Boy meets greatest love
The Horton estate rose from the Texas hills like a vision of paradise. Lanterns glowed against the warm night air. Classical strings drifted across the lawn. They weaved through magnolia trees and manicured hedges. Guests arrived in carriages and polished cars. Everyone was dressed in eighteenth-century Victorian finery. There were corsets, waistcoats, silk gloves, powdered wigs, velvet coats, lace, and candlelight everywhere.
It was a tradition in the most sensible way. Sam’s family hosted the spectacular gala every year. It was a relic of old Texas wealth and ritual. It was also the first time Sam ever cared to attend, and it was all because of the love he had found with Emory. He wanted to show the world the man who had stolen his young heart.
The two of them stepped into the ballroom, and for a moment, Emory forgot how to breathe. The beauty and magic of the night stole the air from his lungs.
Crystal chandeliers hung like constellations overhead. Gold-trimmed mirrors reflected candlelight in endless repetitions. The room smelled of wax, roses, and polished wood. Everyone looked like they’d stepped out of history. A string quartet of Taylor Swift’s “Wildest Dreams” played softly.
Sam held him closely. He stood there tall and handsome beyond reason in a dark Victorian tailcoat, white cravat tied perfectly at his throat. His hair was brushed back, his jaw clean-shaven, and his eyes steady.
“You okay?” Sam murmured.
Emory turned to him. His eyes landed on Sam, and suddenly, nothing else in the world mattered.
“It’s beautiful,” Emory barely pushed the word out.
Sam’s gaze softened. He gave Emory those private bedroom eyes. “You look…” he trailed off, swallowed. “You look unreal. We would have been the couple of the century back then.”
Emory smiled and looked down at himself. He stood there wearing a deep emerald velvet that was tailored perfectly. His curls were shaped but still wild enough to be unmistakably himself. There was a grace about him. A quiet confidence that felt richly earned. Somewhere along the way, he found what Sam had known all along. Emory Thornton was fucking hot. The man was a true chocolate drop.
“Sam, I’m nervous. I didn’t think I would be. Now we’re here, and it all feels magical and scary,” Emory admitted.
Sam smiled gently. “I know. I feel the same way. My stomach is doing flips, but then I remember that I’m here with you and I can do anything with that knowledge. We can do anything together. Sam and Emory forever.”
Emory’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes watered briefly. They held each other’s gaze for a moment. The fire between them lingered impossibly.
“Are we okay?” Emory finally asked.
“We will be,” he answered.
His words landed somewhere deep and permanent with Emory. Before he could say anything else, the announcer began to introduce Sam’s family. They waited patiently until they were called.
“Lastly, introducing for the first time ever in high society, Samuel Preston Horton. Tonight, he is accompanied by his forever Prince, Emory Christopher Thronton,” the man announced.
Emory’s heart leaped in his chest at the words mentioned. Sam took him by his hand, and they descended down the golden spiral staircase.
The orchestra began to play Taylor Swift's “This Love.” The host announced the traditional opening dance, and the Hortons moved to the floor. Sam offered his arm to Emory. The room hushed as they watched the Horton clan begin to Waltz. The dance was slow, deliberate, and intimate.
“Forever Prince?” Emory asked sincerely.
“Unless you don’t want to be,” Sam said. He hoped Emory would always want to be his forever prince.
Emory’s eyes softened as he placed his gloved hand through Sam’s arm. “Always.”
They stepped onto the dance floor together. The music swelled. It was rich, full, and mystical. It offered the kind of melody that could carry lovers across centuries.
Sam lifted Emory’s hand.
And then…
They did not touch.
Their palms hovered inches apart, fingers were separated by the air, their breath, and their longing. Sam guided Emory beneath his raised arm, slow and reverent. Their bodies circled one another without contact. Their eyes locked, and time bent.
They moved as if time and space had vanished between the two of them. Emory’s breath caught in his throat as he turned. Sam’s gaze never left his face. Candlelight flickered across their features. Guests watched quietly as they took in the rare sight of such a powerful and deep love.
Lila glanced over at the two men. She pulled away from her husband and nodded her head in the direction of Sam and Emory. Jude turned and looked on at them. He felt a tug at the corners of his mouth. His lips lifted into a smile.
“Our baby is in love,” Lila declared.
“He is. I couldn’t be happier and prouder of the person he’s decided to give his heart to,” Jude added. “Mark my words, they are a power couple in the making.”
The choreography between them was restrained. The intimacy was unmistakable.
Sam lowered his hand just enough for their fingers to brush. Their fingers brushed briefly before they lifted again. He let Emory spin once more. The velvet and silk from their clothing trailed like a memory from afar.
They finally came together. Sam placed one hand at Emory’s waist. It was light but certain. Emory rested his other hand against Sam’s shoulder. He could feel the steady rhythm of Sam’s heartbeat beneath the layers of the fabric. Sam and Emory moved as one. They moved with love.
