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Edward waited until Bella and Esme were upstairs before he stood and moved to the other couch, causing Carlisle to smirk as he leaned back, stretching his arms on the back. Though he was trying to be angry with him, Edward couldn't deny how turned on he was in that moment. The confidence and authority radiating off him had Edward fighting the urge to slide to his knees and beg his lover to take ownership over his body, every part of his body.

"Really, babe? You're jealous."

"No," he grumbled, crossing his arms in front of him. "I just don't like hearing about the other men you've been with."

"That's kind of the definition of jealousy."

Edward huffed and rolled his eyes. Though he wasn't sure he wanted the answer, he heard himself asking, "Did you love him?"

His smirk faltered. "I thought I did."

"What does that mean?"

Carlisle sighed and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. "Peter . . . Peter and I dated for almost a year, okay? But the distance proved to be too hard. We decided to end our relationship, and I haven't seen or spoken to him in probably two years."

"Why did you decide to end your relationship?"

Carlisle pressed his lip together, his eyes shifting toward the stairs before looking at him. "Peter and I met just after Esme and I moved here, when she was starting her residency and I got the Athletic Director job. He was working in Seattle, and at first, things were good, easy even, but then he wanted more than I could give him."

"What'd he want?"

Carlisle sighed. "He wanted me to leave Esme, and I refused. He made it clear I was going to have to choose, and didn't like the choice I made."

"Oh."

He scooted to the edge of the couch, putting his hands up in front of him. "Please don't misunderstand me. I am not in love with her, Edward. I am in love with you, but Esme is my best friend, she's been the only real friend I've have ever had. The only person who understood me, who really understood me."

"So, what? You're never going to . . . to leave her?"

"Not in the way you're making it seem. I just . . ." Carlisle frowned. "She didn't have anyone, Edward, and I couldn't leave her alone. I just couldn't, but now that she has Bella, it makes it easier to follow my heart."

Edward nodded. "So now that she has Bella, you're free to move on?"

Carlisle smiled. "Yep."

"And you want to move on with . . . with me?"

This time, he smirked and stood. "Yep."

"Oh."

Carlisle walked around the coffee table so that he stood in front of him, his hand coming up to the side of his face, gently stroking his cheek. "Tell me what you're thinking, babe."

"I'm scared."

He knelt in front of him. "What are you scared of?"

"Not being with you," he whispered, surprised by how vulnerable he sounded. "You're the love of my life, Carlisle. I've never . . . I've never, you known, felt like this before. About anyone, ever, and, um, it scares me because it's intense and overwhelming and intoxicating and every time you touch me, I want more. I want so much more." Edward blew out a shaky breath. "Sorry, I didn't mean to . . . I didn't mean to babble on like a fucking baby."

He smiled. "You're the love of my life, too, Edward. I've been looking for you for so long, for so fucking long, and somehow, the two of us are going to find a way to be together, where we don't have to hide. We just have to be patient. Especially with Charlie Swan being a pain in the ass at the moment."

"Patient?" Edward scoffed. "How can you say that after everything that's happened in the last few days?"

Carlisle smiled. "You know what you need, babe?"

"No, what do I need?"

Carlisle slid off the edge of the coffee table and onto his knees. He placed his hands on Edward's and pried his legs apart, not that he resisted. He'd fantasized more than once about the gorgeous man kneeling in front of him like this, but he'd never been brave enough to voice said fantasy before. Carlisle had always been the more dominate of the two, and Edward had loved every minute of it.

"Lift," he said as he slipped the tips of his fingers into the waistband of his shorts.

"But . . ." Edward looked over his shoulder toward the stairs.

"Hey," Carlisle said, his tone sharp and when he turned back to him, he raised an eyebrow. "I said to lift."

Edward swallowed against the lump in his throat as he placed his hands on the couch cushion and raised his hips and allowed him to lower his shorts and underwear. Carlisle pulled them off entirely, dropping them onto the floor before he placed his hands on his knees and slowly — ever so slowly — slid them up his thighs, and gripped his hips, pulling his body toward him.

Carlisle smirked as he wrapped his fingers around his long, rapidly hardening cock. "Has anyone ever given you a blowjob before?"

"No."

"Nobody?"

Edward shook his head. "You're kind of my first everything."

"You never even let a girl suck you off?"

"Ew, no!" Edward cringed. "Girls are gross."

Carlisle laughed. "Okay, okay, sorry." He tightened his fingers around him, causing Edward to moan. "What do you want me to do?"

"I mean, I think you know."

