A/N: So this is technically my third story, but my first attempt at slash!

This story is also dedicated to my friend DaringReality just like my first story was.

The inspiration for this story basically is that I was tired of reading stories where James is the bad guy and there's not enough Emmett slash.

Cam Gigandet + Kellan Lutz = hot… that was the main inspiration, lol.

Full summary: James Crawford is gay and he has a crush on the "heterosexual" Emmett McCarty. James flirts continuously even after Emmett repeatedly turns him down. He's convinced that Emmett is gay, but in denial like he was for a while. James wants to know what it will take for Emmett to realize his true sexuality and his hidden feelings for him. James is determined and he won't give up until Emmett McCarty is his.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with Stephenie Meyer's characters.

Realize

Emmett's POV

I was beyond glad that football practice was over. I love football, but practice is a pain in the ass. I just got out of the shower and I was walking to my locker with my towel tied around my waist. I heard the door to the locker room open, but I didn't pay it any attention. I was always the last one in the locker room; I was used to people coming in and out. I figured that someone left something in their locker. I knew exactly who it was that came in the locker room when I felt two arms snake around my waist. This person then started slowly kissing the back of my neck. I stiffened and my breath hitched in my throat.

"It looks like I came just in time; you're dripping and naked for me," He whispered right next to my ear.

"What do you want James?" I asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in my tone.

"I want you. It's always you that I want." His voice was soft.

James started lacing kisses down my back as his hands moved down my damp torso. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to stifle the moan that desperately wanted to leave my mouth. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not gay. Why does James always get this kind of reaction out of me? I didn't realize how much I was reacting to him until I felt one of James' hands slip under my towel. Shit! Part of me wanted him to stop and part of me wanted him to keep going. What the fuck? I gasped at the sensation of his hand wrapped around my length and I quickly removed his hand.

"I'm not gay. Why don't you understand that?" I harshly asked him.

"When are you going to realize that you want me as much as I want you? You keep claiming that you're not gay, yet every time I come into close contact with you, you have some sort of reaction. You start to sweat, you can't think straight, you get nervous, your heart starts racing, you can't breathe right and more importantly your dick gets hard like it is right now. Your dick was hard before I even touched it… how do you explain that?" James had a smug grin on his face after he asked his question and I was starting to get pissed.

I turned around so I could face him and I instantly regretted it. I was now only inches away from James. He was staring at me intently, waiting for me to answer his ridiculous question. I had a perfectly crafted speech in my head, but I couldn't open my mouth to speak. Fuck! I was nervous around him. I tried to think of something to say… anything and I couldn't. My thoughts were jumbled. My heart was beating fast; it felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest.

"I bet if I kissed you right now, you would react," James sounded extremely confident.

He placed one of his hands on my back and our bodies were almost one, we were so damn close. We were standing nose to nose, hard on to hard on. Why the fuck wasn't I trying to escape? Why couldn't I run? I wanted to, but my dumbass feet wouldn't move. I jerked my head to the side. He took the hand that was currently not on my back and he tenderly caressed my cheek. I wasn't looking at him and like the dumbass that I was, I turned to face him. I saw nothing but love, want and adoration in his emerald eyes. As much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't. He kissed me on my forehead, my nose, and both of my cheeks. His lips lightly brushed mine. I was going to do anything except open my mouth to him. The hand on my ass squeezed lightly and I hissed. James attacked my mouth before I could close it. The bastard tricked me! His tongue massaged mine and my eyes closed on their own accord. My eyes popped open when James pulled away. Why the fuck did he stop? Why the fuck did I want him to continue? Shit. Why were my thoughts so conflicted?

"I told you so," He taunted.

"I am straight. I like girls," I plainly stated.

"If that's true… why the hell did you dump Rosalie Hale? You were dating the most beautiful girl in this state and I hear you couldn't get it up," An evil smirk was planted on James' face.

"It's not what you think. I was just really, really nervous," I tried to explain, but I could tell James didn't buy it.

"You should actually be thanking me. I know that you haven't had orgasms like the ones you started having after I started pursuing you. When you're all alone and your mind starts to wander… I eventually cross your mind. You start to think about all of the things I could do to you and all of the things that you want to do to me. You're rock hard by that point and it's only the beginning of your fantasies. You start to stroke your cock and you imagine that your hand is mine… or maybe you imagine it's my mouth. I'm giving you to the best BJ of your life in your fantasies and you're delirious with need. Your fantasies start to get more vivid and more vulgar and before you know it, you're screaming out my name as you blow a huge load." James whispered softly and I groaned.

I was rendered speechless again. What the fuck could I say to that? I definitely wasn't going to tell him that he was pretty much spot on. Did homoerotic fantasies make you gay? I thought every guy experienced them every once and a while. I couldn't look at James or he'd see the confirmation in my very easy to read ocean blue eyes. After a few minutes of silence, I thought it was safe to raise my head back up. As soon as I raised my head up, James' lips crashed to mine. This wasn't a gentle kiss like the one before; this was a kiss of pure desire. It was clear that his little rant got to him. He kissed me hungrily and I tried like hell not to respond. He lightly ran his fingers up and down my back and that was it for me. I grabbed James by his blonde hair and deepened the kiss. He moaned into my mouth. He's probably been waiting 2 years for this very moment. I hit my head on my locker as the knock at the door startled me. James unwillingly removed his lips from mine, but he was smiling like a fool.

