Straight Roommate (2 page)

“
Damn, I shouldn’t like the
way that sounded,” Landon said, moaning.

“
Normal…to be turned on…by
sexual noises.” Mitchell was almost past the point of making
complete sentences. He was living the closest thing to his darkest
fantasy, and every nerve in his body was on fire, relishing it. He
wasn’t going to last. He wanted to stroke Landon’s balls, tease his
hole, feel him everywhere, but even if it were an option, he
couldn’t do it right now. He was too engrossed in the jerky
movements of Landon’s body, the sounds spilling from his mouth, the
sight of his pinched face. Holy fuck, he was going to
blow.

“
You wanna come?” Mitchell
asked, jerking them both faster, harder.

“
Hell, yeah. Just like
that. Oh god.” His body went rigid, and Mitchell felt the dick in
his hand jerk just before the first stream shot out. Landon
shouted, and Mitchell had to bite his own lip to keep from trying
to catch the rope of cum squirting out. He hadn’t been lying. He
loved to give head, but even tasting Landon’s essence might wig the
man out. It was a line Mitchell couldn’t cross, no matter how much
he wanted it in his mouth. But just thinking of tasting him like
that sent Mitchell over the edge. His sac drew up tight and fast
before he could stop the inevitable. His eyes rolled back, and he
roared out his own release right behind Landon.

Time stalled as they both panted, and
Mitchell wasn’t sure how long it took him to come back to reality.
He was sitting on Landon’s bed with his hand around his semi-hard
dick, slick with his spent passion and the lube that had been the
excuse to start it all. His fingers didn’t want to unfurl, but he
managed to release Landon’s shaft and stood without looking at him.
His roommate hadn’t said anything, and in the aftermath of what had
just happened, Mitchell didn’t want to push him too soon. Instead,
he walked to the bathroom and washed up. He took a few deep breaths
as he tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up. It felt as
if he’d been living inside a dream, one that had both euphoric and
frightening consequences—a confusing, beautiful nightmare. He
briefly wondered how long he could hideout in the bathroom reeling
in the afterglow while dreading what he knew was to come. He sucked
in another lungful of air as he steeled himself to face his
roommate. Regardless of the man’s state of mine, there was no going
back.

Mitchell pushed opened the door and saw
Landon still slumped on his bed where he’d relaxed with his
release. He forced his shoulders to relax before he walked toward
him. Landon breathed heavily, and Mitchell swallowed, not sure if
the other man was containing his emotions—hopefully not rage.
Mitchell really didn’t want a trip to the E.R. He’d warned Landon
this was a line he didn’t want to cross, but under the haze of
alcohol, the man couldn’t see reason.

An odd sound escaped Landon’s lips, and
Mitchell frowned as he neared him. It wasn’t just any noise. It was
a snore.

The man was asleep, his now limp dick still
splayed out and wet. Mitchell sighed, knowing he’d have to clean
him up and tuck him in…in both his pants and his bed. But he
finally relaxed, knowing he’d been granted a stay of execution. He
didn’t have to worry about the dreaded after conversation. But his
reprieve would only last so long.

Morning would be here soon enough. And
there’d be no haze of liquor clouding Landon’s judgment.

Or his reflexes.

Mitchell had hardly slept last night. It
hadn’t just been the knowledge that his roommate was the
stereotypical heterosexual male who would probably wake up in the
middle of the night and castrate him in his sleep. Oh no, the fear
had been easy to understand. It was the damn desire coursing
through his veins, keeping his own cock stiff and aching all night,
that had really made sleeping unattainable. He couldn’t stop
remembering how hard Landon’s dick had been, the sounds he’d made
when Mitchell had gotten him off.

When Mitchell had finally decided to give up
on getting any decent shut-eye, he got up as quietly as he could,
grabbed some clothes and quickly changed before slipping out. He
wasn’t being a coward. He knew he had to face Landon, but nobody
said he had to face the man unprepared. The guy would wake up with
a killer hangover and want something to eat. Maybe if Mitchell
distracted him with greasy food and coffee, he’d go easy on
him.

