Edward Cullen was one beautiful young man.
The little shit knew it, too.
"Mmmm." He raised his arms over his head, stretching languidly before placing his fingers upon the keys once more.
Bronze hair was flicked out of his face as he glanced over his shoulder. Amber eyes met crimson ones only long enough to ascertain the expression on the face of the man who'd been watching. It was rapt, eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar. Others might've taken the look for one of stupidity, but Edward knew how intelligent Emmett was.
And besides, Edward felt he was made similarly idiotic by the sheer masculinity Emmett exuded. It was no wonder Rose walked around in a state of constant flustered frustration when none of the vibrant males in the house wanted her. Edward shifted on the piano bench. Just thinking about Emmett's body had Edward half hard again, which was becoming more distracting under the intensity of Emmett's stare.
Edward gave up trying to compose when he was so distracted, closed the lid, swung his legs over the bench, and leaned back to rest his elbows against the piano. It'd finally arrived last week, and Edward spent two full days fussing and tsking and hmming. When at last he'd had it tuned to his satisfaction, Emmett had been amazed by the sounds that had been brought to life by the long fingers of the young man he so admired.
Edward hadn't had the chance to play for him before they'd begun moving about. It wasn't until their latest move that he'd stopped denying the draw between the two of them, so Edward was glad Emmett hadn't heard him play before then. Playing for Emmett now had an entirely different feel than it would've before. Music and passion were intertwined in Edward's soul, and he treated creating music like an act of love.
He liked performing. The voyeur in him liked being watched. He liked seeing where Emmett's eyes lingered so he could shift to display it to better advantage. And he really liked watching Emmett react.
Aside from the day when Edward had shocked them both by his response to their first kiss, he had been reticent, and hesitated to allow Emmett to take their relationship to the next step. The two had accepted their feelings, but with the move and constant comings and goings of five creatures who never sleep, it hadn't gone beyond a few exchanged kisses and playful wrestling. Emmett understood. Edward's upbringing had been strict, with well-defined lines of right and wrong. While he didn't truly believe what they felt could be wrong, it was difficult to overcome a lifetime of conditioning in order to act on those feelings.
So Emmett was patient. He wooed the younger-seeming man with his laughter, with the occasional caress, and with play fighting that allowed for touching and holding in a way that wasn't necessarily taboo.
And his thoughts.
God, the thoughts Emmett put in Edward's head!
It was one thing to know someone could read a person's mind. It was invasive and frightening to be denied the privacy of one's own thoughts. But it was something else to know someone had no choice but to hear what others thought. Saw. Felt. Instead of invading Emmett's privacy, Emmett held Edward in thrall with the things he wanted the telepath to see.
And right now, Emmett was watching Edward's pants. Deliberately, Emmett ran a single finger along his own growing erection.
"Ah!" Edward's mouth opened in shock. His hips jerked and the bulge in his pants strained against the fabric.
"Everyone left."
"W-what?" Edward gasped.
"While you were playing. Rose and Esme won't be back until tomorrow, they said. Some museum thing down t' the city, I think? Somethin' about buildings? I dunno; I wasn't really listening. And Carlisle's at work."
"Oh."
"It's just me 'n you." He drew the words out. Edward swallowed convulsively. The taller vampire left the doorway where he'd been standing for most of the day, watching Edward make music. He'd wanted to use the rare unsupervised time another way, to ease the young man past some of his preconceived biases and fears, but hadn't been able to bring himself to interrupt. He'd watched the emotions play across Edward's face as his fingers danced across the keys, and imagined him unleashing all that pent up passion on him.
Edward groaned, the images of himself and Emmett together were both fascinating and frightening. He wanted it. He wanted him. And Emmett knew he did.
And what do human rules matter to us now? thought Emmett. They change with the times, but you 'n me can be timeless.
Neither man spoke as Emmett strolled across the room. There was no need for words when Edward heard them before they could be spoken.
What say you 'n me have fun. Wanna have some fun, baby?
Emmett's sunny smile drew an answering one from Edward as it always did. But after the brief flash, the smile faded, to be replaced with a look of fear. Born years before Emmett, Edward was younger than he when Carlisle changed him. He lacked the experiences of Emmett's childhood, the experiments with girls and the things they'd done, but he'd seen more than enough in the minds around him to be familiar with what Emmett wanted.
To fear it, but to want it, too.
Edward's lips parted in a sigh as Emmett stroked the bronze tangles away from his finely sculpted face. Red eyes held golden ones as he lowered himself to his knees in front of Edward. He was tall enough that doing so brought their faces almost level, but Edward was still reclining against the piano. Emmett thrust his hand into Edward's hair and tugged gently, pulling the youthful face toward his own. One hand rested on Edward's thigh, causing him to gasp and twitch.
It's okay, baby, I'll take good care of you. Trust me.
"I do; it's just..."
Trust me, Emmett repeated.
He swallowed again, torn between what he wanted, and what he'd been told he should want. According to all he knew, all his human parents had taught him, and even what Carlisle and Esme still expected of him, it should be Rosalie kneeling between his legs, or some other girl, but not Emmett. But it wasn't blonde hair he thought of, nor soft curves he longed to touch and cup.
It was the thick black curls in his hand now that captured his imagination. It was strong arms that he wanted wrapped around him. It was the angles and planes of Emmett's bare chest Edward wanted to touch, as he had done during their first kiss. And as on that day, Edward whispered the other man's name before their lips met.
