Author's Note: More forays into threesome territory. Explicit Edward/Jake so be warned. Sorry for the delay in posting this - RL busyness. Will try to do better.
Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight. I'm just taking liberties with it. Lots of them.
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Sunday
Bella
For a moment when I wake I think I'm dying, then I wish I were. My head's a pulsating ache and it feels like it's going to explode any second. My tongue's glued to the roof of my mouth and something undead definitely crawled in there to fester. Thank Christ it's dark because even the numbers 4:05 glowing on the clock-radio beside the bed hurt my sore, gritty eyes.
After a brief sweaty struggle with the bedcover which is tangled around me in some weird way I manage to extricate myself, careful not to wake... Fuck. Jake. And Edward. Shit.
I slide to the floor and I'm frozen on all fours as it hits me. Getting drunk…the dancing…holding them both like in my dream…lying splayed out on the bed, Edward's mouth on me while Jake stroked him…both of us licking Jake's cock...oh sweet Jesus.
I can see just a little from moonlight leaking in around the drapes over the balcony doors. I crawl to Edward's armchair and slowly lever myself semi-upright then stagger to the bathroom.
In the bathroom I switch the light on reflexively then whimper in pain and turn it off again. Plus I don't want to see what's in the mirror. A red-eyed, horror-haired monster. Pitch fucking dark but I find the tap and feel about for a glass then drink about a gallon of water. Then I feel sick. Need Tylenol, surely he's got fucking Tylenol? Everyone has fucking Tylenol in their bathroom. I curse desperately, fumbling about in a cupboard behind the mirror and knock some damn thing into the basin where it makes a loud crash.
Defeated, I sink to the floor by the glass shower wall, head on my knees with my arms wrapped round me, and curl up in a heap of misery.
"Noooo turn it off!"
The searing light's gone on again, skewering my eyeballs. It clicks off and I hear someone push the door closed and feel their way across to me.
"Bella?" It's Edward. "Bella are you alright? Why are you in the dark?" I feel his hand on my arm, stroking me, then feel him sit beside me on the tiles.
"Not alright. Headache from hell," I mutter irritably. "Can't find the Tylenol."
"Revenge of the whiskey sours huh? I'll get it for you."
Soft thuds and clicks, a pause and then he says "Close your eyes love, I have to put the light on to check."
I can tell when it goes off as the red through my eyelids goes dark. A short pain-filled while later and he's pressing two tablets into my palm and a glass of water. I take them and suck up all the water, still dry as a Mormon. He gets me some more, drinks some water himself then crouches down beside me and rubs my arm. I shiver - it's not super-warm in here and I'm naked. He seems to have put a shirt loosely back on.
"You've got goose-bumps, wait, this'll help…"
A thick dry towel, warm from the heated rail, goes around my back, another over my legs. I feel him sit beside me and he slides his arms around my shoulders and under my knees and pulls me into his lap, rocking me gently.
"Sorry I let you get drunk Bella. I didn't realise it until it was too late."
He kisses my forehead and I feel a little better.
"My fault. Stupid…" But I'm not really talking about the drinking, not just the drinking anyway.
"You'll feel better in the morning," he reassures me.
"Will I? Gonna be kind of awkward I reckon…" I trail off unhappily.
"Feeling bad about what we did?"
I don't answer, I don't know what to say.
"Bella?" He sounds anxious.
"Yeah. You must think I'm…I dunno, a complete slut or something…" Irritatingly, tears trickle out of my eyes. I'm in a weakened state, in my defence. Fuck I hate crying.
He strokes my face and feels the tears, wiping at them with a corner of the towel. He kisses my hair and pulls me closer.
"Jesus Bella, don't cry. Of course I don't think that and nor will Jake. Don't you remember what I said?"
"What, you mean 'fuck Bella you're hot'?" I mutter, being difficult.
"Well that too." There's a smile in his voice. "No, about both me and Jake loving you."
Stupidly that makes me put my arms around his chest and cry some more. He sighs and rocks me.
"It wasn't just my dick talking baby. I do, you know."
"Love you too" I blubber into his chest, nose dripping.
He grabs me some toilet paper to blow it and pulls me back into his arms again.
