A/N: I had this story idea in early August and I started it, but I had so much going on so I didn't pay it much attention.
I'm having writer's block again, but I've been really itching to write so I decided that I should revisit some unfinished stories.
This plot was always one of my favorites and I saw that I had a little over 300 words written and decided to just write and see what happened.
I wrote for about 3 days and I'm kind of proud of how this turned out, it's not my absolute best writing, but it's definitely better quality than what I've been writing lately.
Anyway, I hope that everyone will enjoy this and I love and cherish every single review that I get, you guys are truly the best and I love you all so much!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with Stephenie Meyer's characters.
Top Of The World
James' POV
"Current senator Esme Cullen says that she is confident that she will be re-elected to congress. She plans to run her campaign the same way that she has in past years. She says that she is still pushing a 'family friendly, conservative' message and that she plans to win voters over by just being honest and trustworthy," A random correspondent on the TV reports.
"Is she serious? Esme Cullen is a total bitch," My mom, Victoria comments.
I turn the channel. "She's not my favorite person in the world, but I wouldn't go that far."
"That woman is racist and homophobic, you're gay and your stepfather is black, how can you defend her?" My mother wonders.
"I'm not defending her, I'm just friends with one of her sons and if he turned out ok, I figure she must have at least one redeeming quality," I explain.
"I suppose you're right," She agrees.
I kiss my mom on the cheek. "I'm going to finish my homework and go to bed. Good night."
"Good night, sweetie," My mother replies with a smile.
I walk upstairs and close my door once I'm in my room. I take a deep breath before sitting at my desk and finishing my homework for Pre-Calculus and English IV. I make a quick trip downstairs to heat up my dinner and then I take a brief shower. My phone rings as soon as I'm walking out of my bathroom and drying off. It's a little after 11:30 p.m. so I already know who's calling me.
"I don't think it's a coincidence that you're calling while I'm still naked," I tease.
"I do seem to have a sixth sense when it comes to that," Emmett jokes.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping? Don't you have football early in the morning?" I ask.
"I would normally be at least laying in my bed, but I just got in from a late dinner with my family," He explains.
"How was it?" I wonder.
He pauses. "The food was good, but I can't really stand being around my family right now."
"You know that you can stay here if it ever comes down to it," I remind him.
"Thanks. I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed," Emmett tells me.
"Do you feed that line to all of your boyfriends?" I taunt.
"Only the ones that I love," Em retorts.
"I love you and I'll see you tomorrow," I state.
"I love you too," He repeats.
My alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. and I curse Emmett for having football practice so damn early. I always meet him at school after practice is over because there aren't a lot of people at school yet so we can pretty much hang out freely. It's a bit too early for me to eat so I just get dressed, grab my things and head to school. Sometimes I help Emmett with his homework so we always meet in the library. Emmett's sitting alone at a table with his reading glasses on when I find him.
"Your glasses are so fucking hot," I compliment as I lean in to kiss him.
Emmett hesitates. "Come on James, we're in public."
"We're alone in here and the school is almost deserted," I argue.
"I know, but I just have to be extremely careful," He explains.
I sigh. "Fine."
"Don't pout," Emmett reprimands.
"I just feel like you're ashamed of me," I admit.
Emmett holds my face in his large hands. "I am not ashamed of you James and I'm not ashamed of us. I just know how much this election means to my mom and the rest of my family and I don't want to be the reason that she loses. I'm going to keep my promise and come out as soon as this election is over, ok? I love you and I don't like having to sneak around with you. I want everyone to know how lucky I am to have you."
"You always know what to say," I compliment.
"I know, it's why you love me," Em says with a smile.
"My parents are going out of town for a wedding and they'll be gone until tomorrow," I hint.
"Well I guess I'll have to stop by your house then," He replies with a wink.
"I'll make it worth your while," I promise.
"I'm sure you will," Emmett agrees.
He has a Physics test today so I help him study for it. My stomach growls and we start hearing voices outside of the door so it's time for us to separate and act like we don't know each other. It's so agonizing for me to lie and have to hide my relationship with Emmett. I pack up my belongings so I can meet my best friend Garrett in the cafeteria for breakfast. By the time my food is in front of me, I'm not even hungry anymore and I start playing with it.
"You're worried about something," Garrett observes.
"It's nothing," I deflect.
"You mean it's nothing that you want to talk about," He interprets.
"It's just a really long and complicated story," I answer.
Garrett takes a slice of my bacon. "If you can't tell long and complicated stories to your best friend, who can you tell them to?"
"It's not just my secret that I'm telling," I explain.
"So make up a name for this anonymous person," He suggests.
"I'm seeing someone that isn't out yet—"
"Do I know him? Does he go here?" Garrett asks animatedly.
