<div class="floatleft">(http://29secrets.com/wp-content/uploads/nick%20bateman.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Emmett Holloway<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private yacht<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Coral colored swim trunks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Benjamin Holloway<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Father/son bonding<hr/><br/>While Emmett knew that his father meant well, he couldn’t help but feel as though he’d disappointed him.  Ben wasn’t wrong; at one point, they’d been near inseparable.  Emmett told him absolutely everything and Ben quickly became his rock and his safe place.  The look of concern faded quickly and was replaced by a softer gaze.  Ben had never been able to stay upset with Emmett for long, and the opposite was true as well.  Without hesitation his father pulled him int a tight hug and Emmett sighed.<br/><br/>He didn’t openly resist but wasn’t eager to reciprocate, either.  It was a new feeling for Emmett, and he was well aware that it had quite a bit to do with the fact that he wasn’t in the best state of mind at present.  Vulnerability and embraces were a deadly mix.  He had been teeter-tottering at the point of only needing one more straw on the camel’s back to break it, and Benjamin seemed hellbent on delivering.<br/><br/>On the other hand, Emmett could hardly deny the man who made him into who he was today.  His arms snaked around Benjamin’s abdomen and he gave him a firm squeeze, holding it longer than he would have with any of his buddies from school.<br/><br/>… And then, Ben’s hand ran up and down Emmett’s back and the camel gave a whimper which begged for mercy.  Emmett’s mother used to rub his back to soothe him when he was a little boy.  When his father moved to look him in the eye, he looked up to him hesitantly.<br/><br/><em>Please, don’t do this to me.</em><br/><br/>Another hug, but this one was different.  Benjamin seemed to inhale a bit slower; tighten his arms a bit more and hold him just a tad longer.  Suddenly, Emmett felt the same safety and security he’d felt in the arms of the last man he was involved with; a gentleman just a bit younger than Ben, but with more salt than pepper.  It was a completely different sense of security than a father gave a son, but rather one shared between lovers.  It was intimate; unspoken.  Free of pressure or self-concern.  It was one of the main things (besides the obvious) which had drawn him to older men.<br/><br/>And with that, Emmett surrendered to the growing lump in his throat and the overwhelming heat in his cheeks.  He exhaled abruptly, an exhale of a man having had to hold his breath for ages and the heat of his breath absorbed into the shoulder of Ben’s shirt.  Several short breaths and Emmett fought to control his breathing, eyes clenching closed in an attempt to hold back the tears which burned them so.