It's not the first time someone's called Edward a faggot.

Hell, the first time was probably 15 years ago, on a playground, playing basketball with some other little kids that didn't even really know what the word meant. They just knew it was mean.

At my high school, guys threw words like that around like they meant nothing: "You coming to the party, queer?" "Stop being such a fag and drink it." "This faggot over here called his mom to tell her he's going to be late."

I got into a lot of fights in high school.

I don't hear it much anymore now that I live in a city... now that I've packed on forty pounds of muscle.

Edward and I got called fags a few times when we were roommates. Loading groceries into the car at Costco, walking home from a club together, marching defiantly in a demonstration for equal rights. He let it roll off his back then. He kept me calm, told me to ignore it. Told me that those people were ignorant and what they said didn't matter.

It's not the first time someone's called Edward a faggot.

But it is the first time someone's called him a faggot since he started dating me. Kissing me, loving me, fucking me.

We're at the farmer's market, looking for some goddamn ridiculous herb that Edward wants to try, and he's getting annoyed because he can't find it.

"I swear, it was here fucking last week," he grumbles.

"Why didn't you buy it fucking last week?" I tease. He rolls his eyes at me.

"Shut it," he says, but I can tell he's not mad. He pushes me aside, wiggles his way between me and the display, and continues poking through the poorly labeled herbs for sale.

He's so close to me that I can't resist-I do it on instinct. Just one little kiss, one little brush of my lips on the back of his neck. I know he gets nervous about PDA, but he likes this kiss. He shudders and inhales sharply. Just as I'm thinking about teasing him some more, dragging him home, and kissing every inch of his neck and his shoulders, I hear it.

"Get a room, faggots," a man spits, the hatred in his voice making the word even more bitter than usual.

Edward turns to face him, and I place a steadying hand on his lower back. He's angry. He's fucking furious.

He throws the first punch.

Last night we covered some new ground. We've covered a lot of fucking new ground in the four months we've been together, but this was big. Uncharted waters.

We were sitting on Edward's bed in our boxers, playing the new Mortal Kombat game on his PS3. I was kicking his ass.

It was fun. We were joking around, taunting each other, talking shit. He kept trying to elbow me and throw me off my game, but I retaliated by smacking the controller out of his hand every chance I got. I egged him on. Edward likes competition-it makes him horny. It makes him... aggressive. I fucking love it when he's all sexy and demanding.

When the game was over and Edward conceded in a huff, he turned off the TV and tossed his controller to the floor.

"So do you wanna grab dinner, or-" I asked, but he interrupted me. Tackled me. Kissed me.

He covered his body with mine, squeezing roughly at my shoulders, my sides, my ass. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath, just long enough to say, "Fuck dinner."

I twisted my fingers in his hair and pulled his face down to my neck.

"I fucking love how horny you get when we play video games," I told him, spreading my legs to make room for him. He was already so fucking hard-when he thrust against me I could feel my dick catching up.

He kissed down my throat, over my collarbone, and down my chest. He lingered at my nipples, pinching and twisting at one while he sucked on the other.

"Feels so good," I told him, writhing underneath him already. The way he was kissing down my body made me desperate for his mouth. He had eased himself into blowjobs slowly, but he was getting pretty fucking good at it.

At first he'd just given my cock a few kisses while he jerked me off, just little innocent pecks. I didn't push him, just waited for him to explore on his own. I gave him a lot of fucking feedback though-the first time he wrapped his lips around the head of my dick, I used every swear word known to man. I told Edward he was a fucking god and he made me feel like one too.

"Bite it," I begged him, pushing him down against my nipple. He complied, nipping and sucking as his hands got more adventurous, slipping underneath the waistband of my boxers.

He pulled them down slowly as his lips trailed down my stomach. There was no hesitation, just hunger in his eyes when he reached my dick and started lapping at it with his tongue.

"Want me to bite this, too?" he asked, playfully, scraping his teeth so lightly against the sensitive head.

