Boy meets consequence
Emory’s eyes fluttered open. His head throbbed. It wasn’t just a headache. It was something deep that pulsed behind his eyes. It felt like someone was pushing on his skull from the inside. His mouth was dry. His stomach flipped. His heartbeat felt wrong. Too fast. Too panicked.
Light seeped through the beige hotel curtains. Emory blinked. Then he blinked again and again. He froze. The room was unfamiliar to him. He sat up quickly. Nothing in the room was familiar. He was certain it wasn’t his room.
The room tilted sharply. A low moan escaped him as he pressed his palm to his forehead.
“What happened?” his voice came out hoarse, shredded by the liquor and regret.
He scanned the room. His heart beat faster with every fucking detail he noticed. The single empty shot glass on the nightstand. The half-full bottle of water was untouched. His shirt and shoes were tossed on the floor. The stranger’s jacket draped over a chair. A keycard on the table.
The other bed was empty. The sheets were untouched. There was no one else in the room. Emory’s chest tightened. He wasn’t physically hurt. Nothing felt wrong with his body; he still had his pants and underwear on. Yet it still ached to not know. That was where the danger lay and waited.
He squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to piece together the previous night.
The bar.
Laughter.
Shots.
A stranger’s hand on his arm.
Walking.
Sliding doors.
Music.
A room.
And then…nothing.
His mind was blank. His breathing quickened. A tremor ran through his hands.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck…fuck.”
He grabbed his shoes and shirt. All he could think about was Sam. His breath hitched as the reality of things set in. He had somehow, for some reason fucked up, and he wasn’t sure why.
It felt like an eternity, but it was only a two-minute walk to the other side of the hotel. Emory moved down the hall more slowly than he would have liked. His body was still processing the actions of the previous night. As he neared the end of the hall, his eyes met Peter.
Peter was leaning against the wall next to Sam’s hotel room. Peter pushed off the wall. His eyes roamed over Emory with sympathy. Then a flash of relief washed over him.
“You look like shit.” Peter’s voice was low and nonjudgmental.
“Feel like it too,” Emory replied. “Why are you outside of Sam’s room?”
“Waiting for you. I didn’t want you to panic.”
Emory swallowed hard. “Well, now I am. You shouldn’t have said that. Is Sam okay? Did something happen?”
“He left last night. He got on a flight back home.”
“What? Why?” Fear grew in Emory’s voice with each question asked.
“Not sure. We were looking for you. I had seen you in the bar. You were wasted. I went to get Sam. We came back, and you were gone. He got a text, and he left without saying a word.”
“That’s not like Sam.”
“I know. I followed him. He was upset. I could see it. I tried to get him to open up. He finally just told me he was done…with you.”
The words slapped Emory. He stood there unable to move, breathe, or think. He could only allow himself to absorb everything that had transpired around him.
ONE WEEK LATER:
The knock at the door broke Eli’s thoughts from the paper they were writing. They quickly stood from the desk and opened the door. Eli’s eyes flickered with warmth upon seeing Jacobi. The stud stood there with that charismatic smile and charm about himself.
“Hey,” he spoke.
Eli sighed. “Hey.”
“Can I come in? Or is this a bad time?”
“It’s cool. Come in.” Eli stepped aside and allowed him into the room.
Jacobi looked around nervously. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room before.”
“You haven’t,” Eli said, dryly. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought you’d come back by now. I saw you on Spring Break.”
Eli nodded their head slowly. “Why didn’t you speak?”
Jacobi breathed out. “Nervous. You were with a guy. You looked happy. I was happy for you, but I was also afraid you wouldn’t speak to me.”
“Jacobi, I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want you to say that you miss me. I miss you. I’ve been stuck watching Emory walk around for a week, looking like his world just ended, and it reminds me constantly how I feel inside.” Jacobi’s voice cracked slightly as he spoke.
Eli rolled their eyes. “Oh, you feel like your world just ended inside? Imagine how I felt when I realized I was giving myself to someone who wanted nothing but sex from me.”
