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Chapter 3: And Look How I Left Him

I woke up before Jeff did, which almost never happened, and the first thing I did was reach for my phone off the little shelf built into the top bunk. The screen was too bright and I squinted at it, and there was the group chat, the one I never asked to be in. It had a slew of messages from the night before. And some guys were already waking up and chiming in as well.

The lacrosse guys next door to us had a lot to say about what Jeff and I had gotten up to the night before.

danny: bro was that you two last night

danny: the WALL was moving

tk: we heard EVERYTHING

tk: "found the button" LMAOOO

danny: freshman roommate faggot speedrun

I lay there and read through it all a few times. Somewhere in the back of my head wanted to change my phone number and transfer schools, but it was a strangely distant anxiety. I read "the wall was moving" for the third time.  Two months ago I would have died. I would have actually withered up and perished on the spot. Now I was up in my bunk, sore in my jaw and a couple other places, reading a bunch of jocks describe the acoustics of my roommate finding my ticklish spots, while we played with each other's dicks, and I was smiling about it.

I looked down over the rail.

Jeff was on his stomach with the blanket kicked half off, one leg out, and the mess from last night had dried on his body in faded white streaks down his sides. His head was on its side and his mouth was open. He was breathing loudly. I got my phone camera open.

I framed it so you got his whole back and exposed bubble butt, the arm tucked under his head, the streaks. You couldn't really tell in the shot what it was, exactly. Could have been anything. But I knew, and the four idiots next door  might be able to decipher it, and everyone else in the group chat who was learning about it.

I typed a message with the pic: "and look how I left him".

Then I hit send before I lost my nerve.

The chat lost its mind.

danny: NAHHHH

danny: HE POSTED IT

tk: ROOMMATE OF THE YEAR

danny: is he alive

marcus: bro caption of all time

tk: frame it

danny: the hall of fame

I watched the little dots as they piled on. This was a lot of fun. Weeks ago I was the guy who put on his earbuds and stared at the wall and pretended the bed wasn't shaking under me. And here I was, participating in it and publishing the results, taking credit, even.

I put the phone face down on my chest and lay there grinning up at the cinderblock, and I could hear one of the guys next door actually laugh out loud through the wall, a real bark of a laugh, and I knew exactly which message he'd just gotten to.

Jeff stirred down below and I froze, like a kid caught with the cookie jar. But he just smacked his lips and rolled over and went back under. I let out a breath. He'd find out about it all eventually, and part of me wanted to see his face when he did, and part of me wanted to keep it as my own private trophy for a while.

By the afternoon he was up and moving around. He showered, came back with the towel around his waist, pulled on shorts and dropped down to do a set of pushups on the rug like everything was completely normal, counting under his breath. I wondered if the previous night had really happened or not. Maybe I had imagined it. 

He caught my eye a few times while I studied at my desk, and we held the eye contact for a second, and I felt a little tension, just a tiny bit. I'd look back down at a page I wasn't really reading. He got up eventually and grabbed a shirt off the pile.

"I'm gonna go find food," he said.

"Cool."

"You coming?"

"Sure," I said. 

Okay, I guess things aren't too crazy.

Then he grabbed his phone off his desk on his way to his shoes, thumbed it awake, and stopped moving.

"Why do I have like sixty messages," he said.

I bit down on a smile. "No idea."

"I have the chat silenced. I silenced it week one, those dudes never shut up." He was scrolling now, his eyebrows climbing. "Wait. Wait wait wait."

I spun my chair around to watch him arrive at it. I was actually more nervous than excited at this point.

"'The wall was moving,'" he read out loud. "Bro. They heard us. Danny heard the whole…" He kept scrolling and his mouth fell open, and then he made a sound I had never heard out of him, this wheezing hiccup of a laugh, and he had to sit down on his bunk. "You did NOT post that."

"I did."

"'And look how I left him.'" He could barely get it out. He was folded over his phone, shaking. "That's my ASS."

He cracked up even more. I laughed along with him, contagiously.

"I look DEAD," he breathed.

"You were, kinda."

He crossed the room and dropped onto the edge of my desk, and threw an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side so we could both see the screen, and we scrolled through the rest of them together like that, his arm lying heavily across my neck, my face close enough to his jaw that I could smell his shower. Every few messages one of us broke and set the other one off. When he reached "roommate of the year" he squeezed my shoulder.

"Tk's not wrong," he said, wiping his eye with the heel of his hand. "You're insane, dude. I sleep in for ONE morning."

"You shouldn't leave that butt on display then."

He laughed again, quieter, and studied the picture one more time before he clicked the phone off and pushed away from my desk. We got up together to go out to lunch.

Kelly was in the hall when he opened the door. The hot girl from down the hall.

She had a way of leaning on a door frame like a model, one shoulder against the jamb, hair down, and she looked past Jeff straight into our room for half a second and then back at him, and I saw the whole thing set up before it happened.