"You better not fucking bite me," I warned, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock. I stroked it lightly while Edward licked and sucked at the head.

"Don't wanna bite you," he said, tapping his tongue against the underside. "Want you to cum so hard you fucking pass out."

He batted my hand away then, hooking two of his own fingers around my cock and angling it just right before taking it into his mouth. "Christ, Edward, that feels so fucking good," I told him, tightening my fingers in his hair.

I grabbed another pillow and stuck it under my head with my free hand, propping myself up so I could watch him. So hot, so beautiful, so fucking sexy when he closed his eyes and concentrated hard on taking me deeper.

His free hand was on my chest, scratching at me lightly, idly circling my nipple with his finger. I tossed my head to the side, overwhelmed with sensation when he pinched me there. When I opened my eyes, I got an idea.

There was a bottle of lube sitting on Edward's nightstand.

I reached over and grabbed it, opened it quietly, and poured a little in my palm. I let go of Edward's hair, lifted his free hand from my chest, and wrapped my slick palm around two of his fingers. He looked up at me, startled, but he didn't stop sucking.

"Touch me?" I asked, lifting my left knee. I pulled it back, opening myself up to him, and Edward's rhythm slowed as he adjusts. I let go of his fingers and watched him drag his hand down my body, watched it disappear between my legs.

It was a little bit stunted at first, and Edward had to release my cock so he could concentrate on pushing into me gently. Once he penetrated me with one finger and eased a second into me, he held them still while he started sucking me again, getting his rhythm back.

"God, yes," I sighed, my body moving automatically with Edward's ministrations. He found a rhythm pretty fast; up and in, down and out. He worked me slowly, building me up until I was panting, screaming, begging him to make me cum.

"Please, Edward, please, fuck!" I cried, thrusting up into his mouth. He curled his fingertips inside me, dragging them against the spot he had grown to know so well, and bobbed his head wildly. When my orgasm hit me I twisted both of my hands in his hair roughly and screamed through it.

I was floating, afterward. So fucking high from cumming that hard. Edward kissed up my body, reached over the side of the bed and wiped his hand on a discarded t-shirt. I couldn't move, so I just laid back and let him kiss me, touch me softly, until I came back to Earth.

When I opened my eyes again, he looked nervous. Apprehensive.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," he echoed, smiling at me. I lifted my head, puckered my lips, invited him to kiss me. When he stretched his body out next to mine, I could feel how hard he still was.

"I think it's your turn," I whispered, reaching down to palm his erection. "After that performance, baby, I'll do anything you want. You want me to suck your cock?" I asked, squeezing him gently as I kissed at his neck.

"I want..." he started, and then paused. Swallowed. Ducked his head into my shoulder. "I want you to do that to me," he whispered.

"Suck you off?" I asked, surprised at his sudden shyness. All of his aggression and confidence from before was gone.

"Yeah," he said. "And uh, the other thing, too..."

Oh.

Oh!

The one thing that had been completely off the table until then was Edward's ass. He flipped out when I just brushed my fingers between his cheeks once, and I'd left it alone since then.

"You sure, baby?" I asked him, not wanting to jump into something new unless he's completely on board.

"Jake, when I do it to you... Christ, you cum so fucking hard. I can see it," he said, and I nodded in acknowledgement. "I wanna feel it too," he admitted.

I grinned, reached up, and pulled him down to me for a kiss. He pulled away after a second though, to clarify what he wanted. "Just your finger," he said, holding up his index finger and adding, "One."

"Got it," I told him, pushing him back against the pillow. I distracted him with my lips, kissing him senseless until the tension and the embarrassment melted away. I kissed and licked over every square inch of his abs, his hipbones, his upper thighs, carefully ignoring the throbbing, purple head of his cock.

"Jake, come on, please," he whined, eventually grabbing the back of my head and trying to guide me to where he needed me. I pushed his knee back, spreading him open for me in the same position I'd been in.

