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"Good practice, gentlemen," Coach Carlisle Cullen said, clapping his hands in the standard three count to draw their attention to him. He placed his hands on his hips before he looked at each one of them, his eyes drifting stopping on him just long enough for Edward's stomach flopped into knots. It always did. Though, he knew better than to show it.

So, instead he accepted the towel Alice Brandon tossed into his hands smiling at him before she moved on to the next player, and wiped the sweat off his face and dragging it over his soaked hair and wrapping it around his neck as his eyes shifted to Carlisle again.

"Keep up this intensity and we shouldn't have any problems against those dickheads from Port Angeles on Friday."

Everyone laughed. Except Edward. He didn't laugh because he could feel Carlisle's eyes flickering to him again. Just for the briefest, smallest second, though he felt them.

"Hit the showers, and, gentlemen, stay focused on our goal," Carlisle said before waving his hands toward their locker room.

While they all, including Edward, tucked their helmets under their arms and hustled over to the locker room, he turned and looked back at Carlisle, who was standing with his assistant coaches, though he wasn't listening to a word they were saying. No, he was watching him, which did nothing to help the feeling deep inside his stomach.

"Hey, Edward, good practice," Jessica Stanley said, stepping in front of him before he could follow the rest of the team into the locker room. She held out one of the water bottles. "Did you need a drink?"

From behind her, he saw Bella Swan roll her eyes, and Edward almost laughed. Almost, but didn't. Bella was one of the few girls who didn't fawn all over the football players. Most of them wanted a boyfriend on the team, made them think having a jock as a boyfriend would give them the popularity they wanted so badly, but not Bella. She was quiet and nice, the kind of girl Edward would want to date if he was into girls, but he wasn't. Not since Carlisle started looking at him.

"No, I'm okay," he said, trying to sound polite, but he knew what she was going to ask next, and he was getting tired of replying the same way.

"Oh, okay. Um, hey, I was thinking maybe we could, um, you know go to the movies or something this weekend."

"Can't." And when she started to ask why, as she had every time, he said, "I've got plans with my family."

"Oh, yeah, okay. Maybe another weekend."

"Jess," Bella called, and Jessica rolled her eyes this time before she turned and put on a fake smile. "It's your turn to rinse the practice dummies."

"Yay me," Jessica scowled, but started hurrying over to the where they were stacked.

"Here, I'll take that towel," Bella said, walking over with her hand out.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Edward walked past her and into the locker room. The rest of the team were listening to AC/DC and laughing and planning for the big party Mike Newton was having Saturday night, to celebrate their big win, of course. They hadn't won yet, and the Wolves from Port Angeles were a good team, hard to beat, but by all means, let's celebrate prematurely.

Emmett McCarty and Jasper Whitlock were seated in front of their lockers when Edward walked over, tossing his helmet on the floor before ripping his practice jersey over his shoulder pads and loosening the straps that kept it in place.

"Jess stalking you again, Masen?" Jasper asked, snickering under his breath.

"Girl can't seem to take a hint," Emmett added. "Though, why you keep saying no is something I don't understand, Edward. I mean, are you not interested in getting pussy?"

"I am. Just not that pussy." Edward gave him a look before tilting his head toward Mike Newton. "I'm not interested in his sloppy seconds."

Everyone knew about how Mike and Jessica had gotten caught fucking in the bathroom at his last party a couple months ago after she got drunk and let him plow her from behind. Edward felt bad for the girl, she clearly hadn't intended on sleeping with him, but Edward wasn't interested in her or any other girl. He just couldn't tell them that. They wouldn't understand that not only was Edward gay, but that Carlisle had already staked a claim over him.

"Don't blame you, but you need to get your dick wet, man."

Emmett clapped him on the shoulder before he and Jasper headed off toward the showers. Edward took his time to remove the rest of his practice gear, stowing his pads in his locker before adding his pants and jersey to the pile of laundry the athletic trainers would be washing later. He felt bad that Alice, Bella, and Jessica were literally having to wash their dirty laundry, but it was what it was and the way football always seemed to work.

By the time Edward emerged from the shower, only he and Mike Newton were left inside the locker room, and Newton was already dressed. Just shoving the last of his shit back into his backpack. He stood and gave Edward a quick nod before he walked out, leaving Edward alone. Well, not alone, just without any other members of the Fork's High School football team.

He felt Carlisle standing behind him before he heard him. And when he turned around, sure enough he was standing in the doorway of his office, his arms folded in front of him and a smirk on his lips. He tilted his head to the side as his eyes drifted down his wet, naked body to where the towel was wrapped around his hips.

"You had a good practice today. You played hard."

The way he said 'hard' had Edward's stomach flopping again. Just as it had the first time he'd looked at him like that. Just a handful of months ago, in fact, but ever since that night, something inside Edward changed and he longed to feel his hands again.

"Thanks," he murmured.

