Chapter 5

• It was warm, a yawn escaped Emerson's lips as he stretched his limbs, reluctant to open his eyes. It’s been a long time since he got such a peaceful sleep.
• With the intention to go back to sleep Emerson nestled closer to the source of warmth beside him, breathing in the lavender scent mixed with something sweet Emerson could not be bothered to identify.
• Emerson was content and halfway to ‘la-la’ land when there was movement to his right and warmth engulfed his mid-section.
• Getting comfortable under the smoothing sensation on his hips, Emerson wiggled into the sheets, he felt a harsh grip on his waist and a hiss filled the air, but wasn’t enough to fully arouse him from his sleep.
• The body moved again, Emerson felt a bulge poking at his backside, jerking him awake.
• Emerson turned mid air and collided with a hard surface, sharp pain running up his back as he found himself hissing harshly on the floor.
• “Ouch.”
• There was shuffling and William crawled to the edge of the bed looking down at him with strands of silver hair falling over his face.
• “Are you okay?”
• “Wh…wh…” Emerson trailed off while he scanned his surroundings.
• The room was filled with sunlight slipping through the large floor to ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of a garden below.
• The walls were painted white, and the floors were covered in hardwood. A shelf stood by a desk at the far end of the room. On the side just past the bed was a TV stand, a large tv on it, a sound system, and a gaming console. Emerson’s eyes slowly crept back to the king-size bed where William sat on his knees.
• “Where am I?”
• “My home.” William answered, offering his hand for Emerson to get up. “Well my room to be precise.”
• Emerson took William's hand and was pulled to his feet.
• William stared shamelessly at Emerson’s rock hard body, his well defined torso, broad shoulders and muscular arms that were ferocious when flexed.
• His eyes trailed down the large body, how it tapered down to Emerson’s waist, and went further to explore the trail of hair that disappeared into Emerson’s boxer. The noticeable bulge that rested between Emerson’s legs was enough to make William draw in a sharp breath. He could feel himself twitch in his pajama pants.
• Then he slowly let his eyes dragged back up Emerson's body. William licked his lips when he caught Emerson’s rosy nipples on display.
• Feeling himself hardened in his pants William flushed, letting his hands rest between his legs as he turned away.
• Emerson’s brows furrowed as he looked at William's flushed face, his bare torso and how his hand rested between his legs. His eyes snapped back to take in his own appearance.
• He paled when he noticed he was only in his underwear.
• Emerson's eyes widened, as dread washes over his body and he stumbled backward. He couldn’t have done anything with him right? His father would kill him if he found out he had touched William in…in an inappropriate manner.
• “No, no, no ,no…” Emerson chanted, staring wide eyed at William.“ I…I didn’t…do anything to you…did I?”
• Emerson's heart was beating rapidly against his ribcage. Please, please, please, my obsession with him could not have led to this could it?. Oh God! Dad is going to kill me!
• “Nothing happened.” William's voice pulled him from his thought process. Emerson still didn’t look convinced. “You passed out on me after drinking at the tree house…I brought you here because I didn’t know where you live.”
• That seemed to calm Emerson down a bit but he was still on edge when he asked. “For real?”
• “Yeah.” William breathed out “For real.”
• Emerson breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the edge of the bed, with his back to William. He tried to take deep breaths, repeatedly running his hand over his head and face.
• “I don’t mean to brag but no one, and I mean no one had ever freaked out at the thought of having sex with me.” William chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
• Emerson turned slightly toward William who was still kneeing on his bed. “I could see why?” Emerson said before he could think it through.
• All his fears and anxiety evaporated into thin air as he stared into William’s eyes.
• “What?”
• “You are beautiful.” Emerson stated again. Taking in the way his silver-blond hair fell down his face and shoulders, down his toned chest. He is oddly pale. Emerson thought.
• “You know…” William said, waiting patiently for Emerson to finish his tour on his body. Only when he held Emerson’s gaze again did he speak. “That is a gay thing to say.”
• William watched as Emerson's face hardened and he stared down at his hands. “No, it's not,” he whispered, clutching his fists, “I’m…only appreciating your beauty.”
• Despite Emerson’s physical reaction to his words, William’s cheeks grew red, at Emerson's compliment. “Well, thank you.”
• Emerson glanced back up at William, he opened his mouth but closed it before he could get his words out. Then he closed his eyes and sigh loudly. “Can I touch your hair?”
• Emerson's eyes snapped open the moment the words left his mouth, and squeezed his hands even tighter.
• But he has always thought of how it would feel to run his hand through them.
• William bit his lips, his eyes drifting down Emerson’s body. “Only…only if I get to touch your pectoral.”
• Emerson narrowed his eyes at William. “You’re not gay, are you?”
• William shrugged. “They are huge.” His eyes drifted down again. “Who wouldn’t want to touch them?”
• At that moment Emerson did not know what came over him, he was strangely calm considering he was practically naked in William’s bed.
• “Sure.” Emerson answered.
• Emerson held his breath as he slowly raised his hand towards William’s face, his locks were soft to the touch. Emerson turned fully to face William on the bed, their knees touching as he ran his hand through William’s hair.
• Emerson drew in a sharp breath when he felt William’s hand on his body. A shiver ran through him when William deliberately brushed past his nipples. He couldn’t help himself, not when he was this close to William.
• Emerson's eyes locked with that of William and he felt like he was drowning in those amber eyes, he held them for a while before he slowly trailed down his nose to his lips.
• William’s breathing was shallow, head tilted back slightly as he stared up at Emerson. William pressed more into him, running his tongue over his bottom lips and Emerson couldn’t help but copy the action.
• “Liam…” Emerson breathed out. His lips inches away from William’s. He could feel William’s hands as they moved slowly down his abdomen, stopping at the hem of his boxer.
• “Yeah?” William whispered.
• “I’m…I’m not gay.”