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EMMETT POV

The alarm went on at the usual time and after the first ring, I immediately turned it off. I like to wake up quite early, do some work out before breakfast and before going to work. Shane was still sleeping and looked like he didn’t hear it. We were basically in the same position we fell asleep, the only difference was one of his leg tangled between mine. I tried to quietly slip away and let him sleep. He said he didn’t have school today, so there wasn’t any harm in sleeping a bit longer.

He looked relaxed and serene, as if he was having a good sleep. His hair were more tousled than normal, the typical bed head. When I moved away he stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up. I walked in the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. Now was completely awake. I went into my studio, which wasn’t a studio, but a room I used to work out and sat on the weight lifting bench. I needed to let my mind go free and try to think about what happened last night.

Strangely enough, I didn’t have any regrets or second thoughts, well, for now. It’s been actually pleasant to wake up beside Shane; I couldn’t remember last time I woke up beside someone and felt calm and rested.

I lifted more weights, letting my muscles flex and bent, pull and push. It was a nice feeling and helped me a lot. I went then to make sits up.

Sweat worked down my body and rolled down my neck, wetting my t-shirt and time passed by.

“Now I see why you have such a hot and strong body.”

It was Shane, he was leaning on the doorframe, wearing only my pair of shorts. His head was a complete dark blonde mess, but his eyes pierced mine.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Nah, I just turned and felt no one beside me, so I thought you maybe ran away freaking out.” He was smirking and joking, but I could tell he was at the same time edgy and slightly nervous, studying my face and trying to find whether it had any traces of regret.

“No freaking out, sorry brat.” I sat up and grabbed the towel on the bench. “Want some breakfast?”

“Thanks, well, if it’s not a problem.” His eyes smouldered of jaded liquid blue. They were indeed beautiful. I shook my head and brushed my neck with the towel.

“Need a shower first, but I can make you a coffee in the meanwhile. What do you usual eat?” Not sure I had much in the fridge and around the kitchen.

“Anything is grand for me.” He answered, seeing his eyes hungrily travelling me and my body. Well, that was a nice feeling.

I told him to follow me and made him some coffee, lucky enough to find some milk.

“Just sit there or watch TV, whatever. I’m gonna take a shower.” I explained, handing him the mug.

He took and intentionally touched my fingers.

“Want me to help you wash your back?” He proposed, with smirking and provoking eyes, shining of their usual dark light.

“Is that a real offer or not?” I decided to keep up with his tone.

“Real offer.” He leaned closer and drew the line of my neck with his tongue.

Fuck.

My body was already stirring and asking for him.

Shane was a real troublemaker and pain in the neck, absolutely bad at keeping his hands and tongue off and leashed. Which was apparently a major problem for me, given how my body responded every time to him.

“I’ll take your offer, but no sex, is that clear?” I held on purpose an authoritative tone, because it seemed sometimes to work with him. And, because it was another side of me he had woken up.

“Alright, I’ll behave.”

I chuckled and snorted together. Shane that behaves? Gotta be a joke.

The water poured softly and warm on our heads and I felt very good, my neck was a bit stiff and so were my legs, but now every muscle was relaxing. Almost all of them. It wasn’t easy to keep completely neutral and indifferent having Shane right there with me, completely naked, his hair wet, sticking on his forehead, dripping water on his neck and giving him and even sexier and sensual look. His body was leaner and smaller than mine, but surely was toned and fit, a flat stomach showing abs, long and defined legs, and he was hard.

Very much hard.

So was I.

He laced his arms around my waist and I didn’t move, let him do whatever he had in mind. I wasn’t very much in the state of mind to argue with him. He pressed his body on mine and our erections touched and rubbed together. I almost moaned. I bent down to kiss him and I pushed immediately inside his mouth. He then pulled away and I groaned in annoyance.

Shane got a point in what he said last night.

It was really frustrating to interrupt a hot moment.

He flashed his usual cocky and challenging smirk and his eyes almost hypnotized me in a jade and deep blue daze. How was he doing that?

“Now it’s you not behaving.” He purred, nuzzling my collarbone and nibbling it.