Carlisle nodded and pushed off the doorframe and walked over so that he was standing in front of him. Right in front of him, so close Edward could smell the mint of his gum. His eyes shifted down to the towel again before meeting his own eyes, silently giving him an order.

Edward grabbed the front of the towel and gave it a tug, uncovering his nude body. Carlisle's eyes drifted down his body again, his tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip. But he didn't touch him, even though Edward was hard. So hard he was aching with need.

"What are you waiting for?" Carlisle asked, placing his hands on his hips.

Edward reached out and grabbed the top of Carlisle's shorts and giving them a swift tug down. Of course, he wasn't wearing any underwear. He never did. Hadn't in the last five months that he and Edward had started their . . . whatever you wanted to call what they were doing. Relationship? No, it wasn't a relationship. It was touching and blow jobs that made Edward want more every time they were together. But it was also sharing their dreams, and goals, their plans for the future, a future they hoped to have together.

Carlisle placed his hand on the back of Edward's head, tangling his fingers in his wet, auburn hair, before giving him a hard tug and shoving him down onto his knees. "That's better."

Edward wrapped his fingers around his long, hard cock. He was thick and there were bubbles of pre-cum already seeping from his tip, and Edward snaked his tongue out, dipping it into his slit, licking it off. Carlisle inhaled a sharp breath, thrusting his hips toward Edward.

"Stop teasing and get to sucking already."

Edward almost smirked, but didn't because Carlisle didn't like smug boys. He liked obedient boys, and Edward was obedient as his lips parted and he let the man slide into his mouth. The moan that left Carlisle's mouth just spurred Edward on and he felt himself hardening as he took the man all the way in. He had enough practice by now. The first time Carlisle had come to him, he'd had a hard time getting even half of him into his mouth, but now, he could take all of him, and he loved it. He loved every fucking inch of him.

"Goddamn it, Edward, don't stop," Carlisle groaned, his fingers tightening as he started shifting his hips toward him. "You like my cock, don't you?"

Edward hummed, causing him to twitch in his mouth.

"Yeah, just like that. Take it just like that," Carlisle murmured, moving his other hand from his hip and placing it on Edward's shoulder, giving him even more leverage to fuck his mouth.

He wanted to reach down and wrap his free hand around his own dick, but he didn't. He knew better than to touch himself without permission. Every part of him belonged to Carlisle, he'd told him. He was Carlisle's little bitch, he'd said. And he was. Edward would never be able to deny that Carlisle owned his body, heart, and soul for as long as he wanted him.

Carlisle groaned once more before he yanked on Edward's hair, pulling him up to his feet. He stepped toward him, causing Edward to fall back against the lockers behind him. He placed one hand on the cold, blue lockers before placing his other hand on Edward's naked hip.

"Have you been preparing yourself for me?"

Edward nodded.

"How?"

Swallowing against the spit that filled his mouth, he said, "I've been using the plugs you gave me. I . . . I started with the smallest one and moved to the bigger one. Slowly, like you told me to."

Carlisle smiled. "Good, good. Do you think you're ready for all of me?"

Edward nodded again.

"Then turn around."

Edward's heart was racing as he turned and placed his hands on the lockers. He felt Carlisle's hands grip his hips as he pressed the full length of his body against his. Carlisle placed a kiss on the side of Edward's neck leading up to his ear.

"Can I have you, Edward? Can I?"

Edward's heart was racing as he nodded.

"Say it," he whispered against the cusp of his ear. "I want to hear you say it."

"You can have me. For as long as you want me, you can have me, Carlisle."

He smiled and nipped at his ear before leaning away. Edward felt his finger slid across his back, down his ass before pressing between his butt cheeks. "Spread your legs more."

Edward shifted his legs apart, giving him better access. He heard the sound of something opening and when he looked back, he saw Carlisle with a bottle of lube.

"I know you've been prepping yourself, but I don't want to hurt you."

"I know."

Carlisle smiled, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement as he squirted the lube onto his fingers before pushing them between his cheeks again. Edward turned away, trying to hide his reaction when he felt the first finger enter him. Even though he had been preparing himself, the feeling of fingers were different than the plugs. Better, and he couldn't wait to feel his cock inside of him, feeling him entirely. The way he had meant to fill him.

"You gotta relax, Edward, or it's going to hurt worse." Carlisle placed another kiss on his shoulder. "You trust me, don't you?"

"I do." He took a deep breath and tried to relax. "I'm just excited."

Carlisle laughed. "I am, too."

One finger turned into two and then three. By the time he had all three fingers inside of him, the discomfort had dissipated, and he was aching to cum already. Carlisle removed his fingers and a moment later, he felt the head of his cock pressing against him. His hands came down onto his hips as he pushed forward, entering him fully. The feeling of him inside him was better than he had imagined, expected, and he would never get tired of him.

"Are you okay?"

Edward nodded, a little whimper leaving his lips as he said, "More. Give me more."

