“I’m about to come so if you don’t want to get a mouthful, you’d better pop off,” Roman warned.
Emboldened, Ezra sucked more stridently, like he wanted nothing more than to drain his balls dry. Roman catapulted over the edge, tugging on Ezra’s hair a little to hold him, and pumped his load into his lover’s wide-open mouth. This was the perfect way to be woken up from slumber, with Ezra’s ruby lips wrapped around him, coaxing out a nice little orgasm before even getting out of bed. What a treat. Even after growing soft, Ezra didn’t pull off right away. In fact, he seemed a little stunned at what had just occurred. Finally, he sat back on his knees, blinked once, and spat the milky fluid onto Roman’s stomach.
Roman chuckled and wiped his messy mouth with his thumb. “You didn’t want to swallow?”
Ezra shook his head. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” He pulled him down to the side of his chest, away from the puddle of semen quickly cooling in the valley of his navel. “You don’t like the taste?”
“It tastes okay, but the texture is very slimy.”
Roman couldn’t argue Ezra’s assessment. “You want to go brush your teeth?” Ezra nodded, looking relieved, and scampered out of the bedroom, his little ass jiggling on his way out. “Come back and cuddle when you’re done,” Roman shouted and glanced around for some tissues.
He worried that the experience might turn Ezra off from giving head altogether, but he returned a few minutes later with sparkling teeth and a cocky smile. “I made you come,” Ezra said smugly as he wiped Roman’s stomach down with a warm washcloth. Such a thoughtful, tidy boy.
“Yeah, you did,” Roman said with renewed enthusiasm.
“One day, I’m going to take your entire penis into my mouth and make you come down my throat. Then, I won’t even taste it.”
Roman marveled at Ezra’s ability to problem solve. “That is agreatidea.”
14
Feelings
Roman had made it a point to familiarize himself with Ezra’s schedule. Partly it was for practical reasons—Roman liked to know what time Ezra might return home in the evenings so that he could prepare dinner for them both. And another part was curiosity—where did Ezra spend his time and with whom? It was the latter element which prompted Roman to inquire about joining Ezra for his next gaming club meeting. Roman figured that if Ezra had met all of his friends—and he had—then Roman might meet Ezra’s friends too. He wanted their relationship to extend outside of their home, wanted to declare Ezra as his own to the world.
Ezra was enthusiastic about the idea and went so far as to print out a list of his fellow gamers with descriptions of their playing styles so that Roman might have a “cheat sheet” on their strengths and weaknesses. Ezra also listed the games they were most likely to play in case Roman wanted to get a head start on learning the game strategies. Roman slacked on the last bit, figuring that he’d be able to pick up the rules easily enough.
Gaming club was held in an empty classroom on the Loyola University campus. Ezra took a moment to point out the lush, green quad that was the centerpiece of the campus as well as some of the other buildings where he had his classes. It seemed a natural habitat for Ezra, who thrived on knowledge and academic debate.
Maybe it was because of his own jaded past with unfaithful lovers, but the first thing Roman did upon arriving was to assess every man present, including Dev Kumar, in order to determine their threat potential, that is, the likelihood that they might try and steal Ezra away from him. It was similar to how he’d read the football field to determine his opponent’s strengths and weaknesses, and it had served him well in the past. None of the gamers looked especially fit, which Ezra had said was his type, and none of them seemed to elicit Ezra’s flirty side, another good sign. But when Ezra introduced him, it wasn’t as his boyfriend.
“Everyone, this is Roman Reynolds, my friend and roommate. This is his first time at gaming club, so please be gentle with him.”
Is that all Ezra thought they were? Friends with benefits? An in-house booty call? Should Roman be more explicit about what he wanted or let Ezra set the terms?
Roman made conversation as well as he could, and it wasn’t until they were deep into a game of Scythe, the rules of which Roman only loosely understood, that he began to doubt himself.
It began with a debate on the movieDonnie Darko, which Roman had seen, and the existence of wormholes, which Roman understood to be portals through which one could travel in time. This led to the discussion on four-dimensional space and something known as a Clifford torus which, as Ezra described to Roman, was a donut-shaped form that collapses in on itself while at the same time reforming to take its original shape. Conversation then turned into one about Einstein’s theory of space and time, another subject to which Roman could offer very little.
“But if entropy of a physical system rises over time, then that increase is what gives time its direction,” Dev said. “Living things have more entropy than dead ones, as do inanimate objects.”
“But is entropy increasing or decreasing?” Ezra posed. “And at what level were we at 14 billion years ago when the Big Bang happened? If we could quantify that, then we could possibly prove or disprove Einstein’s theory.”
There were a few attempts made at how to formulate this calculation, with Roman only understanding a small fraction of what was being discussed. Roman was good at math, dealing with budgets and balance sheets all day long, but this sort of extrapolation was something else entirely.
“The real question is why is time so different from space?” Dev paused and fixed his gaze on Roman. “What do you think, Roman?”
Roman glanced around at four expectant faces and scratched the back of his neck. Ezra’s eyes darted from his face to his biceps as a blush rose in his cheeks. Roman knew already that Ezra liked his body, but was that all that he liked?
“I’m afraid I’m out of my depth here, Dev,” he said honestly. “Time travel isn’t really my forte.”
“How rude of us,” Dev said, though Roman detected a note of bitchiness in the young man’s tone. “What subjects are of interest to you?”
Roman was trying to come up with something intellectual to offer when Ezra answered, “Roman is an expert on football, food, and restaurant management.”
While it was certainly true, Roman hoped there was more to him than that. Dev did not seem impressed. “I’m becoming an expert on sci-fi,” Roman offered, though it was largely due to Ezra’s influence.
