19

"Babe? Babe, are you awake?"

Edward groaned as he rolled from his side onto his back, bringing his arm over his head.

"Wake up, sleepy head," Carlisle snickered just before he felt his lover's fingers trailing down her chest, across his stomach, and down to his rapidly hardening cock. "Oh, someone is awake."

"No, he's not. You should keep playing with him, though."

Carlisle laughed before he shifted so that he was straddling Edward's thighs. His eyes fluttered open, the sight of him naked and hard on top of him was almost enough to make him combust.

"You need to get up and get ready for school. Big game today."

"I'm too tense for football. I need to relax," he moaned.

"Relax, huh? And just how would you like to relax?"

"You're creative, so I'm sure you can figure it out."

Carlisle grinned. "You're being cheeky this morning."

"You should punish me."

"Oh, and how should I do that? Should I turn you over and spank your ass until it's red?"

Edward moaned, wiggling under the man. "If you feel that's the best way for me to learn my lesson."

"Hmm, I don't think so. You'd enjoy that too damn much."

Carlisle shifted so that he was kneeling between Edward's legs. He wrapped his hands around his calves and lifted his legs up onto his shoulders, exposing him fully. Edward had never felt as vulnerable as he did in that moment, nor had he ever felt as turned on. His cock was aching for a release, his body quivering with want and need, desire and longing to be filled to the brink. Especially when Carlisle pressed his fingers into him.

"Lover, please," Edward moaned. "Please, please, please."

"So not only is my boy being cheeky, but he's being greedy, too."

"I just need you so much."

Carlisle smirked before he lowered one of Edward's legs, stretched across his body, and opened the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. His eyes met Edward's, and he felt himself shivering in anticipation. He lifted his leg back onto his shoulder before squirting a healthy amount of lube onto his fingers, once again pressing his fingers into him.

"Oh my God," Edward whimpered. "Please don't stop."

"I will never stop, lover. You're mine. Do you hear me? You're fucking mine, Edward."

"Just yours! Carlisle, please!"

"Please what? Hmm, what does my baby want?"

"I want you to fuck me. Claim me. Make me fucking yours forever."

"You are mine forever, Edward. I will never, ever let you go."

And to prove his point, Carlisle removed his fingers, gripped his hard cock, and pushed himself into Edward, causing both to groan. "I hope you want this hard, baby, because I can't be gentle with you right now."

"I don't want you to be gentle."

Carlisle's eyes shifted to Edward's as he pulled himself out before slamming into him again.

And again.

And again.

Over and over, he fucked him, taking full control of his ass like he owned it. And he did. Carlisle owned every part of Edward. Heart, soul, and mostly his body. He'd never wanted anyone the way he wanted Carlisle, never needed anyone the way he needed Carlisle. And he never would, that much he knew for sure.

"Are you close, babe? Tell me your close."

"So close. Just a little more," Edward whined, feeling the burning need to find his release building.

His eyes closed, but when Carlisle said, "Open your eyes," he snapped them open. "Come for me, Edward. Fucking come for me."

Edward's back arched off the bed as his orgasm poured out of him, spilling onto his stomach. Carlisle pumped into him another dozen times, before his head fell backward and he came inside him.

Gently lowering his legs first, Carlisle laid on the bed next to him, his head lobbing toward him as he smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

—S&S—

After a quick shower, Carlisle and Edward headed downstairs, finding Esme and Bella seated at the kitchen table. The two women were wrapped in each other's arms, their lips brushing against one another's with tenderness. Edward had never found girls attractive. There were beautiful women, he wouldn't deny, but watching Esme and Bella together was . . . Well, sexy.

Carlisle placed his hand on Edward's back before clearing his throat, causing the two to pull away from each other. "Sorry to interrupt."

"It's okay," Bella murmured, picking up her coffee cup and taking a sip. "We were starting to think you two were never going to come. Downstairs, I mean. We both heard you come this morning," she added with a smirk.

"Were we really that loud?" Edward asked, slightly horrified.

"No," Esme snickered, but when Bella snorted, she added, "I mean, maybe a little. But we didn't mind. If anything, it just . . . spurred us on, if you catch our drift."

"Eww," Edward grimaced, and fell into one of the chairs. Carlisle laughed, before he grabbed some cereal, milk, and a bowl and placed it on the table in front of Edward, clearly giving him a look that said to eat, or else. So, he made himself a bowl, noticing the way Bella stared at her cup. "Are you okay?"

She looked at him, and though she said, "Yes," he could hear the lie in the word. "They're supposed to take my father to Seattle today. I'm just . . . I don't know. Nervous about what they are going to find, or not find. I don't know."

"Can't say I'm not worried, too," he admitted.

"Peter said he was going to meet them there, though, didn't he?" Carlisle asked, taking the seat next to Edward, who automatically tensed at the mention of his ex-boyfriend. While he knew Carlisle loved him, and only him, he still didn't like knowing that Carlisle had ever touched another man the way he did him. Carlisle was his and his alone.

