Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Mason
Imade my way through the hardware store to the aisle with the windows, measurements stored on my phone, and stewed over what had just happened.
I didn’t mind being seen together in public, even if we did look like a couple of teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.
What I worried about was Emery’s job. What if a parent of one of his students saw us and told the principal?
Would he face consequences at his workplace?
Emery had said he wasn’t worried, and maybe I should let that be the final answer.
Then again, if he really hadn’t been concerned, would he have stayed at the cabin?
I quickly found the windows I was looking for and put them on a rolling cart.
As I stood in the checkout line, the cashier, a guy who appeared to be maybe twenty, looked me up and down and grinned.
He had his hair pulled back in a ponytail and a ring through one nostril.
He didn’t strike me as the type to work at a big-box hardware store, but who was I to judge?
When it was my turn, he raised his eyebrows.
"Well hey there. Find everything okay?"
"Yep, I just need the windows today."
He took my card and rang me up, and as he passed it back, he spoke again. "Can I get your phone number?"
"Oh, I…" Was I giving off vibes that made him think I'd be interested in a guy almost half my age?
"For our points program," he clarified.
"Ohh." I nodded and rattled off the number.
"I mean, not that I’d mind giving you a call sometime, if that’s okay."
"I’m—I’m not—single. I’m not single," I managed to stammer, unsure of what to say.
The checkout guy nodded and shrugged. "Oh well. I figured it couldn't hurt to shoot my shot."
With a small laugh, I took my card back. "Guess not." I headed back to the SUV with my purchases, ready to tell the story to Emery. Once I was back at the cabin, I rushed inside to find him.
“Em! You’ll never believe what happened to me. The cashier hit on me. He asked if I wanted him to call me sometime."
"What did you say?"
"I said no, of course. I told him I’m with someone."
Emery nodded slowly. "But you didn't want him to know it was me."
"No, that’s not—I mean… What’s going on with you?"
He glanced at me again, quiet for a long time. "I don’t want us to be a secret. I know it’s new. I know it’s a shift in our sexualities and that people will need time to adjust. But… I don’t want to hide."
I reached for his hand and took it in mine. "I don’t want you to hide."
"Then why did you sound afraid that someone would see us?"
My chest ached. I took a deep breath and squeezed his hand. "I just—I’ve heard stories about teachers getting fired for, like, going to bars. I don’t want you to risk your job for me."
"That’s not going to happen. It’s not like we live in a super conservative area. Besides, if my job doesn’t want me because of who I’m with, that’s on them."
"So you’re not afraid?" My voice sounded small and unsure.
Another quiet moment passed before Emery spoke. "Not to be seen with you."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I… I’m afraid you won’t want this anymore once we get home. Or that you’ll decide something we’re doing is too gay for you to be comfortable with. Or that you’ll be embarrassed to be seen with me."
I smiled softly. "None of those are going to happen."
"You’re sure?"
"I’m so sure."
He nodded. "Good."
It was an unseasonably hot day, even for summer, and by the time we’d finished installing the windows, I was dripping with sweat.
Emery had helped and he looked as wilted and miserable as I felt, his blond hair sticking to his forehead, sweat running down his neck and dipping below his shirt collar, his cheeks pink with exertion.
As much as I wanted to get him back in bed, I didn’t think either of us were in any condition to fool around without at least rinsing off.
"You want to go jump in the lake? Cool off a little?" I asked as we headed inside.
Emery shook his head. "No way. I need soap."
I smirked, all sorts of dirty thoughts racing through my mind. "Shower it is."
We made our way to the bathroom and stripped down, the sight of his naked body making my breath catch in my throat.
I’d expected to miss the curves and softness of a woman’s body, but Emery’s strong lines and angles were just as sexy as any woman I’d ever seen.
Sexier, even, because I wanted him more than any woman I’d ever seen.
He turned on the shower spray and stepped inside, groaning in relief as the water hit him.
The sound made me shiver and sent a bolt of lust straight to my dick.
"Move aside, I want in, too." I followed his lead and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind me. The stall shower wasn’t really big enough for two adult men to shower and have much room to themselves, but I didn’t mind the proximity. I wanted all the closeness I could get.
I grabbed the combo hair-and-body wash and lathered up before scrubbing myself clean, relief flooding me as I did.
There was something really relaxing about being clean after a hard day’s work, and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else at that moment.
Emery cleaned up, too, before stepping close and kissing me lightly.
"You know," he murmured. "We’re in this shower, all clean and slippery…" He reached up and adjusted the showerhead so that the water was mostly hitting the shower wall, rather than either of us.
