“I’m not,” I lied, even though obsessively thinking about my roommate like this definitely qualified as “weird”... especially when I was thinking less about how I couldn’t wait to stick my dick inside him and more about what I wanted to do forhim.
Shit, which was… everything.
I scrubbed a hand over my face. I didn’t just want to make Sean feel good, I wanted to ruin him for anyone but me. I wanted to fuckingwreckhim.
Knowing that I was the only one who’d ever touched him was a rush, and if that made me a selfish piece of shit, I gave exactly zero shits. I was the first and the fuckingonly, and as far as I was concerned, it was gonna stay that way. No one else got to touch him, and even though I knew damn well that it was more than a little fucked up, my cocklovedthe fact that “no one” included even Sean himself. In fact, my cock loved it so much that I had to drop my hands in front of my junk so that the water bottle I was carrying would keep Brian from having something else to grill me about.
“Busy, huh? That really all you planning on giving me?” Brian asked, smirking.
“Yep,” I said, staring him down. “Nothing else to give.”
He cocked an eyebrow, giving me a “you-fucking-bullshitter” look. At least my water bottle camo was working, though. If he’d noticed the state of my dick—which was rapidly turning into hard-as-a-fucking-rock thanks to the way I’d started thinking about all my “plans” for Sean—I’d definitely be hearing about it. The only thingIwanted to hear, though, was Sean begging me to let him come again. No, begging me tomakehim come, since he couldn’t do it himself. And when I did? Once I’d pulled a few more orgasms out of him and had him all blissed out and boneless for me again? Fuck yeah,thenI’d get mine. I’d cover him with my cum all over again, or maybe fill his tight little virgin ass with it, or, if I was feeling particularly generous, let him swallow it down by the gallon… all while he turned those big baby blues on me and sweetly thanked me for the privilege, just like he had before.
I bit back a groan. All that sweetness and gratitude and shit wasn’t normally my post-sex jam—and it probably should have had me running the other way since I was all about no-strings and every single blink, sigh, and shy little smile of Sean’s roped me in a little tighter—but instead? All that oh-so-eager adoration of his was like a fucking drug, and I already needed another fix.
Brian smirked, staring me down. “You’re so full of it,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and continuing to block my way to the locker room. “If your ‘plans’ aren’t a big deal—” his eyes dropped down to my crotch for a minute, so maybe the camo hadn’t been as effective as I’d thought, “—then it shouldn’t be a problem to tell me about them, yeah?”
The fucker wasn’t gonna let it go, was he?
Fine.
“Jesus, bro. Nothing to see here, okay? I’m just planning on hanging with my roommate tonight. Maybe… study and shit.”
And by that I meant study how to make little Sean beg for my cock.
“Hm,” Brian said, cocking his head to the side and narrowing his eyes at me. “You’re still living with that shy little freshman brainiac, right? The cute blond? Didn’t realize you two had gotten tight.”
I bristled, then made myself back the fuck down to avoid giving Brian more reason to get up in my business. “Yep,” I bit out. “Now can we hit the showers, please?” I took an exaggerated sniff. “You’re fuckingrank, bro,” I added for good measure, making a face.
Brian ignored it. “So… your roomie still straight?” he asked, reaching down to not-so-discreetly adjust himself. “’Cause you know I’ve always thought that mouth of his was pretty fucking sweet-looking, even if he never seems to open it when I’m around. But maybe I can help with that, yeah? You want me to come by and—”
Oh,hellno. My chest bumped Brian’s as I crowded into his personal space, cutting him off mid-sentence. Sure, we’d tag teamed often enough before, but this was different.
I wasn’t sharing Sean.
Ever.
“You don’t have to fucking worry about whether Sean’s straight or not, bro,” I said, my voice hard. “You’re not invited.”
For a split second, Brian looked like he might go all aggro on me—and fine, my fault, since I’d over-fucking-reacted without thinking—but then he just laughed, shoving me away. “Dude, all you had to say was ‘not invited.’ No need for all the dramatics. But for real, let me know when you get bored with him. Now that I know your pretty little twink is down for some D, I’m definitely gonna need a taste for mysel—the fuck, dude?”
Brian shoved me backhardthis time, his face turning red.
Oops. I hadn’tmeantto slam him against the wall.
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Sorry. Just… I gotta go, okay?”
“Uh, no, fucker, not okay,” Brian spat, lowering his voice a little when one of the gym staff walked past and shot us some side-eye. “What the fuck is up with you?”
I really didn’t want to think too hard about the answer to that one, because feelings for Sean or not, I didn’tdothis shit. Could I turn Sean into my own personal on-demand fuck toy? Choke him with my cock? Teach him how to ride it and then fuck him until he limped? Hell yeah. I excelled at all of that and more. But this sudden attack of caveman possessiveness and the satisfaction I got just from… from making himhappy? The way those tears of his, the ones he’d let drop last night without comment or complaint, had ripped something inside me to shreds? And what about the way I’d wanted to wake him up this morning—notjustto start the day off right by shoving my cock into his mouth, but maybe to… to justkisshim or some sappy shit like that, too?—yeah, no. That was veering awfully close to the kind of relationship territory that I’d always avoided like the plague.
I shuddered, my vision going hazy for a second.
“Dude,” Brian said, his pissed-the-fuck-off face dropping away in an instant. “You okay?”
“’Course I am,” I lied, rubbing at my chest when it suddenly got a little hard to breathe. I wasnotequipped to handle the kind of… of responsibility or whatever you wanted to call it that came with all these unasked for feelings.
Not that I was gonna let Brian step in to “handle” anything with Sean, either, of course.