"It's just…Edward…I mean, I never thought I'd ever…with two guys…" oh very coherent.
"I know, nor did I, I mean with two…others. But it's just happened, this you and me and Jake thing. Because we do all care for each other. It's not like some orgy or anything."
"Oh, you'd know the difference would you? Been to a few orgies?" I'm still sensitive about it all.
"Now who's calling who a slut?" Shit, he sounds a little hurt.
"Sorry, I was joking. I know, not an orgy but that's how people will see it."
"Fuck people." He's vehement, almost angry.
My voice is a whisper now. "They saw us go upstairs you know, after the dancing. The three of us…"
"They are a bunch of brain-dead losers. And they don't know what they saw, not really…"
But he sounds a little worried. "Jake's well out of it and I could give a flying fuck, but I won't have anyone hassling you. We'll tough it out and ignore them, hell, it's what I've been doing for years anyway. Alice and Jasper and Emmett will be OK."
"Will they?"
"They may not like it but they'll look after us."
"You're talking like this is something we need to handle...I mean that we're going to need to keep on handling…" Like you want us to keep on doing this is what I mean but can't quite bring myself to say.
He's silent for a while, then he sighs. "Yeah. Fuck, I don't know what to do. I love you both, in different ways. And I sure as shit want you both." Another pause. "Do you hate me for that?"
"I love you both too." I whisper it into his chest. "But how can we? Where could we…be together …except here. I mean, where did you and Jake…?"
"Here," he whispers, stroking my hair. "And Seattle, a motel after the concert."
I stiffen. "Wait, here and Seattle? How long have you and Jake been…?"
"Fucking?" Since the concert. Yeah, while you and I were…" He sounds strained, ashamed. "I wanted to tell you but I was afraid…I thought you'd tell me to get the hell away from you…"
There's an anxious silence while I absorb this, realising I knew anyway. I figured it out last night, seeing how they were with each other.
"Is it more than sex, you and Jake?"
He exhales and I realise he's been holding his breath. "Yeah. It's like you said. He makes me feel good, feel safe. I do love him too, but it's quieter than with you, less intense. With you it's been like a fucking whirlwind from that first day in Biology. But last night, when we were together…it just felt so right, so good, loving you both."
There's a pause then he whispers "What about you?"
I'm whispering too. I don't know if I'd be able to say this if it wasn't dark. The dark makes it easier somehow.
"I was a bit drunk last night but I knew what I was doing. Dunno if I would have done it though if I hadn't been half wasted. Too inhibited. But I love you and I love Jake, like you said. He's solid, like a rock, he steadies me. But it's not the same as with you, I'm in love with you and that's kind of…terrifying…"
I turn and feel his face in the dark and I kiss his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks. His mouth is soft and his lips part against mine as we press tongues gently. I feel as though I'm falling and I hear him groan softly, pressing his mouth more urgently against me, his hand sliding into my hair. Terrifying and wonderful.
When we finally break off the kiss, both our hearts are pounding. I can feel his through his chest.
"I don't know Edward," I whisper, catching my breath. "It's not fair to Jake is it? When it's not quite the same with him?"
"Maybe not." Stroking me, thinking. "We'll just have to talk about it, see what he wants." He leans in and bites me softly just below my ear, making my head fall back. "I know that he wants you baby, of course he does, you're fucking irresistible."
Kissing down my neck now, bending to take my breast in his mouth, soft until his circling tongue licks the tip to hardness. I feel his stubble rasp gently across the sensitive skin as he sucks on my nipple and I push myself into his mouth, making a small noise in the back of my throat.
"You're pretty fucking irresistible yourself Edward Cullen" I whisper as he lays me down on the towels, spreading my legs, his mouth hot and wet on my breasts as his hand slips in between my legs, his fingers gently stroking and pushing up into me.
"Bella baby, fuck, you're so wet for me." His voice is shaky.
He lies on top of me and eases himself inside, moving softly, silent now except for our gasps and soft moans. The pitch blackness intensifies sensation and I feel the blood beating in my groin, my head, my hands. My skin burns wherever he touches me and I'm so aroused I'm coming already, cresting in shuddering waves as he takes me.
