I want to apologize for the time it took for me to have the courage to publish this. It's been ready for God knows how long, I just couldn't even go back to it after my great Beta sent it back to me. For some reason, I became bolder and decided to finally post it. I hope you guys enjoy it. I believe my boys did! LMAO!
A/N: This is a slash story. If you are not into man on man sex, walk away. If you are under 18, walk away. There are kinky disturbing images including paraphilia like coprophilia and urolagnia. If you have a weak stomach, walk away. There are plenty of other stories for you to read.
This chapter is a lot heavier on kink. The heavy bit is highlighted. There is no need for any of you who feel too uncomfortable to read scat to read it. All you need to know is that they have become closer and that barriers were broken and after that, Edward will feel his bond with Jasper is stronger than ever.
The beginning is hot loving between the boys. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Nasty
Chapter 9
Straddling his thighs, I took in the image of his perfect little bubble butt in front of me—his cheeks nestling the plug that had been preparing him for me all night.
Fuck, he was fantastic.
After showering with Edward the night before, I'd noticed from our conversation that he really wanted me to make love to him today.
At that moment, I remembered I had bought a plug and had never even taken it from the pack.
Being alone, I'd become used to playing with sex toys. Of course recently, Edward had been the best interactive sex toy I'd ever encountered. I chuckled at that thought.
I had brought my toys in my bag. There weren't many, but I was afraid that people from the moving company would mess up with my toy stash.
I told him I wanted to have him ready for me and that I had a gift for him.
He looked puzzled at the sight of the plug inside the pack, so I took it from him and opened it.
He moved his eyes from the plug, to my face, to the plug again.
"Don't you know what this is?" I asked, wiggling the butt plug in front of him.
"I know what it is … Just don't know why you wanna shove that up my ass instead of just fucking me, babe." His expression was so fucking funny I had to laugh.
"First, it's not as thick as I am. Second, it's supposed to stretch you so it makes things easier for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" he asked, a bit scared. "When are you supposed to put that in me? Now? And it'll be inside me 'til tomorrow?" His eyebrows shot up, his forehead creased, and he looked even more scared.
"Baby, we can try. If you feel too uncomfortable, we can take it out," I promised, not wiggling the thing anymore, and placing it down on the mattress.
"Try me," he answered.
As he'd asked, I didn't only try, but made him feel good by sucking on his cock, distracting him a bit while pushing the lubed plug in softly, pushing a bit farther in with every pump. The plug was not big but was a bit thicker than the others I had―perfect to prep him for my girth.
When I noticed he was about to come, I pushed the plug farther in until the neck was settled in his ass—he came almost instantly, flooding my mouth with his essence, making me feel bold, confident, even a little smug.
After licking him clean, I slid up to his lips and shared his come with him. I couldn't stop smiling, feeling his come escaping down the corners of my mouth to his face and chin. I licked him clean there too as he attacked me with his lips.
"It's gonna be so fucking hard waiting 'til tomorrow, love," he commented.
"You'll have to." Edward's hand was so swollen, and I could see the pain in his expression whenever he had to move it. Hopefully the next day, with all the anti-inflammatories and painkillers, the swelling would have receded and we could go on with our plans.
Lying on top of him, pulling his right leg to circle my hips, I had free access to his ass and the plug. I slid my hand down his thigh to his cheek 'til I found it. I tapped it lightly, attaching my lips to his, knowing how good it would feel when he moaned into my mouth to the feeling of the plug moving inside him.
As Edward moaned, I felt him relaxing under my touch. God! I almost got rid of the plug and fucked him right then! Even his kiss turned lazy and his tongue languid.
I think Edward could enjoy being fucked more than I imagined.
Throughout the night I woke up, twisting the plug a bit, making sure it was still lubed enough so it wouldn't hurt him while pulling it out in the morning.
In the morning I was ready to take it out. My cock was throbbing with need―the need to make him feel good.
I noticed Edward was too still though. I'd kissed his back and neck, and he had moaned a bit; I'd massaged his ass and back … but something wasn't right. I didn't like the feeling I was having. Something was off.
I leaned forward to reach his ear, and asked, "Are you okay, love? Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Jay, get this fucking plug out of me and fuck me already!" was his raspy answer.
I gave up. This was not how this was supposed to be. I wanted to show him I loved him with the same fire he loved me, and we made it an appointment, like the dentist, when a tooth is hurting.
This was definitely not the way I wanted things to go.
I took the plug out carefully, eliciting a sigh of relief from Edward, placing it on the mattress by Edward's side, stood up and left.
We didn't exchange a word. He had killed my buzz.
I paced to the kitchen, started a pot of water and busied myself brewing some coffee. I was so frustrated I'd made a fool of myself thinking I could be the sensual top and get him in the mood for bottoming for me.
Maybe that's a skill I didn't have. Good tops knew how to get a guy begging to be fucked. I was definitely a bottom. That was all I was, and that was all I'd ever be―a lover's failure. I could not make my man happy because he expected me to be versatile and I wasn't. I couldn't do what he asked me to.
With my hands balled into fists, I supported myself on the counter, looking down at the pitch black stone. I was angry, seething with self-loathing.
