Julian more often came home late than early. In the occasional idle moment, he wondered what Emmett did during those times. Did he watch TV? Read snake books? Work on data from his projects?

Julian was well aware that he didn't clean the house, as evidenced by the three dirty socks on the floor, the half-full beer bottle sitting in a puddle on the end table, and one of his bowties draped over the wine cooler. Since he couldn't see Emmett, Julian surmised that he was likely taking a nap. So, he closed the door gently and slipped his shoes off. He put his briefcase onto the counter, and, quiet in his sock feet, crept into the bedroom with every intention of curling up with Emmett and enjoying a late-afternoon nap.

Emmett was on the bed with his back to Julian, and it was quite obvious that he was not napping. Not unless the definition of "nap" had been expanded to include jerking off. Additionally, Julian was quite sure that the definition of "nap" had not been expanded to include jerking off to Julian's clerkship portrait.

From the looks of things, Emmett was really in to it. His face was turned to where the photo was propped on the nightstand, his arm moving in a fashion that suggested he was sliding his hand quickly up and down his cock.

Julian stepped back into the hall and stripped, leaving his clothes crumpled on the floor. Just the thought of Emmett getting himself off to that stupid picture made him rock-hard. He stepped back into the room - the only sounds were Emmett's deep groans and the sound of his lube-slick cock fucking into his fist.

When Emmett moaned, "Julian," It was just too much. Julian stepped up to the bed and settled himself behind Emmett, snugging his cock to the cleft of Emmett's ass.

"Julian." Emmett sounded out of breath, but he immediately pushed back, rocking his ass against Julian's cock.

"It's me," Julian said. "Don't stop. Also, hand me the lube."

Emmett shoved the tube over his shoulder, then started moving his hand again. Julian could see and feel the motion of Emmett's hand - he was using the same rhythm that Julian used when he was jerking Emmett off.

Julian opened the lube and got a palmful, shifting backward to smooth it all the way up the cleft of Emmett's ass. They both moaned when Julian moved close again and started thrusting.

"How often do you jerk off to that picture?" Julian didn't expect an answer. "Do you know when it was taken? It was the day I started at the Court." He remembered; he remembered how smug he'd felt that day at being exactly where he'd schemed and fought to be.

"Look at it," Julian continued, his mouth close to Emmett's ear. "I look so innocent, don't I? Nobody knew what I'd done in bathrooms with men. They didn't know that I'd given strangers blowjobs and handjobs. They thought I was a tightass. They had no idea that I really was. That I'd had it confirmed by a guy I didn't know who shoved me over a sink and fucked me hard and fast."

Emmett was moaning non-stop, and Julian could see his hand speeding up.

"Don't come yet," Julian said, keeping his own strokes slow and steady. "Don't you want to hear more?"

Emmett nodded, then gasped out, "Yes, Julian. Yes, please."

Julian thought about it for a minute, trying to find words that would shock Emmett - that would make him come hard.

"Look at the picture," he said. "Look at my face. God, I was such a little bastard. I would have done anything to get there - I would have sucked cock on the steps of the Court. I probably would have rolled over for anyone who could get me there."

Emmett's hand stopped, and Julian knew that he was gripping the base of his cock tightly. "Julian," he said. "Gotta come. I want you in me when I do."

Julian pressed harder against Emmett. "Can't," he said. "You're not ready."

"I want it anyway," Emmett said roughly. "Jesus, Julian, you took my whole hand; I can do this."

"No," Julian said. "That was different. I was ready; you'd worked me up to it. I don't want to hurt you.

"Julian." Emmett's voice was low and strained. "Do this for me. I want it."

Leaning forward to rest his forehead against Emmett's shoulder, he tried to think of a way to do what Emmett wanted without hurting him too much. He changed his stroke, going lower, rubbing the slick head of his cock over Emmett's hole, trying to get some lube into him.

"Julian," Emmett moaned. "Please."

"Soon," Julian soothed. "Soon. I love that you jerk off to that picture. I bet you thought I was so innocent. I bet knowing the truth will get you off even harder now."

"Yeah, now," Emmett demanded, and Julian saw his arm start moving again. When Emmett's voice tapered off to a whine, Julian lined himself up and pushed his cock about halfway into Emmett's ass. The tightness around his cock pushed him over into orgasm, and his come mixed with the lube, making him slide all the way in.

Emmett wasn't far behind, coming with a hard shake. Julian pushed tight to his back, hooking his chin over Emmett's shoulder. Julian held on as Emmett's breathing slowly eased.

"I've really got to come home early more often," Julian said, gently rubbing their faces together.

Emmett huffed out a laugh. "I called your office. Jody told me you were on your way."

Julian's smile got bigger. He turned and kissed Emmett's cheek. "That would be Jody for the win," Julian said.