What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Breaking and entering

Emory awoke to the sound of rustling in his living room. He huffed and grabbed his phone off his nightstand, checking the time. It was four in the morning. He groaned before standing up, rolling his shoulders back, and rubbing his eyes. He walked to his bedroom door, his hand hovering over the knob, hesitating to open it. He glanced at the baseball bat next to his closet, the one he used two years ago when he was into sports. He yanked it up off the wall, holding it with his right hand as he opened the door and stepped out, raising the bat, ready to swing at whoever might be in his house.
"Fuck!" He yelped, the bat clattering to the floor as he dropped it. Someone had stood up off the couch but it was far too dark to make out who was standing there.
"A bat? Really?" The person called out, crossing their arms over their chest. Emory took a sigh of relief after he recognized the voice. Red's voice.
"Why the fuck are you in my house?" Emory asked, kicking the bat lightly as he walked up to Red, stopping in front of him. Red looked down at Emory before replying.
"I wanted to make sure you got up on time and that there wasn't a repeat of yesterday."
"So you broke into my house?"
"You could put it that way," Red shrugged, grinning slightly.
"It's four in the fucking morning!"
"Lower your voice, people are sleeping."
"Just like I should be!"
"Lower your—"
"Make me!"

Red clasped a hand over Emory's mouth, spinning him around and slamming him down on the couch. Emory grunted as his back hit the couch, Red's knee next to his thigh while his other foot was still planted on the ground. Red eased up the pressure slightly but didn't remove his hand just yet.
"You ready to be quiet?" Red asked in a mocking tone, winking at Emory. Emory rolled his eyes but nodded, grabbing the wrist of Red.
"Hand off," Red muttered, it sounded more like a warning than a request. While Emory normally wouldn't have complied so easily, he wanted Red to take his dirty ass hand off of his mouth, so he released his grip and let his hand fall back down to his side. Red smirked and removed his hand from Emory's mouth, sitting next to Emory after he did so. Emory clicked his tongue, visibly annoyed.

"If someone had actually broken into your house you would've died right away," Red said, breaking the silence with quite a weird remark. Emory scoffed, turning to look at Red.
"Yeah? Why's that?"
"You screamed and dropped the bat as soon as I stood up, Emory."
"And?"
"And if there was an actual intruder, they would've shot your ass."
"What if they didn't have a gun?"
"Stabbed your ass,"
"What if they didn't have a weapon?"
"Beat your ass,"
"What if—"
"Quiet," Red commanded, leaning his head back against the couch and closing his eyes for a moment.
"What? You tired?" Emory teased, a grin spreading across his face.
"I'm resting my eyes."
"God, you're old. My dad said that shit all the time."
"How many times do I have to tell you for it to actually stick?"
"You know the answer to that,"
"Do I now?"
"Yeah,"
"Okay, then I know that you'll shut the fuck up right now if you want to keep that pretty little mouth of yours attached to your head," Red said mockingly, keeping his eyes shut while Emory muttered something. Red didn't bother asking what he had said, all he knew was that Emory would be quiet for ten minutes at most.

Emory stood up off the couch, glancing at Red who hadn't opened his eyes for five minutes. "He's probably asleep." Emory thought to himself, starting to walk to his room.
"Where you goin'?" Red asked, speaking in a low tone.
"To get my phone?"
"Mmh. Okay," Red mumbled, turning his head to the side as his eyes were still closed. Emory grabbed his phone before returning to his living room and sitting back down, staring at Red for a moment. "He's a pretty sleeper." Emory thought to himself before quickly shaking his head. "What the fuck? Why would I ever think about something like that? That's so fucking stupid." He corrected himself, brushing off the fact that he had just called Red a 'pretty sleeper'.

By now it was 4:30 in the morning, two hours before he would usually wake up. He groaned in annoyance, he would most likely be tired for the rest of the day.
"Stephen wakes up around this time..." Emory thought as he opened his messages app, finding Stephen's contact. He paused for a moment before switching tabs and opening his camera app instead. He pointed his phone towards Red and took a picture of him, planning to use it against him in future situations. However, his phone wasn't on silent mode so Red opened his eyes and sat upright, his eyes narrowing.
"Give me the fucking phone," Red demanded, holding his hand out.
"No," Emory responded cockily. Red then grabbed Emory by his shoulders and slammed him down against the couch. Emory was now lying flat on his back whilst Red was pinning him down. Emory's eyes widened as he grunted, trying to push Red off of him as he tried to keep his phone out of Red's reach.
"Fuck, Emory! It's not that hard to give me the phone!" Red said through gritted teeth, tightening his grip around Emory's arm that was limp by his side. Emory glanced at Red and for some reason, he got a little flustered. Maybe not a little. Emory's face flushed as he pressed his phone into Red's chest, sitting up as Red got off of him. At this point, Emory didn't care that Red had his phone, instead, he was more focused on hoping that Red couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Do ya'll think Emory is catching feelings?

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