Emmett's breath catches when Julian wanders from the office to the open kitchen. It's not the low-riding pajama pants or the tee shirt or the bare feet. It's a simple thing, really. Julian has stepped away from his work and forgotten to take off his reading glasses.

Emmett watches as Julian takes them off and folds them, hooking one earpiece in the neck of his shirt. It's such a casual gesture, and Emmett knows that Julian's usually priss...precise about so many things.

Julian's distracted, but even so he makes getting a glass of water into a production. He gets down a cut-glass tumbler and puts in exactly four ice cubes. He opens a chilled green bottle of Perrier and pours, creating a TV-ad perfect tableau of sparkling bubbles and cracking ice. The bottle goes into the recycling bin, and Julian takes a coaster from the neat stack on the counter.

When he returns, Emmett's eyes are drawn by the wire-framed glasses, and the way they pull down the neck of Julian's shirt just enough to let a few curls of chest hair show.

Emmett startles when Julian speaks. "You better not be thinking about calling me prissy," he warns.

"That's not the word I was thinking," Emmett says, his mouth going dry when Julian sips from his glass. Bubbles fizz against Julian's lips, and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "Can I have some of that?"

Julian grimaces at him before crossing the room. For all that Julian has a long, elegant body, he moves awkwardly sometimes. He comes to stand in front of Emmett and hands over the glass.

Emmett wets his mouth with a long sip, then hands the glass back. Julian is looking at him fondly, his body poised to turn to walk back to the office.

"Not so fast," Emmett says, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Julian's pants and tugging him close.

"Oh," Julian says, the skin on his belly tightening in response to the touch of Emmett's lips, still cool from the water.

Emmett smiles into the warm skin and starts working Julian's pants down, kissing across each inch of skin he uncovers. He follows the soft line of hair down Julian's stomach, pushing the pants down and away.

Julian's cock is about half-hard, and Emmett opens his mouth to take all of him inside. It only takes a minute for Julian to get completely hard and to start rolling his hips slowly, pushing into Emmett's mouth.

Emmett sucks harder, then laughs as he feels cool drops on his shoulder and his hair. He pulls back to see Julian staring dumbly down at him, the hand holding the glass trembling enough to slosh droplets over the side. Emmett takes the glass and drinks, then takes another sip, holding it in his mouth while he sets the glass on the end table.

Julian cries out when Emmett goes down on him fast and hard, with the cool, fizzy water in his mouth. Emmett waits a long moment before swallowing, and Julian's hands move to clutch at Emmett's shoulders.

"Good?" Emmett says, pulling back, but making sure that his lips tease at the head of Julian's cock as he speaks.

"Uh-huh," Julian says thickly, and Emmett smiles at the light reflecting from the lenses of Julian's glasses as they swing against his chest. Julian's stance wavers as he pulls one leg out of his pajama pants and spreads his legs.

Emmett sucks Julian back in and uses both hands to urge Julian closer, cupping his ass and squeezing. He walks the fingers of one hand down the cleft of Julian's ass and moans when they touch slick skin.

Emmett pulls back again, and Julian makes a frustrated noise. The noise turns into a moan when Emmett slides two fingers into him.

"You're still wet," Emmett says, breathing hard against the smooth skin of Julian's hip. "From last night. You're still wet."

"Yeah," Julian says. "Lube. And your come."

"Jesus christ," Emmett moans. He bites Julian's hip and presses his fingers in further. Julian thrusts his cock against the underside of Emmett's chin, gasping. Emmett's stunned at the thought that the slickness he's touching inside Julian is his own come - that Julian would want to sit at his desk working, his ass slick and wet.

Emmett groans, then takes Julian's cock deep into his mouth with little finesse. He keeps his fingers moving slow and steady in Julian's ass and tucks the other hand down, so that the fingers are snug between Julian's thighs and he can rub the pad of his thumb against the line where leg and ass meet.

Emmett finds the perfect rhythm, and it's not long before Julian is rolling his hips harder, pushily shoving himself back and forth between Emmett's mouth and his fingers. It doesn't take long before he comes, flooding Emmett's mouth and whispering a litany of curses and endearments.

Emmett sucks him through it, then lets Julian's cock slip out of his mouth. He sighs when Julian sinks to his knees, red-faced and panting. Emmett pushes his own boxers down, and warns, "This won't last long," when Julian starts sucking him. He's right, it doesn't - as always, taking Julian apart has pushed Emmett nearly to the edge and hot, wet suction undoes him within a couple of minutes.

Julian swallows, then lays his head on Emmett's knee. "God," he says roughly.

Emmett reaches for the glass of water and hands it over, and Julian drinks half the glass before handing it back. Emmett drinks the rest and sets the glass aside. He drags Julian onto the couch, untangling them from their pants but leaving them both in their tee shirts. Just before he pulls Julian down against his chest, Emmett carefully takes the glasses from the neck of Julian's shirt and places them gently next to the empty glass on the end table.