Emery [bxb]

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Emery and I are red-faced, rolling around on the floor. Panting. Calling each other names. Knocking things over. Grunting. Landing punches.

"I hate you so much," he hisses, but doesn't put up much of a fight when I kiss him. Face flushed and mottled with heat, he kisses me back, hard.

"I have to tell Aly about this..." he gasps when he finally pulls away and staggers shakily to his feet.

"Why does she have to know?" I entreat breathlessly. "C'mon...don't you wanna maybe fool around a little? One last time-"

"No, Brandon."

I press up to him, pleading.

"Look it's not just for me," I whisper, "it's for my girlfriend too. Things are a bit...soft in the hardware depart-"

"No!"

"Emery, I'm sorry..."

"Don't, just stop."

"She'd understand-"

"Yeah, that's the thing," he snaps. "She would understand, which is why I can't."

I've completely deflated, shoulders sagging in defeat.

I don't when it happened, exactly. But I've been holding a torch for him for a long time now.

"Emery...something happened to me, man..." I can't meet his eyes, awkwardly rubbing the back of my hot neck. "Are you, uh...are you sure nothing happened to you too?"

"Get out, Brandon."