A/N: This smuttake is a birthday present for the very lovely sadtomato. Her birthday seemed like an excellent excuse to revisit these boys as the Twi fandom is where we started our beautiful ho-mance. Big love.

This outtake fits in the timeline between chapters 4 and 5. It's the first time we get to see what's going on in Riley's head. Unsurprisingly most of his thoughts are centred around Emmett and are pretty dirty.

RPOV

I kick off my shoes as I get in the door, hanging up my jacket and dumping my schoolbag in the hallway. I notice that Emmett's stuff is there too so he must have beaten me home today, but the apartment is silent and there's no sign of him.

I head through to the living room and collapse on the couch. I had a long-assed day today, back to back classes, and I even worked through lunch in the library to finish an assignment that's due in tomorrow. I grab the remote and switch the TV on, flipping channels and ending up on some crappy game show. I lie back and let my mind wander as I watch, starting to feel drowsy almost immediately.

As usual, I end up thinking about Emmett.

Everything in our apartment makes me think of him, and most of my thoughts are dirty. Our relationship is still such a novelty, I sometimes have to pinch myself to actually believe that Emmett - who I always thought was straight - is now basically my boyfriend. We haven't actually used that word yet, but since New Years when we came out to our friends, that's exactly what we are. And I'm totally fucking crazy about him.

I had a crush on him right from the first time we met. What bi-boy wouldn't? I mean Emmett's seriously hot. He's really tall and broad, and just so built. As soon as I saw him I wanted to climb him like a tree. I didn't make any secret of the fact that I found him attractive, and he was cool with that. But at the same time he made it clear that he didn't swing my way, and I believed him until that whole crazy thing with the corset happened - I've never been so happy to lose a bet in my life.

Emmett's been amazingly receptive for a dude who thought he was straight. Sometimes I worry that he misses boobs and pussy; but he assures me that my cock and ass more than make up for the parts I'm missing, and that I give better head than any girl he's ever been with. Sex with him is amazing, and the fact that we were best friends before we started fucking just makes it all the more intense. If I'm honest with myself, I'm pretty sure that I'm in love with him, but I don't know if he's ready to hear that yet so I'm keeping it to myself for now. Just being with him is enough.

I'm starting to yawn and my eyelids are beginning to droop. But before I can doze off, I'm jerked back into wakefulness by the sound of Emmett's key in the door.

"Hey," I call out as I hear him coming down the hallway.

"Hey," he replies with a grin.

He's clad in running shorts and a tank, all breathless and sweaty and looking like one of my teenage wet dreams. He flops over and touches his toes, stretching out the back of his legs as he groans. My cock really likes that sound, but the view would be even better if he had his back to me.

"Turn around, babe," I smirk.

He straightens up and looks at me knowingly. "Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm," I lick my lips and drag my eyes over his body, drinking him in. His cheeks are flushed with color and his short dark curls are slick with sweat around his hairline.

"I'm done with leg stretches," he shrugs, his grin teasing. "But I was gonna do some push ups next."

Soundsgoodtome.

"Don't let me stop you," I gesture at the floor between the coffee table and the TV.

"I can go and do them in my room," he's blatantly teasing me now. "I don't want to get in your way."

"McCarty," I glare at him. "Get down and give me fifty, right-the-fuck-now."

He strips his shirt off slowly and deliberately and I watch as his chiseled abs and broad muscular chest are revealed. He balls the shirt up and wipes the sweat off his brow before chucking it at my head. "Help me count then," and he drops to the floor and begins.

I lose count straight away, because I'm so entranced by the muscles bulging and clenching in his back as he lifts his body up and down rhythmically. I briefly consider trying to crawl underneath him, but then decide that watching is good enough for now. I sniff at his shirt a little while I watch, because it smells of fresh sweat and Emmett and it turns me the fuck on.

"I think that's forty," his voice is tight with strain.

"Uh... yeah," I agree. I have no fucking idea. Whatever. I could watch this all day. He counts down the last few through gritted teeth and then kneels facing me, stretching his triceps out, breathing hard again. I adjust my cock blatantly in my jeans, making sure that he notices. His eyebrows flicker but he doesn't say anything.

"What next?" I ask innocently.

"Crunches." He's already moving, stretching out on his back with his hands behind his head, knees bent as he curls his body up.

"It's tiring just watching you," I'm palming my dick now, feeling it growing harder under my hand as my eyes linger on his abs. They're so fucking tight and perfect. I want to lick them.

"Lazy fucker," his voice is teasing. "Wouldn't do you any harm to join me for a run once in a while."

"Oh... I prefer to get my workouts in more creative ways." My fingers are unbuttoning my jeans now, they're feeling a little tight and I need to relieve some pressure. I shiver with pleasure as my fingers curl around the hot skin of my my dick as I start to stroke myself.

"Yeah?" Emmett's voice is husky and I can tell from the bulge in his shorts that my flirting is affecting him - as always. He finishes his set of crunches and stretches out, his arms over his head for a moment as his breathing settles.

"You done now?" I can hear the impatience in my voice although I try to hide it.

"Nearly." He stands and goes to get his weights from the corner of the room. "Just a few sets with these." He grins at me, enjoying my admiration. "It takes effort to keep looking this good you know."

I'm flushed with arousal now. I sit up and strip my t-shirt off, then lean back to watch him again. I tease my nipples lightly with my fingertips, stroking my cock slowly with my other hand as Emmett runs through some shoulder presses and bicep curls. I run my thumb lightly over the tip, teasing myself deliciously as I stare at him, enjoying the show. "So fucking hot, Em," I mutter. "And you know it, you smug bastard."