“It’s not quite easy to behave if you do that.” I had to admit it.

He smirked satisfied.

“I promised to help you wash your back, so shall we?” Again, that light in his eyes. I nodded and handed him shower gel. He squeezed some in his hands and mixed with water, foaming it.

Then began to travel and pass his hands up my arms, on my neck, then down on my chest and indulging longer on the nipples, in the clear intent of provoking me. Well, he was very much succeeding in that; believe me. Shane was like a young and beautiful devil. I rested my back and head on the wall of the shower, closing my eyes to suppress the urge to touch him and let my inner craving self free. But having my eyes closed made me feel everything stronger and more intense, feeling his fingers and digits tasting hungrily and wanton my skin. I opened them and met Shane’s blazing eyes, filled with desire.

He kept staring at me and at the same time went down on my stomach, tracing the line of my abs. I took then as well some shower gel and began to wash and stroke Shane with it. He liked it very much, because he soon melted and let his head fall on my chest, breathing heavy. Well thank you, you are helping me very much.

My hands slipped down his back, while he washed my sides and then my hips, trying carefully to avoid my member. I went back and up and massaged his shoulders and neck, then down his hard and smooth chest, tasting his body.

It was so strange. I have been straight my entire life, only touched and had sex with girls and never remotely thought of a guy in this way. It was completely out of my mind the idea. I never had prejudices, if I were to have them, Alice would have never forgiven me. Still, never looked at guys, never found them attractive, let’s not talk about desiring them. Impossible.

And now?

Here I was having a sensual shower with a guy and it felt completely normal, my body wasn’t repelled or anything; it was actually yearning for more and pleading me to touch more and give to it more. I wandered my hands over his chest and stomach and it felt incredible, it got me even harder than before. It was the same for Shane, because he shivered and let out a soft moan. My hands slid then on his hips and then on his lower back, massaging that sexy curve he had between his back and ass. His ass. Was it hard and firm, curvy and perfectly shaped to fit my large hands. I let them go where they wanted and my fingers explored in want every inch of it, pressing and grabbing in crave.

How would it feel to be inside that wonderful ass? I bet it would be incredibly tight and hot. My breath got heavier and deeper and felt spasm of now wakening and dangerous pleasure travel down my stomach, to my lower parts and almost taking control over me. My fingers brushed more of his ass and Shane moaned louder, pressing his body and erection against mine.

What a joke I was.

I asked him to behave and told him no sex in the shower and here I was, wanting nothing more than be inside him.

How would it feel? Would I like it? Would it satisfy me enough? I growled, because the more I thought about it, the more I wanted. My fingers just did as they pleased and descended lower, now reaching his entrance, and stroking it, first softly, not sure how it felt and how I would feel. But, after realizing it felt amazing and got me lustier, they began to stroke harder.

Shane trembled violently and pressed closer his body, grinding against me.

“E-Emmett...ahh...what are you...ahhh...doing?” He panted.

It felt amazing to have him moan and pant in pleasure, my ego jumped satisfied and inflated, its forgotten side now happy to take back his deserved place. I used to be such a player years ago.

“Trying to understand how it feels to touch you.” I groaned, with a hoarse and demanding voice.

He was now in my hands and I could do anything to him. Now my fingers and my inner self commanded my body for more, I wanted more. I slowly slipped one finger inside and it was just as I thought, hot and tight. I growled and started to move it faster. Shane moaned on my chest.

“Bloody hell, Em, that’s not bloody fair...ahh...you said no sex.” He groaned and protested, through gritted teeth, squirming more.

“You have a problem, Shane? I told you to be careful with your provocations and words...” I subtly warned him, fingering deeper and faster and adding a second one.

“You...bloody...oh fuck...” He couldn’t form a clear sentence, melting on me and grinding harder his erection on mine. His fingers sank into my sides.

How it felt?

Amazing. I felt like I was in control and charge and it was me who was directing the game and making the rules, that was my real nature, my true self.

“Why the struggling, Shane? You like it.” I whispered with a dark and wicked voice. I liked this too much.

