Heat of the Moment

A/N: Happy Birthday, PolkaDotMama! We hope you have a wonderful day.

As ever, we do not own Twilight - it owns us.

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Warm

Sprawled in the grass, I watch the heat rising in waves from the blacktop. I can’t make myself move, so I just stay here, soaking up the sun while sweat pours down my face. I half-doze, the warmth lulling me to sleep until a shadow crosses my eyelids.

“Nice,” a voice murmurs.

I squint up, grinning when I catch sight of Edward’s messy auburn hair. “Hey… what are you doing here?”

He drops to the ground beside me, sitting Indian-style. “It’s baking out here,” he complains. “Thought I’d buy you a snow cone.”

“Big spender,” I tease, bumping his shoulder.


Leave

He chuckles, bumping my shoulder right back. “Anything for you, Seth. Sky's the limit... as long as it's no more than two bucks.”

Throwing my head back, I laugh. That's my Edward.

Patting his thigh, I grin. “Alright, sugardaddy, take me shopping.”

He smirks, getting to his feet. He holds his hand out to help me up but pulls me harder than I expect so I land in his arms. He wiggles his eyebrows and kisses me before letting me go.

I stare at him, slightly dazed as I touch my lips with my fingertips.

Edward blushes, taking my hand.


Surprised

I feel a little exposed, walking down the street that way, but I don’t pull my hand from his. It feels too good.

Still, I take a deep breath, steeling myself. When I came out last year, it was bad enough – and that was in the abstract. Facing the world with a boyfriend is something completely different.

When I look at his auburn curls and that one little dimple, though, I just go stupid. I couldn’t hurt him for anything.

What catches me off guard is that he’s always been just as shy about being affectionate in public.

Not anymore.


Hum

Edward hums softy to himself as we stroll down the promenade, a shy smile on his lips as he squeezes my hand.

Stopping in front of the snow cone cart, he pulls his wallet out with a flair and winks at me before ordering one for each of us; lime for him, and cherry-flavored for me.

The woman serving us our cones has a bemused smile on her face as she hands them to us. “Hope you get some sugar from your boyfriend for being so sweet,” she teases him.

Both Edward and I blush as he stutters his thanks.


Solemn

We walk side-by-side in silence, automatically heading to the bridge. The ice freezes my lips, melting to drip over my hand, and I can’t help but smile at the sweet taste.

Edward’s lost in thought, eating his snow cone mechanically. I sigh. Whatever courage he had this morning seems to have disappeared, probably because of the lady’s teasing.

When we get to the old, unused bridge, I sit in my favorite place, sprawling my legs out in front of me. Edward stands, leaning with his elbows on the railing.

I bump his knee with my elbow. “Hey. Talk to me.”


Normal

“Hmm?” He blinks and looks down at me as if he was just a million miles away. He gives me a half-smile. “Oh, nothing. I just...”

He shrugs, gazing out over the bridge again as he continues.

“We're gonna be going back to school soon... I guess I just wanted to...” he pauses, frowning as he turns his eyes to me again. “I don't want to hide anymore, Seth. I wanna show them that... that I love you. I want to be able to do what everyone else does, you know? Go dancing, hold hands, kiss whenever.”

He shrugs again.  


Agree

“I like the sound of that,” I answer.

“Yeah?” he says, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, definitely.” We smile at each other before I add, “Only… no dancing. Two left feet.”

He looks at me skeptically. “Bullshit. I’ve seen you run track, and you’re amazing on the basketball court.”

I grin. “Yeah, but turn music on and… watch out. Drunken flamingo on the loose.”

He barks out a laugh and leans down, kissing me softly. When he starts to pull away, I catch him, pulling him closer.

When we part, I playfully say, “I’ll make out with you under the bleachers, though.”


Groan

Edward closes his eyes, groaning. “Se-eth! No fair...”

Chuckling, I kiss him again, brushing the backs of my fingers along his cheek. “Sorry, sweetheart,” I murmur, though I'm not, really.

