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SHANE POV

I knew he had a hot and muscular body, you could tell it just by looking at him. Even with his clothes on. However, I didn’t think it was that bloody hot and sexy. When he stripped and took off his t-shirt, I saw the muscles of his back and arms flexing and twisting in such an inviting way that I simply stared at him not giving half bollocks.

Emmett felt my gaze on him, I could tell from the way he moved around and from the way our eyes exchanged a quick and full look. He felt it on him, because I was bloody staring him.

Didn’t give a damn about it, though. Had to see him, had to enjoy the view. And it was a fucking hot view.

Emmett felt it again, my gaze, bloody hell, he did it, but this time simply pretended to not. That was something that bloody annoyed me about him.

He seemed a bit of a coward to me, someone that runs away easy and afraid of facing arse and issues, I don’t know, it was strange. Good thing he offered a shower, me balls were damn freezing and needed to stay a minute alone, to think.

I took a decision and whatever.

I wanted that man;

I wanted Emmett.

I felt that if I were to give up he would slip away and I would lose him for good. Was there anyway anything to lose here? Not yet.

When he showered, I sipped from his cup on purpose and had a look around.

No particular signs of girls living here, girlfriend or even wife. He didn’t have a ring, not that it really matters or mean anything. Emmett had the typical look of the solitary and lonely man, who enjoyed his loneliness. And, I think he enjoyed as well a bloody pathetic self-commiseration, given how sometimes he looked. Well, I was about to break it, if you know what I mean.

My gaze and observing him seemed to unnerve him; amn’t a dense lad, I see and feel things around me. So what? I kept staring at him and following every single step he took around the apartment, which was a very nice and clean apartment. If you lived with my uncle and auntie-fish-fingers-queen, you would understand what I mean.

He kept quiet and asked if I was hungry and wanted some pasta. Whatever, couldn’t care less about food right now. He was probably nervous or, more likely, he wanted to distract himself from me and push me away.

Too late, sham.

I decided it was time to act.

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We kept watching the game in silence, I wanted to ask him millions of things, but he had somehow shut himself in. Once he began to watch that fecking game, his eyes dulled and flew somewhere bloody far away, away from me.

So, I needed to touch him.

I laid my head on his laps and didn’t miss the intake of air he took. I knew I affected him, and not only because he had kissed me twice in the most hard and hot way I have ever experienced. I knew I affected him because he was aware of my presence; he reacted to that and to my provocations, to my arrogance. Oh, I could be bloody good at that, I could turn into a very annoying and teasing arrogant tool, till I got under your skin and you could not stand me anymore.

Provocations and challenging were the right way to make him react.

Emmett had beautiful eyes, but most of the time they were lifeless, empty, lost. But when I pressed the right button, they would sparkle like crazy flames. I liked that. He suddenly became alive and everything changed in him. I wondered what made him the way he was now.

Thinking over my punch, it was probably wise not pressing any further tonight, he proved to have a short fuse, even though he changed his mind at the last moment. Bloody hell, he got me so mad, when he dared to call me a spoilt brat I saw red and punched his damn face. Then he had the nerve to kick me out, what a tool. Just remembering that made me shiver in anger. When Emmett snatched away the phone and shut my mouth, I was in complete shock. Emmett had finally reacted in a normal way.

Now I felt him far and distant and I hated that. I wanted him only there for me.

I pushed myself up and shifted my palm on his cheek, turning his head towards me. He stared at me first a bit taken aback, then he sighed, not pleased with my sudden action.

I couldn’t give bollocks.

He took my hand, probably to pull it away, but I acted faster.

In a blink, I was straddling him and boring my eyes in his, now blazing and alive, burning of some inner light and pride, which I was very much enjoying. That’s what got me the first time we met at the park, that sparkle in his eyes and his sudden reactions when challenged, as if he couldn’t let a challenge pass by, as if he could not tolerate someone affronting him and let it go that easily.

That’s what I liked.

“Shane...” He began, his voice only a whisper, because I knew how I was already affecting him.

“Just shut up, Emmett.”

