XXX CHAPTER 28 XXX

Emmett checked his phone for the fourth time since arriving at Edward's front door. Yep, it was still 3:26 a.m. His feet should've turned toward the driveway, should've carried him back to the stupid car that drove him here at this ungodly hour, should've pushed the gas pedal until his ass was safe and sound in his own parking spot twenty-five miles away from Edward's front stoop.

But none of that was happening. He was here, and he was staying. The only question burning a hole through his brain was whether to call Edward on the phone or ring the doorbell. Emmett searched his memory for the doorbell tone. Was it one of those obnoxious Winchester Cathedral chimes or something less abusive? He wanted to wake Edward, not scare the crap out of him.

"Fuck it!" Emmett's knuckles took charge of the situation, rapping softly against the thick walnut. "C'mon, c'mon . . ." Shimmying through the bushes like a common burglar casing the joint, Emmett peered through the living room window. No movement.

"Dammit!" Emmett shuffled back to the door and knocked again with a little more force, scurrying into Peeping Tom mode with his heart pounding a samba in his chest. A light went on toward the back of the house, and Emmett bolted to the stoop, flicking off telltale scraps of leaf debris from his shirt and shorts.

A crackly voice floated through the front door. "Is somebody there?"

"Yes!" Brilliant, Emmett thought, shaking his head at his idiot self. "It's me."

"Emmett?" The door opened to a completely dazed, wild-haired, eye-rubbing, bare-chested Edward.

"Hey, you're wearing shorts!"

Edward squinted at him, then shook his head. "What time is it?"

"Um . . . it's pretty late . . . or early, depending on how you look at it. Three something?"

"Are you okay?"

Was he? His heart was racing, palms were sweating, and he'd been awake for twenty hours with the singular thought of this reunion playing through his mind—though not exactly like this. "I think so. Can I come in?"

"Of course." Edward stepped out of the doorway, watching Emmett suspiciously while scratching his long, sexy fingers through the wild mop on top of his head.

"I, um . . ." Emmett began, somewhat at a loss now that he was actually standing here. "I'm just now realizing this is completely inappropriate . . . and extremely embarrassing."

The fog of sleepy confusion lifted from Edward's eyes, and the beginnings of a grin appeared on his lips. "Is this a booty call?"

"It sounds so crass when you put it that way."

"How would you put it?"

Emmett stared into the intense green eyes he had not quite successfully conjured while they'd been apart. "I missed you."

"Jesus." Edward dropped his hand to his opposite arm. "I don't care what you say; I'm totally pinching myself."

"I have a better idea." Emmett launched himself at Edward, grabbing him at the scruff of his neck and locking him in place while Emmett crashed his mouth against the lips he'd been dreaming of nonstop since their first kiss.

Edward groaned when their tongues met, and Emmett was toast. One long, hard loaf of toast. A baguette. Desperate for contact, he slid one hand down Edward's back and yanked him in tight. A hand closed over Emmett's ass and squeezed. He opened his stance and hugged Edward's leg like a monkey climbing a tree.

This was all happening too fast and too rough, nothing like the smooth, romantic approach Emmett had fantasized for tomorrow morning: showing up at Edward's ten minutes before their agreed-upon time, a bottle of cabernet in hand to accompany their dinner, a soft kiss to start things off . . . no resemblance to the mauling that was going on here, not that Emmett had anything against a good mauling, but if he didn't slow things down, he was going to come in his shorts, and that was one no-hitter Emmett had no intention of throwing.

Loosening his grip on Edward's neck, Emmett drew back from their kiss and reluctantly put some space between their hips. "I really should apologize. I'm behaving like an animal here, and I can't quite seem to stop."

Edward's head tipped to one side as he gazed back at Emmett through glassy eyes. "Do you have any idea how many times you've come knocking at my door in my dreams?"

Emmett laughed and shook his head. Of course Edward would figure out a way to make this okay. "At three a.m.?"

Smiling, Edward reached for Emmett's hand, looking up shyly as he ran his thumb across Emmett's knuckles. "You really think I mind?"

