Boys meet the boys
The sunlight touched everything in the room. Sounds of wet lips gently kissing smooth skin flowed softly. There they were as in love as they always been. Emory was naked and faced down in the middle of the bed with Sam. The yellow sheet was draped thinly across their naked flesh.
Sam planted soft kisses down the middle of Emory’s chocolate back. Em moaned with each kiss he received. His skin melted under Sam’s direction. He could feel the man’s erection as it pressed into his side.
“I could just stay like this forever,” Sam whispered to him.
Emory chuckled. “We could get out and have some fun in the city.”
“I can think of a lot of other ways we can have fun, and it doesn’t require leaving this room…hell, this bed,” he said as he climbed over on top of Emory.
Emory gasped as he felt the head of Sam’s cock push against his tight pucker. He took a deep breath and then pushed out. Sam pushed forward, and the head of his cock broke through Emory’s tight ring. Just as his long, veiny pole broke through, the alarm clock went off.
Emory rolled and BAM! He hit the floor. The alarm continued to blare. The room was empty, and the sun had barely begun to shine. It had all been a dream.
The bedroom door quickly opened, and Adam poked his head in. His bare shoulder and neck were visible, and sleep was still in his eyes.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I fell out of the bed,” Emory answered as he rested his head on the floor and fixed his eyes on the sky.
Adam chuckled. “Might wanna take care of that before little man wakes up. Also, don’t forget tonight I need you to meet the guy whose gonna move in and take over my part of the lease.”
Emory cut his eyes over at him. Adam had a stupid grin plastered across his face. He nodded his head lower on Emory’s body. Em’s eyes followed, and they landed on his massive erection.
“Oh fuck,” Emory quipped as he rolled over and covered his erection. “This can’t seriously be life right now.”
Adam laughed as he exited the room. “We all get hard dicks!”
Emory got up and locked the bedroom door. He jumped back into bed and quickly fished his cock out. It stood straight up. It throbbed with cum that was ready to erupt. He spat into his hand and wrapped it around his member. Just as he began to stroke himself, the sounds of Easton’s cries cut through the silence.
He tossed his head back on the bed and groaned. The ultimate cock block!
***
Sam moved through NYU’s campus as “Young Folk” by Peter Bjorn, and John played in his ears. He felt like a fish out of water. Faces moved past him. It was all so overwhelming. The first day of class could always be filled with anxiety, but the first day in a new city was something else. He took his headphones out. He needed help and was prepared to stop anyone.
“You look lost,” came this soft, daunting voice.
Sam turned around and met the man’s gaze. He had soft caramel skin and hazel eyes to match. His hair was faded on the sides, with kinky natural curls on the top. There was something familiar about him, while also being still stranger like. The corners of his mouth lifted, and those fat pink lips crafted a smile.
“Well, are you?” he asked.
The man was incredibly attractive. His beauty was a perfect blend of feminine and masculine. He stood with poise, character, and regal charm. He spoke like he had been taught and trained by the best minds in the world. He was beautiful, and he fucking knew it.
Sam chuckled. “That obvious?”
“Very. I can help. I’m Elias Jones,” he introduced himself as he extended his hand out.
Sam stared at his hand, and then a smile formed as he took hold of it.
“Sam Horton,” he introduced himself.
“Okay, Sam Horton, are you a freshman?” Elias asked.
“No, sophomore. Transferred from the West Coast,” he answered.
“Lucky for the East Coast,” Elias replied quickly as he looked him over slowly.
The way Elias looked at him made Sam blush. He hadn’t expected it. People always tended to stay away when it came to being bold. The last time he’d experienced someone being so bold was when he was last in New York with Emory and had met Billy and Joey.
“The campus is pretty big, but I can be your personal guide and help you get settled in,” he told Sam as he began to walk away from him. “Keep up, Sammy. I move fast when I have a task.”
Sam shook his head with a smile and followed. He reminded him in more ways than he wanted to admit of Emory. Maybe that’s why he followed so quickly. Maybe he just felt like he had found a nice person in the middle of his new chaos.