His body's warm on mine, the stubble rough on his jaw as he mouths my neck and his hard cock slides deeply in then slowly out. I can tell that I won't come again but pleasure still pulses into me with every long thrust. His head drops to the crook of my neck and he's making low whimpering noises in the back of his throat as he shifts his grip on my hips, moving faster now and thrusting harder, starting to quiver and lose control. I feel him sigh, arching and grunting as he spills into me hot and helpless.
My headache's a little worse after the sex but I don't care and it soon subsides. We lie there and almost fall asleep again, then he stirs, pushing himself up on all fours and rising to his knees. He cleans us gently with a washcloth and we take some water back to bed. I feel a lot better now, the Tylenol taking effect.
Jake is still deeply asleep. He's rolled to my side of the bed, on the covers. Edward straightens the bedspread and gets a spare comforter from his wardrobe. He spreads it over Jake and pulls me in with him underneath the quilt so I'm between them both, resting in his arms.
"Sleep now Bella, we'll work it out," he whispers.
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Jake
I wake into dim curtained daylight from a dream of eating strawberries, crushing handfuls in my mouth so the juice runs down my chin. For some reason it's intensely sexual and I'm moaning quietly as my eyes squeeze open, hard as I always am in the morning and pushing my cock into something warm and yielding. Fucking excellent way to wake up.
I get my bearings rapidly, remembering where I am and with whom. It's Bella against me. She's spooned before me and my erection's nudging her soft ass, pressing between her thighs. My arm's around her and I'm holding her breast, my face in her hair. Edward's curled facing her, asleep with one arm under her neck and the other lying between them, his lashes fluttering on his cheeks in the throes of a dream. Hope it's as much fun as mine was, lover boy.
I push my face into Bella's hair: strawberries. I inhale deeply, still gently moving against her thighs. I'm so tempted to slide my hand down her hip and pull her leg up so that I can push myself in more deeply where I long to be, but she's stirring now and she twists and kisses me sleepily on the chin, rolling onto her back as Edward yawns and stretches beside her.
I content myself with teasing her breast, blowing air across the tip and brushing the backs of my fingers across her nipple as it hardens. Edward's drowsily stroking her belly, his fingers circling her navel and dipping down to brush her pubes.
Bella's hands slip in between us and she's taken our cocks, stiff with morning wood, one in each hand, and given us both a quick stroke. "Morning boys." Her small hands come up then and grip our wrists, pushing us gently away. "Nice though that feels, I need a human minute." She wriggles down the bed and extricates herself, heading for the bathroom.
Edward and I stare at each other, breathing a little fast and with hard ons that would choke a couple of pythons. Man those green eyes. Really goddam tempting to just slide over there, roll him over and have at him but I don't think Bella's quite ready to walk in on that and I want us to talk. I want us to fuck too, but I want to talk first. I stretch my hand over and interlace my fingers with his, just lying there looking at him hungrily as he smiles back at me.
My stomach growls. And I wouldn't mind some breakfast.
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We don't want to leave the room so Edward puts on his jeans and a shirt and goes padding off to raid the kitchen. He brings back a stack of toast with butter and jelly and a carton of juice, plus some mugs. There's a Mr Coffee in the room which Bella gets going while he's downstairs. She's borrowed some of his pajamas with the pants and sleeves rolled up and I'm in a pair of his sweats and some obscure Indie band T-shirt.
We picnic on the floor, using a towel as a makeshift table cloth.
"Kay" I say with my mouth full. "We gonna talk 'bout vif or wot?" I take a swig of coffee and swallow.
Bella shoots Edward a quick glance. Man that girl should never be let near a poker table. Or on second thoughts, I must get her into a game. Strip poker, preferably.
Shit this is awkward. All very well last night when we were drunk and in party mode, not so easy in the light of day. Well, in the half-light, Bella's eyes are still a bit sensitive so we've kept the drapes closed.
I'm feeling pretty vulnerable so I get up and wander to the French doors, pretending to look out between the drapes. Then I turn and lean back against the window, letting my hair fall half across my face in a dark curtain.
"Alright, I'll start. Last night was fucking wonderful. You both probably know how I feel about you..." Shit. I realise I can't really talk about how I feel for Edward unless he's told her.
