Boys meet the facade
The sound of Easton’s hungry cry broke Emory from his deep slumber. There was an ache that dwelled deep inside of him that he kept pushing down. He climbed out of bed and picked the baby up from the crib. He held him close and soothed him as best he could. He moved through the apartment quietly in a zombie-like state. In his mind, Mary J Blige sang “Your Child” as he walked into the kitchen and prepared the bottle. He had to make sure the milk was the perfect temperature. Not too cold and not too warm. Everything had to be perfect, the little one who shared the same eyes and nose as him.
He finally got the temp just right. He fed it to Easton. The little one quickly quieted down and began to drink from his bottle. The second bedroom door opened. A groggy, half-dressed Jett stepped into the hall. He was shirtless in a pair of shorts that were shorter than short. He was giving some serious thigh meat. In Emory’s hazy fog, he could still appreciate killer thighs on a man.
“You need help?” he asked.
“No,” Emory answered. “Sorry he woke you.”
“It's cool,” he said. “Adam warned me about the baby beforehand.”
He turned to head back into his room. He stopped and turned back toward Emory.
“So, you’re really a father?” he asked.
“Whether I want to be or not,” Emory answered. It was a late-night confession that just easily slipped out. A confession he never thought he’d make to another living soul.
Jett went back into his room. Emory finally got Easton back to sleep. He put him in the crib, and then he placed a call to Danielle. The call went straight to voicemail.
“Danielle,” he began. “It’s me again. You’d said you'd be right back. You needed to get the formula. It’s been three months. I’m drowning. We need you,” Emory paused as a tear escaped from the corner of his eye, “I need you. Where are you? Call me back.”
He hung up the phone, and before long, he was asleep. Hours later, Emory woke up. The sunlight flickered through the room. He picked his phone up. HOLY SHIT! He was late. He jumped out of bed and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Just as he was about to run in, Jett closed the bathroom door. DAMN! Emory groaned in frustration. He pushed it all down. Another hit he’d just take on the chin.
***
“Hey,” Elias called out.
Sam stopped in his tracks. He turned and smiled at him. A moment of warmth and softness spread between the two of them.
“Are you stalking me?” Sam asked playfully. His eyes twinkled as he spoke.
“What?” Elias feigned ignorance. “I would never.” Lies!
“I think you would. You keep showing up everywhere I’m at,” he said as he approached him.
“I was actually on my way to class, and I saw you. Wanted to see how you were settling in with things.”
“Pretty good,” he answered. “I’m thinking about finding a roommate.”
“Okay. Very interesting development. How’s the boyfriend?” Elias couldn’t wait to ask about Emory.
Sam chuckled. “Emory is great. We’re not boyfriends.” Sam paused. “ It’s complicated.”
“Why? You’re hot. It should be very simple.” He wasn’t subtle about his thoughts and feelings.
“Thank you. Emory is hot as well,” he said it as if he needed to remind himself that Emory was hot. “I messed things up when we were out west together. I lied, and that lie gutted him,” he admitted.
“Sounded like you guys more than made up for it at the restaurant last week. Quite the performance you put on.” Elias’s voice stung with flirtation.
Sam blushed at the thought of people hearing him and Emory. “You heard us?”
“Everyone in New York heard you guys. You’re lucky they didn’t call the cops. I figured you guys knew with the way you ran out of there after the deed was done.”
Sam laughed. “No. We just went to talk. We’re figuring things out.”
Elias nodded his head. “What do you want? You want to be with him?”
“I don’t know anymore. I think so. I followed him here, and I love him. I love him so much, you know. It's just that things have changed. He has a kid now. So that adds another complication to our lives, but he’s my Emory, and I’m his Samuel.”
Elias moved closer to Sam. He closed the distance and completely invaded Sam’s personal space. His smell washed over Sam Horton like a mighty wave from the ocean. The depth of his eyes pulled Sam into a vortex of his own doing.
“Well, when you’re ready to uncomplicate your life and have a little college carefree fun, come find me,” Elias whispered to him.
Sam gave a nervous chuckle. He quickly observed the surroundings. His attention went back to Elias.
“How am I supposed to do?” Sam asked. His voice was that of a whisper. He was flirting with danger, and he didn’t even know it.
Elias ran his hand down Sam’s chest. Across the quad, Joey saw the exchange. He was waiting around for Billy and just so happened to see Sam.