***
Emory ran through the gates. Joey stood a mere twenty feet away. He waved his hand and the cup of coffee in the air. Emory ran to him and took the coffee.
“I almost fucking left you,” Joey told him playfully.
“Yeah, right,” Emory side-eyed him.
“Did you talk to Danielle yet?” he asked.
“Still can’t get her on the phone,” he answered.
Emory took a sip of his coffee. His phone rang, and he went digging and reaching in his pockets for it. He quickly spun around as panic set in when he didn’t feel the phone. He spun and smacked the man in the chest with the cup of hot coffee. It spilled all over the guy. It stained his jacket, his white shirt, and his khaki pants.
“FUCK!” The man shouted, completely annoyed and burned by the coffee.
“I am so sorry,” Emory apologized.
The man looked up from the mess that was his clothes and at Emory. He was utterly, insanely, and completely beautiful. He was a mix of Caucasian and Asian. His Asian features sharpened his white heritage. There he was with high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes that seemed perpetually thoughtful. His eyes were dark and expressive, his skin a rich, creamy vanilla, and his dark hair framed his face with precision.
“I didn’t see you there,” Emory explained. “Can I buy you a coffee or something?”
He twisted his face in shock. “Buy me a coffee or something? You just ruined my entire wardrobe, and I have a presentation in ten minutes. No, you can’t buy me a coffee…or something.”
The man’s tone took Emory by surprise. Joey stood in the background with his mouth open.
“Maybe I should buy you an attitude adjustment. I apologized. Shit happens. Who the fuck walks that close to other people anyway? You were clearly asking for coffee, and now you have it.” His Southern drawl came out strong and harsh.
The guy snapped back, “It's fucking New York! Everyone walks close to each other. You dumb ass hillbilly!”
“Hillbilly? Are you fucking serious? Are you even here legally?”
“Emory?” Joey shouted.
Emory turned and looked at Joey. He knew he shouldn’t have said it. He regretted the words the moment they came out of his mouth. He turned back around to face the guy, and he was met with red liquid as it splashed all over him.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Emory shouted as his body trembled with rage.
“Just a reminder from one minority to another, we’re on the same team,” the guy said with a snarky tone.
“Not really,” Joey cut in. “Em is team MAGA!”
Emory retreated inside himself. Not out of shame of his beliefs, but out of fear that he would suddenly be perceived as maybe a racist.
“NOT HELPING JOEY!” Emory shouted.
“Yeah, well, do the rest of us a favor and go back to the south with your backwards ass beliefs,” he fired off. The guy turned and walked away.
Emory turned to Joey. “What the fuck, Joey? I thought we were friends?”
“We are. You should stand on your beliefs, plus it was slightly hot to watch you two go at it.” His voice had a devious undertone to it.
“Eww…it was not,” Emory countered.
Joey cocked his eyebrow suspiciously. “He was hot, and you’re hot. There’s no way you two didn’t notice each other through that exchange. Or are you still holding out hope that you and Sam will get back together?”
Emory dropped his head slightly at the mention of Sam’s name.
“No. Sam made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t ready to be a dad, and I respect that. There is no future there. No matter how much it might hurt.”
***
Emory made it to the office with less than a minute to spare. The first day meeting the rest of the school paper writing staff, and he was covered in red juice. It was less than appealing, but it was just one of those things he had to learn to deal with.
He walked into the room. Everyone was already gathered around a figure that was in the middle of the group, speaking. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself, so he just hung out in the back and listened to the smooth voice of the man.
“I want us to be bold and courageous in the things we write this year. The world outside is changing, and so should the courage we demonstrate. Literature and journalism with integrity have the power to change the world. We have the power to change the world. I plan to get to know each and every last one of you personally. With that being said, I’d like for us to give a warm welcome to Dean Martinez’s newest recruit…. Emory Thornton, are you in here?”
“Fuck,” Emory uttered to himself. It came out louder than he wanted. Everyone turned their attention toward him.
Emory smiled shyly. “Sorry for my dress code. Had a run-in with a rude little bitch.”