I pressed my lips on his and at first he struggled, for a couple of bloody seconds he tried to resist the kiss and push me away. Good luck with that, sham. I locked my fingers in his hair and pulled him stronger to me, now in complete charge. I slightly grinded my hips in circles on his laps, feeling something stirring down there. He groaned and I didn’t waste any second, shoving my tongue in his mouth. He gave up with his fecking struggle and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me hard against him.

Wow, for someone that never kissed a guy, he was bloody hot and passionate in doing that. He clearly didn’t like me being in charge and trying to dominate him, but he could suck me bollocks. I had found the right key with him and I was going to use as much as I need it and please it. He tried to push me down on the sofa, but I resisted and slammed my tongue deeper and harder, rubbing his own with fierce and demanding strength.

I felt a moan forming in my throat, because he responded to my assault with much force and harshness, as if he wanted to put me back on my place.

Emmett’s hands slipped under my t-shirt and began to taste my skin, running up and down, every touch and every sliding sending me shocking waves of electricity, just like during our first kiss.

It was the first time someone had such effect on my body, it was strange, but it was bloody incredible.

His hands went up and grabbed my shoulder pulling me down closer to him. He let himself relax lazier on the couch, drifting further, and now our shafts were rocking together. I got so damn hard and hot that I thought I could blow up any second.

I hated to have his t-shirt and jumper in the way, I wanted to touch and see his body, chest, muscles. I pulled back from the kiss, he growled, I liked that, and I almost tore away his clothes, I was hasty, didn’t want to waste time. Emmett didn’t struggle, unlocked his arms from me, threw away himself his stuff, and then did the same with mine.

He was a complete different lad from two minutes ago; his face, eyes, expressions, gestures, everything belonged to another Emmett, someone overconfident and fierce, a challenger and winner, not a loser and whiner.

The thought distracted me and I found myself laying down on the couch with him hovering over me, tracing kisses and lines with the tip of the tongue all over my neck, jaws, collarbone, ears.

“Ahh...Emmett...” I moaned, when he bit my neck and pushed his hard member against mine.

“What are you doing to me, Shane?” He murmured in my ear, making me shiver and tremble violently, wanting him even more, needing him as I needed bloody air. “I cannot control my body, neither I want to control it. Why?” His voice was strained, hoarse and slightly angry, angry with himself for succumbing to me that easily, to give in to a nineteen-year-old-brat. I smiled viciously and triumphantly.

“What have I done to you? Tell me.” I demanded, between pants and moans, because his kisses got harsher and hotter, now lowering down on my chest with his wet and hot tongue. He halted a moment, stared at my eyes, his were a complete storm; the light butterscotch hazel shade had actually a green ring around it, now almost engulfing everything with blazing hunger. No doubt mine were equally crazed.

He broke the contact and slowly licked my nipple, painfully slowly licking in circle, then harsher, teasing it between his teeth. I threw my head back, jerked my groin up, hitting his hips, pleasure travelling at a dangerous speed in my body. I don’t easily lose control in someone else’s hands, because I like to control and be in charge, I like to tease and make the other person work hard for me, it’s not easy to get me.

But now I couldn’t simply resist, Emmett was driving  me out of mind. He sucked it, and then licked it again and then teased more with his teeth and tongue.

“Fuck ... hmmm....” I tried to suppress the panting, but it was bloody difficult.

“This is what you do to me, Shane.” He hissed with now my other nipple between his teeth and tongue. He shot me a quick and piercing glare, still pissed off and angry, with himself and with me, no doubt.

“I want you.” He growled annoyed and harsh.

I gulped, Emmett was completely different now, he was aggressive and his voice sounded almost hostile, as if I didn’t have the right to question him or challenge him. What was I afraid of? I wanted him, too. I bloody wanted and needed Emmett.

“I want you, too, Emmett.” My voice trembled and came out broken.

He smirked and pushed himself up, kissed me hard and long, one hand slipped down and went on my short. In a swift move, they were out of the way. I moaned and gulped.

How can a person change so much in only few minutes? It was almost eerie.

