AN: What up. One thing that kind of bugged me about Life and Death is that you KNOW Beau was probably having a hard time keeping it in his pants. He's a teenage boy, right? Any who, nothing. . . too graphic in this one. But it does get weird. You'll see what I mean. Enjoy.

Chapter 11: Wet

Beau's POV


Charlie was waiting for me inside. I told him the spiel. The modified truth Edward said I could tell.

"Hm. Well." Charlie unfolded his arms. He was standing in the living room, the game still playing behind him. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the dance with one of those girls?"

"Dad," I rolled my eyes. Unbelievable. I tell him I ditched the girls I was shopping with to have dinner with the most attractive guy on the planet and Charlie thinks that maybe I'll go to the dance with a girl? Wow. "Do we have to have this conversation again? I thought I made it pretty clear."

"It's a shame, is all." The words sounded rough. His mustache twitched on his lip.

Shame? Okay, we are really doing this. "Shame?" I backed up into the entryway. "Dad, are you ashamed of me?" I had just confirmed that Edward was a vampire not long ago, but I still had to deal with this homophobic shit? Come on!

I could see Charlie try to back track. "No. No. It's just, the guys at the station." He was fumbling with words. Talking wasn't his strong point. "It's a small town, Beau. I work with Erica's father, did you know that?"

I knew I came out to the public in a very rude and angry way. Erica didn't deserve that. I would admit it wasn't the right time or the way way. But he thought that he had it rough? That I was a problem? That I was shameful?

Charlie looked down and continued. "Did you ever think what kind of blowback I would get?"

I shook my head in disbelief. "I'm sorry to be such an inconvenience." My words were dripping with sarcasm. "It must be so hard to have a gay son. I can't imagine the hardships you're facing." Try being in love with a vampire.

I marched past him and stomped up the stairs.

"Beau!" He called up.

I slammed the door behind me.

I had a restless night. At one point I woke up at 2am, eyes alert and awake. Instead of trying to go back to sleep I decided to get up. I had a lot of things on my mind. There was nothing like the silent night to work through things while the rest of the world was fast asleep. I rolled over and grabbed a book from my bedside table and turned on the light. It was so quiet at this time. The only sound was the slow groaning of the house whenever the wind picked up.

A jacket in my closet fell off a hook. "Jesus." I gasped, startled by the movement. I got up and put it back on the hanger then returned to my bed and my book.

I got about two pages in, when I began to read the same sentence seven times. I didn't even realize I was reading the same thing over and over again until the pages began ruffling by a strong draft. Wind was blowing through my open bedroom window, making the pages quiver.

Until now, I hadn't realized the window was open. Odd. Maybe Charlie came in when I was asleep. Yawning, I got up and shut it. It slid down easily for a window I barely used. I couldn't shake a feeling of paranoia. Standing by the window, I surveyed the neighborhood. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Still, I felt like I was being watched. After everything I learned and saw tonight, nothing was ordinary anymore. Anything was possible.

Stretching my arms above my head, I sighed. I wasn't tired. I knew If I tried to go back to sleep I would just end up staring at my ceiling for three hours.

So, like all good victims of a horror movie do, I decided to take a shower. The water, hot, melted away the stress of the day. I breathed in the steamy air, letting the water hit my shoulders and roll down my back. I was upset with my dad. I wasn't shocked, but I was still hurt. Charlie has always been such a fixed point in my life, like an anchor. That no matter what kind of turmoil or trouble I faced, Charlie would be there. Was I wrong? I knew he wasn't comfortable with my sexuality but I didn't think that meant he wanted me to change. But tonight, he clearly wanted me to pretend to be something I'm not.

Is something wrong with me? Should I be ashamed of myself? Edward told me he was a vampire tonight, but I was in more disbelief of my father. That above the "my boyfriend is a mythical creature" is tying me up in knots.

I never really struggled with this before. No one had made me feel lesser than, at least not by people that mattered. Charlie mattered.

I wasn't going anywhere with this line of thinking. I wish I had someone to talk to about this. I found myself thinking about having this conversation with Edward. I wish he were here. He, more than anybody else in this town, could relate.

I thought about Edward. I was always thinking about Edward, true, but so many things had happened last night. I reasoned with myself that I should be. . . scared. I couldn't make myself feel differently about him. He was amazing. He was good. He was complicated. He was a mystery I wanted to unravel for the rest of my life.

There were three things I was absolutely certain of. 1) Edward Cullen is a vampire. 2) Some part of him wants my blood.

And the only one that mattered 3) I'm unconditionally and eternally in love with him.

When I stepped out of the shower I grabbed for a towel but only touched air. My blue towel was still somewhere in my room. Damn. I stood for a second in the shower, trying to let everything air dry as much as possible before I had to drip water through the bathroom, across the hallway, and into my room. I shook my hair out and ran a wet hand through it as if that would help. I carefully stepped out. Knowing my penchant for being clumsy, I had to be extra cautious.

I opened the bathroom door but before I could walk through, I saw my blue towel hanging on the door knob. Now, I know for a fact I didn't put my towel there. Someone placed it on the knob. Someone knew I needed it.

Perhaps it was the same person that opened my window.

"Oh." I breathed. I closed the bathroom door and turned to lean my back against it. My breathing hiked and my heart started racing.

Quickly, I rubbed dry and tied the towel around my waist. I opened the bathroom door again and quietly passed through the hall. I gingerly opened my bedroom door, peering in as if it wasn't my own anymore.