Sam leaned in; his voice was barely audible over the strings.
“Thor,” he said, steady and certain. “I don’t care where life takes us. New York, London, or just here. I choose you. Always and forever.”
Emory’s throat tightened. Sam pulled out every emotion that Emory tried to keep perfectly wrapped up.
“I promise,” Sam continued, “to pick you first. You’re the light in my life. I will never love anyone else in this world the way I love you. I don’t think I can love anyone else the way I love you.”
Emory swallowed hard. His eyes shone.
“I choose you, too,” he whispered. “You asked me on Valentine’s Day what romcom reminded me of us. I never told you. I don’t see us in a romcom. I see our love as one of those old ’90s sitcoms. It’s like Dawson’s Creek. I was in love with Dawson and so blinded by him that I never noticed Pacey, but when I did, I couldn’t see anyone else as the one for me. One day, I am going to marry you, Samuel Preston Horton. One day.”
Sam’s hand tightened just slightly at Emory’s waist. He loved that Emory saw a long and everlasting future with him. It was all he needed to know.
“Not if I marry you first,” Sam said.
“Then marry me first,” Emory echoed.
“You want to be the husband of Dr. Samuel Horton?” Sam asked.
Emory grinned. “I always knew you’d be a damn doctor.”
The orchestra rose; the final turn was slow and deliberate. Sam guided Emory into the last rotation. He lifted his hand once more and allowed Emory to spin beneath it. He spun free, radiant and graceful. They ended the dance facing each other.
The room erupted into applause. Sam and Emory didn’t hear it. They only saw each other. Sam leaned in and pressed a kiss on Emory’s gloved knuckles. It was gentle, reverent, and an unmistakable promise.
For that moment in that ballroom, under the candlelight and the vows of history, they were unbreakable.
TWO WEEKS LATER…
“Mom, you act like I’m going to New York to just party or something.” Emory rolled his eyes as he sat on the bed in his nearly empty dorm room. “It’s Columbia. You should be proud. I seriously don’t know what you have against New York, but I’m going.”
Jacobi walked into the room. He and Emory made brief eye contact. They gave each other a simple head nod. Jacobi handed Emory his mail. There was a gold envelope addressed to him. There was no return address or sender name. It was simply addressed to Emory, and it had his school mailing address listed.
“Mom, I’ll call you back,” he said as he dropped the phone.
“Emory,” Jacobi began. “I know things are strained now, but I just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed having you as my roomie.”
Emory nodded his head. “Cool.”
Jacobi smirked. There was nothing left to be said between them. He grabbed his bag and headed toward the door. He stopped and exhaled. Maybe there was one last thing that could be said.
“We’ll all be in the café today if you’re interested at all in wanting your friends back. They want you back. They miss you.” He walked out the door without waiting for a response. He’d said all he needed to say.
Emory opened the envelope, and a flash drive fell out. Emory picked it up. He hopped out of bed and walked over to his laptop. Emory plugged the flash drive in. Within seconds, a video began to play. An empty grey background revealed itself, and then Jensen Tolbert appeared on the screen.
Emory’s heart raced. He dug his nails into his desk. Jensen was the last person he expected to see. He toyed with the idea of removing the flash drive, but something tugged at his heart to let it play, and so he did.
Jensen:
Hello Emory. Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. If you’re watching this, that means your TikTok video worked. I’m in jail. I’m in jail, and you should be asking yourself how did a man who spied on you and Sam for weeks and snuck drugs into your system suddenly got so sloppy and allowed himself to get caught. Why did I reveal myself to Sam so early without making sure I had isolated him from everyone? Let me go back to the beginning and explain it all to you. Then you’ll understand why I reached out to you and not Sam. Consider what’s about to happen as both a blessing and a curse.
***
Emory walked into the café. He scanned through the faces and bodies of students. His eyes found them. Kade, Marcel, Jacobi, Eli, and Sam were all engaged in conversation. Emory made his way across the café. Kade and Sam were seated next to one another, and then Marcel sat on the other side of Emory.
Emory stood in front of them. Sam looked up at him with his beautiful smile. There was something off. Sam felt it, and he could see it in Emory’s eyes. His smile faded. The table went quiet. Emory finally sat down.
“Babe,” Sam spoke softly. “Are you okay?”
“He was so calculated and smooth. He hid in the shadows. He came to Mexico and made sure I got drugged and drunk, and you never once saw him. How does a man that smart suddenly get sloppy and rush through his plans to get you all alone?” Emory was calm and collected with the way he spoke.
Sam swallowed. “Emory…what’s happening? Why are you talking about Jensen?”
All eyes at the table shifted to Emory. He could feel them as they stared holes in his soul. Their eyes made his skin crawl.
Emory smirked. “You know he was the one who snapped the tree branch you both heard when Kade was blowing your dick.”
Kade blinked. “Emory?”