“I slid into your DM’s last week. I sent you a little link to something with exclusive access to me…a bit more intimately.”
***
Emory knocked on the door to Jett’s office. The man was locked in on his computer. He looked up and motioned for Emory to enter.
“Emory, is everything okay?” Jett asked.
Emory cleared his throat. “You can tell me why you keep rejecting my ideas. I’ve given you nine ideas for amazing stories, and you keep rejecting them.”
Jett sighed and pressed his lips together for a second.
“They were decent but not good ideas. Bring me something hard-hitting, and I’ll green-light it for you,’ he said matter-of-factly.
Emory couldn’t believe his ears!
He nearly choked. “Are you serious? You gave Martin the okay to write an article about a student who eats crayons. How is that hard-hitting? Admit it, you have a problem with me, which is insane considering you live in my apartment!”
Jett stood up from his desk. He walked around and stood face-to-face with Emory.
“I have a problem with what you’ve presented. I pay rent, and I treat you with respect. I stay out of the way in your apartment. I told you once before, and I’ll tell you again, I keep professional and personal separated.”
Emory quickly closed the office door. He knew he was about to explode.
Emory hissed, “Bullshit! You cut me off at the knees every time. Two fucking weeks and I haven’t written a single damn article. I literally interned for the New York Times this summer. I fucking wrote a masterpiece of an article. I am already the best, and that’s maybe the problem. You’re fucking jealous!”
“JEALOUS,” Jett shouted. “You’re so fucking insufferable, Emory. At home and here. At home, you act as if I don’t exist in your home. Here you act as if I’m out for your blood. You’re Emory Thornton, the same guy who did a TikTok expose on a sexual predator. Your article, which you wrote this summer, was stunning. I don’t believe in your politics, but my God, you blew me away with the article. Where is that, Emory? I would love to meet him. Maybe he actually has ideas in his brain. Or have you already peaked?”
“FUCK YOU!” Emory shouted. His rage tore through the walls.
Emory stormed out of the office. As much as he hated to admit it, Jett was right. That first article was written two days before Danille had shattered his life. It was possible that all the stress he felt with trying to be there for Easton and respecting Danielle’s wishes not tell her parents about the baby was too much for him. He felt like there was a crack somewhere deep down inside of him that was forming.
***
Sam walked out of the building. He spotted Joey and could tell by the look on his face that he had been waiting for him.
“Joey, how you been?” Sam asked as he moved toward him.
“Good,” he answered. “So, I’m just gonna pull the band-aid off. Emory’s my friend, and I love him like a brother. Should I be telling him that the guy he’s madly in love with is fucking a guy who vaguely looks like him?”
Sam laughed. He thought it was a joke, and then he realized that Joey wasn’t smiling. He quickly stopped laughing. It clicked that Joey wasn’t joking around.
“You’re serious? Where did this come from?” Sam asked.
Joey held up his phone. He had taken a photo of the moment that had been shared between Elias and Sam.
“Elias is harmless. He flirts, but he’s harmless. He has a twin brother at Columbia that Emory is cool with. Also, Emory and I aren’t together. We’re figuring it out.”
“I don’t care,” Joey laid it out. “ You weren’t here at the start of summer. Danielle blew his life up. I watched him go through it. She left him with a baby. She’s gone in the wind, and he’s barely hanging on. He does a good job of acting like he’s not phased, but he’s breaking inside. So, either be serious or leave now.”
Before Sam could say anything else, Joey turned and walked away. Sam pulled his phone out and called Emory. They needed to truly figure out their path.
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner tonight with me? Okay. I’ll send you the info. I love you.”
***
Emory was dressed and ready for his date with Sam. His phone lit up. Peter was trying to FaceTime. He got so excited. He answered, and there he was. In a world full of moving parts that had him drained and unsure of himself, Peter still had a way of centering Emory.
“What are you doing, Thornton?” he asked with that chill smile.
“Nothing,” Emory answered with a smile. He sat up on the bed. “I’ve missed you. How was your mission trip?”
“Really good,” he answered. “I’m so glad I went. I needed it. It was time to make sure Peter 2.0 is here to stay and be the person you saw in me.”
“And is he?”
Peter grinned. “Of course. Tell me, does it make you upset that I went to Kenya before you?”
