Page 143 of Inbetweeners
She gave him a nervous smile.
“People really judge you by how you look, don’t they,” Emmett said as they left the shop.
“You do look slightly scary. Where’s the lip ring gone, by the way?”
“I’m pretty sure I swallowed it.”
“What?”
“When you broke my neck.”
“Shit! Sorry.”
“Snapping my neck hurt, but at least it was quick. The sawing off of my head was not quick and it hurt a lot.”
“You dropped this.”
They spun round to see the cashier trembling behind them.
“Keep it,” Emmett said.
“I’m not allowed.”
Emmett took the ten pound note and the woman fled.
“Oh dear,” Emmett said. “I think she heard us. Do you think I should go back and apologise?”
“No.” Phoenix laughed. “You’ll make things worse.”
They picked up the things from the car before they went up to the flat. Emmett carried the food into the kitchen, then secreted the packet he’d bought in the bathroom.
“First things first,” Emmett said.
“Sex?”
“No… Though… No. We need to booby-trap the place. I need one large saucepan for the chips, the rest can go by the front door. If Greyson gets in that way, we’ll hear the clatter. Pile stuff up and I’ll start making dinner. And don’t take your suit off.”
A few minutes later, Phoenix came up behind him, put the bottle of lube on the worktop and pressed himself against him. Emmett could feel the outline of Phoenix's cock against the seam of his arse.
“Maybe dinner can wait.” Emmett sighed.
“We agree on something. It’s a miracle.”
Emmett swivelled round and kissed him. It was like falling into sunshine. An instant high. He’d never kissed David like this. David had never kissed him like this. Phoenix took hold of Emmett’s head and the kiss deepened. For just one tiny moment, Emmett slipped into remembering how his neck had been broken before he forced that memory away. Vin fed on fear and anxiety and Emmett wasn’t going to let him win.
Phoenix dropped his hands to Emmett’s waist, ran his thumbs along the strip of bare flesh and Emmett groaned. He hadn’t thought his cock could get any harder but he was wrong. He found himself spun round to face the worktop and Phoenix pressed up behind him, reaching round to unfasten the button on Emmett’s skin-tight jeans, then easing down the zip. Thank fuck he’d done that carefully because Emmett wasn’t wearing shorts.
Emmett groaned in relief as his cock sprang free. “Now I know what those Victorian ladies felt like in their corsets.”
Phoenix wrapped his hand around Emmett's cock. “Take everything off.” His voice was husky. “I want to see you wearing it all again and I don’t want it covered in come.”
Emmett unfastened the waistcoat and tossed it aside. His shoes were quickly discarded. It was more of a struggle to remove his jeans, not helped by Phoenix’s laughter.
“Look, you can see the seam imprints on my legs. I never want to wear those again.” Emmett groaned as he finally peeled them off.
“Until tomorrow.”
Emmett gave a choked laugh. “I’m serious.”
