CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“You can’t fall asleep.” William inched closer to Emerson; their bodies nestled comfortably on the expanse of his bed. As the soothing tendrils of peace enveloped him, Emerson’s exhausted body yielded to the irresistible allure of a long overdue slumber.
“I’m not.” Emerson said amidst a yawn that emerged from his lips, his barely-opened eyes conveyed his weariness. Nestled side by side, their forms angled towards each other, a mere breath of space separating them. William’s lips met Emerson’s, coaxing his eyes to flutter wide open, locking onto the captivating amber-hued orbs.
“Tell me, what are your plans for college?”
“I don’t know… rugby I guess.” Emerson breathed deeply. “you’re gonna think it’s funny.” He whispered.
With an eager glint in his eyes, William blinked expectantly at him, his unspoken encouragement coaxing Emerson to continue.
“I've always wanted to play.”
“Like professionally?”
Emerson signed, readjusting the pillow he laid on. “One day, I hope so, but...I don’t know.” He immediately thought of his dad and wondered if he would ever let him venture into that path, despite his father’s apparent fondness for the sport, the intricate web of their current relationship cast serious doubt on the possibility of receiving his blessings for any ambition he aspired to pursue.
“Enough about me.”
“What!?” William exclaimed. “You barely said anything… I want to know you better.”
Emerson laughed. “I’m sure you know plenty.”
William gently rested his hand on Emerson’s waist, where he delicately traced a variety of shapes.
“I only know that you play rugby, are very handsome…and I seem to like you a lot.”
“You like me?” Emerson found himself in a state of astonishment. In an unprecedented turn of events, he was confronted with a fresh, uncharted realm of emotions. The realization that someone as captivating as William—whom he had yearned for over the span of a year—held reciprocal affections was a surreal revelation.
“Well, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
Emerson maintained eye contact with William, yet the emotion evident in his eyes remained something Emerson chose not to confront.
“What about you?” he asked.
William's hand stealthily ventured beneath Emerson's shirt, his nails lightly grazing along his back, sending shivers coursing through Emerson's body.
“Probably join the family business and become a lawyer...I’m not sure.”
Silence descended upon them, Emerson almost fell asleep again under William’s ministration, when he was aroused by William’s question.
“Why don't you get along with your brother?”
William was testing the waters, seeing how far he could go with his questions, but the immediate furrow of Emerson brows and the smile falling off his face was enough indication, that maybe he had gone too far.
William question hang in the air as Emerson refused to provide an answer to that–more like he didn’t know how to provide an answer. He held William gaze for the longest time, those amber eyes burning into him, he doubt in his life he would be able to forget them. He moved closer and peck William’s lips, once, twice and by the third kiss William responded to Emerson moving his lips along his.
As they momentarily parted, a breathless pause hung in the air, William’s voice carried across the space between them, carrying the simple yet profound inquiry. “You’re really okay, right?” The unexpected question caught Emerson by surprise, coaxing his eye open to meet the gaze of William. Yet, the palpable intensity emanating from William proved almost overwhelming, causing Emerson to draw a calming breath as he allowed his eyes to drift shut once more.
“I’m fine.” Emerson murmured softly, his words a delicate wisp of affirmation. Yet, the silence that cascaded in the wake of his utterance was deafening. Aware of the weight of William’s scrutiny, Emerson could practically sense that unwavering intensity that bore into his very soul. “A lawyer huh? I can’t seem to picture you being one.” He made an attempt to divert the subject's course.
“You...know you can talk to me.” William inquired, unyielding to Emerson’s attempt at veering off course.
Emerson’s gaze fluttered open, immediately catching the weight of concern that clung like a fleeting shadow to the depths of William’s eyes. With a deliberate and unhurried pace, he placed his lips on William’s again. It was slow, the tender suppleness of William’s mouth beckoned Emerson onward, an irresistible invitation that sent electrifying shivers cascading down his frame.
The sweep of William's tongue over Emerson's parted lips was a fervent plea, a silent request for entry that Emerson welcomed without hesitation, igniting series of sensations that stirred a heady awakening within him. Yet, amidst this intoxicating exchange, William refrained from physical contact, channeling his unspoken emotions and sentiments into the kiss they shared.
By the time they pulled apart, Emerson lips were slightly swollen. “Your mom's home.” Emerson visibly flushed, stated. Sensuously gliding his tongue across his moistened lips.
“I know.” William whispered against Emerson’s lip.
“What is the time?... I have to meet up with Mason and some guys from the team, later today.”
And just like that, the spell was broken.
William sighed, moving back a bit, creating space between them.
“What?” Emerson asked softly.
“Do you have to?”
“I promised I would.” Was Emerson’s respond. “Mason is a really nice guy once you get to know him.”
William decided to let it go, choosing not to fall into an argument with Emerson over Mason, he did not know what it was like having a homophobic friend and judging from one specific encounter, he was safe to assumed Emerson wasn't having it easy at home either.
A gentle warmth enveloped his cheek, rousing him from his reverie. Emerson's tender touch traced his thumb across William’s face, a delicate gesture that spoke volumes. While his fingers artfully arranged a strand of silver hair behind William’s ear. Seizing upon the momentum, he drew William’s face closer, ultimately bringing their lips together once more.
This time, it was William who exerted a firm yet sensual force, in one fluid movement he positioned himself on Emerson’s thighs without breaking the kiss.
Emerson’s once gentle touch morphed into an intense grasp, drawing William closer to him. Yet, it still wasn’t enough. The lust burned, propelling their every action as they became engulfed in a whirlwind of uncontainable passion.
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