Thursday, 20 October 2011

Learning to Fly - Ch14

Thank you to my beta mxpi1970.

As always, all characters created and owned by Stephenie Meyer.

~xxXxx~

CHAPTER 14

EPOV

“Yeah, Emm, of course it’s me. Who else were you expecting?”

His laugh echoed through from the office.

“So get in here and fill me in on this suspension you were talking about. Is the doc okay? I don’t read the local rag and I’ve obviously missed something important.”

Walking into the small room, I pulled out a chair and flopped into it. I breathed deep, exhaling in a loud whoosh, my fingers drawing agitated patterns on the desktop.

“Well, remember what happened in here Wednesday night, with Lauren and her friends...”

Emmett’s eyes widened as I talked, his mouth dropping open in shock. When I got to the part about the newspaper accusations, his hands balled into fists and his ears turned red as he turned to stare at a picture on the wall. His reaction was alarming and I intervened quickly.

“Cool it, Emm; it’s going to be alright. The legal team are on it. Carlisle’s with them this morning; there’s nothing you can do. When he makes his statement to the press after his name is cleared, I’m going to be standing alongside him for support. Guess it’s time to call my mom, huh?”

Emmett looked floored.

“Dude – you’re coming out on TV?” I could see his mind whirling before he shook his head with a small, quirked smile. With a great deal of relief, I saw his face start to return to a more healthy hue. “Why am I even questioning that? Of course you would; you love him.”

My eyebrows rose slightly at his matter of fact statement; I was so proud to call him my friend.

“So, do you think my mom will be okay?”

He winced dramatically before grinning. He leaned forward on his elbows.

“One thing I know is that your mom adores her baby boy.” I whipped a cardboard coaster at him and he smirked as it bounced harmlessly off of his shoulder. “Dude, she’ll be happy if you are.”

I hoped so.

~xxXxx~

As the day wore on, I waited for word from Carlisle. I missed him; the bar was quiet and there was little for me to do but worry. When Riley came in for the evening shift, I took my second break of the day, deciding to take a walk to clear my head. My phone was resolutely silent and I could only assume no news was good news. Dropping him a brief inquiring text, I walked around to the nearby Subway and ordered a late lunch. As I was paying, my phone buzzed. Pocketing my change, I fished out my phone and read the message.

*Miss you, love. Meeting was fine. Tell you later xx*

Seconds later, another text came in. I almost choked on my meatball marinara.

*Do you like chilli? Or am I hot enough for you?*

Trying to swallow and laugh at the same time caused a coughing fit that made my eyes water. Managing to text an affirmative response, I wiped my eyes and cleared my throat. When my phoned buzzed a final time, I opened the message to see a simple, winking smiley face. I shook my head, a goofy smile spreading across my face at the absurdity. I had never taken Carlisle, the serious physician, as the type to send smileys. I oddly loved this contradiction in his character.

Walking to a quiet spot, I finished off my sub and pulled my insurance details out of my pocket. Tucked inside were the details of my new car. Grinning to myself, I made the call to my insurance company to give them the details of my new vehicle. They confirmed that the police report regarding the crash had already been sent to them, and the claim for my old Subaru was being processed. As I thought, I would only be paid the minimum amount for scrap value which made me realise I had secretly hoped for more. I knew Emmett would wait, but it would be a while before I could pay him back the money I owed. What with that, my rent, the piano, and the higher insurance on the Volvo, money was going to be stretched to the absolute limit. I could see me eating the left over peanuts out of the dishes each night just to keep going. Then again, maybe not; I saw the hygiene habits of the people who ate out of those and I wasn’t willing to risk it.

The evening crowd milled in: the after work drinkers, the quiet, lonely ones, and the younger, noisier crowd. It got lively for a while and we were pulling pints and mixing drinks non-stop. In a brief moment of respite, I wiped down the bar, emptying and refilling the dishwasher as Riley cleared away the clean glasses for re-use. With my mind temporarily unoccupied with customers, I tried to bury my niggling worries by fantasising about getting Carlisle naked in the back seat of my new car.

Let’s go.... before I break my promise to myself and drag you into the back seat of the Mercedes.

Those words rose unbidden from my memory of that night at the aquarium. I felt my body respond now as it had then, little shivers of pleasure arcing through me making my legs shake; my eyes closed and I gasped quietly at the mental image of Carlisle’s face as he rode out his orgasm, his hazel eyes dark and clouded as he impaled himself on my cock. It was during this lull that Riley plucked up the courage to ask me the question I could see had been gnawing away at him.

“Edward, you seriously dating that blond guy I saw you with?”

Caught off guard, I hauled my mind back to the job in hand and looked up at him, feeling awkward and a touch defensive.

“Yeah, I seriously am. It’s not gonna be a problem, is it? We’re okay?”

“We’re good, man. I just never got the gay vibe from you, that’s all.”

I was taken aback by his comment. Seeing my face, he went red and tried to correct himself.

“You know what I mean. I thought you were all about the ladies, that’s all I meant.”

