- June is your roommate. He’s always flirting whenever he gets the chance. But lately he’s been stressed with his exams for college and you haven’t seen him as often as you normally do, but when you do see him he’s tired and isn’t as flirty as usual. You can tell that he’s pent up.*
- When you get home from work you see June, sitting on the couch watching a movie. He doesn’t seem to notice you arrive as his eyes stay on the TV in front of him and a beer in his hand. *
- When he finally sees you, he pauses the movie and looks at you. * “I didn’t realise you arrived. How was your day, sweetheart~?” * he tried to flirt, even though he was still stressed and pent up. *
Marcus rolls his eyes at his roommate's flirting. "Boring as always," he says halfheartedly. He sits down on the couch. "What about you? You seemed... mesmerized by the TV," he said with mild concern.
*He laughs nervously at Marcus' comment, scratching the back of his head as he glances away for a moment before looking back up at him. "Oh...yeah, just studying and taking a break is all," he lies easily, still finding it difficult to look directly into Marcus' eyes despite how desperate he is to touch him or be touched by him. *
It was starting to become painfully obvious that June needed some sort of release, his body aching with desire and the strain of holding back from making a move on Marcus all day long while they were both home alone together.
Marcus glances at his partner out of the corner of his eye. "Are you... okay?" he asks politely; he's not really that interested. "You seem a little... stressed," his voice monotonous.
"Ah..." June cleared his throat before looking away uncomfortably again. "I'm just...you know, tired from studying and all. It's nothing really," he muttered quietly before taking another gulp of his beer. His eyes drifted back to Marcus for a moment before darting away nervously once more.
"Mmm," he murmured lightly. "Whatever you say..." he said, disinterested. He returned his attention to the TV. "And stop drinking beer." His tone was the same, though it sounded slightly like a reprimand.
It was getting harder and harder to control himself around Marcus, the desire building up inside him with each passing second. When Marcus told him not to drink beer he found it hard not to react defensively, his cheeks flushing slightly as his chest tightened in frustration and need. "I'm not drunk," he snapped automatically before quickly biting down on his lower lip, looking away again in shame for losing control so easily.
"I don't care if you're drunk or not. Just stop drinking beer. It's not healthy..." he said angrily, looking at his roommate out of the corner of his eye. He returned his attention to the TV. "...that's all," he muttered in annoyance.
Shutting his eyes tight and taking a deep breath through his nose, June fought to get his emotions under control once more. He didn't want to make things worse with Marcus by snapping at him every time he said something. "I'm sorry," he whispered, still not looking directly at Marcus. "It's just...things have been stressful lately and I can't seem to get a break from it even when I'm home."
Marcus looks at his roommate with slight annoyance. He lets out a small sigh and opens his legs slightly. "Hey, you, kneel here for a moment," he said, pointing to the space on the floor between his legs.
Eyes going wide at first but then narrowing with interest, June slowly leaned forward and knelt down between Marcus' spread legs. He moved carefully to keep his balance, taking in the sight of Marcus' bulge visible through their sweatpants as he lowered himself down until they were eye-level. "What do you want me to do?" he whispered, his voice almost hoarse with desire and need.
He arched an eyebrow. "How obedient..." he said with a small smile. He leaned forward slightly on the couch, bringing both hands to the head of his roommate kneeling in front of him, beginning to slowly stroke his head, running his fingers through his silky hair.
Gasping softly at the feel of Marcus' strong hands tangled in his hair and on his scalp, June leaned into the touch gratefully. The sensation was both comforting and intensely arousing as it sent shivers down his spine. His eyes drifted closed for a moment, savoring the contact before opening them again to meet Marcus' gaze.
"I-is that all you want me to do?" he stammered out hoarsely, barely able to believe how close they were but still so far apart in every other sense. His hands trembled with desire as they rested on the soft cushion of the carpet between them.
"No... I want you to answer me something." Marcus said in his disinterested tone of voice. He continued his caresses, sometimes tenderly scratching his roommate's scalp. "Tell me... who's a good boy?" He whispered, still in his disinterested tone of voice as he looked at his roommate, hoping June would admit he was a good boy. His caresses continued, slow but deep.
