A/N: After starting to write 'Realize' I really fell in love with the EmmettxJames pairing.

I wanted to write a one-shot about them just to get some more EmmettxJames material out there.

I say that it's loosely based on the song because my interpretation of the song is that it's talking about taking any kind of relationship to a higher level.

If you like this pairing, you should read my story 'Realize' if you haven't already.

I of course pictured Kellan Lutz and Cam Gigandet when writing this (I pictured the Cam Gigandet from my avatar for this one, not how he looked in Twilight).

I also wanted to post this because it's going to take a little longer than expected to get out my next chapter of 'Realize'.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with Stephenie Meyer's characters.

Want To

Emmett's POV

All that I could think about was that kiss. It happened 7 days ago, but I could still remember it like it happened yesterday. The details were still very vivid and clear in my mind. James and I were both pretty smashed, but I could still function. It was a good thing too because I drove both of us home. We didn't live on campus since it was our last year of college. We were coming home from a party that one of our mutual friends had. James decided to get completely hammered because he got dumped by his girlfriend Victoria. He was so drunk that he could barely walk; he was stumbling trying to get up the stairs so I had to help him get to his room. I made sure that he was in his bed and I was going to leave when I saw that he was crying.

"She left me for some guy named Laurent. What the hell kind of name is that?" He asked angrily.

"It's her loss, James. You'll find someone that's right for you," I said, trying to comfort my bestfriend.

"I lost Lauren, Jessica, then Angela, Alice after that and now Victoria. Why can't I keep a girlfriend?" He wondered aloud.

"I hate to say this, but maybe you should examine yourself after all of your failed relationships. Since you're having trouble with women, maybe you're…" I trailed off, not wanting to say the word.

"I am absolutely not gay!" James yelled so ferociously that I flinched.

"How can you know what youwant if you've never tried the alternative?" I challenged.

"Have you ever been with another guy?" He asked, completely avoiding my question.

"Yes. Jasper and I got curious one night," I explained leaving out major details.

"And?" James asked impatiently.

"It felt good, but I'm heterosexual," I answered.

James was quiet for a few minutes. I figured that he was taking in all of the information that I just gave him. I wanted to know what he was thinking and I was getting ready to say something when I noticed that James was extremely close to me; his face was only inches from mine. He leaned in and he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was innocent at first. I placed my hand on his neck to bring him closer to me. He straddled me and he deepened the kiss. I slipped my hand under his shirt and I lightly caressed his back. He groaned into my mouth and he ground our quickly forming erections together. I was going to take his shirt off when James pulled away abruptly. He wiped his mouth and he was off of my lap in a hurry.

"Shit! I'm so sorry Emmett," He apologized before opening the door to leave.

"James, wait—" I called, but he was already gone.

I hadn't really seen or heard from him since. He went out of his way to avoid me. We had a few classes together, but he stopped sitting by me and he wouldn't acknowledge me. I barely saw him at our apartment. If I did see him, it was no longer than a couple of minutes. He was normally leaving or going to bed. The last time I saw him was a few days ago. I saw him kissing a beautiful blonde that I recognized as a friend of his named Kate. He was telling her that he'd call her back and thanking her for the good time. I had to fight the urge to vomit after the exchange. School was out so I decided to go back home to visit. James was going to visit as well. We planned this out months prior. I wanted to tell him that it'd save a lot of time and money if we took one car, but I didn't want to talk to him.

"Emmett, I said you're going to housesit for me this weekend. James is already here," The sound of my mother's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"What is the point of house-sitting exactly? I can completely understand why a babysitter is needed, but I never understood the whole 'let's get someone to watch our house' thing," I complained.

"Someone broke into our house last week and—" I cut her off.

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier? I'm on my way," I yelled into the phone.

James and I started house-sitting when we were 13. It was always fun. It meant that we got to have the house to ourselves. We didn't normally do anything that mischievous, well we did throw a wild party once when we were 16. We weren't asked to housesit since that incident. This was just what James and I needed; a whole weekend alone. I planned to talk to him about what happened. He needed to know how I felt about it. There was a fire and undeniable passion when we kissed. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body when we touched. I knew that he felt it too. I pulled into the familiar driveway of my parent's mansion. I grabbed the duffle bag that I packed and I walked inside. My parents were in the kitchen and James was nowhere in sight.

"You're just in time. Your father and I are getting ready to leave," My mom, Esme explained.

"Tell Aunt Tanya and Uncle Edward that I love them," I requested.

"No wild parties this time, Emmett," My dad, Carlisle joked.

