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“Emmy, I’m so hard.”
“Me too,” Emerson says. “I read a book once where the main character said he was so hard it almost hurt, and I thought that was hyperbole, but it’s not. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my entire life.”
Pride fills Jason. He’s always liked making his partners feel good, taken a lot of joy in servicing them, but this is another level. Knowing that Emerson feels that good, that turned on, because of Jason, makes him want to do a goddamn endzone dance. He suspects Emerson might not enjoy that though, so he settles before adding a third finger, the tightness and heat a promise of what’s to come.
“That’s enough fingers, cock now,” Emerson demands, his fingers tapping rapidly in what Jason recognizes as one of his happy stims.
“Fuck it’s hot when you demand my dick,” Jason groans, so turned on by Emerson’s forwardness he nearly comes untouched. “I just need a condom. Hang on.”
Emerson continues tapping his fingers on his forearms while Jason retrieves the condom, ridding himself of his boxers, tossing them to the floor before rolling the condom down his cock and adding a generous amount of lube. He’s definitely going to need to buy more because Jason suspects they’re going to go through a lot in the future.
Once he’s finished, he crawls back between Emerson’s spread legs, smoothing his hands over the insides of his thighs. He wants to commit this sight to memory, utterly mesmerized by the sight of Emerson’s mess of red hair spilling across his pillows, his long limbs and pale skin glowing in the early morning light that peeks through the gaps in his curtains. Emerson is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and it makes Jason’s chest ache.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Emmy.” He positions his erection at Emerson’s entrance, teasing the tip against his hole in warning. “Are you ready?”
“Uh-huh,” Emerson says, removing his arms from over his face. His eyes stay shut, but they’re not squeezed tightly this time, his face less pinched as Jason presses inside. It’s tighter than anything Jason’s ever felt, and the guttural moan that echoes in the room definitely comes from him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What you said,” Emerson groans, fingers twitching in midair.
Reaching out, Jason links their hands together, bringing them down to the mattress above Emerson’s head as he sinks all the way inside.
“Full,” Emerson whimpers.
“Is it too much?” Jason worries, his thumbs stroking over the back of Emerson’s hands. He wants to move but he waits, needing to make sure.
Emerson shakes his head from side to side. “S’good.”
“Good,” Jason exhales, caging Emerson in with his arms and knees. He lowers his mouth to Emerson’s, greedily swallowing down his moans when Jason pulls back out slowly then rolls his hips forward. As if needing Jason even closer, Emerson wraps his legs around Jason’s waist, locking his ankles at his lower back and arching.
After that Jason can barely think, barely breathe, losing himself in the pleasure of fucking into Emerson slow and deep while they kiss like they might die if they break apart. It feels like they might. If Jason could crawl inside of Emerson’s body he would, desperate to be as close as fucking possible. His thrusts turn shaky as he presses their joined hands into the mattress while fucking him.
“Emmy,” he whimpers.
Emerson moans louder, the sound shifting into something more like a hum. Whether he’s consciously stimming or not, Jason isn’t sure, but the vibrations of the sound against his tongue drive him to fucking Emerson just that little bit harder and deeper, until Emerson’s shuddering beneath him and sobbing out a quiet warning seconds before he’s coming between them in thick spurts that coat Jason’s soft abs. He wants to devour Emerson, wants to memorize the sounds he makes and the way he tastes, unable to take his eyes off Emerson’s raptured expression.
When his mouth goes slack and his eyes flutter open, Jason nearly sobs. Those pretty eyes open for him, look at him, and Jason feels fucking owned.
“Gonna—” he tries to warn but Emerson’s heels dig into his back, and it’s Emerson pulling him down into a kiss. It’s Emerson swallowing down his sounds of pleasure as Jason shakes through his orgasm. It’s Emerson kissing Jason’s cheeks and his nose; it’s Emerson pulling him down into an embrace as if he too, can’t get close enough to Jason, as if trying to make them one person.
Tucking his face into Emerson’s neck, he breathes him in, focusing on the feeling of Emerson’s nails as they find their way into Jason’s hair, on the legs still wrapped tightly around his back, locking him in place as if Emerson can’t let him go either. That same ache in his chest intensifies, only this time Jason understands what it means. He could blame it on post-orgasmic haze or cuddling endorphins, but there’s no point in trying to minimize what Jason knows to be true—he is in love with Emerson.
19EMERSON
“What doyou want to look at first?”
“Me?” Emerson asks.
Jason’s smile widens, and Emerson isn’t sure if he wants to kiss him or bury his face in Jason’s neck to hide. Ever since they had sex this morning—twice—he’s been oscillating between wanting to get his hands and mouth on Jason again, to feeling deeply overwhelmed and needing a hug or a cuddle. Sometimes both at the same time.
He’s not sure if you can cuddle while having sex, but he adds it to his mental list of things to try, determined to talk to Jason about it later if he can get the words out. If not, maybe he’ll text him the idea.
“Of course you,” Jason replies. “I’ve been here plenty of times, though not too many to not still enjoy it. Every third grade class in Santa Leon does their end-of-year field trip at the aquarium and then again in seventh grade science after biology lab. Sometimes the seniors who get into Mrs. Montalvo’s AP Environmental Science have a really cool behind-the-scenes field trip here.”
“Did you do that?” Emerson asks.
“Oh no, I wasn’t smart enough for that,” Jason says with a shake of his head. “But my parents had a family membership when Alec was a toddler so me, Charlie and Andrew used to trade off taking him on weekends to give our parents a break from his never ending supply of energy. Come to think of it, I don't think I’ve been back here since Alec was little.”