I reached between us with my other hand and began to stroke our members together, already sleeked and leaking. Shane shot me a dark and challenging glare.

“Didn’t you say I know nothing about you?” He sneered.

I stopped for a moment.

“What do you want to know?” I demanded, getting pissed by his cocky and challenging attitude.

“Do I need to know anything?” Was he playing the dangerous game of trying to annoy me? He was very good at that.

“Nothing important now, I am perfectly fine, if that’s what worries you.” He wasn’t so concerned last night, although it was good to hear what he said about his habits.

“So, you can bloody change mind and do as you please?” Oh I see, he wasn’t used to someone controlling and bossing him. Sorry dude, I wasn’t for sure the one to be controlled and walked around.

“That’s correct and now I want you.” I felt something rise inside me; the same feelings and sensations I had when I was on the court with my ball. I had to control the game, made the opponents kneel down on me and made the people roar for me.

“Fuck, Emmett.” He cursed under his breath, our eyes locked and burning each other.

I pushed him away, only to switch position and slam him against the wall. His eyes widened in shock and he gasped. I blocked his ways out holding my arms on each sides of him. I kissed him and he responded immediately. I knew he wanted me. I broke it off harshly and grabbed his arm, to turn him to face the wall. He gasped again and gulped.

I halted a moment to regain some control, because I was behaving quite too harsh and rough.

“Am I scaring you, Shane?” I asked, whispering in his ear, pushing my body against his.

He kept silent for a second.

“Only a bit.” He admitted.

“Why?”

“Because you have bloody and crazy mood swings.”

I smirked and chuckled. He was right, but he didn’t know he was the cause of that.

“Shane, you are the one provoking my mood swings, you are the one stirring back some old sides of me, do you understand?”

He nodded.  

I slid my hand on his chest and travelled down, feeling his breath growing deeper and faster, feeling his heart beat increase in speed. I slowly stroked his member, it was really smooth and hard. I brushed his ass with my erection. He shivered and moaned.

“Emmett...”

“You can relax; I am not going to take you now, in the shower. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop playing.” I told him, with low and authoritative voice and started to stroke him, up and down, first slowly and then faster.

I never thought anything could be this hot and intense. I felt now completely alive, unable to stop, pleasure and desire were ruling me now and I gladly let them, not in the least intention to complain or argue with them. I felt again the old Emmett, playing and ruling over.

And Shane felt incredible, he was the most sensual and sexier creature I have ever met.

“Shane...” I groaned, feeling pleasure building up and wanting to explode. “You are incredibly sexy, know that?”

“Fuck...faster Emmett...” He asked with a pant.

I pumped and stoked faster, my fingers gripping him hard and strong, enjoying the touch of his shaft, my hand sleeked up and down, faster and faster. I grinded and stroked harder my erection on his ass. He moaned more and louder. I wondered for a moment if my neighbours might hear us and then I decided I couldn’t care less about it. I growled louder when I felt Shane closer to his climax. He began to thrust in my hand and grind around his hips, breathing heavier and faster, like my stroking.

“Bloody hell...more, harder...”

I did so and he arched his back, hitting my chest with his head, thrusting wilder in my hand.

“Em, ahh...fuck...I’m coming...”

I stroked faster and harder and he came very hard, moaning loud and trembling. When I felt him collapse against me, I stopped the pumping. He was panting deeply. It made me feel so alive and powerful, back in control. Shane had such an effect on me that I hope it won’t degenerate further. My old self wasn’t exactly a saint.

“Emmett?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever been with another man?” His voice was strained and slightly tired.

“No, why?”

“How is that bloody possible? You just drove me out of mind, you almost drained me.”

I liked to hear that.

“Want me to drain you completely?” I mused.

He chuckled and shook his head.

“My turn, now.” He rolled back his head, so his eyes met mine. They were completely dancing in vivid and liquid jaded flames and dark light. They were gorgeous.

“What?”

His hand reached between his ass and my hips and brushed my erection, still hard and pulsing.

“I think you know what I mean.” He turned around and faced me, smirking in such a cocky and arrogant way, that my inner old self growled in response at his mute challenge.