I stood still for a moment, biting my lip, before responding with total honesty.

“I was. Then I met him.”

I carried on loading the dishwasher. When I looked back I could see Riley’s face registering confusion.

“So, this is the new you? Gay, bisexual or whatever?”

Looking at him with a half smile, I gave him the only answer I had.

“There’s no need for a label, Rile. It’s just him, that’s all.” I felt my own blush stain my neck as I looked at him earnestly. “He’s the one.”

Riley nodded once, saying nothing more; conversation closed.

Closing time rolled around and Emmett and I finished up. I yawned and then laughed, apologising.

“Don’t worry, dude; it’s been a long one today. Riley’s taking early shift tomorrow and you can come in at lunchtime as usual. I appreciate today. Have you had the chance to sort your insurance? We could go get your car in the morning.”

“Yeah – did it today. What time? Oh, but I need to get to the bank first and draw out the cash I put aside. That okay?”

“Yeah, sure. But don’t worry about that tomorrow; the lady asked for a bankers cheque so I‘ve sorted that for you.”

I looked at him gratefully. My best friend had never let me down and I was so lucky to have him around.

He saw my face and grinned. “That’s settled then. I’ll call her in the morning and let her know we’re coming. Now, do you need a lift?”

I shook my head. “Carlisle’s picking me up.” Emmett gave me a cautious look.

“At least after tomorrow he won’t need to do that.” My smile wavered. “And you get to go home soon so everything will be back to normal.” I looked down, feeling my smile sputter like a dying candle, and then realised that Emmett was still speaking. “And, after all, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

~xxXxx~

Walking outside, I saw the Mercedes waiting. I yawned again as I walked over to the car, glad my first day back was done. Having Emm there for backup had been a reassurance I hadn’t thought I needed, but I was happy to be proved wrong on this occasion. Opening the door and climbing in, I saw Carlisle’s smiling face and felt a sense of... relief? No. It was a feeling of belonging, of being where I was meant to be. Peace washed over me, as fresh and revitalising as summer rain after a hot day.

When he spoke it was with a head tilt and the inflection of a 50’s housewife. I laughed uncontrollably.

“Hey honey! How was your day?”

Through splutters, I managed a response.

“It was okay, drama-free at least. I missed you. How did the meeting go? Do they need to see you again?”

“The lawyer had all the facts, and the Chief was there to answer any other questions he had. All apart from one, that is. He called to ask about Lauren’s motivation. I had to tell him, Edward, but the lawyers promise to keep the reason under wraps so the press don’t get hold of it. We can only hope that no one else talks to them.”

He sighed deeply, all playfulness gone, worry returning. My hand found his in support, curling over his tense knuckles and rubbing them with my thumb.

“It’ll be fine, Carlisle. We knew it had to happen. Is the lawyer decent? Will he get the job done?”

A small smile quirked the edges of his lips

“I liked him. He’s a Texan, confident, well presented and knowledgeable. Handsome too.” He threw that last line in casually, watching me out of the corner of his eye.

I couldn’t resist.

“Sounds perfect; so when’s the threesome?”

Carlisle’s head fell back, his laughter joyous and unrestrained. The tension in the car was dispelled as I joined in, the feeling both welcome and reassuring.

Leaning back in his seat, he gazed at me.

“Right now there’s only one man for me, my love.”

Leaning in to steal a kiss, I muttered against his lips,

“And don’t you forget it!”

Still chuckling, he pulled me in tighter for a deeper kiss before pulling back and whispering,

“Oh, I won’t.”

We drove home quickly, the streets empty of traffic. Turning into the driveway, I spoke my thoughts aloud.

“So, what’s happening for my birthday?”

“You’ll see.” His eyes sparkled in the reflected street lighting.

“I bet I can get it out of you.”

His answering eyebrow flash made my smile widen.

“You can try.”

~xxXxx~

JPOV

Rosalie Hale was a beautiful, but feisty woman, I discovered. She had hit back every question I asked her with one of her own until she was sure I was on the level, clearly every bit as devoted to Dr Cullen as Nurse Brandon. He certainly inspired loyalty in his staff. When her interview was completed she shook my hand coolly, flicked her ice blonde hair, and left the room, leaving me speechless.

“She’s, uhm, opinionated.” I shook my head slowly; the Chief smiled wryly.

“She’s a fine nurse, that’s for sure, and fiercely protective of Dr Cullen, as you can tell.”

“Protective enough to lie for him? I’m sorry but I have to ask. Actually, what I should ask is would either of those ladies lie to cover for him?”

I asked the question bluntly, needing to see his reaction. His brow rose slightly but his tone never altered.

“No. If they thought he was in the wrong they would say so. I firmly believe that.”

As I finished up my notes, I spoke.

“So, Chief, can I leave you to call Dr Cullen and find out about those accusations? I need to know why a daughter would say those things about her father – or do you already know?”

“No, I don’t. I’ll call him now.” He pulled up the personnel files and, mere moments later, was calling a number. I heard him ask, heard him pause, then listen. Clearly the doctor was willing to talk. After half a minute or so I saw the Chief’s face drop, his mouth hanging open momentarily. He swiftly recovered his composure.