As I felt a tear escaping my traitorous eye, I heard the first notes from the piano―Edward was playing my lullaby. Hope flooded my heart as I felt drawn to the living room. I tried to resist, but it was stronger than me. I was charmed by the song, navigating towards my love; the coffee forgotten in the kitchen.
Approaching him, I noticed he was seated on the edge of the bench, leaving me space to sit behind him, both of us still naked. The second I sat behind him, my body molded to his, and his head fell back against my shoulder as he still played my song for me, no sheet music needed, no eyes on the keys needed either.
When the lullaby was over, he turned his face to me and kissed my neck, whispering "I'm sorry, love. I love you".
I turned my face, and attaching my lips to his in a small kiss, I said, "Love you too," as I pulled away.
Straightening his body, he closed the key lid and pulled me by the hand to stand upright, after that making me half sit on the lid in front of him.
Edward looked deep in my eyes and slowly leaned his head down, taking my soft cock into his mouth, making me gradually grow and harden with every bob of his head. I hissed and moaned at the feeling of his warm, wet, cavernous mouth wrapped around my length.
When I couldn't grow any harder, Edward detached his lips from my cock but pulled me to him, lubing my hole clumsily with his left hand―my cock rubbing against his chest. Yeah, he was going to fuck me. Yes!
I lifted my right leg to better his access, placing my foot next to his left hip on the bench. He was impatient; two lubed fingers slid into me and stretched me, making me almost beg for mercy.
Pulling his fingers out after preparing me for him, Ed pulled me to his lap, my knees now on both his sides, bent on the bench.
I slid down his cock, and finally, the world made sense again.
Our chests were touching, rubbing against each other as I rode his cock like a cowboy. Edward held me so close I felt we would fuse together soon; my hands in his hair, his good hand on my back―his fingers digging into my skin.
Between moans and groans, Edward kissed and sucked on my chest and neck, but my knees started hurting from the bench—I didn't care! Suddenly, he stopped me, holding me closer, blocking my movements.
He pulled me up and away from his cock. I stood up, and he pushed me against the piano again as he stood in front of me and attacked my lips in a scorching kiss, thrusting his hips against mine, rubbing our cocks together.
He held me still for a second, brushing his lips on mine as he said, "I love you … Make love to me now?" He kissed me again, not allowing me to answer, my stomach in spasms, my breathing erratic.
"Fill me …" His lips were bruising mine once more.
"Fill me with your cock," he said, taking both our members in his hand, rubbing them together as his tongue ravished my mouth leaving me breathless. Pulling back again, he went on, "Fill me with your seed."
He sucked my lips into his mouth again almost making me dizzy. At last, he finished, "Fill me with your love." He crashed his lips to mine again, and we devoured each other. God, he was perfect, a perfect man, the perfect man for me.
Expecting an answer, he pulled back, looking deep into my eyes, which were now wide as saucers and dark with lust for him. He gave me a quick nod, eliciting a, "hmm?" from his throat.
I nodded, never breaking our gaze.
Edward turned us around, pressing me down to sit on the piano bench. He put a tube of lube in my hand he had brought from our room and looking down at me, still holding my gaze, he requested, "Prep me, love?"
He turned around and braced himself by leaning on the piano, putting his ass right in front of me.
I put the lube down at my side on the bench, and holding both his cheeks with each of my hands, I pulled them apart and licked him from his balls to the top of his ass crack, lapping over his puckered hole one, two, three times; tasting him, filling him with want. As my tongue brushed his hole, he pushed back against my face gasping.
He was eager―that was so fucking hot!
Coating my fingers with saliva, I started caressing his entrance softly, as my tongue explored his opening.
"Fuuuuucccccckkkkkkkk!" Edward moaned loud and long, his legs trembling for a second.
I let go of his cheeks to lube my fingers, and when they were back touching my gorgeous man in such an intimate way, I heard him murmur, "Feels so fucking good … so fucking good."
Soon, my Edward was pushing against my four fingers in his ass, gasping, grunting, his cock bouncing in front of him, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Pulling my fingers from him I heard him whimper at the loss.
I grasped both sides of his hips and brought him to me.
"Do you want to face me or face away from me?" I asked.
"Face away … Just this first time."
My heart sank, knowing I wouldn't be seeing his beautiful face while entering him, but I knew why he wanted it that way. He didn't want me to see pain on his face while I penetrated him; he knew how much I was worried about it.
"Sit on my cock, love," I said, aligning my dick to his hole.
Painfully slowly, with his legs straddling mine, Edward started sinking down my cock.
"Relax, love … I need you to relax … and let me in," I said, immediately peppering his back with open mouth kisses in an attempt to distract him from the pain of the stretching.
"It burns," he whispered. "It burns so good …" His head fell forward, his mouth forming an 'O' shape. He braced himself with one of his hands on the piano, the injured one lay on my leg.
I felt the head of my cock being squeezed by his ring of muscles, and I too, was suffering from excruciating pleasure! So, so tight around me, so warm and good!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Edward let out, sinking all the way down on my cock once my head was all in. "Fuuuuuucccck … so full ... so big … so big … so good …" he murmured, arching his back and dropping his head back to my shoulder.
I could hardly breathe! I was inside my love. I was inside him, and it felt fantastic! I hoped he wouldn't move because I didn't know how long I'd last.
