Good morning!
Here we are with the next chapter. I want to thank all my reviewers. I'm really glad you liked reading.
I'll go ahead and admit that the title is a little cheesy, but I kinda like it that way. If you're anything like me, you're gonna need tissue or emotions of steel for this one.
Other warnings should be typical for a Slash story, so if you're not old enough, go back now.
Ooh, and I forgot. I'm not Stephenie Meyer, and I don't own Twilight. Honestly, would I be writing fan fiction if I were?
Song and lyrics are also not mine, but it is an awesome song.
Enjoy!
Sweet Child of Mine
The observation room Rosalie was inside was dim, and an ER nurse was checking all of her IVs when Carlisle stepped in with Alice still up in his arms. The burns on Rosalie's face weren't too extensive, but her breathing was labored and short. Her eyes were barely open, but the moment her eyes found Carlisle's, she smiled.
He put Alice down and leaned down to whisper to her. "Wait outside with Edward, okay? I'll talk to your mom and then you can. Okay?"
Alice glanced at her mother, and another set of tears slipped down her cheeks. Carlisle wiped her cheeks and kissed her forehead before Edward stepped in to guide her outside.
"Come on, Smalls," Edward grinned.
Carlisle leaned close to Edward and kissed his cheek, whispering so the girls wouldn't hear. "Call my father," he requested.
Edward nodded silently directing Alice and Isabella to the hallway.
The moment Carlisle was alone with his baby sister, another wave of emotion hit him as he stepped closer to her bed. Her left leg was wrapped in a heavy ace bandage and her arm was too. Her stomach was bandaged heavily, and several parts of her face glistened in the fluorescent light above her bed from ointments for her burns.
"Hey," she whispered hoarsely. "I know you."
Carlisle laughed softly. Of course she would joke at a time like this.
Rosalie had always been the one to keep their family together for the most part. She was strong and determined, and she never let anyone think she couldn't hold her own despite getting married at eighteen. When Carlisle had come out to their mother and father, and their brother Jasper, Rosalie had been the one to stand between the two much taller men and defend her oldest brother for his choices — and that had been shortly after getting married, six months pregnant with Emmet by her side. It had taken a lot of crying and screaming and disowning to get everyone back on the same page and Carlisle back in his father's graces. Jasper hadn't been as forgiving, but it was an impossible situation.
Now that she was laying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines with drugs pumping through her veins to keep her from feeling all the pain she was in, Carlisle felt lost. His baby sister was dying, and he didn't know what to do with himself.
"None of that," she demanded, her voice shaky.
He pulled a stool up to her bedside and took her hand in his. "Beautiful Rose," he cried.
Tears slipped from her eyes, and she smiled. "Carlie."
"Did they — Do you know about Emmett?"
She nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. He wrapped his hand around the back of hers and kissed her fingers. "My babies," she pleaded.
"They're okay," Carlisle promised quickly. "Kate checked them out. They barely had scratches. Alice is — Well, she's not . . . doing so good."
"I'm sorry," Rosalie cried, choking over her tears and shaking harder.
Carlisle stood up and leaned over her. "Don't apologize for being hurt," he begged. "It's okay. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. I swear."
She held onto him as tight as she could though it wasn't very much. "I don't want to — But I can't leave — Emmett," she sobbed.
He kissed her head, holding her gently and pressing his cheek into her forehead. "I know, baby girl," he soothed. "I know."
She cried another minute, causing distress on her lungs, and Carlisle leaned back a little to get ice from the cup next to her bed. He gave her a piece, glancing back to see Edward watching through the window.
"Did you call Dad?" Rosalie asked, gasping for air softly.
"Edward's calling him now. Don't worry. He'll come. I'll tell him everything."
She glanced at the door. "Did you call Jasper?"
Carlisle tucked his chin to his chest. "No," he admitted.
"Don't," she commanded, her voice suddenly strong.
He looked at her, seeing more conviction than he'd ever seen in her brilliant blue eyes that matched his so much. "Rose, he's our brother," Carlisle exclaimed.