"There he is," she said, like she'd been looking for him specifically, which, knowing Kelly, she probably had not.

Normally this was where Jeff died. Normally he'd say something that almost worked and then follow it with something that made her forehead do a little pity-wrinkle, and she'd drift off down the hall and he'd come back in and I'd get to be his buddy about it. That was the pattern.

But today, he leaned on his own side of the frame, mirroring her, and said something quietyl I only caught the tail of, and she laughed. And not like a polite laugh, her hand coming up to his arm. He said something else and she bit her lip and pushed his shoulder.

I felt a little dry about it. I loved that he was finally spitting some game, like maybe I had fingered some confidence directly into his ass, but right now I wanted to hang out with him, he was my date for lunch, and she was stealing him right in front of me, bro-cucking me.

I sat in my chair for a sec and watched him not fumble it for the first time in the two months I'd known him, and it was so much worse than every time he'd struck out. When he struck out I felt bad for him, a little. This was the opposite. My sternum felt like I just got punched.

He glanced back at me over his shoulder, just once. His eyes were lit up, and he had a grin like he was about to get away with something, like he wanted me to see him win, and then he stepped back and let Kelly come in past him, and she gave me a little wave I barely returned, and Jeff shut the door.

I grabbed my backpack off the floor and said I had to go, and I was out of the room before they even said the next word to each other.

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The library was open all day, and I sat at a table on an upper floor with my World Civ notes in front of me and read the same paragraph about the Peloponnesian War maybe nine times.

This was fine. This was normal roommate stuff. Sexiled is a word for a reason, it happens to everybody, it's practically a rite of passage, and any decent roommate clears out and gives the guy his shot, especially a guy who's been striking out for two months straight. I should have been happy for him. He finally got a girl, in the actual room, with the actual Kelly, and here I was, being a good bro, killing time in the stacks so my boy could seal the deal.

That held up for about ten minutes.

Then I started thinking about what was going on in that room, and my chest suddenyl didn't feel good. I liked the idea of his athletic body finally getting to penetrate a girl, and I got a visual idea of the joyful bounce of his ass as he would be speeding up to cum inside her, maybe on the second round by this point. But I was just jealous, and kind of weird about it.

The thought of Kelly being under him while he made the bed creak with her made my hand tighten around my pen.

I closed the notebook and sat there for the better part of the afternoon scrolling on my phone, pretending to study, and checking the time.

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When I got back the door was unlocked and Kelly was gone.

Jeff was on the bottom bunk, sitting up against the wall in just his shorts, and the fleshlight was out, not put away in its sock, sitting right there on the mattress next to his thigh.

I stood in the doorway a second, piecing it together.

"Where's Kelly," I said, even though I could see for myself.

"She left." He shrugged, and he wouldn't quite look at me. "Wasn't gonna happen."

I dropped my backpack. "What do you mean it wasn't gonna happen. She was all over you in the hall."

"She saw the fleshlight and freaked out," he said. "Like, saw it and got weird about it and bailed."

I looked at the toy sitting there on the mattress. I looked at him. I let a beat go by.

"It also smells like... actually disgusting in here," I said. "You really should've aired it out first if you were bringing a girl in. Cracked a window or something."

"Yeah, I know."

I sat down on the edge of his bunk, which I basically never did, and I looked at him sideways. He was picking at a thread on the hem of his shorts.

"Still," I said. "She seemed really into you today. Like, really. I honestly thought you were finally gonna do it. What happened?"

He set the fleshlight down and looked at me, and something in his face gave up.

"I didn't really wanna go through with it anyway," he said.

I stared at him. "Why not? Dude, that's Kelly."

He looked up at me, and there was that smirk, but softer than the hall one, like it cost him something.

"I wanted to fuck you instead," he said.

My eyes went wide. He'd sent a girl out of the room, and it was Kelly. He'd had the exact thing he'd wanted for two months right there, and he'd sabotaged it, because of me, and the double stuffing and frottage, and the wrestling and oral from the night before.

"Really?" I said, and my voice cracked a little on it.

He stood up off the bunk, and I had to tip my head back to keep looking at him, and he leaned down and kissed me. And it wasn't a joke. 

His hand came up under my jaw and he stuck his tongue into my mouth slowly, and my whole body went still. He stopped and pulled back a few inches.

"Yeah," he said, close to my mouth. "It was hot, dude. I want you to fuck me."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I thought YOU wanted to fuck ME," I said.

He laughed quietly, and the smirk came all the way back. He reached into his shorts and pulled his dick out, already half hard, the thick, heavy thing resting on his palm. He dropped it and let it hang there in front of my face where I was sitting.

"Why don't you just eat this first," he said. "Then we can decide who fucks who."

It was right around dinnertime. I'd come back to the room actually hungry, had a whole plan about the dining hall closing soon, and I'd been thinking about the special Wednesday veggie burger the entire walk up the stairs. But that all fell out of my head. I was focused on the meat hanging in front of me.

