Impulse
His lips are swollen from the kiss, his chin raw from Edward's stubble, and his cock still achingly hard.
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One moment Emmett's relaxing against the pool wall. The next, his best friend's tongue is halfway down his throat while his girlfriend lies sleeping, stretched out on her padded lounger like a cadaver. At least Emmett hopes Rosalie is asleep, and not awake and watching them. Her blue eyes would be wide beneath her dark sunglasses, staring out at them where they stood, waist deep in warm water, bare chest to bare chest.
With the listless lap of unsettled water echoing in his ears, Emmett concentrates only on the incongruous feeling of being embraced by someone taller than himself. Aware that Rosalie could wake up at any moment, he half-heartedly tries to push Edward away. After a moment of struggling, he lets his mouth go soft and pushes his tongue back against Edward's. Edward kisses Emmett so hard that Emmett's back is jammed uncomfortably against the sharp ledge of the swimming pool.
Emmett feels himself growing hard, but as he leans into the sensation, leans into the body pinning him, Edward suddenly breaks the embrace and submerges into the water, swimming the length of the pool underwater before surfacing with a shout of jubilation. Rosalie shoots up suddenly, not dead after all, her hair sticking to her cherry lip gloss. Standing waist deep in his girlfriend's pool, his skin still overheated from contact with his best friend's body, Emmett crouches slightly to try to keep his erection undetectable.
"What the fuck?" she shrieks, lifting her sunglasses to glare at Edward, who doesn't answer except to yell out again and dive back underwater, swimming back towards Emmett. In the water, Edward's body seems distorted and foreshortened. Emmett would have had a hard time saying where exactly his friend's body began and ended. Rosalie turns her stare to Emmett, and he shrugs.
"I'm going to call Alice. You two are irritating the fuck out of me," Rosalie mutters, pulling on the strings of her bikini top — a deliberate move, Emmett knows, done just to rile him up. "When you're done, come find me," she says, twirling her bikini top around her index finger as she stalks to the house. Emmett looks back and forth between Rosalie's tanned back, her thighs jiggling ever so slightly with her forceful steps and Edward's body swimming closer to him underwater.
Edward bursts up from underwater with the same force he had at the other end of the pool, laughing.
"Where'd Rosalie go?" he questions, looking at the empty lounge chair.
"Dude…" Emmett tapers off, not sure what else to say. His lips are swollen from the kiss, his chin raw from Edward's stubble, and his cock still achingly hard.
"What?" Edward asks, smiling. "If she went inside to make more drinks, she could've asked us if we wanted some."
"No, I mean, what was that?" Emmett says, smoothing back his wet hair with a quick, agitated movement.
"What was what?"
Emmett makes a gesture in the air between them, then stops with his hand midair. Edward is looking at him with the same guileless look he usually has, and not at all with the grim determination that had taken over him just before he pushed Emmett against the pool wall.
"Nothing, just forget it."
Edward shrugs. "Alright," he says, smiling, and pulls himself smoothly up out of the pool. "You coming?"
"Just a second," Emmett replies, willing his blood back to less obvious locations in his body, running his fingers over the traumatized swell of his lower lip.
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tbc, maybe
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