He didn't act like a guy who minded; Emmett would give him that. Emmett looked down at their joined hands as a blush rose from the base of his neck. "So how does this dream end?"

"Oh," Edward said with a chuckle, "a wide variety of ways. How would you like it to end?"

Managing a grin, Emmett answered, "With a whole lot less clothes on."

Edward gave him a hungry once-over that shot straight to Emmett's groin. "How about I show you my bedroom?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

With a slight tug on Emmett's hand, Edward led him to the one room he hadn't seen before. A king bed centered between two windows took up most of the floor space. One side of the bed was completely mussed, blankets and sheets untucked and pillow askew, while the other side could've met the toughest drill sergeant's standards.

"I guess we know which side is yours," Emmett said, nerves shaking the humor out of his voice.

"I'm flexible." Letting go of Emmett's hand, Edward reached for the lamp on his nightstand.

"Wait—leave it on."

By the looks of the kid-in-the-candy-store expression on Edward's face, he was more than okay with it.

Emmett stepped into the light, cupped Edward's cheek, and stared into his eyes as long as he could before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Edward stood stock still as Emmett's fingers trailed the length of his neck. The soft whir of air conditioning cut off, leaving the room silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Edward's eyes fluttered closed as Emmett's fingertips brushed across his shoulder and traced a random path traversing light and shadow across his chest. Reminded of Edward's comment about his three chest hairs, Emmett smiled to himself. Even joking, Edward's accuracy was dead on.

Emmett was torn; while he desperately wanted to ogle the body he was finally free to explore, Edward's open-mouthed bliss was too compelling not to watch. You are so fucking hot, his heart was bursting to tell Edward, but Emmett swallowed the words—for now. He stepped closer to Edward's body, the hairs on their thighs just barely brushing. Emmett's fingers found the sharp points of Edward's nipples, and he pinched, catching Edward's moan with a gentle kiss.

Fully roused and aroused, Edward reached for Emmett's shirt, balling the fabric in his fists and yanking it up over his head. Edward paused to take in what he'd just uncovered, licked his lips, and swallowed hard.

Punch drunk on Edward's need, Emmett pushed him further. "My shorts are feeling a little tight all of a sudden. Mind helping me with that?"

Edward's gaze took a sudden dive to ground zero. Chomping down on the insides of his cheeks, he sucked in a deep breath and reached with shaky fingers for Emmett's hips. As if worried this was all too good to be true and Emmett might change his mind at any moment, Edward grasped the shorts and tugged them down in one swift motion. His eyes locked on the bulge pressing against Emmett's tight white briefs. "Oh god, this is happening," he said under his breath.

Yes, finally. "Touch me," Emmett said, sliding his hands to Edward's waist and rubbing his thumbs in short, soft arcs up and down Edward's sides.

Edward pulled in a deep breath and nodded while letting it go. He looked more like a guy preparing to dive head first off a craggy cliff than one about to caress his lover. "Here goes," he said out loud to himself before placing his fingertips low on Emmett's stomach.

A hiss escaped Emmett, followed by a soft chuckle. "That tickles."

"Sorry," Edward said. "Is it okay if I . . ." He trailed off with an embarrassed shake of his head.

"Edward." Emmett waited for Edward to turn his blushing face toward him. "Yes, it's okay. Whatever you want, just do it."

With a brief nod, Edward sank to his knees and pressed his mouth to Emmett's belly button.

"Fuck!" Emmett's knees wobbled as Edward's tongue swept across his skin. The man was drinking him in, one ab at a time, and moaning all the while as if he were devouring a hot fudge sundae. Emmett's hands moved through Edward's crazy hair, spurring more moans and groans. Emmett did his best to remain vertical while Edward devoured the contours of his "v," skating his tongue across the edge of Emmett's briefs when he reached the bottom, then licking his way up the other side and ending with a sloppy kiss at Emmett's left hip.

"You're killing me, Professor."

Edward stood, grinning widely as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "If you had any idea how long I've dreamt about doing that . . ."

"You know, I have a few dreams of my own."