I shoot him a worried glance and he smiles a little shamefacedly, looking sideways at Bella.
"I told her Jake. About us…Seattle and all that…"
I look at her anxiously too. "Right, sorry Bells. I didn't know at the time that you and Edward were…hell, I didn't know you were even back in town at first."
She smiles a little and shrugs, she doesn't seem too upset. Whew.
"OK, so none of us have know each other very long, well except for you and me Bells, but it just felt right with Edward the moment I met him, and I've always wanted you Bella, you know that…" I look down, hoping my skin color and the dim light will keep her from seeing that I'm blushing. That damn stupid kiss.
I take a deep breath. "So I want to keep on seeing you both. I mean both together when we can. OK, that's me done."
I try to sound all casual and blasé but I'm feeling kind of out on a limb here, scared they'll reject me. I realise I think of them as a couple and myself as the outsider, partly as I've never been with Bella, just me and her. It feels a bit lopsided. Can a triangle be lopsided? I guess it can.
I shake myself out of my anxious brooding because Bella's speaking.
"We talked in the night Jake, Edward and me. About this - well, we talked a little…"
What? I thought they seemed to be looking at each other kind of meaningfully. I bet they fucked. We're going to have to figure that shit out, if we…well, it won't work if we're jealous. Don't be jealous.
Now Bella's the awkward one. "It was just…I had a headache and Edward found me some pills and water…you know, and we talked. So…"
She takes a breath and I find I've tensed up.
"So we want to keep seeing each other too - I do, and Edward…we wanted to see if you felt the same. So I guess you do?"
I let my breath out, hadn't realised I was holding it. Yes. Yes I do. I stand there and push my hair back, looking at them both. Bella's face looks hopeful, questioning. Edward's smiling a little, his eyes more knowing, darker.
"Fuck yeah, I want to." I look away again, rubbing one bare foot up the back of the other leg as I lean on the wall. "I know it's not quite the same" I say quietly. "With me I mean. You don't feel quite the same about me…"
"No Jake, that's not…" Bella being Bella she has to make it right, she's getting up.
"It's OK Bells, really. You and Eds, you've got something special. And we haven't even…not yet…you and me I mean. But I don't care, I still want to try this, to see where it goes."
She's put her arms round my waist now, slender against me as I put my hand on her hair and stroke her, pressing her to my chest. There's a lump in my throat and at first it's just comfort, Bella soft against me as I hug her. But the feel of her warmth through my sweats, her breath hot against my chest and I'm so keyed up anyway…soon I'm reacting, blood pooling in my groin and I'm hard again, aching for her.
I make a soft huffing noise and kiss the top of her head. She can feel me through our thin clothes and I'm praying she wants it too. I'm so turned on with all this that I'm desperate now to get off. Such a romantic - I roll my eyes mentally. Such a fucking animal, Jake. Classy.
Edward's cleared the food and coffee away and he's joined us. He strokes Bella's hair too then pulls my head down a little, kissing the corner of my mouth and licking along my bottom lip. My mouth opens for him.
He pulls back and rests his head on my shoulder, speaking softly. "You seemed to feel it's a little…unbalanced between us Jake. Want to put that right with Bella? Go on and I'll join you in a bit."
He kisses my neck and tips Bella's face up, rubbing his nose against hers and they kiss. She's flushed and I feel her push her hips against me, pressing my erection against her stomach and making my breath hitch.
He goes towards the bathroom but I barely notice. Bella's got her hand on my aching cock, rubbing me through the soft cotton of the sweats as I lift her up a little and open her mouth, sliding my tongue in and pressing it against hers. Hot, so hot now. Blood pounding in me and I'm holding her hard pouring all my years of longing into the kiss. Getting it right this time.
I lift her in my arms - she's so slight - and carry her to the bed. Laying her in the center, I kneel over her and strip off the T-shirt, then I take off her pajama top. I wriggle out of the sweats and pull down her pants. She lifts her hips for me.
