7

Edward hated game days for one reason and one reason only: he had to dress nice. He wasn't a dress pants and button up kind of guy, but Carlisle insisted that in order to play well, they should look good. So that meant a game day dress code.

He stood in front of the mirror that hung on the inside of his closet door, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing the only pair of black slacks he owned, which if he were honest, made his ass look amazing. He was wearing a white button down shirt that fit like a glove and a black tie, which was something else Carlisle insisted on.

Grimacing, Edward sat on the side of the bed and put his black dress socks and dress shoes on before grabbing his backpack and prying his door open just enough to check the hallway. After he'd dropped Bella off the night before, his father had been sitting up in wait for him. He had smelt the liquor pouring off him the second he entered the house and the broken dishes against the wall confirmed that he was in one of his moods again. Of course, when was he not in one of his moods.

Edward ignored him as he started hurling insults in his direction, calling him every name in the book, including faggot. That was his favorite insult. Edward was just his faggot son, his piece of shit, lazy, stupid, faggot son. While Edward was gay, he wasn't a faggot, and he wasn't a piece of shit or lazy, or stupid. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with his father again, so once he was sure his father wasn't up yet, he slipped out of his bedroom and downstairs, seeing that his mother had already cleaned the mess from the night before.

Shaking his head, Edward hurried out of the house, being quiet as he closed the door behind him. He hurried down to his car and tossed his backpack into the backseat before he slid in behind the wheel and headed to Bella's house. She was waiting for him on the front porch and was already halfway to him before he came to a complete stop. He barely had time to reach across the seat and push the door open when she was yanking on it. She added her backpack to the back seat before she slipped into the car and when she reached for the seatbelt, he saw bruises on the tops of her arms.

"What the fuck happened?" he asked, reaching for her arms, but when she pulled away, he sighed. "Who grabbed you?"

"Don't worry about it," she murmured, pulling her sleeves down before putting her seatbelt on. "We're going to be late."

"Then we're late. Why do you have bruises on your arms, Bella?"

She rolled her eyes and lobbed her head toward him as she began to explain, "He just won't fucking drop this bullshit idea about me and Jacob Black. I had barely walked out of my room this morning when he was standing there, telling me that I will be going out with Jacob tonight, and that was that. He was waiting for me in the hallway, Edward, telling me that I am going out on a day with that asshole. Like I don't have a choice. It's bullshit, and I told him as much, and he, well, he got angry and grabbed my arms and slammed me against the wall. He released me immediately and started apologizing, but I got the hell out of there and waited for you outside. I just . . ." Bella shook her head. "He's never been like this before. I just . . . I just don't understand, Edward."

Edward clenched his jaw tight as he looked from her to the house, where he saw her father standing in the front window. He reached for the door handle, but when Bella yelled, "Don't, Edward. He's not fucking worth it," he released it.

"He put his hands on you, Bella. He put his fucking hands on you."

"I know," she said, sadly and she looked back up to the house, but Charlie was no longer standing in the front window. "Let's just go to school. Please?"

Edward sighed, but shifted into reverse and pulled out of the driveway. They made the two minute drive to school in silence, and when he parked, between Emmett and Jasper again, he saw her reach up and wipe the tears off her face. Edward reached over and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder, causing her to laugh and tilt her head toward him.

"I'm fine, Edward. He just pisses me off."

"Yeah, well, Dads tend to be dicks in my experience."

She frowned. "There was a time, Edward, when he was the best Dad, you know? He'd take to me to football games in Seattle, and we'd pig out on hot dogs and nachos. You know, the kind with the nasty, goopy cheese, but, God, I loved them. And then she left and he was stuck with me, and he got . . . he got so, I don't know, focused on finding me a boyfriend, because I'm so fucking ugly that I couldn't get a boyfriend if I wanted one. I mean, damn it, Edward, do you know how many times Newton has asked me out?"

Edward grimaced. "I'm guessing as much as Jessica Stanley."

She laughed. "Pretty damn close." She paused, biting the inside of her lip before saying, "If he found out that I am a lesbian, Edward, I would lose him forever, and I . . ." She shook her head, wiping her tears before they could fall fully down her face. "I'm not ready to lose him, so I just have to deal with him and his obsession with Jacob Black."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." She inhaled a deep breath, her eyes closing for a moment before she opened them and smiled. "I'm good now. We'd better get inside before people think I'm sucking your dick out here."

