A/N: so here it is the first instalment of the MDLS sequel, enjoy and please tell me what yu think constructive criticism is welcome.

Chapter I — Loverboy

Edward POV

Letting myself into the flat, I brought the shopping through to the kitchen and putting them onto the counter top before taking off my jacket and scarf it was now December and although already quite cold it had started to rain on the way back.

"Jake? Jake come help me with the shopping" he should have been back from work around now, right as usual he came out of the bedroom, his shoes were off and his shirt was half unbuttoned. Smiling at me and walking towards me, he snagged the tin of beans I had been holding and put them down on the counter top before taking my face in his hands and giving me a long hard kiss.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but what was that for?"

"Can't I kiss my boyfriend without having a hidden agenda?"

"You can, but I know it's only because you want something so go on. What is it?" he opened the fridge and put away the vegetables, before turning round and sighing.

"How do you do that?" walking over to me he pressed his chest against mine, kissing my cheek.

"I've know you for long enough, so what is it and is it going to cost me a lot of money?"

"Can we get a dog?" he blurted out, I wrinkled my nose.

"I hate dogs" his mouth fell open like I said I'd rather boil one alive.

"How can you hate dogs?" I shrugged then put my arms on his shoulders.

"I'm more of a cat person" he rolled his eyes.

"Of course, sometimes I wonder with us being such opposites, how we even get along"

"We have our days...a dog really?" he nodded. "Can't we just get goldfish, fish are easy to look after and you don't have to clean up their shit on the carpet"

"They also swim in the same water the pee in, no thanks. Please, can we get a dog? Peter at work has a couple of adorable Jack Russell's, one of which just gave birth and he can't keep all of the puppies"

"Puppies?" he frowned, doing his own puppy dog face as he sighed.

"Fine, fine" I said giving in after only a few seconds. "But it is not sleeping in our bed and I am not doing morning walks" he smiled widely and I sighed, I was so fucking whipped.

"Thank you, you are the best"

"Sure, sure. Let's just put the rest of this away and we'll make dinner" kissing me again, we cleared away the rest of the shopping in relative silence and he smiled at me the whole time, at least he was happy.

Later that evening, as we were relaxing in front of the television my phone rang, Jacob was nearer to it and picking it up glanced at the screen.

"It's your mom" he turned down the volume and took away our empty beer bottles while I took the call, it was his way of giving me a bit of privacy.

"Hi mom"

"Edward, how are you and Jacob sweetie?"

"We're good thanks, what's up you haven't called in a while?"

"There is no easy way to say this, but your father and I are separating" I almost spat out my drink, out of all the people I knew the last ones I expected to split were my parents.

Since permanently moving to London over six months ago to be with Jacob, after breaking off my engagement and telling my family I was gay my mother called every few days as did my brother, but my father refused to talk to me, not that I held it against him. He was set in his ways and I had gotten over the fact that he couldn't accept it and as long as I still had the rest of my family, the pain of my father's rejection would be stifled.

"You're getting divorce?"

"No, it's a trial separation to see if we might be happier apart, that's all"

"Why?"

"Well, to put it frankly Edward your father is a bigot and if he cannot get over his prejudices then he is not the man I fell in love with" she meant me, oh it was because of me.

"Mom, I'm so sorry"

"Edward Anthony Cullen, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know what you are thinking, but as long as you are happy then it doesn't matter to me whom you choose to be with" I missed her, phone calls every couple of weeks wasn't enough I really missed my mother.

"I miss you mom"

"So do I, dear. So I'm coming to London"

"Really, when?"

"In three days' time, I've booked my flight and hotel room already"

"Well, I'm really looking forward to it. Thank you for telling me in advance so I could prepare for your visit" I knew she heard the sarcasm but she choose to ignore it.

"Good, because your brother is coming as well, Rosalie has some sort of family function to attend to and we will spend a week in London" I smiled widely and Jacob sat back down next to me, I leaned my head on his chest and he put his arm round my shoulders.

"That's brilliant mom, well email me the details and we'll pick you up"

"Okay, bye dear"

"Bye mom" hanging up I looked at Jacob, putting my phone down on the arm of the sofa and intertwining my hand with Jacob's.

"So what's going on with Esme?" filling him in on the conversation he raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips together.