“Not anymore,” Jacobi said as he stepped closer to Eli.
“Don’t,” Eli whispered.
“Don’t what? Don’t want you? Don’t touch you?” Jacobi asked.
He closed the space between the two of them. He reached out and placed his hand on Eli’s arm. Every nerve in Eli shuddered. Jacobi slowly moved his hand up Eli’s arm. His fingers gently stroked the side of their neck. With each touch, Eli felt their skin warm with desire.
“I’m sorry I hurt you. I want to make it up to you,” Jacobi informed him.
Eli nodded their head. Jacobi’s fingers traced those perfect lips. Eli’s lips trembled. Their body craved all the affection and attention Jacobi could provide and give. Jacobi blew his warm breath gently against Eli’s lips. He took Eli and pulled them to the bed.
Jacobi and Eli centered themselves in the middle of the bed. Their lips connected, and a fiery kiss erupted between them. Jacobi ran his hand down the middle of Eli’s back and onto that incredible ass. His finger slid between those massive, tanned cheeks and touched that tight little pucker. Eli’s entire body shivered from the touch. They indeed found what Jacobi was doing to be incredibly hot.
Eli pulled away from their kiss. They looked down at Jacobi’s body and began to kiss their way down the muscled stud's body. They dragged his fat lips across Jacobi’s sensitive flesh. They reached that long, big, bright-skinned cock and rolled their tongue across the head of it. Jacobi let out a simple sigh of pleasure. Eli opened their mouth and swallowed the entire thing.
“Fuck,” Jacobi moaned.
Jacobi knelt back on the heels of his feet and began to fuck Eli’s wet mouth. His cock piston in and out of Eli’s mouth over and over. His balls moved fiercely back and forth with each movement. The flavor of his skin and cock juice invaded Eli’s sense of taste. Those soft lips felt like gentle hands moving up and down and over the flesh of his cock. He pulled Eli off his cock, and the two of them kissed once again.
Jacobi spun Eli around on his hands and knees. Eli spread his legs and arched his back. His cheeks spread on their own, exposing that gorgeous rosebud to Jacobi. The man smacked those cakes and then pushed his tongue inside of Eli. His tongue began to dart in and out of them. It moved quickly, lapping at Eli’s insides with each entry. Soft moans and pleas for more and more flowed from the lucky bottom.
“Oh God. Yes. More, please,” Eli cried.
Jacobi pushed more of his tongue inside Eli’s warm and tight hole. He kissed on the pucker and sucked the ring of that delicious ass. Eli bounced on it and pushed more of it into Jacobi’s perfect face. They wanted to feel that tongue deep inside of their tight little chute. Eli could feel their cock expand between their legs. It grazed back and forth across the sheets, igniting all types of sensitivity in their lower anatomy.
“Taste so fuckin’ good,” Jacobi exclaimed as he grabbed a handful of booty cheeks.
He removed his tongue and slapped his heavy cock against Eli’s tight hole. Eli spun around and took Jacobi’s cock back into his mouth. He palmed Jacobi’s tight ass as they engulfed more of that delicious cock down their throat. Jacobi began to fuck that mouth. Eli moved their tongue back and forth under the shaft. They did it as the cock moved back and forth through their mouth. Eli could feel it tapping the back of their throat, and something about that knowledge and hearing Jacobi’s moan empowered them. They tightly sealed their lips around Jacobi’s shaft and sucked that cock like a hungry minx. They could feel Jacobi shudder in their mouth.
“Fuck, you gonna make me cum,” Jacobi said as he pulled his cock from Eli’s mouth.
Jacobi quickly moved behind Eli. He pressed his finger against that pucker and slid it in. Eli moaned and pushed back on the finger. They wanted that cock in them again. They couldn’t believe how excited they were to have Jacobi inside of them again. The two of them welcomed one another back into their lives like old friends who had come in from the harsh winter.
Jacobi pressed the head of his cock against Eli’s hole and then pushed in. That fat mushroom head breached those walls and spread Eli like a flower. Eli’s eyes rolled into the back of their head, and they gripped the sheets. Jacobi slid inch after inch inside of Eli. That hole felt warmer and tighter than before. That cock stretched those walls to the max.