I was careful and slow as I took him into my mouth, not wanting to build him up too fast. I wanted him to get the full effect. I dragged out the blowjob, licking, kissing, exploring. I teased his balls, weighing them in my hand, and tickled the skin beneath them with my finger. Tentatively, I let it slip further down until I was tracing his hole.

This is where he flipped out before, but now he just groans in pleasure. Pushes against me. Moans my name.

I teased him some more, circling around his entrance, dragging my finger back up to his balls and then down again.

I had him so lost that he didn't seem to notice my hands moving or the click of the cap as I opened the lube again.

He jumped a little when he felt my finger return, slick and more insistent, between his cheeks. I distracted him by sucking hard, hollowing out my cheeks around him, and humming.

That time I made smaller, tighter circles with my finger, spreading some of the wetness around. I pushed in so gently, just barely stretching him with the tip of my finger, and he hissed.

"It's okay," he said, "I'm okay." I didn't know if that was for me or for his own reassurance, but I took him at his word.

I worked my finger in and out slowly, so slowly, just a quarter of an inch at a time. His ass was so fucking tight, so fucking hot, but I could feel him slowly start to relax around my finger.

When it was in, all the way in, I started moving my mouth faster, harder, in the long, deep strokes that Edward prefers.

"Yeah, oh yeah, God that's good, Jake," he said, one hand tugging at his hair and the other hand in mine.

I curled my finger slightly, moved it in an out a little more vigorously, and felt for the little spot that would drive Edward insane.

I expected him to swear or to shout when I found it, but he didn't. His body tensed, his hips bucked up into my mouth, and he fucking cried.

"Jacob, oh God!" he sobbed, his face twisted in pleasure. "Don't stop, please," he begged, his whole body quivering.

I didn't stop. I pushed him higher and kept him there, savoring his gasps and moans and little yelps of "Jake" and "yes" and "fuck."

When his body took over and started to tremble, when his ass started clenching tighter around my finger, I let him fall. I sucked him deep into my mouth and swallowed around the head of his dick, fucking him furiously with my finger at the same time.

He came for minutes, hours, days. He filled my mouth, gave me so much to swallow, and I took it all. He clawed at his own chest and tugged at my hair, thrashing through it all before he fell back against his pillow, spent.

I pulled my finger out of him slowly, carefully. I let his cock fall from my lips and kissed it as it softened against his thigh. He was still panting as I wiped up with the same t-shirt Edward had used earlier.

I scooted up to the head of the bed, pulled him close, and kissed his forehead.

"Wow," he mumbled, falling limp against my chest. "That was... fuck, that was awesome."

"Love you," I whispered, kissing his temple.

"Love you too," he murmured, curling into me, soft and sweet.

But that was last night, when we were alone and snuggled up in Edward's bed.

Right now he's punching some redneck, straddling his chest, breaking his glasses.

"Shut the fuck up!" Edward shouts, and he struggles against me as I try to pull him up and off the guy. He stopped putting up a fight, just laid there as Edward beat the shit out of him, and he looks like he's gonna have two black eyes tomorrow.

"Let me go!" Edward says, pushing me away. "Did you hear that motherfucker?"

"Yeah, I heard him, Ed," I say, wrapping one arm around his chest. I twist his right hand behind his back, trying to restrain him and drag him away before the cops show up.

"Didn't you fucking hear him, J? Let me go kick his ass. Hateful fucking bigoted motherfucker," he spits.

"He's not worth it, baby," I tell him, pulling him further away from the guy. Finally, he stops fighting me and relaxes. "Let's just go home, come on," I prompt him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

He shrugs it off, he pulls away.

He walks with me to the car, but he keeps his distance. No fingers brushing together, no playful elbows to the side, no eye contact.

He doesn't look at me the whole way home.

A/N: What is E thinking here? Hmm. Please leave a review and let me know what you think about the chapter! Review=teaser (please note, I am sending the teasers via PM because the review alert emails are taking a few days to reach me. If you have chosen to block PMs in your account settings, you may not get a teaser before the next chapter posts).

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