Edward's eyebrows popped up. "About me?"

"Hell yes. Starting with your boxerjocks, or whatever the hell you called them. What's the deal with these shorts anyway?" Emmett plucked at the loose material hanging from Edward's hips while making sure his scowl couldn't be missed.

Edward chuckled. "I had to get the door, remember?"

"Edward, who the hell did you think was at the door at three-fucking-thirty in the morning?"

With a little gleam in his eye, Edward hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. "Do you want to yell at me some more, or do you want to see what color I picked tonight?"

Stepping back so he could see better, Emmett folded his arms over his chest. "Carry on."

In a sexy move that made Emmett picture Edward in front of a stripper pole, he swiveled his hips while inching down his shorts, revealing a second skin of bright blue barely concealing a beast of a hard-on Emmett was itching to grab. Edward's arms dropped to his sides as he endured Emmett's inspection without puffing up or flexing a single muscle.

"Wow."

Edward's modest, "Yeah?" drew Emmett's gaze up to Edward's blushing cheeks.

"Yeah," Emmett answered, stepping closer and grabbing Edward's hips. "Not that I don't appreciate what you're packing up front, but I really need to see the back."

Edward's eyes darkened with lust as Emmett's grip tightened on his hips. With a little push for encouragement, Edward spun around, glancing back over his shoulder. The bathing suit was mighty fine, but this was unquestionably better, Emmett decided even before his hands grabbed the ass cheeks driving him to madness. Letting out a soft moan, Edward closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto Emmett's shoulder.

Emmett's hands roamed and squeezed, and when the pressure in his groin was too much to take, he flexed his hips forward, rubbing his erection against the electric blue wonder shorts. Leaning back into Emmett's chest, Edward wriggled his ass, riding Emmett every which way.

Fighting the mounting tension, Emmett hissed into Edward's ear. "Fuuuck, the things I want to do to you!"

"Unh, the things I want you to do to me!" Edward answered frantically, lifting his arms and circling Emmett's neck.

"If you don't stop grinding on my cock right now, we're not gonna get to any of the good stuff," Emmett said, pushing Edward away from his crotch with a friendlier-than-friendly swat.

Edward spun around, radiating need from every pore. "This isn't the good stuff?"

Oh, Edward.

Emmett chuckled. "Why don't you get that little blue ass of yours up on the bed, and I'll show you what I had in mind."

Edward lunged for the bed, scrambled up toward the headboard, and flopped onto his back, blinking up expectantly at Emmett. Anticipation and restraint had their time and place, but that wasn't now, here in this room. Emmett climbed up after him and settled between Edward's knees. Locked on his gaze, Emmett placed his hands on Edward's ankles and slowly slid his hands up Edward's legs. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was Edward's only visible response.

Emmett reached the edge of Edward's boxers and slipped probing thumbs underneath the fabric, rising ever closer to the junction between his legs. Edward tensed under Emmett's fingertips, his runner's thighs tightening into steel bands just beneath the surface of his skin.

"Relax," Emmett whispered.

"Are you kidding me?" Edward's hands balled into tight fists around the sheets.

Chuckling softly, Emmett shook his head. "Okay, never mind," he said, swooping down and pressing his open mouth over the long lump in the tight undershorts. Exhaling warm, moist air over the surface, Emmett traced the length of Edward's erection with his lips and teeth.

"Ahh!" Edward yelped and bucked his hips. "Oh GOD!"

Ignoring Edward's squirming, Emmett circled his thumbs over Edward's balls, his fingers pressing further inside the boxers, meeting heated flesh.

"Emmett! Please!"

Emmett lifted his head and smirked at him. Sliding his palm between the fabric and Edward's skin, Emmett teased him with a feathery caress. "Please what?"

Please finish me off, Emmett imagined he might be thinking, or, please stop now before I blow my load!

But as usual, Edward surprised him by reaching out and giving Emmett's thigh a strong tug. "I want you too," he confessed, the raw need etched into his features.