I smiled and I shook my head. I gave my mom a hug and a kiss meanwhile my father and I did our signature handshake. I went upstairs to my old room so I could put my duffle bag in there. I didn't pass James on my way up the stairs so I figured that he was working out in our gym. I changed into a wife beater and shorts, grabbed a towel, my Zune, a bottle of water and I headed to the gym. James was damp with sweat and running on the treadmill. I silently watched as the beads of sweat slowly rolled down his back. I shook my head to will the inappropriate thoughts from entering my mind. His back was to me and "Get Stoned" by Hinder was blaring from his iPod so he didn't notice my presence. I tapped him on his shoulder and he flinched. He paused his music and he glared at me.

"Jesus Christ! You're going to give me a fucking heart attack!" He exclaimed as he changed the setting on the treadmill; he was now barely jogging.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," I apologized, hoping he would calm down.

"Well, I'm finished here. It's all yours," James remarked impersonally as he was looking for his towel. I gave him mine.

"You don't have to leave on my behalf," I told him.

"Yes, I do," He spat before leaving.

I wanted to punch him in his pretty face. Why is he shunning me? Why he is treating me like I did something wrong? If anything he should at least be man enough to own up to his actions. I didn't force him to kiss me; he did it on his own. Why is he avoiding me? Is it because I kissed him back? Does he think that I'm gay? Did my actions scare him away? My brain was too occupied to work out. I turned the treadmill off, I gathered my belongings and I left the gym. James was just coming out of the bathroom as I made it to my door. He was dripping wet and clad in only a navy blue terry cloth towel. I scanned his body, but I quickly averted my eyes and I went into my room, slamming the door shut. I grabbed a random book that I packed and I put my glasses on. I wasn't really paying attention to the book, it was actually quite boring. That's when the thought hit me. What the fuck was I doing? This was my parent's house and I was locking myself in my room like a prisoner. I took my glasses off, sat the book down and I went downstairs. James was sitting on the couch watching some '80s horror movie. I cleared my throat and James turned his head reluctantly.

"Am I allowed to sit here?" I asked sarcastically.

"There are like 14 T.V.'s in this house, Emmett," James snapped.

"It's my house so I'm gonna watch TV wherever the fuck I feel like it," I retorted.

"Look, I only agreed to do this because of the respect I have for your parents," James stated and he got up to leave. I grabbed his arm, yanking him down.

"We need to talk," I hissed.

"No we don't," James countered, trying to escape my grip.

"I'm not letting your arm go until you agree to talk to me," My tone was harsh and I squeezed his arm harder for emphasis.

"Fine!" He yelled and I released his arm. He started to walk away.

"You can at least be a man about this whole situation. You're acting like such a pussy!" The last sentence slipped from my mouth and James stopped dead in his tracks.

I expected him to make a sly remark. I was going to apologize, but I didn't get the chance. His fist connected with my nose before I had a chance to react. I stumbled and fell, but I didn't feel any pain because I was so pissed off. I got up and I shoved James hard. He fell right through my mom's favorite antique glass table, shattering the glass. I regretted it instantly because James was shirtless. I tried to help him up, but he didn't want my help. He got up and he was pulling shards of glass from his skin. He was already starting to bleed a little bit. I helped remove some of the glass from one of his arm and he pushed me away. His beautiful blue eyes were now almost black with pure rage. He winced before he turned to address me.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." He enunciated every word distinctly.

"We've been bestfriends since kindergarten. I've always been there for you. I've never did anything to betray you. I've fought for you; I've got my ass kicked for you. We've been through thick and fucking thin together. Why are you treating me like I'm the damn enemy?" I snarled at him. I cringed slightly as my nose started to hurt.

"That's exactly the fucking point! You're my bestfriend. That's what we're supposed to be, nothing more. I fucked everything up when I kissed you. Don't you get that?" James' voice was a lot softer.

"No, you fucked everything up by avoiding me and treating me like I was the black plague. Did you stop to think that maybe we kissed for a reason? Maybe we're meant to be more than friends," I subconsciously moved closer to him as I was talking.

"No, we're meant to be friends. I'm straight and so are you. Kissing you was a mistake. The only way we can be friends is if you act like it never happened," James was extremely callous.

"Maybe I don't want us to be friends. Maybe I want to be more than friends. I only really want that if you do too," I barely said the last part above a whisper.

"Bestfriends make the worst lovers. Our friendship is nice; we have a good thing going, why complicate it? Why do you want to ruin that?" He asked.

"Do you remember what Alice said when she broke up with you? She said that you didn't like to take chances. She was right. There's a wonderful opportunity knocking on your door and you're ignoring it," I reprimanded.

"You're my bestfriend and it would devastate me if I lost you. What if I lose you because we became an 'us'?" He questioned quietly.

"What if you gain something amazing? That's why it's called taking a chance. This could end in disaster or it could end in happiness. The point is you'll never know if you don't try," I explained.

