March, 1921.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

I imagine I am very politely driving Edward insane.

My eyes are still different; the minimal interaction I have had with others has been curtailed and stiff. I do a lot of writing and hunting now, and feel more...inhuman, than I have in some time.

Edward does what he can. I am grateful to him here, now, always. We are in Minnesota for no reason I can adequately discern - but it is somewhere different, Edward says, and I did promise him travel. He has a wandering soul sometimes. This may be good for him - I am unsure.

Regardless, I am here in the apartment we have rent by week and Edward is elsewhere.

I am bored.

- C.C.

Carlisle to all comers would appear asleep - sprawled across a low couch belly-down and eyes shut.

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[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Carlisle just groans lightly in response, inflection lifting as if to ask a question if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward considered tossing the pillow at Carlisle's head for the sound, except then the thought was lost against his tongue.

He settled for just letting his upper body fall toward the back of the couch while he continued to shudder, moving with the rhythm of Carlisle's mouth.

Fuck patience. God. Fuck thinking.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

For once, Carlisle is able to clear his mind of anything but this and him and maybe Edward taught him how. Taught him the need of it.

Carlisle starts to hum for effect here, seeing what pushes the man under and in him just a little further til he can watch Edward crack in half.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Fingers scrabbled from the furniture cloth, down his legs, almost to reach out for the head of golden hair attached to the cheeks which brushed his skin so consistently, then back up, to end with clutching part of his own upper legs.

Silence radiating from him even when his fingers were clenched, shaking, vices, and his teeth buried against his bottom lip, with his head pressing into the cushion when his hips began to claim a rhythm all their own.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Carlisle just wants to taste him.

Take him in.

you can touch me Edward

He doesn't get why Edward isn't.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Holding back, trying to remain, to give without demanding for days that don't pause without sleep or anything schedule to break them apart, turning into weeks, then months, still waiting, still trying, clings.

Even on some tentative level.
Snapping, like taut bindings, at the words.
Fingers for the briefest second digging deeper into his skin.
Before a millisecond later they are where they had almost been.

Twinning into soft golden hair, threading, and gripping hard, with a hiss. As much giving in as trying to hold back from crossing a line between want and violence, that already just as present in his head after the last event as well.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Thank you

It's wildly applicable.

And Carlisle's happy.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Which is only adding to the storm in his head.

Which will never be quiet, never be curtailed or fade out, but he can almost fall under it. The sensation of Carlisle. The burst of happiness the causes him to tighten his fingers into fists, even with the hair still clutched and to tremor as control began to give way.

Just. Just. A little more. Further. Harder. Something. Anything. For the depth of what might be pleading in his head, all that left his lips was,

"Carlisle."

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Still kneeling in front of him:

"I should have done that sooner."

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward released his grip on the head between his legs somewhere in the middle of up and over and momentary oblivion. On one hand there's knowing he's close and almost feeling it's not close enough.

But all he manages is is a mumble that isn't disagreeing.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Carlisle whuffs a laugh against Edward's thigh.

"You are too perfect like this."

[iwouldfollowyou]

Carlisle gets jostled by the leg he's leaning against. The hrmp sound would be even passingly more believable if it wasn't fuzzy. Edward did at least open his eyes and settle them back on Carlisle.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Gold eyes and a smile is all Edward gets when he looks down.

[iwouldfollowyou]

It takes the passing of almost a full second.

But Edward picked up his hand and brushed his fingers tips along Carlisle's temple toward the edge of that smile. That he had missed.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Carlisle slowly but surely comes back to himself.

He doesn't want to, but he does.

Carlisle thinks vaguely of hunting, or staying undressed in the apartment all day.

[iwouldfollowyou]

He let his hand stop, watching Carlisle.

It was Carlisle saw this all differently, if Edward had found reason to relish that apparent difference. The last of his clothing strewn unlike the perfectly folded beginning pieces. A success regardless.

"We can."

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Laughing then, "Which option?"

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward smiled ruefully bright, and shifted position sitting up slightly more. "Yes."