Emory shifted his gaze toward Kade. He looked at him as if he were his greatest enemy. Kade felt the anger and hate.
“You forgot to turn off the laptop when Sam showed up to your room,” He paused and shifted his gaze toward Sam. “After he left you in the grass. When he stopped letting you blow his cock.” His voice was low and menacing.
Sam exhaled as a tear dropped from his eye. “Emory.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Emory snapped. “You don’t get to say my name ever again.” His voice trembled as he fought back tears.
Marcel looked at Kade. “What’s he talking about?”
“What is happening right now?” Eli asked.
Emory turned to Kade and cocked his eyebrow. “You want to tell them all, or should I? I think it’ll be better coming from me. Don’t you agree, Kade?”
“Babe,” Sam said.
Emory erupted into a fit of rage as he snapped his head. “I told you to shut the fuck up, you lying bastard! I told you something was off with him and that it didn’t seem right that he couldn’t tell me…his friend…his secret.” Emory slammed his fist down on the table. “He lied! Kade was never raped by Jensen. They met up, and they fucked. After they fucked each other, Kade kept complaining about me, and Jensen saw a way to come between us. The deal was that Jensen would get his special Sam, and Kade could see me heartbroken.”
Everyone at the table gasped. The truth was out there for public consumption.
Sam gasped. “What? No. That can’t be true. Kade wouldn’t do that.” He turned to Kade. “Would you do that?” The truth was hard for Sam to digest.
Emory chuckled, not in delight but in shock. “Even now, you don’t trust my word, Sam. That’s fine, don’t trust me. Let the little bitch tell you how he knew Jensen had raped you. Jensen told him to use that on you. When you walked out of my dorm room that night, the little fucker was practicing, Samuel.” The words came out like a dagger to the heart.
“Kade, is this true?” Eli asked. “Were you working with that guy?”
“I never wanted to hurt anyone. I just wanted you to feel played with like I did,” Kade confessed as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Emory grinned. “Everything was going smoothly until you started to develop feelings for Sam. Jensen didn’t like that. When he watched you suck Sam off, he snapped that branch and interrupted the session. You went to your dorm room and got on a Zoom call with him. Then my boyfriend,” Emory cut his eyes at Sam. “My ex-boyfriend showed up unannounced because he felt bad or whatever. You locked the screen, but the camera was still on.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam apologized.
“Too late,” Emory responded. “The cover-up was greater than the fucking crime. Every day you have lied to me over and over again. YOU FUCKED HIM!”
“You slept with Sam?” Marcel asked. “You told me it never happened.”
Kade stared off into the distance as his mind raced with the thoughts and images of the night he slept with Sam.
FLASHBACK:
Kade sat down on his bed. Sam gulped as his eyes roamed over the man’s tight little body. He couldn’t deny that Kade was cute and that they had gotten close over their shared trauma. Sam tried to avert his eyes, but part of him wanted to see Kade like that just a little bit.
Why should he be lonely when Emory was in New York, moving on with his life? Kade felt Sam’s soft attention, and he liked it. The supposed innocent little cowboy leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs.
“You seem like you like what you see,” Kade said as he twisted his bottom lip.
Sam could see the fat bulge harden and thicken in Kade’s underwear. It made his cock swell. His erection frightened him and intrigued him at the same time. Maybe he should just explore whatever he currently felt. Explore it and get it out of his system. He needed to rid himself of the tension, and he needed to free Kade.
Sam cleared his throat. “I love Emory, but I think I owe it to myself to just get whatever is occurring with us out of my system.”
Kade’s bottom lip trembled. “Do it. Get it out of your system. I can take it.”
Kade’s eyes dropped to the growing erection in front of Sam’s pants. The stud pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. He undid his pants and dropped them along with his underwear. His mammoth of a cock sprang forward. Kade licked his lips as he took in the sight of it.
Sam’s cock was nothing to play about. It was long, thick, and it pulsed with warm blood. Sam moved toward the bed. He leaned down and kissed Kade. His hand ran over Kade’s cock as they kissed. Those kisses instantly turned the cowboy on. His neck turned redder than fire.
“I want to suck your dick again,” Kade whispered.
Sam took a seat on the bed, and Kade moved to his knees. He spat on it and then quickly took it into his mouth. His lips moved up and down. He sucked it like a hungry animal. His head moved up and down the pole. Sam swelled in Kade’s mouth as that tongue danced across his slit.
Kade worked up and down that pole. He slipped his hand to the waistband of his underwear. He slipped them off as he began to suck on Sam’s balls. The stud began to moan and pant. Sam thrust his hips up and began to fuck Kade’s throat. He made his gag on his cock.
Kade moved back up Sam’s body. He rolled his tongue across his sweaty flesh. They kissed again. It was sloppy and devouring. It wasn’t love. It was lust and hunger. It was longing identifying longing but not in a romantic way. It was domination.