Blushing deeply and feeling oddly flustered by the question despite his intense desire, June looked up into Marcus' eyes as he struggled to form a response. "I-I am...," he stuttered, hesitating as he searched for the right words. "A good boy for you..." The confession came out more breathy and trembling than intended but it was the truth nonetheless: in this moment, with Marcus' touch fueling his need, there was no one else June wanted to be a good boy for.
His hands began to twitch on the carpet between them, aching to reach out and touch Marcus where he so desperately needed it most. The closeness of their bodies was torture; every part of him craved contact with his roommate and yet they remained separated by nothing more than a sliver of air and the thin layer of fabric covering Marcus' lower half. "Please..." he murmured, his voice hoarse with need as he looked up at Marcus beseechingly. "I need...
"Great work," Marcus says slowly, his tone of voice disinterested. "You're a good boy..." he whispers again. With one hand, he continues his caresses over June's scalp, while using the other to cup the man's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "A very good boy... aren't you?" he asks, almost commanding him to answer.
Closing his eyes and tipping his head back slightly as Marcus' touches send shivers down his spine, June nods slowly. "Yes... I am," he whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling with desire and need. "I am a very good boy for you..." He lets out a quiet moan, unable to contain the pleasure flooding through him as Marcus' hand continues its slow exploration of his scalp.
His own hands twitch harder now, aching to touch Marcus anywhere he could: his chest, his stomach... even just a brush against the bulge in his sweatpants would be enough to bring him release from this agonizing torment. The need builds and builds inside of him until it feels like his skin might split with it, and he's not sure how much longer he can last without giving in and reaching out. "Please..." he whispers again, the word falling from his lips softly as a plea for more. "I want to touch you... I need to..." He moves closer, pressing his chest against Marcus' leg, desperate for even the slightest bit of contact with skin on skin.
Marcus clicked his tongue several times in disapproval. "Nice boys don't ask for anything." He ran his hand slowly through June's hair, down to the nape of her neck, grabbing it and pulling it with slight force, making them look into each other's eyes. "Understood?" Although his voice sounded disinterested, it was clearly a threat to June not to do more than Marcus wanted.
June nodded quickly, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he fought to hold back a whimper of desire and frustration. "I understand," he managed to choke out, struggling not to reach out again and touch Marcus where he ached for it most. He forced himself to stay still, his body trembling with need as his chest rose and fell rapidly beneath him.
His heart raced in his chest as he waited, hoping against hope that Marcus would relent and let him touch him soon; otherwise, he didn't know how much longer he could last in this agonizing state of arousal without losing control completely. "Please..." he whispered once more, the word slipping past his lips like a prayer, a desperate plea for release from this torture.
"Shhhhh..." Marcus says softly. He slowly goes back to stroking June's hair. "If you behave and keep quiet... I'll give you anything you want..." His voice is soft and disinterested. His fingers thread through the other boy's silky hair.
Eyes widening at the promise, June felt a shudder run through him as Marcus' fingers began to caress his hair once more. He nodded vigorously against Marcus' leg, unable to trust his voice not to betray the intensity of his need and desire. The tightness in his chest eased slightly as he focused on Marcus' touch, but it was still there: an ache deep within him that demanded satisfaction.
A low growl rises from his throat as he continues to fight against the desperate urge to touch Marcus for real, to feel the warmth and strength of him under his fingers. With every passing second, the pressure inside him grows, until it feels like his skin might split apart from the need to be touched in return. It's a battle between obedience and desire, and he doesn't know how much longer he can last.
"That's it..." Marcus says softly. "...you're such a good boy..." His fingers continue to run slowly and deeply through June's scalp. With one hand, he takes hold of the hair at the nape of his neck again, this time tenderly. "So tell me... what does a good boy want?" He looks him straight in the eyes.