"Lower your voice, Gar! This is private so I'm not telling you who he is. Anyway, I've kinda been seeing him for a while and I love him a lot. I'm just tired of feeling like his dirty little secret. He says that he's going to come out, but I just don't know if I believe him. I'm really not sure what I should do. I know there's a saying, 'True love waits', but I don't know how much longer I can wait," I tell him.
"Will you break up with him if he doesn't come out?" He wonders.
"Of course not, I'm just really frustrated," I clarify.
"I'm assuming that you told him how you feel," Garrett surmises.
"Yes and he always tells me that he's going to come out. I want to believe him, but he just sounds like a broken record to me," I reply.
"The best advice that I can give you is to continue waiting. If he loves you as much as you love him, he'll come out eventually," He assures me.
"Thanks, Garrett, I really needed to get that off of my chest," I confess.
"It's what best friends are for," Garrett says.
Emmett's POV
I'm really glad that the day has flown by. I'm going to speak to my family for a little bit and then I'm going to spend the night with James. I have an extra outfit in the gym bag that I use for football, so I don't have to worry about packing anything. I grab a few random text books and binders though since I'm using the pretense of studying at a friend's house. My three siblings and my parents are sitting on the couch when I enter the living room.
"Going somewhere?" My father, Carlisle wonders.
"Just over a friend's house to study and do some homework," I lie smoothly.
"I want you home by 10:30," My mother, Esme tells me.
"Why do you want me home so early?" I complain.
"I want us to have a family breakfast tomorrow. You're either up very early when you have practice or you sleep in when you don't have practice. We never get to see you in the mornings anymore," She explains.
"Ok, I'll be back at 10:30 sharp," I respond.
I say goodbye to everyone and then I head to my Jeep. I have to stop and get some gas because James lives on the other side of town about forty minutes away. I look at my watch and it's close to 5:30 by the time that I ring his doorbell. He answers the door shirtless and I lick my lips at the sight of his bare chest. He steps aside so that I can come in and then he locks the door behind me.
"Nice shirt," I joke.
James smiles. "I just got out of the shower."
"I can't spend the night because my mom wants me home at 10:30," I tell him.
"Well I'll order some pizza and then I'll let you have your way with me," He remarks with a wink.
I turn on his TV and relax on his couch while he orders the pizza. When he's finished making the phone call he cuddles next to me. I securely wrap my arms around him and give him a chaste kiss. This is one of the few times that we can be together openly and we're not cramped in the back of my Jeep. We're comfortable and enjoying watching Family Guy when the doorbell chimes. James gets up and pays for the pizza.
"I'm starving," I comment.
"Me too," James agrees.
We don't even bother with plates, we just open our separate boxes and dig in to our Meat Lover's pizza. James eats five pieces and stops because his stomach hurts. I devour all eight of my slices and I'm still not completely full. He grabs a bottle of water for himself and a can of Coke for me. Now that that appetite is sated, it's time for us to fulfill a different kind of hunger that we have. I lean forward and capture James' mouth in a sweet kiss.
"My room," He utters between kisses.
I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to his room. I barely have the door closed before I'm attacking his mouth again. I will never grow tired of how supple his lips are or the way his mouth automatically parts for my tongue. He tastes like sausage, pepperoni and a flavor that's uniquely James. I run my hands down his smooth chest and my fingers stop at the button on his jeans. I start to unbutton his pants and I'm surprised when he stops me.
"Take your time," James whispers in my ear.
He walks over to his bed and I join him. He slowly pulls my t-shirt over my head and he laces kisses from my neck down to my nipples. I bite my lip in pleasure when he sucks one nipple into his mouth and pinches the other between his thumb and middle fingers. I lay back so that he can straddle me and take control. He plans kisses further down and his mouth stops where the trail of dark blonde hair ends.
"Fucking tease," I taunt.
He smiles and I lift my hips so that he can slide my shorts off. My hard, pre-cum slick cock pops free and James gently blows on the head. I yell out something inarticulate and I can barely remember my name. He gives a long lick from base and tip before focusing on my sensitive underside. I dig my nails into his shoulders when his tongue brushes my frenulum. He hasn't actually sucked my cock yet and I already feel like I'm going to blow my load.
"I'm going to cum if you don't stop," I admit humiliated.
"Am I that good or…" He trails off with a smirk.
"You're that damn good," I stroke his ego.
I ask him to stand up quickly since that will be the easiest way to rid him of his pants. I lay his naked body back down on his bed and I climb between his parted legs. I know that James wants me to slow things down, but I can't help hastily taking his dick into my mouth. I moan at the taste of clear fluid that's flooding my mouth and the vibration causes James to groan loudly in pleasure. I manage to get all seven inches of him down my throat and his body jerks in ecstasy.