"And you know what he'll do," she accused. "If Dad calls him, then fine. But I'm going to tell you what I told Emmett. I want Ali and Bells to stay with you. I don't want anyone else to have them. Carlisle, please."
He gently rubbed her forehead. "Okay. Of course. You know I'll do it. But why me? Why not Kate or Tanya?"
Rosalie grasped onto his arms weakly. "This is their home," she pressed. "They know you. And they love you. I didn't know what I was doing when I had Ali, but I figured it out. And so will you. I know you'll take good care of them. I know you'll teach them what's right. I don't want them to end up like him."
Carlisle laid his forehead against hers. "I will," he swore.
She nodded slightly. "Good. Now let me see my girls."
He didn't move for half a minute, but then he stood up and stepped back to the door to let Edward in with Alice and Isabella.
Carlisle pulled Edward into a corner after sitting Alice and Isabella in front of their mother, and he stood in his husband's arms watching as more memories of Rosalie and Emmett came rushing back.
He'd been in the delivery room with them when Alice and Isabella had been born. He'd changed more diapers than he could count. He'd fed, bathed and played with his nieces more than any other member of his family. When Rosalie said she wanted the girls to be with him, he knew what she was talking about, and he wanted to follow all her wishes. But his gut told him it wouldn't be that simple.
"Now," Rosalie said to her girls after several minutes of whispering. "Go outside with Edward so I can talk to your Uncle, okay? Please, baby."
Alice was sobbing again, and she leaned closer to hug her mother. For a few seconds, she didn't let go, crying and squeezing. Then she moved away without saying anything. Isabella kissed her mother's cheek.
"I love you, Mommy," she whispered. "Say hi to Daddy for me."
Rosalie wrapped her arms around her baby, squeezing her tightly and stroking her hair. "Oh, baby, I promise I will."
Carlisle stepped closer to the bed then, helping Isabella down from the bed. Edward barely hesitated lifting her in his arms. He leaned closer to Carlisle, kissing him and whispering.
"I'll take them across the street. Doc's is still open."
Carlisle nodded, watching him leave with the girls.
The moment they were gone, Carlisle turned to face his sister.
"She's grown up so much in the last year," Rosalie cried. "She shouldn't even know what's going on — but she does."
Carlisle took his sister's hand in his, grasping onto it gently. "She'll be okay. She'll miss you, but I promise I won't let her forget you."
"I know you won't." She cleared her throat and sat up a little further. "Now, come on. We need to do this right, and — Well, I don't know how much longer I'll have to do this when I'm coherent."
Reluctantly, Carlisle reached for the nurse call button, hoping Kate would come since she would know what to do when Rosalie told her what was going to happen.
Kate came like Carlisle hoped, slipping into the room quietly. "Hey," she said and moved closer to the bed. "What can I get you two?"
Rosalie spoke before Carlisle had a chance. "I need you to bring Garrett," she requested, though with Rosalie, it almost always came out like a commandment.
Kate looked at Carlisle, and he bowed his head still holding Rosalie's hands in his own. The room was silent a moment, and Kate stepped closer to the bed lowering her voice.
"Are you sure?" she asked Rosalie.
The incredulity on Rosalie's faced was hard to miss. "Of course I'm sure. Now go."
Kate glanced at Carlisle and then turned to leave the room. She didn't argue, but she looked at them one more time before she left.
Kate's husband Garrett came back with her after about ten minutes. It was already passed midnight, and with graveyard shift starting, a new set of doctors, nurses and technicians were coming on to work. But as one of the hospital legal advisors, Garrett Pratt was on call all hours any of his colleagues or supervisors needed him.
He was a tall man, like most of the men in their family even if he'd married into it. He had wavy blond hair and a very determined pair of hazel eyes. With it being so late, his suit was somewhat disheveled, and he already had stubble forming over his jaw. The moment he saw Carlisle and Rosalie, he gave them both a sympathetic, if not warm smile as he moved into the room with his wife.
"It's kind of late," he chuckled, reaching for Carlisle's hand.
Carlisle met him halfway. "Isn't it always?"
Garrett nodded and looked at Rosalie. "Are you sure about this, Rose?" he asked. "You know I can't make any promises."