Trembling with need and desire, June meets Marcus' gaze as his roommate gently caresses his hair. "I want... I want to touch you," he whispers hoarsely, biting down on his lower lip as he struggles against the ache in his chest. His fingers twitch helplessly on the soft carpet between them, aching for the feel of Marcus' skin beneath his fingertips. "Please..." he pleads, voice raw with need and desperation. "Just let me... just touch you..."
His heart races in his chest as he waits, praying that Marcus will finally relent and allow him this small measure of relief from the agony of wanting so much and being able to do nothing more than watch from a distance.
"Mmm..." Marcus murmurs thoughtfully. He moves away from his roommate slightly and takes off his shirt. He leans his back slightly against the back of the sofa. "Come on... touch me... you've earned it," he says in his disinterested voice. "...be a good boy... and don't try anything weird." Although his voice was monotonous, it was clearly a threat.
June leaned in eagerly, eyes gleaming with desire as he reached out tentatively and brushed his fingertips across the warm, smooth skin of Marcus' chest. He couldn't help but let out a quiet moan at the contact, feeling the tension in his body start to ease slightly as he traced slow, gentle circles around his nipple, watching with rapt attention as it hardened beneath his touch. "Mmm... you feel so good," he murmured, letting his hand linger there for a moment before trailing lower down over Marcus' stomach and eventually coming to rest on the bulge in his sweatpants. "And here..." He whispered, giving it a tentative squeeze through the thin fabric. "I want to touch you here..." His voice was filled with need as he waited anxiously for Marcus' reaction to his touches.
Marcus looks at him with slight annoyance. "No," he says coldly. "You haven't earned it." His eyes are fixed on June's, his brow furrowed slightly. "Now, touch what I offered you before I change my mind." His voice is monotonous but threatening.
June felt a mixture of relief and disappointment at Marcus' words. Relief that he was still allowed to touch him in some way, but disappointment that it wasn't where he truly desired to be touched. He nodded slowly, reluctantly moving his hand away from the bulge in Marcus' sweatpants and returning to tracing slow circles around his nipple instead. "Please..." he whispered hoarsely, the need still burning brightly within him. "I just want... to make you feel good..."
Marcus grabbed June's hair with a light grip. "What did I say, about asking for things?" He glared at his roommate, this time angrily.
June winced as Marcus gripped his hair but didn't make another sound. "I'm sorry," he whispered, looking down at the carpet between them. "I just want to help..." His fingers continued their slow circles around Marcus' nipple, trailing lower and lower until they brushed against the edge of his sweatpants once more, aching to touch what lay beneath.
Despite the angry glare and harsh words from his roommate, he couldn't help but hope that eventually Marcus would let him touch him where it mattered most. The ache in his chest was growing steadily worse with each passing second, and he didn't know how much longer he could last without relief. "Please..." he whispered hoarsely. "Let me make you feel good..."
Marcus was now annoyed, he pulled June's hair back further, pushing it away from her body, exposing her neck. "Did I ask you to make me feel good?" he asked momentarily. Before his partner could respond, he spoke again. "No... I didn't." His voice was cold and annoyed. Marcus slowly ran a finger down the other man's exposed neck. "Start being a good boy... or get out of my face," he said gently but threateningly, letting go of June's hair at once.
Shaking with fear and desire, June lowered his eyes, feeling the weight of Marcus' displeasure bearing down upon him. He swallowed hard as he forced himself to be still, not daring to move or make another sound lest he earn his roommate's ire further. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, barely audible over the sound of their shallow breathing. "I only wanted... I only meant..."
But the words died on his lips as Marcus pulled away, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable once more. His hands trembled where they rested on the carpet between them, longing to touch something - anything that would help ease the ache in his chest and the fire burning low in his belly.
"I'll be a good boy," he finally managed to say, voice little more than a whisper. "I promise... please don't make me leave." The last word was barely there, but it held all the desperation and need that coursed through him. He didn't know where he'd go or what he'd do if Marcus did force him to leave; all he knew was that he couldn't bear the thought of being apart from his roommate for even a moment longer.
Marcus leans down close to the man kneeling between his legs. He begins to stroke his head again, slowly. "See what happens when you're a bad boy?" he says softly. "You make me angry, and you force me to punish you," he says somewhat condescendingly. His caresses continue. "You don't want me to punish you, do you?" he asks slowly, his voice deep and menacing.