I backed James into a wall and I kissed him. He was shocked and hesitant at first but he closed his eyes and he gave in to the sensation. This kiss was just like the drunken one, but so, so much better. It was tender and gentle at first and then our tongues battled for dominance. I pulled back and I started kissing him all over his face; his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his jaw line. Once I got to his jaw line, I started kissing him in the same places, just in reverse. After I kissed his forehead, I leaned mine against his and caressed his cheek lovingly.

"Please tell me that you want me. Tell me that you want us. We can stay friends if that's honestly what you want, but I just want you to know that I want you and I want us," I whispered and I created a little bit of space between us.

"I want to," He answered firmly.

I smiled and I grabbed his hand. We walked silently upstairs. I wanted to touch him so bad that I didn't even close the door. I took my shirt off and I joined James on the bed. James tentatively touched my chest. I put my hand over his to encourage and guide him. I moved our hands down my torso until I got to the waistband of my shorts. I removed my hand and James raised one of his eyebrows at me. He looked a little scared and a little bit nervous.

"I've never—" I silenced him by kissing him.

"I know and that's ok. I won't hurt you and I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable, alright? Tell me if I push you too far," I comforted him and kissed him again.

He nodded his head in agreement and smiled at me. I lifted my bottom half so he could slide my shorts off with ease. James looked frightened as he stared at my length. He wrapped his hand around it and my eyes fluttered closed. He could just barely fit his hand all the way around it, but the friction his hand created was very pleasurable. He continued stroking me lightly and he kissed me passionately. His strokes were getting faster and I had to stop him before I got too excited. I removed his hand and he looked hurt and confused.

"Did it not feel good?" He asked slowly.

"It felt amazing, too good actually. Besides, I want to put my hands on you," I answered with a smirk.

I took his shorts off so we were now both naked. I just admired his beauty before I touched him. I'd seen James naked before throughout the years, but it was always a quick glimpse and I never really paid him any attention. His blue eyes were sparkling and filled with lust. My eyes examined his lean (but slightly muscled), long body. My eyes stopped at the treasure between his legs; it was hard, ready, and leaking for me. I wrapped my hands around his shaft as my tongue tentatively licked the clear fluid that accumulated on the head of his cock. James let out a moan of contentment and I smiled to myself. I swirled my tongue around the head and James' breath hitched. My hands massaged his shaft while my tongue continued to tease James; he was starting to moan in desperation.

"Emmett, please," He begged.

My hands were busily stroking his shaft as my mouth engulfed James' dick. My hands moved to fondle his balls as I deep-throated him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he groaned loudly. His hands were pushing down on my head and his hips bucked into my mouth, I nearly gagged, but I didn't stop my ministrations. James' hands were massaging my scalp as he fucked my mouth harder. He was getting close and I knew what I needed to do to get him off. I removed him from my mouth and I started stroking him. My tongue slid down his dick and lightly sucked on his scrotum. His hand on my hair tightened and I knew that he was going to blow his load any minute now. I started licking his perineum and he cried out. I took one of my hands off of his cock and put them in his mouth. Once he got one of my fingers wet I gently shoved it up his entrance and he gasped. I put my mouth back on his dick and he came instantly, spurt after spurt in my mouth. I swallowed it all like a fucking pro.

"Emmett, I'm so sorry! I meant to tell you that I was gonna… I just…I'm sorry," James apologized and damn was he sexy when he was embarrassed.

"Don't be sorry. I wanted to swallow. I have a piece of you inside of me now," I explained, lifting James' head up so he would meet my gaze.

Our eyes met and we kissed each other slowly, passionately. I closed my eyes and I smiled. This was happiness, this was pure joy. This beautiful brunette with blue eyes under me is where I belonged. I opened my eyes and I pulled away, James whimpered at the loss. I quickly got off of the bed and sifted through the contents of my duffle bag; toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, shower gel, The Notebook (no one can know that I have that book), condom, and lube, finally! I got back on the bed and I sat down the condom and lube. James' eyes grew wide and then he looked a little angry.

"You planned this?" He asked incredulously.

"No, well ok, maybe I did. I just wanted to be prepared in case something happened between us. It's not like I was going to rape you or anything… you can't rape the willing," I joked and we laughed.

I told him to try to get as comfortable as he could and to relax. He took a deep breath and he attempted to relax. I kissed him on his lips softly and I laced kisses all down his chest. I light stroked him and he began to harden. I put a generous amount of lube on one of my fingers and his ass; I entered him slowly. I could feel his muscles clench and his body was tense. He placed his hand on my wrist, asking me to remove my finger. I slightly stroked his cock with my other hand and I placed it in my mouth. His body soon relaxed and I moved my finger easily inside of him. Since he was relaxed, I added a second finger and I stretched him a bit. He started biting his lip and gritting his teeth once I hit his prostate. I removed my fingers and my mouth from his dick. He looked to see what I was doing and I was unwrapping the condom wrapper. I put the condom on and I put a liberal amount of lube on myself. I was lined up with his entrance when James asked me to wait a second.