“Holy shit,” Eli breathed.
Jacobi bit the lower part of Eli’s ear and began to slowly fuck them. His cock moved in and out of that bouncy ass. It was slow and deliberate. They both wanted to savor the experience. It felt better than anything they could have imagined. It was better with just the two of them exploring one another than with anyone they had ever been with.
“Ass feels so good around my dick,” Jacobi moaned in his ear.
Jacobi began to move deeper in and out of Eli. Moans flowed from the depths of Eli. They could feel that dick touching every spot inside of them. Their legs began to tremble, and they fell flat on their stomach. Jacobi followed, never removing his cock. He wrapped his strong arms around Eli and pounded into that gushy, wet hole. His dick moved through them fast and effectively. He fucked them harder and with a deep passion.
He picked up his pace and began to fuck the sexy bottom harder and faster. You could hear the clapping of flesh. Both of their smooth-skinned bodies glistened with sweat. Those cheeks bounced and clapped as Jacobi took them from one extreme to another. They kissed like two explorers of love and life. Their tongues danced together, and their moans invaded one another. Jacobi pulled Eli onto their knees into doggie and fucked them harder.
“Fuck me. Yes. There. Fuck me,” Eli encouraged him.
Jacobi’s power brought out the submissive bottom that lived in Eli. They loved the feeling of being taken and wanted it more and more. They willingly gave up their hole. The sweet pleasure from total surrender hit them like a wave, and they basked in it. Deeper and deeper into those soft guts, Jacobi’s dick went. He plowed through Eli. Those perfect cheeks were clapped repeatedly.
Eli screamed, “OH MY GOD!”
They felt something snap inside of them. It sent a rush of overwhelming pleasure through every part of their body. Cream leaked from their hole, and their cock exploded hands-free. The muscles in their ass tighten and then throb uncontrollably around Jacobi’s cock.
“FUCK,” Jacobi roared!
He blew his load deep inside of Eli’s tight hole. He filled that ass with hot sticky cum. It felt like an explosion had occurred inside the bedroom between them. Jacobi rolled off Eli. They both were extremely spent.
“Fuck,” Jacobi said. “That was fucking amazing.”
Eli laughed. “Yeah. I missed us doing this. I want to be with you if you want to be with me.”
Jacobi blinked. “You turned me out. You fucker.”
They looked over at one another and laughed. The experience between them had been just what they both had hoped it would be.
“So, are we like some happy queer loving couple of something now?” Jacobi asked as he slowly leaned into Eli’s space.
Eli gave him a mischievous smirk. “Or maybe we’re just Eli and Jacobi. Two people who really want to enjoy each other without hiding, and we just see how it all progresses.”
Jacobi licked his lips and then placed a deep yet soft kiss on Eli’s perfect lips. Just maybe they were perfect for each other.
***
Sam opened the door. His eyes narrowed, and his throat suddenly turned red. He stood motionless. His face was void of every emotion. There wasn’t a flicker of joy in his bones. Emory stood before him with his big eyes full of sorrow and regret. “Moral of the Story” by Ashe played softly in the background.
“Can I come in?” Emory asked.
Silence.
“Please,” he added. His voice nearly cracked.
Sam turned his back and walked away. The door remained open. Emory took the unspoken yes and entered. He closed the door. His hand rested against the frame as he took a breath. He turned around to face Sam. He looked in Sam’s eyes, and where there was once joy seemed to be only despair.
“I-I wanted to give you some space and time. The longest week of my life. I’ve missed you.”
Sam smirked. “Is that what you came here to say? You want to use emotional manipulation tactics.”
“What? No. I’m just being honest. I’ve missed you. You left, and I have no idea why. You told Peter you were done with me. You blocked me on social media. You’ve literally told the world. Everyone knows I fucked up but me. What did I do? Did I get drunk? Yes. Was I jealous and insecure over the time you were spending with Kade? Yes.”