"Hello?" I whispered into my empty room. The clock on my bedside table read 3:12. My lamp was still on. There was no reply. "Edward, are you here?" I stepped further in. There couldn't be another explanation. It had to be him, right? But the longer I stood in my empty room with nothing on but a towel, the sillier I felt.

No one was here. It was just me whispering to nobody. I felt like an idiot. I slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and pulled on a sweatshirt. I stood by the window with narrow eyes, arms folded. I was upset with myself for jumping to conclusions. I was so obsessed with him. For a moment, I hoped that he had spied on me. Vampires were nocturnal after all, right? I imagined him watching me as I slept. A thrill ran up my spine.

My body felt like live wires. I needed him with every inch of skin. I groaned and leaned my head on the window between my hands. "Edward." I breathed. He was haunting me in my thoughts.

"Yes?" A velvet voice answered.

I whipped around. Edward was sitting at the edge of my bed. "Oh!" I yelped and nearly fell over.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." His arms lunged forward to catch me. The smile on his face was ruthless.

I suddenly lost the ability to speak. I just stared open mouthed at him. Edward. Edward. Gorgeous. Impossible Edward. On my bed.

And then I thought about me, with just a tattered sweatshirt and boxers. Did he see me change? I could feel the flush of red staining my skin. Red blotches growing on my face, my neck and chest. I could even feel my legs getting warmer. I knew that must make it difficult for him. "Sorry." I pleaded.

His face and body froze in place. Crap.

He began to thaw out after a moment. "It's fine. I'm the one trespassing." He managed to say through tight lips. "Are you okay? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

I shook my head. "I'm not okay. My dad, well, we kind of got into it last night. I've had a lot on my mind."

He patted the spot next to him. I obliged and sat cross legged with him. Close, so close but never touching.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It just sucks to have someone question your. . . your being. Ya know?"

"I understand that more than most." Edward said gravely.

I should be more surprised that Edward was in my house, but it didn't seem that strange in the moment. It's what I wanted after all. Nothing felt very real anyway, not at this hour.

"What did your family think when you told them?" I asked curiously. "How did they handle it?"

He told me that Carlisle was only disappointed that it took him so long to tell him. That it didn't matter to him or Esme who he liked as long as he was being honest. "Emmett though," he said after moment. "It kind of freaks Emmett out, but he's keeping his mouth shut about it now. It's difficult. I can hear them thinking all the time. I try not to judge anyone by their thoughts, but it gets hard. He'll get over it eventually. Charlie will too. This is new for him."

I nodded. "You're very patient."

"I've had a lot of practice." He tilted his head. I yawned involuntarily. "You should get some sleep before school."

I nodded. But I didn't move.

Edward stood up. I still didn't move.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes." I admitted. I could feel the sleepy haze pulling me down.

"Then you should get some more rest. I'm sorry for distracting you."

"S'okay. I don't mind. "Will I see you tomorrow...er today?"

"How about I pick you up?"

I nodded sleepily. "That would be nice."

Feeling drowsy I fell back on my bed. My eyes closed against my will. I faintly remember cold hands pulling covers over me.

xxx

I've had dreams about Edward before. But not dreams like this.

It started out normal. I was running in the woods. I was trying to keep up with a figure in the distance but my legs were going slow as if I was moving through molasses. I called out, "Stay, Edward." Not sure if the figure could hear me.

Then the dream began to shift around the edges. Shadows swallowed me up and when I reemerged, images flashed in black and white, like an old film noir. Nothing stayed still long enough for me to focus on but I knew what was happening. The whole tone of the dream was drenched in a heavy fog of sex and desire.

Edward was everywhere. Body naked. Everywhere. Edward everywhere. Pale hands ripped my shirt off. A cold wet tongue licked from the top of my chest down to my V. God the feeling was insane. A gentle caress on my thigh. A heavy handed push on my back, bending me over. A hard cock rising against my back. I leaned against the pressure. Hands on my chest. Edward between my legs. Edward on top of me. Or behind me? Everywhere. Edward, everywhere. I was kissing his chest, biting at his nipple. He growled in pleasure. I tried to massage his dick, but the dream wouldn't stay still. The picture kept changing, but my desire only increased. Black and white Edward grinned so that dracula styled fangs peeked out from his lips. Something was massaging the space behind my scrotum. I whimpered. The images blurred together. At one point I swear Edward had large bat wings stretching from his back. Was that a tail? I couldn't focus. I thrusted and dragged my hips against him. My dick was hard and pulsating. I could feel it twitch towards him. I couldn't get close enough. It was driving me insane that I couldn't get the friction I needed. Every time I tried to pull him closer, the image changed like it was avoiding me. I was going to explode.

"I want you inside me." I moaned. This Bram Stoker's version of Edward responded by kissing along the hollow of my neck. I looked up desperately into Edward's red eyes. His fangs bared and I briefly felt them slash into my throat.

I woke with a start. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead. "Damn." I sunk deeper into my pillow. I tried to relax so I could get up. My morning wood was. . . prominent. My boxers left plenty of room for my penis to erect. I moved my hand down to test something. My hand came up with my own semen. "Damn."

After a few minutes, I was able to get up, wash up, and get dressed. The visceral feelings the dream produced were fading away like sand in my palm. Nothing seemed real. I'm not sure I ever had a dream like that. Not even during puberty did I ever have a real wet dream that I could remember. It was strange. Everything was so strange now. But I liked it. I wanted more. Only I wanted the real Edward.


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- Rosalie