Sam moved away. He put Kade on his knees, and he began to tongue his hole. He dug it deep inside of him. He licked that smooth, hairless pucker over and over. His thick hand slapped those cheeks. He moved his head round and round. His tongue devoured him in ways Sam didn’t know he could devour someone that way. It burned something inside of him to be so vicious and aggressive.
His tongue rolled down Kade’s taint and over his balls. He licked the man’s shaft and then wrapped his lips around the head of Kade’s cock. Kade moaned as Sam worked his cock head. Sam pulled away from him. He flipped Kade onto his back and lifted one leg. He exposed his winking hole.
They stared at one another as if asking the other if they were ready. Kade nodded his head, and then Sam pushed the head of his cock against Kade’s pucker. The head spread him open, and his cock slipped inside. Sam instantly began to ram his thick and juicy cock in and out of Kade’s tiny little hole. He opened him up completely in less than five seconds.
“FUCK,” Kade shouted. “It’s so fucking big.”
Sam buried his cock deep inside the second piece of ass he’d ever had. He slammed his dick in and out of the man. Kade’s hole quickly began to moisten. Sam looked down and watched his cock disappear in and out of Kade. He could see the little drops of white cream begin to coat his cock.
“Am I better than Emory?” Kade asked.
“Shut the fuck up,” Sam hissed.
Kade stroked his erection. His chest and neck had turned red from the intensity of things. Sam plowed through him. He destroyed every muscle and nerve in the man’s anus. Kade loved it. He never wanted it to end. His balls bounced as his body rocked. His entire world was flipped upside down.
“Fuck me, Sam,” Kade cried.
Sam folded him in half. He rammed his dick deep inside of him. The sound of their wet bodies and balls slapping flooded every space and inch of the room. Sam demolished him for his own personal gain and power.
“I wanna ride you,” Kade told him.
Kade found himself bouncing up and down on Sam’s fat rod. The man placed his hands on Kade’s hips and helped him bounce up and down. He worked his hole around Sam’s incredible piece of meat. The bed bounced and rocked underneath them. Kade’s erection flopped around. His balls turned red as he leaned back on Sam’s cock. Sam rammed his cock into him with aggression.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Sam exclaimed.
His dick punched through Kade over and over. He bounced him up and down. Sam lifted him off his dick and tossed the man across the room onto Kade’s roommate’s bed. Kade’s heart fluttered. The action shocked him. Sam walked over to him with darkness in his eyes. It was like he had become someone else.
He grabbed him by the legs and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Sam slammed his dick back into him. He fucked him senselessly. Kade’s hole dripped with wetness. Sam’s cock moved in and out of him. It brushed against the nerves in his anus. Kade stroked his cock harder and faster. He could feel his impending climax. Sam plunged deeper into that wet hole. He fucked him rough and hard.
“I’m bout to cum,” Kade cried.
He stroked his cock. His wet hand moved up and down his shaft, and then he exploded. He coated his chest with cum. Sam pounded into him harder and deeper. He stroked him faster, and then he pulled his cock out and sprayed his cum all over Kade’s balls. The deed had been done. Their fates had been sealed. Kade ran his fingers over his balls and scooped up Sam’s cum. He sucked it off his fingers.
“Fuck! Totally worth the wait,” Kade admitted.
Regret instantly filled Sam. His eyes began to water as he realized in his post-nut clarity just how much he had fucked up.
“Oh my God,” he gasped. “What the fuck did I just do?”
Kade’s smile faded. “It’s okay. No one has to know.”
“NO ONE EVER WILL! FUCK!” Sam panicked.
He quickly began to get dressed. He left out the room with no other words. Kade knew then that all he was in the moment was a piece of ass and that Sam would always belong to Emory one way or another.
END FLASHBACK!
Emory turned his attention to Marcel. He wanted to look him in the eyes when he said the next part.
“The bitch lied, Marcel. Sorry to tell you. There was no rape, but there was sex. Jensen sent me all the proof. He recorded every conversation he had with you, and he recorded you two. I watched it, of course, like a fool, drawn to his own pain. I watched you fuck him. I am curious, though. Was he better than me, Sam? Keep in mind, I’ve seen the video.”
Sam closed his eyes and then opened them. “It was different.”
“Different?” The word slipped from Emory’s lips like poison. That confession hurt worse than if Sam had said it was good.
Sam exhaled. “I was scared to tell you the truth. So, I lied. I told you I slept with someone in Mexico because I needed you to know that I did have sex with someone, but it was the one time. I swear to God. I love you.”
Emory laughed. “You don’t love me, which hurts like hell because I loved you with every part of me. Loving you killed me. It devoured my soul and feasted on my heart. Loving you broke me open. Thank God I’m leaving for New York. Imagine if I had picked you over my future. Thank goodness I know the value now in loving myself. I’m so grateful I’m not some desperate bitch hanging around waiting for a man to love me.”