“Thank you, Carlisle. I’m so sorry I had to ask. Yes, I understand of course; this is a delicate matter that the press do not need to know about. I have your permission to tell the lawyers? Thank you. I will make sure they are discreet. I’ll be in touch soon, Carlisle. Goodbye.”

He turned to me, looking just a little shocked.

“Dr Cullen is dating his daughter’s former boyfriend. She, ah, isn’t taking it well.”

Now it was my turn to look stunned. I made hasty notes that I covered so as not to cause the doctor further embarrassment when I interviewed the other members of the nursing staff.

Not the answer I had expected at all. Did the other nurses know? Clearly Nurse Brandon did.

I spent the next hour talking to other staff on duty. I uncovered a deep respect for the doctor, but found that they knew very little about him. Most were disbelieving of the gay rumours; none appeared to harbour hostile feelings toward him, and no one had any reason to point the finger to give any credibility to the allegations. The case was cut and dried, my job easy. Finishing up with the Chief, I walked out to my car, unbuttoning my suit jacket and slipping it off. The office had been warm and my waistcoat was snug against my back; I could feel sweat along my spine as I sank into the seat of my Ford. One day I’d make enough money to upgrade to something sleek, like my superiors drove. At present, all my money went on my small apartment and suitable work attire. I was good at my job, but I had a long way to go before I became a partner in a law firm. I wondered if Alice would be interested in a date if she knew my look was a facade, a sham, to hide my working class roots. I wasn’t ashamed, but at the same time I couldn’t deny that I was trying to improve myself.

I wondered if I was good enough for her, and decided that it didn’t matter. I was hardly likely to bump into her again anytime soon. She was a beautiful mirage, out of reach of my undeserving hands.

~xxXxx~

EPOV

The next day was wet, the skies dark and gloomy with no hint of respite. Learning to love the rain had been a major part of moving to Seattle and I rather liked it; it was easy to be anonymous and unnoticed when you were hunched against driving rain or battling the elements on wet roads.

The jeep had no problems with the weather, and Emm and I were off bright and early to collect my new transportation. I was still finding it hard to believe I was getting such a beauty and wouldn’t truly allow myself to enjoy the moment until the keys were in my hand. The lady was waiting for us, paperwork at the ready, and it was minutes only before the money exchanged hands and I had custody of the keys. Thanking her politely, we hurried out to where the Volvo stood waiting; I told Emm I’d see him at work later and quickly hopped into the driver’s seat, sinking into its superior comfort. Fishing in my pocket I pulled out a CD and slotted it into the player before starting the engine. She purred into life and I followed Emm out onto the main road, tapping my fingers to the music.

When I arrived back at the house, I parked next to Carlisle’s Mercedes. Stepping out into the rain, I briefly wondered why his car wasn’t in the dry when I heard boxes being moved behind the closed garage door. I slipped inside the house and upstairs to our room before sneaking through the side door to see what was going on. He was sorting through labelled boxes, usually hidden beneath a protective tarp. He looked up in surprise when he heard the door close behind me.

“Hey. Need any help?”

He wiped his hands on his old jeans and blew a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“No; this is long overdue and I thought that, as it’s raining, I’d make a start.”

“Well, if you want to take a break. I have a great idea.” He looked at me questioningly. “As it’s pouring with rain, why don’t we take my new car for a drive and go try out the back seat. Let’s see if we can steam up the windows like they do in the movies.”

He stood for a moment, his hands on his hips as he chuckled quietly. Running a hand through his hair he gave me an appraising look that made my heart pound. I swallowed hard, heat squirming in my stomach as he stepped forward until his face was level with mine. When he spoke, his warm breath fanned my ear.

“I don’t think getting caught naked in a public place would help my current situation. But.....” his fingers slid into my hair as his lips found the spot on my neck that made my knees weak, “I could suggest an alternative plan.”

My eyes widened with interest. He smirked when his hands roamed and felt the items in my pocket. His voice was husky.

“Pull your car into the garage, and leave the door up. I’ll back in a couple of minutes. Wait for me in the back seat.”

I nodded dumbly, feeling my swelling erection press against my buttons. Jumping into my car, I pulled forward, parking in the middle of the available space. The windows were obscured by rain and I could hear the drip of water onto the concrete. Opening my door, I moved round into the immaculate back seat, sliding across until I reached the centre. Relaxing back against the cushioning, I palmed my stiff, denim covered erection before popping open the first couple of buttons while I waited. I could hear the rain pounding down outside the open garage door; I saw Carlisle reappear and step outside for a split second before lowering the door just enough so that the rain thundered heavily against it. Opening the car door he slid in next to me, his shirt damp around the shoulders and back, and raindrops glistening in his hair that escaped and rolled down the sides of his face. With the door closed the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the roar of the rain.