"Fuck!" He exclaims in a breathy tone.
James runs his fingers through my short hair and I feel myself grow harder at the gratifying sounds coming from his mouth. I delicately scrape my teeth against the underside of his cock and he loudly moans my name. I can tell by the way that James' eyes are rolling into the back of his head that he's close to cumming. I massage his balls and squeeze them just a little bit. His back arcs and he lets out a small warning before he cums in my mouth.
"Holy shit, Em!" James praises as he catches his breath.
"Love you too," I reply smugly.
"I love you more," He says matter-of-factly.
I nervously scratch my neck. "I forgot to bring a condom and I know that you don't have any so…"
"It's ok, I completely trust you," James sincerely tells me.
"Are you sure? Because I can go to the store—"
He interrupts me. "Just shut up and fuck me, Emmett."
He reaches over to his nightstand and hands me the bottle of lube. He positions a pillow behind his head and he gets into a comfortable position. I coat two of my fingers with a plentiful amount of lube and I slowly penetrate his tight entrance. His body tenses a little so I attempt to distract James by kissing him. When his body relaxes, I slip another finger inside and move them deeper.
"I'm ready," James announces.
I remove my fingers and add a little more lube before bringing them to my stiff dick. I slide just the head inside of him and I groan at the feel immediately. The sensation of James wrapped around me, sans condom is beyond incredible. I have to stop for a few seconds once I'm completely buried inside so I can last longer than five minutes. I pull out completely and push back in at a steady pace.
"So good," I mutter.
I check James' face for any signs of pain or discomfort and when I don't see any, I start pounding into him vigorously. He lets out a surprised gasp, but the look in his eyes is one of pure bliss. I change the angle of my hips just a little until I'm hitting his prostate and I feel him growing hard again. Without slowing my thrusts, I snake my hand in between our stomachs and wrap it around James' cock.
He digs his nails into my back. "You're driving me fucking crazy."
It only takes three more pumps of my hand until James is screaming my name and coming completely undone beneath me. He looks utterly relaxed, content and I feel myself tipping over the edge when he fixes his clear blue eyes on mine. My body shudders and trembles as I paint James' insides with my cum. I collapse on top of him and he just drapes his strong arms around my sweaty body.
"God, James… that was…" I trail off incoherently.
"Absolutely amazing," James finishes my statement.
I look at my watch. "Damn, it's almost 8:00 already."
"We should probably shower so you won't be late getting home," He suggests.
I don't feel like moving from my current position just yet so I just idly run my fingers through James' hair. I can't wait until this election is over so I can freely be with James. I love being with him and I really wish that I didn't have to leave. He makes me get up at 8:15 and I drag him into the shower with me. I'm not sure how clean we are by the time we step out of shower because we spent most of the time making out.
"Text me before you go to bed," James requests.
"Of course," I respond.
He walks me to his door and gives me one final hug and kiss before I go. I still have the taste of him on my tongue by the time I'm home and in my bed. I check my e-mail and Facebook page before I yawn. I turn my computer and lights off and reach for my BlackBerry. I send James a quick text saying good night and that I love him. I put my phone on my charger and turn all of the alerts off after James replies back.
I curse when my mom wakes me up in the morning. I contemplate rolling over and going back to sleep, but the stern look on her face makes me forget that idea. I tell her that after I take a ten minute shower I will join the rest of the family for breakfast. Once I'm dressed I head down stairs and I groan when I see that the TV is on the news; it's the only channel that they seem to watch. I search for the remote and I'm getting ready to turn the channel when a picture of my mother pops up in the corner of the screen.
"2010 has been a year full of political scandals and it looks like Esme Cullen can add one more to the list," A female journalist reports.
"Mom, what is she talking about?" My younger sister Alice asks.
"I have absolutely no clue," My mom replies as she turns up the television.
"We received pictures from an anonymous source of Mrs. Cullen's oldest son, Emmett engaging in sexual activities with an unidentified male," The reporter reveals.
I feel sick to my stomach when they flash a few pictures from last night of James and I being intimate on the screen. Of course the picture aren't explicit, mainly just us kissing and one of us cuddling on his bed. My mom drops the glass pitcher of orange juice that she was holding and everyone else is staring at me. The reporter continues on saying how the pictures could be detrimental to my mother's campaign. I shoot my adopted brother Jasper a sad smile when he turns the television off.
"Mom—" I begin.
She cuts me off. "There's absolutely nothing that you can say."
"It's really early, maybe you can make a statement or something to clean up this mess," My father proposes.
