“Okay, okay.” With a wince, Luca pushed himself off the floor. Wrapping his arms around Emerson’s back, he pulled him into his chest. “Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to take a quick shower back at the house”—he kissed Emerson’s temple—“and I’m gonna blow you while we’re in there, get you nice and relaxed for your interview, and then you’re gonna kill it and it’s gonna be great.”
“Um.” Emerson could barely breathe, he was so aroused and stressed at the same time. “If you’re sure.”
“Oh, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
And smooth as anything, Luca reached down and re-buttoned Emerson’s pants for him before giving Emerson a little pat on the cheek.
“Come on,” he said, grinning. “No time to waste!”
And Luca literally ran out of the barn.
“Fuck,” Emerson said to himself. “Fuck, Luca please be careful!”
He ran, eyes constantly switching between the rutted, uneven dirt road at his feet and making sure Luca was still upright ahead of him, until Luca rounded the bend and disappeared. By the time Emerson entered the house, he could already hear the shower running. By the time he entered the bathroom, Luca had already whipped off his shirt and was working on his pants.
Emerson could only stare at him, breathless.
“Come on,” Luca said as he pulled off his socks. “Clock’s ticking.”
Emerson knew it was, and still, he watched, motionless, as Luca stepped naked into the shower. Only then did his brain slowly stutter into action.
“Emerson King,” Luca called from behind the curtain. “Get in here and let me shampoo your hair.”
A laugh escaped Emerson’s lungs as he struggled out of his clothes as quickly as his shaking hands could go.
When he stepped over the lip of the tub, Luca’s hands were already sudsed. He motioned with his head toward the water. “Come on. Get yourself wet.”
After navigating around Luca, Emerson did as asked. Except his hands faltered in his hair when Luca stepped as close as physically possible, their lower bodies pressing together. Gently, Luca stuck his hands in Emerson’s hair and tugged him away from the spray as he sudsed him up.
“I assumed the Spider-Man shampoo wasn’t yours.”
Emerson could only stare at him, eyes half-lidded, half afraid his legs were going to give out at any minute.
“Used it a few times when I had to,” Emerson murmured, hands reaching for Luca’s hips. “It works.”
“Mm.” Luca smiled at him. “But this one smells likeyou.”
And then he leaned down and kissed him, and Emersongrabbed his ass, pulling him closer, rocking into him and groaning as he kissed him back. The idea of Dahlia and London being here soon felt like a faraway alternate reality. In this one, right here, there was only this, the slickness of both of their bodies, the warmth of the water, the tenderness of Luca taking care of him.
“Mm,” Luca hummed again as he pulled back from the kiss, still smiling. He reached behind him and grabbed the conditioner from the caddy. “Here. You take over this part.”
And then he slid down Emerson’s body to his knees.
Emerson shuddered, looking down at him.
He hadn’t truly thought Luca had been kidding before, but still, everything that was happening was?—
“Oh my god.” Emerson’s arm smacked the tiled wall behind them, trying to find something to grasp onto as Luca took him into his mouth. He widened his stance as he tried to maintain balance.
Luca pulled off a second later to look up at him.
“Conditioner,” he said, voice stern. He maintained eye contact as he sucked Emerson into his mouth again, even as water splashed down on his face, making his eyelashes clump together.
“Oh my god,” Emerson said again, attempting to do as he was told. He squirted the conditioner into his hands even though his fingers were shaking. He tried to find a place to put the bottle but he was too far away from the caddy, and Luca was—he couldn’t?—
Luca held up a hand for the bottle. He placed it on the ledge of the tub without pausing the action of his mouth, then twisted his wrist in ahurry upmotion as he bobbed on Emerson’s dick.
“Fuck,” Emerson muttered as he shoved the conditioner into his hair. Which really didn’t take much doing, considering how little of it he had, so he could finally focuson?—