Emmett let his hand roam from Edward's thigh to his hip, and the other left his hair to mark a path down his neck, brushing over one nipple (Edward clutched Emmett's shoulders and inhaled sharply at the light touch) and coming to rest on the other hip. Careful of the bench, Emmett used his hold on Edward's hips to pull him closer, edging forward on his knees until Edward's erection was digging into Emmett's chest. Their lips were moving, the smooth skin that was harder than granite felt soft and welcoming against Edward's. His lips parted, accepting the flick of Emmett's tongued request for entry.
Emmett's hands slid around to grip Edward's ass, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened and Edward started unconsciously grinding against Emmett.
"Mmph!" Emmett lifted Edward off the bench, holding the lanky body against his broad one. The position wasn't exactly comfortable for Edward, and considering the way his pants and what was in them were protesting, he felt he had better move before they were split clean in half, and he straightened his legs from where Emmett'd had them wrapped around him. While that eased the pressure, it left Edward feeling frustrated and awkward with he and Emmett now kneeling together on the floor in front of his piano.
Emmett didn't share that feeling, as there was now room for him to slip his hands between them and tug at Edward's belt.
"Wait." Edward broke the kiss with a gasp. The conditioning of a lifetime forced him to put his hands on the other man's and shake his head. A flicker of disappointment crossed Emmett's face, and Edward mumbled, "I'm sorry."
The last thing Emmett wanted was for Edward to feel shame as that wouldn't help him at all the next time, so he gripped his cheeks with his large hands and made Edward meet his eyes. "I'm not. Anticipation is... spicy. A little hunger... or thirst... makes a meal so much more satisfying; don't you think?"
Emmett's eyebrows wiggled and the exaggerated suggestiveness replaced the look of worry on Edward's face with one of amusement. He pulled Edward against him in a bear hug. And besides, there's other ways. Just how far does your gift go?
Edward knew what Emmett meant and shivered.
I caught that!
Edward rested his head against Emmett's neck and smiled. "You're still technically a newborn, Em. Of course you did. If you were to hold me any tighter, no doubt you could feel me blink!"
Mmmm. No doubt I could. But what could you feel?
Emmett's arms were wrapped around Edward, with one hand on his hip to keep them pressed tight together there and the other on his shoulder so all of Edward's lithe body was pressed against him. As vividly as he could, he imagined what it would be like to snake his hands under Edward's shirt. He chuckled as Edward sucked in a shaky breath.
Confident that the telepath would experience everything Emmett wanted him to, he played out what their future could hold, if Edward would let it. In his mind, their clothes were magically gone. Emmett seemed to have more hands than was possible as Edward felt himself touched all over. Some feather light, some with a grip of iron, hands that weren't really there kneaded his ass, slid up and down his thighs, and traced the lines of muscles on his abdomen. Edward clutched Emmett's broad shoulders as the only link to reality he had, while he was touched almost all over by hands that never moved.
"Ah! God, Emmett," Edward panted and shifted his grip from Emmett's shoulders to his ass. He was desperate for some kind of attention to be paid to the one place Emmett's imaginary hands had avoided and ground their hips together. He tried to slide his hands between them to touch either himself or Emmett (he really wasn't sure which as he wanted both and he had two hands, so why not!) but Emmett's greater strength kept Edward's body flush with his, and Edward settled for groping Emmett the way he was imagining doing to him.
Edward ran his hands all over Emmett's shoulders and back, along the thick cords in his neck, and the bulging muscles in his arms. He brushed the tips of his fingers along the curve of ears that would've stuck out if Emmett's hair had been shorter. Edward's hand cupped Emmett's face, and his thumb found the dimple as Emmett smiled.
He turned his head, seeking the delicious taste of Emmett's mouth, but he didn't even have that much room to move and contented himself with kissing the strong jaw and neck. Emmett didn't want to be distracted when he had his own plans for his mouth. Real or not, Edward would taste it too when Emmett's mind conjured the honey of Edward's skin as a phantom tongue and lips left trails of venom over Edward's chest. His mouth was on each nipple at once, yet his tongue trailing lower. Pinpricks of fleeting pain from Emmett's imaginary teeth flashed and flared along Edward's hips, the line of hair that trailed from his bellybutton into his pants, and the twin dips that led to Edward's aching member.
Just a few little love bites.
Emmett knew what it felt like to be kissed and touched and licked and sucked, and Edward threw his head back and let out a long, low cry of pleasure as the other man imagined taking his throbbing cock into his mouth giving it the attention he craved at last. Lost in the images in Emmett's mind and the physical sensations he made sure to include, Edward didn't at first realize he was truly doing it when deft fingers undid his belt and buttons and reached in to brush a thumb over the tip. Emmett smeared the bit of moisture about before his large hand slid down the length of Edward's shaft.
Edward was thrusting into Emmett's hand, his fingers twisting almost painfully tight in the thick curls. As Emmet's hand moved, he imagined it was his mouth instead. Fingers and lips and tongue, cool breaths and teasing nips, a careful cupping of his sensitive sack and gentle nudge to the skin behind it, and Emmett's hand was suddenly slick, sliding easily up and down as Edward panted, moaned, thrust, and writhed under Emmett's ministrations.
His body gave one final jerk before he collapsed, boneless and breathless. Red eyes sparkled with mischief when Edward was able to look up at him.
"That was... wow, Emmett. Fuck."
Delighted with himself for eliciting such language from the gentile young man, he grinned cheekily and said, "Oh, I plan to, baby. Trust me."