21

"I don't want to go."

Edward lobbed his head to the side, looking at the love of his life. They hadn't slept since they got home just a handful of hours earlier. They hadn't made loved, they hadn't even spoken much. Instead, they laid naked in their bed, their hands clasped together, the unspoken implications his father had carved into the hood of his car hung in the darkness.

"Me either," he admitted. "But we have to."

Carlisle groaned, rolling onto his side. His other hand slid across his stomach, wrapping around his hip. "I know, but I don't want to. I would rather stay here with you all day. Naked, too."

Edward couldn't even smile. "He knows, Carlisle. He fucking knows that I'm gay. I don't. . . I don't know what to do. What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, babe. Maybe . . ." Carlisle leaned up onto his elbow. "Maybe we should leave."

"Like town?"

He nodded.

"What about your job?"

"I don't care about my job."

"Don't you think people would wonder why you and I both left town at the same time? Wouldn't take much to put it together that we're, you know, together."

"I . . . I don't care. I won't lose you, Edward."

"Who said anything about you losing me?"

"Nobody," Carlisle murmured, leaning down and pressing his lips against Edward's shoulder. "Feels like you're pulling away."

"I'm not." Edward turned so that he was facing him. "I'm not, I promise. I'm just . . . I'm scared they aren't going to stop my father, Bella's father, the whole fucking town. I . . . I'm just scared that you're going to realize I'm not worth fighting for."

"You are worth it, Edward. You are so worth it."

"Yeah?"

Again, Carlisle nodded. "I've never . . . I've never felt like this about anyone before."

"Nobody? Not even —"

"Not even Peter." Carlisle brought his hand up to the side of Edward's face. "You're it for me, babe. Just you."

Edward smiled. "You really mean that?"

"I do, and I can prove it to you."

"How?"

Carlisle didn't reply, though. Instead, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube holding it out to him. "I want you inside me."

Edward's eyes widened. "Are you sure? I know you prefer being in control."

"I do, but . . . Edward, we're equals in this relationship. Just because I desire to be more dominant, and you prefer to be submissive to me, doesn't mean that we aren't equals. Besides, ever since you told me about your little fantasy, I've been . . . curious, I guess."

"Yeah?" he asked, smiling as he took the lube from him. "You really want this?"

"I want everything with you. Everything, babe."

Edward swallowed thickly before he nodded and shifted so that he was on his knees. Carlisle started to turn onto his stomach, but Edward stopped him. "I want to see your face while I . . . while I fuck you."

Carlisle smirked, shifting so that he was lying on his back, his legs spread on either side of Edward. He would be lying if he didn't say the site in front of him turned him on. His smooth, muscular body just waiting for him to take control, to own him was enough to make him hard.

Edward took a deep breath before he wrapped his hands around the man's thighs, pushing them up and backward. Carlisle held them up while Edward squirted the lubricant onto his fingers. He kept his eyes locked on his lover's as he placed the tip of his fingers against his asshole, gently pushing just the tip of one finger inside.

"More, Edward. I can take it."

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, quietly.

"I trust you, babe. I trust you with all of me."

He nodded before he pressed more of his finger into him. Carlisle groaned, which only spurred him to add another finger and then another until he had three fingers deep inside him. The look of pleasure on Carlisle's face had him throbbing.

He removed his digits and pressed the tip of his cock against him. "I love you."

"I love you, too, but if you don't get inside me right the fuck now, I'm going to be forced to fuck you instead."

Edward grinned before he pushed all of him inside the man. His head lobbed backward. "Jesus, your ass is tight."

"Amazing feeling, isn't it? Taking an ass for the first time."

"Yeah," he breathed, before wrapping his arms around his thighs and started shifting his hips back and forth.

He started slowly, but it didn't take long before he quickened his pace, to truly, honestly fuck him. The reality didn't compare to his fantasy. Especially the look of ecstasy on Carlisle's face.

"Is that what I look like when you fuck me?"

"Yes," Carlisle moaned. "Goddamn it, Edward. Harder!"

"If I fuck you any harder, this isn't going to last."

"We have the rest of our Goddamn lives, just fuck me harder!"

Edward shivered, but increased his thrusts, his pace until only the sound of their bodies slapping against each other was echoing inside their bedroom. Carlisle grabbed Edward's arms, lifting his hips upward, taking every inch of him inside him.

"I'm so close," Carlisle moaned.

Edward released his left thigh before wrapping his fingers around Carlisle's dick. His eyes closed, but when Edward said, "Look at me," he snapped them open. "I want you to look me in the eyes as I make you come, babe."

"I . . . I . . ." Carlisle twitched in his hand just moments before he spilled his release onto Edward's hand.

