Part two: the less clean stuff. No where near as graphic as some other stuff I've seen around, but still, you were warned!

I shook my head, pulling him closer again. "I want to, I just…I'm scared of hurting you…"

"You wont, Garrett, I promise." He let our lips meet this time, and my nerves were dissolving a little.

"You have to tell me if it does…" I made him promise.

"Of course I will, but you'll be fine." He planted a kiss on my chest, trailing his fingers down my back. "We could have a safe word, if that would make you more comfortable?"

Forcing a few deep breaths, I ran my fingers through his hair. "What about just 'stop'? Then there's no confusion…"

He nodded, continuing with teasing touches and kisses as he tried to calm me down a bit. "Tell me when you've had enough, and that's as far as we'll go."

I bit my lip, strangling a moan as I felt his fingers against the inside of my thigh. "…Oh god…"

He stopped immediately. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah…" I felt my face flush red.

Laughing, he let our lips meet, partially holding me still when I tried to grind against him. I desperately needed some kind of friction, but he was taking it painfully slowly, scared of freaking me out.

"Shit-Carlisle please," I pleaded, unsure whether I loved or hated it. My fingers dug into the bed as he slid my underwear down, and he slowly kissed his way down my body. I felt his teeth against the inside of my thigh before he abruptly took me inside on his mouth. "Fuck." Without thinking, my fingers were in his hair, pulling too roughly, but I couldn't control myself. All too soon, I realised I was going to lose it. "Carlisle, wait…" Forcing deep breaths to try and calm myself, I made myself let go of him.

"Hmm?" More kisses, this time against my neck as he lay next to me again.

"Y-you're not…I want you to enjoy this too…" I was struggling to keep my wits about me enough to speak.

"This is fine, Garrett, don't worry." His hand on my thigh again, and I was on the point of begging him to touch me.

"N-no…I…"

"You what?" he teased, running his fingers through my hair to stop it sticking to my face.

"…I want to fuck you…"

It had the desired effect, he choked on the air in his throat. "Um, what?"

I pushed him onto his back, unsure of myself but wanting to do something. My heart was racing in my chest, and I was full of adrenaline. "You…you've, ah…you said that you liked…um…and I want to try that…"

He laughed, leaning up to kiss me. It quickly became more heated and he wrapped his arms around my neck to pull himself off the bed as I tried to pull his underwear off him. He eventually ended up taking pity on me when I took too long to do it.

"Stay here." Placing my hand on his chest, I held him down against the mattress, kissing him one last time before getting up. I ignored his teasing remark about a lack of organisation, throwing lube and a condom at him instead.

He pulled me close again one I was near him. "Are you sure you're okay doing this?"

I nodded, kissing his cheek. Sitting back, I fought with the condom while he opened the lube. "Please tell me if I do something wrong and I hurt you," I pleaded, kissing him and sliding in my first finger at the same time. I was glad I hadn't warned him, judging by the response he had.

"Shit- fuck me, Garrett," His hands tightened around my arms and he sunk his teeth into his lip.

"That was the plan, Carlisle," I teased, deepening the kiss. I must have been doing something right, because Carlisle could barely speak to me.

This continued for a few minutes until I was really struggling not to rush, desperately trying not to lose control of myself. "Garrett…" He pulled my hands away, moving a little to make it easier for me.

Resting my head against his shoulder, I tried to steady myself as I slowly pushed into him, groaning at how good it felt. "It that okay?" I asked breathlessly.

"Fuck, yeah…" He moved against me when I was too scared to, and we quickly found a rhythm that worked for both of us. I barely had enough sense to remember how to breathe, and the only words I knew were a few curses and Carlisle's name, but he was still kissing me, his teeth occasionally nipping my neck.

That all abruptly stopped and his fingers dug into my back and he pulled out of the kiss. At first I'd assumed I'd hurt him, but with a grin I realised it was quite the opposite; I'd watched enough porn to know I'd just hit his prostate. I desperately tried to recreate the same angle so I could do it again, but I only knew I managed at when he swore under his breath, becoming a little more frantic as he tried to find something to hold on to.

