would be a disaster within itself, as Edward would no longer be able to glare with such passionate lust at the older vampire's golden locks and obvious bulge.
So for the third time in three days, Edward's body tenses with the knowledge that his straining hard-on will not be able to live in peace much longer. Small, cold, feminine hands will visciously rip down the zipper of his restricting skinny jeans and journey into the cotton of his boxer shorts. Edward groans in pleasure as he cups his boner.
Edward is particularly enjoying himself today, rubbing himself that little bit faster, causing him to moan loudly in ecstasy. Carlisle with his razor-sharp hearing looks up at this, directly to the window where Edward can be seen pleasuring himself. Carlisle bolts to the window and climbs in within a split second to the suprise of Edward, whose face flushed red in embarrassment and horror.
"Carlisle, what are you-" Carlisle silences Edward with a finger and lowers his other hand to the zip on his trousers, whilst keeping his eyes locked on Edward's.
"I know you want this Edward," Carlisle retorts, his voice dripping with lust, "I saw you watching me"
"I was thinking about Bella," Edward replies weakly. Carlisle nods with an amused look on his porcelain features and pushes Edward's head down so he is level with his incredible bulge.
Edward takes Carlisle's length in his mouth and marvels at how something so wrong can feel so right. Carlisle groans above him, giving frequent words of encouragement.
"Oh," He moans, "Take it Eddy!" Edward never imagined that he his stepfather would be so vocal. After several minutes of determined sucking and licking, Carlisle's upper legs and thighs tense and a few seconds later white waves crashed into Edward's mouth - who gladly swallows the older man's love juices - regardless of the taste.
Carlisle leaves the room without a word, but Edward doesn't mind. The look in Carlisle's beautiful eyes tells him that this could be a regular occurrence. Edward is pleased knowing that he will not have to suffer in silence because of Bella's unsatisfactory performance in the bedroom any longer.