I held my arms around his waist and wrapped my still-lubed right hand around his cock, pumping him slowly, twisting my wrist and rubbing my thumb around his head.
"Jesus!" he yelled, starting his own movements up and down my length. I looked down and was mesmerized at the sight of my cock disappearing into him. A few more thrusts, and soon it was too much; I was on the verge of coming. I held an arm around his waist, halting his movements and suggested, "Love … let's go the bedroom?" I saw his head nodding and felt him standing up and off of my cock.
Damn … How fast we can get used to a good thing, huh?
Hand in hand, we walked quietly to the bedroom. Edward, with a smirk on his face, resembling the cat who caught the canary―bastard—even when he bottomed, he got his way.
Entering the bedroom, and moving closer to our bed, as if we could call it that, since it was just a mattress on the floor, he turned to me with a shadow of a smirk on his face and asked, "How do you want me?"
I knew exactly how I wanted him.
"I want you on your knees on the mattress, facing the wall. Brace yourself on it."
Edward walked on the mattress, his feet sinking down into the bedding, and stopped as he reached the wall where the headboard of the bed should be. He knelt down and sat on his heels waiting for me.
I couldn't help but admire my man kneeling there, so beautiful, so strong; his muscles moving as he settled where I asked. I was worried about his hand, but I'd make up for that supporting him some way.
I crawled behind him, and before entering him again, I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out and licked him from behind his balls up his crack to his back, until I reached his neck. Edward hissed at the feeling, and I heard him utter, "Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk!" as his head fell back, leaving me his exposed neck so I could ravage it with my mouth, teeth and tongue.
Edward turned his head to me, offering me his lips, asking, "Take me again … make me come."
After attacking his lips one more time, I carefully aligned my cock, applying some more lube to it and his opening, readying it to host me again. Sliding into his channel, the feeling of having his tight heat squeeze my cock, sucking it in greedily, overwhelmed me once more. I mouthed "fuuuuuuckk," closing my eyes shut for a second, before letting my head fall forward, leaning my forehead on his back so I could watch him swallowing me whole while mumbling a low grunt and an, "Uuuuuurghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … Fucccccckk … 'm so full …"
"Feel good, babe?" I whispered huskily.
"So fucking good … full … need you to move, love."
I started moving slowly, but soon his need made me speed up, as Edward's grunts and groans showed me he demanded more action, which I appreciated.
Circling my left arm around his chest and offering him some more support, I hooked my hand on his shoulder and pulled him to me, attaching my chest to his back, making my thrusts shorter, harder and faster, while my right hand pumped his cock in the same rhythm.
Edward's head fell back on my shoulder, and his hips met mine thrust for thrust. He grunted loud and roared like a lion in my arms, "Fuck me … fuck me … feels so good … everywhere …"
I slowed down a little bit, making my thrusts longer, wanting to prolong the experience, letting go of him enough so I could look at him moving against my cock. It felt so fucking good! Not only being inside of him, having my cock being massaged by his walls and ring, but making him move like that in response to having me inside him, eliciting from him the noises he was making.
It was mesmerizing―his muscles moving under his skin; sweat breaking out of his pores, making him glisten in the light, droplets sliding down his strands of hair.
He brought me back from my ogling, calling out, "Jasper …"
"Yeah, baby," I answered, speeding up a little bit while my eyes were still trained on our hips slapping against each other.
"Are you making me your bitch?" he moaned, slowing down his movements.
I pulled him into me hard and fast, making him gasp at the thump his back made against my chest.
"Never … You will always me my top… my man…You will always be the one to fuck me hard, pulling on my hair, filling me up with your seed. But when my top needs to feel loved, I'll love you … I'll love you with my hand … I'll love you with my mouth … and I'll love you with my cock."
I began thrusting into him in earnest as Edward completely lost control over his movements, grunting and groaning again and again, pushing his cock into my hand.
"Fuck me … Harder … Harder." Edward leaned his head forward, his mouth meeting the left forearm I had across his chest pulling him to me, attaching his lips to it hard, sucking on it, nipping on my skin franticly.
Jesus Christ! I loved it! I loved the urgency he had in connecting to me, and the pain it was causing on my skin that was becoming more and more sensitive by the second. The more he sucked and pulled my skin between his teeth, the more it hurt, the more I liked it.
A few more thrusts inside him and I felt his cock bursting in my hand, shooting white ropes of his precious syrup to the sheets and wall, his ass clenching around my cock, and a sharp sting from Edward's teeth sinking into my arm as he hummed his orgasm against it. The sensations of the sharp pain from his teeth thrust into my flesh and the soothing of his moaning against my skin, together with his ass grasping my cock and his body convulsing in my arms, pushed me over the edge, making my first orgasm inside my man even more intense and incredible! I pushed my cock into him harder while he milked me.
Edward kept sucking on my skin, and before I could anticipate it, he panicked upon noticing the blood sliding down my arm, or maybe tasting it on his tongue. He tried to free himself from my hold in terror, but I didn't let him, holding him in place, pushing my body, bending forward to try and trap him in my both arms, now wrapped around him tightly.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," I soothed.