Unless you count being sorry we're not somewhere more private right now.

As it is, there isn't much I’d do here. It's one thing to want to be out and proud, but another thing entirely to molest my boyfriend for all to see.

I grin as an idea forms. “Hey, babe? Want to go to my place and hang out in Claire's playhouse? She won’t be home for two days...”


Glint

His eyes glimmer as he watches me. "Yes," he says immediately – no questions, no reservations.

I grin up at him, and he kisses me once more before pulling me to my feet.

As we start walking, I take his hand. "You really want everyone to know you're with me?"

"Of course," he answers. "Seth... I know it won't be as easy for us as for other people, but... I want this with you. I'm not going to spend my life hiding. You know?"

"Yeah... I do." I elbow him, grinning. "So where're you taking me for our first real date?"


Tease

His eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing in thought. "Not sure. Will have to think on that," he muses.

I pout. "Oh, come on. You’ve never thought about that?"

I know I have dreamed of where to go, all the things we could do. Some more romantic, like taking him on a picnic. Others just for fun, like playing lasertag, and everything in between.

We've never really talked about this before, though, so I have no idea on how he feels on the subject.

He grins, casting me a sideways look.  "I didn't say that, did I?"

I huff.


Race

He laughs, squeezing my hand as we turn onto my street. I stop in my tracks, and he’s forced to turn around and look at me.

“You okay?”

I nod. “Was just thinking… I don’t want to hide anymore, but…” He raises an eyebrow, and I lean close to whisper, “Well, if we want to… ahh… have any fun in the playhouse, we can’t exactly go strolling up there together. Ya know?”

He snorts. “True…” He gives me a speculative look and drops my hand. “Race ya!”

Before I can respond, he’s taken off, ducking through the alley. I laugh.


Sweat

It takes me two seconds before I'm off running, too.

I skip through a neighbor's yard to catch up, jumping their fence to land a few feet from my destination – well out of sight from my house.

Seconds later, Edward's there, too, panting and resting his hands on his knees.  

Glancing at me, he chuckles. "Damn, thought for sure I'd beat you this time..."

Grinning, I shake my head. "Not a chance."

Pulling him inside, I press him against the door, kissing him hungrily. We're both sweaty, but I don't really care as I slip my hands under his shirt.


Alone

We’re both winded from our run, but we don’t take the time to catch our breath. Our pants seem loud in the dim playhouse, the wooden walls doing nothing to muffle them. The thrill of possibly getting caught adds some excitement even though I would die if it ever actually happened.

It’s unlikely, though, since my mom’s at work and my dad’s working in his shop in the garage.

Edward’s arms lift easily as I pull his shirt over his head. He gets rid of mine, and then his hot hands are on my sides.

“Seth…” he whispers, kissing me.


Tempt

We haven't done much yet, besides making out and some heavy-duty, over-the-clothes petting, and maybe a quick hand-job or two, since we're rarely ever truly alone.

But we are alone now.

Continuing to kiss him, I slowly trail my fingers down until they reach his waist. I only pause for a second before popping his button and lowering his zipper, causing Edward to gasp, “Seth-”

“Please?” I whisper against his lips, my eyes searching his. “Want to...” I know it's not playing fair, but I slip my fingers into his briefs, stroking his cock as I ask again. “Please, baby?”


Bare

His eyes are wide open as he studies my face. When I tease his balls with my fingertips, he groans. “Oh, fuck… god, please, Seth…”

He doesn’t say anything else, but I take that as permission enough. I kiss him hard and then push down his briefs as I drop to my knees, making him hiss.

“Oh my god!” he whispers. “Is that what you-”

His words cut off suddenly as I tentatively lick his head. He leans back against the wall, his hands spread out like they’re trying to grab something.

Breathing deeply, I take him between my lips.


