A few minutes pass, and the waiter sets the check in front of us. He tries to cover, but I slap down one of dad’s cards and pay for the whole thing. He lets me with very little protest. Little creep probably knows all about my dad, too.
A few more minutes pass, and he’s naked on my skinny little twin bed, legs spread and head cocked to the side in challenge. I’m not even horny. I’m not even into this dude. I sort of just want to strangle him. But on the flip side, I’m never one to shy from a challenge.
I roll the condom on and take the lube from next to him and spread it over my cock. He’s already got three fingers in him, which is way more than he’ll need to take me, but with that eyebrow of his raised, I’m not even mad.
I get on the bed and it bows with my weight and push up against his hole. He sneers at me, then sticks his chin up, again in challenge, so I slide right in without warning. Which is a total asshole move, but he barely tenses. He’s not that tight, to be honest, but he feels nice enough. Wet and warm.
I lean over him the rest of the way and get to work pumping in and out. He screams out the loudest, most pathetic moan I’ve ever heard, then opens his eyes and grins up at me. I slide all the way out, then push in, hard enough to clap his cheeks, and he screams again, that same pitiful shout of pleasure. When he finishes that one, he grins at me again.
So it’s a game then. I’ll make you moan for real, Jaxon.
I snap my hips again, and he meets me with his hips slamming down. So I pull back a bit, readjust my angle, grab my cock, and shove it in again. He shouts again, that same fake, over-the-top moan, and so I readjust at a different angle and thrust even harder. Probably as hard as I can go. He squeals with fake delight, and I’m sure the RAs will be the ones up both of our asses in a second if the neighbors are over. Something tells me he doesn’t care if we get caught, though.
I continue snapping my hips into him, maintaining a pace that will not leave me lasting long, and then, resigned and knowing that I’ll never make him moan for real, I let out my own fake pornographic moan, just like I did bottoming for that guy earlier. Jaxon bites his lip in fake arousal and stares up at me, those brown doe eyes looking like they’re trying so hard to be innocent and filthy at the same time. The best he really manages is some kind of sarcastic pride in making me cave enough to stoop to his level.
Honestly, I’ve never had competitive sex before. I’ve seen the post where it’s like “the term ‘casual sex’ implies there’s a completitive version, too, right?” And like, yeah, I thought it was funny. I have casual sex all the time. Competitive will be when Noah fucks me for the first time, right? Nope. Competitive sex is trying to make the person you’re fucking and barely attracted to moan for real while trying not to moan for real yourself.
And the way he’s moving is making it hard. I was trying to just go for it, and I definitely have the benefit of being barely attracted to him, but his ass around me is just so soft and the way he’s moving is just the right kind of rough. I’m having trouble not shooting right here.
When I look up from his belly to his face, his eyes are glazed over with lust. His confidence has slipped off. He’s not as sarcastic as he was a moment ago. He’s still not moaning, but he doesn’t seem to be capable of rational thought right now, either. His hips are still snapping down to meet my thrusts, and the sound of flesh on flesh still fills the air.
Finally, I let out a moan. A real one. I can’t even help myself. I feel good, even in this little shit. Behind his glazed eyes and bitten lip, he does his best to flash a smirk at me. I lean down and bite his neck, and he squirms. It screws up his rhythm down on me, which only opens me up to go even harder and faster. That warmth is starting to bloom in me, right behind the base of my cock, and he starts to clamp down just a bit harder on me, and--
Right before we both finish, the door opens. Again.
“Liam, what the fuck, dude?”
I slide out of Jaxon and grab the blanket and pull it over me. Jaxon takes the towel that was beneath him and slides under the sheets. I’m silently grateful that he took the towel with. We exchange a glance as Noah and Sofia come the rest of the way in, and it’s way more intimate and loaded than I was ready for, but in the moment, I kinda feel like Jaxon knows me better than Noah does.
“Uh, I’m… sorry.”
Noah sits down on his bed, and Sofia sits in his desk chair. His eyes are bearing into me. She’s watching the floor. With his focus so tight on me, I feel far more exposed than I did a moment ago.
“Twice in the same fucking day? Dude. That’s… like… not a coincidence. Do we need to talk? I feel like you at least owe Sofia an apology. I’m your roommate, I’ve seen you naked before, so I--”
“Um, when have you seen me naked before?”
He swipes at empty air.
“Not the point. We’ve changed in front of each other and shit. It’s not a huge deal. But my girlfriend didn’t ask to see your bare ass twice in the same day! It’s like you’re trying to embarrass me in front of her! I just…” He stands up and grabs Sofia’s hand. He pulls her towards the door. “We’re going back out. I don’t know if I’ll be back tonight, but if I do come back, I’ll be sure to call you an hour in advance to warn you.”
They both leave, and he slams the door behind him. I can hear them both saying something outside. Jaxon just stares at me. I get up and pull my underwear and pants back on.