"I hurt you … I hurt you, Jay," he panted terrified.
"I loved it … I loved it, Ed―all of it. You made me come when you bit me, love. It felt incredible, baby. Shhhhhhhh … It's okay."
Edward relaxed slightly once he noticed the smile on my voice.
I felt him slowly unwind in my arms.
Suddenly I felt his body moving, as if sobbing, and I held him even closer to me to soothe him, but getting closer to his face, I noticed he was laughing―bastard!
With his body now shaking with laughter, he managed to say, "Seems I'm not a bitch after all, babe … I'm a fucking dog!" I let him go, letting my cock slip out of him so he could ball up and sink on the bedding, laughing his ass off.
Okay. There was no need to be so terrified, but laughing? That was a bit too much, right?
Lying on his back, Ed pulled my left arm with his left hand, making me collapse at his side, saying, "Let me see that".
Examining my arm, his smile faded, but he didn't brood. He only asked, "What the fuck did I do? I'm sorry, babe. I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you like this." Edward pulled my arm to his lips, and I felt his tongue lapping on the wound made by his teeth.
"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to pull my arm back, creasing my brows and fighting him to stop doing that.
Ed held it firmer, and raising his head, he explained, "My dad always told me to put saliva on my wounds, love. It helps them heal." Oh! Okay then. I let him have my arm back on his lips again, and I felt his tongue coating it with saliva.
This is so fucking weird. For a man who can't stand the sight or smell of blood, he sure loves to taste it.
After a while, we were cuddling; me in his arms, my back to his chest. We were still naked and hadn't made our way to the bathroom yet.
"I wonder what came over me that made me bite you like this, love," he said, as he stroked my arm, trying to sooth the pain he felt responsible for.
"Ed … you always bite me, babe," I reminded him.
"Really? Yeah … I really do," he acknowledged, kissing my shoulder exactly where I could feel a small sting from a love bite from some other love session we'd had recently.
"I know I bite you, but I never broke your skin before. God, I love you so much ... I think if I could, I'd eat you, you know?" He grinned, pulling my face to his, biting my upper lip softly before kissing me.
"Well … your fangs never fooled me," I joked when he pulled away.
That earned me a tickle war that was everything but fair since Edward had an injured hand. I couldn't make myself tickle him like I wanted to because I was afraid of hurting his hand.
XxxxxxX
Monday morning my boxes arrived from Seattle.
I was moving around the room opening boxes and retrieving all I would need from them, when I heard my phone ringing.
Accepting the call, I heard a strange voice on the other side of the line.
"Good morning. Are you Dr. Jasper Hale?"
"Yes, I am. Whom am I talking to, please?" I replied.
"This is Nurse Lutz, from the Metropolitan hospital. Are you Mr. Edward Cullen's closest kin in New York? He gave us your number to contact you."
What the Fuck was going on?
"Yes, I am. Why?" My voice broke, and I felt my stomach churning. I tried to stay calm and listen to all the man had to say.
"Mr. Cullen is with us now. The paramedics brought him in after an accident in the cab he was riding in. You don't need to worry, he is okay, but the doctor wanted to talk to you, Sir."
I thanked the man for the call, asking him for the information I'd need when I'd get there to find my Edward.
Jesus! I was so nervous I kept forgetting things, making me return three times before I could actually make myself go to him.
XxxxxxxX
The cab ride was a nightmare as usual. If there's something I soon learned to hate in New York, it was the traffic.
Still stopped at a traffic light after the damn thing had changed at least twice, I heard my phone vibrating in my pocket. I checked the caller ID―Dr. Cullen. Good, he already knew.
"Talk to me kiddo." I heard him say on the other side of the line.
"Doctor Cullen, so you've heard?" I asked him, trying to cut to the chase.
"I was in surgery. My secretary got the message, but Doctor Carter couldn't take my call once I got the message. Do you have any news? Are you with him yet?" Carlisle sounded preoccupied. I wondered what was going on his head being so far away and having a son in the hospital after an accident.
"Doctor C, the nurse who called me told me not to worry, said he was fine, and they just need me there to talk to me about something he couldn't talk about on the phone."
"Doctor Carter told my secretary Edward was really agitated. I'm worried. Maybe he had a head injury they are not able to assess." He sighed into the phone, and I could feel his nervousness in his action.
"Doctor C, I'll call you as soon as I have more details about what happened, okay? I promise you it's the first thing I will do as soon as I get there."
"Thanks, kiddo … I owe you one. And stop calling me Doctor … I'm Carlisle or dad to you, okay?"
"Okay." There was no point in arguing with him. He would always be my Professor, Doctor Carlisle Cullen, a man I admired almost as much as I did my own father.
We ended the call, and I noticed I was close to the hospital, but it would take forever to get there in the traffic. I paid the cabbie and hopped out of the car, running the rest of the way to the hospital.
Arriving at the front desk, I identified myself and asked for Edward's room. I rushed to the hall I was pointed to and met Doctor Carter leaving Edward's room.
"Good morning, Doctor Carter?" He nodded, sticking his pen into his white coat's pocket. "Nice meeting you, I'm Doctor Jasper Hale." I offered my hand, and he shook it, expressing his pleasure to meet me too.