I leaned in and took him into my mouth slowly this time. I'd learned about his hair trigger, that he'd blow in under a minute if I got greedy, and I did not want that yet. So I worked just the head, my tongue moving under the ridge of it. Then I took more I took it in, one slow inch at a time, and backed off before he could build his cum meter too high.

"Oh," he breathed. His hand came down onto the back of my neck. "Slow. Okay."

I hummed around him and felt him twitch against my tongue, and I pulled almost all the way off and licked up the underside just to hear the sound he made. I read him the whole time, easing off carefully every time his stomach started to tense, keeping him right on the edge without pushing him over it. His breathing got ragged. His thigh was tight as a rope under my free hand.

I came off him with a wet sound and looked up the length of his rippling jock body.

"How long," I said, wiping my mouth. "How long have you actually wanted this."

He was breathing hard, half laughing. "Bro, don't make me..."

"How long."

His head dropped back against the wall. 

"The first day, I guess," he said. "First day, when I peeled my shorts off and you were all nervous and didn't know where to look. I wanted to see how far I could push you. I thought it was funny making you squirm. Then it became sort of a game. There was actually a whole separate group chat about it. They got pics of my dick out standing behind you at your desk."

My jaw dropped. "Oh my god." 

And eventually it was just kinda... hot I guess." He grinned down at me like he was proud of himself. 

"You planned it," I said.

"I made it up as I went, but, yeah, kinda."

"You're a freak."

"Yeah," he said, and pushed my head back down.

I went down and sucked him harder. I got him to sit back on the edge of his bed, and I got my hands under his thighs and lifted his legs up toward his chest. He'd showered that day, and I could tell. I looked at his ass as it spread wider in my hands, this lacrosse recruit folded up on his own mattress with his ankles by his ears, and I went down and licked him right on the pink circle of skin, feeling his little hairs tickling my face as I tasted the real manliness of him. He giggled at first but he grabbed my head and pulled me in. I stuck my tongue deep inside, then dragged it flat over the hole, and then worked the point of it in again, wiggling it around.

His whole body gyrated in waves, basically rubbing against my face.

"Fuck," he groaned, drawn out, his hand slapping down onto the mattress. "Fuck, fuck..."

I dug in, and I ate him out like was starving, and he moaned so loud I was sure the guys next door were getting more info to rag on us further in the group chat. His thighs shook against my ears and tightened against me, holding me in place. His hand fisted my hair and held on.

Then I got up on my knees and spit into my hand and lined myself up, and I pushed into him quickly. He was tight and hot and he swore the whole way, and I went slowly at first, giving it to him in the same short careful bursts he'd once forced his dick into the fleshlight alongside mine. He got used to it fast. He wanted it fast.

"Harder," he said, gripping the back of his own knee. "Come on, harder, I'm fine, harder..."

So I gave it to him, clapping my body against him as his big dick bounced on his abs, the bedframe screaming under us. I had his ankle in one hand and my other on his hip and I fucked him while he begged for it, and at some point I reached over to where the fleshlight was still sitting on the mattress and I grabbed it and slid it down over his leaking, bobbing dick without slowing my hips.

His eyes rolled back.

"Oh my god," he said. "Oh my god, both, do both..."

I worked the toy over him in time with every thrust, driving into him and stroking him with the same rhythm, his whole body caught between the two forces, and I felt him start to clench around me and there was no holding back for either of us after that. 

He finished first, like he always did, but this time I was right behind him, buried in him with my grip locked on the sleeve.

His load squirted all the way out of the open end of the fleshlight, up over the plastic and onto his own stomach, and I finished a breath later, deep inside him, having my first orgasm to ever occur inside someone. I held still, breathing it in while it pulsed out of me.

I looked down at him, at the toy still full of his juices, tipped over, spilling more of it onto his abs, after two months of that thing driving me insane, and now it was just a prop in a homoerotic spiral.

"I think we're gonna need to wash your sheets again."

He rolled his eyes, and I slipped off of him. His nake body tensed up as he carefully stood, letting the male juices run down his front. He started wiping them with his fingers, with that familiar face I make when I have to clean myself up, sort of disgusted by the output from my own body. 

"Fuck dude," he said, "my ass is killing me."

"Yeah," I said, "I was gonna ask."

"No, it was, fun though," he said, half smiling, mostly to himself, as he turned around, looking for a cumrag among his messy items on the floor. 

I stared at his muscular, smooth and hairless butt, like it was an erotic puzzle. It was a mindfuck that I had fucked this guy, whom I kind of hated to be honest. I felt like I owed him an apology for judging him so hard when I got there, wishing he would shape up. But it turned out, it was really me who needed to figure my shit out, and he had brought out a side of me I couldn't imagine closing the door on now.

"I wanna try it next time," I said as he rummaged through his dirty clothes, "...getting fucked."

"You're gonna love it," he said, "I wonder if the other guys will be down too."

I didn't know if he meant to include them as givers or receivers, but the idea made my heart race.