Emory stood up from the table. He looked at all of them. He cared for none of them. Then he did it! He punched Kade directly in the nose. The force of the blow knocked Kade to the floor, and blood gushed from his nose.
“You broke my nose,” Kade cried. His hands were suddenly covered in blood as he held them up to his nose.
“You’re lucky I didn’t break your ass,” Emory shouted. His blood boiled inside his veins as his heart turned to stone.
The café suddenly went quiet. Everyone watched in shock, but Emory didn’t care. He felt a certain type of freedom. His journey felt complete. He turned and began to walk away.
Sam stood up. “Emory? Don’t walk away from me. Please. We were broken up when it happened.”
“It’s the lie, Sam, that hurts.” He told him without turning around.
Sam screamed. “Hit me! Hit me. Get it out of your system because I love you always and forever.”
Emory huffed. “Hitting you would mean I still love you. We are done. I’m done here.”
Emory walked away. He left with a trail of damage in his wake. He left with the knowledge that he’d made the right decision. It was by far time for him to move on and away from it all.
ONE WEEK LATER…
Peter had spent the day showing Emory all the cool things he’d never gotten to do in Portland. They had decided to end the final outing at a bar for college students. They found themselves on the dance floor, dancing together to “No Love Allowed” by Rihanna.
The lights in the club kept flashing red and white. Each time the spotlight hit Emory Peter couldn’t help but find himself lost in the gaze and attraction of the man. He felt a tug at his heart. He had to do it.
He placed his hand on Emory’s waist. Emory froze, and Petter pulled him close. He leaned in and planted his lips against Emory’s. They instantly begin to kiss. Emory quickly pulled away from him. As much as he loved Peter, he didn’t love him the way he so richly deserved.
“What’s wrong? We could be good together,” Peter whispered.
“We are good together. As friends. I can’t offer you what you need or what you’re looking for.”
Peter blinked. “I don’t understand. You don’t have feelings for me?”
“Not romantically,” Emory answered. “Not anymore. A long time ago, Peter, this would have made me smile. You and I in love was all I wanted. Then I changed, and you changed, and then we changed together, and what’ve become is far better than what I wanted from you to begin with.”
“Which is what? Peter asked. His voice cracked under the surface of his feelings.
“I never had friends growing up. I always wanted just someone in my life who understood me without any pressure or expectations. I finally have the greatest friend in the world. A friend who stood by me when everyone else turned their back on me. A friend who knew Columbia was home before I did. I love you so much, but not the way you want.”
Peter nodded his head. “You just see me as a friend?”
“I do. It took me a minute, but I do, and I value this friendship so much. I don’t want to lose you, Peter. I know your person is out there. He’s waiting for you, and when you meet him, you’ll be so grateful that you didn’t go down this road with me again.”
“I hope you’re right,” Peter mumbled as he fought back his tears.
“I am,” Emory began. “I was always supposed to meet you. You were always supposed to be my Peter, but just not in a romantic sense.”
Peter dropped his head and took a deep breath. He looked Emory in the eyes. “I’m going to always be your Peter, and I think right now you’re just hurt and focused on your journey. I’ll take my journey here while you take your journey in New York, but Emory, you and me…we’re endgame.”
Peter wrapped his arms around Emory. They hugged in the middle of the dance floor. Peter and Emory truly loved one another. They were on different paths, and there was nothing wrong with that. It was part of the way the world moved sometimes. Maybe Peter was endgame. None of that mattered in the moment. The thing that was most important was that they were stepping into their destiny.
THREE DAYS LATER…
Emory finally boarded the plane and found his seat. He exhaled and leaned his head against the window. He plugged his headphones in and closed his eyes. “Take on the World” by You Me At Six played in his ears. His heart was suddenly filled with all the images and thoughts of everything that had occurred over the last year.
The biggest thoughts and feelings centered around Sam. From the moment he met Sam, his life changed in ways he hadn’t expected. Tears began to roll from his eyes. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Everything in his heart cried for him. In the span of a year, he’d grown. He’d experienced his first love and heartbreak. Despite how things turned out, if asked to do it all over again, he’d do it, because in all of the chaos, he had found himself.
The stranger in the seat next to him placed their hand on Emory’s hand. He snapped his head in the direction of the person. The guy smiled at him. It was a warm and friendly smile. He was tall, dark, and handsome—a true Italian stallion. Emory quickly pulled his hand away and wiped his eyes.
“Are you okay?” The guy asked.
“Sorry. I’m fine,” Emory answered. “Just a bit emotional. I’m moving to New York.”
“So am I. My girlfriend doesn’t understand it, but I’m following my path,” he proclaimed.
“That’s what I told myself. Now I’m not so sure,” Emory confessed. “All I can think about is my boyfriend…ex-boyfriend.”
“I’m assuming you love him.” The guy said gently.
Emory nodded his head.