"Baby, I'm not going to hurt you. Besides, if pretty little Jasper can take it then so can you," I encouraged and he nodded.

I kissed him sweetly to reassure him some more. I stroked myself a few times before I entered him. Dear God, he was tight! He gasped in pain, but he calmed down after I got the head of my cock inside of him. I agonizingly slowly entered him inch by inch, not moving so his body could get accustomed to my size. I started to move just barely, doing my best to not hurt him. Fuck! I was going to die moving at this pace, but I had to make sure that James was comfortable and I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I did. My prayers were answered when he started to moan a little bit and when he opened his mouth to speak. He looked me right in my eyes as he pleaded to me.

"Move, damn it!" He instructed and I smiled devilishly at him.

I placed my hands on his inner thighs, spreading his legs wide as I thrust inside of him a little harder. We groaned in unison. I started to pound inside of him and he was meeting my thrusts. Being inside him was like nothing that I'd ever felt. He was so warm, so tight, so… perfect. I didn't want this to end; I wanted to stay inside of him forever. He wrapped his legs around me, pushing me deeper and deeper inside of him. My dick brushed his prostate and he dug his nails into my back, probably enough to draw blood. He begged for me to do it again and I started hitting his prostate continuously. His breath was getting harsh and he was close to cumming, as was I. I didn't want it to end just yet. I pulled out of him and he whined. I got on the bed and I laid on my back with a pillow behind me. I motioned for him to get on top of me. He straddled me and he placed my dick inside of his ass. We both groaned at the sensation.

"I want you to ride yourself to orgasm," I whispered directly into his ear.

This was the angle where I could see and observe him the most. I wanted to watch his beautiful face contort in ecstasy as he came. I wanted to see him lose control and shudder in pleasure. James' eyes were closed and his hands were gripping the sheets as he began to ride me. I ran my fingers up and down his back and his eyes shot open. He looked down at me and he had an extremely sexy and lustful look on his face; it damn near took my breath away. He rode me faster and harder and our releases were imminent. He leaned down to kiss me and one of my hands rested on his ass. My other hand found his cock and started stroking. Both of our foreheads were touching and slick with sweat. Our breathing was harsh and our breaths were coming out in ragged pants.

"You're so tight and I can't last much longer. Cum with me," I said between grunts.

James' kiss became more urgent as did my stroking. My dick was going in and out of him at a furious pace and I was hitting his prostate directly. Three things happened simultaneously; his ass clamped down on me as he came, I stroked him faster and he shot his cum all over my stomach. The feel of his warm cum on my flesh, the look on his face, and the grunts that escaped his mouth triggered my orgasm as well. James collapsed right next to me and we both tried to catch our breath. He grabbed his shirt to wipe his cum off of my stomach when he finally found the energy to move. He then laid his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and I kissed his sweaty forehead. He caressed my arm as he looked up at me.

"I'm still scared," He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know, you're supposed to be," I explained as I kissed his hair.

He shook his head and he closed his eyes. I closed mine as well, tightening my grip on him subconsciously. Maybe I held him close consciously because I didn't want him to get too scared and leave me. James started to snore lightly and I laughed. I was confused if he was the guy or girl in our relationship; he likes to cuddle, but it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep. James and I were just starting to sleep comfortably and go into a nice, dreamless deep sleep when we were startled by the presence of someone. We didn't have to open our eyes to know who interrupted us. We could hear and recognize his thick southern accent from a mile away.

"It's about time you two fucked," Jasper commented with a chuckle.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, pulling the sheets around me and James' naked bodies.

"Your mom didn't tell you I was coming? She called me at the last minute asking me to come housesit. I had some business to take care of with Rosalie first and then I decided to come over," The shit eating grin was still on his face as he gave his explanation.

"You could have knocked instead of just barging in here," I grumbled.

"I really could've since I missed all of the hot action," Jasper winked and laughed some more.

"Fuck off, Jasper," James remarked.

"Are you boys spent or could you go another round?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows and taking his shirt off.

A/N: Ok, so I know that I ended it at an interesting spot.

I'm not sure if I want to make another chapter or not, although I must admit an EmmettxJamesxJasper threesome would be extremely hot!

I labeled it complete just because I'm not sure what I want to do.

You should favorite this story, or put it on alert though just in case I do decide to add another chapter.

There's also one more thing that I want to add.

If you like this pairing or any other pairing that you feel isn't being represented enough; write about them!

Don't be scared to try something new or to try something out of your comfort zone. (Trust me when I say that writing slash doesn't come natural to me).

I wanted to read an EmmettxJames story for a while and when I noticed no one wrote one, I decided to be the brave soul to do it.

Don't be afraid to take a chance.

Anyway, review if you like it!