This is for my friend emilyg80 on the occasion of her birthday. It is a smuttake, so don't expect a lot of like, plot or character development. :) Thank you for always encouraging my slashy tendencies, Emily!
This takes place before the boys become dads and is back in Jake's POV. It is not beta'd, so please go easy on me. :)
"Honey, you've checked that bag five thousand times," I tell Edward, tugging him towards the bed. "Everything's there."
We've packed a small bag with clothes for the baby to wear home from the hospital, a digital camera, a disposable camera (just in case), and about fifty other things Edward thinks we'll need on Friday. The c-section is scheduled for eight o'clock in the morning.
"I know, I just wanted to make sure I remembered to pack the hat that my mom knitted," he grumbles. "You mock me now, but I bet you'll be thanking me on Friday."
"You're such a boy scout. Always prepared," I tease him, crawling under the covers. He walks around to his side and turns off the light, crawling in after me.
"You didn't complain about me being prepared last weekend," he argues. True; when Edward pulled out the pocket-sized package of lube and fucked me in the middle of our hike in the woods last Saturday, I didn't complain for a second.
"Uh, no. You'll never hear me complain about that shit," I tell him, reaching out to hook my bare leg over his. I tug him closer under the covers.
"Are you gonna miss stuff like that?" he asks, shifting his upper body a little bit closer. Lying on our sides, facing each other in the dark-this is where we have our best, most honest communication.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"We won't be able to take off and go hiking all day anymore, you know. Hell, we won't even be able to sleep more than two hours at a time. We probably won't have the energy for sex for a while, even if we have the time, you know?" His fingers draw tentative circles on my chest, dragging through the smattering of dark chest hair. The touch is feather-light and makes me shiver.
"I don't think we'll have time to miss it at first," I tell him, lifting his hand up to my lips. I kiss each of his fingers, his palm, the inside of his wrist. "We're gonna be so busy adoring our baby girl that we won't care. And then we can always get Nana and Pop-Pop to babysit. Or Alice, or Bella, or Seth-"
"Seth is not watching our baby. He will try to pierce her ears," Edward grumbles.
"Okay, okay. Not Seth. But you know everyone's going to help, so I'm sure we can make time to sneak away at some point."
"Yeah, you're right," he says, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip.
"But maybe we should take advantage of the next few days," I suggest, dragging his hand back down to my chest. He takes over, trailing his fingers down over my stomach to the waistband of my underwear.
"Mmm, good idea," he says, slipping a finger underneath the elastic. "Maybe we should take our time and spend the whole night teasing each other," he suggests.
"Or maybe," I suggest, guiding his hand further down, "we should have fast, loud, crazy sex." He laughs and wraps his fingers around my semi-erect cock, coaxing it to its full length in seconds.
"Is that what you want tonight?" he asks, brushing his thumb against the underside of my tip. "Do you want me to fuck you? Make you scream?"
"Jesus, Edward," I groan, pulling him closer. "Your dirty mouth..."
"You love it," he argues, dipping his head down to kiss my chest. His tongue flicks out to swirl around my nipple as his thumb circles the head of my cock. "Mmm, you taste good. Tell me, Jakey."
"Tell you what?" I ask, my head lolling back in pleasure as Edward starts pumping my cock faster.
"Tell me what you want," he says, dragging his lips across my chest so he can lick and suck at my other nipple. His teeth are sharp, nipping at my skin, but he's never too rough with me.
"Want your cock," I whine, trying to wiggle my arm free so I can reach for it. Edward stops me, though, and pushes my arm down against the bed.
"Tell me where you want it," he demands, his voice low and dangerous. God, he's so fucking sexy when he's like this. I buck up against him, trying to get back some control, but Edward has me pinned to the bed with just one hand. His other hand is still wrapped around my cock, teasing and stroking.
"Jesus," I whine, moving my hips with his hand. Edward's mouth drifts up to my neck and he nips at the skin there, just a teasing bite.
"Come on, Jake. Tell me where," he repeats, taking his hand off my dick and lowering his body to mine. As much as I miss the consistent pressure, his body all over mine feels amazing. Even thought we've been doing this for years, even though he's my everything and he feels like home, it still thrills me every time his cock rubs against mine.
"Fuck, need you inside. Don't tease me, baby. I need it," I beg, clawing at his back now that my hands are free.
"Shit," Edward breathes, stretching over me so he can reach for the lube on the bedside table. He sits up, settling between my legs, and urges me to lift my knees. "You gonna be loud for me? he asks, slipping a slick finger between my cheeks.
"God, yes," I cry. I'm normally pretty vocal, but if Edward wants loud, I'm gonna give him loud.
"Get up, baby," Edward says, pulling his fingers away suddenly. "Get on your knees." He helps me, maneuvering me with his dry hand and positioning me how he wants, on all fours in the middle of our bed. I tuck my arms under my pillow and rest my head on it, turning it to the side so Edward can hear me moan as he starts touching me again.
"Is this enough? Two?" he asks, stretching me as he fucks me slowly with his fingers. "You want more?"
"Yeah, more," I tell him, pushing back against his hand. "Harder, Edward."
He loves my encouragement and he takes it to heart. It only takes two or three minutes before I'm panting, moaning, and begging for him to fuck me.
"Louder," Edward says, slipping his fingers out and leaving me empty.
"Fuck me!" I demand, twisting my neck so I can look at him over my shoulder. "Come on, E. Fuck my ass."
"Now who's got the dirty mouth?" he asks, smirking as he lines himself up. This might be my favorite part-the very best part out of all the things we do together on our fairly diverse sexual menu. This part where we're connected for the first time since the last time. Where Edward is so careful with me. Where I can't control my reactions anymore because I've given it all up to him.
"Fuck," he whispers, reaching up to rub the sensitive spot on the back of my neck. He makes soothing circles with his thumb while he eases his cock into me, taking a break from fast, rough, and dirty.
Until I'm ready. Until he's all the way in and sliding back out with ease.
Then it's fast again, and the hand that was soothing me minutes ago is squeezing my shoulder, pulling me back against him as he fucks me relentlessly.
"Yes! Harder!" I cry, moaning and mumbling and keeping Edward's request for loud at the forefront of my brain. I rest my weight on one arm, slipping the other beneath my body to stroke my aching dick.
"God, Jake," he whines, snapping his hips against mine. "So fucking hot. Love making you scream."
"Don't stop," I beg, feeling the pressure radiating from deep inside me. All my muscles tense as Edward slams into me, the head of his cock dragging right against that spot inside me that he knows best, and I scream and thrash as my body releases.
He fucks me right through my orgasm, leaving me gasping and sated, panting but completely relaxed.
"Jake," he says, his voice strained with the tension that comes from holding back his own orgasm. "I'm gonna cum, baby."
I want him to lose control just like I did. My arms tremble with the effort of holding myself up, but I do it for Edward, rocking back against his dick as he thrusts into me roughly.
He screams when he lets go, but whispers to me after.
"Love you, Jake. Fuck, you're so sexy," he breathes, dropping kisses over my shoulders and my neck. When he can't hold himself up anymore, he flops down onto his back next to me.
We both end up on our sides again, facing each other in the dark.
"I love it when you're loud," he whispers, reaching for my hand.
"I love it when you're rough," I counter, lacing my fingers through his.
"I love this part, too," he says, bringing our joined hands up between us. He presses them to his chest first and then moves them to mine.
I nod my head in agreement and snuggle closer. "Yeah, this is pretty much the best."
I miss these boys *sigh*