It was a weak plan, but the only idea he’d
been able to devise with his sleep-deprived brain. It was either
get Landon food or make a run for it.

He headed for the café on campus. The coffee
wasn’t as good as Starbucks, but they were known for their omelets,
not their espresso. He ordered Landon’s just how he liked it—with
everything—and two coffees. Unfortunately, his order was ready way
too soon. Hell, even after he grabbed the bag and drink holder, he
looked around the barren room, searching for something, anything,
to delay him just a little bit longer. He sighed, defeated, and
walked out. He was back to the room within minutes. Maybe Landon
was still asleep and Mitchell wouldn’t have to interact with him
just yet. When he opened the door and stepped inside, that hope
died a swift death.

“
Good morning,” Mitchell
said hesitantly.

Landon groaned in response as he sat on the
edge of his bed, his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

Mitchell gently closed the door behind him.
He’d considered locking it, but decided against that in case he
needed to make a quick getaway. He moved toward Landon.

“
Got you some breakfast.”
His head shot up, and Mitchell suppressed a wince at how bloodshot
his roommate’s eyes were. “Figured you’d need it.”

Landon reached out, and Mitchell walked over
and handed him the sack. Then he turned to the side where their
makeshift kitchen was and grabbed a bottle of water out of the dorm
fridge and some aspirin off the counter, burning his nervous
energy.

“
Here.” He handed over the
water and pills before retreating to his side of the room. Landon
guzzled the drink and downed the meds before pulling out his
breakfast.

“
Thanks.” His voice was
gravel, and another emotion swamped Mitchell. Guilt. His roommate
had obviously been more wasted than he’d realized. It would be so
easy for the guy to pin the blame of last night on him. Out of the
two, Mitchell had been the only one in his right mind.

And the only one really turned on by the
thought of what had happened. His head dropped. He was the worst
kind of bastard. He should’ve stopped Landon the moment he
mentioned testing the lube. He knew where something like that would
go. It didn’t matter if Landon was straight. He’d also been drunk,
and not coherent enough to think rationally. Mitchell deserved any
punishment he dished out.

“
What’s the matter with
you?”

Mitchell’s gaze flew to Landon’s bloodshot
one. It was time to face the music. But instead of an angry,
accusatory stare, Landon was sporting a frown. “Huh?” was the only
word he managed.

“
I’m the one with the
killer headache. Why do you look like your puppy just
died?”

Mitchell swallowed, trying
to appear calm, but frantically thinking how to reply. “Rough
night.” It was true. It had been a rough night
after
they’d gotten off together. At
least for Mitchell. Landon had just crashed.

“
What time did I get home?”
he asked, focusing back on his eggs.

Mitchell stared at his roommate blankly. Why
wasn’t he berating him yet? Was he playing some kind of game? He
rubbed his hands on his pants, knowing it didn’t really matter if
he was. He cleared his throat as he steeled himself for however
Landon wanted to have this conversation. If the guy wanted to toy
with him some, he’d let him. “Um, around midnight.”

“
Damn,” he breathed. “I
don’t remember shit after doing Jello shots off Lizzie’s belly.” He
looked up. “Did someone drop me off?”

Mitchell felt his mouth open, his jaw
working on a reply his brain hadn’t yet sent to his mouth. “Don’t
know. Nobody came in with you.”

Landon made a noncommittal sound as he
nodded and returned to his breakfast. He kept eating and even
reached for his phone to check messages as if everything was
normal. As if…

He doesn’t
know
. Holy shit! Mitchell stood and busied
himself with light cleaning. He wanted to pace but knew Landon
would question why he was fidgety. Within ten minutes, Landon had
finished his breakfast and grabbed some clothes on his way to the
shower. Mitchell stared at his retreating back, still speechless.
Should he confess last night’s events or shut the hell up about it?
Would Landon believe him if he told him?

If Mitchell hadn’t been stone cold sober,
he’d be questioning his own memories. It wasn’t as if he didn’t
dream about sex with hot guys. But he knew the truth. There was no
denying he’d gotten Landon off last night while he masturbated in
front of him.