"Well, it would be nice to see them, are you sure that they are both okay...you know with..." he motioned to the two of us.

"With us? Remember what I told you, after I broke off the engagement or when Bella did? They were understandably a bit shocked but they got over it soon enough, it was only my dad who couldn't get over it" he started running one of his hand through my hair and it felt pretty good.

"Do you think he will...get over it?"

"I don't think so, he's stubborn it took him ages to forgive me just for not wanting to be a doctor like him and his grandfather and so on. I think the thing he was most disappointed about was the fact that me and Bella wouldn't go on to have loads of little Cullen's. Though I guess he has to put his hopes in Emmett now"

"Don't you ever want to have kids?"

"I never thought about it too much and I never talked about it with Bella, but I don't think so. I work with a load of kids every day and I get them only for a few hours a day, don't get me wrong I love my job I just don't think I could do that all the time"

"I think you would have made a good dad"

"Thanks"

"No I mean it, what about...marriage? Would you ever attempt it again?" I shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe" I smiled and then sat up, turning round and kissing Jacob deeply, nibbling his bottom lip like I knew he loved.

"What's your rush?"

"In two days my mother and brother are visiting and as much as I have missed them, I know we won't get a moment alone for the next week" I slid my hands down his body as he started kissing me back. "I am pretty sure I won't last three days never mind a week, so I am going to make the most of it now"

"Strangely I am okay with that"

"Good" he silenced me with his lips, moving so that I lay on top of him on the sofa I dropped butterfly kisses down the side of his neck. He was already rock hard and moaning deliciously as he thrust his hips upwards, reaching between us I cupped his crotch rubbing his member slowly as his groans grew louder and he fisted my hair.

"Stop, fucking teasing me" he growled out as I released him and went back to kissing him.

"You love it, really" his response was another groan and unintelligible string of words as I undid the zip of his trousers and reached inside his boxers, squeezing him lightly and running my hand up and down the shaft.

"Oh, oh fuck" were the only words of his that I could make out, with my other hand I tugged down the trousers and his boxers and increased my pace as I licked the head of his cock, he threw his head back and let his eyes close as I slowly took him in my mouth.

In a matter of minutes of minutes he was no longer groaning but screaming my name as he reached his high, he smiled at me as I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and sat up. Then grabbing me by the front of my shirt, he pulled me back down and kissed me hard holding me close as our breathing became rapid and my pants became increasingly tight.

"When did you get so good at that?"

"I learnt from the best" smirking he tugged off my shirt and jeans and I got rid of his shirt as well, dipping his head he let his hot tongue circle my nipple teasingly before grazing his teeth again it, making me swear loudly and grip his hair as he continued his assault, his hands wandering lower.

"We should go to the bedroom, there are condoms in there" I whispered in his ear.

"Leave it baby"

"Really?" he nodded and then turned so now I was the one on my back, taking one of my hands he sucked my index finger, hollowing his cheeks and getting my finger coated with saliva before motioning for me to get him ready. Slowly sliding in my finger, he clenched his eyes shut but as he got used to the feeling he relaxed and moved along with my movements. Even as I added another finger he moved his body with my movements, letting my name fall from his lips as I found that sweet spot and hit it with each thrust of my fingers.

Then slowly, slowly as I possibly could I entered him, I was still until he told me I could move then with a grunt and my hands on his bottom I set a pace, his cock slapping my belly with each thrust, so reaching down I gripped his yet again hard cock and matched my movements. After a while we changed positions with him on his knees and me behind him, so I could move faster.

He gripping the side of the couch, as droplets of sweat fell down his gorgeously muscled back reaching round as he fisted himself, my hand went to his pierced nipple and I gently flicked it as I bit the base of his neck, where it joined his neck as I came hard as did he. A sweaty mass of limbs we collapsed onto the sofa, breathing hard with my head on his chest and his arm wrapped round me.

"We should clean up and go to bed" I was the first to speak, kissing the side of his neck and sitting up.

"I guess, so a shower?"

"If by that you mean another round?"

"You are insatiable"

"But you love me"

"I do love you"

"I love you too" oh that never got old saying it and hearing it back in return.

