CHAPTER TEN
The halls of Crescent Valley High School was bare of students, the little that lingered were either making their way out or waiting on friends or parents to be picked up. The once noisy and busy hallways now had a feel of serene. Except for an empty classroom located down an isolated hallway. There, two teenage boys were entangled with each other in a heavy make out session.
Ever since the day that Emerson asked William to kiss him, that was all they've been doing, days on end. It found to be Emerson’s new favorite thing to do, kissing William. It had such an unraveling feel to it. While he was at it, he couldn’t care less what his father thought or would do to him if caught, every other thing mashes up with the background and blur away until they were the only ones alive.
“I really have to go.” Emerson was breathless “Or I’ll be late for practice.” But William wasn’t having it. He hungrily pressed his lips against Emerson’s in a heated kiss that Emerson unwittingly fell into.
“Few more minutes.” he whispered as his hands worked to undo the buttons on Emerson’s shirt, quickly sucking on his nipples. Complacent when a long moan escaped Emerson’s lips. He peek up at Emerson watching his reaction as he bit not too kindly on the bud, ravishing in the strangled up moan from Emerson before smoothing it with his tongue and giving the other bud the same administration.
Emerson’s eyes grew hooded when William positioned him to sit down on a desk facing away from the windows and got on his kneels. His breath hitched, eyes wide like large dinner plates as he stared down at the hands that unbuckled his pants.
“I’-um.” Emerson swallowed, throat bobbing. “I’-um…never um.” he trailed off, licking his lips in an enticingly slow manner.
William’s hands halted and Emerson felt like punching himself, he would be so damned if William were to stop now.
“Do you want to?” Emerson was already nodding his head before William could even finish his sentence. Emerson’s eyes locked on William on his knees-amber eyes that seem to stare into his soul, silver locks that fell over pale skin and red swollen lips ready to take him, his dick twitched in his pants. William must have felt it because a smile graced his lips.
“Its okay, I’ll go easy on you.”
He pulled Emerson from the confines of his pants. William took in his immense length before giving his tip a slow lick and Emerson was sure he would die.
Emerson stared-unblinking, not wanting to miss a single moment as the smaller boy took more of his length into his mouth. He gripped firmly on William’s hair, a shiver ran down his spine, William met his gaze, lips still firmly rapped around his member and Emerson felt himself harden even more in the others mouth.
It was wet and sloppy and the heat pulled Emerson, as William bobbed his head taking him in deeper and deeper, he drew Emerson closer to the edge. Emerson did not have time to warm William, his shallow breathing paired with a pathetic ‘liam’ slipped pass his lips before he was bursting his nuts into William’s mouth. The other gave no indication whether he disliked the gesture or not, swallowing down what Emerson had given him. An embarrassed look took over William’s face. He looked up at Emerson trying to catch his breath, chest rising and falling heavily, William bit his lips shyly.
“I should let you get to practice now.” His words barely registered as Emerson still seemed to be in a daze.
Tucking Emerson back into his pants, William quietly got up, turned and headed for the door.
“Wait.” Emerson called after him. He took hold of William’s arm and pulled him to a stop.
William reverse abruptly, pushed Emerson harshly back down on a seat, he planted a very harsh kiss that left Emerson breathless. By the time he recovered from it, he found he was alone in the empty classroom with the taste of his own cum in his mouth. Emerson blinked blankly at the walls of the empty classroom, He tidied up himself and made his way to practice on weak shaky legs.
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The lockers room was empty when Emerson got in, which was to be expected as he was late, that is except for Mason seated down on a bench tying on his shoes. There eyes locked and to Emerson’s surprise Mason brows furrowed. “You okay man?, your red all over.”
Emerson’s face heated up at the question, his mind reverting back to the life changing incident that just occurred.
“Um… I'm fine.”
“You sure?” Mason got up to stand beside Emerson as he took out his gear.
“Yeah.” Emerson answered, but his voice came out weird so he cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m sure.” Cause getting the life suck out of you was fine. Emerson ignored the voice and shook his head, he was not sure why William took off like that. Maybe it was because you finished in his mouth. Emerson grew even more red on the thought. “God, I really did mess up.”
Mason gave him a skeptical look, “Where have you been, it’s unlike you to show up late for practice.”
“Just got held up, is coach mad?”
“Definitely, been looking for his star player. He’s been so uptight these days I bet his wife ain’t giving it to him.” Mason laughed. “Seriously, that man needs to loosen up.”
Emerson laughed along with Mason, he spun around deliberately facing away from his friend to take off his clothes, he knew for a fact that his nipples would be red and swollen and he most definitely did not want Mason to see that.
Mason noted his friend odd behavior but kept quiet and waited patiently for him to put on his gear before heading out the door and into the open field.
Jonathan Reynolds there coach had a commanding presence, standing tall and broad-shouldered. He possessed a sturdy and muscular build, a testament to his own athletic prowess in his younger days. He stood at the sidelines, his face twisted in a mask of fury.
“Scott.” Jonathan barked. “you’re late.”
“Sorry sir.” The man squinted at him. “Give me ten laps around the field. Rivers get back to work.”
“How come I get ten laps and you just get to join in?” Emerson complained.
Mason chuckled as he jogged toward their teammate. “I wasn’t late dumbass, had to change my faulty boots.”
Emerson groan loudly, making his round around the field he sighted Emma along with William seated by the bleachers engaged in what seem to be a heated conversation and when he ran passed them he couldn’t shake the heated glare directed his way by Emma, what exactly was her problem.
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