EPOV

"Dude! That's so not fair!" Emmett is beating me at Xbox for the third time today. It's fucking pissing me off that I taught him everything he knows, yet he's gotten increasingly better than me all winter.

I throw the controller down in disgust and instead reach for his guitar leaning against the living room wall. I usually get embarrassed to try and play anywhere but the bedroom but my parents are at a hospital dinner and Jasper is staying the night with a friend.

"Hey, do that one we like to do right now." Emmett gets a teasing gleam in his eye and jumps into a cheesy falsetto. "I will tryyyyy to fix you."

I laugh and start to pick out the first few strains of Coldplay. I'm still not very good but Emmett has taught me several popular songs after he masters them himself. Secretly though, I wish he'd just play his original stuff all the time. His voice is pretty amazing when he's not just screwing around.

"Lights will gui-ii-ii-iide you home." Emmett sings right in my fucking ear, so I elbow him hard in the gut.

"Shut up asshole. You're ruining it," I yell, pretending to be pissed.

"Asshole? Is that what you call your best friend? I'm so hurt, Edward." In a flash, Emmett rips the guitar from my hands, sets it on the couch, and tackles me to the floor. I'm caught so off guard that he has me on my stomach, face pressed into the carpet, with one arm squeezed behind my back before I can get my bearings enough to fight back.

I raise one foot off the floor to try to kick him in the ass and yell "Asshole!" over and over again, squirming in his grip.

"Take it back or I tickle." Fuck. Not the tickling. Every time he tickles me, my dick gets - fuck! He's digging his fingers into my sides mercilessly and telling me to take it back. I manage to get flipped over but he's still straddling me, and there's nowhere to go. I'm laughing hysterically and squirming and screaming for him to stop, when he freezes.

His body moves down closer to my own, and he adjusts his hips so that his cock is pressed next to mine. I gasp when I realize we're both hard.

"This is okay, yes?" Emmett asks, slowly moving against me. "You want to play?"

I eagerly nod my head yes, and he moves a bit more firmly. We're both wearing these really shiny basketball shorts, and they slide between us effortlessly but I kind of wish we were naked. The thought of his bare skin touching my own down there seems so hot. It only takes a few minutes before I'm afraid I might come so I reach my hands to Emmett's hips to slow him.

"Wait. I'm too close," I whisper.

"It's okay. I want you to." Emmett pulls my gaze up to his own and thrusts against me harder. "Feels so good."

Fuck. I give in and even start to move my hips up against his some. My head turned to the side, I'm staring at the wall, but when I feel his hand clench my shoulder, I turn forward to make sure nothing is wrong, and he's right there. Like nose to nose.

"Fuck," I whimper as he closes the short distance between us and kisses my lips. It's so soft, I'd have guessed it was the wind if my eyes were closed. On instinct, I push him away slightly. No way am I ready to kiss a dude.

But we keep grinding faster and faster and pretty soon all I can think about is kissing him while I come. My release imminent, I go for it. I grab the back of his neck, pull him down to me and plunge my tongue in his mouth. I thought it would be weird, kissing Emmett, but it's warm and comfortable, every bit as good as kissing a girl.