Letting Go



 

After the party, Sierra breezed into the kitchen, frowning as she hugged him. “Emmett, I’m so sorry. Drew told me about the misunderstanding and--”

“There wasn’t any misunderstanding,” Emmett sniffed.

“Drew’s situation is complicated,” she continued, “he’s expected to behave a certain way with his friends because they wouldn’t understand--”

“Then he needs a new circle of friends.”

Sierra stopped and blinked at him, then sighed. “Yes, he does. Which is why I was hoping,” she smiled coyly, “—you would… get along better. Baby?” she called.

Drew walked into the kitchen, and leaned against the counter, eyes roaming over Emmett.

“I think we’ve cleared the air,” Sierra said to Drew before leaving the room.

Drew went to the refrigerator and took out two beers, handing one to Emmett. “You like football?” he asked.

“I like the tight pants,” Emmett replied honestly.

Drew just nodded. “I like to watch tapes to unwind. Wanna see last week’s game?” Drew was walking down the hall before waiting for an answer.

Instead of going to the den, Drew walked upstairs. “Actually, I should probably go. If you could just give me my check, please,” Emmett called after the other man, setting his unwanted beer on a discarded coaster left behind on the hall table. But Drew didn’t acknowledge he heard him and Emmett followed up the stairs, just to get his money.

He found Drew in a bedroom with a large plasma screen playing a football game. After Emmett entered behind him, Drew shut the door. Startled, Emmett blurted, “What about S--”

“She doesn’t like football as much as she likes being engaged to the star quarterback.”

Drew was looking at the screen and Emmett followed his gaze, watching a pile of men writhe together as they fought for the ball. “What’s not to like?” he asked, mesmerized by the twisted limbs and wild grunts as each man tried to get another to submit his ground.

Drew suddenly tackled him, knocking Emmett back onto the bed. He gasped for breath as the air was forced from his lungs and Drew seemed unbearably heavy, and hard, on top of him.

“Like that?” Drew asked gruffly.

Emmett nodded, closing his eyes as Drew’s face moved closer and out of focus before their lips met.

 

***
 

Emmett was on his back, legs pushed back against his chest and spread wide by Drew’s large hands as Drew fucked him hard and fast. Emmett’s arms were extended above him, pushing back against the headboard to keep his skull from being smashed in from the force of Drew’s thrusts.

Lost in a haze of intense pleasure, Emmett didn’t see Sierra join them until she was on the bed. Dressed in a football uniform, including pads, a helmet, and shoes, she slicked the strap-on dildo protruding from the opened pants with lube and moved behind Drew.

 

***
 

Emmett never expected to see Drew again.

After a few weeks, he stopped thinking about that night and he didn’t for a second think it would be Drew standing on his doorstep when he answered the knock on his door.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

 

***
 

Most of the time they fucked at the hotel across town so Drew wouldn’t be seen at Emmett’s apartment too often and Sierra wouldn’t know Drew was falling in love with him.

 

***
 

Emmett woke first, Drew’s heavy arm and thrown over his chest. Drew was asleep face down on the bed where they’d collapsed after the last round of lovemaking and Emmett glanced briefly at the clock, though he didn’t really care if Drew was late getting home, and lubed the vibrator.

Slipping carefully out from under the man, he pushed the sheet down off Drew’s waist and nudged one leg out of the way. Drew stirred and shifted, but he didn’t really come to full consciousness until the hard latex was deep in his ass. Still groggy, Drew did little more than just grind his hips into the mattress and Emmett loved watching the tousled head toss on the pillow as Drew’s eyes rolled back in his head.

His back and thigh muscles were taut and gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat as he rode the first fiery shocks of pure pleasure when Emmett flicked on the vibrator. But just as soon as it started, it stopped and Emmett jerked the toy out.

Emmett tossed the vibrator aside and Drew rolled on a condom. Emmett positioned himself on his hands and knees, bracing for the first hard thrust. Overstimulated, Drew fucked like a bull and Emmett couldn't get enough.

“Not this time, Sport.” Drew flipped him over and fucked him face to face, pushing in agonizingly slow.

Drew wouldn’t even kiss him. He had Emmett pinned beneath him, studying his eyes and lips as they flattened to tight lines of frustration.

He never asked for this.

 

***
 

Drew let the water run over his neck and back, slowly rotating his shoulders to loosen stiff muscles. He soaped his chest and belly and Emmett slipped his arms around Drew from behind, sudsy fingers rubbing matted hair and hard nipples.

“Sierra wants you to cater the wedding.”

Suddenly the water turned cold and Emmett got out to warm up.

 

***
 

Emmett never expected to see Drew again.

After a few weeks, he was still miserable and he didn’t think he would ever stop thinking about Drew and Sierra—

Every time there was a knock at his door, he prayed it was Drew and he didn’t for a second think it would be Sierra.

“He can’t stop thinking about you.”

 

***
 

She’d never let him go.

Emmett drank too much on their wedding day and sprained his ankle stumbling down the stairs as he carried boxes to the moving van.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Ted asked for the hundredth time as he drove them over later.

Emmett wasn’t having the same argument again so he just stared out the window.

“At least having an industrial kitchen will be more convenient,” Ted acquiesced. “I know how well your business is doing and I’m very proud of you.”

Emmett pretended he really meant it and forced a smile back.

As they turned up the long drive of the newlywed’s home, Emmett saw all the windows were dark and he forced himself not to think about Drew and Sierra on their ‘honeymoon’.

It was only a week, and he’d be busy moving into the guest house and overseeing the renovations of the kitchen he and Sierra would use to christen their new partnership as they grew the business.

Emmett let himself into his new home and carefully wove his way through the maze of boxes left by the movers earlier in the day. He dumped his overnight bag on the bed and shuffled to the bathroom on his throbbing ankle to wash up before turning in.

He froze when he turned the light on, relief flooding through him. The countertop was already cluttered with bottles of Drew’s hair gel, cologne, and favorite soap and his robe was hanging on the back of the door.

Emmett turned back to the bed and this time noticed Drew's favorite pillow amidst the hastily dumped bedding. He reached for it and jumped as his cell phone rang. Fishing it out of his pocket, he smiled when he saw Drew’s number.

It didn’t matter if she never let go. She’d never have him again

 

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