Chapter 25
twenty-five
“Hm?” Luca glanced at him before focusing back on the road.
They were two minutes away from Short King Farms, and Luca was vibrating.
He’d been vibrating ever since Emerson had pushed him against the wall of his childhood bedroom and promised him filthy things.
He’d been vibrating ever since Emerson had danced with him in the old barn hours before, ever since he’d sucked Emerson off in the shower.
Luca had never been so turned on in his life.
“You said you’d show me your cabin.”
They were almost at the turnoff for the farm.
Slowly, Luca pulled to the side of the road. When the car came to a stop, he dropped his forehead to the steering wheel with a groan.
“What? I want to see it!”
“I know, I just—” I was an idiot. “You promised you’d fuck me. I really, really want you to fuck me, Emerson.”
“And I will. But you promised me I’d get to see your cabin.”
With another groan, Luca straightened and put the car back in drive.
When they got back to the stop sign at the highway, Emerson reached over and squeezed Luca’s thigh. High on Luca’s thigh.
“Soon,” Emerson said. “Promise.”
“Not helping,” Luca said, flicking off Emerson’s hand while he watched for oncoming traffic, and Emerson laughed.
And fuck Luca, but anything was still worth it to hear Emerson King laugh.
He drove the rest of the way on autopilot, the route to the cabin now engraved in his instincts, even if his mind was in a hundred different places at once.
But by the time they drove down the short drive, the cabin in the bluffs coming into view, and Emerson’s breath caught in his throat just before he released an awe-filled, “Wow,” Luca’s mind and body started to focus.
Started to calm. When he cut the engine and stared at his home through the windshield, he was filled with a bittersweetness he couldn’t put into words.
“I lucked into it, really,” he said. “I’d only been saving my own money for a few years, but the guy who was selling it knew my dad. Was moving away and just wanted to get rid of it, was happy to leave it in the hands of a Greyfin Bay family. My dad cosigned the loan to help me with the bank.”
“It’s beautiful, Luca,” Emerson said. “Show me the inside.”
It was quiet when they stepped onto the drive, like it was always quiet here. Not as quiet as the farm, though. Here, the sound of the ocean just beyond never left you.
Luca clicked on the light as they walked inside.
He stopped at the kitchen island, where a note rested on the counter.
Emerson walked ahead of him, examining everything closely, like he had in Luca’s old room: the contents of the kitchen, the view of the Pacific from the deck.
The sun was almost down by now, the sky turning dark, but there was still a sliver of light at the horizon, grapefruit red.
“What’s that?”
Emerson walked behind him, propped his head against Luca’s shoulder to read the note from Ben.
Luca - Thank you so much for letting us stay here. It was the most perfect, most peaceful place to wake up as husbands for the first time. It’ll be part of our best memories of this weekend always.
- Ben
PS. When you see Emerson next, Alexei would like if you could please pass along his sincere apology for kissing him
“Alexei kissed you?”
Emerson laughed, the sound soft and tired against Luca’s t-shirt.
“Just on the forehead. I hope he’s not actually embarrassed about it. I think he’d had a bit to drink.”
Luca smiled, wishing he’d been there to see it.
“You do have a very kissable forehead.”
“Right, well. As we’ve established, there’s so much of it. And it’s so easy for you to reach.”
Luca turned, his smile deepening as he wrapped his arms around Emerson’s back.
“And as we’ve also established, both of those things are good things.”
“Sure, sure. Come on, show me the rest.”
Luca laughed. “You can already see it. The rest’s all here.”
Still, Emerson disentangled himself, walking around the rest of the open room. He stuck his head into the bathroom, trailed his fingers along Luca’s bedspread. Luca leaned against a wall, watching him.
“It’s wonderful,” Emerson murmured, taking a last look around before padding to where Luca stood.
He wrapped his arms around Luca’s waist, eyes soft.
“It’s so you. Thank you for bringing me here.
Thank you for introducing me to your family.
For being there during the interview earlier.
Thank you for going to that brewery that night and sitting next to me when I was sad. Thank you, Luca, for everything.”
Jesus.
Luca looked down at him, the words trembling on the edge of his lips.
I love you. I love you so fucking much it scares me.
But he didn’t want to feel scared when he said it the first time, and they had literally just decided they were even fucking dating, and he was so overwhelmed he was terrified. So he leaned down to kiss him instead.