She didn't hesitate. "I'm sure. I don't want Jasper raising my girls. He's never home, and he would take them away from their home. I know a few people won't like it, including Jasper, but I trust Carlisle. My children know him and Edward, and they trust him. And I need you to make sure no one can change what I want."
"I don't have anything against Carlisle," he assured her with a nod in Carlisle's direction. "But you know Jasper will file papers to contest this. And you know Rina will help him. I can't stop them from doing that."
"They can contest all the fuck they want," Rosalie stated bluntly. "Until they're blue in the face and their dicks shrivel up and fall off. Alice and Isabella are my girls, and now that Emmett . . . is — " For a few seconds, she lost her composure, clenching her teeth, and Carlisle held her hands tighter. She squeezed back, lifting her eyes to Garrett. "It's my decision where they go and who takes care of them. And by doing this, it makes it legal. Please."
Garrett smiled gently, laying his briefcase on the end of the bed. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it," he assured her. He looked at Carlisle. "I'll do it. You're family. How can I not? But you both need to know the procedures. And you need to prepare yourself for anything that might happen. Because we both know it won't be easy, even after this is filed. Jasper will think up anything and everything he can to have this voided out."
"Like I said," Rosalie huffed. "Let him try."
Garrett pulled a manila folder out of his briefcase, sat down and opened his pen. He didn't speak for several minutes writing on the papers in front of him. Carlisle tried not to watch what he was writing, but it wasn't easy. Not many people in their family would like this or agree with it. Even after Rosalie signed papers stating what she wanted for her children, Carlisle knew he would have to file his own papers. He knew this wouldn't be easy, but he couldn't say no to his baby sister. How could he when she was laying in a hospital bed like this?
"Read this," Garrett said as soon as he was finished writing. "We'll go from here."
In the end, Rosalie decided she wanted Carlisle to have control over anything concerning her girls. She wanted him to be their contact at school, as well as their doctor if anything happened to them. Garrett made notes and pulled his laptop out to have everything documented. After Rosalie and Carlisle signed all the hard copies along with a digital copy on the laptop, Kate adjusted Rosalie's IV, and she and Garrett left the two siblings alone. It was almost one, but Carlisle couldn't think about anything but sitting with his sister.
"When's Dad coming?" Rosalie asked hoarsely.
Carlisle grasped her hand looking at the clock across from her bed. "I don't know. He's probably coming in from Rochester. Don't worry about him. You need your rest. I'm right here, Rose. I'm not going anywhere."
She inhaled raggedly, holding his hand weakly, and her eyes fluttered as she exhaled. "It's too quiet," she complained.
Carlisle couldn't help smiling. He looked around seeing the door closed. "What should I do about that?"
A little smile pricked at the left corner of her mouth. "Sing for me."
Breath caught in his throat, and he almost refused. He hadn't sung for his baby sister in nearly four years. The last time had been when Isabella had been two and sick with pneumonia. Rosalie had been so scared, and though her baby's prognosis had been good, no one else had been able to calm her except for Carlisle.
He didn't want for this to be the last time, but how could he say no?
"What do you want to hear?" he asked softly.
"You know the one."
Carlisle smiled and nodded.
"She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry . . ."
Rosalie's little smile grew, and Carlisle squeezed her hand, remembering how much she loved this song and how she made him learn it just so he could sing it to her when she needed to hear it. She closed her eyes and tears slid from them slowly.
"Whoa, oh, oh, sweet child o' mine
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain . . ."
Carlisle's ears picked up on the heart monitor next to her bed, and all he could hear was the alarm going off as she slipped into an irregular heart beat. The doctor in him told him to call for a nurse, but as Rosalie's brother, he knew she didn't want to be hooked up to machines meant to keep her alive. So instead of doing what his instincts told him, he kept singing.
"Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by
Whoa, oh, oh, sweet child o' mine . . ."
The sound of another alarm caught his attention, this one signaling tachycardia, and the alarm after that showed arrhythmia. Carlisle held his breath, listening to his sister take her last and pressing his forehead to hers as the monitor showed asystole. This alarm was silent to the room, Carlisle could hear it in his head. He'd heard it a hundred times no matter how much he wanted to deny it. This time was different.
