Emery [bxb]

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We're officially finished pre-med, so we head back home for one last summer at the cottage before med school.

We spend the day skipping stones and playing soccer on the beach. Sometimes I kick the ball deliberately into the water to make Em go after it. At night, I strum some chords on the guitar, grinning at Emery across the campfire while singing cheesy pop songs, his firelit face split in a matching grin.

I move around the fire to cozy up to Emery, who is presently flipping pieces of bacon on a pan. I obtain a spit and roast a fat marshmallow, which I then press up to his lips.

"Eat it," I order, and he does.

"Mm, thasgood."

My parents have one bedroom, my cousins another, and my aunt and uncle take up the third. I always spoon Emery on the pullout bed in the living room, and no one ever asks any stupid fucking questions.

It's dark, but three of the four walls are floor-to-ceiling windows, so Emery and I are intently peering out at the sleepy wildlife.

"I can't sleep."

"Neither can I," Emery scowls, turning around. The moonlight makes his blond curls glow like a halo.

Our lips make a soft sound of suction when they meet. A flurry of kisses pass between us before I lick him and he opens up. When his tongue comes poking out of his mouth, I take it in, nip his lower lip before sucking it between my teeth. The kiss grows hotter; so does my body temperature. Panting softly, I push him onto his back on the bed and prop myself up on my forearms while we continue to make out.