I raised my eyebrows. "What did you have in mind?" He kissed me again, deeper, and reached between us to palm my cock. I moaned in pleasure, becoming hard almost instantly.
"I want to try something. Turn around."
Lust pooled in my gut, uncertain of what he was about to do, but ready for it, whatever it was.
His hands dragged down my back and settled on my hips as he dropped to his knees.
His fingers made their way to my ass and my breath hitched, my body ready and wanting, my cock aching already.
The next thing I knew, he was spreading my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to him.
I had never felt so vulnerable in my life.
A second later, something firm and slick dragged across my hole, Emery’s tongue sending sparks of need through me.
"Jesus," I muttered, dragging the syllables out as he teased at my entrance.
I screwed my eyes shut firmly and let the sensations take me over, the firmness of his tongue as he worked my hole, the way his thumbs spread me open, intense heat building in my groin.
"Please." I didn’t know what I was asking for.
Emery seemed to know, though, and a second later, he slid a finger inside me a little at a time.
The stretch burned, but in a way that left me wanting more, wanting to feel it, to feel him, as much as possible.
I arched my back and thrust my ass toward him, chasing the feeling.
When he chuckled, vibrations against my hole made me groan, my cock swelling, nearly ready to topple over the edge.
Soon, a second finger joined the first. He eased them further in and I cried out as he hit a spot deep inside me that sent stars bursting behind my eyelids.
"Fuck, Em."
Emery pulled his fingers out and pushed them inside me again, still working at my hole with his tongue.
It was almost too much to bear, but without any attention to my cock, I knew I wouldn't be able to reach an orgasm.
I shoved my hips back again and again, desperate.
Without warning, he pulled out completely, a whimper escaping me as the loss of his fingers and tongue registered in my brain.
"Why?"
He moved his hands to my hips again and spun me around to face him, my rock-hard cock directly in front of his mouth.
Without hesitation, he parted his lips and took me in, nearly to the root.
I could’ve come right then, but I took deep breaths to stave off the impending orgasm, wanting it to last forever.
When Emery’s fingers found their way back to my hole a few moments later, thrusting deep into me again, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I groaned as my orgasm ripped through me.
Pulse after pulse, I spilled into his mouth, his lips stretched around my girth, taking as much as he could, bobbing his head and working my cock through the shockwaves.
My knees weakened and threatened to buckle with the intensity of it.
When I was completely spent, Emery looked up at me, grinning, and shut off the water. "Feeling better?"
"God," I muttered. "I don’t know if I can move."
"That good, huh?"
I chuckled weakly. "Better. I can hardly wait to show you how good that feels."
"Race you to the bedroom?"
"I can’t." I took a few deep breaths and gestured for him.
"C’mere." When he stood, I pulled him in for a deep kiss, relishing my taste on his tongue, my spent cock tingling and twitching valiantly.
We kissed for a long time, Emery rutting against me slowly as we did, my hand drifting down to stroke him lazily.
When things began to pick up pace, I pulled away. "Yep, time to relocate."
Emery groaned, deep in his chest. "Fuck. I thought you’d never ask."
I gave him a playful shove away from me and smacked his ass as he stepped out of the shower. He gasped and paused before groaning again, and I made a mental note to do that again sometime.
A few moments later, Emery was spread out on the bed, both of us still dripping wet.
I climbed on and settled between his thighs on my stomach, hooking his legs over my shoulders.
My heart pounded and as much as I wanted to do exactly what I was doing, nerves zinged through me, fear that I’d fuck up somehow.
I spread his cheeks apart and buried my face between them, sliding my tongue out to taste him.
Emery moaned softly and rocked into it, so I figured I must’ve done something right.
I tried to remember the things he’d done to me, the way he’d taken me apart little by little, but all I could really remember was the mind-numbing bliss I’d experienced.
I moved on instinct, licking and thrusting into his hole, moaning as my cock began to stiffen already.
When he was soft and pliant, muscles giving easily, I slid a finger into him, causing him to groan and writhe.
He reached down and gripped his cock, stroking slowly as I worked him open.
After he seemed accustomed to the first, gasping for more, I added a second finger, thrusting deep into him to hit that magic spot.
As Emery stroked himself, I moaned, so turned on that my cock was fully hard again, leaking against the sheets, and I couldn’t help but rock my hips down to get a little friction as well.
I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him.
I felt like a teenager again. I worked him like that, listening to his groans pitch up and become more desperate, and when he sounded like he couldn’t take any more, like he was close to the edge, I released one cheek and gripped his thigh with my fingers, digging my nails in just enough to sting.
Emery cried out as he came, his hole pulsing and clenching around me as I continued to fuck him with my fingers until he was completely spent.