Bella nodded, before she stood and placed her coffee cup into the sink. "We should go. Don't want to be late."

"Yeah, okay." Edward dumped his half-eaten cereal into the garbage disposable before rinsing his bowl and adding it and her cup into the dishwasher. He looked back at Carlisle. "We'll see you there."

"I'll be right behind you."

Edward and Bella hurried out of the house and down to his car. When he started the engine, he looked at her, noticing the way she was looking at her phone. Especially texts messages that her father had sent her months ago, long before he started pressuring her to start dating Jacob Black.

"We could skip," he suggested. "Go to Port Angeles instead."

Bella laughed and shoved her phone into her backpack. "It's game day, Masen. No skipping today."

"Don't remind me," he grumbled, pulling at the tie around his neck.

As he pulled out onto the highway, Bella asked, "Have you heard from your mom?"

"She's texted me a lot. Asking if I'm okay, begging me to come home. I just . . . I can't go back there and watch him beat on her like that, Swan. I can't."

"I don't blame you." She paused before asking, "Have you heard from him?"

"Nope." He lobbed his head to the side, looking at her. "For all I know, he doesn't even realize I'm gone."

"How can he not know? He lives in the same house as you!"

"He doesn't give a shit. Never has. Even when I was little, if she didn't remind him that I was there, he just . . . didn't see me."

"We really drew the short straw when it came to parents, didn't we?"

"No shit, Swan."

Edward parked in his usual spot between Emmett's jeep and Jasper's truck. While most of their classmates had stopped staring at Fork's newest couple, there were a few, Mike Newton and Jessica Stanley in particular, who seemed to enjoy how uncomfortable their stares were. Edward and Bella shared a look before wrapping their hands around each other's and walking into the building, pretending to be a normal, straight couple.

Jacob Black was towering over a freshman girl, his hand on the side of her face. The way she looked up at him, the yearning for the manwhore's attention made Edward's stomach roll, but some girls had to learn the hard way that Jacob was nothing but trouble.

Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Ben, and Angela were waiting for them at Bella's locker, where they seemed to have been every morning. It was odd, Edward thought, before he and Bella pretended to date, they weren't the kind of friends who waited for them.

"Morning," Bella muttered, releasing Edward's hand and giving him a look before opening her locker.

"Morning," Alice practically sang. "Whatever you have planned for after the game, cancel."

"Why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because we're having a barn party at the old Miller farm. You guys have to come!" Alice exclaimed, sounding more excited than anyone should be at eight O'clock in the morning.

"I don't think so, Alice," Bella scoffed, grabbing her books. "Besides, we have plans. Right, Edward?"

When all of them shifted their eyes to him, he nodded and said, "Yes. We, um, you know, want to be alone."

"You two are always spending time alone," Rosalie groused. "Look, we get that you're all lovey, dovey over each other. We just . . ." She sighed and looked up at Emmett, nudging him in the ribs.

"Ouch, babe." He rolled his eyes when she glared at him, and said, "We just want to hang out. Just us, nobody else."

"Fine, fine," Bella mumbled, turning and placing her hand on Edward's chest, giving him a look. "I guess we can hang out for a little while."

"Yeah, yeah, I suppose we could. You know, for little while."

While they all smiled and started making plans, Edward and Bella had a silent conversation, like how they were going to tell their respective lovers that they wouldn't be coming home after the game. But if they wanted their charade to last, there were sacrifices that needed to be made, and this was one of them.

The warning bell rang as Carlisle hurried down the hallway, his eyes locking on Edward's for a brief second. He cleared his throat and said, "Get to class before your late."

"Yes, sir," Emmett, Jasper, and Ben muttered before they kissed their girlfriends, and the six parted in opposite directions.

"How are you going to tell him that we have to party with teenagers tonight?" Bella asked.

"Fuck if I know," he grumbled, before he leaned down and kissed her cheek, making it seem like he was giving her a normal kiss. "I'll see you at lunch, Swan."

"Yeah, yeah," she snickered, pushing against his chest before she headed toward her Spanish class and he headed to his classroom.

—S&S—

"Good game, gentlemen. Damn good game. It was a tough one, but you played hard and pushed through and got the win. Damn proud of each and every one of you," Carlisle said, standing in the middle of the locker room. They'd just won their first district game with a score of twelve to eleven. "Film in the morning, nine a.m. sharp. No excuses if you aren't here."

His eyes shifted around the room, landing on Edward last, before he turned and joined the other coaches in the office. He still hadn't told him that he and Bella were being forced to hang out with Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, Alice, Ben, and Angela. He didn't want to, but if they got suspicious that things weren't real between them, it would open a can of worms neither was ready for. After all, none of their friends had exactly hidden their feelings when it came to homosexuality, often using the word gay as an insult. How would really handle it if they knew Bella and Edward were gay?

