FAGE Six Pack
Title: Glimmer of Hope:
The Secret Lives of Librarians
Written for: Raynemoonfyre
Written By: 4CullensandaBlack
Rating: M/NC-17
Summary: Lonely, shy Emmett gets a job opportunity of a lifetime but is it really what it seems? Will his past hinder a life-changing chance at a new beginning?
Prompts used:
(1) Lyrics- Undisclosed Desires by Muse. "You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine, you may be a sinner, but your innocence is mine. Please me, Show me how it's done, Tease me, you are the one." (2) Exhibitionism (3) See attached Picture (entitled: Glimmer of Hope) (4) Cops and Robbers
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Disclaimer: If you cannot purchase a rated R movie ticket: please do not read this story! There is slash, kidnapping, and rape mentioned in this story.
A/N: I would like to thank my pre-reader: Mylissa, you are so awesome. With your help I was able to finish and take this story to the next level. I would like to thank, Kyndall, you listened and changed what I wanted to make an amazing banner for this story. Last but not least Bernadette, you beta'd the hell out of this long story, thank you so much.
"And they all lived happily ever after," I said looking out onto the crowd of little ones and their parents.
The sun was shining brightly through the multiple windows surrounding the reading room. The kids clapped as they began to rise; some parents left the area while others came over to talk to me about school reading lists. The pillow pets were being picked up and put away when little Jon Hunter ran up to me.
"Mr. Emmett, can I check out that book?" he stated, pointing to the book in my hand that I just finished reading to the group of his peers.
"Sure, Jon did you enjoy the story of the three little pigs?" I asked, getting up from my sitting position on the green sectional located in the children's area of the library. My 6' 5" frame didn't intimidate this kid. I could see the bravery and wonder all over his face when he'd ask me to come to the park and play football with his dad and uncles. Of course, I'd always declined.
"Oh, yes, I loved the big bad wolf! I don't know why the pigs were so mean to him. All he wanted was to play, but then they ran away from him." I liked this kid, he always made the stories I read at story-time his own.
"And how did you come to this conclusion exactly?" I asked squatting down next to him so that I could be closer to eye level with the six-year-old. "Well, Mr. Emmett, when the wolf walks up next to any of the pigs, before he could say anything, they run into their homes." I listened happily as his father started sneaking up behind him. "I think all he wanted to do was play. I know that's what I want to do whenever I walk up to a kid, but then they run away."
At that moment, Mr. Hunter picked up his son from behind. "It's the tickle monster and he's hungry!" I stood there smiling, watching father and son at play. Little Jon was so strong, brave, and smart for a kid surviving everything that he'd been through. His father told me once how thankful he was to me for not staring at his son but embracing him while encouraging his thoughts, instead of disregarding them.
He explained painfully about Jon's scars and burn marks on his face and lower body being a result of a fire when he was three years old. I knew there had to be more to the story because whenever I read a story about a mother and her children, he would always become so quiet and wouldn't come up to talk to me afterward.
Today was different; it was his birthday and I knew how much he loved animals, so I had something special I wanted to give him. The Hunters continued in their tickle war as I went around to the librarian's desk. I had 'borrowed' a family admission ticket to the local zoo that was left over from the SRP, also known as the Summer Reading Program.
"Happy Birthday, Jon!" I bellowed as they headed toward the desk to check out the book I'd read earlier. I handed Mr. Hunter the ticket, his eyes caught mine as a sincere "thank you" left his lips while he kneeled to tell Jon what I gave him. After a big thank-you hug, they went on their way, and it was time for me to switch and head to the Information/Computer Assistance area of the library.
My glasses were a little smudged so I removed them as I continued up the stairs to the third floor. The day was normal like any other and I couldn't wait until lunch, which was in the next hour. My hand was starting to hurt and I had forgotten to take my pill this morning.
Once I checked in at the desk, I did my usual walk-around. I liked to scope out the situation. I noticed some computers had been completely shut down and a massive pile of books needed to be in-housed before being re-shelved. Carrying those back up front, I took my time, realizing I'd left my glasses on the counter. Watching my large feet as I walked behind the desk, I didn't see anyone standing there looking and waiting for me.