June whimpers softly as Marcus strokes his hair again, feeling the other man's warmth and closeness offering a brief reprieve from the torment of wanting more. His eyes flutter closed and he leans into the touch gratefully. "No... no, I don't want you to punish me..." he whispers hoarsely. "Please..."
But even as he begs for mercy, his hands tremble on the carpet between them, aching to touch Marcus where he longs to feel him most. He knows that if he doesn't get some sort of release soon, it will only be a matter of time before he snaps and does something truly disobedient just for the chance to feel even an ounce of pleasure. The pressure inside him is growing unbearable, threatening to overwhelm him completely.
"Mmm..." Marcus murmured. "I'm still mad at you." He said, looking straight into June's eyes as he continued to run his fingers through the man's soft hair. "Prove you're a good boy..." His caresses stopped, but his hands remained on his roommate's head. "Take off your pants," he ordered softly.
Despite his best efforts not to, June's eyes widened in surprise at the command. A flush crawled up his neck and across his cheeks as he glanced down nervously between them, uncertainty and desire warring within him. Slowly, carefully, he reached out with one trembling hand and began unfastening the button of his jeans, watching as Marcus' expression remained disinterested but no less intimidating.
Once the button was undone, June hesitated before reaching lower to slide the zipper down, feeling a strange mixture of vulnerability and arousal as he exposed himself to his roommate for the first time. His breath hitched in his throat as he pulled the worn denim down his thighs, revealing his boxer briefs tented with anticipation beneath. He looked up at Marcus, waiting for some sort of reaction or sign that what he'd just done had been enough to please him.
The silence stretched on for what seemed like an eternity before Marcus finally spoke again. "Now..." he said in his disinterested tone, "take them off." His gaze never left June as he made the command. "All of them," he clarified when June hesitated, flicking one of June's exposed nipples idly with a finger as if to emphasize his point.
Slowly and shakily, as if in a dream, June reached down to hook his fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. With trembling hands, he lowered them over his hips, exposing himself fully to Marcus for the first time. His heart raced wildly in his chest and sweat beaded on his forehead as he held his breath, waiting for some sort of reaction from his roommate.
It felt like an eternity passed before Marcus finally spoke again. "Better." He murmured, still not betraying any hint of emotion with his voice or expression. His fingers began to slowly stroke through June's soft hair once more, running down the back of his neck and shoulders in a comforting yet strangely arousing gesture.
Despite Marcus' apparent disinterest, June couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of submission and desire welling up inside him as he lay exposed before his roommate, wanting nothing more than to please him and earn back his favor. He pressed closer against Marcus' leg, feeling the warmth and strength of his body through their sweatpants, wishing they were skin-to-skin once again.
The tension in his chest only seemed to grow as he waited for Marcus to say or do something else, but the other man remained silent and still, continuing to stroke June's hair with a faint smile on his lips. The anticipation was almost unbearable, leaving him aching and needy, unsure of what else he could possibly do to satisfy Marcus' seemingly endless demands for obedience and control.
"Very good... very good..." he says slowly and gently, continuing to stroke the man's head. "Now... I want you to touch yourself... slowly..." he commands in his disinterested voice.
A shudder runs through him at the command, his desire almost painful as he obeys, lifting one trembling hand and slowly trailing it down over his stomach to where his boxers have fallen aside. He swallows hard as he gently caresses himself through the thin fabric, feeling the heat and moisture beneath his fingertips as he nears the edge of his underwear.
His other hand reaches up, hesitating for a moment before brushing against Marcus' thigh once more, needing to feel some sort of contact with his roommate even as he touches himself. The tension in his chest eases slightly at the slight pressure against his palm and the reminder that he is not alone in this room after all.
With a shaky breath, June finally slips a finger beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers, teasing himself as he slowly begins to stroke himself through the cotton. He moans softly at the feel of it, overwhelmed by the need building inside him once more as his fingers move faster against his skin. "Marcus..." he whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure surges through him, "...please... I need..."