“You’re gonna be emotional. I’m gonna be emotional. Maybe we can help each other in a big new city to get through the rough moments. I don’t know anyone in New York, so I could really use a friend.” He placed his hand over his heart as he said it—a kind gesture.
Emory chuckled. “I already have a friend there named Joey, but nothing wrong with adding another friend to the mix. I’m Emory. Emory Thornton.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Adam. Adam Di Grasso,” he introduced himself.
Emory and Adam shook hands. The man smiled at him. When he smiled, his eyes did this little thing where they sparkled like magic.
Adam leaned his head back and then turned back toward Emory. “So, have you found an apartment yet? I mean, the prices for an apartment are outrageous.”
“I have,” Emory answered. “Honestly, I don’t care for the prices. I can afford it, I just don’t want to afford it. Stupidly, I signed the lease for a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment in Brooklyn. I keep thinking maybe I should get a roommate.”
“Or you could just ask the new friend you’ve made on the flight,” Adam said with a charming smile.
Emory stared at him for a moment. He could see through people pretty well. Whatever he saw in him, it made him smile. It made him relax and open himself to the idea of adding a new friend to his life.
“Tell you what, how about we get to know one another on this flight, and if I’m not ready to kill you by the time we land, you have yourself a deal.”
“I like my odds, Thornton,” Adam bragged.
“Okay, Addie.”
“Oh God no. No one calls me that,” he said as he twisted his face into a frown.
“I do. The plane has taken off with the name,” Emory joked. “Addie, tell me about yourself.”
They stared at one another for a moment, and then they burst into laughter. The plane rushed down the runway, and just like that, Emory was New York-bound.
TWO MONTHS LATER…
“It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms. You’re not gonna find anything like it anywhere else in the city,” the realtor said as she tried to close the deal on the apartment.
“You don’t have to sell me on it. I’ll take it,” Sam told her.
She smiled, “What’s a good-looking young man from Texas doing in New York City? You lost?”
Sam smiled. “I lost someone here. I came to find him.”
“Oh? I hope you find him. What are you going to do in between your searches for this young man?” she asked.
“I’ll be going to NYU,” he answered. “I got accepted recently. Working on becoming a doctor…someone I know he can be proud of. That’s what you do when you love someone. When you know you’ve found the one.”
“Does he know he’s the one?” she asked.
“He knows. Emory knows exactly who he is to me, and I know who I am to him.”
She grinned. “Well, New York has a way of making people see themselves and what they want differently. If you ever find yourself wanting to see who else is out there, I have a son. I think you’d be great together.”
Sam was flattered, but he was unmoved, unbothered, and unfocused. He knew where his heart was. It was with Emory always and forever.
***
There was a knock at the door. Emory opened the door, and his heart swelled as he stood face to face with Sam. “Archer” by Taylor Swift played softly in the background. Sam stood there, nervous and innocent as the day he was born. As he stared into Emory’s eyes, he couldn’t help but feel that he had made the right decision.
“Sam?” Emory’s voice was low and soft.
“Hey,” Sam spoke. “I wanted to give you time. I wanted to give myself time. I’m sorry for lying. I’m sorry for sleeping with Kade. I really am, Emory. I am so sorry. I also need you to know that I love you. You’re my future. You’re my world, Em. You once followed your heart for a boy across the country. I’m following my heart across the country for a man. The man I love. It may take you months to forgive me, but I’m gonna be here every day until you do. Right here in New York.”
Emory tried to process everything. So much had occurred in the last two months. He couldn’t find the words to say anything. Then finally…
“I-I-I don’t understand,” Emory stammered.
“I applied to NYU, and I got in. I go where you go. I love you, baby. You’re my forever prince. Please tell me you love me back. I don’t want to live my life without you. Emory, please. I will never hurt you like that again. I can’t keep going without you being part of my life. Every day I miss you more and more. I can’t let you slip away. I can’t let us slip away.”
“I love you,” he blurted out. “I love you, Samuel Horton.”
Damn! Not what he should have said, but it’s what came out of his mouth. It came from a deep place in his heart that he didn’t want to admit, still burned and yearned for Sam.
Sam breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He reached his hand out. For a second, it hovered near Emory’s cheek. They could both feel the heat. Then Sam placed his hand on Emory’s cheek. They both gasped, and Emory’s face burned from the place Sam touched him.
Emory quickly pressed his lips against Sam’s lips. Their worlds crashed under the weight and power of their kiss. Sam pushed his way into the apartment. He lifted Emory, and the man wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist. They crashed into the wall as they moved around.
***
Emory turned around and slowly leaned in for a kiss with Sam. It was soft, slow, and sensual. Their lips fit together like the stars in the sky. As they continued to kiss, their bare cocks touched. Blood slowly filled them, making them firm and fully erect. Their hands lovingly explored each other’s bodies. They were drawn to the flames that burned inside of each other.