Reaching for him, I pulled his mouth to mine and moaned when the tip of his tongue caressed my lip. He pressed my head back into the seat and kissed me leisurely, refusing to be hurried even as my tongue reached out to his in mute supplication. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth before nipping it with his teeth; my desperate groan escaping unbidden as my hands delved into his damp hair. He pulled back a fraction and I looked deep into his eyes, seeing the raging fire in their depths, before his mouth lowered to my jaw, imprinting slow, scorching kisses along my maddened flesh. My lungs burned as I bordered on hyperventilation; when his mouth met the collar of my shirt, I felt his hands sliding the fabric up over my stomach until he wrenched it off over my head, his lips leaving my skin for the briefest of seconds before resuming their leisurely progression downward.

Needing his warm skin under my touch, I slid my hands up under his rain darkened shirt. When he looked up, I smiled coyly.

“We should get you out of those wet clothes. I don’t want you getting ill.”

His eyes locked to mine as he deliberately unbuttoned the shirt, gradually revealing his tight torso to my hungry stare and tossing the garment onto the rear shelf. My hands admired his hard physique as he gripped the headrests; his upper body hovered over me making me crave the weight of his body upon me. His lips found mine once more, the breath leaving my body in a low moan of surrender as I finally felt his tongue stroke mine. This slow seduction was pure torture; I ached to crush him to me and kiss him like the world was ending. I parted my legs to ease the pressure on my raging erection, causing the remaining buttons to pop open, affording me a modicum of relief. My eyes closed in pleasure, I felt him leave my neck and his teeth start to worry my nipple; his hand trailed down my stomach, catching deliciously in the downy line of hair leading down to my groin. I silently willed him onward to where I was throbbing for him, squirming and writhing as he sucked, lapped and bit each engorged peak, releasing them only when they were reddened and burning in the cool air. Momentarily distracted, the feel of his hand as it slid beneath my underwear was almost pleasure overload. Kissing me hard now, he swallowed my loud moan of ragged desperation as he grasped my cock firmly and began to pump it.

I was incapable of speech. I wanted to beg, I wanted to plead; I wanted everything his body could offer and more and all at once in that moment.

The kiss broke and I gasped for breath. His lips were hovering a millimetre above mine and it was too far away. His eyes were almost black with desire.

“We need these off, I think.”

My pants were tugged down, my underwear tangled up with them in his haste to render me naked. When they were free of my feet he investigated the pockets, finding the lube and condom I’d stashed there earlier. Rolling over onto the empty seat, he unfastened his own pants, sliding them off quickly to reveal his own heavy erection, the tip dewy with moisture. Leaning over, I took him in my mouth, revelling in his sharp intake of breath. His moans of appreciation spurred me on as I worked him fully with my hand and mouth, swallowing around him greedily, his pre come flowing freely. Hearing the click of the lube bottle I held out my hand and felt the slippery coldness trickle across my fingertips. Without losing momentum, I sucked and laved the full length of his flesh until I was nuzzling deeply into his balls. His hand stroked my back as I moved my attention to them, kissing and licking the whole area before drawing one round globe into my hot mouth. His head fell back, his breaths becoming choky and ever more desperate as I showed the same love and attention to its twin.

His stroking rhythm faltered when my slippery fingers circled his puckered entrance. His legs widened further, his knees bowing outward as his feet braced themselves on the seat to hold his position. I took the opportunity to slip a finger into his tightness; to compliment the sensation I sank down onto his rigid cock, taking him into my throat.

My name escaped his lips in a strangled sound, forced out between heaving gasps of pleasure when I slid a second finger into his willing and eager passage. Releasing his cock with a pop, I crushed my lips to his, the kiss almost animalistic in its intensity. My fingers slid free as he rolled me on to my back, straddling me on the seat, his eyes dark and hungry. Reaching for the condom, he grasped my length and pumped me firmly, his thumb swiping across the head on each upward stroke. I swallowed hard, my eyes trying to close as my body vibrated with need. He watched my face the entire time, his lips teasingly close yet just out of reach. He tore open the packet and rolled the latex down my shaft, coating me with lube before wiping his hands clean on his jeans.

I reached out, my hand stroking his beautiful face, sliding into his thick hair and pulling him in for a tender kiss.

“Are you ready, love?”

“Oh yes.”

Leaning forward, he braced his hands and allowed me to guide my cock into his heat as he slowly sank down, adjusting to my girth until his ass met my balls. In the confined space his movements were limited; I gripped his firm ass and lifted him, holding him steady as I pumped upward experimentally. His soft answering ‘Fuck’ told me all I needed to know, and I settled into a steady rhythm, loving the tight, silken grasp of his ass in the restricted position. Adjusting my grip more comfortably, I thrust into him faster for a few moments, hard and fast bunny fucks that had him keening above me, the sweat beading his brow and upper lip. He was a vision of raw, sexual perfection with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in an ‘O’ of pleasure. I ignored the burn in my arms, intent on my goal to make him come from plain and simple fucking. Carlisle’s hands edged closer to my head until I felt his fingers in my hair; his mouth crashed to mine, the kiss wild and primal as our hot, panting breaths grew more and more frantic. Carlisle moved as much as he could; the welcome slap of skin on skin loud in our private bubble as we took on the storm’s ferocity in our frenzied attempt to each drag the other over the edge and into the pit of ecstasy.