Shane tiptoed to kiss me, still brushing with his palm my length, making me shiver in pleasure and groan in my throat. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and rubbed and sucked mine, aggressive and wanting to have control. Not an easy task with me, but he was extremely good at that. The brushing turned into a hot and hard stroking and I growled in his mouth. I felt his smug smirk and then broke the kiss. I grunted and pulled him back to me, grabbing his messy and wet hair. He somehow resisted and sniggered.

He dared to snigger at me. In my face.

I pulled him back harsher and he had to give up, but for a brief moment. He smirked and snickered more. Shot me a heated and provoking gaze, his eyes gleaming in dark jaded light, biting in a n inviting way his lower lip. I growled more.

Then he disappeared from my view.

“Oh fuck..” I moaned, in the impossible position to suppress it.

Shane had wrapped his lips around my member and taken it all inside his mouth. It felt incredible, his mouth was hot, wet and drove me nuts. His tongue swirled strongly up and down, rubbing and licking and then his lips pulled back, swirling around my tip, teasing it and then again going down.

No girl or woman ever made me feel like now. The pleasure I was experiencing was impossible to describe.

His lips and tongue were rubbing and sucking at a crazy pace, taking me almost completely inside, his hands grabbing my thighs strong and firm, digging his nails in my flesh. I fisted harder his hair and shoved his head closer, thrusting my hips and shaft deeper in his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. That was my undoing.

“Shane...you’re incredible..”

I felt spasm and tingles all over my body. I was about to come.

His tongue rubbed harder my length and he deep-throated me another time, sucking harder, his head bobbing back and forth. It was such a sexy and hot view. And again I felt alive and in control, powerful and in charge.

“Shane, let go, I’m about to come.” I panted.

He halted a painful moment.

“You said you are fine and need to know nothing, right?”

“Yes.” I managed to answer. He took me back and sucked more and more, letting my length invade deep his hot and wet mouth. I couldn’t control and resist any longer. I tried to pull him away, but it was pointless. Another swirling of his tongue and I shoved my erection deeper, coming long and like crazy inside his mouth.

“Damn it....ahhh....amazing Shane...” He swallowed everything and I trembled even more, heated up by seeing that.

My breathing grew heavier, because I needed to calm down a bit. Shane eyed me satisfied and smirked, then licked my lips, playfully.

“How was it?” He asked, with a smug face.

“Amazing and mind-screwing.” It was the truth; it’d be pointless to lie.

“You know, it was the first time for me to swallow. I never did it.” He said, feeling my inner self cheering in satisfaction and pleasure, liking to hear that.

“Then why you just did it with me?” I wanted to know.

“Because with you everything it’s completely different.”

I liked to hear that, very much, and at the same time, it scared me. What if one day I were to regret it and change my mind? I didn’t think too much over it. I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth on mine.

Now, we needed another shower and a rich breakfast.

I drove Shane to his place, I told him he could stay at my place when I was out, but said he needed few stuff from home. Therefore, I decided to drive him there. He liked my car, which was a black SUV, Dodge Nitro, that cost me a real pain in the ass to get it over here. And a pain in the ass at first to get used to drive on the other side. But it was my only whim, I have always loved Dodge cars. Shane explained he couldn’t wait to gather all the money he needed to get a license. He had now a bit more than half of the amount.

“Can’t you ask your uncle to help you? They have to provide for your needs.”

He scoffed and shook his head.

“You haven’t met them and you have no idea what sort of bloody tools they are. They only care for the money they get with me, if I was to die, they couldn’t give bollocks.”

“That can’t be true.”

“That’s bloody true, Emmett.” It was clear from his tone he didn’t want to discuss it further. He shifted his gaze to the window and watched outside, ignoring me.

“Didn’t mean to upset you, Shane.” I took his hand and squeezed it, not sure myself from where that came. He turned his head and was surprised from my gesture. He smiled.

“Want to try to drive my car one day?”

His mouth fell completely open and his eyes almost popped out. When he wasn’t behaving like a cocky, arrogant and troublesome brat, he could be almost cute. Almost. Shane was more sensual than cute.

