Remington x Emerson OS

Em x Rem

Remington, half asleep in a room right next to his brother's was suddenly woken by a scream. Emerson had been having nightmares again. He wasn't surprised. This happened often when they had been drinking.

A moment later, he heard Em's muffled sobbing through the wall. Too awake to sleep again he made a decision and got up. Entering Emerson's room, he saw a silhouette sitting upright in bed, hands covering his face. "Oh Em." he utters silently under his breath, while making his way across the room to hug his brother. "Same as always?" Emerson nodded against his chest. "Come on, lay down." Rem said, hoping they could both get some sleep that night. He lied down behind Em, with one hand stroking his brother's arm and shoulder until he became calmer again. Closing his eyes, Rem rested his forehead against Emerson's naked back which was answered by a sudden shiver of the other.

"You cold?" Rem murmured a bit surprised, not allowing himself to believe that his warm breath against the spine of the other could have caused that reaction.

"A little." Emerson's voice sounded different than usual, as if he had to force himself to stay calm. Or was Remington just imagining that? He began stroking his brother's arm again and then, after a moment of hesitation, extended his touch to the side, following the contour of Emerson's body from shoulders to hips. There was an unusual tension between them. Emerson's breathing stumbled for a few moments before finding a rhythm again, fast than before. The room suddenly felt hot and Remington was shocked and heavily emberassed when he noticed that his own body reacted as well. He tried to move his middle part a few inches away from his brother without him noticing.

"Don't go away it's getting cold again." murmured the other but Rem was very sure that he would not let Emerson know about his building boner.

"I'm close enough dumb-head" he said jokingly and hugged the other from behind, bringing their torsos closer together. However, his voice must have given away something, as Emerson turned around in his embrace, now laying in his back his head facing Rem. They looked each other in the eye, longer than ever before until Rem smiled nervously and looked down, afraid his eyes would say too much. After a short moment, Em turned his full body towards his brother and raised one hand to Rem's cheek, signaling him to look into his eyes again.

"What is going on inside your head?" He whispered, almost inaudible. Upon their sudden closeness, Rem subconsciously tightened his grip around Emerson's waist, he had almost forgotten that his hand was still laying there.

"Nothing." he managed to get out, but his eyes which, for a split second, focused on Emerson's lips betrayed him. With a sudden spark of boldness he rose his hand to Emerson's face, imitating the others gesture and trying to get back control.

"And in yours?" Emerson chuckled and with a swift movement managed to bring their faces even closer together.

"Everything." he answered, his eyes slowly wandering to Remington's lips.

There was no point in hiding now. Rem closed his eyes and moved his head a little. His heart was racing as he sensed the breath of the other on his lips. Any movement would be faithful now. It was Em who finally closed the distance between them. A firestorm of emotions rose though Remington as he felt the tender lips of his brother moving against his own. He kissed him back, still processing that this was actually happening and at the same time more awake than ever before. They parted for a second and then kissed again, a little more confident this time. Em's hand found its way to Remington's waist pulling him closer and with that their kiss became even more intense. All doubts and fears were banned from Remington's head. The only thing important right now was this moment and their intertwined bodies. Emerson's lips were smooth and moving quickly and it took not long until between two kisses a little moan slipped out of Remington's mouth. They both froze. Fearful Remington looked into Emerson's eyes. "I'm sorry. I--I'm so sorry, I-" he started whispering anxiously, but Emerson interrupted him. "Shhhhh. It's fine. Just don't stop kissing me." And with that he brought their heads together again and kissed Remington as if his life depended on it, ensuring him that all was well.