Emmett was planning on waiting to get his, but there was no way he could deny the lust-filled eyes pleading up at him. "Greedy, greedy," Emmett teased, giving Edward's dick a goodbye squeeze as he slid his hands from the boxers. Scooting off the bed, Emmett hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. "I suppose you want me to take these off, too."

Edward leaned up onto his elbows, not about to miss a second of the show. "Yes, please."

Well aware that his comment would go completely ignored, Emmett said, "I have never been so turned on by perfect manners in my life." A veteran of locker rooms and communal showers, Emmett couldn't remember the last time he gave a thought to undressing, but then, nobody had ever looked at him the way Edward was looking at him right now—as if he'd waited half his life to see what was inside those briefs.

That naked-on-the-mound sensation struck him again as he lifted the elastic safely over his weeping cock. A huge smile spread across Edward's face, and he lifted his hips and shimmied out of his magical blue boxers as fast as Emmett had ever seen anyone do.

"Oh, Professor," Emmett said with a grin as he climbed back on the bed. "I think we are going to have ourselves some fun!"

"I'm already having fun," Edward said, sinking back into the mattress as Emmett spread his legs over Edward's head.

Giving his erection a nice, slow stroke, Emmett said, "Hmm, maybe you don't even need this."

With a ferocity Emmett had not seen from him before, Edward looped his arms around Emmett's thighs and yanked him down into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Okay, gimme a chance here!" Emmett dropped forward indelicately, managing to get his lips around Edward's cock.

Edward answered with a muffled "Mmmph," the hum buzzing around Emmett's engorged cock like a thousand tiny vibrators.

Concentration was becoming a struggle, and Emmett finally gave up when Edward's enthusiastic tongue was joined by the firm grip of his hands—one working his balls and the other pressing into his hole. He was giving poor Edward the worst blowjob ever, forgetting himself in the ecstasy and realizing long seconds later that he'd been nursing the penis in his mouth like an all-day sucker.

Emmett lapped at him enthusiastically, making up for lost time, but then Edward worked some new kind of voodoo on him, and Emmett feared he might accidentally bite down and do the guy some damage. I'll make it up to him, he promised himself as the pleasure mounted and Emmett finally succumbed to defeat, nuzzling his face into the base of Edward's cock while the sharp peak overtook him.

Emmett's entire being shook with the force of the orgasm ramming through his body, and there was no letting up of lips or tongue or fingers. His head exploded into a million pieces as he rode out the intense release. Once his breath returned, Emmett latched onto the waiting erection with renewed vigor. Edward had rocked his world, and he planned to return the favor.

By Emmett's estimation, Edward lasted all of thirty seconds. While Emmett coaxed out the last drops of his pleasure, Edward let out a strangled cry that made Emmett's spent cock twitch in solidarity. Emmett rolled off Edward's body and landed beside him like a tree that had just met the business end of an ax.

A faint, "Thanks," came from the vicinity of Emmett's feet.

"No, Edward, thank you."

A hand flopped over Emmett's ankles. "That was totally my pleasure," Edward said.

"So . . . wow," Emmett said, barely mustering the energy to speak, "now I'm wondering . . ."

"Yes?"

"Is that 69 in your screen name really for me? Because I have to say, you seem extremely passionate about the act."

Edward's tired laughter rippled its way down to Emmett's ears. "It's a very happy coincidence."

"How about turning off that light now? I'm beat."

With a dramatic groan Emmett was sure was entirely for his benefit, Edward leaned across Emmett's legs and reached for the lamp. Grinning slyly at the exhausted heap of man next to him, Edward asked, "You gonna stay down there all night?"

"It's starting to look that way."

A pillow flew through the air and landed on Emmett's face. The light went out. Sheets rustled at the opposite end of the bed. Another pillow plopped near Emmett's head. A warm man nestled beside him.

Emmett rolled onto his side and threw a leg across Edward's hip. "'Night, Professor."

"'Night, Sixty-nine."

Author's Note: There ya go. *smiles* I really am loving all your comments and wild imaginings about future scenes between these two. You guys could have this story going on forever...

XXX ~BOH