"Whoa, oh, oh, oh, sweet love of mine . . ."
Carlisle couldn't move for several minutes, listening to the quiet and wishing there was more. What was he supposed to do? Where was he supposed to go? Who was he supposed to call?
The door creaking open took his attention from his sister, and he felt tears leave his eyes as he looked to see Kate there alone. If he got up and let her hold him the way it looked like she wanted to, he would have to admit that it was all real. This wasn't a dream he was having, and he wasn't still laying on the couch with Edward. His brother-in-law was really gone. His sister was really gone. His nieces were really all alone.
Kate laid her hand over his shoulder, squeezing, comforting, and nothing could stop the sob that escaped his mouth. Without meaning to, he allowed her to turn him away from Rosalie, and in seconds, he was sobbing harder than he had earlier. The last time he'd cried like this, his mother had died after a long fight with cancer. It had nearly killed his father. Carlisle had no idea how this was going to affect the rest of his family.
Carlisle knew he couldn't sit there forever. He knew he had to move or he would never get up again. But the longer he sat there in Kate's arms, the more he realized his trouble was only just beginning. He still had to call his father. Someone would have to call Jasper even if Rosalie didn't want him there. Carlisle couldn't lose it right now. He still had to tell Alice and Isabella.
"I don't know what to do," he whispered. "I feel so lost."
Kate leaned back then leveling her eyes with his which was easy since he was sitting down. "Right now you're going to take Ali and Bells home. You're going to let me and Garrett talk to Uncle Rick, and you're going to leave this room without looking back."
Carlisle stared at her without thinking about what she was saying. He knew she was right, but he couldn't make out what she was telling him. Leave without looking back? Why? Wasn't he supposed to be here where his sister needed him? He couldn't look behind him at the bed where he knew she was lying motionless. But he couldn't get up either.
Kate took his hands in hers, pulled him to his feet easily and then guided him to the door. She didn't give him a chance to think about it. "It doesn't seem like it now," she said as they walked, "but everything's going to be okay. I'll help you, and so will Garrett. We'll call Tanya too."
They were in the ambulance bay outside the emergency room before Carlisle became aware of his surroundings again, and from where Kate deposited him, he could see Doc's as it still bustled with late-night activity. A man in a grey jacket was coming out the front door, and Carlisle's eyes skimmed the front windows spotting Edward and the girls in a booth.
Carlisle suddenly remembered what he had to do, and he was grateful to have Edward with him.
"Carlisle," Kate said softly.
He looked at her after half a minute of watching Edward, and he nudged her back toward the hospital. "I'll call my father," he declared. "It's better that he hear it from me, and you shouldn't be in the middle of this."
"Well, I am. And I mean what I said. Everything's going to be okay. If you need anything, just call me. Please."
He stepped forward, moving his arms around her. "Thank you," he whispered.
She didn't have to say anything back squeezing him until he let go.
Carlisle stepped away slowly, and after another half a minute, she went back inside. The moment she was gone, Carlisle pulled out his own phone and scrolled through the list of names belonging to his family. Rosalie's name came up the most, but not before their father or their brother. Carlisle debated for several seconds on what to do finally settling on his father's name and hitting the speed dial.
"Hello?"
"Did Edward call you?"
His father's voice was tired but anxious. Carlisle didn't have to ask if he knew what was going on. He could tell from the way he spoke just one word.
"Yes."
Carlisle felt the words get stuck in his throat. "Rose is — She's . . . gone," he exhaled as more tears fell from his eyes.
"How long?"
Carlisle pushed out another breath. "Just now."
"What about my grandchildren?"
The hard edge in his father's voice was hard to miss, and Carlisle felt like he was eight having to explain why the vase in the front entryway got broken. "They're fine," he assured his father. "They'll be with me."
"And Edward?"
Carlisle tried to ignore the harsh tone in his father's voice. "Yes."
"I'll be there tomorrow."
"Yes, sir."