Edward laughed and pushed his door open, giving her a look when she reached for her door handle. He grabbed both of their backpacks, slinging them on his shoulder before he opened the passenger door and offered Bella his hand, which she took eagerly. As they had done the morning before, most of their classmates stopped and stared at the two, which Edward still found both amusing and confusing. Why were they so surprised that the two were dating? Isn't that what they were supposed to be doing?

"You look nice today, by the way," Bella said when they stopped by her locker. She took her backpack from Edward and began switching her books out. "I'm sure he's going to like what he sees."

Edward laughed, his eyes shifting to the doorway of Carlisle's classroom, but he wasn't waiting in the hallway, like normal. "I feel stupid."

"Well, you don't look stupid." She shut her locker and turned to face him before she reached up and straightened his tie. "Dad thinks you and I are going out after the game, so . . . Don't get caught doing something you don't want him to see."

Edward snorted. "We won't. We, um, kind of have our own tradition when it comes to celebrating a big win."

"Yeah?"

He nodded and leaned in so it looked like he was kissing her, but not actually kissing her. "We'd better get to class. See you at lunch, sweetheart."

Bella laughed and placed her hand on the middle of his chest, pushing him away before she hurried down the hallway to her Spanish class and Edward made the short walk down to his history classroom. When he walked into the room, he found Carlisle seated at his desk. His eyes landed on him, drifting down the length of Edward's body as he walked past him and to the back corner. When Edward slid into his desk, Carlisle smirked and leaned back in his chair, his hand dropping into his lap, and Edward knew without a doubt that he was touching himself.

—S&S—

Edward tossed his duffle bag on the floor and yanked his locker open. While everyone around them was talking about the party at Mike Newton's house, he was trying to take as much time as he could so that he and Carlisle could sneak away.

It had beena tough game, but they'd beat the wolves out of Port Angeles by a score of thirty-four to thirty when Edward made a perfect pitch to Jasper, who was able to run the ball into the end zone with only three seconds left, thanks to an amazing block from Emmett, of course. And now, Edward wanted to celebrate with Carlisle, but he couldn't do that until everyone left, and they were being slow.

"You and Swan coming to the party, Masen?" Emmett asked.

Edward shook his head before saying, "We kind of want to be alone."

He grinned, the dimple in his cheek more pronounced than normal. "Alone, huh? You got a rubber?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm covered."

Emmett laughed before he closed the door to his locker and grabbed his backpack, hurrying out with Jasper, Mike, Tyler, James, and Eric behind him. Only Ben and Edward were left, and when Ben sat on the bench, Edward looked down at him, finding him looking down at his phone. Edward tried not to peek, but he saw a message from Angela, telling him that she shouldn't meet him, that her dad was being a dick again. Edward had only met Reverend Weber a couple times, but knew he was hardcore.

"You okay, Ben?"

"Yeah," he said, replying with a simple okay followed by a frowny face emoji and asked that she text him when it was safe to call. He stood up and shoved his phone into his pocket. "For what it's worth, Edward, I think it's cool that you and Bella are together."

"You do?"

He nodded.

"Why?"

"Why?" he asked with a laugh as he grabbed his backpack. "She's cool. Kind of bitchy, but honestly, that's what I like about her. She's fiercely protective of her friends, always sticking up for Angela when Jess and Lauren start picking on her."

"Why do they pick on Angela?"

Ben shrugged his shoulders, though his ears turned red. "Because we haven't, you know, done it yet. She's scared, and you know how her dad is."

Edward nodded. "And Jess and Lauren make it a thing that she's still a virgin?"

"Apparently that makes her a prude, but Bella always defends Angela, tells Jess and Lauren to suck her dick, which Angela and I find hilarious, by the way," he laughed. "I'd better go. See you later, Edward."

"Later."

Edward shoved his phone and wallet into the front pocket of his backpack before he closed his locker and looked behind him, finding Carlisle leaning against the doorway to his office with his arms folded in front of him and a smirk on his lips.

"You had a good game tonight. A really good game."

"Thanks," he murmured, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I wasn't sure we would pull out the win, you know?"

"I wasn't sure we'd pull it out, either," he said with a smirk.

Edward laughed under his breath at the use of words. "How long are you going to be?"

"Maybe an hour."

He nodded. "I'll meet you there."

"Looking forward to it, more than you know."