I cover her with my body, warm skin to warm skin all along us, chest, stomach, thighs. Her breasts press soft against me and I'm so hard, so fucking hard. My mouth's on her throat, licking her, biting gently, moaning as I move, rubbing my cock between us, writhing with the heat and pleasure as I kiss her mouth - deep, sucking, hungry kisses.
Holding myself up on my elbows so as not to crush her, I push my cock in between her legs, sliding it against her inner thigh, the skin so soft there, so smooth. I drop my head to her breasts, groaning and bringing my hand up to roll and pinch one nipple while I suck the other.
Bella arches back, her eyes shut, whimpering. Her hands stroke my back, my chest, they slide down my stomach between us into the hair below, flaring the hot need in my groin.
I grunt and push her legs apart with my knees. I have to be inside her. Have to. Need to. Fuck her. Yes.
Then I feel a caress on my ass, a hand reaching round and pulling me back from Bella, rolling me on my side against him...Edward? What?
"Wait Jake, here…" He takes my cock and rolls on a condom. Oh, oh yeah, ohhh…
Stroking me, rolling me back and his hand's on my ass again, fingers curving between my cheeks and in my crack, reaching forward to cup my balls and ah fuck he takes my cock and rubs it up and down Bella's slit, wet with her juices and I'm panting and moaning, Bella whimpering and pushing her hips up against me, begging me to fuck her as his long fingers trail over her cunt and along my cock.
Then I'm in her. Thrusting deeply and crying out, frantic with need, fucking her with hard desperate strokes as she writhes under me and sucks me in. I want this so much and I'm going to come too soon, too much, too intense, I can't hold it, I'm all body and no control, no mind just pumping flesh as it all gushes out of me.
No no no, I'm ashamed, I can't look at her. Wanted her so long and I've blown it. Blown my wad like a green thirteen year old with a porno mag. I'm still half hard and I keep moving, trying to please her. Bella groans under me, angling herself to keep me inside. Damn.
Then I feel his touch on my ass. Edward's hands are stroking my thighs, my ass, parting my cheeks and his finger's wet and slick as it presses inside my anus, tight as he slides it in through the ring of muscle, making me groan. Another finger, pressing and curving inside me, finding my prostate and stroking it. My teeth clench and I grunt, shocked as the heat wells out filling my groin again, exquisite pressure in my ass making me hard, filling me up, filling me with need and a burning pleasure.
Fuck me. Fuck my ass Edward. Oh sweet Jesus that feels good. Then his fingers slip out and he straddles me, opening my cheeks and pressing his slick cock in where he's made me ready and open. Hurts oh it hurts and I grunt and thrust reflexively into Bella, aaah now so good as his cock angles down a little where it's swollen and feels so right. And oh the sweet fire and I'm fucked and fucking, sobbing now as he takes me taking her.
Bella's looking up, wide-eyed and mouth open, panting as we curve over her, mindless, thrusting into her as Edward finds his rhythm, sliding hard and deep into me now, ruling me, setting the pace for our thrusts, fucking Bella through me. I give myself over to pleasure as he rides me, his hands on my hips then his chest's on my back as his pace quickens, skin slick on mine as his hips pump faster and my hips pump faster and we're grunting and Bella's head goes back and she spasms around me and fuck I'm going to come again oh Edward, oh Bella, spurting as he grunts and bites my shoulder hard and rams himself into me once, twice, quivering, then collapses across my back.
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No words, we curl together, boneless and spent. Sleep again and wake to lazy stroking and licking, a tangle of limbs, mouths and hands.
Hungry later on and there's pizza and music and we play poker, betting for toothpicks. Edward and I clean Bella out, predictably, claiming our winnings in kind from her mouth. We stay in the room as much as possible, Edward our emissary to scavenge food and sodas.
Finally pulling ourselves reluctantly back to the world outside our room as it sinks towards twilight. The Chief expects Bella back, I should check on Billy. Half dazed, we press parting kisses and touches on each other in the safety of our room.
Then we emerge and Edward walks us out. Bella's old truck, my bike. He stands there watching as we drive away, splintering off into the gathering dusk.
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Endnote:
Yeah I know one condom wouldn't have cut it for Jake but lets ignore that pesky detail and call it artistic licence. Reviews are nice. Even though they're currently at the magic number of 69. Snort.