Emmett gasped, the sound almost lost in the cold air between them. “Gray…”
“You can call me Rooster, you know,” he murmured, then pressed their mouths together again, but just for a second, before pulling back just far enough to barely separate them. “At least until you’re ready to start calling me something else.”
“Oh,” Emmett moaned, grabbing at his coat and tugging, silently asking for more. Begging for more.
Instead of lining up their mouths, Rooster ran his lips down the soft edge of his jaw, sucking a little right at the hinge just to see if he’d make that soft noise again. He did, his little moan punching Rooster in the gut and sending all the blood from his body to his dick.
“Please… Rooster…” Emmett squirmed, brushing against Rooster’s body with every tiny movement.
“Please what, little boy?”
He turned his face, seeking out Rooster’s lips. “Kiss me. Please. A real one.”
It was Rooster’s turn to groan, somehow not prepared for the pretty words said in that lust-drunk voice. “With fucking pleasure.”
Cupping the sides of Emmett’s cool face, he pressed their mouths together. Giving him areal one. The world around them faded into nothing, the coldness barely even noticeable as his body heated from the inside out. He’d kissed a lot of people in his life—men, women, a few nonbinary folks—but none of them,none, had ever felt like this.
They’d never even come close.
Little sparks of electricity fired off just beneath his skin, his fingers tingling where they gripped at Emmett, holding him just where he wanted him as he sank into his sweet mouth. He tasted like the chocolate cake they’d shared for dessert, his tongue tentative as Rooster did his best to lick every goddamn inch of him.
He knew he was probably getting too aggressive, his hold too tight and lips too greedy, but he couldn’t seem to hold back. He wanted to possess this sweet little boy, and Emmett needed to know it. Needed to understand how fucking deep Rooster’s desire for him went.
Emmett’s arms slipped inside his jacket, his hands gliding up his back and making him want to fucking purr. It was such an innocent touch, but it set him on fire. He finally tore his mouth away to gasp against his cheek, doing his best to catch his breath and find his footing again.
It was hard though. Everything felt tilted, like the moment he’d touched the tip of his tongue against Emmett’s, his whole world had shifted.
“That was nice,” Emmett said breathlessly, his tight hold on Rooster not loosening at all.
“It was perfect,” Rooster corrected, nuzzling against his face and wrapping himself around Emmett, not quite ready to separate from him but wanting to share his body heat.
“Rooster…” There was a catch in his voice, like he didn’t believe him.
“Don’t argue with me, little boy. That was the most perfect kiss in the history of kissing, and I won’t hear a word otherwise.”
Emmett giggled and snuggled in closer. “Okay. You’re right.”
“Damn straight,” he said just to hear that delightful sound again. “When can I see you again, baby?”
He felt the hesitation, their bodies too close even with all the layers on them for Emmett to hide it.
“Don’t. Whatever that thought was that just had you worrying, let it go. I’d break into your house tonight and slip into your bed to hold you all night if I didn’t think Viper would beat the shit out of me.” He rubbed his face against Emmett’s soft hair, inhaling his sweet scent and holding back a groan. “There are no rules except the ones we make. Now, tell me I can see you again soon.”
Emmett tipped his head back, eyes moving back and forth between Rooster’s for a long moment. His damp lips tugged up at the corners finally, and he whispered, “You can see me anytime you’d like.”
Bingo.
5
Emmett took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was going to be fine. Ollie hadinvitedhim. He wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t want Emmett there.
He eyed the building in front of him and grimaced. Devil’s Garrote. He knew what a garrote was, and he wasn’t sure why the club’s VP would name his bar after it. It was a little… scary.
Before he could force himself out of his car, someone tapped on the passenger window, startling the crap out of him.
Gasping, he jerked his head around and clutched at his chest. CJ clapped a hand over his mouth, but Emmett could tell he was laughing. They just stared at each other for a moment, and then Emmett realized he was being pretty rude and reached over to unlock the door.
CJ slipped inside and turned to face him, his pretty eyes still dancing with amusement. “Sorry about that.”
