Emery [bxb]

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When Em comes back, my parents and I drive to the airport to pick him up. I jump onto him, knocking him to the ground. He laughs as we clamber back to our feet, gleefully accepting my mom's proffered flowers and my dad's offer to help with his luggage.

We stop to eat at a kiosk and I kiss his cheek with a loud smack.

"Aww fuck, I missed you, Emmy Bear."

My parents tell us to use the facilities because it'll be a long drive back, but we don't really have to go. I stand beside Emery at the urinal and challenge him to a swordfight.

"But of course," Emery accepts the duel. Luckily, the consortium didn't sophisticate him too much.

We wait until the other bathroom occupant leaves and then whack each other with our dicks until we have to pee.

"Are you coming to the game?" I ask, tucking myself away.

"Duh. When have I ever missed one?"

I pull my phone out and Emery rushes to pull up his pants but I stay his hands, just photographing his face. He crosses his eyes and sticks his tongue out.

I post the photo with the caption #mancrushmonday.

Mine is @brandon.roman.benson, Emery replies.

I love you, I reply.