His fingers curl around the waistband of my shorts, tugging slowly, all while whispering those same two words over and over.
It’s okay. It’s okay.
But nothing about this feels okay.
His hands are shaky. His shoulders stiff around his ears.
We’re in the fucking hallway.
His eyes … they’ve gone dull. Like he’s not even here. Not even looking at the fabric he’s pulling on.
“Emmett,” I murmur but that doesn’t stop him from freeing my cock.
I’m soft, laying limp on my nuts, and he manages to get the elastic just beneath my length.
“It’s okay,” he says louder this time, just barely above a whisper. “I deserve it.”
My heart pounds and my throat goes thick.
“Deserv—”
He dives forward, lips grazing me before I can wedge a hand between us and grip his chin.
“Red.”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs again, and pushes against my hand, attempting to get closer.
My stomach is in my fucking throat, my cock receding into my body as his tears drip onto my wrist.
“I’ll be good and suck it back like the worthless boy that I am.”
He dives for me again, and God help me, I palm his neck and force him back.
“Emmett.Stop.”
Tears stain his lashes and leak down his cheeks as I sit up, putting more distance between me and his concerningly-eager mouth as I snap the elastic band back along my waist.
My chest grows hot, the throbbing dulled as something ugly rears up to steal my focus.
“What thefuck, Emmett?”
It comes out harsher than I intend, and I drop my grip from his throat.
“I-I-I’m sorry,” he cries and buries his face in his hands as I push to my feet.
“Sorry?What?” I fix the way my cock hangs in my shorts, my jaw flexing with its clench. “I don’t fucking get it.”
For a moment, he’s quiet, though his shoulders shake.
“I c-can take it back,” He whimpers and crawls closer. “It’s okay. Just let me have it back.” He claws at my shorts, yanking at the material I have tohold onto. “Just let me. It’ll be good, I promise.”
“I saidno. Not like this.”
I slap his hands back when hewon’t stop yanking, the sting radiating across my palm.
“Stop!” I shout, my chest pumping with my breath, my face red hot with anger.
He finally stills. Drops his hands.