That ended the conversation, and Carlisle shut off his phone feeling a cold, soft snowflake fall on his cheek. He lifted his eyes to see a thin blanket of snow falling. He hadn't even realized it was that cold. He tried to remember whether Edward had on a coat. Had they grabbed their coats on the way out of the house? He couldn't remember.
He moved from that spot a half a minute after talking to his father, leaving the ambulance bay and making his way across the street. There was no traffic, but it was wet, and he had to be careful. The cold air finally began to settle into his bones just before he stepped into the vestibule of the old diner, and he shivered slightly, somewhat grateful for the sensation. At least he wasn't numb — yet.
"Since when do you not like tater tots?" Edward asked, his voice light and as upbeat as Carlisle had ever heard.
"Since now," Alice complained.
"Well, I want them," Isabella pleaded.
Carlisle listened and wished he could go back outside to have everything be the way it had been before he woke up on the couch with Edward. He couldn't go through this feeling like his chest was going to split open. But before he could step out unnoticed, Edward lifted his eyes from Alice as Isabella sat beside him.
There were no words for Carlisle to say to keep Edward from standing up and moving to where he'd stopped just inside the door. Isabella looked at him and then Alice did. Less than a minute passed before Edward was in front of him wrapping his arms around Carlisle's shoulders.
"It's okay," Edward whispered. "I'm here."
With a few patrons watching them, Carlisle should've been conscious of where his hands were, but he felt so lost that he didn't care where he was. He needed Edward's arms around him. He needed Edward's hands and his mouth on him. It was all he could think about aside from getting his nieces home and in bed so they could rest.
"Uncle Carlie," Alice said softly, making her presence known beside Edward. "Is Mom — I mean, is she g—"
Thick tears fell from her eyes, and Carlisle pulled away from Edward to lift her in his arms. A hard sob shook her body, and she held his neck so tight. He held her as close to him as he could without taking her inside him where he knew she would be safe.
"I'm so sorry," he cried barely loud enough for even himself to hear. "Baby, I'm so, so sorry. I wish — God, I wish this wasn't happening. But it's gonna be okay. I promise. I'm not leaving you, Alley Cat. I swear."
She didn't say anything, only sobbing against him, and he looked at Edward. He nodded for Edward to get Isabella. No more words were spoken as he collected Alice's sister from the booth, and they left the diner after having arrived at the hospital less than an hour and a half earlier.
The drive back to the house was quiet as Edward drove and Carlisle held Alice in his arms in the back seat while Isabella slept with her head over his leg. Carlisle kept thinking of everything he would have to do. He couldn't make sense of where to start first. His father was coming. Would he bring Jasper? What would they think of Alice and Isabella staying with him even after everything Rosalie had said she wanted? Jasper would probably be disgusted. He'd never approved of Carlisle's life, and he had only met Edward once. The meeting had not gone so well — Carlisle hadn't expected it to. But he'd never asked his younger brother to accept his choices — only that he respect them.
Carlisle thought about the first time he'd found out his mother was going to have Rosalie and Jasper. Even before they'd been born, she'd had names picked out. She'd included Carlisle in nearly every decision, even how to decorate the nursery. The day they'd come home, everyone had been happy — mostly because they'd all come home healthy and on time. But no one had been happier than Carlisle. He'd only been five, but no one could stop him from being just a little too excited. Elise Cullen had let her little boy hold his newborn sister that first night, and when Rosalie had gone to sleep in Carlisle's arms, she'd seen something she knew she would never see again. She'd never seen two souls bond like that, not so quickly or so completely. That's what she'd always told Carlisle up to the day she'd died.
Street lights lined the sidewalk to the house, and Edward parked behind Carlisle's Mercedes before stepping to the back door to get Isabella. She went to him without hesitating, and it made Carlisle realize something. Twenty years might have separated Edward and Isabella, but they'd bonded so quickly and completely in such a short period of time. Carlisle knew Edward would protect Bella to his last breath. It was scary and upsetting, but by now, nothing could be done to change it.
"Are you okay?" Edward asked, watching Carlisle rise from the back seat.
Slowly, Carlisle leaned closer to his husband, pressing his forehead to Edward's and allowing their breath to mingle as it vaporized around them. Alice stirred in Carlisle's arms, but he didn't move for half a minute kissing Edward gently and then nodding. "I'll be all right," he promised.