“Couldn’t have been worse than the asshole that spilled coffee on me,” came that same smooth voice.
The students moved, and there he was. He stood there with grace and authority despite being covered in Emory’s coffee.
“So, you’re Emory? I’m Jet. Jet Zhao, your editor in chief. I promise…I’m here legally.”
Emory rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Are you going to be able to remove your personal feelings toward me, or will you throw shade all day?”
“I am professional at all times,” he answered. “The question is, will you be able to write objectively for a left-leaning school paper, or will you present alternative facts?”
Emory began to clap as he pressed his lips together in disappointment.
“Bravo Jet! Let everyone know my ideology is different. Truth doesn’t care about politics, creed, race, or anything else. It has one purpose…to be the unflinching truth. My writing has always been vulnerable, transparent, and honest.”
Jet moved through the students. He stood face to face with Emory. As their eyes locked, they could feel the rivalry between them shift into drive. Jet eyes dropped for just an eighth of a second. It was in that brief second that Jet saw Emory. He saw him as someone who stood his ground, was certainly beautiful, and just a little bit sad.
“Good,” Jet smirked. He turned and walked from Emory. “Each of you will submit three ideas for articles. I want something bold and courageous. I will review your submissions, and then we’ll go from there. This is Columbia, we expect the best because we are the best.”
Jet looked around at each and every one of them. He gave them one of his famous head nods and a smirk. “Okay. That’s it. Have a great first day!”
Everyone began to file out of the room. Emory slowly gathered himself together. He turned, and there was a guy leaning in the doorway with a friendly smile on his face.
“Are you Emory Thronton?” the guy asked.
Emory twisted his lip. “Who wants to know?”
“I’m Erik. I’m one of the student guides. Dean Martinez requested that I help you learn your way around the campus.”
The guy had soft caramel skin and soft hazel eyes that hid behind his thick black glasses. His hair was faded on the sides, with kinky natural curls on the top. There was such a gentle, masculine vibe about him. He could easily suck anyone into his world.
“Well, I could have used you before I ran into the mini-Miranda Priestly and spilled my coffee all over him.” Emory turned and glanced over at Jet.
The man had stepped into another office and closed the glass door. He sat at a desk staring at the computer screen.
Emory turned his attention back to Erik.
Erik smiled. “Jet can be a lot with newbies. He’s all bark, though. I’m sure you two will get along just fine.”
“Right. Look at me. I’m covered in his juice.”
Erik nodded his head as he looked Emory up and down. “You are covered. How about I show you around and then we go and grab some lunch?”
***
Erik and Emory walked into the restaurant. It wasn’t overly crowded. A guy in the back waved them over. As they moved toward him, Emory realized the man was Erik’s identical twin brother.
“That’s my twin brother, Elias. He goes to NYU.”
He was the same Elias who taken it upon himself to show Sam around NYU’s campus. Such a small fucking world.
Emory chuckled. “Twin? That’s pretty cool.”
Erik nodded. “Took me a while to appreciate having a brother. Looks like he’s with someone. He’s always picking up strays.”
Emory didn’t notice the top of the person’s head. He was sitting across from Elias. They finally reached the table. At first glance, Emory could tell that Elias was the queer one between the two twins.
“Brother,” Erik greeted him. “This is my student guide, Emory. Emory, this is my brother, Elias.”
Before Emory could speak, he heard his name. It was like a whisper from a stranger from yesterday. It was the name that only he called him.
“Thor.” Sam’s voice was soft and poised. He called Emory as if his life depended on him.
Emory turned, and his eyes met Sam’s. His breath was suddenly caught in his throat. Sam’s gorgeous eyes sparkled with hope and love. Emory’s eyes watered as he tried to hold back his emotions. They both felt overwhelmed with their intense feelings. All that radiant love bottled up between the two of them was on display. Anyone could see by how they held each other’s gaze that they were madly in love with one another.
“You two know each other? Elias asked. There was a slight annoyance in his voice.