He gritted his teeth as his cock jerked.
God, the man had been sexy as hell with only his penis exposed. Now
he was in the shower, naked, rubbing down his body. Would he jack
off now? Would he harbor some sexual awareness from last night
that’d turn him on again?

Fuck, he couldn’t think about that! Maybe
he’d tell Landon the truth later, but no way could he face a wet,
half-dressed Landon while sporting wood. He needed to take his mind
off last night and fast.

He slumped into the chair at his
workstation. He couldn’t analyze the properties of the lube right
now. If he did, he’d have to think about how it felt on Landon’s
cock. Instead, he pulled up chemical breakdowns of naturally
occurring oils and focused on the mundane data. It had always been
easy for him to get lost in his project, and as long as he didn’t
dwell on what it actually was, then he could forget for now. Within
minutes he was typing away on his keyboard and reading about
alternative compounds.

Mitchell was in the middle of comparing the
viscosity of coconut oil to palm oil when the bathroom door swung
open. On instinct, he looked over his shoulder.

He shouldn’t have.

Not because Landon was in his underwear with
water droplets sliding down his bare chest or that his underwear
did nothing to hide the erection beneath. Oh no, the look in
Landon’s gaze was a mix of shock, confusion, and yes…a little bit
pissed.

He remembered. He must have. There was no
other reason why he just stood there staring at Mitchell, who was
doing his best not to jump up and explain. Instead, he sat very
still without saying a word. His reprieve had been short-lived, but
at least he hadn’t woken up to Landon punching him in the face.

Slowly, Landon walked toward him. Mitchell
watched him warily. When Landon reached for the half-empty
container of lube, Mitchell couldn’t sit still any longer. He
jumped up and out of arm’s reach while Landon obviously continued
to process what had happened.

Landon’s gaze cut to him. “Mind telling me
why I just tried to rub one out and had a vision of you giving me a
hand job?” He glanced at his bed. Looked at Mitchell again. Then
walked over to his bed and inspected it. The silence stretched on.
He was waiting for an answer.

Mitchell sure as hell didn’t want to give
him one. But when Landon turned around and pinned him with his
glare, Mitchell had to shut his eyes to garner his strength. Sure,
he’d briefly considered keeping quiet, but he knew that wasn’t
really plausible. He’d had every intention of coming clean about
what had happened, but he just couldn’t look at Landon while he
summoned the will. He had to take a fortifying breath before
blurting out his confession.

“
Because I gave you one
last night.”

“
Son of a bitch!” Landon
threw the container against the wall, and Mitchell flinched at his
outburst. Landon was panting, his hands balled at his sides. He
wanted to hit something, Mitchell could tell. He just hoped that
something wasn’t him.

Though he couldn’t really blame the man if
he did.

“
You were really drunk last
night. I tried to talk you out of it,” Mitchell said quickly. He
didn’t think it wise to stress how adamant Landon had been about
doing it, so he stopped there.

“
You should’ve knocked my
ass out,” Landon gritted out, the tumultuous emotion in his eyes
settling on what looked like guilt.

Guilt?
Why?

“
Wait.” Mitchell took a
hesitant step toward Landon. “You’re mad at yourself, not
me?”

Landon laughed bitterly. “Well, hell yeah. I
was pissed when Alex showed up with that douche Colin, so I turned
on the charm with Lizzie and got shitfaced. Then she wouldn’t put
out, so I stumbled home and took advantage of you.” He shook his
head. “Dude, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Mitchell laughed, out loud,
with a full body guffaw. The shock of Landon’s words didn’t want to
settle into reality just yet. “You’re…apologizing…to…” He couldn’t
even finish. He leaned over, resting his hands on his knees as he
tried to regain his composure. The man was apologizing to
him
for crying out
loud.

“
What’s so fucking
funny?”

“
God, I thought you were
gonna kick my ass.” Mitchell wiped the tears that leaked out from
his mirth.

“
Why? It wasn’t your fault.
I came on to you.” Landon said, a bit of cockiness rearing its
head.

“
So?”
What is he getting at?