New

I'm not sure what I'm doing, since I've never been able to sneak online to watch porn. My parents are way too strict for me to even attempt it. I sure as hell have never tried this before – either giving or getting one – but I hope it's good for Edward anyway.

Grasping the base of his cock to hold it steady, I try to take more of him. My lips stutter over his length, pulling uncomfortably.

Frowning, I pull away, trying to figure out how to make him feel good – though, judging from his heavy breathing, it won't take much.


Lick

“I think…” Edward whispers. When I glance up at him, his cheeks are flushed. “I… ahh… umm… spit.”

His face flames then, and I realize it’s partially from embarrassment as well as arousal. His advice sounds good, though – considering what we’ve done with our hands.

I pull away, spitting in my hand, but before I wrap my fingers around his base again, I lick all over his cock, messy and wet. His fist hits the wall as he groans, “Oh, fuck!”

Grinning to myself, I take his cock between my lips again, relishing every moan and whimper.

“You… goddamn… amazing…”


Suck

Bobbing my head, I suck hard – accidentally, the first time, but at Edward's, “Holy shit... fuck! Oh-” I make a point of repeating the gesture.

I gag but manage to quell the urge quickly, only faltering once before being able to resume.

Edward's fingers weave through my hair, tugging. When I raise my eyes to his, he's looking almost frantic, trying to form words that don't seem to want to come.

Sucking him down as far as I can, he lets out a strangled cry as my mouth suddenly floods with something tangy and salty and the consistency of tapioca.


Panic

I gag as I pull away, slapping my hand over my mouth. As I'm looking for somewhere safe to spit it out, I swallow reflexively.

Oh, god...

I shudder as I turn back around, trying to compose myself. Despite the surprise, I'm feeling pretty damn proud of myself, but I want to make sure Edward really liked it.

He's standing just where I left him, slumped against the wall with his eyes closed and a huge smile on his face.

"Holy fuck, Seth," he whispers.

He reaches for me blindly and wraps his arms around me when I step close.


Worth

Edward nuzzles his face into my neck, placing soft kisses there and humming contentedly. We stand like that as he comes down from his high.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my pulse point before pulling away to look at me, his eyes shining bright and his cheeks still flushed a beautiful crimson. “That was... amazing. You're amazing. I love you, Seth.”

Unable to contain my grin, I kiss him chastely, not sure about how I'd taste after having swallowed. I shudder at the remembered taste, but seeing the look on his face almost makes it worth it.


Timing

Despite my reluctance, Edward’s lips part mine. He moans softly as our tongues brush, and I forget all about bad tastes as his hands grasp my hips. He pops the button on my shorts and slips his hand inside. I groan when his fingertips brush my aching head and-

Edward’s phone rings in his pocket.

“Fuck!” he curses, fumbling for it. When he finally gets it to his ear, he sounds breathless. “Hello?”

He listens for a minute, his hand tightening on my hip as he shakes his head in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, alright. I’ll be there soon.”


Debate

He hangs up, muttering, “Damn it.”

I cup his cheek, trying not to show how much I want to finish what we started. We can't, though.

“It's okay, baby. You should go.”

He scowls. “No, it's not okay, Seth,” he says, his fingers trailing along my cock. “I want to make you feel good, too. Mom can wait-”

I swallow hard, shaking my head at him as I croak out, “No, n-no... please, Ed, I don't want you to get into trouble.”

He squeezes me. “Don't care, Seth... I want to… you know.”

“Fuck,” I breathe. “You don't play fair.”


Final

Trying not to whimper, I pull his hand away and silence his argument with a kiss.

When we part, I whisper, “Edward. Go, please. I don’t want your mom mad at me, either.”

“She doesn’t know where I am,” he argues.

I raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m sure she can’t figure it out.”

He glowers. “I don’t want to leave you… ahh… hard up.”
                       
I smirk. “I’ll be alright… and you can make it up to me later.”

“Fine, fine,” he gives in.

I chuckle as he whispers he loves me and disappears out the door. “I love you, too.”