His eyes rove over my body and drop to my hand, wrapped around my dick. "You're pretty hot yourself."

He finishes his set and goes to put the weights back down, bending enticingly as he does it and I can't wait anymore. He'd better be fucking finished. I jump up off the couch, shoving my pants down along with my underwear and kicking them aside, and stalk across the room naked to tackle him. I'm on him before he even turns back to face me, hands sliding around his waist to run over the hot, damp skin of his belly and chest, feeling every perfectly defined muscle. He hums his appreciation and I kiss along his shoulder and up to the nape of his neck. He smells so perfectly musky and masculine and delicious. I want to touch and taste him everywhere.

"Come here," I turn him around, my hands already on his shorts, pushing them down. He toes off his running shoes and kicks off his shorts. I kneel down to strip his socks off his feet and he slaps his erection deliberately against my cheek, smearing me with wetness. The scent of his cock is hot and strong and I want it in my mouth. I turn my head, catching him between my lips and swallow him down - no teasing, no gentle build up. I want him hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water, and I take him as deep as I can, making him shudder and groan as his fingers twist painfully in my hair.

"Fuck..." he gasps out. "Jesus, Riley."

I suck him until the spit is pooling in my mouth, leaking out of the corners and my throat is aching. He clings to my hair and I feel his legs trembling, but I pull away before he comes and he hisses as I release him. His cock is dark red and wet and so fucking hard. I feel mean stopping when he's obviously so close, but I have plans for that dick, and I'm pretty sure he'll be on board with them.

"Get on the floor," I order. "On your back... no touching!"

I practically sprint to my room and grab a condom and some lube from my drawer, ripping the condom packet open and shedding the wrapper as I rush back to the living room. Emmett's lying on the floor with his hands behind his head, cock standing up against his abs as he waits for me.

I don't waste any time.

I straddle him and roll the condom down his length as far as it will go. It's always a stretch. I pump him a few times, but he's still hard as a rock. "Hurry up," his voice is husky and urgent. "I wanna be inside you."

"I know, baby," I straddle his chest, pushing my cock towards his lips. "But I need a little prepping first before I sit on that big dick of yours." He opens up for me and I thrust gently into his mouth as I slick my fingers and reach around to get myself ready for him. He helps, getting his fingers slick from mine, and it's a little awkward but feels fucking incredible. By the time we've got two of his fingers and one of mine inside, I have to pull out of his mouth otherwise I'm in danger of coming before gets his cock inside me. "I'm ready now."

I shuffle back and lower myself down onto his cock as he holds himself steady for me. Even after our combined efforts, I feel the stretch and burn as his cock opens me up, reaching deep inside as I take him all in. Emmett's big all over and his cock is perfectly in proportion to the rest of him, he reaches places that other cocks never touched. I ease down slowly as he grips my hips, patient, only the tension in his jaw gives away how much he needs to fuck me. My hands are flat on his chest, taking my weight until I'm all the way down. I feel his thighs against my ass, his cock buried deep, and I relax into it, leaning forward for a moment to kiss him. The kiss is sweet, tongues moving together slowly as I start to rock gently and he begins to curve his hips up to meet each movement. He gasps into my mouth as I begin to clench deliberately around him, squeezing him tight as I lift up, welcoming him back deep inside with each lowering of my hips.

I leave his lips reluctantly but we both need more, and this position doesn't give me enough control. I sit up again and ride him hard now, our skin slapping together as I slam down on him, making him groan and clutch at my thighs, his fingers digging in as he fucks up into me over and over.

"Fuck... yeah..." he gasps and I know he can't hold out much longer. Frankly I'd be offended if he did. My dick is rock hard and bouncing around, dribbling pre-cum like a faucet and I know that a couple of strokes is all it'll take.

"I'm close, baby," I assure him. "You can come."

That's all he needs, and his fingers tighten impossibly on my thighs as his hips jerk up, and I feel him pulsing and twitching inside me as he shouts out his release. I grab my cock and pump it hard as he comes, feeling my balls draw up as the pleasure builds and rises...

And then I'm coming too, splashing Emmett's beautiful abs with hot, white stripes as I quake and shudder, falling apart. His huge hands are on my ribcage now, supporting me as my body goes limp. He lowers me gently down onto his chest, his cock still buried inside me, and I feel my cum, sticky between us as where our skin touches. He wraps his powerful arms around me and holds me close, his nose in my hair as we catch our breath and he softens inside me.

"Fuck," I murmur when I've got my breath back. "I'm dead now."

His chest vibrates against my cheek as he laughs. "How do you think I feel?"

"Aw, come on," I tease. "You just lay there while I did all the work... so now we've both had our exercise for the day."

"Come on then," he pushes me up effortlessly and I ease myself off him, legs wobbly with exertion and orgasm. I collapse on my back beside him while he pulls the condom off and knots it, scrubbing his hands through the drying cum on his belly. "I think it's time for a shower."

"I'm too tired to move," I whine. "I'm just gonna lie here for a minute."

"No you're not." Emmett picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, slapping my butt as he carries me down the hallway. "You're covered in jizz, and I need you to scrub my back for me, so no arguments."

I giggle and wriggle and can feel my dick getting hard again already just from the tingle of that slap. A shower with Emmett suddenly doesn't sound like such a bad idea after all.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into Riley's mind.