Edward leaned closer and kissed Carlisle a little deeper, cupping his face and then lowering his hand down Carlisle's back to press as much of their torsos together as the two girls in their arms permitted.
"I'm here for you," Edward exhaled against Carlisle's mouth. "No matter what. I swear."
Carlisle combed his fingers through Edward's hair rubbing their noses together. "I know. And I can't begin to tell you how much that means to me."
"Uncle Eddie, it's cold," Isabella complained.
Edward instinctively held her closer, and Carlisle nudged him to the sidewalk so they could go inside. The snow was a little thicker now, and Edward's hair was already damp. He hurried up the front steps to the porch shaking his head to free the snow and then smiling at Carlisle. The front door unlocked gently, and the inside of the house was warm despite the fireplace burning low.
Together, they locked up the front of the house and then hurried upstairs to put the girls to bed. Carlisle turned up the thermostat as he passed it following Edward to one of the guest rooms. They laid the girls down at the same time, and Carlisle pulled a couple of extra blankets from the closet. Edward tucked Isabella in kissing her cheek and stroking her hair. Carlisle watched with a little trepidation. He knew how much Edward loved these girls. Despite only knowing them the last few years, it was clear to Carlisle that if anything or anyone took Alice or Isabella from Edward, it would devastate him.
Edward sat in front of Isabella stroking her cheek as she slept, and even in her sleep, she lifted her hand to his.
"She knew what was going on," Edward whispered, his eyes shining with rare tears. "The whole time Kate and I tried to keep her occupied, she knew something was wrong with Rose. And she knew it was bad."
Carlisle tucked Alice in moving around to sit behind Edward and wrapping his arms around him. "Children are resilient," he recited from earlier.
"I keep telling myself that. But it doesn't make it any easier."
Carlisle lifted his hand to the back of Edward's head kissing his neck. Edward lifted his hand to Carlisle's as it rested over his heart.
"I love you," Edward promised turning his head, and Carlisle kissed his cheek.
"I love you," Carlisle whispered laying his head against Edward's.
Seconds passed as Edward turned his head to face Carlisle, and their lips met gently at first. Tongues sought and found what they needed, and Carlisle pulled Edward closer just as Isabella whispered.
"I want pancakes in the morning."
Edward laughed releasing Carlisle and leaning over to kiss her forehead before he pulled Carlisle off the bed and out of the guest room.
The cold wood floor creaked as they walked to the next floor where their room was situated, and Carlisle caught Edward just outside their bedroom door pressing him to the doorjamb to kiss him again. He thread his fingers through Edward's hair grasping and tugging as his tongue plunged inside Edward's mouth.
Edward was still wearing the shirt and jogging pants from before they'd left, and the shirt covering him was easy to get rid of. Carlisle lowered his mouth over Edward's neck and shoulders, bypassing his chest and stomach to pull the front of his jogging pants down. Edward was just beginning to get hard, and Carlisle capitalized on it pressing him lips to his boy's lower abdomen and wrapping his hand around Edward's hardening cock.
"Carlisle," Edward moaned. "Shouldn't we actually be inside our bedroom for this?"
No attention was paid to his plea. Carlisle was glued to the floor in front of him, and he didn't want to move. Edward grabbed handfuls of Carlisle's hair and bit back a moan as his tongue and then his lips came over the head of his cock. Carlisle didn't care about making noise, and he didn't give a shit about anyone catching them. All he cared about was the beautifully aroused man in front of him. He still had trouble thinking of Edward as a man after everything that had happened to him. But he was getting better at it.
Edward's jogging pants joined his shirt on the floor, and Carlisle rose swiftly to turn Edward to the doorjamb. He rubbed Edward's backside roughly, ripping his own shirt off and unbuttoning his pants without thinking of what he would do in the morning when he found stray buttons on the floor. He reached around Edward for his cock, stroking him a little too hastily and eliciting a soft cry from Edward's lips.
"Wait."
The fear in his voice stopped Carlisle cold, and he turned Edward to face him lifting his hands to Edward's face. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'm sorry."
