CHAPTER TWELVE

“What the fuck are you doing?” Elvis thundered.

Emerson had been unable to stop, and Elvis had seen him come undone. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, heart pounding uncontrollably fast and this time it wasn’t because of William-well a part of it was.

Words failed him as he gaze stupidly at his older brother. Crap, this was it! he was done! He was sure of it, Elvis was going to tell his father and his father was going to kill him.

“Elvis…” he started but nothing followed his words, Elvis eyes flicker down for a second and all Emerson could do to his cum stain hands was rub them against his pants, but Elvis saw, he knew he saw it, his dick was hanging out for crying out loud. “I can-”

“You can WHAT! EMERSON?, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!” he storm forward and pulled Emerson by his collar.

Emerson was taken aback by the forced behind the pull, he stumbled on his feet but Elvis grip was strong enough to hold him up.  In all of Emerson eighteen years of knowing and living with his brother he had never seen him this mad. His tongue were tied, unable to answer any of Elvis questions.

“ANSWER ME GOD DAMNIT!” Elvis slammed Emerson hard against the wall. Pain shot up Emerson spine, he could only clenched his teeth in response.

“Just look at yourself Emerson.” Elvis said in a low voice. “Moaning out a guy’s name like a needy bitch.” Emerson recoiled, contracting within himself, he could no longer hold his brother’s gaze, tears beam at his eyes but he wouldn't dear let them fall. “What would father say if he saw you like this?”

“Elvis…” Emerson almost begged.

A dry laugh escape Elvis lips. “Oh, I’m sure he would just love to see his son jerking off to another boy.” Elvis’s sarcasm persisted, his words dripping with disdain.

“Do you not learn?, After everything, everything Dad did to make you better, you still go looking for anything with a dick to get off on.” Elvis spat.

Emerson was completely consumed by an overpowering wave of unadulterated shame.

“Is this what you like?” Elvis grab hold of Emerson’s flaccid dick “You like this huh?” Elvis asked.

Emerson winced. Prying his brother hands off his member. “Shut up.” He whispered, all strength having left him, he didn’t ask for this, nor did he ask to be this way.

“Don’t you dear talk back at me.” Elvis forcefully pin Emerson against the wall, invading his personal space. “All your friends out there think you finally found yourself a girl…tsk, tsk.” He shook his head. “You disgust me.” Elvis gave Emerson a hard shove before letting him go. “You know I tried, I really tried, I thought maybe, just maybe if Olivia continued her advances on you, you would eventually see the appeal.” Emerson stomach churned.

“You knew.” He accused.

“I was helping you! Dad was lenient whenever he saw you two together.”

“You let her abuse me!” Emerson screamed. He did not expect nor did he see the punch before it landed knocking him off his feet.

With the taste of iron in his mouth, Emerson cautiously touched his swollen lips, his hands trembling. He withdrew his hand to find it stained with blood. As he looked up at Elvis, shock washed over him. Despite their turbulent relationship, Elvis had never resorted to physical violence against him.

 “You can’t continued like this, You need help Em…and you’re going to get it whether you like it or not.”

Elvis slipped out of the room, closed and locked the door behind him.

Emerson took one look at his flaccid dick, he could still feel Elvis hands on him, he recoiled at the feeling. “You disgust me.” The content of his stomach rose and he empty it onto his floor.

Emerson pulled his shirt over his head before removing his pants and boxers. It was then that he noticed his phone lying on the desk. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that the call was still ongoing. He stared at the device as if it were an alien object, his heart pounding in his throat as the seconds ticked by. There was silence on William’s end as well.

Finally unable to take it anymore, Emerson tap the red button that ended the call, he felt weak, he just wanted to sleep, for a very long time.

Emerson sauntered on unsteady legs to his bed, finding comfort in the familiar confined of his blanket, and as he lay there, his mind slowly drifted back to William. Maybe he really needed help.

You disgust me. Emerson was haunted by those words as he lay in bed, unable to sleep. He tossed and turned throughout the evening and into the night. His thoughts gnawed at him, and he strangely welcomed it.

At the break of dawn, Emerson tidied up his room and hurriedly took a shower, noticing the bags forming under his eyes due to the sleepless night. He got into his car and drove to school, appreciating the early hour as it spared him from facing his brother or, worse, having the watchdog fulfill his duty and relay the newfound information to his father.

School was an ordeal for Emerson as he went out of his way to avoid William the entire day. Fortunately, they didn’t have many classes together, but whenever they did, Emerson made sure to arrive late and sit at the back, eager to be the first one to leave when class ended.

Emerson couldn’t shake off the uncertainty of what William had overheard during the confrontation with his brother. He wasn’t sure how much William had actually heard. Assuming the worst, Emerson believed that William had heard everything since their call was still ongoing until the end of the conversation. However, since William hadn’t said anything at the time, Emerson couldn’t be certain.