My body was on fire; the heat generated by our sweating bodies filled the small space and I was dizzy with feverish passion. Feeling my orgasm building strongly, I pounded Carlisle’s ass with everything I had and was rewarded with his muffled scream of pleasure as warm come splashed over my chest, his body jerking and shuddering. The exquisite grip of his spasming muscles forced me to fill the condom in hot, harsh jets, the relief almost a religious experience. We came down slowly, our breathing slowing from harsh gasps to quiet pants as we regained control, kissing softly and lovingly. When our bodies finally separated, Carlisle collapsed next to me, flushed and sated.

I looked up and grinned when I saw the steamed up windows.

“Mission accomplished, I believe!”

“Absolutely; a job well done.” He chuckled, smiling at me before stretching like a contented cat. “By the way, I like your new car.”

~xxXxx~

After we had cleaned up and dressed, I asked Carlisle what he had been sorting. He looked down for a second, as if gauging what my response might be to his answer.

“The boxes? They hold some of Marcus’ possessions that I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of for the longest time. Today I decided to take another look: I’ve healed now and finally feel I’ve moved on. It’s time to say goodbye to the past and make a fresh start.”

His face was so open, his eyes alight with love.

“Can I help? Or is this something you need to do alone?”

“Most of this can go now. I’ll save a few things, like photos and mementoes of our life together; I hope you understand. I can’t eradicate him from my life – he was so very important. And some day Lauren might like to look back at these memories of her beloved uncle.”

I nodded, my hand squeezing his shoulder.

“Carlisle, it’s okay. You don’t need to worry.” I paused for a moment. “Would he have liked me, do you think? Approved of us together?”

His smile was so genuine and warm that I relaxed instantly.

“He would have approved, believe me, and he would be content that I have found someone else who makes me feel safe and loved again. He told me once that he never wanted me to mourn him. Impossible to agree to of course, as I loved him deeply, but he made me promise to move on, to find love again and have the courage to accept it when I found it.”

His confession was so frank, so heartfelt, that I felt I could share one of my own.

“I’m glad about that. I don’t know if I’d have ever had the nerve to approach you, you know. You were the unattainable fantasy.”

“Talking of fantasies, one of mine just took place in your car.” He chuckled again, slightly pink in the face at the admission.

“I remember. It’s why I suggested it.” I grinned with happiness. “And I hope we can repeat it again in the future. That Mercedes of yours could use a good christening...” I raised an eyebrow teasingly.

His answering eyebrow flash told me all I needed to know.

~xxXxx~

The next morning the rain had stopped, the storm passed. I hoped we would hear about the case today; the lawyers had interviewed everyone, and all we could do was wait for the phone call. Having fallen asleep wrapped around each other, I woke again to a cold and empty bed. Pulling on my robe, I made my way downstairs, checking the garden first this time. Sure enough he was there, dressed, empty cup in hand, staring at the sky as the first tendrils of colour flowed over the horizon.

“This is starting to become a habit.”

His head dropped for a moment before he half turned and looked at me over his shoulder.

“I figured it was better to get up then lie there and fret. Foolish, I know.”

“It’s so early – come back to bed.”

His response was to hold out his hand to me; I grasped it and he pulled me to him until his arm could coil around my waist. I marvelled at the quiet, no traffic, no voices, only birdsong piercing the silence.

We had the world to ourselves and the sun rose just for us.

Everything else could wait until after sunrise. Including speaking to my mother.

~xxXxx~

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

KellanCougar uncut!

http://myvampfiction.com/2011/10/the-many-worlds-of-the-fandom-with-kellan-cougar/

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Sunday, 2 October 2011

The Carnival

SLASH BACKSLASH 3.0

Pairing: Edward/Carlisle

Rating, Disclaimer and appropriate warnings: M, slash, lemons. all characters created and owned by Stephenie Meyer.

Summary: Two men, one road trip and a wedding. On the way to their wedding, Edward reminisces over his life with Carlisle.

~xxXxx~

EPOV

“You look gorgeous.”

The words that slipped out unbidden weren’t nearly sufficient to describe my handsome fiancé. Finally, in a couple of short hours, and after meticulous planning, Carlisle Cullen would be my husband.

He smiled in the mirror as he adjusted his collar. When he was finally happy with the overall effect, he turned to pick up his keys, steadying himself with a calming breath before turning for the door.

“Let’s go.”

I followed him out to the car, blissfully happy. Carlisle and I didn’t care that tradition dictated that we spend our finally night as single men apart. We were also blindly oblivious to the tutting of our guests when we announced we would be travelling to the service together. We were too in love to be parted and too happy about our upcoming nuptials to care about outdated traditions.