"This isn't over, sweetheart. This is just beginning," He announced before he left.

I forgot about my coach. He always came into the locker room to make sure that everyone had left. He raised his eyebrow at me. I'm sure he was wondering what James was doing in the locker room and why I wasn't dressed. Before he could ask me what the hell was going on, I explained to him that James was grabbing something out of his cousin's locker. Coach Newton said that he didn't need or want an explanation, but I could tell that wasn't how he truly felt. I quickly got dressed and I ran to my car. My mind or body couldn't handle another encounter with James right now. Fuck! I was hard as a brick! I needed to get home and fast before my balls exploded. I just prayed that I didn't get pulled over for speeding. I didn't want to have to explain that I was racing home because I got seduced/violated by a gay guy and I needed to masturbate before my balls fell off. I made it home free of the cops and I raced up the stairs.

"Hey Emmett!" My twin first cousins Jasper and Kate greeted me in unison.

I barely acknowledged them as I slammed the door to my room. I pretty much ripped my clothes to shreds. I had to make sure that the water in my shower was blazing hot. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the way the water eased my tense muscles. My eyes were closed and I willed myself to not let James cross my mind. My mind flashed with pictures of Jessica Stanley, a beautiful girl from my Spanish class. Her body was perfect; she was about a 36C and she was curvy. She had one of the most gorgeous faces that I'd ever seen. I pictured her very full, plump lips. I thought about her emerald green eyes and her long, wavy blonde hair. Fuck! I was fantasizing about a girl that reminded me of James. My dick twitched when I thought about James. Fuck it! I would deal with my guilty conscience later; thinking of James was the only solution to my problem. I was furiously beating my cock thinking about James. I thought about the way he touched me and his kiss…and I came hard, screaming his name. I think I passed out for a few seconds. I didn't trust my legs so I stayed in the shower for a few minutes. I dried myself off and I walked out of my bathroom, into my room.

"Why were you so late getting home?" The sound of Jasper's voice scared me shitless.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? Holy shit, what did you hear?" I couldn't hide the panic in my voice.

"You mean other than the sound of the shower?" He asked with a smirk.

"Why the hell are you in my room? I will kill you if you tell anybody what you heard," I warned.

"I wanted to know why you were so late and I had a message from my mom for you. You know I don't care about your sexuality," Jasper said.

"I'm not gay! I like girls, ok?" I yelled in his face and he flinched.

"You just got off fantasizing about another guy, what would you call that?" His question angered me.

"I honestly don't have a good explanation for that, but I know that I'm not a fag!" I exclaimed.

"I was serious when I said that I don't care. You're my cousin and I love you regardless. You may be happier once you come to terms with what you really are," He reassured.

"I'm going to get dressed so get the fuck out," I snapped.

When Jasper left I threw my alarm clock at the door. Fuck! His words were supposed to assure me, but they only made me more irate. I got dressed and I tried to calm myself down. I was hungry as hell; maybe eating would help put me in a better mood. I went downstairs and I saw that there was a full box of pepperoni pizza. I planned on eating in silence, but that wish was ruined when Kate sat down across from me at the table.

"It's eating away at you. You'll feel better when you're being truthful with yourself. You know my mom and dad won't care," She commented.

"Do you know what my dad would say if he found out his son was queer?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He's already disowned you, what more can he do?" She asked nonchalantly.

"I like girls. I'm just experiencing something weird right now," I explained.

"Temporary gay… I don't think I'm familiar with that condition," Kate sarcastically said.

"I play football, I can't be gay. I see my teammates in the shower, I slap them on the ass when they make a good play… don't you think they would view me differently?" I quietly asked.

"They shouldn't care as long as you keep throwing touchdowns. You're the best QB this place has ever seen," Kate complimented.

"It won't matter how great I am… all they'll see when they look at me is a big fairy," I spat.

"You'll still be the same Emmett after you come out. You'll still be the loveable, charming, manly man that you are," She joked. I however didn't find her joke funny.

"No! I'm not going to just accept this. I like girls and I know it. I always have," I barked.

"You don't have to answer this question out loud, but I want you to think about this. When is the last time you thought about a girl and you've gotten the desired effect down there?" She asked that puzzling question and left.

I hurried up and finished eating. I finished my homework and I tried to go to sleep. I closed my eyes, but my body would not relax. I probably couldn't go to sleep because it was only 9:30… but I knew that it was more than that. I had so much on my mind. Kate's question wouldn't go away, my mind kept going back to it. I can't remember the last time I saw a girl or thought about one and I got an erection. I didn't even really watch porn anymore. Shit! All signs are pointing toward Gayville right now. James. I could not stop thinking about him no matter how hard I tried. Why was this man affecting me like this? I couldn't stop thinking about the way it felt to have his body flush against mine. I drifted off to sleep soon after thinking about James. I woke up suddenly a few hours later. I was panting and I was sweating. I had a bad dream. I had a dream that I was crying and James was holding me affectionately, consoling me. I looked at the clock and it was 3:00. I had to wake up in two hours so I decided to stay up. I really needed a solution to this "gay" thing. It was going to get solved today.

A/N: So this story is going to be pretty short (like 4 chapters or so) and I hope that you like it so far!

I'm no longer a slash virgin!

And if this totally sucked… I'm gonna have to change my penname…