However, I could feel someone watching me. In my peripheral, a shadow moved. "Good morning, how can I help you?" I stated my usual greeting before looking up.
"How are you this morning, Emmett?"
My heart stopped as I heard my name tumble from his lips. I stood slowly, letting my eyes trail along the desk before seeing his long fingers tapping against the counter. My eyes continued with their assessment, eventually halting at his broad shoulders before landing on his spellbinding eyes. Standing before me was a god among men. I recognized him as being tall-even though we were about the same height and fit, even though I had the body of (The Rock, a girlfriend had once said) and strong, even though I could bench press 350 pounds easily and not break a sweat. He was in a gray suit this week, with sleek lines and a polished red tie. His blond hair was almost white under the fluorescent lights. His teeth glimmered as his plumped lips stretched over them, forming a beautifully wide smile.
His unique cobalt-blue eyes glanced at my name tag as he always did, as if he hadn't been coming into the Whitlock Public Library once a week like clockwork for the past five months.
I gulped as I straightened up. "How are you today, Sir?" I looked down for my glasses, but they weren't where I'd left them.
He waited until I glanced up to gaze deeply into my eyes before the words slipped slowly and purposely from his mouth, "I'm fine, thank you for asking, Emmett."
He always said it after every sentence-my name-at least that's what it felt like when he spoke to me. At first, I didn't really pay attention, but as time went on, I started noticing how his voice would go deeper when pronouncing my name. At least, I thought so, but it could just have been my mind playing tricks on me, imagining something that really wasn't there.
I began moving the papers around which were already scattered on the desk, still trying to locate my glasses. I knew I must have looked crazy to this refined man in front of me, but I always felt at a disadvantage when I was around him; not having 20/20 vision did not help, either.
"Uh-um." He cleared his throat as I rose to address him. There, in his hand, being cradled by his long thick fingers, were my rimless eyeglasses. Reaching for them, I whispered, "Thank you so much, Sir!" His fingers - how would I describe them? They were warm and felt as smooth as butter. I shuddered a little from the touch and I swear I saw his lip twitch.
Placing the frames upon my face, I could make him out clearly; even the scar on his right cheek couldn't hide Sir's beauty.
Sir was his name, to me, since I helped him once after coming back from my vacation leave. Ever since then, he'd always asked for me personally for assistance. I never wanted to be nosy and find out his real name. I guess I loved the mystery of this handsome stranger. He always needed aid on the computer; help finding a book or assistance with using the electronic card catalogue when he'd come in. You'd think that my substantial size would seem threatening to a man like him but, sadly wasn't.
"So, I need a little assistance today, Emmett. I need to know how to get onto the Craigslist to place an ad for my company."
I know it's crazy-this man is 15 years my senior, maybe older, but I wanted him to never ask me anything. I was completely uncomfortable around him. The growth of my dick every time he looked at me proved that. Every time I leaned over or sat next to him while he was on the computer, he never even looked at what I was doing. He'd just gaze at my face.
I recognized that he would be a problem the very first time I helped him, but I didn't think a one-time thing would turn into five months. I had it bad for him, but I'd never act on it. I never planned to go down the road of relationships ever again. A shiver ran through my body as I forced the memories from resurfacing; I was the male version of a spinster, and I planned on keeping it that way. I am only two months away from leaving this job to pursue my Master's in Early Childhood Psychology and Education.
It was the thought of serving children like Jon Hunter that helped me keep my eyes on the prize and my cock in my pants. And no man-not even Sir-would keep me from my goals. My little pep talk helped as I took a much needed deep breath, accidentally inhaling his scent.
Damn, he smells good, I growled.
Composing myself, I turned from behind the desk. "Okay, do you have your library card so we can go and get started?"
He glanced towards the elevators before answering my question. "Yes, I do, but first we need to wait for my wife; she's on her way up."
I spun around, surprised. I never would have thought that this man-with his Adonis body and chiseled face-was actually straight.
You trick your lovers,
That you're wicked and divine,