Emerson’s lips were soft, ready for him, so perfect and careful and Emerson, and for a while, Luca didn’t want anything more. He only wanted to kiss Emerson King until their lips were swollen, until they fell asleep like this, breathing the same breath, their mouths only for each other.
But of course, then Emerson’s hands drifted up his shirt, and soon enough, Luca had once more forgotten any interest in sleeping.
“Emerson,” he murmured after a time, when things had started to get sloppy and out of control, “want you to fuck me right here, but I took all my supplies to your house.”
Emerson’s hand was in Luca’s unzipped jeans, palming him over his underwear while Luca bucked into him.
“Let me blow you here,” Emerson said into Luca’s neck. “And then we can still do all the other stuff at home. You’re young, Luca. You can come twice for me.”
“Fuck,” Luca said, not about to argue. But also—“I’m not that young. I’m thirty-three.”
Emerson laughed into Luca’s jaw.
“Get back to me when you’re almost forty.”
“I will,” Luca said, and it came out aggressive, far more aggressive than he had been intending. For a second his heart wobbled, worried he’d shown his cards too much, that Emerson could hear what he’d meant: you better still fucking be with me when I’m forty.
But of course he was showing all his cards. It had been the most emotionally exhausting day of Luca’s entire life. He had no idea what he was doing. He was so raw at this point, so wide open, that Emerson could barely poke him and all his insides would come spilling out.
Emerson pushed him even harder into the wall before he dropped to his knees. He tugged Luca’s jeans down before placing his open mouth over Luca’s briefs, sucking him through the fabric, and Luca released a reedy, needy noise.
“Emerson,” he panted. “Please. I’m so worked up I’m gonna die.”
Emerson laughed around Luca’s underwear before he pulled away and finally freed Luca’s dick from the fabric. “Relatable, Luca.”
And then he had mercy, and ran his tongue up the underside, his fist wrapping around the base, until finally he took as much of Luca into his mouth as he could.
Which wasn’t super deep; Emerson’s gag reflex was still too strong.
So while he wasn’t as much of a slut about blowjobs as Luca was, if anything, it touched Luca even more that he still offered them at all.
And he always made them good—what he couldn’t do in depth he made up for in wetness, always getting his hand covered in spit so that, his fist and his mouth working in tandem, it still felt fucking incredible.
“Love your hands,” Luca mumbled, moving his hips so he was just barely fucking Emerson’s face, the way they both liked it. “Love your lips.” This he could say, this he could do; he could list every single attribute of Emerson he loved while they were like this. “Not gonna last long, baby.”
Emerson hummed, increasing his rhythm while his free hand squeezed Luca’s ass. Luca brushed his fingertips over Emerson’s cheek, losing his breath, trying not to cry.
“Emerson,” he warned. Emerson wasn’t good at swallowing either, which was fine, which was totally fucking okay, because—
Emerson pulled off just before Luca exploded, closing his eyes as Luca came all over his face and neck.
“Oh fuck.” Luca sank to the floor immediately, taking control of his dick, holding himself through aftershocks as Emerson caught his breath, mouth open, eyes still closed.
“Fuck, I still can’t believe you let me do that.
” He pulled his shirt over his head. “I’m pretty sure you’re good; just give me one second. ”
When his shirt was off and he could see clearly again, he examined Emerson more closely.
“Yeah, your eyes are safe. You can open them if you want.” He started cleaning Emerson off with his shirt.
Most of it was on his chin, his neck, the collar of his own shirt.
Emerson’s eyes fluttered open, his lips smiling.
“I like that you think it’s hot,” he said, voice hoarse.
Luca paused. “It’s hot to you, too, though, right? Because I don’t have to—”
“Luca.” Emerson’s smile grew crooked. “Literally every single thing you do is hot.”
“Okay.” Luca bit his lip as he continued his work. “If you’re sure.”
Emerson leaned forward and kissed him, before Luca was even sure he’d gotten it all. His grasp on his t-shirt grew limp as the kiss stretched, soft and open-mouthed. Luca released a low, happy moan, every cell in his body loose and content.
“You’re gonna have to wash your shirt,” he mumbled into Emerson’s lips.
“Yours too,” Emerson smiled back.
“Emerson,” Luca said. “Take me home now.”
