you don't give a shit

“Bullshit, you talk and act first and think later, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret, or something that’s gonna get you into trouble or get you hurt because I’d go out of my fucking mind if anything happened to you because of me,” Emery argued, moving into the kitchen and opening up the fridge, staring at the remaining bottle of beer left in there. He took it out, unscrewed the top and handed it to his sister, “I need you to have that, please. I’m just exhausted and tired and work is too much on top of all of this right now, that’s all it is.”

Emery smiled against his flesh, still careful, but relaxing a little after hearing that initial exclamation, the buck of his hips convincing Emery further. He moved his hand a little faster, stroking him whilst simultaneously rolling his hips upwards. His mouth found Blaire’s again and their kisses grew more and more heated, Emery questioning silently if he was okay to take things further.

Emery stared at him in disbelief, not knowing how to respond for a while, but flinching when Callum’s hand came into contact with his face. Automatically, he slapped the hand away and shook his head, “You’re unbelievable, what are you gonna do, force me?” Even if Callum was an asshole, even if he hated him, he didn’t believe for a second he’d force himself into Emery, but still, he challenged his words. “Find someone else, if you have a problem with letting it go, you can take it out on me, because Blaire is nothing to do with it, I’ve been trying to end this for a long time now.”

“Billie, please, I came to you because I don’t feel like I can tell anyone else but I really need you to stay out of it, I can’t deal with worrying about you too...” He pleaded, pulling back from the hug to wipe his hands down his face and let out a long groan, “God, I’m so fucked.”

“Just don’t do anything stupid, please, the last thing I want, and need, is him turning to threaten you or anybody else I care about,” Emery murmured, keeping close to Billie, practically clinging to her, “I’ll figure this out.”

“I beg to differ,” Emery smirked, lifting the other slightly, carefully pulling off their pants and boxers before allowing his fingers to explore their back. His mouth barely left Blaire, if not on their lips, he’d trail kisses down their throat, across their collarbone and along their shoulders. Eventually, Emery slipped his hand between them, freeing himself from his own pants, barely, and spitting into his palm, stroking over Blaire’s length.

“Yeah...” Emery shrugged, a light-hearted chuckle leaving his lips between each kiss, “Even all bruised up,” He repeated in agreement, parting their mouths only to tug his shirt over his head, repeating the same process with Blaire’s own, automatically dropping his touch to their pants. He brought their lips back together again, tongues dancing around one another, each movements he made was hesitant, careful, even the roll of his hips beneath Blaire.

He glanced down again, staring at his hands as he nervously clicked each finger, standing up once again and moving towards his sister, attempting to offer her some reassurance by pulling her into a hug, though it probably only really allowed her to feel how fast his heart pumped. “No, no it’s fine, thanks, I just — I got myself into this mess, I need to get myself out of it. Funny how people think I’m smart, clearly not.”