~X~X~X~

"Mr Cullen?" turning round as I was about to shut my classroom door as it was the end of the day, one of my student's parents walked in. She was a fake blond woman in her late twenties, with a few other things that were fake, smiling as she knocked on my door she was dressed smartly in a pant suit but the blouse she wore showed a little too much fake cleavage.

"That's me, how can I help you?"

"Actually, I think I could help you" I looked up from the music book I was putting away with a raised eyebrow.

"What with?"

"I am Jean Roland and I work for King Records I heard you play at the charity show last week"

"It was for a good cause" she smiled and walked towards me taking out a business card and placing it on my desk and sliding it towards me.

"I think you were brilliant and you sang well too, so how about you come to the studio some time and record a demo. Have you ever written any songs?" I had written music but not lyrics, not many anyway it had been a dream I had when I had first started studying music to be a proper musician but I got rid of that notion when I struggled to get a decent job after I graduated.

"A few, nothing major"

"Well, call my assistant and we'll see if we can't sort something out" was this really happening? I was tempted to pinch myself but on the off chance this was real then I would just look odd.

"Thanks, I'll think about it"

"Don't take too long, these opportunities don't come up every day" nodding at her and pocketing the card she smiled then turned and left.

Walking out of the main building and towards the car lot I stopped when I saw Jacob standing by his car, he was leaning against the driver side door his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands in his pockets.

"Hey" seeing me he lit up, smiling widely and waiting for me to approach before hugging me and kissing my cheek.

"Hi Ed"

"What you doing here, I thought you had work?" he went round to the passenger side, opening the door so I could slide in, then going back around and getting in the driver's seat he shut his door before reaching over the gearstick and giving me a soft kiss. Although most of the other teachers knew I was with Jacob, it made some of them uncomfortable so we kept the public displays of affection to a minimum.

"I decided to surprise you, so buckle up I'm taking you to dinner" doing up my seatbelt he pulled out of the space smoothly, driving away from the normal route we took home.

"Where are we going?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?" I rolled my eyes and we fell silent as I reached forwards and switched on the radio as Swedish House Mafia's Save the World was playing. Getting to a set of traffic lights just as the lights went red, the car came to a stop and as we waited for the light to turn green again he reached over the gearstick and took my hand. Smiling but looking straight on he lifted my hand to his lips and gave the back of my hand a soft kiss, letting his lips linger and stretch back into a smile before the lights changed the we were off again he lowered his hand and mine, keeping one hand on the steering wheel until we got to where we were headed.

"Where are we?" he said nothing but got out of the car and tilted his head for me to follow, getting out of the car as well we walked out of the small parking lot and through an archway that led to a small café, the sign by the entrance read 'The Meadow'. Walking inside and throwing a sideway glance at Jacob, he led me through to the café which had a French feel to it, with white walls and candelabras in brackets along the wall designed in a simply stylish way.

As a relaxed acoustic guitar track played through strategically placed and hidden speakers, we were led to the back past some other people at the tables, most of them couple, there was a balcony where there was room enough for three tables yet the other two were empty. The outside area had small heaters by the tables as to ward off the chilly bite in the air and there was a wooden pagoda that had vines with small white flowers dotted throughout cascading over the edge, with the candles being the only source of light I was starting to see why I had been brought here.

I was all of a sudden grateful that I wasn't the type of teacher to come to lessons in jeans, I was dressed in grey trousers and a pale yellow shirt and smart-ish shoes. With Jacob hating wearing a suit on tie his current job allowed him to wear what he wanted, mainly because he had no customers to impress and he spent most of his time in a dirty garage.

He was somewhat nicely dressed in a loose white shirt with the top couple of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up with light blue faded jeans and black shoes, yet being Jacob he could have walked in wearing his overalls and he could have gotten away with it.

Sitting down Jacob ordered an expensive bottle of white wine and I raised my eyebrow as he was more a beer guy, whiskey on special occasions. It seemed odd that he took me here and was already splashing the cash, I should be the last one to nit-pick especially coming from my back ground. But over the years where I had shunned my family's personal wealth I had grown used to living within my means my only extravagant purchases was my guitar I had bought over five years ago and the keyboard I had bought to replace the upright that I could not bring with me when I came to London.

"So do you want to tell me the reason for all this mood setting?"