It was possible Luca fell asleep on the way there.
He’d given Emerson the keys before they’d left the cabin, knowing he was still too drunk from the orgasm, too overwhelmed from the day to fully trust himself behind the wheel.
But he trusted Emerson to get them back to the farm safely. He’d trust Emerson with anything.
He was still a bit of a ragdoll when Emerson nudged him awake, when he rolled out of the car, shirtless, leaning against Emerson’s side for support.
He kept leaning there as Emerson unlocked the door, as he flicked on the lights, as he took Luca’s shirt from his hands and tossed it in the direction of the washer and dryer.
The moment they entered Emerson’s room—their room?
No, Luca could still only think of it as Emerson’s room—Luca finally stood fully upright long enough to push Emerson onto the bed.
Emerson released a startled laugh as he fell, ass first, onto the mattress. But when Luca climbed on after him, straddling Emerson’s thighs with his knees, leaning down for a kiss—Emerson pushed a hand against his chest, stopping him.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Luca. You’re exhausted. We can just sleep.”
Luca shook his head. “I’m awake now. I want—” He swallowed. Maybe it was a sign, actually, that he was too exhausted, because tears almost pricked at his eyes again when he thought about what he wanted. “We can sleep forever immediately after, but I really want you inside me.”
“Okay.” Emerson lowered his hand from Luca’s chest, leaned up for a soft kiss. “Okay. Do you want to use your toy again?”
“Yeah.” Damn, Luca hated the logistics of this sometimes. “Give me a few minutes to get ready.” Another kiss, more sweet than anything. “I’ll be right back.”
When he did return fifteen minutes later, Emerson smiled at him from the bed, where he’d been scrolling on his phone.
He put it down, motioning Luca forward, taking the items from his hands that would now live in this room.
He positioned Luca’s languid body onto its stomach, kissed down his back until his mouth met Luca’s ass.
Luca had actually forgotten he’d demanded this, his breath hitching at the first sensation of Emerson’s tongue, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Still, after only a short amount of time, he started to feel vulnerable. Emerson’s body was too far away. He needed him closer.
“Emerson,” he said. “It’s so good, but can we move on to the next part?”
Emerson kissed his way up Luca’s back. “Of course,” he said, voice almost a whisper as Luca shifted himself onto his side.
Emerson focused his kisses on Luca’s shoulder as he started: with his fingers, with Luca’s toy, his body close now, warm, even if it still didn’t feel close enough.
They were quiet, other than groans from Luca, murmured “Okay?”s from Emerson.
As if the rest of the day had used up all their words.
As if they both understood that all they needed now was this.
Until Luca asked for Emerson to move on again. “Just you,” he said, trying to arch himself closer to Emerson’s torso. “Please.”
Emerson moved slowly when he eased in. Until finally, finally, Emerson was as close as Luca needed him. Until Emerson was right there, behind him, inside him, part of him, and Luca groaned in contentment.
Emerson took his time, his thrusts slow but deep, exactly what Luca needed.
With both of them having already come today, they were able to last longer, until they were both damp with sweat, time stretching like taffy, Emerson’s lips just brushing Luca’s neck, their fingers intertwined on Luca’s hip.
Eventually, Luca couldn’t take it anymore, the pressure that had been slow to build now consuming him, his muscles burning. He slid his fingers from Emerson’s sweaty grip to touch himself.
“Baby,” he murmured, “Need to come.”
Emerson groaned into his hair. “Yeah,” he breathed, picking up his pace.
“Me too.” And then it was fast, and hard, but somehow still wrapped up in whatever gauzy glow had fallen over them, and when Luca came he thought maybe he’d never breathe again, the air around them thick and salty, like fog over the ocean.
When Emerson came a minute later, he collapsed onto the bed when he was done, his sticky forehead pressing against the base of Luca’s neck.
“Fuck.” His breath ghosted over Luca’s back. “Never gonna walk again.”
“Mm,” Luca agreed. “Just sleep. Right here. Forever.”
Emerson laughed the smallest, most exhausted laugh he’d ever laughed before slinging an arm over Luca’s side. With the last of his strength, Luca cuddled closer into him, pulling Emerson’s arm against him, trapping him.
“Never leave,” Emerson agreed. Even though Luca knew it was a lie. Emerson would be up with the sun again tomorrow, ready to take care of his world.