CHAPTER NINE

One week, one traitorous week, it has been hell, well for Emerson, his body continued to speak in a language he could not understand, reacting whenever he came in close contact with a certain silver head. It was a pain to go about with an undying boner and William wasn’t entirely helping with his problem, The boy found a means to be close to him all the time.

He was unrelenting in his request for Emerson to come over, and after much flirtatious words and gestures Emerson finally gave in.

You know that awkward moment, when you step into your house and see a strange face or someone who you weren’t expecting, so you exchange an awkward glance with them before words are exchange...right? That was what happened when Emerson first step into the living area of William’s home.

Now Mrs. Gray, William’s mother was of slender form, draped in an elegant gown smooth porcelain skin untouched by the years, glowed with a soft radiance. Was seated on the sofa typing tardily on her device, the same one Emerson pinned her son on the last time he was here.

Her silvery locks cascaded gracefully down her shoulders, shimmering under the gentle light like strands of moonlit silver.

William had been surprised to see his mother relaxed on the couch. “Hey  mom.” He greeted, placing a kiss on her cheeks. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home.”

“I got off work early today, didn’t want you spending the time alone… come here, let me get a good look at my baby."

She squashed William face between her hands, placing light kisses all over his face, from her peripheral she caught Emerson intensely watching the interaction. “oh, you brought a friend over.”

“Mom, this is Emerson.” William introduced, dislodging from her hold.

“Good evening, Mrs. Gray.” Emerson greeted.

“Emerson…?” Layla trailed, sparing her son a moment glance before looking up at Emerson. “The boyfriend?” Mrs. Gray asked, not waiting on her son’s response she maneuvered her way round the sofa. Emerson’s eyes widened in fear, he shuffled on his feet ready to retreat if it came to that, he expected insults and condescending words much like how his father would react but they never came. “Please call  me Layla, it’s nice to finally meet you, come have a seat.” She beckoned Emerson. “Tell me have My William be good to you? He wouldn’t stop talking about the famous rugby player.” Layla ranted.

“Mom!” William yelled, mortified. She ignored her son.

Emerson was at a loss for words, he was so used to the way his father treated him that he didn’t know how to react in this situation, he looked at William helplessly stuck between denying the allegation and explaining he wasn’t gay.

“We are not dating…yet.” William answered. Gripping unto Emerson’s hand.

“You’re not?” she shielded her mouth to whisper to William, though Emerson still heard her.

Emerson eyes moved from mother to son, as they converse, he wondered on what exactly William had told her about him.

“I told you I don’t want to rush him.” William bit out, his face heated up from embarrassment. God, this was why he didn’t want to tell her, not that he could actually keep secrets from her. She was just too nosey. William pulled Emerson to his feet headed for the stairs. “We’ll be in my room.”

“William!” Layla called out, her son pause mid-step, looking down the railing at his mother. “Behave.” She eyed him and then Emerson. “I will be up later with some snacks.” William mumbled a reply, and continued up the stairs.

These where the moments that brought them here; Emerson seated on William’s bed and surprisingly without a boner, compared to the previous week. Rather his thoughts dwelled on the conversation that happen mere seconds ago, he couldn’t help be jealous of the relationship William had with his mother. From the little he had witness, he knew it was nothing like his. He took a book from William table, and pretend to read it but it did nothing to take his mind off it.

He wasn’t sure he would ever relate with his parents remotely close to what he had seen, all the hatred for something he had no control over.

A few minutes of unspoken silence, Emerson shut the book, looked up to find William setting up his gaming console, he inhaled deeply.

“William.” Although it was barely audible, William heard him, answering quietly not once facing the other, engross in his task. Emerson was a bit thankful he did not have William’s full attention, it gave him the courage to ask what’s been eating at him. “How did you know…that you liked boys.”

“Oh!” William faced Emerson then, seating crossed legs on the floor, his games quickly forgotten. “I don’t know.” he shrugged. “I guess I’ve always been attracted to boys from a young age.”

“And your parents? How did they react, when they found out. Your mom seems chill.”

William laughed at that, tying Emerson’s stomach up in knots. “Yeah, they are chill, I think they always knew, before I did.” He chuckled lowly shaking his head. “My sister would always tease me about it.”

A devious expression spread across William’s face and he grin, raising an eyebrow. “Why?...are you giving it a second thought. Are you considering my proposal?”

Emerson struggled to maintain a straight face, through the pounding of his heart and the fluttering in his stomach, he managed to conceal his lust. He grabbed a pillow and chuck it at William, hitting him right in the face. “You have a sister?” Emerson quickly change the topic, and as an after thought decided to taunt William. “Is she hot?”

William gave a goofy smile, unaffected by Emerson question. “Not your type.”

Emerson ignored William statement “Where is she?” Emerson pressed, watching William closely for any reaction.

“England, studying to become a lawyer, wants to be just like my father.” William sighed.

A pained expression came over William face and he throw the pillow at Emerson without warning, the bigger boy caught it with no problem, whacking William with it the moment he sat down beside him.

“I still think she would want me, am hot and you know it.”

William licked his lips seductively slow. “I know.” Was all he said and  Emerson heart picked up, blood rushing south. He noticed the way William shirt rode up when he lay down, exposing soft pale skin.

He swallowed.

And as he sat on William’s bed his stomach kept fluttering.

“William?”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?!.”

“You heard me.” Emerson wasn’t sure what possessed him, His heart was beating so hard, he was sure he would pass out. He had to have a taste at least once and since he couldn’t bring himself to do it, he was going to make William do it for him.

“Are…Y-You sure?.” William stuttered out, hesitant. He eyed the boy seated on his bed.

“You don’t want to?” His words came out so low, it was considered a whisper, his tongue lazily ran over his bottom lip, waiting for William's reply.

“I do…but wait, are you even–”

“I won’t ask again Liam.” Emerson called out pinning William with his gaze and in that second William was on him, with a gentle but firm touch, their lips connected.

William’s lips tasted of ripe strawberry on a warm summer day, sweet and succulent. Every nerve ending came alive in Emerson as sensation cascaded through his body. It was a sweet surrender, he felt the world fade away, the feeling was euphoric and Emerson did not want it to end, that’s why he chased after William’s withdrawing lips.

As their eyes locked a powerful current passed through them, connecting their lips again.

At snail pace, William straddled Emerson’s thighs deepening the kiss. A velvet moan slipped past the larger boy’s lips and he pulled William closer to him. William broke the kiss for a second time creating a path with light feather kisses down Emerson’s jaw and neck.

Emerson hands fisted into the silver locks of  William and he pulled harshly on them, emitting a hiss from William.

“No hickeys.” Emerson breathed out, his face flushed, eyes hooded, between heavy breaths William tried to reconnect their lips but Emerson pulled back a little, barely, close enough to still feel his breath on him. Emerson stared at William’s swollen lips, a heavy silence passing between them and then, William’s lips were on Emerson’s again.

Pushing Emerson on his back, William swiftly removed  Emerson’s shirt- discarding it somewhere within the room. His lips leeched unto one of his rosy nipples and Emerson choked on a moan, he turned his face away using one arm to cover his mouth. The pleasure was overwhelming. Emerson was a mess, his eyes filled with lust as he caught the slight muscles on William flex as he took off his shirt. His hand automatically rested on William’s hips, lips once again finding each other.

“Baby, are you in there?” The door to William’s room opened and in sauntered William’s mother. “Oh My God!!.” Layla exclaimed. She placed the tray filled with snacks down by the door.

The two broke apart, Emerson's brain too messed up to produce coherent thought, he stared in a daze as William got off him.

“Mom!.” William yelled.

“William, I said to behave!”