I wanted his short as well out of the bloody way and tried to throw them away, but he stopped me. He stood up and fixed his storming eyes on me. Shit, he was fecking tall. I thought he would shout at me to get the fuck out of here or simply kick me out. I felt anger rising in my system, I growled irritated deep in my throat and challenged him with my eyes. Would he be such a tool to shove me out now?

He sneered at my expression and something more flashed in his eyes. That, I didn’t understand what was. He stood there, tall and god-like, burning me with the intensity of his eyes. Then lowered and kicked away his shorts.

“Do you think you can challenge me and then walk away like nothing?” Emmett’s voice and tone were dark and low, as if they belonged to another Emmett, they were bloody threatening and arrogant, almost intimidating.

Well sorry, sham, amn’t gonna back off, you know bollocks of me if you think that.

“I never walk away. I am not a cunt.” I retorted back, hissing the last word with extra bitterness.

He winced and grimaced.

Then he smirked.

He made a step towards me and pulled down his boxers, throwing them somewhere on the floor.

Bloody hell.

His member was standing hard and proud, huge and threatening. I gulped. That was really big and it turned me on even more.

I pushed myself up, now sitting on the couch and facing him and his hard erection. That wasn’t the Emmett I met in the park, with a dull and boring look. I liked this new Emmett and at the same time he almost scared me.

“Now what, Shane?” He provoked with a shady voice.

You provoking me, lad? Bring it on.

I smirked back at him, my best cocky and arrogant smirk, which I knew it pissed him off and added more fuel to his flames and demons, hating to be disrespected. I licked my lower lips, he groaned, and then slipped my hands over his thighs, which they felt incredibly strong and muscular, it was like touching warm and pulsing rock. It was bloody hot and exciting.

Fuck, I was excited, so much that my cock was straining painful, begging for soon release.

Emmett groaned and shivered under my touch and then I let my tongue travel up his throbbing member and it felt fantastic. It was hot and smooth, it tasted to lose your mind. I slicked up and down again. He growled deep in his throat and grabbed my hair with insane strength.

“Ahh, Shane... That’s fucking good.” He moaned, his eyes close to better savour the pleasure.

I wanted to take him in my mouth and suck him senseless, even though it was something I’ve never done to anyone without a rubber. I couldn’t control now my lust. It was pulsing and throbbing in me in violent pulses and beats, it was devouring me and luring me to follow it.

My tongue swirled around and then up, ready to take him in my mouth. I closed my lips around his tip, his gripped my hair stronger and groaned.

Then he shoved me away so much hard, that I bumped back against the couch.

What the fuck was that?

“What the fuck, Emmett?” I snarled, feeling again rage rising up.

“Stop it, Shane.” He hissed.

“Stop what? What the bloody hell have I to stop? You wanted that, you bloody coward.” I spat venom in every word. What the fuck was wrong with him and his bloody shift of mood? It was maddening me.

“Who did you call a coward, brat?” He barked, now his old and different self back.
“You, tool.” I challenged, now very pissed off.

Emmett growled viciously and hovered down on me, now blocking every way out for me.

“What?”

“Emmett, you wanted me, you said that yourself and then pushed me away. Why you did that? Because you’re a bloody coward.” I hissed.

“Do you know who are you talking to, brat?” Again his tone was threatening and dark. I swear it was quite scaring. He slammed me down on the couch and rode me, pushing and blocking me there with his bloody huge body. Fuck, this was turning me so fucking on. I was so damn hard, I just wanted to fuck him or him to fuck me. More likely him fucking me, I didn’t think he would let me do it.

“Just do it, Emmett.” I pressed with my cocky tone. “Can you take and fuck a guy or is it too scary for you?” I knew that challenging was the key.

“Mind you words, Shane.” Warned his strained voice.

His fingers slipped on the waistband of my briefs, he lifted himself up a bit to shove them away and we both were stark naked, our hard erections nudging each other. His breath was heavy and deep, he lowered down me and I kept my eyes on him. He shoved his tongue in my mouth without any compliments and grinded our cocks together. I moaned so fucking loud in his mouth. He reached down, wrapped his hands around our members and began to pump them fast.