Edward brought his hand to his mouth, licking every bit of his semen off his skin before he grabbed Carlisle's thighs once again, thrusting harder and faster. He only managed a handful, though, before he slammed his hips against him, spilling his own release inside his lover.

Exhausted, he pulled out and flopped onto the bed next to him, trying to catch his breath as he looked at the man who gave himself over so willingly. "Thank you."

"I should be thanking you," Carlisle rolled onto his side before pressing his lips against his. "That was . . . amazing."

"Yeah? Did it compare to others you've been with?"

"Nobody compares to you, babe. Nobody. One day you're going to believe me when I tell you that you've ruined me for other men."

Edward grinned. "I have?"

Carlisle nodded. "You're all I've ever wanted, babe. I've spent my entire life searching for you."

"I hope so."

He glared teasingly before he climbed out of bed, reaching for him. "Let's get cleaned up before we really are late."

"Yes, coach," Edward snickered, letting him drag him out of bed and into the bathroom.

—S&S—

Bella and Esme were seated inside the kitchen when Carlisle and Edward finally made it downstairs. They shared a look, both of them grinning.

"Morning," Esme snickered, picking up her coffee. "We weren't sure you two were ever going to come downstairs."

"Or come at all," Bella added with a smirk of her own. "Though, it did sound good. Almost turned me straight."

Esme laughed, while Edward choked as he gasped.

"I'm kidding, Masen," Bella teased, leaning back in her chair. "Nothing could turn this lesbian straight."

Carlisle laughed before he made himself a coffee to go. "Any news about what happened last night?"

Bella sighed. "No. I texted Sam this morning, but he hasn't replied."

Edward sat next to her. "What if they don't find him?"

"Sooner or later, he is going to turn up, don't you think?" Esme asked. "Did your mom make it to your aunts okay? Bella caught me up everything."

Edward nodded. "She texted me last night. Said Bree and her husband Randall were waiting up for her."

"Good, that's good."

"Just hope she stays for good. I mean, for her safety of course." Edward picked at a non-existent spot on the table. "But he knows I'm gay."

"Yeah," Esme murmured, reaching over and taking hold of Bella's hand. "We've been talking about that, and well, what if . . . what if you and Bella, you know, got married?"

While Edward's eyes widened, Carlisle choked on his coffee. "What the fuck?"

"Just hear me out," Esme insisted, putting her hand up. "I don't like it, either, but . . . I mean, it works, kind of, for us. They could get married, and then when school is over, they could get a divorce."

"For the record, I don't want to do it, either, but . . . It would take suspicion away about what your father wrote, wouldn't it? I mean, people wouldn't doubt our sexuality if you put a ring on it."

"Such a romantic proposal," Edward quipped.

"Am I supposed to get down on one knee? Promise to always love you? I can, but we all know it's bullshit," Bella argued. "I don't want to marry you, Edward, but you've become kind of important to me."

He smiled. "As you are to me, Swan, but marriage? I mean . . . I don't know that seems kind of drastic, don't you think?"

"Maybe," she admitted. "But between our fathers, maybe we need to be a little drastic." She stood. "We'd better go, before we're late."

Edward nodded, shifting his eyes to Carlisle. "We'll meet you there."

"I'm going to wait a few minutes. Don't want to draw attention, you know?"

Edward and Bella made the drive into town in silence. What could they talk about? Esme was suggesting a solution to their 'problem' but was it really a solution? Or was it just a different type of closet to hide in? It was exhausting pretending to be someone he wasn't, but at the same time, he knew the people they went to school with would never understand the real them, or their relationships with Carlisle and Esme. Not even those who called them friends.

"For the record," Bella said, parking her truck between Jasper's truck and Emmett's jeep, "I don't think it's a good idea, either. Marriage, I mean. But I won't lie, Edward. Last night shook me, and I'm not just talking about what your dad did to your car. The way everyone showed up, gawking and staring . . ." She shuddered. "A part of me wants to take Esme and move to a fucking island in the middle of nowhere. Just me and her. Maybe you and Carlisle, too. As long as I don't have to hear you two going at it all the time."

Edward laughed. "Were we really that loud?"

"No," she snickered, tilting her head in his direction. "You know, until I practically walked in while the two of you were . . . in flagrante so to speak, I'd never seen two men together. Hell, I've never even watched straight porn. But you're kind of beautiful together."

"I've never watched straight porn either," Edward admitted.

"No?"

He shook his head. "Just . . . Don't take this the wrong way, but girls kind of gross me out."

"How should I not take that the wrong way?" she asked, laughing.

"I mean, like sexually. It's just . . . pussies seems gross. All wet and sticky."

