The second chapter for today.

Something a little more 'M' rated in celebration of 30 chapters ;) Aside from a bit of entertainment, this chapter doesn't actually add to the story line, so don't read it if you're not comfortable. Thanks for sticking with me this far!

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It took hardly any time at all to get Carlisle moved; apparently he wasn't a collector of shit like I was. We helped Alistair pack too; deciding he didn't want to find another flatmate, he was throwing in the towel and moving in with Randal. It helped to ease the guilt my boyfriend felt toward leaving, and made the experience that much sweeter.

Stupidly, we slept on the couch that night. My neck was going to kill me, but the forced closeness was nice and with Carlisle lying in front of me, and my arms around his waist, I was acutely aware of every breath he took. He shuffled back into me, snuggling in closer, and I squeezed him a little tighter.

"I love you," I whispered to him, kissing his neck.

Awkwardly, he managed to wriggle enough to roll over and face me without falling off the couch. "I love you too," he whispered back, gently bringing our lips together.

I knotted my fingers together against his back, holding onto him, and he leaned his head against my shoulder. Still wanting more contact, he slid his knees between mine, running one hand through my hair.

"It's getting long," he murmured, smiling a little.

"I know," I chuckled. "But we both know I'm lazy, and that cutting it will only happen once it's a real pain in the ass."

He laughed quietly, rolling his eyes at me and stealing another kiss. "You look like nobody owns you," he teased gently, sleepy as he cuddled into me.

"You know I belong to you, Carlisle," I teased, to which he laughed a little.

He hesitated, then started to giggle again, and I knew whatever he was about to come out with was either going to be rude, or very cheesy. "We belong together, Garrett," he corrected innocently.

"I will throw you off of this couch, Carlisle Cullen," I chuckled, and he moulded himself around my shape to stop me doing it.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would." I tipped him backwards, but grabbed him before he could fall. He let out a surprised squeak and shoved me back, clinging to me. Settling us again, I gave him a gentle squeeze. "Go to sleep, my love, and I'll throw you off when you wake up," I assured him.

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I was woken up the next morning by Carlisle trying to wriggle out of my arms. He'd tried not to wake me, being careful not to jostle me too much, but because we were so entangled with in each other, he couldn't help it. I tightened my hold on him, sucking him back against me. "Where are you off to?" I asked him softly, kissing my way up his neck and along his jaw. He gasped in shock at my abrupt movement, and quickly covered my hands with his own. "Trying to escape, Carlisle?"

He laughed quietly, and squirmed a little in my arms. "I'll be back in a minute."

"What if I want to keep you, hmm?" I locked my arms around him, squeezing him a little tighter.

"Garrett," he was still laughing, but was getting a little more panicky now.

"What?" Confused, I let my hold become gentler, not wanting to upset him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just…I really need a wee, let me go, you're making it worse-"

That was all the permission I needed to torture him, pinning him back against the couch. "So, you're not going to mind if I keep you here for a while?" I asked, bringing our lips together. As first he kissed back, tangling his free hand in my hair, but he groaned quietly.

"I'm going to mind if you make me pee my pants," he grumbled, fighting a smile as he tried to shift. "Gar…"

"Then we'll have to shower together, won't we?" I teased, releasing his hand and running my fingers through his hair to get it off his face.

"…um…we can do that anyway?" he asked, his fight for freedom becoming a little more frantic and his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.

Not wanting to cause him any embarrassment or too much discomfort, I released him and let him go, chuckling as he bolted immediately. I rolled over onto my back, folding my arms around behind my head to rub my neck; I'd been right, it was aching liking a bitch. Moaning, I dragged myself into the kitchen to find some kind of pain relief, rolling my eyes at the time – six AM. There was no way I was staying awake at this hour, and I made my way to bed this time. About thirty seconds after I got comfortable, I felt Carlisle's weight hit the bed, and he crawled up the mattress to lie beside me. "Better?" I asked, wrapping my arm around him and smiling at the way he cuddled into me.

"Yeah," he mumbled, setting into me. "You're such a dick."

"Are you still going to shower with me, though?" I slid my hand down his back, squeezing his ass and making him jump into me with a quiet gasp.

"Y-yeah, of course." He kissed my throat, his lips brushing my throat as he knotted his fingers in my shirt to pull himself closer. "But you have to get up first."

"Or, we could just stay here." I carefully rolled onto my back, holding his shoulders so he shifted with me. Our lips met, and his tongue darted out to meet mine. He used one hand to support himself as he leaned over me, the other tangled in my hair and caressing the side of my face. I slid my fingers over his shirt and up his body, lightly trailing my fingernails up his sides, smiling when he shivered.

Sliding upwards so his body covered mine, he supported himself on his elbows, moaning against my lips. He rested his head against my shoulder as I rubbed his thighs, slowing edging my hands up higher and higher. He unexpectedly dropped his hand between my legs, palming me lightly and making me curse at him. I rolled my hips against his, my fingers digging into his skin as I arched my back.

The movement cause the muscles in my shoulders to tighten painfully, and I groaned. "My neck really hurts from sleeping on the couch," I whined to Carlisle when he glanced down at me to see what the problem was.

"Keep it still, then, sweetheart," he teased, almost condescending, his hands on either side of my throat to stabilise it and knotting his fingers across my spine. "Unless you're fucking me with your neck, we'll be fine."

That was good enough for me, and I teased his waist as I snuck my hands under his t-shirt. The warmth of the skin was nice against my fingers, which were rather cold, but he squeaked and jumped into me when I touched him. Chuckling, I drew my hands back. "Sorry, you're nice and warm."