"You and Swan want to ride with me and Rose?" Emmett asked as he began stripping off his uniform and tossing it into the middle of the floor.

"Nah, gotta wait for her to finish cleaning up after you," Edward teased.

"Shit, man, you right." Emmett started gathering everyone's stuff and dragging toward the door.

"What the fuck are you doing, McCarty?" Mike snickered. "That's Swan's job."

"It's not just her job, Newton," Jasper quipped, helping Emmett. "Alice and Jessica both do it, too. Least we can do is make it easier for them."

"Whatever. They knew what they signed up for," Mike said, making a point of throwing his jersey on the far side of the locker room.

"You're such an asshole, Newton." Edward grabbed the jersey, adding it to others.

"I'd rather be an asshole than piece of white trash," Mike quipped before walking into the showers.

While the rest of the team followed, Edward sat on the bench, his fist clenched tightly. He couldn't get wait to get away from Forks, from assholes like Mike Newton, and his father's reputation. He didn't want to be Edward Masen Senior's son anymore.

"You okay, Edward?" Jasper asked, and when he looked up, he found only himself, Jasper, Emmett, and Ben in the room with him.

"I'm fine," he lied. "Just . . . tired, you know? Long game and everything . . ."

"You know he's full of shit, don't you?" Ben asked. "Newton, I mean. He's . . . Well, if you want to talk about trash . . . I mean, the way he treats Jessica is . . ."

Edward nodded.

"It's not your fault that your dad is . . . Well, the way he is," Emmett added, shifting uncomfortably.

Again, he nodded.

The silence that filled the room was deafening. Thankfully, nobody else pushed him to talk about his father. As Newton and the rest of the team trickled out of the shower, Edward ignored their endless chatter and pointed glances as he showered, dressed, and gathered their equipment. By the time the others had left, it was only Edward and Jasper left. Emmett and Ben were going to pick up Rosalie and Angela before heading out to Miller's Farm to get ready for the party.

"She's good for you."

Edward paused as he shoved his stuff back into bag and then looked at Jasper, who was standing next to the door.

"Bella, I mean. She's . . . She's good for you. Looking back throughout the summer, seeing how much you changed, it's . . . it's clear you love her."

Edward bit the inside of his cheek. He had changed, but it had very little to do with Bella Swan and everything to do with Carlisle Cullen. The man gave him everything he needed, everything he wanted, everything he never even knew he desired.

"We'll see you guys out there, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

Jasper gave him a look before he left. The door had barely closed when he felt Carlisle's penetrating gaze. He turned, finding the love of his life leaning against the doorway of his office, his arms folded in front of him. He wanted to drop down on his knees and take him in his mouth, bend over and feel him fucking him again.

"You're meeting them where?"

Edward sighed. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but . . . They're throwing a party out at the old Miller Farm. They want me and Bella to come. We tried to refuse, but they . . . I don't know . . . We aren't planning on staying too long."

Carlisle nodded. "I get it. Gotta keep up appearances. Esme and I have to do that sometimes. Work parties, family gatherings, and such."

"Yeah. Still, I'd rather be with you."

He grinned. "I'd rather be in you."

Edward groaned. "We'll skip."

"No, no," Carlisle laughed, putting his hand up before he sat next to him. "Just promise that you won't drink and drive. Call me, and I'll come get you."

"I don't drink. My father drinks enough for the two of us."

He frowned. "Sorry. I didn't think about that."

"It's okay." Edward leaned toward him. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too."

Carlisle leaned toward him, but before he could kiss him, they heard someone coming. He scrambled to his feet and hurried back into his office just as the door to the locker room opened. Thankfully, it was only Bella.

She looked around before she smiled and said, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I? Wouldn't want to see another penis."

Edward laughed. "Nope, the coast is clear."

"Thank God," she snickered, entering the locker room. As soon as the door closed behind her, she sighed. "How mad do you think they'd be if we bailed on the party?"

"Pretty pissed," Edward admitted.

"I know," she groaned and sat next to him. "You know, it's funny because before you and I started dating, none of them gave two shits if I came to a party."

"Me either," he said, causing her to scoff. "Seriously, they never asked me to come. They would talk about the parties, but never pushed me to go. So, I didn't."

"No?"

Edward shook his head. "Didn't feel comfortable, either. They're all about chasing pussy and getting laid. I just . . . I was still coming to terms with my sexuality and going to a party, where Jessica Stanley wouldn't have left me alone, wasn't my idea of fun."

Bella nodded. "I get it."

"You're the only one who does."

She grinned. "Well, good thing you have me, huh?"

Edward grinned. "Thank you for saving me from myself!"

"You're welcome," she snickered, before she stood and grabbed his hands. "Now, let's go party like a couple of irresponsible straight teenagers."

He laughed and the two walked out of the locker room, up to the parking lot, but stopped when they found his car. They stopped, because someone had busted every one of his windows out, broken his headlights, taillights, and carved the word "Faggot" into the hood.

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