“Yeah,” Sam answered. He reached out and took hold of Emory’s hand. He didn’t wait for permission. He could never wait whenever he was close to Em.
It was a soft and gentle touch. It caused Emory to gasp for oxygen. All the air in the world flowed back into his lungs. “Sailor Song” by Gigi Perez played overhead as if it had been waiting all damn summer for them to be together once more.
“I didn’t think…I didn’t know…I…I…,” Emory struggled to find the words to express himself. He didn’t want Sam to think he had planned to ambush him. The words, however, simply escaped him.
“I know,” Sam assured him without explanation. He knew Emory. He didn’t need him to explain anything.
Emory pulled his hand away. He couldn’t get caught up in those feelings that lived in his heart. “I should go. This was a bad idea.”
He needed to get away before he broke down. The wounds from their breakup were still fresh for him. They hadn’t healed, and honestly, he wasn’t sure that they’d ever heal. How could they when Sam made his world calm and chaotic with the blink of his eyes?
Emory turned and swiftly made his way toward the exit. Sam, however, was right on his tail. Emory reached the door. Just as he was about to open it, Sam grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it.
“What are you doing, Sam?” Emory asked as his voice cracked.
That feeling of love, belonging, and purpose only felt real when he was with Emory. Love didn’t feel like a fairytale; it felt like a possible living and breathing thing when Emory would touch him. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t get Emory out of his heart, mind, body, and soul. Sam was a man in love, and he loved the way it felt to be loved and held by Em.
“I miss you. I think about calling you every day. I’m in this big city, and half of my heart is missing. I just want to talk to my Thor,” he said. “I need to hear your voice and feel your warmth.”
“I dreamed about you last night,” Emory confessed for reasons that should have kept him from confessing.
Sam’s eyes lit up. “You did? What was I doing?”
Emory exhaled. “In my bed. Kissing my back. Telling me you never wanted to leave me. It’s the same dream all the time. Just as you’re about to love me, I wake up, and I’m reminded that you’re gone. We’re gone, and then I’m heartbroken all over again.”
“I’d give anything not to be gone,” Sam whispered. “You’re my world, Emory. Always.”
Emory dropped his head. He wished for an escape, but nothing came. He had to find his inner strength. He held his head up. Sam’s eyes smiled, and everything felt whole.
“I don’t want you gone, but I can’t change that I have a son who needs me.” A tear dropped from Emory’s eye.
Sam gently wiped it away. “I don’t want you to cry. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m just not ready to be a father, but I’m also not ready to let you go. Where does that leave us, because I’m torn, baby.”
Emory shrugged. “I don’t know. I just know I miss you. I miss your smell, your touch, and no matter how much time passes by, I still love you. I don’t want to love you, but I do.”
“I love you still. I actually built up my courage and called you this morning. You didn’t answer for me,” Sam confessed with tears in his eyes.
Emory chuckled. “I figured it was you. I tried to answer the phone, and I ended up spilling my coffee on some asshole of a guy.”
“I’m sure he deserved it,” Sam smiled.
They both laughed. It was a beautiful laugh that only they could share. The only thing missing was an epic Sam and Emory dance.
“He did,” Emory told him.
“That’s my baby. Give ‘em hell, Thor,” Sam lovingly encouraged him.
The room went extremely quiet. The longing and passion between them that seemed to never die burst forward. They reached for one another, and their lips touched with the pull of a black hole. The love clawed its way back from the brink. The taste of pain, joy, happiness, and desire rested on their soft lips.
Emory gently brushed Sam’s dark hair out of his face. Their chests rose and fell with burning desire. That look of heat and lust in Sam’s eyes told him everything. He wanted it as well. He’d never fight it. He’d always answer Sam’s call. He’d never deny the man. They would never deny one another.
“Right here,” Emory agreed.
“Fuck yeah,” Sam echoed. “Anywhere as long as it's you.”
Their lips connected again. Emory melted in Sam’s heat. They kissed each other with a savage, like desire. Emory slammed Sam’s back against the wall and ran his hands over the man’s chest.
