“Rocky? Are you taking off?”
I grimace and look over at him, my breath catching when my eyes land on him. He clearly bolted out of bed in a hurry. His hair is sticking up on one side, his eyelids are still droopinglike he’s fighting sleep, and he’s completely naked. Even soft, his cock is big, sticking to one thigh, probably from the remnants of cum I didn’t manage to lick off of him before we fell asleep. My heart thunders and all I can do is stare.
BUTCH
Percy looks like a deer in the headlights with one shoe on and the other in his hand, staring at me like he’s trying to decide whether he should make a run for it or not. Shit, did I screw something up? I run through last night in my head and, nope, I can’t think of anything that was less than perfect.
“Yeah, Rocky, you taking off?” Fender says in a teasing tone, then takes an obnoxiously noisy sip of his coffee.
“Don’t burn your tongue, dude,” I mutter, and he gives me the finger.
“Uh, well…” Percy looks at the door, then back at me, fiddling with the lace of the shoe in his hand. “You were still asleep, so I figured I should get out of your way. Plus, I have a paper I really need to start this weekend for my Developmental Anthro class. And Juno’s probably wondering why I didn’t come home last night. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re seconds away from filing a missing person’s report.” He glances down at my naked body again, blushes, then forces his eyes to my face.
“Oh? Do you not have manysleepovers?” Fender purrs.
“Seriously, man, don’t make me hurt you,” I threaten lightly.
“Bring it on, Bubba. I’m always up for a good spar.” He winks and cracks his knuckles, and Percy inches a step closer to the door.
Should I let him go? It feels wrong to let him go. I wanted to make him coffee and talk him into going for a jog together. I wanted to see where his head is at this morning without Fenderbreathing down our necks. I love my roommate, and I totally owe him one for that setup last night, but I’d love him more if he would take his coffee to his bedroom and leave us the hell alone for a few minutes.
“How about a jog before you head home? No better way to start the morning than to get the blood flowing. It’ll really get your brain in gear to write that paper.” I can hear myself slipping into personal trainer mode, but maybe that’s a good thing. Percy’s shoulders relax and he stops fidgeting with his shoelace, his eyes dropping to my cock before he quickly drags them back up to my face.
“This obsession with fitness is alarmingly cultish,” he says, but there’s a small smile starting to form on his lips.
“Is that a no?”
He looks down at his clothes, the ones he put on yesterday when he thought he was coming over for a party—a polo shirt and jeans.
“I don’t exactly have workout clothes with me.”
“I have something you can wear,” Fender pipes up. Okay, fine, I do love my roomie.
Percy nibbles on his lip for a second, then finally nods. “Okay, fine. A quick jog in the direction of my apartment.”
I resist the victory whoop that wants to burst out of my chest and settle for a smile.
Fender sets his coffee down and leaves us alone to go find Percy something to wear. Percy slips off the one shoe he has on and sets them back down near the door, then turns to me with a shy look in his eyes. I move across the room so I can talk to him quietly without Fender listening in.
“Should I read anything into the fact that you were trying to get the hell out of here before I woke up?” I ask in a low voice, leaning my shoulder against the wall and looking down at him, studying his face for any sign that I’m coming on too strong.But it’s impossible to tell. He’s just as sweet and guarded as he always is, looking at me like he wants to lick me and also like he might run away if given half a chance.
“No, last night was great. Really, it was…” He trails off with a breathy laugh as a blush creeps into his cheeks. “Are you going to put on pants at any point? Because it’s really hard to have this conversation while I’m distracted.”
I chuckle. Distraction is a good thing, right? If my naked body is distracting, it must mean he wants me.
“It was a great night,” I say, ignoring his other question.
We stare at each other for another few seconds, neither of us saying anything. Is he trying to work out how to let me down gently?
“Here you go.” Fender comes back into the living room with a pair of joggers and a T-shirt in his outstretched hand.
Percy takes them and heads into my bedroom to get changed.
“You’re welcome,” Fender says smugly as soon as the door clicks shut behind Percy.
I roll my eyes. “Thanks for that idiotic setup last night, I owe you one. But you have to tone it down before you scare him away.”
“So few people appreciate my charm.” He sighs and picks his coffee up for a sip. “This whole thing has me dying to write a new jock-nerd fic.”
