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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