"Holy shit, Garrett…" He kissed me roughly but I wasn't coherent enough to respond well. I wasn't sure how he was being so quiet; I wouldn't be able to face the neighbours in the morning judging by how loud I was being.

"…I'm really close," I admitted reluctantly.

"Me too." Capturing my face in his hands, his kissed me gently. The soft gesture seemed a little out of place, but the sweetness of it had my head spinning.

A second later and I was done for, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I rode of my orgasm. Carlisle wasn't far behind me, squeezing me tightly.

It took us both a few minutes to catch our breath. I rolled off Carlisle and onto my back, grinning at the ceiling. Without warning, Carlisle put his hand on my chest, and I closed my fingers over it, gently squeezing it. He smiled at me when I glanced over at him.

"I cant believe we're going to a little kid's birthday party after that," he teased, apparently not as exhausted as I was. Maybe I should have been embarrassed about my recovery time, but I was too relaxed to care.

I groaned; there was no way in hell I wanted to move now. Staying in bed would have suited me just fine; I couldn't feel my damn legs. "Eleazar might not be so accepting of another guest if I told him."

"That would mean we wouldn't have to move, right? Maybe we should tell him." Lying back again, he folded one arm across his face to block out the light. "That could be a good conversation starter; We were late because your brother just fucked me senseless?"

Quite frankly, he was making more sense than I was. "Be my guest."

"I am your guest," he countered without missing a beat. He slid closer, sitting up a little.

"No, you're my boyfriend. It's different," I protested, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him into me.

He kissed my cheek, hugging my waist. "How?"

"I don't like having guests, but I like having you here." I kissed the top of his head, squeezing him a little tighter.

He just laughed, rolling his eyes at me. "What are we going to do about the cake?"

"Can we talk about it when I have sensation in my legs again?" I groaned.

"Deal." As he lay back down, I felt all the tension leave his body. It only lasted a few minutes before he moved again, sitting up to glance at the clock on the dresser.

"What?"

"What are we going to do? I don't need Eleazar to hate me for screwing his brother and ruining his child's birthday party which I was never actually invited to."

"I don't know," I complained, starting to become aware enough for it to actually be an issue. "We have to clean ourselves up first; I know for a fact he wouldn't be happy if either of us turned up in this state." Forcing myself to get up, I dragged myself to my closet to find clean clothes. "Unless you want to turn up covered in food, we're going to have to wash your clothes."

He groaned. "Shit…I forgot about that." Getting to his feet, he went and collected our stuff off the floor, somehow coherent enough to shove it into the washing machine and get it going.

Abandoning my task, I grabbed him when he walked past, pulling him into my arms again. He reached up to kiss me again immediately, wrapping his arms around my neck. "We need to shower."

"That's not a bad thing," he teased, pressing his lips against my collar bone.

"Don't start something you can't finish," I warned, pushing him backwards into the bathroom and into the shower.

"I'm not starting anything," he told me, picking up the shower gel and proceeding to run his hands up my arms and across my chest, effectively washing me.

Jesus Christ. If you can't beat them, join them, I guess.

I ran my fingers though his hair, starting the same process of 'washing'. As soon as I touched his shoulders though, he stopped what he was doing, knotting his fingers behind my neck and pulling himself up to kiss me.

I let it continue for a few minutes, just teasing touches and kisses, but I was forced to stop when I felt myself being wound up again. "We're going to be late." Placing one last firm kiss on his lips, I picked up the shower gel and washed myself down properly.

He rolled his eyes at me, but pulled himself together enough to copy me.

I threw a towel and something to put on at him, going into the bedroom to get myself dressed. It was a task I'd rather not have my boyfriend watch – he didn't need to see how finicky I became when it came down to me picked a shirt to wear – and I hoped that he would be occupied while I did it. Thankfully, I had gotten my shit together before he came and sat on the bed.

Carlisle looked fucking adorable wearing boxers and my over-sized sweatshirt, but he didn't appreciate it when I told him so. "It's not my fault you got food all over my clothes."

I pulled him forward by a fistful of the jumper. "You started it."

He hugged my waist. "Maybe, but you let me," he teased.

"I don't regret being a little late if it means I get to have you like this." I sat next to him, smiling as he leant his cheek against my shoulder, kissing my neck.

"Me neither."

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