As Emerson jumped, Mason quickly hid a smile. He blinked as he saw the pieces of the plate, however, biting his lip. Ah, well, he couldn’t have expected everything to make the trip in one piece. Especially when he added Emerson into the equation. “I’m sorry you’re having such a hardship here.” Mason couldn’t help but smile when he said it. “I’ll come relieve you, don’t worry.” He couldn’t keep himself away from Emerson, if he was being completely honest. Who knew that he’d fall for someone so opposite him? They were almost nothing alike, but still…Mason couldn’t get Emerson out of his head. Or his heart, for that matter. But that was another story. They did have a job to do right now, and Mason wanted to make sure it was done right. Or…as right as they could make it. He couldn’t possibly have accounted for everything Emerson was capable of.
Mason winced when he saw Emerson’s finger, but couldn’t help a smile once Emerson’s arms were around him. He wrapped his arms around Emerson’s waist and nuzzled into his neck. It was over far too soon, in his opinion, but Mason moved quickly. He wrapped his fingers around Emerson’s wrist, tugging him over to the sink. “That looks terrible! Come here.” Mason turned on the water, testing it with his own hand before sticking Emerson’s finger under the stream. “I left you alone for five minutes,” he said with an exasperated tone. Mason felt nothing but love for Emerson, however. Even if Emerson might not entirely feel the same way, Mason knew he’d love him until the day he died. “You’re always getting into trouble. You’re lucky you have me.”
Emerson grinned when Mason came closer to him. He loved his boyfriend so much. There was literally nothing in the world that could make Emerson not love him. Every little thing attracted Emerson to Mason. He couldn’t do anything wrong, in his eyes. Mason was smart, funny, a tad awkward, and absolutely the sweetest man alive. Emerson was lucky he picked him. How he managed to get Mason to fall for him was beyond Emerson.
“I need relieved, Mase…this is a tougher job than I thought!” he snickered, stealing a kiss from Mason quickly. “Why can’t we do these things together?” he asked against his soft, pink, lips. Sure it might take longer, but Emerson would have more fun. Maybe even concentrate a bit more cause Mason could see him. He wanted to make Mason proud of him. Happy.
Shrugging, Emerson let Mason lead him to the sink. “It’s not that bad! I mean…it kinda stings, actually, and I didn’t think cardboard could cut that deep but I think I’ll survive. Or am I gonna die from blood loss?” Faking a panic, Emerson dramatically shrilled. “Don’t ever leave me alone again!” he cried, “I’m gonna dieeeee!” He composed himself quickly as he watched Mason tend to his finger.
He blushed when Mason spoke and leaned forward to nuzzle his cheek. “I’m very lucky,” he murmured, lips turning up gently, “I need you.” How could he love someone this much? How was that possible? His heart throbbed Mason’s name. He’d wake up in the middle of the night just because he knew Mason had shifted and wasn’t in his arms anymore. “Mason?” he crooned, “I love you more than my next breath.” Damn. Since when did he become such a softy? It was those big brown eyes. Had to be.