Soon we were gliding along the quiet roads, Carlisle uncharacteristically quiet. No fun. I guessed he was nervous, which surprised me somewhat. Considering the amount of time he spent speaking in court, I would have expected him to be the calm one and me the nervous wreck, but no – I was fizzing with anticipation.

He hadn’t shared his secret plans about after the wedding, and I wondered if we were staying in a hotel tonight before leaving for our honeymoon in a couple of days’ time. He was deliberately keeping quiet and so naturally I was curious, which was the whole idea I guessed. I hadn’t thought to check the trunk to see if he’d packed overnight bags, but if I had he would have distracted me so I didn’t notice what he was up to. Perhaps we were spending our first night as married men at home. I certainly wouldn’t mind that.

Having said that, if we were going back home tonight I hadn’t seen anything left out for me to find; I knew that Carlisle would have bought me a card or flowers as he was so romantic like that. I adored him for it, but I couldn’t deny that I was desperate to get to the wedding present itself; the kind of present best served naked. I looked over at him and grinned. I was so looking forward to fucking my new husband!

Thoughts about after the ceremony were making me hungry for a preview. I wondered if I could coerce him into a little extracurricular activity on the drive to pass the time more pleasurably; it wasn’t as if either of us were blushing virgins, after all.

I smirked, holding in my laugh as I remembered the last time I had surprised him on a road trip...

~xxXxx~

We’d been on the road to the airport for a couple of hours and, as usual, I was getting fidgety.

“Can’t we stop for a few minutes?” I turned to him with a pitiful expression. He squeezed my hand, laughing, knowing me all too well.

“Sweetheart, we don’t want to be late for check-in. The flight leaves at four.”

I groaned, knowing full well that he had factored in extra time for emergencies, and, damn it, to me this was an emergency. I hated long journeys when all there was to do was talk and sing badly to the radio to pass the time. Of course, our talks were always punctuated with touches and gazes, making me crave so much more like I did right now. Of course I knew that distracting him in the car wasn’t a good idea, but, would it be so bad to try? Let’s face it, if he wasn’t going to pull over then I needed to make my own entertainment, and I was betting that Carlisle wouldn’t object – how could he?

Stretching ostentatiously, I ran my fingers over the nape of his neck, teasing the short, shaved hairs at the base, and he moved his head slightly to discourage me.

Nuh-uh. You’re not gonna stop me.

Turning in my seat, I rested my splayed hand proprietarily on his thigh, letting the heat from my palm soak through the thin material. He shifted a little in his seat but made no immediate move to stop me. It was only as my hand slid infinitesimally higher that he made a move to halt its advance, catching my hand as it neared my area of intent. I let it rest there for a moment, covered by his warm grasp, and winked at him, squeezing gently. When he relaxed his hold, I found the welcoming heat at the juncture of his thighs and groin and pressed into it. Against his will, his thighs parted a fraction and I knew then that I had almost won. The backs of my fingers glanced against his sleeping length and I felt it start to awaken and show interest in my activities.

“Edward, I’m trying to concentrate...”

“Multitask; you’re an intelligent man, why else would I be so attracted to you?” Unclipping my seatbelt, I leaned over and kissed his neck, my nose against his ear, making him shiver. “Of course, you being sexy as all hell could be another reason...” I could see goosebumps flare across his skin, a sigh escaping as I pressed an open-mouthed kiss under his jaw.

Almost there.

As I breathed hotly on his soft neck, my fingers found his now very eager erection and traced its swollen shape through the fabric. His voice was becoming decidedly uneven.

“Edward, I don’t want to make a mess of these pants. Everything else is packed.”

I chuckled to myself. “I know; I’ve thought of that.” As my fingers continued to tease him, he groaned, sinking lower in his seat and trying hard to focus on driving although I felt the car slow considerably.

“This is insane.”

My hand opened his fly.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked innocently, my hand easing his hardened length into the open air even as I spoke.

He hesitated, his breath catching, and I had my answer. Leaning over his lap, I engulfed him in wet heat. I felt him twitch strongly, swelling still further as I lavished attention on his stiffened flesh, tasting the moisture gathering at the tip. When my tongue swirled around and focused on his frenulum, his restraint buckled and his hand left the wheel to tangle in my hair in silent encouragement. I felt the car swerve violently and veer off the road, bumping over grass until we drew to a stop away from the traffic. As he killed the engine, he pushed back his seat allowing me more room to feast on his straining cock.

In no time at all, thrusting up into my mouth, he came with a harsh cry and pumped jets of come into my throat. I made sure that not a drop was spilled...

~xxXxx~

Hmmm. Fun as that escapade had been, I wasn’t about to try it again and risk us crashing the car. Besides – Carlisle had already read my mind.

“No more ending up in fields.” He shook his head.

I grinned. There was always the back seat to seduce him in. Mind you, a blanket laid out on the asphalt sounded good to me if it meant I got to be naked with my husband-to-be.

Attempting to drag my mind out of its happy place, I turned to Carlisle.