He pulled away and then ripped open Sam’s button-down shirt. Buttons popped off and scattered across the floor. Emory extended his tongue and ran it across Sam’s sweet vanilla flesh. He couldn’t get over how sweet Sam tasted.
Sam took a handful of Emory’s dark curls and pulled him away. Emory looked at Sam with his big, soft eyes. Sam smiled softly and then leaned in and sucked on Em’s neck. The man let out a soft moan as those gorgeous lips made a seal around his chocolate skin.
“Oh shit,” Emory moaned.
Sam sucked his neck harder. He felt this desire to leave a mark on Emory. He released him and then leaned back against the wall. Emory slowly got down on his knees. He ran his hands up Sam’s abs and chest. He looked up at him with sex in his eyes. He wanted everything the dazzling love of his life had to offer.
Emory placed his soft lips against the line that formed Sam’s V-cut. He kissed it twice. Each kiss made Sam whimper. Emory undid the button on the man’s jeans and pulled them down. His eyes widened at the sight of the concealed erection in those black boxer briefs. Emory reached out and ran his hand over the length of it.
“Don’t be scared, Thor,” Sam said as he looked down at him. His dark hair nearly blocked out his gorgeous eyes. “Take it out. He misses you like crazy.”
Emory exhaled and licked his lips seductively. He pulled the underwear down by the waistband. That long, 12-inch beast flopped out and pointed directly in his face. He opened his mouth and let it ease inside. Sam sighed in pleasure. Emory gently cuffed those balls in his hands as he sucked Sam’s cock. His tongue rolled along the sides of the shaft and under the head.
“Oh fuck. Suck that cock,” Sam encouraged as he placed his hand on the back of Emory’s head.
Emory deep-throated him. He fought against the gag as his eyes watered. He felt Sam’s dick tap against something in the back of his throat. Sam cried out in pleasure. Emory slowly pulled it out of his mouth. He stood up, and the two men kissed again. Their kiss was filled with lust and desire.
Sam ran his hands across Emory’s body. He stripped him naked, one article of clothing at a time. The moment he had the man naked again, Sam bent him over the bathroom counter. He knelt behind him and ran his thick hand over and across those perfect globes. They slowly spread for him, revealing that intoxicating, tight, smooth, pretty rosebud.
Sam went his finger and ran it across the wrinkled flesh. Emory sighed, and then Sam slapped him across his cheeks. They bounced upon impact. Sam swiped his tongue across the pucker, and then he slowly pushed it inside. He gripped those cheeks and spread them further apart. He wanted as much access as possible. His tongue wiggled back and forth and then round and round. He darted it in and out of him. He could taste the nerve endings inside Emory.
He removed his tongue and then slid his middle finger inside. The warmth and tightness were such a turn-on. His finger twisted and moved in and out. He ran his tongue along that thick patch of skin that connected the balls and anus. Emory pushed more of his cakes back against Sam. He wanted him. They wanted each other. Their bodies were calling for it.
“Please fuck me,” Emory uttered. He couldn’t believe he was finally saying those words again.
Sam chuckled in delight behind him. He wanted nothing more than to once again fuck Emory the way he had come to love. He swiped his tongue across that hole once more. He stood up and then lined his cock up with Emory’s wet hole. He pushed, and it slid right inside. They both gasped at the intrusion. Those warm walls spread like an open oven.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” Sam said as he licked his ear.
Emory panted, “You feel so good inside of me.”
Sam began to move his dick in and out of Emory’s hole. He wrapped one arm around the stud’s waist and began to hammer away at him. His cock moved effortlessly in and out. He plowed through him like perfect pussy. Emory’s walls tightened around that long dick. They pulled Sam deeper and deeper. They refused to let him go.
Sam’s balls pounded into Emory’s balls. The man’s hard cock swung back and forth as Sam took him with ease and great satisfaction. They both let out sweet moans. Emory found himself stroking his cock as Sam pounded him. Sam fucked him harder and deeper. Each stroke made those incredible cheeks clap like thunder. Outside, people looked around in horror and amusement as they listened to the two young lovers become acquainted again.