“A little,” Emory laughed. “A little.”
“I can hear the secret you’re keeping in your voice. What are you hiding from me?” Peter asked.
Emory sighed. “I made a mistake coming here, or maybe it’s not a mistake and just so much as I’ve made mistakes that I’m paying for now.”
There was a long pause.
“Danielle had my baby. I’m a father.”
“Whoa. Okay, let’s unpack all of this. Tell me everything.”
***
Sam had changed into some workout gear. He needed to go for a run and clear his mind. Emory had stood up at the restaurant. It stung to sit there and wait for someone, and they never showed up. He opened the door to his apartment, and there was Emory with his fist raised as if he were about to knock on the door.
“I’m so sorry. I lost track of time,” Emory immediately apologized.
“It’s cool,” Sam told him. He was short and dry with his response.
“It’s not. Luckily, I still have your location,” he held up his cellphone as he spoke.
Sam inhaled and exhaled. Then he asked…
“Why didn’t you tell me about Danielle? Why did I have to learn it from Joey and not you?”
Emory sighed. “It wouldn’t have changed anything. I’d still be a dad, and you’d still not want a kid. What difference would it have made?”
“I would have been there for you, Emory,” he told him. “You’re always there for me.”
Emory ran his hands across his face in frustration. His eyes rolled toward the sky.
“It would have been too painful. It still is… painful. We co-exist in limbo, Sam. Neither one of us wants to make a move to have the conversation because we’re both afraid of the answers. This is just pretend until we can’t anymore.”
Sam took hold of Emory's hand. He held it gently.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Sam countered. “We can find a path that works for us. I can be there for you and be your boyfriend.”
As much as Emory wanted Sam, he knew they needed to be on the same page about everything.
He asked, “Is that what you want, or is that what you feel obligated to do?”
“Both,” Sam admitted. The truth was scary, but it needed to be revealed.
Emory pulled his hand away from Sam. The gesture stung.
Emory laughed once. “I’m not an obligation. I don’t need you to force yourself to be in my life. I can get over you. It’ll take some time, but I can do it. I’m an emotionally balanced person who is capable of working through heartbreak and disappointments.”
“I know that. I just don’t want you over me. I want you with me. I’m just scared. I love you, and I thought tonight when you didn’t show up that you were telling me you didn’t want to try.”
“Never. Time just slipped away. Peter called, and we hadn’t talked in months.”
“Second place to my ex-boyfriend. That makes me feel better.” Sam hung his head as the words came out of his mouth.
“You’re never second place when it comes to Peter or any man, for that matter. So, don’t think that. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. What can I do right now to convince you that I’m willing to work at this with you?”
Sam backed away with Emory, with that beautiful smile of his plastered across his face. He turned around and pulled his running shorts down. He revealed that cute, tiny little ass of his. His cheeks sat up nicely and were shaped just right by the straps of his jock. He bent over the desk and looked back at Emory.
“Make it up to me,” he said with a wicked smile on his face.
Emory chewed on his bottom lip as his eyes sparkled with lust. He moved into the apartment and across the room and knelt behind Sam. He placed his hands on those smooth cheeks and spread them. That pink little pucker winked at him. Emory stuck his tongue and instantly began to probe Sam’s hidden place. His tongue darted in and out of Sam’s tightness.
“Fuck yes,” Sam moaned.
Emory ran his hands over Sam’s tight body as he tongued his hole. He swirled it around inside him. He pushed against the velvet pink walls and moistened them with his saliva. Sam’s pucker pulsed, and his body quaked. He loved the way Emory’s tongue felt inside of him. He pushed back against it, wanting it deeper inside.
“You want some dick?” Emory asked as he kissed those parted cheeks.
Sam shook his head quickly. He wanted to feel every inch of Emory deep in his tunnel.
Emory stood up and quickly undressed. His cock was already at full attention. The blood had it thick and firm. It twitched with desire. Emory took his dick and slapped the fat head against Sam’s opening. The stud’s body flinched with desire.
Emory lined himself up perfectly and eased his fat tool inside of Sam’s tight ass. That hole opened and closed around the member. Emory slid in balls deep and began to move in and out of Sam's hot ass. He wrapped his arm around the man’s body and began to drive himself deeper into him. Sam bucked his hips back and forth as his soft moans escaped his mouth.