“Hey; did you talk to my mother about the flowers for the ceremony? If you didn’t rein her in she’s likely to have had the entire Netherlands flower harvest flown in. She’s just a little bit excited about today. And, sadly, she listens to you more than she does me. I swear, you’ve her favourite son now, Mr hotshot lawyer! I’m just a humble schoolteacher over shadowed by your greatness!” I chuckled loudly. It was a standing joke that my mother was as proud of Carlisle as she was of me and told anyone who would listen about her ‘two sons’.

His smile crinkled his eyes, making him even more devastatingly handsome.

“I’ve talked to your mother and the flowers will be beautiful; exactly what you wanted. They’re not formal, stuffy designs either, just loose arrangements. I know your taste better than anyone, and you are going to love them, I promise.”

I relaxed then. “Thank you, love. You can calm her down better than I can. When I start talking to her about the wedding she starts squealing and hugging the breath out of me. She’s out of control. But don’t forget it’s our day today, just us, and you make me so happy. That suit just looks incredible on you. I could eat you up.”

Hello gutter, my old friend.

He checked his collar in the mirror as he drove and my heart swelled with love for him. It was rare for the cool, calm, and collected Carlisle to be nervous, and this one chink of weakness was both disarming and so reassuring. I could honestly say I wasn’t nervous at all – I wanted to be his husband more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Our honeymoon was going to be amazing; the tickets for Antigua had been booked three months ago after we had pored over the brochures, discussing the merits of the top two hotels. We settled for the honeymoon suite that overlooked the ocean, not that we intended to spend much time admiring the view – hell, it was our honeymoon, after all!

This would only be our second holiday together, our first having been that one short jaunt to London for a few days. We had loved it there and were seriously considering buying ourselves a permanent residence if things worked out. Carlisle had a big case coming up, and the earnings for the firm would be significant, not to mention Carlisle’s own bonus if he won. Everything hinged on that case, and so we waited.

It was on that trip to London, in an empty capsule on the London Eye, that Carlisle proposed. I never thought I could be so happy; I accepted joyfully and the moment was immortalised when we discovered the souvenir photo snapped by the Eye camera had caught us kissing. We bought several copies of that, one of which hung on our bedroom wall as lasting reminder of that magical day. And now we were to be married, our happiness cemented in front of our closest friends and family. We were having two best men, Jasper and Emmett. Jasper was my friend since childhood, and we had been through a lot together; when I came out he was strong and supportive and never judged me. Emmett was Carlisle’s gym coach, the dedicated personal trainer who kept my man in shape for me; he was a great friend to both of us and so excited to be asked to do this for us. His wife, Rose, was highly amused by his reaction to his first best man gig, thinking he’d be worried, especially as we expected a speech from him. But, rather than being fazed by this, he had thrown himself into it, just like he did everything else. Everything was 100% for Emmett – anything less was simply unacceptable.

We had Emmett to thank for us being here now. Walking into the bar to meet him one night after a particularly rough day, I saw him standing with another guy who turned out to be some lawyer client of his. Emmett and he were drinking some health juice concoction that the bar served especially for the gym crowd. Emmett ordered one for me; when it arrived it looked vile and smelled worse. It had barely touched my tongue when I pulled a face, sliding the glass across the bar with a grimace.

“Hell, Emmett, if coming back to the gym means I have to drink that, then I quit here and now.” Motioning to the barman, I ordered a beer. Turning to the blond guy, I held out my hand.

“Hi, I’m Edward.” He had a firm grip.

“Carlisle. Good to meet you. Emmett talks about you.”

He held my gaze a fraction too long, and I felt my pulse race. Turning to Emmett, he uttered the line that endeared him to me immediately.

“Emmett, this tastes like ass and I should know. I need a beer, man.” As Carlisle turned around to order, Emmett started to laugh, looking at me and raising an eyebrow. Was he trying to set me up?

When our beers arrived we started to talk, and when Emmett excused himself and headed for the bathroom we hardly noticed him leave. After half an hour had passed we realised he had left the bar. Subtle, Emmett.

It was around our third or fourth beer that we realised we had talked for nearly three hours. It felt like three minutes. We were talking and laughing like old friends, and the more we drank the braver we got. Our hands brushed more and more often, gaps in conversion were filled with pregnant pauses and meaningful gazes.

Our last beers drained, I regretfully stood up to leave, meaning to get his number. He stayed seated and grasped my hand.

“Are you coming home with me?” His thumb rubbed my wrist. I nodded dumbly, and that was that.

Our first night together was a revelation. Thanks to his long hours in the gym Carlisle was certainly fit; that night the bed took a hammering, as did his bedroom wall. And it just got better and better.

Remembering that night now, the smile crept over my face and stayed there, just adding to my happiness. I don’t know how I got so lucky.

Before the ceremony itself, we were stopping off to take flowers to Carlisle’s mother. Having lost her before we met, I knew how wonderful it had been for him that my mother took him under her wing. The age gap didn’t matter; the fact that he was a man didn’t matter. My mother welcomed him into the Masen home and made him family. Carlisle adored her, as did I.

I looked up from my daydream.