"We can't have a nice dinner for a change?" answering my question with a question he was being deliberately evasive, so I decided to go with it ordering the second most expensive dish on the menu which happened to sea bream and Jacob just went for a massive steak.

Making conversation, we were soon laughing and having a good time and the conversation I had earlier with Jean. As out plates were cleared away I wiped my mouth with the napkin and I was about to tell him when one of my favourite songs started to play, Franz Liszt's Liebestraum flowed out from inside out to where we sat and I grinned at him for knowing.

Then he did the last thing I expected, he got down on one knee in front of me and took my hand.

"Edward..." he started taking in a short breath.

"Are you proposing to me?" he sighed and nodded, rolling his eyes at my outburst.

"I was, but you kind of killed the moment"

"Sorry, start again" he raised his eyebrows uncertainly at me and I nodded, silently egging him on.

"Edward, we have been through a lot together and I-"

"Just one thing" sighing and putting one hand to his forehead, he looked a little put out.

"What is it, I'm trying to be all romantic and shit but you're not really helping"

"Whoa, 'romantic and shit' sounds like something Shakespeare might write in a play or sonnet"

"When you're done taking the piss out of me, could we continue because my foot is starting to fall asleep"

"What I wanted to say is I love you"

"Then what's the problem?" I bit my tongue.

"You know what, nothing. Go on" running a hand through his hair he got out a small box from his pocket and opened it, inside was a simple silver band after all it wasn't as if he would get me some flamboyant ring with loads of diamonds on it that was for girls.

"I did have a whole speech prepared, but it sounds pretty daft and I don't have the same way with words like you do, so I'll keep it simple. After everything we've been though, I can't imagine being with anyone other than you my friend and the man I am insanely in love, so will you marry me?"

"Yes" with a blindingly gorgeous smile he jumped up then immediately had to sit down as he got the twinge of pin and needles up the leg he had been kneeling from.

"Ah, fuck. This looks so much easier in the films"

"There is a reason for that, one obvious one being that they are fictional"

"Nah, you don't say?" laughing and shaking my head I pulled my chair round closer to him and held out my hand to him.

"Well. Do I have to do it myself?"

"Oh, right" and with that cheesy smile I adored he slipped on the ring, it was a little loose but it fit fine. Leaning over the table he kissed me and I kissed him back, looking at the ring when he pulled away and held my left hand, kissing the back of my hand like he had done earlier.

~X~X~X~

Sitting by my keyboard I absentmindedly played random notes stringing them together, it was my day off and Jacob was at work whilst I had two day to myself before my mother and Emmett got here. Jean's card rested on the top of the keyboard and I had playing and staring at it for the last half an hour, letting my hands come to a stop I remained seated but reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my phone. Looking at the card I entered the number and my finger hovered above the call button, then changing my mind I saved the number in my phone and tore up the card, throwing it into the nearby wastebasket.

Standing up I paced for a while until my phone rang, recognising the number right away I answered it without hesitation.

"Hello, stranger"

"Hello yourself Edward, I heard about the engagement so I called to congrats"

"Thanks Leah, but who told you?"

"Jacob did, this morning" I rolled my eyes; he told her everything that happened because for Leah Clearwater there was nothing left unspoken. "He gave me a very detailed account"

"Please don't tell me that he told you what we did when we came back?"

"Ew, no. Even I have boundaries"

"Good to hear"

"But seriously, I'm glad it worked out for you guys. You really are the lucky ones"

"Thanks Leah" she then cleared her throat.

"Right, this call is costing me a fuck ton of money so before we get all mushy I'll talk to you later"

"Okay, bye"

"Bye" hearing the click on the other end as the call disconnected, I continued to play randomly for another fifteen minutes before coming to an abrupt stop and leaning my head in my hands and closing my eyes for a few minutes.

~X~X~X~

"You're getting married! Oh my goodness!" cried out my mother happily when Jacob told her our recent bit of news, she squeezed both my and Jacob into a hug kissing our cheeks and displaying such happiness for us that Jacob grinned even wider and looking at the way he smiled, I felt the grin on my own face.

Then feeling the gaze of my brother, I reined in the grin and turned my head to look at him as my mother gave my mother a glass of wine and led her into the living room whilst Emmett remained in the kitchen with me as I continued to cook.