He pulled Edward closer and kissed him gently. He absently kicked their clothes into the bedroom and stepped inside closing the door behind him.
The bed came more quickly than either of them expected. Edward sat on the bed facing Carlisle and wrapped his hands around Carlisle's thighs. He pushed the fabric of Carlisle's pants down and leaned forward until his mouth touched the trail of hair leading into Carlisle's boxer briefs. Carlisle was already hard and it nearly drove him crazy to watch Edward kiss him along the waistband of his underwear.
In just a few seconds Edward recovered from Carlisle's hasty attempt to fuck him against the door and turned it into one of the most erotic things they'd done since the first night they'd spent together. He rubbed Carlisle's ass through his underwear, kneading muscles at the back of Carlisle's thighs. His nose nudged the bulge in Carlisle's boxer briefs, and that action alone made Carlisle feel like he would come right there.
So little time had passed since they'd left their house to go to the hospital, and now they were back with two small children. The only brother Carlisle had really known was gone. The sister he'd loved more than breathing was gone. Carlisle needed some kind of reassurance that for right now Edward wasn't going anywhere, and if this was all he could do to feel that way then so be it.
Edward pulled the front of Carlisle's briefs down gently, allowing his hard cock to spring free. Breath hitched in Carlisle's throat and he moaned softly. The first time Edward had sucked on him, they'd been breaking down a lot of his insecurities and some of his boundaries as well. He hadn't felt confident enough to pleasure Carlisle like this their first time together, but his confidence had built over the first few weeks and months together.
Edward's tongue darted out quickly a few times licking Carlisle's cock from the middle of his shaft to the base, and he leaned back to look at Carlisle before wrapping his hand around the thick cock in front of him. Carlisle bit his tongue to swallow the moan that threatened to escape. In the back of his mind, Carlisle knew they weren't alone anymore. He had to be quiet to keep from waking his nieces.
The moment Edward's lips wrapped around the head of his cock, Carlisle nearly forgot about leaving earlier. He almost forgot about going to the hospital. All he knew was Edward's mouth on his cock and the hands rubbing his bare ass. But he needed more.
"Edward," Carlisle moaned. "I need you."
Slowly, Edward lowered his mouth over Carlisle's cock, closing his hand around the base and then squeezing his balls. He took Carlisle all the way into his throat, rubbing his ass and squeezing his balls until Carlisle was rocking back and forth to fuck Edward's mouth.
"Oh shit," he groaned. "Christ you've gotten so much better at this. Shit I'm gonna come."
Edward leaned back without getting him off, looking at him and then scooting back onto the bed naked.
"I want you inside me," Edward commanded. "And I want you on top."
Carlisle needed no further encouragement, climbing onto the bed quickly and laying his chest over Edward's even as his hard cock demanded attention. It was about to get all the attention it needed.
He kissed Edward furiously holding both Edward's hands on one of his above his head. There had only been a handful of times when he'd been demanding, and he never wanted to push Edward too far. There were nights when Edward swore he was okay, but Carlisle could still see apprehension in his eyes. He never wanted to do anything to hurt Edward, but he was always afraid of going too far.
"Carlisle," Edward moaned.
In one swift movement, Carlisle reached into the table on his side of the bed pulling out lubricant and a condom. He tucked Edward's legs under his arms keeping him spread and using a small amount of liquid to stroke Edward's ass open. Another louder moan slipped passed Edward's lips, and Carlisle gently slid the length of his finger inside Edward's ass.
A whimper fell from Edward's lips and he pressed them together to keep from making anymore noise. Though he tried to mask his apprehension, Carlisle could see it in his furrowed brow. He leaned in closer kissing Edward and whispering as he added a second finger to his stroking.
"I'm here," he promised.
Edward tried to pull his hands free to no avail, and Carlisle scooted him further up onto his upper back so his ass was in the air. He draped Edward's legs over his shoulders and wrapped his free hand around Edward's cock to bring him closer to orgasm. Edward moaned low in his throat, his whole body vibrating as Carlisle stroked his ass and his cock. Even though they'd made love in the living room earlier, this felt different — more about the fuck and less about the love. Carlisle didn't want to be too hard or to rough, and he kept his fingers in place while stroking Edward's cock faster.