"I do, but I want to hear you say it."

Edward took a deep breath before he raised his hand and placed it on the back of Carlisle's head, threading his fingers in his shaggy blond hair. "Suck my cock."

His smirk grew as he leaned forward, his lips parting and he took him into his mouth — fully, deeply into his mouth, and Edward groaned. Carlisle released him. "Do you like that?"

"Yes," he said immediately. "Feel free to keep going."

"Aren't you turning into a greedy boy?"

"Sorry, but it felt really good."

"Oh, I know, babe."

Carlisle leaned down and ran his tongue along the side of his cock, before dipping his tongue into his slit. Edward whimpered, his fingers tightening in Carlisle's hair as his mouth opened and he engulfed him once again. Slowly, almost to the point of being painful, Carlisle began to bob up and down, sucking him deeper and deeper into his mouth and throat.

Edward had always imagined what it would feel like to have someone wrapped around him like that. Even the feeling of Carlisle swallowing his release the night before hadn't compared to the sensation of him sucking on him, working him in and out, up and down, his fingers wrapping around him, stroking him as he moved on him.

"Oh, God, I'm close," Edward panted, his tangled hair wrapped tightly in his fingers. He raised his hips upward, meeting his downward motion. "Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God."

"Cum for me, babe. I want to taste you again."

The words he spoke had Edward unable to hold back, and as he thrust his hips up once more, he let go and filled his lover's mouth with his release. Carlisle sucked and swallowed every drop before leaning backward on his legs, smirking as he licked his lips.

"Delicious."

Edward laughed. "You drive me wild, Carlisle."

"I know, and I like it." Carlisle leaned forward and placed his hands on his hips. "You are the most important person in my life, Edward. I love you and only you."

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

"Then kiss me."

Laughing, Carlisle leaned closer and pressed his lips against his, and for a moment, Edward just let himself rest in the arms of the man he loved.

—S&S—

Edward was laying on the couch, his arm tucked under his head as he pretended to read the book propped up on his chest. Pretended because Carlisle was pacing back and forth in front of the front window, pausing every so often and looking down at his phone. He had called Peter not long after giving Edward the most amazing blowjob, and while he trusted Carlisle, he didn't like him talking to another man. He'd sat and listened while he told Peter about Charlie, about how he'd locked her inside her bedroom, how he'd wrapped his fingers around her throat, how he'd hit her.

Peter had promised to do everything he could to help her, and for a moment, Edward felt a pang of jealously that had nothing to do with Carlisle talking to his ex-boyfriend, and more to do with someone willing to step in and help someone they hadn't even met simply because 'they were important'. Nobody had stepped in and helped his mother, kept his father from putting his hands in her, and that — that made Edward green with envy.

Their attention was drawn to the stairs when they heard movement, and Edward sat up, finding Esme and Bella walking downstairs, their hands wrapped around each other. While Esme was dressed in dark blue scrubs, Bella was wearing a pair of black leggings and a T-shirt.

"You're going in?" Carlisle asked.

"I am," Esme said with a nod. "We're already short-handed, so not like I can just call out."

"But he has her phone," Edward said, standing. "What if he comes to the hospital looking for you?"

"Edward's right. It's too dangerous."

"I tried to tell her," Bella mumbled, bringing Esme's hand up to her lips. "But it's not like we can hide for the rest of our lives, can we?"

"No, I suppose not." Carlisle gripped the back of his neck. "Peter says he's going to file for an emergency restraining order against your father, but he said it's unlikely they will grant it. He wants to come talk to you in person. He should be here tomorrow afternoon."

Edward scoffed.

"Babe," Carlisle muttered.

"I know, I know, there's nothing between you. Whatever."

Carlisle grinned and rolled his eyes, but turned back to face Esme and Bella. "What are you going to do if he comes to the hospital looking for you?"

"I'm going to alert security when I get there that Charlie is not welcome, and trust that they'll do their jobs."

"I should just go with you," Bella murmured.

"I can't focus when you're there. Sneaking in for a quickie is one thing, holding up in my office all night . . . I won't be able to do my job if I know you're so close. Just . . . just trust me, and stay here, where I know you're safe," Esme whispered, turning and placing her hand on the side of her face. "Sweetheart, I promise nothing is going to happen to me."

"Text me every hour, Esme. I mean it. If you don't, I will come down there, and you don't want that to happen."

Esme moaned. "Kind of do, actually, just to see what you'll do to me."

Bella narrowed her eyes. "You are not making it any easier for me to let you go, love."