"Engaged? Congratulations man. I wasn't sure if you would ever think about it again, you know with the way it turned out with Bella"

"Yeah, but's it different with Bella and its perfectly okay for me to marry someone else" he held up his hands defensively, I guess my tone was harsher than it needed to be. Even with me accepting that I loved Jacob and not regretting it, this was all still quite new to me and sometimes I didn't quite know how to deal with it myself. It could be that I was just a little sensitive, so when we were out I wouldn't always hold Jacob's hand or be as enthusiastic if he kissed me but I couldn't help but notice the occasional stares as other people passed us.

"Hey, I didn't mean for it to come across that way. You are my brother, if you like guys then its' fine with me" he shrugged "it doesn't change anything with us" sometimes I thought he dealt with this whole situation better than I did, he just took on the chin and kept on going.

"Thanks Emmett, that's nice to hear"

"Yeah, I can be deep" I rolled my eyes as he reverted back to the jock stereotype he embodied, the nice moment over. "I have to say though I have never seen you look at Bella like that"

"You can't really compare them"

"I know but, with Bella she seemed to be a bit more of a friend someone you had settled for. Jake makes you happy I can see that" I looked at my left hand and turned away looking to the pork chops I was cooking.

"I am happy"

"Good" turning to the food and getting the vegetables out of the steamer I kept my head turned away from Emmett as I spoke again.

"Has dad said anything?"

"No...Sorry Edward. He just refuses to talk about it" I shrugged trying to act like it didn't bother me at all.

"Its' fine, I guess it was only to be expected eh?" glancing back at him, he frowned looking pitiful for me.

"No and he is being an ass, I can see why mom left him"

"He's still our dad" he snorted derisively.

"Hardly, he turned his back on you and he will barely talk to anyone. Old age has gotten to him"

"Right well, can we not talk about this anymore?" we looked at each other with mutual sense of understanding and he nodded, standing up straight as I dished up the food and handed him the cutlery and table mats.

"Jake, mom foods ready!" they came though smiling happily and as Jacob caught my eye, I slapped a wide smile on my face and for a second his faltered but he just sat at the table in between Emmett and Esme, and opposite me.

Later that evening as me and Jacob lay in bed, my eyes were closed and Jacob lay on his side facing me wide awake as he touched my shoulder.

"Hey" he whispered and I turned over to face him, opening my eyes to look at him in the dim light the only light in the bedroom was the trickle of moonlight that seeped around the edges of the curtains.

"What is it?"

"It bothers you doesn't it?"

"What does?"

"Your father, disapproving of me"

"He likes you" I gently stroked his cheek, smiling at him.

"He liked me, when I was your friend but now that I've turned you"

"You can't make someone gay Jacob, you either are or you're not. I cannot choose who I love any more than you could be a singer" he swatted my shoulder playful giving me a mock scowl.

"Hey, I can sing"

"Babe, I've heard you belt out the lyrics to Grease and even though you know the song backwards you still sounded like cat in pain"

"To be fair, last time that happened you did distract me and cause me some serious injury"

"I'm pretty sure I made up for that"

"Nah, don't remember it. Must not have been that good" smirking in the dim light he looked up at the celling, shuffling closer to him I slowly ran a finger along the waistband of his briefs smiling myself when I heard the little gasp he let out when I touched him.

"Maybe I could give you a little reminder?"

"That could be good" he barely got out, before I started kissing the nape of his neck, leaving a few marks across his left shoulder as I very, very slowly made my way down his bare chest.

The next day I was in the staff room in between lessons for a quick mug of coffee so taking it back to my classroom, I sat at my desk and glanced at the piano and the guitar next to it. Was this all I wanted? Was this all I would get out of life before I settled down and grew old?

Whipping out my phone as I had five minutes before my second class arrived, I flicked through my phone book and hit the call button.

"Hello? Could I speak to Jean Roland, it's about the possibility of booking some studio time?"

A/N: so this came out a lot sooner than I thought I would have it done, but when I started writing I just kept going in fact, as I write this I t is approaching half three in the morning here.

That my friends is dedication, well thanks for reading and I'm open to suggestions as to whose POV the next chapter should be and who could throw a potential spanner in the works as a love rival for one of our boys?

Until next time, bye!