Emerson successfully ended the day without running into William, he was making his way to practice when he got cornered, William had appeared behind him catching him unaware and backtracking him until his back was pin against the lockers.

“Hi.” William greeted with a smile, stretching on his toes, reaching to kiss Emerson.

“Hey.” Emerson allowed himself to relax, inhaling William’s scent. His hand instinctively gripped William’s waist, drawing him closer and intensifying the kiss. Despite avoiding William all day, he cherished this private moment. As they parted, A peculiar sensation coursed through Emerson’s stomach as he caught the gaze in William’s eyes.

“I didn’t see much of you today.”  William said.

Emerson chuckled nervously. “Yeah.” he answered and the two were left staring at each other again. The silence was deafening, he knew William wanted to ask about what he must have heard yesterday, he could see it in his eyes, but he probably didn’t know how to go about it.

“So?” William said

“So.”

“About yesterday...” The statement caused the hands on William’s hip to recoil slightly.

“How much of that did you hear?” Emerson nervously asked not meeting William’s eyes.

“Emerson…” William called, caressing  Emerson cheeks, he directed Emerson’s eyes back to his.

“Emerson!”

Mason called from the other end of the hall braking the moment. Emerson froze, his body tensing, he was in a compromising situation, William was took close to pass it off as having a conversation. Nevertheless he turned to face Mason.

“What are you doing?”

Emerson glance down at William, then back at Mason, with his back pressed against the lockers and William standing unbelievably close to him. “I’ve to go.” He whispered to William.

William step back to create space for Emerson to walk around him. “Talk to you later.” Mason shot William a fierce glare which he dutifully returned. William’s gaze lingered on them as they departed.

“What was that about?” Mason inquired of Emerson as they continued on their way.

“Nothing.” Emerson increase his pace, the exhaustion from earlier returned, weighing down on him.

“Was he bothering you?” Mason quickened his pace to catch up with Emerson.

Emerson's immediate concern wasn't the compromising position he had been caught in; rather, his mind was reeling from Elvis words. He anxiously contemplated how he would brace himself for the impending consequences upon returning home. Given his father's tendencies, Emerson expected to find him waiting by the door, ready to administer his punishment. All he yearned for was solitude, to reflect and make sense of the situation. Unfortunately, Mason's interruption prevented Emerson from discovering the details of what William might have overheard.

“No.”

“Emerson!” Mason tugged at his arm, his eyes burning with anger. “What the fuck is going on? What happened yesterday with Elvis? We heard shouting.”

Emerson’s eyes flicker behind Mason to find William was gone, bringing his gaze back to his friend he shook his head. “What did Elvis say?” Emerson asked instead.

Mason let out a sigh and ran his hand across his face. “Nothing, he was really furious when he came back and you never showed.”

Emerson gazed at his friend, his mouth agape, as if about to speak, yet no words escaped his lips. Frustrated, he closed his mouth once more. He longed to confide in Mason, to share the turmoil brewing inside him. “Its nothing.” He finally answered, twirling with the desire to continue on his way, Mason tugged harder on his arm.

“Seriously? Emerson, you expect me to believe that? Huh?” Emerson lips remain sealed, this was the one topic Emerson so desperately needed to vent on, but he couldn’t talk about with anyone, let alone Mason, he already showed his distaste for William. Emerson was scared out of his mind, so he did he next best thing, stayed quiet and stare blankly at his friend trying his hardest not to let his emotion show, the lack of sleep weighing down on him. When Emerson remained quiet Mason let go of his arm. “What the fuck is going on?” his voice rose. “First, you’re keeping secrets from me, don’t even try to deny it, I know it, I know…”  Mason ranted frustrated and pained. “…And now what? You’re hanging out with a fag?”

At his friend’s last word Emerson blood boiled, he did not like the fact that Mason had regarded William in that manner, it hurts and he did not understand why his voice came out cold and distance when he answered his friend. “Does it bother you?”

“What?”

“Does William being a fag bothers you.”

“Of course it does, people like him shouldn’t be allow to live.” Mason spoke with hatred “And I don’t want you hanging around him.” Emerson anger deflated, his blood cold, he felt defeated, Mason shared the same believe with his father. He caught the look on Mason’s face, his eyes hard and jaw clenched. He knew in that moment he would never be able to tell Mason about William, not if he wanted to keep their friendship, and that hurt more than Emerson would ever admit. “Just…” Mason sigh, and ran his hand through his hair. “…Tell me if he bothers you again, okay?” Mason asked patting his back.

Emerson was suddenly so tired, so tired he just wanted to  sleep, sleep for a very long time.

“Okay.”