Sam pulled out of him. Emory turned around, and his eyes glanced down at that long meat that had been inside of him. It was dripping wet with thick white fluid. Emory ran his finger across his gaping hole. He felt the wetness and tenderness. It made his dick drip with precum.
Sam quickly kissed him. He pushed his tongue into Emory’s mouth. They could taste each other, and the tastes were otherworldly. Sam hopped up on the counter and took a seat. His cock stood straight up in the air. Emory smiled and shook his head. He climbed up and straddled the man. He eased down onto that waiting pole.
It slid back inside of him. Emory began to bounce up and down on Sam’s cock. He could feel it tapping new places inside of them. His body was filled with pleasure. He rode that cock faster and harder. Sam began to fuck up into Emory’s wet hole. He cuffed those fat cheeks and hammered him like an alpha top.
“Fuck me,” Emory cried.
Sam fucked him harder. Emory stroked his hard cock as Sam hammered into his dripping wet hole. Each stroke was fast, effective, and pleasurable. Emory’s body bounced with every movement. His cock ached for a release. He stroked himself harder and faster. Then, without much warning, he cried out as his cock exploded and covered Sam’s chest with semen.
“I’m bout to cum inside you,” Sam strained as he fucked him faster.
He fucked the man for thirty more seconds. His body went tense, and he let out a loud cry as he tossed his head back. His dick exploded, and he filled Emory’s guts with his cum.
“Holy shit,” Sam exclaimed.
Their foreheads came to rest together. Their breaths slowed as they held one another. A beautiful type of peace washed over them. It was the type you only find and feel when you’re with the person who loves you through time and space for all eternity. To find that kind of love is rare. To find it and hold onto it is even more rare.
It’s rare to keep it because it’s the scariest kind of love. Someone who knows your soul and can finish your thoughts is also someone you can’t hide from. Sometimes we want to hide in life. There are moments when we want to hold onto certain feelings, but when you have that person who you can’t hide anything from, it can be a challenge. Some fail to live up to the challenge.
“What does this mean for us?” Emory asked.
There was silence for a moment, and then Sam finally answered.
“I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out…together.”
Two people who are so in love can do anything together. It’s when they’re separated that life seems to beat out true love.
***
Emory unlocked the door to the apartment. He pushed the stroller in. It had been a long day, and all he wanted was rest. Adam was on the sofa watching TV, and two half-empty beers sat on the table.
“You’re home,” Adam greeted him. “Good, you can meet the guy who is taking over for me. We signed everything and turned it in already.”
Emory laughed. “I better like this guy, Addie.”
Adam smiled. “He’s good people. What happened to your shirt?”
Emory rolled his eyes as he closed the door. He’d almost forgotten about Jet and his temper tantrum.
“Some little bitch poured juice on me,” he answered. The memory burned like a fresh scar. “Completely humiliating.”
Adam chuckled in disbelief. “That’s fuckin’wild. Some asshole spilled coffee all over the new roomie.”
Emory froze. There was no way Adam could be talking about Jet. Maybe it was all one big coincidence, he thought.
“I really should get…” Jet’s voice trailed off as he stepped out of the bathroom and made eye contact with Emory.
Emory and Jet stared each other down. As they faced off, something switched. Their stance slightly softened. Not enough for anyone to notice but them.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Emory mumbled.
Jet uttered, “You have got to be kidding me.”
Adam twisted his face as his eyes flickered back and forth between the two. “You guys know each other?”
They both snapped their heads toward Adam. He looked like he was ready to burst with laughter at the vibe between them. It was a vibe that they didn’t seem to like. Both men spoke at the same time.
Emory yelled, “This is the bitch.”
Jet simultaneously yelled, “This is the asshole.”
Adam laughed. “Oh, this is gonna be epic.”
Emory and Jet glared at one another. They couldn’t see the fun in any of it. Yet they could sense something else just beneath the surface. The boys had met the boys, and the second year of college was looking to be a very big year.
TO BE CONTINUED
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