He leaned back onto his calves, watching his fingers and adding a third to his stroking to keep stretching Edward. They'd never had sex twice in one night — usually because one or both of them had to get up the following morning or work a strange shift at the hospital. But their place of employment was a breeding ground for gossip. By morning, everyone there would know what had happened, and no one would expect Carlisle to be at work. Edward had just pulled a double, and his next shift would probably be in another day or two. So neither one of them would be leaving bed before the sun came up.
But that wasn't really the reason why they were doing this now. Carlisle needed to know he could count on Edward no matter what. He needed to know Edward was okay and no one could hurt them here. He needed the attention, and he didn't even have to beg for it. Edward was always willing to give him all the attention he craved — in any way, shape or form.
"Carlisle, please."
A soft plea drifted to his ears, and he easily pulled his fingers from Edward's ass without causing him any discomfort. He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth, carefully rolling it on and lifting his eyes to watch Edward as he moved inside him a second time that night. It wasn't as smooth this time as it had been earlier. Carlisle realized how tense Edward really was the moment he was fully seated, but he couldn't move for nearly a minute. He still stroked Edward and got down on his elbow to whisper against Edward's lips as they pressed into a line.
"Relax, baby," he pleaded. "I don't want to hurt you."
Edward's response came out between clenched teeth. "Just fucking move."
Worry flooded Carlisle's chest, and slowly, he began thrusting. His movements weren't as easy as Edward's had been earlier. He wasn't as sure about what they were doing now as Edward had been. Every time he thrust into Edward, Carlisle knew something was wrong. He couldn't say anything or do anything but what he did, rocking his hips as gently as possible and still stroking Edward's cock. It twitched in his hand, and he knew Edward was getting close. The tightness of Edward's ass should've been enough for Carlisle to stay with him, but more strain appeared on Edward's face the longer Carlisle was inside him. He had to do something to finish, and he reluctantly sped up, feeling Edward come all over his hand and wrench his hands from Carlisle's to pull him closer and kiss him.
Blood was already pumping through his body at a furious pace, and his muscles were already screaming for a release. Edward lowered his hands to Carlisle's hips, gripping tight and thrusting his own body down over the thick cock up his ass. Carlisle straightened up then, feeling his whole body tense up along with his balls, and his climax hit him harder than it had earlier causing him to shout louder than he had in a while.
"Jesus fucking Christ!"
It took several minutes for Carlisle to recover. He moved Edward's legs from his shoulders, noticing a puddle of cum on his stomach but ignoring it in favor of laying closer to Edward.
"Are you okay?" he pleaded.
Edward said nothing for another minute, still clenching his teeth and his eyes shut.
Carlisle touched Edward's face only to have him flinch away. "Edward," he whispered. "It's me. Look at me. It's okay."
Edward bit his lip and then opened his eyes. Carlisle pressed his hands to the bed, hovering above Edward and wanting so much to know what was going on in his head. After everything he'd discovered, Carlisle should've known better. But he couldn't take it back now. And he felt absolutely horrible.
Seconds ticked by as Carlisle scooted away from Edward and laid him back down on the bed. He climbed off the bed quietly, collecting their clothes and returning with Edward's jogging pants. Carlisle redressed in his underwear, waiting for Edward to do the same with his own pants before he laid behind him and pulled him into his arms. At first Edward tried to get away, but Carlisle refused to let go.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
A soft cry escaped Edward's lips, prompting Carlisle to hold him tighter.
"It's okay. I'm right here. I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again. I swear."
Edward fell asleep in his arms, and Carlisle laid awake for the longest time praying for the strength to not screw up the way he felt like it could if he let anything happen to Edward or the girls.
Not much to say down here. I've this whole story mapped out, and I'm still thinking something good for the ending.
I'm also thinking about doing some prequel-y outtakes later on, but we'll talk about that later.
For now, I've got to get, but I'll see you next week. And if any of you are reading my other updating story, I promise it will be up either tonight or tomorrow. Real life is a bitch, no?
Later.