Sam ran his hand down Emory’s back and onto fat his ass. He loved the feel of those soft, fluffy cheeks. He pulled his hand back and slapped Emory on his ass. Emory broke from the kiss and rolled his tongue along Sam’s neck as his hands moved down to the man’s ass. Emory could never get enough of playing with those perky cheeks.
“I want you on the bed, my dark knight,” Sam said.
Emory raised an eyebrow and asked, “Really? Back to that one?” He chuckled lightly.
Sam blushed as he answered, “I’m sorry. You don’t approve?”
Emory bit his bottom lip. “I like it. I like it a lot…Samuel.”
“Samuel,” Sam repeated the name with an approving head nod. “I love it when you say my name like that. Let me explore your anatomy.”
Emory climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on his hands and knees. He wiggled his ass for Sam. The man got on the bed and ran his fingers across Emory’s pucker. It was already wet and throbbing.
“You’re already wet for daddy. You know I love it when you’re already ready for me,” he told Emory as he stroked his hard and long dick. He wet the shaft, the head of his cock, and pressed it against Emory’s hole. He pushed, and it slid inside. Emory’s hole throbbed around the appendage.
Sam’s cock was buried deep inside of Emory. Every inch of his flesh brushed the insides of Emory’s ass. It was a feeling that Emory loved feeling. Sam knew just how to fuck him. That extra-long dick could easily make him wet. Sam pulled out of him. He buried his face in Emory’s ass and began to eat his soaking wet cunt. Emory let out a soft moan.
His tongue rolled around inside of him. He lapped at Emory’s walls. His tongue moved in and out of him. His lips kissed the ring of that rosebud. Sam moved his head from side to side, shoving his tongue deeper inside of Emory. He could feel those anal walls vibrate on his tongue. Sam worked his hips fucking him long, deep, and hard. Those strokes sent Emory’s body flat into the bed. Sam continued his assault. He worked that hole, making it extra creamy.
“Oh shit,” Emory cried. “It’s so big and deep inside of me.”
“I fucking love this ass. It feels like magic around my cock,” Sam whispered in his ear.
As he fucked him, he rolled his tongue around the inside of Emory’s ear. He enjoyed tasting every inch of Emory’s flesh. He wanted his body to remember him and crave him earnestly. He gripped Emory’s shoulders for leverage and plowed deep into his guts. The sounds of their bodies smashing into one another were like music.
Sam dick went deeper. His hanging balls pounded into Emory’s taint. Emory’s erection rubbed against the sheets underneath him. Sam turned Emory’s head slightly, and their lips met. Emory reached back and placed a hand on Sam’s ass. He wanted to feel his cakes as he pounded him.
“You missed playing with my ass,” Sam asked with a grunt.
Emory breathed and asked, “How about I show you?”
Sam stopped mid-stroke. It was the thing he had waited the last two months to hear and feel. He wanted Emory’s dick inside of him so badly. He pulled out, and the two men swapped places. Emory moved behind him and ran his finger over Sam’s tight pucker. Sam exhaled deeply.
Sam shivered and said, “Yes. Play with my hole.”
Sam’s hole was tight and pretty. Emory gave his round cheeks a nice slap. He leaned in and kissed the ring of Sam’s anus. He quickly slid his tongue around the hole and then pushed it inside. Sam let out a beautiful moan. He pushed more of his ass back in Emory’s face. Emory’s tongue began to move in and out of him.
Sam wiggled his ass in Emory’s face. He loved having his hole played with. Emory inserted a finger into Sam as he licked his hole. The man was on fire inside. His warmth felt like a hot, crackling fireplace. The pressure of those tight walls made Emory’s dick even harder. Whatever passion that had died was alive again. They could never be replaced. Emory felt this strong desire to breach Sam’s gates for the rest of his life.
Emory looked down, and Sam’s dick was pointed down in his direction. It was throbbing, dripping wet, and leaking precum. He no longer saw Sam as just any old flame. He saw him as someone who still owned his heart and soul. He moved behind him and lined his dick with Sam’s hole.
“Fuck yes,” Sam moaned with excitement.
Emory pushed, and Sam pushed out. They both gasped as Emory’s cock slid inside. That warmth pulled Emory in. His mouth fell open, and his eyes rolled. Sam slightly rotated his hips. Emory slapped him on his ass, and the stud’s body lurched. He smiled to himself and made his anal walls throb around Emory’s dick. Emory slowly began to move in and out of him. He eased his cock and back in.
“GOD YES. It feels so good in me,” Sam cried as he reached between his legs and pulled on Emory’s balls. “Fuck me!”
Emory began to move faster in and out of him. His dick slid in and out with perfect ease. Sam bit down on the pillow and let Emory take him. Those hips began to move faster, and that dick started punching into new depths. Sam felt the pressure in his stomach. His hole moistened, and saliva began to drip from his mouth.
“You feel so good, hot, and tight,” Emory told him as he dug deeper into him.