Sam shouted. “Are you fucking serious right now? You really wanna play in my face? You think I’m an idiot.”
“No,” Emory quickly defended himself. “I don’t think that. I love you. I don’t know what I did. Whatever it is, I’m sorry. Can you please just tell me so I can try to explain?”
Sam scoffed. “Explain? Yeah, right.” He fished his phone out of his pocket. He opened it and then shoved the image in Emory’s face.
Emory’s eyes grew in size and terror. There was an image he hadn’t expected to see. The arm of some stranger draped over his shoulder. They were heading into a hotel room. Emory felt his heartbreak. He finally understood why Sam was angry.
“I know this looks bad,” Emory began.
“Looks bad?” Sam laughed in shock. “It is bad. It’s fucking hurtful. It’s humiliating. Here I thought I had the best boyfriend in the world. I fell in love with you.”
“Sam, I promise I don’t remember much, but I didn’t do anything with him. I got drunk, and that’s it.”
“And he was just some good guy who helped you to his room? People said you were dancing with him! Why would you even be that drunk?”
“I don’t know,” Emory exploded. “I was feeling rage, jealousy, and insecure. You literally left me on the beach to go be with Kade.”
“He was going through some tough shit!”
Emory snapped. “I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!”
Sam threw his hands up and took a step back. His face had turned red from the anger he felt in his blood. Emory felt his eyes water. He refused to cry. He refused to let a tear drop from his eyes.
“I’m asking you to look at me and trust me when I say nothing happened. I didn’t cheat on you. I wouldn’t do that. That’s not who I am.”
“No? That’s exactly who you are. You cheated on Danielle with Peter. You slept with Peter again when he was with me.”
“That’s not fair. I was fucked up in the head about my sexuality. I made a mistake, and I paid for it.”
“You’re proving my point, Emory. You were fucked up in the head during Spring Break. You were acting like an ass and being jealous for no reason. Kade is your friend. Who wasn't trying to get with me! You didn’t trust me.”
“And you don’t trust me right now. I’m asking you to trust that I love you and that I found myself when I found you. Do you have any idea how much I love you? I love you so much it aches. My bones break at the thought of hurting you. I can’t breathe when I’m not near you. I didn’t know I could love someone this hard and this deeply until I loved you. Sam, trust me. Believe in me. Please. Baby, please!”
A tear rolled from Sam’s eyes. “I can’t. I wish I could, but all I see is that man with his arm around you. All I hear is the people discussing how he danced and touched you. You don’t even remember what happened, but you expect me to accept that he just took you to his room and you slept like an angel.”
“I know my body. Nothing happened. I’m sorry I put us in this position, but I promise I didn’t do this. I wouldn’t hurt you. I could never do that to you. You know me. You know me better than anyone. We see each other, Sam.”
Emory closed the distance between them. He pressed his hand against Sam’s cheek. Sam closed his eyes, and for a moment, he lived in Emory’s gentle touch.
“Is this the same hand you touched him with?” Sam asked as his voice trembled.
Emory dropped his hand and stepped back. “Don’t do this, Sam.”
“I didn’t do this to us,” he fired back. “You did, and I hate you for it. I hate you for making me love you just to break my heart. I don’t trust you, and I don’t want you in my life. It’s time for you to go.”
Hate. That word hit like a train colliding with a jetliner. Emory felt that to his core. He turned around and walked away, and then out of the room. There would be no tears.
Sam flopped down in the chair at his desk. The tears gently fell from his eyes. The ache in his heart was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He longed for a man whom he could no longer trust. Emory stepped out of the building just as the sky fell open and it began to rain. He stepped out into the rain and let it drench him. Silently, he walked around in the rain like a zombie.
Just as he passed through the middle of campus, someone wrapped their arm around his shoulder and held an umbrella up over his head. He looked up, and that was when he realized the person next to him was Peter.
“You looked like you could use a friend.”
Emory didn’t speak. He just kept moving, and Peter followed along quietly. He knew better than most that sometimes when it rains…it fucking pours!
TO BE CONTINUED
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