“Don’t forget to take the next left.” I reached over to signal before he stopped me.

“Next left. I remember, sweetheart.” He signalled, taking the turning. I chuckled. The time he had missed that tiny road sign, we had gone almost 10 miles out of our way before we both realised our mistake.

The views grew more scenic as we left the main roads behind and headed out into the countryside. I was so looking forward to seeing my old friends and the few surviving members of my family. As I turned my head I spied Carlisle’s suit jacket hung behind his seat and I smiled, knowing how handsome he looked in it. The colour set off his blue eyes to perfection; tucked into the top pocket were our matching rings, each engraved across the outside with the other’s name so the world would know who we belonged to. It had been Carlisle’s idea, suggesting almost shyly that he wanted my name on his hand for everyone to see. I loved the idea, and so the engraver did as we asked, somewhat surprised that the names weren’t on the inside. Did I mention we were anything but traditional?

Pulling up alongside the kerb, Carlisle switched off the engine and reached for his jacket and the flowers. I followed, grateful to be able to stretch my legs whilst Carlisle went to speak to his beloved mother. I didn’t like to intrude on his moment and so I took myself off for a stroll. I was starting to feel a prickle of nerves alongside the anticipation and I smiled to myself as I adjusted my collar and straightened my pants. Not long now and then the festivities could begin!

Lost in my own thoughts, I heard soft footsteps approaching and then the quiet voice I loved so much was just behind me.

“I can’t go through with this.” My world spun as I turned in confusion to face him. His hand was raking his hair, and he shook his head as if in denial.

“What? What do you mean you can’t do through with it? I love you. And I know you love me. Carlisle, please, think about what you’re saying.” My voice choked off as the man I adored broke my heart, unable to meet my eyes while he did so.

His voice was cracked when he forced himself to speak.

“You and I – we – I just can’t... I can’t...”

Hearing my Carlisle stumble ineloquently over his words brought tears to my eyes, and I breathed deeply before asking the question I dreaded most.

“Is there someone else? Carlisle? Are you leaving me for another man on our wedding day?

He shook his head vehemently and I felt a stabbing pain in my heart when I saw his eyes shine with tears.

“There’s no one else for me, Edward. You’re all I ever wanted. I know now that life is hard and cruel, but never pointless. It led me to you, and one day when the time is right it will lead me back to you.”

“Then I don’t understand. Are you moving to London without me? Is it work? We’re a team, we belong together – for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health – I’m ready to make that commitment today. I’ve been ready since the moment you asked me. I love you completely. Isn’t that enough anymore?”

I tried to make him look at me, certain that if our eyes met he would falter. But, as I gazed at him beseechingly, he simply turned and walked away, leaving me devastated and alone.

What the hell just happened? What isn’t he telling me? Is he ill? Oh god, no, please don’t let him be sick. Even if he is, he knows I would still be there for him. He and I are soul mates; I read his vows and he used those very words.

No. No. I shook my head decisively. He can’t just drop the bomb like that and walk away. Whatever it is, we can fix it; I am marrying him today, no matter what.

I set off in pursuit. He had a head start, but I was determined; I needed answers for this sudden change of heart. I caught up with him and was just about to speak when I heard the sound of voices close by. Everything stopped as I looked around me.

My family.

My friends.

The flowers.

The stillness.

I saw then what I’d been too blind to see before.

Carlisle placing a red rose on the polished casket before him, his hand trembling as tears fell unchecked down his stricken face.

I saw the glint of gold on his wedding finger. As he kissed the band bearing my name, I heard his solemn vow to me:

“Today, on the day we were meant to be joined together forever, I am proclaiming to the world that you are my husband and I am forever yours. Sleep well, my love.”

Shaking with grief, he stumbled and almost fell. My mother was quickly at his side and folding him into her embrace, they wept together, her own tears wetting his hair as he clung to her.

I looked around at my friends and family, and finally back at the man that I loved with all my heart.

And across the stillness came the soft strains of a song:

Say goodbye, my own true lover,

as we sing our lover's song.

How it breaks my heart to leave you;

now the carnival is gone.

I fell to my knees, silently screaming his name over and over, praying that someone, anyone, would tell me this wasn’t true, but no one even looked my way. In front of my eyes the man I loved, the man with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life, fell apart and, try as I might, I could offer him no comfort in his time of grief.

Instead, I memorised his face, every beloved feature; and as the world around me faded away, the song quietly played out.

Now the harbour light is calling;

this will be our last goodbye.

Though the carnival is over,

I will love you till I die.

~xxXxx~


Author's note: Loosely based on the line from the Sixth Sense: “Some people don’t know they’re dead. They only see what they want to see.”

If anyone struggles to understand this story, what I suggest is to read just Carlisle's lines and not Edward's; all will become clear as you see a lonely, grieving man struggling to say goodbye to his love.

The song is called 'The Carnival is Over', by the New Seekers. It never fails to make me cry. www.youtube.com/watch?v=nze8B39OB0k

For more information on Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome, visit the SADS website: www.sads.org.uk