Emmett almost left his car right there in the parking lot just to save time. Having to tail Edan's pristine black sports car through rush hour traffic was as close to torture as it got. He found himself alternating between chewing on his nails and lighting another cigarette.

His park job was probably shit but his car was already dinged and scratched enough from his own mistakes. He didn't care if he found another one in the morning.

It was hard not to pounce on Edan as soon as they met again in the hotel lot. He'd jerked himself around so much today, flying between want and revulsion for the guy. It'd be a miracle if he could last past the hour. Good thing there was time.

Emmett hardly processed the walk through the hotel. He was vaguely aware of Edan whispering something in his ear. He didn't hear the words. Edan's hot breath on his neck was all that was needed to make him tremble. Everything was happening fast, and he wanted it to.

Edan was laughing as he fumbled the card reader at his door. Emmett wanted to jump out of his skin every time the lights blinked back red hued denial. He'd started walking in circles and Edan had to pull him in by the wrist when the door was finally open.

It was dark out now and the room was too. Edan flicked a few lights on and off, looking for the proper mood lighting. It was one of those long stay rooms with extra space and a kitchen.

The thoughts swiftly vanished as Edan spun Emmett's back up against a wall, trapped him there with the hard press of hips and a sudden kiss. Emmett nearly exploded right there on the spot.

He bent down (shorter than me, how hilarious) to plant his mouth more firmly against Edan's, to dart his tongue inside. Nothing felt close enough. Even as he clawed his fingers into Edan's thick, dark hair, and ground himself, moaning, against the other's need, it still wasn't.

Edan must have felt so too. He lifted Emmett as easily as before. His fingers dug hard into Emmett's thighs as he carried him the few remaining feet to the bed. It was a smooth movement, lying Emmett down upon the bed without breaking any contact. He must be practiced. Emmett tried not to feel bitter about it.

They broke off for a moment as Edan leaned back to rip his t-shirt off over his head. Despite having seen him less clothed already, Emmett felt himself warm over with want. Edan was that straight middle road between lean and bulky, toned enough to appeal to both the male and female gaze. Emmett found his hands shaking as he tried to undo the buttons of his own shirt.

Edan leaned back down, grabbing a fistful of the fabric, pulling it to the point where the buttons strained. "May I?"

Emmett didn't care anything for the shirt. He covered his face behind his hand, nodded vigorously.

Edan gave a hard tug. Thread snapped audibly and there was a sharp ping as buttons flew throughout the room. Emmett drew in a shaky breath as Edan kissed a slow path down his chest and stomach.

While Edan had made it back into denim at the end of the shoot, Emmett hadn't bothered with anything more than the swim trunks. Edan pulled them off slowly and when Emmett's dick was free Edan kissed there too.

Emmett dug his fingers into the other's hair again, pulled his face up so they could look at one another. "Don't… make me wait any longer."

Edan smiled back at him, placed another kiss before he stood up, unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop without much flair. Emmett didn't mind. He was more curious about what was hiding beneath the bulge of his briefs.

Edan didn't let him see. He snagged Emmett by the ankle, flipping him onto his stomach in the bed. Emmett felt a whine escape himself but didn't have a chance to complain further. He heard the last rustle of fabric hit the floor and felt the bed dip as Edan climbed onto it behind him. The crinkle of a condom wrapper followed and Emmett let out a yelp when Edan slapped his girth between his asscheeks, wet with lube.

Emmett arched his back, rubbing up and down Edan's full length as he cast an innocent look over his shoulder. "Please, be gentle with me."

Edan chuckled again, leaned down to get a more direct look at Emmett's face. "Is that really what you want?"

Edan was starting to push in and Emmett couldn't help but gasp and claw his fingers into the blanket. Edan's expression was still expectant and Emmett found he couldn't hold his gaze as he answered. "No, rough me up."

That was the beginning of the end as Edan started a rhythmic thrusting. Emmett gasped into the blankets, trembling. A sweat broke out over his skin almost immediately and he felt himself squirming as his body tried to decide if the sensation was pain or pleasure. Edan dragged him back, lifting Emmett's hips and forcing himself completely within with the next thrust. Edan paused as Emmett let out a strangled shout. Emmett resented this need to catch his breath. “Keep going.” He said through a gasp. Edan obliged.

It felt like a pathetically short time before Emmett finished. After all the build-up Edan had barely needed to stroke him before he came into his fingers. Emmett panted, lightheaded in the aftermath. He heard the snap of the condom, the wet sound of stroking and felt Edan's own release land on his lower back.

Emmett cast a glance over his shoulder. The guy was essentially a stranger and yet…

I want to keep him.