“Ahh...bloody hell, like this...” I panted, thrusting my hips harder in his hand.

Emmett stroked us more.

Then he growled and stopped.

What the fuck? Again?

“Emmett...” I whispered, not able to properly formulate a bloody sentence.

He stood up and slumped back on the other side of the couch, covering his face with his hands. What was wrong with him?

“Emmett?” I called again.

“Shane, this is wrong and stupid.” He said with now dry voice. Shit, not that again.

“What do you mean? Because I’m guy, ha?” I felt anger flooding into me, burning my veins and blood.

He sighed and looked at me. His eyes got me to shut up. They were vivid, alive, blazing, but not threatening or challenging; they were intense and serious, concern and composure smouldering in them.

“Shane, you know nothing about me and the same is for you. This is too harsh, too hasty. I don’t care you are a guy, fuck, my body couldn’t care less. He wants you.” Emmett sighed again, louder. “I want you, too. But this is wrong. We don’t know anything of each other. I am nearly 30, Shane, I cannot simply jump in bed with someone that younger than me, like a careless kid. That’s wrong.”

I think in a way I got his point, but that still angered me.

“What the hell do you need to know about me? I’m nineteen and still go to bloody school because I lost two years, have to do social works to atone some shits I’ve done in the past, I am gay and my family kicked me out for that and now I live with worse knackers than them, that keep me there just for the money the welfare gives them. I bloody donate blood and ...” He stopped my rant and took my wrist, pulling me into his arms.

“Relax a bit and talk slower, when you get angry your accent is really hard to understand.” He sort of chuckled, but he was still serious. “You know nothing about me, Shane. Doesn’t that scare you?”

“Yes and no.” I was being sincere here. He nodded.

“You donate blood?” He asked arching his eyebrows as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, what so strange?”

“Well, you almost went down on me ...” He began.

“First time without a rubber.” I looked away, didn’t like to have to explain myself.

“I see.” He chuckled and sighed. “But Shane, what do you know about me?”

“Do I need to know something in particular?” I asked staring his eyes with piercing intensity.

“Nothing much, to be honest. I am a boring and lonely person, I don’t like to socialize and get involved with other people, I hate problems and troubles, don’t want to get bothered, and you were right, I am coward, I ran away many times already. I will do again, probably. I have nothing to give to you and I don’t want to get involved in any sort of relationship.”

His words hit me like fucking hard punches, they were heavy and difficult to absorb and swallow. He saw that and kept quiet for few minutes. My mind was racing just like my heart. What could I say to him? Now I felt I was really going to lose him and I bloody didn’t want to lose him, the idea scared me like hell.

“Emmett, I don’t need much. I think actually I am the one that can give you something.” Bloody hell, from where that came from? I was losing my mind here.

He stared at me taken aback and kept still and in deep thought.

“Shane, it’s not fair for you and I don’t need anything, seriously.”

“We all need something, Emmett.”

“You really think so?” Our eyes were locked together and neither of us was almost breathing. I nodded, not wanting to speak or break the daze in which we were now caught.

He studied my eyes, his were beautiful, like his face, like his body, like his hair, like everything of him. His thoughts wandered a bit, heard his breath calm down, and relax.

“Shane, I might change my mind soon, as I said, I’m not willing to get involved with anyone. I may even regret it tomorrow morning. Do you really want this?” His voice sounded sceptical and in disbelieve.

“Why you ran away? From what? What made your eyes dull and empty?” I couldn’t help the questions.

He gasped and widened his eyes in surprise, then shook his head.

“Not now, Shane. Ok?” I nodded. “I repeat, you ready for this and for my wrecked and pathetic self?”

It was a worthy challenge and me bollocks I would back off and coward away, not in a million of years. I wanted Emmett and I was going to change that dry and pathetic side of him, for good. That was a promise I made to myself.

“Ready, Emmett. Just so you know, you will change your mind, indeed, but not the way you think you will, know what I mean?” I flashed my cocky and arrogant smile and then thrust my tongue in his mouth.

Want to know what happens next or if Emmett backs off again? Hmm, we'll have to wait until next chapter... What do you think will happen?