"A nurse called me saying Edward Cullen was admitted here after an accident?" I was blabbing away―all I wanted was to burst into his room and see how he was, but the doctor was blocking my passage.
"Yes, and Mr. Cullen is fine. He is still a little agitated, and we need you to help us calm him down so we he can give him a head CT scan."
"What happened?" I was confused. I didn't know what had really happened.
"Oh! Sorry, I thought you already knew. The paramedics brought him in still unconscious from the scene. They said he was already out when they found him. His cab was hit in a pile up close to the Metropolitan Museum."
"Okay … I'll talk to him. Can I go in now?" I couldn't hide my nervousness, and he just stepped aside and let me through.
"Thanks."
As soon as I stepped in, Edward looked at me, asking, "Are you here to take me home?" His eyes were wide like saucers, and I could sense waves of anxiety crashing on me like I was a steadfast rock face.
I got to him in two large strides, cradling him in my arms, kissing his neck and shoulders repeatedly, my hands running over his head trying to find any signs of bumps or pain—I found none. He didn't wince once as I examined him without him knowing, really.
"Baby, are you alright?" I whispered in his ear, still unable to let him go.
"Answer me. I'm fine. I don't need to stay here. Take me home, please," he murmured against my skin.
"I will. But there are tests they have to do before letting you go home, baby. I need you to calm down and not be so anxious about this. You said it yourself, you're alright. Doctor Carter called your dad." I stroked his back relieved he was okay.
"I know. They went to school together. He saw my name on the chart and asked me if we were related. I told him he was my dad." I felt his lips kissing my skin, also savoring the proximity after going through some scary moments.
"Nice. So now you will have to put up with being Doctor Cullen's son. They won't let you leave, until they make sure you are okay. And that's a good thing, love."
"I hate hospitals," he moaned. I pulled away and made him look into my eyes.
"Okay, I understand that, but you have to stay for as long as they think is necessary. We cannot be irrational on an occasion like this. Promise me you will calm down. I'm here with you. I'm not going anywhere." I tried giving him the feeling of safety that would result in him settling.
Edward nodded against my chest and buried himself in my arms again. We held each other for a long time. I felt him relax little by little, but knowing he couldn't fall asleep, I pulled away just in time to see the light coming from the hallway through the opening door.
"Hello, Mr. Cullen? How are we doing now?"
I turned to look at the man with the sweet melodic voice coming through the door.
"I'm Nurse Lutz," he introduced himself, offering me his hand. Shaking his mammoth fist, I also introduced myself to the blond, curly-haired man who looked more like a wrestler than a nurse―he was over six feet tall and bulky like a weight trainer.
"Doctor Jasper Hale. Ni. Nice meeting you."
"Likewise," he answered with a friendly grin on his face, looking back at Edward.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked encouragingly. Edward shook his head no and nestled himself in my arms again. I felt a chuckle come out of me I could not hold in.
"Baby, you look like a five year old acting like this." I couldn't help making the comparison.
"Is it the head CT he is on his way for?" I asked Nurse Lutz, who was looking back at us with a knowing smile on his face, but a beautiful smile nonetheless.
"Yes. You can come with us, Doctor. I doubt anyone will complain about it." I nodded and helped Edward out of bed. He was wearing a hospital gown and was all embarrassed because of its opening in the back.
Edward complained about the wheel chair and the gown, and the lights in the hallways that were too strong, and everything else he could on his way to the exam, but I still held his hand all the way there.
As he was inside having his head scanned, I was in the reading room with the technician since I couldn't be in there with Edward.
His head was clear, no signs of any trauma or bruising of any sort.
We returned to the room, and I knew there were more exams they would need to do, but at least now, Edward would be able to sleep.
"Baby, you need to rest," I cooed while stroking his hair, observing his restless eyes.
"I wanna rest at home," he moaned.
"Scoot," I told him, sliding onto the side of the bed and pulling him into my arms, which elicited a moan of satisfaction from my five-year-old-like man.
It was already late morning and lunch time was minutes away, so I tried to make him talk to keep him awake 'til he had eaten his lunch before he fell asleep.
"Do you wanna tell me what happened, or do you wanna talk about something else instead?" I needed to leave it for him to decide, not wanting to poke on bleeding wounds.
"I was looking outside … never saw it coming," he started, placing a kiss on my arm that was across his chest, pulling him to me. "Thank God, I was wearing a seatbelt." Edward closed his eyes shut and pulled my arm even harder against his chest, like it was a teddy bear.
"There was so much blood … the driver was bleeding everywhere. They pulled him out first; my seatbelt buckle wouldn't work, and the ones who got me out of the car had to cut it with a knife." Edward went silent again for a while. I kept sprinkling kisses on his neck, shoulders, and back while feeling his lips on my arm and hand. It felt so comfortable cocooning him from behind like that.
"How is your arm?" he asked me, looking for the wound on my forearm. I had bandaged it so it would not touch my coat.
"It's okay, babe. Don't worry about it," I whispered close to his ear.
"I'm sorry," he apologized again.
After a while, I thought he was asleep, so I supported myself on my arm to check on him and felt him pull on my arm again.
"Babe … I … I never told you I had meningitis, did I?" Ed spoke really low, almost a whisper.