Edward bit back his moan before he hurried out of the locker room, stopping in his tracks when he saw Jacob Black towering over Bella, who had herself pressed against the side of the building. The look on her face was a mixture of annoyance, anger, and a smidge of fear, especially when the asshole reached up and tried to touch her face.

Edward dropped his backpack and found himself closing the distance between the two, grabbing the front of Jacob Black's shirt and slamming him against the side of the building, right next to Bella, who moved out of the way.

"What the fuck are you doing, Black?"

"Edward, stop it!" Bella exclaimed, grabbing his forearm, but one glare had her releasing him and she took a step backward, her eyes flickering to the door of the locker room. "You'll get in trouble. Just let him go."

"Yeah, Masen, wouldn't want you to get in trouble, would we?" Jacob snickered, easily pushing his hands off him. He took a step toward Bella, who was quick to move so that she was standing on the other side of Edward. Jacob laughed. "Fine, that's how you want it to be, Bella. We'll just see how your father feels when I let him know that you've said no — again."

"I don't give two fucks what he thinks. I've made it clear, Black, that I am never going out with you. So fuck off before I beat your ass myself."

Jacob just smiled and laughed before he turned and hurried away. Edward dragged his hands through his hair before he turned and looked at Bella, but his attention was pulled toward the door to the locker room, where Carlisle and Coach Clapp were watching. Carlisle put his hand on the other man's shoulder and pushed him back inside, following and letting the door close with a loud thud.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked, shifting his eyes to Bella.

"Of course I am. What were you thinking, Edward? You can't go around attacking that jackass every time he comes near me. You're going to get yourself in real trouble."

"He shouldn't be touching you."

Bella laughed. "No, he shouldn't, but I was handling it."

"I just hate men who think it is okay to touch women when they clearly don't want to be touched."

Bella reached up and placed her hand on the side of Edward's face. "I'm sorry your dad is such an asshole, Edward, but I'm not like her. I'm not going to just sit back and let any man put his hands on me, in way that I don't want. Believe it or not, I have a bigger dick than him."

"Heard that about you." Edward leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Come on. I believe you have a date to get to, and I promised to get you there on time."

Bella laughed, but nodded and the two headed out to the parking lot. Ten minutes later, Edward had dropped Bella off at Carlisle and Esme's house, and was on his way to wait for Carlisle. He had the music turned up, the windows rolled down, and a grin on his face. His body was already tingling with anticipation. He'd been on edge for two days, waiting for the next time he and Carlisle could be together again. Just the night before, he'd almost slid down onto his knees and sucked the man off in his living room, but didn't for two reason.

First, Carlisle had instituted a game night curfew, and Edward wasn't going to be the one who broke Carlisle's rules, and second, he didn't want his wife to walk in while he had her husband's dick down his throat. While Edward understood the nature of their 'marriage', it was difficult for him to know he was married to her, when he belonged to him. Carlisle would always belong to him, just as Edward would belong to Carlisle for as long as the man wanted him.

Edward parked on the side of the road off county road bravo and about two miles down. There was a small curve in the road that had been dubbed the couch. He climbed out of the car and moved so that he was leaning against the hood, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. He didn't have to wait long before he heard the rumble of Carlisle's black pick-up driving down the road toward him. He pushed away from the front of his car and turned as Carlisle parked behind him and climbed out, smirking as he shut the door and walked over to him.

"Hey."

"Hey," Edward murmured, placing his hands on Carlisle's hips. "Am I in trouble?"

"Why would you be in trouble?"

"Because of how I put my hands on Jacob Black."

Carlisle grinned. "No. I mean I didn't love seeing you put your hands on that little fucker, but I'm guessing he's the boy Bella's father is trying to set her up with."

He nodded.

"Now I can understand why you agreed to be her boyfriend."

"You do?"

Carlisle smiled again. "Jacob Black is a worthless piece of shit, who needs his ass kicked. I know, I shouldn't feel that way as a teacher, but that boy is trouble, Edward."

"I know he is, but I know you're not okay with me and Bella pretending to date, or whatever."

Carlisle placed his hands on either side of Edward's face before he leaned his forehead against his. "If pretending to be her boyfriend, keeps you in my arms, keeps her out of his grasp, then I am okay with it. Edward, you are the most important person in my world, and Bella's important to Esme. That makes her important to me."

"You're the most important person in my world, too."

"I know." Carlisle tilted Edward's head back before he leaned in and pressed his lips against his, moaning when Edward stepped forward and pressed the full length of his body against his. "I need you, babe. I need you right fucking now."