"My greedy little boy," Carlisle snickered, but a moment later, he felt him pull almost all the way out of him and thrust forward again. "Fuck your ass feels good."

Edward couldn't articulate the way he felt, so instead he just pushed backward, needing more, wanting more, demanding more. Carlisle tightened his hands on his hips as he thrust again and again, harder and harder, faster and faster until they were both panting. The sound of their heavy breathing echoed throughout the abandoned locker room, the sound of their bodies slapping against one another.

Carlisle's fingers were digging into his hips, pulling him harder against his as he slammed into him. Edward could feel the urge to cum, but he couldn't find the strength to reach down and grip himself, slide his fingers along his swollen cock, so imagine his surprise when Carlisle reached around and gripped him, stoking him in the same rhythm he was fucking him. Edward wasn't going to last long, he could feel the burning desire to let his orgasm take over.

"Let me feel it, Edward," Carlisle said against the stop of his shoulder. "Cum for me. I want to feel you cumming around me."

"I . . . I." Edward groaned as his body tightened and he felt his release shoot out his cock and onto the front of his locker.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it," Carlisle cooed, his hand coming back to his hip as he thrust wildly, harder. "Where do you want it? Your tight ass or your hot mouth?"

"Ass," Edward grunted, wanting nothing more than to feel his release inside of him.

"Ass it is."

Carlisle growled before his hips slammed against him once more, and Edward felt him shoot his release deep inside of him. He rested his head on top of his shoulder, the feeling of his warm breath brushing across his shoulders. He felt his lips just moments before he pulled out of him and when Edward turned around, he saw him pulling his shorts back up.

Before Edward could say anything, though, the door to the locker room opened and they turned to find Bella Swan standing there with her mouth wide open. Her eyes flickered from Edward to Carlisle before she squeaked and slammed the door behind her.

"Oh, that's just fucking great," Carlisle groaned before looking back at him. "You'd better put some fucking clothes on, Edward, and go stop her before she tells everyone."

Edward grabbed his jeans and T-shirt out of his locker, somehow managing to put them on before he hurried out of the locker room. Though, he didn't have to look hard. Bella was standing just outside of the building, her eyes still wide as she looked over at him.

"Bella, I —"

"How long have you and Coach Cullen been fucking, Edward?"

He flinched. "A while."

She nodded. "Kind of explains a lot."

"It does?"

This time, Bella laughed. "I mean, yeah, no wonder you don't want Jessica Stanley when you have a sexy bitch like Carlisle Cullen fucking your ass."

Edward choked on his own laughter. "You can't tell anyone."

"I won't," she promised.

"Yeah?"

Bella smiled. "You're not the only one with secrets, Masen."

"I'm not?"

She shook her head as she looked around before she leaned toward him. "I'm a lesbian, Edward. I've been seeing someone for a while, and, well, she's not ready to come out of the closet, so I haven't told anyone. She's older and, well, it's kind of complicated."

"I won't tell your secret, if you don't tell mine. Please, Bella, it's not just sex between us. He's . . . he's everything to me."

She smiled. "You have my word."

"Thank you." Edward leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Thank you so much."

"Yeah, yeah," she snickered, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him away. "Just maybe you don't fuck in the locker room anymore. You're lucky it was me, and not Jessica Stanley, though she bailed with Newton." Bella made a gagging face. "Probably sucking him off in the back seat of his car. Poor girl doesn't even know he's screwing Lauren Mallory, too."

"Getting caught is part of the thrill, Swan."

"Oh, I know. I'll be back in a bit to get the laundry. Take your time."

Bella laughed before she hurried over and started clearing out the rest of their equipment. Edward turned and walked back into the locker room, stopping when he saw Carlisle kneeling in front of his locker, cleaning his release off the front of his locker.

He looked over at him. "Well?"

"She's not going to say anything."

"How can you be so sure? This is my job we're talking about, Edward."

"She gave me her word."

Carlisle shook his head before standing up. "I don't know. I just . . . I don't know."

"Are you saying you don't want to be with me anymore?"

Carlisle gave him a look. "Of course I want to be with you. You know how I feel."

"Do I?"

"You should." Carlisle stepped over the bench and walked over to him, placing his hands on either side of his face. "I love you, Edward, but if she tells anyone, it's going to cost me everything I've worked for. Cost us everything we want to have together."

"She won't. Bella's . . . She's different."

"Yeah?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You really trust her?"

Edward nodded.

"I hope you're right about her." Carlisle leaned in and kissed him before taking a step backward and bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. "You'd better get out of here before we get up in ourselves again."

"Can I call you later?"

"Of course you can, but after ten, okay? After she leaves for work."

Edward nodded, hating that he was married. Especially that he was married to a woman. Carlisle Cullen belonged to him, and only him.

So, this is going to be a collection that all feeds into each other, yet each one will be able to stand alone.