"When was this, love?" I kept on brushing my lips on his skin as he told me his story.
"I was eleven … it was a nightmare," he said, closing his eyes at the thought.
"The headache, the stiff neck … my whole body ached. I thought I was going to die. Dad took me to the hospital … kept saying how much I liked the hospital since I was always there around him, snooping, talking to patients and the nurses," Edward took his hand to his brows, brushing them to his sides, creasing them anyway.
"Dad thought I would be a doctor too back then. I really liked staying at the hospital with him."
Edward balled up, pulling his knees to his stomach in a kind of fetal position. The traumatic experience was something he may have never worked out in his mind, or heart. Re-living it seemed excruciating. I did what I could to ground him in the present and comfort him as best as I could.
"I … I … When … When I was in the hospital for a few hours, I lost my hearing," Edward choked out.
What? He went deaf? Shit! I knew that was possible; it was rare, but temporary hearing loss was something that happened to some patients with meningitis. What was scary though, was when the patient got it, no one could tell if it was going to be temporary or permanent. Only time would tell if the patient would be able to hear again after the treatment with antibiotics.
I couldn't imagine what it was like for him, a musician―he had been studying music since he was five―losing his hearing. My love must have been scared half to death. I held him even tighter, almost fusing our bodies together.
"Jesus, love. That must have been so scary. I'm so sorry you had to go through that.," I tried to soothe him, but also keep him talking. If he was hurting as much as I thought because of these memories, I was going to help any way I could.
"You have no idea what it was like, baby; people talking around you, their mouths moving and just some low noise coming from them, 'til I couldn't hear even the noise. I couldn't hear them trying to calm me down with words, and it just made me more anxious. It pointed out even more clearly that I was deaf, making me panic even more."
Edward turned in my arms and looked up at me with his eyes swimming in tears, making mine tear up too. I kissed his lips, and our tears mixed on our cheeks. Edward was trembling in my arms, and I needed to make him feel better.
Pulling away from the kiss, I cradled his face between my hands, trailing my eyes towards his, and asked, "Why have you been thinking about this? Is it 'cause of the hospital? What is it, love?"
Looking down, then up to my eyes and down again, he smirked tentatively.
"When I blacked out, before the paramedics arrived, I was back there. I was eleven again, going through all that. When I woke up in the hospital, I panicked at the thought it was probably going to happen again―maybe I had bumped my head and gone deaf again or something."
A few more minutes in silence and I could understand his concern and his demanding wish to just go home, away from the memories and the hurt. Edward buried his head in the crook of my neck and stayed there until Nurse Lutz arrived with his food.
Watching how careful the nurse was around Edward, I wondered if the man was naturally that way, which led me to wonder if he was gay. Maybe he was just a tender, careful, straight nurse. If so, he was just Rose's number―tall, bulky―sadly Rose was not here to meet him.
"Edward, love, you need to eat. Let me make you comfortable so you can have your lunch, baby." I tried disentangling our arms and legs, but he wouldn't have any of that, holding me close, not allowing me to free myself from his hold.
Apparently the eleven year old brat he was when he was ill in his memories had come out to play for a little longer.
"Edward, listen to me." I made him look me in the eye, bringing him back from whatever dreamland he was going to, forgetting who he was dealing with and trying to have his way.
"You need to eat, pee and shit before you can go home. They haven't ruled out internal injury yet, and that doesn't happen with only exams. They need to make sure your body is functioning properly, otherwise, you can't go home. Now, let me stand up and help you sit straight so you can eat, okay?" I asked for confirmation with my eyebrows as they shot up into my hairline, my eyes bore deep into his. He complied. He always did.
As Edward was sitting up, Nurse Lutz was smirking, or maybe he always had that smile dancing on his face―at least around us.
"He is right, Mr. Cullen. You can only leave if we are sure all your body functions are intact."
Edward snarled at his comment and shot back, "Do you need me to fuck and check on my come too ... to make sure that's functioning as well?" The nurse just chuckled at his question.
Jesus Christ! Where did that come from? I came closer to his ear and asked, "What's happening to you? Why are you being so nasty to the nurse? What's your problem?"
"He stares at us too long … that smirk is pissing me off," Edward testily replied.
I needed to clear things up, because I was losing my patience at the pre-teen boy my Ed turned out to be once in the hospital.
"Nurse Lutz," I started.
He interrupted me, saying, "It's Dillon. You can call me Dillon."
"Thanks, Dillon. I'm sorry to ask, but are you gay?" I had to ask. Edward had the impression the nurse was bigoted and laughing at us. Maybe he was gay and sympathetic to the situation—or not.
"No, Doctor, I'm not. But I'm familiar to the gay community. I'm sorry if I offended you with my curiosity; it's just that your interaction is really endearing, and it's beautiful to observe. My brother has a boyfriend, and their relationship is nothing like yours. I really wish it was."
I felt bad for the blond man, a sad smile on his face now.
"Yeah… My brother is a gem. Despite being even bigger than me, looking like a MMA fighter, he's the most caring and delicate person I know. His boyfriend is just…" Nurse Dillon shook his head with a hopeless sigh. "I can't count how many times I had to come over after their fights and help Lee treat the bruises and wounds. Peter hits him, throws things at him… I don't know how Lee can handle it."
