By Request



 

Drew gaped at Emmett, licking his lips nervously.

“I won,” Emmett repeated gleefully, “so you have to do anything I say.”

Drew nodded curtly. Yeah, those were the rules before they started. Except Drew never dreamed of losing, but he sure as shit dreamed of a dozen ways he would fuck Emmett all afternoon when he won. “What?” he asked sharply, walking off to piss like he didn’t care Emmett had him by the balls. He wasn’t going to do anything gay.

Emmett was standing on the bed, bouncing a little, when Drew returned. Emmett smiled coyly and pointed to the foot of the bed. “Kneel before the master.”

Drew stood rooted at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t think so, Sport.”

Emmett’s smile never faltered. “Don’t be a sore loser now.” He jabbed his finger toward the floor. “Just do it. Promise it won’t hurt a bit.”

Drew warily kneeled, his arms still crossed over his chest. Emmett walked to the end of the mattress and stood in front of him. “Now kiss me...there.” Drew recoiled, unable to hide his surprise, and Emmett brushed his fingers through Drew’s hair. “Do it. And say I have the gag reflex of a god. Though you should’ve known that already. Why would you challenge me to a beer chugging contest?”

Drew dipped his head, trying to cover a grin. He’d been had and he couldn’t even be annoyed at Emmett for it. From that angle, all he could see was Emmett wiggling his toes at him.

Emmett tapped his head. “I’m waiting.”

 

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