"It's not. It's delicious," she said, smiling. "But I get what you're saying. The thought of touching a dick, much less putting one in my mouth, or letting one penetrate me . . ." Bella gagged. "No thank you."

"Well, I guess it's safe to say there won't be any sex on the honeymoon," he teased.

"Well, not with you."

"You really think we should get married?"

"I don't know, Edward. I just feel like every time we turn around there's someone trying to stop us from being happy."

"Mostly our fathers," he said, nodding. "But marriage? You know what people are going to think, don't you?"

"That you knocked me up?"

"Yeah. I mean, we're barely eighteen, still in high school. They're going to think I put a baby in you."

Bella gagged, again.

"Um, thanks?"

"Sorry, just a baby would mean you put your penis in me, Masen."

He laughed. "Touche."

At that moment, Mike Newton pulled into a parking space just a few down from where they were parked. He and Jessica climbed out, both smirking as they looked over at the two of them. Even with the windows rolled up, Edward could hear them laughing.

"It would piss those two off," Bella said, causing him to look at her. She smiled. "If we got married, I mean. Jessica would probably start crying again."

"Well, in that case, let's do it," Edward laughed, before he opened his door.

He hurried around to her side, offering her his hand. Bella snickered before she took it, climbed out, and closed the door behind her. They kept their hands locked together as they walked through the gates of the stadium and down to the locker rooms. When they walked inside, they found the rest of the team, Alice, and Jessica. Everyone stopped talking, turning to look at the two. It took all of Edward's control not to lose his shit and tell them all to go to hell, but it wouldn't help. They just didn't understand them.

"Hey, guys," Jasper said, ending the deafening silence as he stepped through the crowd, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. He looked back at Alice before turning toward them. "You okay?"

"No," they replied together.

"Been a shitty few weeks, you know? People staring at us, talking shit behind our backs, coming at us from every direction," Bella added. "Thank God I have Edward, though. He's . . ." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "He's been my rock through it all. What can I say? He completes me in ways I never, ever thought possible."

"Same for me," Edward said, his eyes flickering to Jessica. "Which is why we've decided to get married."

"You what?" Jessica shrieked, her eyes widening. Emmett, Ben, Alice, Garrett, James, Tyler, and the rest of their team looked shocked, but Mike and Jessica appeared utterly pissed, the latter with tears streaming down her face already.

"Yep," he said, but before he could say anything else, the door opened, and Carlisle entered with Coach Clappe.

"Did I miss something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Apparently they're getting married," Mike scoffed, gesturing toward the two of them.

Carlisle's eyes widened as he looked at Edward and Bella. "Is . . . is that true?"

"Yes," they said at the same time.

"I see." Carlisle grabbed the back of his neck, glancing at Coach Clappe before adding, "Why don't you get started while Masen, Swan, and I have a little . . . discussion?"

"Um, okay," Coach Clappe mumbled.

Carlisle motioned for Edward and Bella to follow him outside, but as the door was closing behind them, they heard everyone start gossiping excitedly. Just like a bunch of teenagers, Edward thought.

Carlisle led them down to the fence separating the field and the stands before he turned and looked at them. "When the fuck did we decide marriage was the solution to our problem?"

"I mean, we didn't," Edward said, warily.

"Yet, according to them," he quipped, "you just announced your engagement."

"I mean . . ."

"We mostly said it to get a rise out of Mike and Jessica," Bella admitted. "But I guess now that it's there, we might actually have to go through with it."

"Is that why she was crying?" Carlisle asked, and when they nodded, he snorted. "Gotta admit that's kind of worth it."

"Right?" Bella snickered.

"Do you really think this is the right decision?" Carlisle asked.

"No? Yes? I don't know, Carlisle. I don't have all the answers."

"Yeah." He grabbed the back of his neck again. "Peter called on the way over."

"And? Did he say anything about my dad's tests?"

"No," he admitted, his eyes flickering between her and Edward. "He heard about your car. Wanted to check in and see if you're doing okay?"

"How nice of him," he grumbled.

Carlisle sighed. "He's filing for an order of protection against him. Also said he and Garrett would be at the house after we finish watching film to discuss the next steps."

"Awesome," Edward said through gritted teeth.

"I can't believe you're still jealous of him, babe."

"I'm not. Just because I don't like him doesn't mean I'm jealous."

"Okay." Carlisle smiled. "I guess we should go back inside. Just pretend I scolded you for being irresponsible, or some bullshit. We'll talk more about this when we get home."

Edward and Bella laughed before they followed Carlisle back to the locker room. Just like before, even though the room was dark, only the light coming from the television illuminating the room, everyone turned their attention to them, and Jessica Stanley started crying.

Thank you for all the AMAZING reviews! I love making Jessica cry.