The door clicks back open, and I freeze in my tracks. Jaxon still hasn’t moved. Sofia steps in, leaving Noah outside.
“I told him I was coming back to wait for you to apologize,” she says. I start to speak, but she holds up both of her palms in placation. It’s softer than I expect. “I don’t need you to apologize. Actually, I just wanted to let you know I understand what you’re doing. I just… you should tell him. He’s really confused. And mad. And he deserves better than you screwing random guys to upset him, okay? No offense.” She looks at Jaxon for the last part. He has the sheet still loosely draped over his shoulders.
“None taken,” he replies.
“Tell him how you feel. He feels like you want to break us up, or something. I… don’t think that. I think you’re more mature than that and want him to be happy no matter what. However, I don’t think you’re mature enough to understand your own feelings. I, as his girlfriend, am giving you permission to tell him how you feel.”
“I, uh,” I stammer. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Sofia rolls her eyes at me.
“He’ll come back tomorrow morning. Talk to him then. Apologize to him, and tell him how you feel. Please?”
I manage to form a nod, and she gives a half-smile and slides back out the door after him. Jaxon lets out a low whistle from across the room. I pick a pen off my desk and throw it at him. He catches it.
“Shut up, you.”
“Are you gonna finish or what? I would also like to finish.”
I roll my eyes and we finish a few minutes later.
Then, he’s off the bed and his clothes are on. I’m still curled up beneath my covers, totally naked again. He goes to the door.
“Well, see you never!” I shout after him. He pauses in the doorway and twirls the pen at me.
“See you on Monday in ANTH! I’ll give you your pen back and a big fat kiss to go with it.”
“Please never talk to me again.”
“You’re not that lucky. I can promise you’ll never fuck me again, though. That was horrible. Stick to bottoming.”
“Hey! I’m great at topping, you just are a bitch.”
He wiggles an eyebrow beneath those curls of his and closes the door behind him.
I roll over and sigh. I should probably go shower again, then go to bed. I’m tired.
The next morning, I’m woken up to the quiet closing of the door. A polite click. I breathe in and shift up to my elbows, getting a good look at Noah in a pair of khakis and a cute little blue polo. It’s what he was wearing yesterday. His hair is a bit disheveled still, sticking up in the back. He looks fucking perfect. I want to wake up next to that. Like, in the same bed, not across the room from one another. I want him to look like that and whisper in my ear about how he wants to cook breakfast for me and our kids.
He pauses when he notices me watching him, and I sit up the rest of the way. He scratches the back of his neck and stares at me back until I don’t say anything. Then, he goes back to grabbing his shower caddy and clothes.
He’s about to walk out the door when he pauses again.
“Lee,” he says. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”
Then he turns to walk out again.
“Wait. Noah,” I say, surprising myself. He turns back, practically inside the door now. He’s got his cute little shower flip-flops on again. “I’m sorry.”
He nods, then turns yet again.
“And I-” I sputter. “I’m sorry to Sofia, too. I guess I’m just going through something and I need attention. That’s not really the way to go about it. I hope she knows there isn’t anything wrong with her. She’s a really nice girl. You deserve each other. She’s really pretty and nice. I like her a lot, actually. And I like you a lot, I guess. I’m not entitled to your attention. I know that. It’s stupid, but Noey, I’m… jealous. I’m jealous that you’re spending so much time with her. Is that dumb? I love being around you, and I guess a part of me is scared I’m gonna lose that? That’s dumb. Obviously I’m not going to lose that. Right?”
He smiles at me, then walks over and wraps me in a lopsided hug. He smells horrible. Like sex and sweat. It takes everything I have to not take a big whiff of him like this.
“You dummy. You’re still my roomie. I’m still stuck with you. And I still like spending time with you. I just like, also like spending time with Sofia! I don’t know if it’ll last forever, but it’s true that I’ll be around less. That just means we have to make the time we have even better. Just, uh, warn me next time you have someone over so I don’t have to walk in on it again, ‘cause it’s definitely making me jealous.”
He leans back and winks at me for that last part. He winked, but he also said it with a certain kind of conviction that tries to go to both my heart and my dick and ends up in my stomach instead. His hand lingers on my shoulder just a moment too long, and his thumb brushes over my collarbone.
Then, he pats me on the shoulder, grabs his towel, clothes, and caddy, and walks away, leaving me the image of his ass in those khakis before I roll over and try to fall back asleep.
I don’t get very far, because my phone dings. I grab it without looking, then pull it close to my face. A message from Jaxon. I roll my eyes but open it.
“yo. study for anthro w/ me?” It says. “dont get the wrong idea. not hitting on u. ur straight roomie is obviously more hot n u suck at topping. ur also not my type. but. could use some help on the notes from friday.”
I roll my eyes and slide the covers off.
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