“You feel so fucking good,” Emory exclaimed.
“Fuck me, baby,” Sam cried. “You fuck me so good.”
Emory increased his pace. He pounded into his boyfriend’s tight hole. Each stroke opened Sam up and made him moist. His body jerked, and his erection strained to break free from the jockstrap. Sam gripped the edges of the desk as Emory cock continued to punch through his soft guts.
“FUCK!” Sam cried as he slammed his fist down on the desk. He tossed his head back, knocking his dark hair out of his face.
Emory pulled out of Sam’s warm and moist hole. He spun him around and snatched the jock off his body. Sam’s massive tool flopped out, and Emory quickly took it into his mouth. Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. His hips began to move as he fucked Emory’s throat. He moved in and out without a problem.
Emory had become an expert at taking Sam’s pipe. His throat and body relaxed as he feasted on that big white cock. He stroked his big black cock as he deep-throated Sam. He swallowed every inch down to the base. Sam groaned in absolute pleasure.
“Shit,” Sam panted. “I fucking love you.”
Emory looked up at him with those sexy fucking eyes. Sam nearly melted right then and there. They were fucking perfect together. Sam pulled his tool from Emory’s mouth. He dropped to his knees and took that chocolate thunder into his mouth. Emory gasped from the sensation.
Sam rolled his tongue around the shaft and played with the head. His lips formed a tight seal around it, and his tongue coated the member with saliva and sweet DNA. He quickly pulled off Emory’s cock and flipped him onto his knees.
Emory chuckled and pushed his ass out. Sam slapped his cheeks. He spread them and licked his lips. His chocolate dessert was ready to be eaten. He buried his face between those fat cheeks and went to work. His tongue swiped the center over and over. He wiggled his face in it and nibbled on the ring.
“Eat my ass, babe,” Emory panted. “Open me up, Samuel.”
Sam stood up and bent over Emory. He pressed his smooth, warm body against Emory’s flesh. He rolled his long tongue across his neck and back.
“You know how much I love it when you call me, Samuel. It makes my cock harder,” he whispered.
He pushed against Emory’s hole and slid right inside. They both gasped as his cock pushed through Emory’s tunnel. Sam began to work himself in and out of Emory’s hole. Those cheeks clapped with every stroke. Their bodies molded together. Sam’s cock pressed deep inside the man. Their bodies clapped like musical instruments.
“Holy shit,” Emory uttered. “Fuck me, Samuel.”
“You love my dick? You love having me inside of you?” he asked.
“I do.” Emory could barely get the words out. His body was wracked with pleasure.
His ass clapped each time Sam’s pelvis drove into him. His cock swung back and forth between his legs. Precum dangled from the slit of his dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was so in love with Sam that he couldn’t see life beyond the moments they shared.
“I want some more dick,” Sam told him, softly and hungrily.
He pulled out of Emory’s dripping wet hole. They stumbled to Sam’s bedroom and onto the bed. They giggled as their lips touched. Everything slowed down for a moment. Emory flipped Sam onto his stomach and eased his glistening tool back inside his hungry, hot hole.
“Fuck, baby,” Sam panted.
Emory massaged those cheeks as he began to fuck Sam’s hole. The stud bit down on the sheets and took Emory’s pounding. His prostate was stimulated with each stroke. He bounced his ass back on that dick.
Emory slid his tongue inside of Sam’s ear as he took him. Those booty cheeks began to turn red. Sweat poured from their bodies. The room began to smell of their experience and time together. Emory pounded into him harder and deeper. The bed rocked and squeaked.
“FUCK!” Sam shouted as his cock erupted. “Jesus Christ!”
He sprayed the comforter with his thick load. The man had fucked the cum out of him hands-free. The sensation of Sam’s anal muscles contrasting sent Emory over the edge. He let out a roar and flooded Sam’s insides with his semen.
***
Emory eased out of the bed as Sam slightly snored. He had to go and relieve the babysitter. He slipped his clothes back on. He went into the kitchen and fixed a glass of water. He looked around and made sure he was still alone. He opened a bottle of prescription pills and popped one.
He quickly put the pills into his bag. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I told you a baby changes everything. Just how much it changes a person…well, that remains to be determined. Until then, you’re simply met with the façade of a supposedly emotionally balanced person!
TO BE CONTINUED
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