"I know," she said with a smirk before leaning forward and kissing her hard. "I love you."

Bella grinned. "I love you, too. Text me when you get there. Please?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Esme gave her another kiss before she turned and hurried out of the house. Edward felt uncomfortable as he stood there and watched the two women, though it was strange. He'd never been attracted to girls, like ever, but watching them together was sweet, romantic, and he could see the beauty between the two of them. A week ago, Bella had just been a girl in his class, but now, she was his best friend, his only real friend. She was the only person who understood how hard it was to be a gay teenager navigating high school.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked her.

She shrugged. "Not really, but it is what it is, so . . ." She gestured toward the stairs. "I'm just gonna . . ."

And without another word, she turned and hurried upstairs. A moment later, they heard the sound of Esme's bedroom door closing echoed downstairs.

Edward looked over at Carlisle. "Can I still stay? I don't feel comfortable leaving her yet."

"Of course you can. I was going to cook dinner for you, but I didn't have the chance to go to the store, so . . ."

"Not really that hungry anyway. At least not for food."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes roaming up and down Edward's body. "And what exactly are you hungry for, babe?"

Edward felt his cheeks burn as he took a step toward the stairs. "I'm sure you have an idea."

"I do, but I want to hear you say it."

Once again, he swallowed against the lump in his throat as he said, "I want you to take me upstairs and use my body for your . . . your needs."

"Use you? Is that what you think I'm doing?" Carlisle asked, walking up to him and pressing him against the banister.

Edward gulped. "No, but I want you to."

"And I can do whatever I want to you?"

He nodded quickly.

"Good to know."

Carlisle placed his hands on Edward's hips as he turned and started walking backward up the stairs, down the hallway and into the bedroom on the left, nudging him into the room before closing the door behind them. The room was very . . . Carlisle, Edward thought. The walls were a dark blue with a white trim. There was a dark oak kind size bed with dark bedding, a matching dresser, two nightstands, a big screen television mounted onto the wall with a gaming system on a shelf under it, which made Edward laugh.

"What's so funny?" Carlisle asked, leaning his head to the side.

"I just never took you for a gamer."

Tilting his head backward, he laughed. "Well, I mean, it's kind of guilty pleasure, but I do enjoy losing myself to some Madden Football. Esme gets pissed because I tend to get a little . . . heated while playing."

"You're a rage gamer? Okay, wow. Didn't see that, either."

"Why not?"

Edward shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, during games you're oddly calm. In practice you yell and scream, call us idiots and lazy, but not during games."

"Because when you're on the field facing our opponent, I see the effort. From most of you at least. There's a couple that need my foot in their ass."

"Like Newton."

"Yeah, like that little shit Newton. Wish I could cut him, but the school has a rule about all kids getting to make the team, and sadly, he's a senior who has spent four years earning his game time, but he's got a bad attitude." He paused. "And I don't like the way he looks at you."

"What are you talking about?"

"He looks at you like he wants to fuck you."

Edward gagged. "Ewww!"

Carlisle gripped Edward's hips and pushed him toward the bed, shoving him backward. He fell back onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. The look in Carlisle's eyes turned him on, the dominance he craved so desperately. "Exactly my thoughts. I'm the only man who gets to fuck you."

"You're the only man I want to fuck me."

He smirked and grabbed his knees, rolling him onto his stomach before he once again reached for the waistband on his shorts, but before Edward could allow him to remove his clothing and take him with the wild abandonment they both needed in that moment, the sound of Edward's cell phone ringing startled both of them. He rolled onto his side and pulled it out of his pocket, groaning when he saw his mother's name on the I.D.

"She's just going to keep calling until I answer."

"Then answer already so I can bury myself in your ass."

Edward whimpered at the thought and sat in front of him before pressing the green accept button and bringing the phone to his ear as he said, "Hey, Mom."

But the voice on the other side of the phone didn't belong to his mother, and the deep, throaty laughter that trickled into his ear belonged to one person and one person only: Charlie Swan.

"I told you to stay away from my daughter, boy," he threatened. "I told you to fucking stay away from her."

"Why do you have my mom's phone, Chief Swan?" Edward asked, his eyes shifting up to Carlisle.

His eyes widened and he turned and hurried out of his bedroom.

"I'm looking for her. Thought you might have brought that little bitch here," Charlie taunted as Carlisle and Bella hurried into his bedroom, her eyes just as wide and filled with fear as he knew his were. "You took my daughter from me, Masen. Now, I'm going to take your mother from you. She's already damaged anyway. Say goodbye to your mother, Masen."

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