"I'm sorry to hear that. There are abusive relationships among us all, Dillon, gay or straight." I commented.
"Yeah, I guess so. I just hope Lee would find the strength to leave Peter, finding a good guy as much as I want to find a girl who will take care of me as I would definitely take care of her. I haven't been lucky in that area lately," he ended with a chuckle. "When you're done, press the button, and I'll come back to pick up the tray, okay?" he asked, looking at Edward, who was now embarrassed and ashamed of his behavior.
"Sure," he said. "I'm sorry I was rude to you before. I just hate hospitals …" Edward's eyes shot to the ground shyly.
The gentle giant just gave him a smile and replied, "That's okay, I understand. No one feels themselves when they are in here, right? No worries. Just make sure to do as the Doctor asked, and you'll be out of here soon." He nodded, turned around and left.
As Dillon had injected medication in Edward's IV, I noticed it was making him even sleepier. I hurried to lie down behind him as he motioned me to do. I pulled him to me, and soon he was snoring softly against my arm.
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"Edward, I'm not going to lie to the doctor," I told him with a stern look on my face, brows creased. "You know the drill."
"What's the big deal? You know I can't go in strange places. How long did it take for me to go to the toilet in your apartment back in Seattle? Almost a month! I can't, I just can't! And it's not like I go every day anyway," he said, frustrated.
He wanted to go home, but the doctor wanted to make sure everything was alright and there were no internal injuries of any sort. Edward wanted me to lie to the doctor, saying he had been to the toilet and defecated, and I refused because there was still a slight possibility of internal injury they needed to rule out.
"I know you go every day, Edward," I replied.
"How do you know that?" he spat back.
"I know everything about you, baby. Sometimes you just forget who I am, don't you?" I asked, amused.
"No … I don't. But I thought you just observed my behavior, analyzing my every thought and shit. Now what? What else do you know?" he asked me defiantly.
"I know you're addicted to chocolate but try to hide it. I also know you throw up when you're anxious and eat three boxes of chocolate in one sitting." I kissed his temple, needing the proximity.
"Jesus! Now I'm embarrassed. How come you know all that?"
"Been living with you for a while, love. Don't underestimate me." I pulled him into my arms, and he held me even tighter.
"Come on … I'll go with you," I said.
Edward's wide, forest green eyes shot to mine, showing a hint of panic. "But …"
"I'll help you out, baby. I can do it. Massage your belly, make you feel at ease, comfy. You'll see," I told him, pulling off the covers, grasping his good hand and helping him out of bed.
"Thanks love. .It means the world to me that you are so caring," he said, pulling me into a hug.
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I had been sitting on the floor of the bathroom for at least a half hour. Edward was already fed up with it. He was on the toilet for at least forty-five minutes, and he just couldn't do it. I had tried everything; I had kissed him, I stroked his skin, I had massaged his belly, all in vain.
"Do you want me to leave?" I asked.
He shook his head no vehemently, saying "It's not you, Jay. I'm not home. I can't do it," he said, shaking his head with frustration.
FUCK.
A/N – No! The chapter is not over yet! But this is the bit I told you guys about. My beta team read it and didn't find it too bad. But I'm aware that many of you are not reading Nasty for this stuff, so I felt it would be good to warn you when something of the sort appeared again. This bit doesn't go till the end, so if you scroll down you will find the rest of the chapter.
So an idea crossed my mind. I reached for my jeans pocket and retrieved one of the packs of lube I had started to carry everywhere since Edward and I were always up to no good lately and stopping to go get lube and condoms was a turn off.
Yeah, condoms.
I was insane with the idea of being fucked in a public place again and was willing to wear condoms to avoid the freaking mess, so I carried them around in my jeans pocket. I know―I was turning into a pervert.
As I tore the pack of lube open, Edward looked at me as if frozen in place.
I did it all as slowly as I could, so he could get used to the idea. I noticed he understood what I was doing, but he didn't protest against it.
Coating my middle finger with lube, my eyes trailing from my hand to his eyes, I knelt down in front of him, circling one arm around him as the other pulled him down and forward, giving me access to his ass. I circled his puckered flesh with my lubed finger, and I heard him gasp. A little more and the tip was siding inside him. I pumped it carefully, sliding farther in with each thrust.
"Let go, love. Relax and let go," I murmured. I felt his ass clenching around my finger instead of relaxing as I asked him to. I had to make him relax somehow.
"Love … I need you to do this for me, huh? For me?" I felt Edward's head shaking no against my stomach. "I love you … I won't love you any less for this."
He shook his head no again, softly saying, "I can't …" and I felt his ring clenching around my finger again.
I needed a better approach. Huskily, I tried something more compelling, "I wanna feel it, baby … I wanna feel it coming out of you … Just like I feel your come washing my walls, I wanna feel you push it out against my finger … Will you let me feel it? Huh?"
I felt Edward's body move with every word I said. He pulled me against him closer than before, holding me, his hand cupping my ass. I heard him gasp at my words, and I felt his abs tensing up as he pushed it out.
Fuck! My man was beautiful even like this!
