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Jeff had been my roommate for only two weeks. God, college sucked so far. Just like high school, only more expensive.
“Is the air-conditioning broken or what?” I asked. “Fuck.”
“I guess so,” he said, focused on the TV in front of him.
I took my shirt off and sat on the chair next to the couch he was on. I tried not to look at his half-nude body. The way the planes of his chest dipped to his stomach.
His bare feet.
I failed. Repeatedly.
I caught him staring, too. I smiled.
“What’s that ink?” he asked.
It seemed like a ploy to get closer, but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t want to overstep; it would be really fucking awkward to spend the rest of the year living with a dude I made moves on if he wasn’t interested. Or even gay.
I leaned down and tilted toward him, my fingers tracing the familiar colorful patterns on my right shoulder. I worked out, knew I looked good, and knew that from just this angle, my muscles flexed and looked even better.
When I lifted my head to look at him, I knew he wanted me. He wanted more.
His legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me. When he thrust, I thought I’d come in my pants. His mouth was hard against mine, his lips soft as his tongue made demands of mine.
I could barely breathe, barely think, before his hands were at my pants, undoing the button and sliding the zipper. He wrapped his fingers around my cock and stroked, his mouth still attacking mine.
Fumbling, I managed to undo his jeans. Before I could get my hand in, he was pushing me up and back on the couch and covering my cock with his pretty mouth.