“Will you really let me?” He asked, arching his eyebrows in suspicion.

“That’s why I asked, with me at the other side anyway.”

“Thanks sham, that’s bloody fantastic.”

After a long while and cursing to retarded bus drivers, we reached his place, a typical little Irish house, slightly run down; the small garden was a complete and terrible mess. His face gloomed immediately and I sensed a change in him. Shane grew tense and stiffer, almost on guard, slightly angry.

“Do you want me to come with you?” I proposed, studying his face.

His eyes widened and he shook his head furiously.

“No, no, it’s ok. I’ll be back soon. Can I bring with me some CDs?”

“Go ahead.”

He hopped off the car and walked towards the door. I observed his figure strolling high and straight, but surely in low spirit, as if entering that place would threaten to crush him down. I didn’t like it, it made me feel restless and worried, like a pacing and nervous wolf, but he said he would be back soon and didn’t want me to go inside with him.

Wonder why.

I also wondered how they could really not care for their nephew and let him sleep out and don’t check if he was fine and safe. That was beyond irresponsible, the mere idea had me really pissed and annoyed. Shane was now nineteen, sure, but he was still so young. How could they not care for him?

Minutes ticketed and passed longer and I became more impatient. Where was Shane? He said he would be back soon. He was taking too long.

I tried to calm down and relax, but I couldn’t.

I walked out of the car and strode towards the door, but it stormed open and Shane stomped out with a livid face, shaking figure for rage and anger, red eyes that tried to suppress tears and a fresh bleeding cut on his beautiful and sweet lips. Before slamming the door close, I heard the voice of a man shouting something at him, but didn’t see the bastard himself.

“And don’t show your faggot and filthy face around for few days, got that?” His voice was making my blood boil in blind fury. “Answer, little shit.”

“Got it.” Shouted back Shane, with a trembling voice, slamming the door shut.

“Let’s go.” He whispered.

I stopped him and grabbed his shoulders.

“What happened Shane? Are you ok? He dared to beat you?” My voice was now fuming and quivering with anger, barely able to keep it relatively calm. He sensed it and tried to smile.

“It’s ok, really, let’s just get the hell out of here, please?”

“Shane, he hit you.” My grip strengthened. He gasped. “Sorry.”

I let go of him and marched towards the door, ready to beat the crap out of that fucking bastard, to give him a taste of his own medicine. But Shane grabbed my arm and tugged me back desperate.

“Where are you going?” His voice was nervous and hissing.

“To kick that asshole’s ass.” I growled.

“No, stop it Emmett.”

“Shane..”

“No, you bloody stop it. You won’t change anything if you hit that drunken knacker, you’ll get in trouble, I’ll get in trouble.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply to calm down.

Shane was right, nothing would change and I didn’t want to get him in more trouble. For now I’d let it go, that bastard could call himself lucky.

“Fine, I’ll take you home and we’ll clean that cut, ok?” My voice was still tense and harsh for anger.

“Alright.”

I took his bag and walked towards the car, tossing it in the back seat. I slammed the door shut and marched towards mine. I was still fuming. I felt arms hugging me from behind; it was Shane. He pressed his forehead on my back.

“Thanks, Em.” I calmed down immediately, hearing him calling me “Em”. I chuckled.

“No problem, now let’s go.”

I checked the time and I had to really move my ass, because I was running late. I remembered I told my students to wait for me, we needed to talk about something. I drove Shane back to my place, attended his cut and asked if he was ok or needed anything. He said no. I gave him the key of the place and went to run out. He stopped and made me spun back.

“See you later.” He pecked my lips with a sweet and soft kiss.

I smiled and kissed him back, a little too deep and hard, considering how late I was running.

Author's chit-chat:

How did you like it? Next chapter I'll Emmett meet Shane's friends, Enna and Roman. Are you curios to meet also Enna's sister? What about Alice, Emmett's sister?

About the car, it's one of my fav, actually. If you'll read my stories, you'll get I have a clear soft spot for SUV and pickup :-)