Page 32 of Hammered and Nailed
"Yeah. Sorry. Just… got lost in my thoughts for a sec there."
I cleared my throat. "It’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?" The idea of being that vulnerable and talking about myfeelingsof all things didn’t appeal to me, at least not in that moment, but maybe it was what Emery needed.
"Ew, no." He laughed. "Talking. Gross."
Relieved, I grinned at him. "Fine. Let’s finish the painting."
Not long after, I was rolling paint onto one wall while Emery painted another. While I worked, I let myself imagine what it would be like after we left if we decided to keep exploring… whatever we were doing. I imagined going on dates, holding hands in public, and telling our friends and family. I thought of all the questions my brother would hammer me with. I wondered how Emery’s family would react. How hisschoolwould react. I knew I could handle myself in the workplace. It’s not like either of us were suddenly incapable of doing ourjobs. Still, I worried that his boss wouldn’t see it quite the same way. I’d read articles about teachers getting fired for all kinds of things that seemed fine to me. Granted, those were mostly in the Deep South, and we lived in a pretty liberal area, but that fact didn’t make me feel any better.
It didn’t take us long to finish painting the rooms that needed it. Once we were done, we took turns showering. I let Emery go first, not sure I was ready to shower together, too. It seemed weirdly more intimate than everything else we’d done, though I couldn’t pin down why. When it was my turn, I cranked the water on hot and let the spray melt the day from me, watching speckles of paint disappear from my arms as I scrubbed. I let thoughts of Emery float through my mind, imagining what it would be like if we kept this new thing between us going. It made my chest ache thinking about it.
When I got out of the shower, I walked into the living room to find Emery pacing and frowning, on the phone and sounding frustrated.
"Yes, Mom. I know. No. Of course I will. We’re almost done here. Do you know our neighbor Margaret? Her cabin was damaged in the storm, too. We promised we’d help her with her repairs, though. We’ll be home soon. I’ll let you know, I promise." He turned, gaze trained on the floor, and I knocked gently. Emery looked up, and his whole face changed when he saw me, smiling widely. "Mom, I’ve got to go. No, nothing’s wrong. Mason just needs some help. I don’t know what he needs help with, Mom, that’s why I’ve got to go. Okay. Love you too. Bye." He sighed in relief as he disconnected the call.
We looked at each other for a second or two before Emery grinned wickedly. He pulled me close and kissed me fiercely.
We kissed our way to the main bedroom, me backing Emery up against the bed before shoving his shoulder gently and sending him falling on his ass onto the sheets. I was half-hard already and I wouldn’t need much encouragement to get all the way there. There was no reason to rush. I took my time pulling off Emery’s shirt, stripping him of his shorts and boxers, and tossing it all to the floor. He did the same with me, stopping to kiss me every few seconds. The anticipation made my stomach tremble and my cock rock hard. I was ready for more.
Chapter Fifteen
Emery
Oncewewerebothnaked and in bed, we kissed for a long time, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths as we lay there. Mason dragged his lips across my stubbled jaw to my throat and bit down, making my cock leak and tearing a moan from me. I gripped his back hard, pulling him closer and whimpering as he continued to ravage my neck and throat. I hadn’t imagined something could feel so good, so right. Once again, his stubble scraped along my sensitive skin, making my nerve endings sing and my body quiver. When he took my cock in his hand and gave it several firm strokes, I had to force myself to stay as still as possible, instead of fucking into his fist immediately. I wanted it to last. I didn’t want things to be over in record time.
Mason released me and shifted, climbing on top of me and straddling my legs, before taking my cock in his hand once again. His gaze traveled my body, watching his hand stroke me beforesliding up to examine his handiwork on my throat and then making eye contact. "You’re doing okay?"
"Better than okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and failing, the sound wavering. I let out short breaths as he stroked slowly, sliding his thumb through the precum and smearing it along my crown and slit. Mason dipped down to kiss me once, roughly pulling away and moving his free hand to my hard nipple.
"Shit," I said with a hiss as he tweaked it, sending electricity crackling through me and precum pulsing out of my cock. I rocked my hips up into his grip, chasing the sensation, wishing desperately for him to speed up his stroking. "More."
A slow smile spread over Mason’s face. "I don’t think so." He shook his head, his dark hair falling in his face. With that, he released my cock, leaving me thrusting into the air, whining and confused.
"Come on. Please."
"I’ve got something in mind." He shifted down to kiss my chest, teasing each nipple with his tongue and teeth and lighting me up inside, before he made his way farther down my body, kissing my chest and stomach. As I realized what he had planned, I moaned and gripped the sheets. He stopped just below my belly button and glanced up. "This okay?"
"Fuck yes."
With that, Mason dipped lower and took the crown of my cock in his mouth, groaning as he did. I fought to restrain myself from fucking his mouth, taking deep, shaky inhales and muttering curses under my breath.
He glanced up at me, round eyes dark with lust and fringed by long eyelashes, and I was all but gone. I nodded at him, encouraging him to keep going, and Mason took the hint. He lowered himself, taking my cock slowly into his mouth again, the wet velvet heat rocking me to my core. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Like everything else we’d done up to that point, it wasn’t the most skillful, but it feltright.A moan fell from my lips and I closed my eyes, drowning in the sensations of my best friend taking me apart piece by piece with his mouth.
And that he did. Mason took my cock, groaning and gripping my hips as he guided me to move deeper into his mouth, saliva running down my shaft as he worked me over. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I pushed a hand onto his shoulder.
"Mase. I can’t, I mean I’m—" I looked down at him, trying to convey a sense of urgency.
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. "Do it. I want to taste you."
My stomach twisted with lust as he lowered again, releasing my hips and using his hands to stroke me where he couldn’t take me in. I couldn’t take it for a second longer, and with my eyes closed, I came so hard sparks exploded behind my eyelids. My cock throbbed and pulsed, cum flooding into his mouth. He triedto swallow it all while continuing to work my cock through the orgasm, but the cum slid from between his lips and ran down my shaft.
When I was spent, I looked at Mason. He pushed himself to sitting and wiped his mouth with his thumb. It was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen him do. I gestured for him. "Come here."
He complied, moving up the bed to kiss me, but I stopped him before he dipped down and took his thumb into my mouth instead, sucking gently on it. He groaned, his body trembling as I did. I pulled him down next to me and moved to put myself between his legs. I was nervous, more nervous than I wanted to admit. What-ifs raced through my mind:What if I’m bad at this? What if he doesn’t like it? What ifIdon’t like it?Sucking someone’s dick had never been on the menu before, but I wanted to try it so badly my chest ached and my mouth watered.
The moment his cock entered my mouth, the taste of precum burst onto my tongue, salty and harsh. I wanted more. It took me only a few seconds to adjust to having him in my mouth, and I bobbed my head, moving as low as I could before drawing back. He leaked as I worked at the crown of his cock, stroking the slit with my tongue, urging more of that flavor out of him. I sucked and bobbed, caressing his balls with my free hand, teasing my fingers past his balls and close to his hole. I wondered as I sucked him whether he’d let me fuck him, or if I’d be the one getting fucked. Or maybe both. I didn’t have a strong preference, in theory, as long as it was with Mason. I just wanted more. I wanted everything.
"I’m coming." He groaned, dropping his gaze to watch me from above. All I could do was nod before the bitter taste of his cum erupted from him, strand after strand filling my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could before collapsing back onto the bed. Mason joined me, lying next to me, chest heaving. After a few seconds, I rolled to my side and pressed a kiss to his lips. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue along mine, the combined taste of our orgasms making me half-hard again already.