"I was nice and warm," he corrected playfully, rolling his eyes but leaning down to kiss me lightly. He squeezed closer to me as I slipped my arm behind him, and I tried to rest my chin on his shoulder, only to have the same painful twang roll through again. Carlisle frowned at my grumbling as I leaned back against the pillows, placing a kiss on my forehead. "You've taken pain killers?"

"Yeah…it's only because I let us stay on the couch; I knew it would happen…I know it's my fault, but it hurts like a bitch," I complained childishly, fed up.

"Maybe a shower would be good then? The hot water might help it?" He caught my hand, kissing the back of my fingers. "And, your hands wouldn't be so damn cold then."

I groaned and rubbed my face. "I don't think it will help, unless you come with me," I told him, trying to appear innocent.

"Oh, for god's sake," he laughed. "I should have seen that coming." He didn't give me an actual answer, untucking my clothing and unbuttoning my shirt instead.

"So, that's a yes, then?" I teased, kissing him when he was close enough.

"If you're not capable of showering alone, I highly doubt you're able to undress yourself." He was biting his lip to keep from laughing, and it was making me giggle. His fingertips were icy against my chest as he fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, his shaking giving away that he wanted this as badly as I did.

For once, I kept my mouth shut; I wasn't complaining if he was going do all the work. His hands felt wonderful as they brushed over my body, and I was curious about how far he could get before I'd have to move. As he pressed soft kisses against my jaw and down my throat, I tangled my fingers in his hair, tilting my chin up as much as I was able to.

He pulled back too soon, placing his hand on my chest. "Go start the water, and I'll go get the towels."

I sat up as he darted out of the room, pulling my shirt off and stripping before wandering into the bathroom and turning on the shower. I was under the water before Carlisle appeared again, repressing a sigh as the heat seeped into my aching muscles.

Carlisle slipped a little as he jumped in with me, and I wrapped my arms around him to keep him steady, stealing a kiss at the same time. His hands landed on my chest as he let out a surprised gasp, both of us laughing at his shock. After catching his balance, his fingers slid up to my shoulders, gently kneading the knots free, and this time I couldn't stop the groan. He could only behave himself so long, though, and suddenly his lips were against mine.

Although he was being careful not to pull me anywhere it hurt, I'd given up nursing my self-inflicted wounds and grabbed his waist, pulling him flush against me. That was the end of his self-control, and he wrapped both arms around my neck, shifting his body against mine and gently tugging my hair as I moaned into his mouth. It was hurting a bit, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain.

I rolled my hips against his, sliding one hand down his back to press him closer against me. Being a few inches shorter than me, he slipped against the wet floor whenever he tried to reach up to kiss me, and ended up falling into me every time he tried. I pinned him up against the wall, keeping him steady and letting my hands wander down his body. His fingers dug into my biceps as my hands reached his hips, and he leaned his cheek against my shoulder as I started to touch him, his breath hot against my neck.

"I love you."

"Is that your version of dirty talk?" I teased, chuckling to myself. He managed to collect his thoughts enough to roll his eyes at me, trailing his hand down my chest. Groaning as his palm brushed over my cock, I automatically jerked my hips. He ignored it, though, teasing my thighs instead. There was not a doubt in my mind that he was driving me insane on purpose, and I was refusing to beg for it. Jerk.

Hoping he might give in without me saying anything, I kissed him again, almost grumbling when his hand returned to my shoulder, the fucking tease. Still, I held my ground. It distracted me enough, though, that I released my hold on him a little, and he slipped forward. I started to laugh, but cut myself off with a groan as my erection brushed his stomach, finally giving me a little bit of friction. He'd moaned too, but I glanced down at him, I realised it was more out of pain than pleasure, having hit his head against the wall as the moment created the same sensation for him.

Before I could get any teasing remark out, he started to stroke me to get me to shut up. It did little to keep me quiet, but I couldn't make fun of him, at least, far too caught up in the pleasure of it. I decided I might as well play fair, and returned the favour. His hand faltered, and I kissed him gently, knowing I had him now.

"Watch out for the wall this time," I reminded him as he sunk his teeth into his lip. "I don't want to have to explain to a doctor that you have a concussion because we fucked in a shower." My teasing went over his head, and his fingernails dug into my back as I increased the pace, my movements becoming a little more urgent now. I was glad we were under the water; I was starting to sweat, and we would both need to cool off after this.

"…Garrett…" It wasn't quite a curse, though I thought it was supposed to be. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I leaned down to kiss him as I drove him over the edge. As soon as he had recovered, he started to touch me again, and I groaned through clenched teeth, rolling my hips against his hand.

His lips worked their way along my jaw, and I tilted my head back as he kissed my neck, his teeth occasionally grazing my skin. I wasn't sure what part of him to grab as heat surged through my body, settling on holding his waist and focusing on breathing. "Fuck, Carlisle…jesus…" A second later, and I was riding out my orgasm, unable to stop another moan. This had to have been the best fucking shower I'd ever taken.

I rested my forehead against his as we caught our breath again, bringing my hand to rest against the side of his face and brushing my thumb over the sweet flush in his cheeks. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this," I whispered to him, dipping my head slightly to capture his lips as his eyes met mine. "I love you."

"I love you too," he murmured, cupping the back of my neck to close the space between us.

Slipping my arm behind, I squeezed him tightly, repressing a smug smile. Asking him to move in was the best decision I'd ever made.