Emory fucked him harder and faster. He wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist, pulled him closer, and rolled over. Sam found himself riding Emory’s amazing dick. He rocked his hips as he bounced up and down on Emory’s fat cock. He leaned down and planted his lips against Emory’s. As they kissed, Sam rolled round and round on that dick.
“Your cock is so fucking fat. You’re never keeping it from me again.” He meant every word of it. He liked the way Emory’s cock felt inside of him. “I can’t live without you.”
Emory felt a surge of joy and confidence listening to Sam’s moans and groans. He watched the man stroke his big dick as he rode him. Emory placed his hands on Sam’s hips and helped him bounce up and down on his dick. He could feel the fluids in Sam’s ass flow out of him. He never knew he could feel so connected to another person.
“Your hole feels so good around my dick. I never want this to end,” Emory confessed.
“Dude,” Sam shouted, “that fucking stroke game is destroying my walls, and I love it.”
Sam rolled onto his back. Emory slid between his legs. He spread them wide and slid his cock back inside of him. He fucked him with every part of his being. The bed rocked underneath them. Sweat poured off both their bodies. Sam jacked his cock to Emory’s movements. Sam kicked his leg straight in the air. Emory instantly began to lick and suck on the man’s toes.
Sam’s body shook, and his cock throbbed even harder. Emory fucked him deeper and harder. His cock moved through him with purpose. Emory pounded deeper into him. His balls tapped against his booty cheeks over and over. Each tap made Sam’s ass bounce. They both moaned louder and louder. The heat between them burned everything.
“Oh my God. I’m gonna fucking cum,” Sam cried in pleasure.
His cock erupted. Hot white cum shot into the air and landed all over his chest. Emory continued to pound his hole relentlessly. He fucked him faster. That old feeling rushed through Emory as Sam’s walls clung around his cock.
Emory roared, “FUCK!”
He pushed his cock deep inside of Sam and fired off hot ropes of cum. It felt like his cock was having a spasm. Rope after rope of hot semen painted the inside of Sam’s walls. They lay next to each other, spent and exhausted.
“I missed you, babe,” Sam told him. “Longest two months of my life.”
Emory turned over in the bed. He opened his mouth to say something. He needed to tell Sam about everything that had transpired since they’d last seen each other. The front door unlocked and opened. Sam sat up in bed. He looked at Emory and then at the bedroom door.
“Thornton, where are you?” Adam asked.
“Who is that?” Sam asked.
“I’m so sorry. This was not how I wanted you to find out,” Emory told him as he got out of bed.
“Find out? You have a boyfriend? Son of a bitch!” Sam shouted as he slipped on his underwear and pants.
Emory’s eyes widened. Sam had no right to be upset if he had a boyfriend. They weren't together.
“Will you calm down?” Emory tried to reason with him as he quickly got dressed.
“Fuck calm,” Sam exploded. “Imma kick his ass, and then I’m gonna kick your ass. Then when I’m done kicking your ass, we’re gonna make love over and over again until you can’t think of anybody else but me.”
Sam’s authority left Emory speechless for a few seconds. He hadn’t expected so much passion from him. It felt nice and familiar to be loved by Sam again.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Emory told him. “Even if I did, it’s my business.”
“Then who is he?” Sam asked as he stormed past Emory. He couldn’t wait for him to answer the question. “No worries, I’ll find out for myself.”
Sam walked out of the bedroom. Adam stood in the middle of the living room. Sam quickly noticed how gorgeous the man was. He could have been a model. Then he noticed that the guy wasn’t alone. Adam stood behind a stroller, and inside the stroller was a tiny little guy. He looked like an angel that had fallen to earth on a sunny day.
“Sorry,” Adam apologized. “I didn’t realize you had company.”
Emory walked out of the room. He moved past Sam and headed toward Adam and the baby.
“This Adam…my roommate. Addie, this is Sam,” Emory introduced them rather nonchalantly. He felt incredibly nervous about what he knew was about to transpire next.
Adam nodded his head. “Oh, this is Sam. Nice to finally meet you.”
Adam held his hand out for Sam to shake. Sam looked at the man’s hand, but he refused to shake it. He looked at the baby and then at Emory. He felt a tinge of jealousy in his bones.
Sam frowned. “Roommate? He has a kid?”
“No,” Emory corrected him. Emory picked the baby up and turned toward Sam. “I have a kid. Turns out I’m a father. This is my son, Easton Oliver Thornton.”
Sam stood there with his mouth open. He couldn’t believe his ears. He simply watched as Emory smiled down at the baby. There was no denying that the child was Emory’s greatest love. If the baby was his greatest love, where did it leave Sam? Was he ready to take on the role of being a parent? SU had brought Sam and Emory together. It seemed New York was poised to challenge their love, because let’s face it, a baby changes everything!
BOY MEETS BOYS PART I
The End!
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