She laughs bitterly. "A statement that says what exactly? That my son is just confused and experimenting? Maybe that he's just rebelling because he can? Perhaps I'll just pull a Sarah Palin and ignore the fact that my child clearly doesn't share the same values that I have. Maybe I should just do a press conference and admit that my son is a fucking faggot!"
Alice gasps. "Mom! I know that you're royally pissed right now, but you don't have to be such a bitch!"
"Everyone just shut up and relax!" My father yells, trying to keep the peace.
"I'm not hungry and I don't feel like cooking, there's cereal in the cupboards," My mom tells us in an emotionless tone.
She walks upstairs and my father follows her. He asks my brother Edward to clean up the glass and the orange juice that my mom dropped and he nods silently. Jasper offers me some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but I kindly decline because my appetite is completely gone. I'm too numb to actually feel any of the multiple emotions that I should be feeling. I go upstairs to grab my things for school and I stop at the table in the dining room before I leave the house.
"Tell her that I'm sorry," I say to none of my siblings in particular.
"Everything is going to be ok, Em," Alice assures me.
I kiss her on the forehead. "I doubt it, but I love that you're an optimist."
She gives me a hug and I tell her that I'll see her later. It's still kind of early so James should still be at his house. I have to see him right now because I need him. I'd call or text, but I don't know exactly what to say. It didn't feel like I was speeding, but when I look at the time as I knock on his door I realize that it only took me twenty-five minutes to get here. James has a piece of toast in his hand when he answers the door.
"Have you watched the news?" I ask him.
He raises an eyebrow. "No, was I supposed to?"
"Where are your parents?" I interrogate.
"They're upstairs getting dressed, what's going on?" James wonders.
I see a tall black man coming down the stairs and he looks at the two of us awkwardly. He's staring at me and I can tell that he's watched the news or maybe even seen the photos on the internet. He doesn't seem upset though so I take a deep breath and try to relax as much as I can. If I wasn't so stressed I would find the confused look on James' face cute. I want to fill him in about everything, but no words will come out of my mouth.
"Are you the one from the pictures? Emmett Cullen?" James' stepfather questions.
"Yes," I answer.
"What pictures, what am I missing?" James desperately wants to know.
His stepfather sighs. "Someone took some very personal photos of you and Emmett and they leaked them to the press."
"W-What?" James replies.
"The pictures are from last night," I add.
"That's not possible," James denies.
"How are the two of you? Are you going to be ok?" His mother wonders as she descends the stairs.
"My mom pretty much hates me, but other than that…" I trail off.
"I'm terribly sorry that this happened, if there's anything that I can do, Emmett, you just tell me," James' mother genuinely tells me.
"That means a lot Mrs. Taylor," I express my gratitude.
"Please, call me Victoria. This is my husband Laurent," She introduces with a sweet smile.
"It's very nice to meet both of you. I'm beyond embarrassed that we're meeting under these circumstances though," I candidly remark.
Laurent shakes my hand. "My son has never been this happy and I'm pretty sure that you're the cause of it. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
James throws his toast away because he's not hungry anymore. I offer to drive him to school and he accepts. We say goodbye to his parents and we leave. The ride to school is silent and James starts to look really pale. I ask him if he's going to be sick and he says that he's fine. I shake my head in disdain when I see that there are vans and cameras in front of the school. I quickly unlock James' door for him and sneak into the back entrance.
"Are you sure that you're ok?" I check.
"I'm fine," He promises.
I peck him on the cheek. "I'll see you in English then."
Despite what James says, there's definitely something wrong with him. He's quiet in English, Spanish and during lunch. I finally get him to talk when I'm driving him home after school; his tone is detached and melancholy though. His parents are cooking in the kitchen when we make it to his house and they frown when their eyes land on James. I offer to help with the cooking and surprisingly so does James.
Victoria washes her hands. "How bad was school?"
"No one really said anything," I respond.
"That's because they know you can kick their ass," James theorizes.
"True," I agree.
"Do you have any idea who sent the pictures?" Laurent asks.
"The Denali's have never liked my family and their mom is also running for senator," I hypothesize.
"They definitely have motive," Victoria concurs.
"It's my fault," James blurts out.
I grab his hand. "I knew you were going to blame yourself for this, it's not your fault though."
"Yes, it is. I hired a photographer to take photos of us and leak them," James confesses.
A/N: I hope that everyone is enjoying their holiday break and I hope that everyone has a very Happy New Year!
I kind of love cliffhangers and this is probably one of my favorites that I've written.
I promise there will be at least one more chapter so please don't throw virtual rocks or tomatoes at me!
I have a lot of free time thanks to Christmas break, but of course I don't really have the inspiration to do it now.
I hope that I'll ride this hot streak and continue writing; I hope to have something else posted before my break is over.
Cross your fingers though because one minute I feel like writing and then I don't so I may or may not actually post anything.