I felt the heat ... I felt the texture sliding down my finger; I liked it. I liked it, and I didn't stop finger fucking his ass once he started releasing it.
I felt his lips on my skin, sucking gently.
I felt him tense up again in a final push, releasing a sigh before melting against my body.
His lips never left my skin.
I couldn't resist. I was hard as a rock against my jeans, and all I could think of was how my finger was constricted against his ring while it was sliding out. All I could imagine was my cock inside him while he pushed his load out, how good it would probably feel, its texture against my cock, caressing me. I moaned loudly at the thought, and Edward noticed. I couldn't take my finger from his ass, it felt too good.
Edward sat up straight, soon leaning to my ear. "Was it as you thought it would be?" he cooed.
"Damn, baby … This feels so good," I murmured back.
"Tell me," he moaned.
"It's hot … and raspy …" I rocked my finger in and out of him, knowing I was making a mess against his skin. It just felt so good I couldn't resist.
"You like my shit on your fingers … on your hand?" he asked me in a husky voice that made me shiver.
"I fucking love it ," I rasped.
I heard him mutter, "Fuck ..."
"I want it again … I wanna do it again …" I begged him. I did. I wanted it again as I wanted him to bite me again while coming. I wanted to fuck him while he was pushing his shit out … I wanted to feel that texture caressing my cock while I fucked him hard. I wanted it all.
Jesus, I never knew I was so fucking sick―so sick for my deranged man―I wanted it all from him.
Lost in my musings, I was snapped out of them by his hand looking for something inside my jeans pocket and his voice saying, "Baby … wash your hands." He opened my zipper and unbuttoned my pants, shoving them, together with my underwear, down to my knees.
As I washed my hands, I looked down at him, and he was opening a pack of condoms. He pulled my hard as steel cock into his mouth and sucked on it a few times before rolling the condom on.
He grabbed the half-used pack of lube from the sink and lubed my cock up as fast as he could. Then he stood up, closed the toilet lid, and placed one knee on it, bracing himself against the wall behind the seat.
"Now fuck me … Fuck me hard. I wanna feel it … I wanna feel you fuck me like this. Don't finger me anymore, you've done that enough! Just enter me and fuck me hard." His words were urgent, and I urged to obey his orders immediately.
I felt the head of my cock pushing against his tight ring, and it felt fantastic. I lost myself on the feeling of his walls massaging my dick; I lost all restraint and carefulness watching my cock flying back and forth into his ass, pounding him like a jackhammer. Edward moaned loud, crying, "Harder … Harder … Make me come, make me come … Stroke my cock."
I held onto his dick and squeezed it so fucking hard, he cried out loud, "FUCK!"
Releasing it a bit, I jacked him off furiously as I pounded his ass.
I felt his cock bursting in my hand only a few thrusts later, his ass clenching around me, Edward yell-growling , "FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK KK!" his voice reverberating on the bathroom walls, rolling up with my own moans and grunts!
Not able to hold it much longer, I burst into the condom inside his squeezing ass. My orgasm was so fucking strong, I felt my legs shaking, my cream filling the condom, and his body turning into goo in my arms from his orgasm.
I ended up pulling both of us to the ground; Edward sitting on my lap, his back leaning on my chest, my cock slipping out of his ass, and both of us with a goofy grin on our sated faces.
I sat on the cold floor, my ass bare on the tiles, for so long we lost track of time. We definitely needed a rec time.
"Jesus Christ, Jay … We are two deranged, filthy fucks," he pointed out with a chuckle.
"I love that about us, love," I said, kissing his neck and shoulders.
And I did. No more inhibitions, no more barriers. A new horizon was open in front of us. Edward was glowing, I could sense it. This was something that gave him so much pleasure, and now I knew he was holding back, afraid I would love him less or not enjoy it as he did, as if any of that was possible.
I was surprised at how much I truly enjoyed it. We were just done, and I was ready for more. I wanted it again.
"We need to take a shower … I need to wash you, baby." I said, slapping his thigh.
As Edward was trying to stand up, supporting himself on his good hand, we heard a knock on the door, accompanied by the male voice that had been around so much these last two days.
"Are you guys okay? Do you need a hand with anything?"
"Nooooooo, Dillon! Stay where you are. You won't like one bit what youou're gonna see if you come in, " I rushed to say.
I heard him chuckle in response. "So, do I have good news? Is the boy ready to go?"
I knew he wanted to know if Edward had defecated. We'd'd spent the night at the hospital—because Edward just couldn't do it there. I didn't know who was more stubborn, Edward or Doctor Carter.
Apparently, Doctor Carter.
"He's ready to go!" I shouted from the bathroom.
Edward and I had a laughing fit when Edward spoke just for me to hear, "Think they need some of my spunk to examine too? There's some on the wall we can scoop up."
As our laughter subsided, we got up, and I showered my boy, lending him the T-shirt I was wearing underneath my plaid shirt, since his own T was cut off of him in the ambulance.
As we went home, I hoped we had some days of peace ahead of us, especially after so much had happened in the few days I'd been in New York.
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A/N: Hey peeps! Who was brave enough to read the highlighted bit? Who now hates me for it? LOL I warned you guys… I did! So… hit the blue button and let me know, will you? Mmmmmmwaaaah!
