AU so very AU

[themidnightson]

It wasn't the best day--

He'd been bothered by the nearness of pretty much every single person who'd gotten within a four foot radius of him. He'd actually caught a boy's wrist in his fingers, nearly snapped it in his haste, when he'd reached over to point at part of his anatomy notes,  distracted by the pulse that shuttered and roared under his thumb, wanting to feel the wild beat of it against his lips. Before he'd had to suddenly get himself out of that room. He hadn't even listened to the teacher remonstrating his back as he ran away as slowly as possible without ruining his well constructed life of lies.

In another class he'd gotten a perfect test back, again, but he was conflicted on whether he deserved it. It was all but impossible to sit in a room full of peers taking the same test and no over hear their every little diatribatic thought about the questions and the answers to the questions. To pick out the calmest minds instead of the panicked ones, who were easier to stand, but also inevitably were focused or gleeful about having the correct answer each time.

-- so when Edward threw the door open and was greeted with the sight of a studio vertical piano it wasn't hard to just stare irritably.

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[ofthefamily]

His hips buck upward immediately into Edward's fist and Carlisle curses low and hungrily at him, "Non mi rompere le palle, Edoardo, scopami -- " but Carlisle remembers that his hands are not what is bound here so if he can just guide Edward down --

[themidnightson]

Even as he's shifting, allowing without stopping to commit to following suggestion in words or action, Edward's words are hard against Carlisle's lips, "And if I want to break you?"

[ofthefamily]

You already are.

Carlisle leans in. "Then do it already."

[themidnightson]

Edward jerked the wire at the thought on pure reaction even as he freed his lower hand to hitch up one of Carlisle's legs to maneuver his own positioning to under instead of over. The hand shifting just as quickly to pulling Carlisle even closer, up across his thighs, by the curve of one hip demandingly to line up.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle can't make up his damn mind; for a second he hopes he's giving Edward a headache with the different wants going through his head. The images split him in two -- Edward with his mouth on him and Carlisle's hands through his hair to force him downward

Edward inside him

Being inside Edward oh my God

Carlisle is nearly to orgasm just thinking about it, being led by Edward and the wire.

[themidnightson]

"Don't," Edward's voice is a sudden flash of sound, as he finally situates with his hand. But he doesn't wait for a response to his order, arching his hips up

pushing in

The roar of sensation drowning out his reasons, as he eyes focused on the stretch of skin, lain out prostrate at his will. The perfect skin and the faint scars. A snarl catching in his throat at one of the ones which was not his,

causing his hand to tighten on Carlisle's hip

but the touch to bring him back to the sensation

to arching up harder while holding Carlisle's hips downward.

[ofthefamily]

"I told you they weren't brothers" one of the neighbor's voices smugly intrudes in Carlisle's head when he shouts again. He thinks for a second of hitching himself up on his elbows to kiss Edward but he can't even keep his eyes open.

What if I want to break you?

Carlisle's hands lock against Edward's ribs for lack of anywhere else to go just to hold on and feel Edward splitting him down the middle --

Then do it already oh my God Edward

[themidnightson]

All around him and inside of him, not silencing but distancing everything else, is Carlisle. The weight of his body, his hands, his thoughts, his reactions with the sound of each impact.

He should be thinking of that -- the noise he's carelessly making in a place where too many people will hear the rapid collisions of unbreakable skin against unbreakable skin -- but he doesn't care about

anything

anyone

else

when the dizzying sensation comes every time he thrusts up. He can only hold on to the thoughts that want to move faster, further, higher into this feeling, into Carlisle in every way.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle comes at the apex of a thrust from Edward and he is inordinately impressed with himself when he only allows a strangled "oh my holy fuck" to escape his lips instead of the vibrant groan that colors his thoughts.







I shouldn't curse like that. I might set a bad example on your impressionable mind.

[themidnightson]

"Because no one hears it if you don't say it," Edward said, smug at the streak of thoughts more than the words that escaped -- even through the expression which caused him then to bite down on his bottom lip and close his eyes briefly, a shudder wracking his body as he groaned, tightening his hands as he moved faster, stopping holding back.

[ofthefamily]

Momentarily spent, Carlisle lets Edward come before he speaks.

Please tell me I don't have to go buy another piano for me to have you again like this.

Carlisle shifts to let Edward come down to his side, sated and smiling.

[themidnightson]

Edward isn't tired, because he they can't be.

His hand once clenching on Carlisle's hip rose and stroked a line down the thigh resting over his contemplating the possibilities inherent in that, in all of this because of that, in ignoring for this convenient second the invitation to come down again.

He shifted off his knees, and out from under his legs, but stayed half sitting. Leaning down he placing a short line of kisses against Carlisle's hip bone, a murmur of surprise and smugness mixed in the whisper against his skin.

"You'd do it, too, if I said yes."

[ofthefamily]

"Without question."

[themidnightson]

Edward chuckled, lips brushing the last time in that movement, more than an actual press, then he turned his head so his cheek rested there. His face unrepentantly glowing.

"Second best use of a piano?"

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle laughs, rearranging himself to meet face-to-face with Edward, kissing his mouth calmly through his own smile.

The piano wire is still around Carlisle's neck.