Edward smirked inwardly, but outwardly, he simply reached down and pulled on his belt. He followed by the button on his khaki slacks and lowered the zipper. Keeping his eyes locked on Carlisle's, he slid his hands into the back of his pants and underwear, sliding them down over his hips and to the middle of his thighs. Carlisle was hard, and Edward wanted to feel him fucking his mouth.

Kneeling in front of him, he kept his hands on Carlisle's thighs and sucked his head into his mouth, swirling his tongue along the slit on his penis. Carlisle groaned and threaded his fingers in his hair, and pushed himself fully into his mouth, down into his throat.

"Goddamn it, Edward, your mouth is fantastic. Fucking fantastic."

He moaned, letting the man control the rhythm, the pace, needing him to take control over him. He could feel the tension in his shoulder ease away with each and every shift of his lover's hips, the feel of his dick pushing deeper into his throat. Carlisle was moaning, chanting his name, "Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward," over and over under his breath.

He wanted to taste his cum, wanted to make him cum, but Carlisle pulled him up onto his feet and turned him so that he was facing the front of his car. He reached around Edward and quickly unbuttoned his pants, lowered his zipper, and had them down around his knees before he could take more than a breath. Edward was expecting to feel his fingers probing his opening, so imagine his surprise when he felt the man's tongue darting into his ass.

"Jesus fuck, Carlisle."

The man laughed. "Sorry, I forgot the lube, so figured I'd get you ready with my tongue. Does it feel good?"

"God, yes," Edward moaned, and pushing himself backward toward him. "I want more."

"Look at my boy being greedy," Carlisle teased, but a moment later, he felt his tongue against him once more.

"Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God."

Carlisle leaned up and a moment later, he felt his cock pressing against the entrance of his ass. His hands came down onto his hips, gripping him tightly before he said, "Hold on, baby, this ain't going to be gentle."

"Good, I don't want gentle. Fuck me, Carlisle. Fuck me hard."

"I'll fuck you hard."

And he did. Carlisle shoved himself into him, and Edward cried out, slamming his hands onto the hood of his car to brace himself. Carlisle pulled back and filled him again and again and again, the sound of their bodies slapping against one another echoing around them. Over and over, Carlisle filled him, taking his ass with wild abandonment, the need to find his release was growing with every thrust of his hips. He was close, so close, but he couldn't cum yet, he wanted . . . no, he needed permission to find his release.

"Carlisle," Edward whined, pushing backward against him. "Please, please, please, please, please."

"What does my greedy boy what? Huh? What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want?"

"I want . . . I need . . . I'm so close, and I need . . ."

"Beg for it, Edward. Beg me to let you cum."

"Please, let me cum. Please, please, please let me cum."

Carlisle pulled out of him, grabbing Edward's hips and turning him around. Before Edward realized what he was doing, Carlisle was kneeling in front of him, wrapping his mouth around his cock. It was the first time Carlisle had taken him in his mouth like that, and the image of him kneeling in front of him like that had him complete undone and he came into his mouth, crying out loudly.

Once he had swallowed every drop of Edward's release, Carlisle leaned up and pressed his lips against Edward and wrapped his hand around his hard cock and a moment later, Edward felt him cum on his stomach. Carlisle leaned away, pressing his forehead against Edward's, his chest heaving.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so . . . so aggressive. Are you okay?"

Edward smiled, bringing his hands up to his face. "I'm more than okay. That was . . . just what I needed, how I needed it, babe. Thank you."

"I should be thanking you. I've never wanted to taste cum until I met you."

"I was your first?"

Carlisle nodded. "I've always been more of a top than a bottom, in case you didn't know."

"I knew. Good thing I like being the bottom. Though, I wouldn't say no to you sucking me off again."

"I guess we'll see about that, won't we?" Carlisle leaned in and pressed his lips against his once more. "Esme's working overnight tomorrow. Would you want to come over? Maybe stay the night. I'll cook you dinner."

"You want me to stay the night?"

"I do. If you're not comfortable being at my house with me, I'll understand. We can get a hotel, or go camping," he added with a wink.

"No, no, I . . . Is she going to mind that I'm there? She is your wife."

"She's my wife on paper, Edward, just like Bella is your girlfriend to save face. I'm not in love with her. I'm in love with you."

"I love you, too."

"Then you'll come over? You'll spend the night with me?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course I will."

Edward leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips.

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