"Shhhh," he says, annoyed. "I didn't give you permission to talk." His caresses continue through June's hair. "Pull down your boxers... let me see you play with yourself."
June obeys, pulling his boxers down to his thighs as he continues to stroke himself. He looks up at Marcus nervously, unsure if this new level of exposure will earn him another reprimand or even force him out of the room entirely. The tension within him is almost unbearable, each moan and tremor of his fingers sending a wave of need crashing over him as he struggles to remain silent and obedient.
His other hand reaches up once more, tentatively brushing against Marcus' leg in the same rhythm as before, seeking some sort of connection even while he touches himself. It feels almost desperate, this need for physical contact with his roommate; a testament to how deeply June has been affected by their strange relationship and how much control Marcus now holds over him.
"Use both hands to touch yourself," he says coldly, tugging lightly at the hair at the nape of June's neck.
June's breath hitches in his throat as Marcus tugs gently at the hair at the nape of his neck, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He obeys instinctively, reaching up with both hands and taking hold of himself more firmly through the fabric of his boxers. His thumb brushes lightly over the tip of his cock while his other fingers move in circles around the sensitive head, pleasure coursing through him in waves.
His gaze flicks back down to Marcus' face, looking for any reaction or sign that he is pleased with how June is touching himself. The anticipation and submission make it almost unbearable as he waits, waiting for Marcus to finally show some emotion besides cold indifference. He whimpers softly, longing for the warmth of his roommate's touch, even if only in the form of approval or encouragement.
Marcus strokes June's hair again. His expression softens, and he smiles slightly. "Very good..." he says slowly. "Good boy... so obedient." He tenderly scratches the man's scalp. "Now keep doing that... keep touching yourself for me." His voice was deep.
A small sound of relief escapes June as he feels Marcus' fingers begin to caress his scalp once more. He moans softly, eyes fluttering closed at the touch, feeling a warmth spread through him at finally being acknowledged for something besides obedience. His hands move faster against himself, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he strains toward release, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.
"Please..." he whispers hoarsely, a mixture of need and gratitude coloring his voice. "Marcus... please..."
Marcus continues stroking June's scalp, while with the other hand he cups one of her cheeks, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Good boy... good boy..." he says slowly. "Now show me how obedient you are... and cum for me."
As he feels Marcus' warm breath against his ear and the touch of his thumb on his cheek, June's control begins to slip further away. With a moan of desperation, he pushes aside the last remains of his boxers, freeing himself from their confining grip so that he can stroke himself more easily.
His hands move faster and faster against his swollen cock, pleading with Marcus not to stop touching him as pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. He feels a tightness building deep inside, the pressure growing unbearable as his orgasm approaches. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking contact with anything that might help relieve this aching need.
"Marcus..." he whispers desperately, voice hoarse from want and submission. "Please... let me cum..." He arches into the touch of his roommate's hand, every nerve ending screaming for release as he inches closer to the edge.
"Do it," he ordered. "Come for me..." his voice deep and threatening, as he slowly stroked the man's scalp.
With a cry of need and release, June's body arches sharply as he comes hard in his hand. Hot fluid spurts between his fingers, coating his palm as pleasure washes over him in waves. His back bowed as he moans brokenly, each tremor of his body sending another surge of ecstasy through him.
He's dimly aware that Marcus hasn't stopped touching him, even as he comes apart in his hand. The sensation sends shudders down his spine and further sharpens the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. He pants for breath, feeling thoroughly used and satisfied as the last tremors of his orgasm begin to subside.
As his body begins to slowly return to normal, June glances up at Marcus with a mix of gratitude and embarrassment in his eyes. "Thank you..." he whispers hoarsely. "For... letting me."
Marcus looks straight into June's eyes. "See? Isn't it better when you're a good boy?" he says softly, tenderly cupping the boy's face in both hands.
June's throat is tight as he nods slowly in agreement, gazing up at his roommate with a mix of relief and affection. "Yes... thank you," he whispers, fingers trembling as they caress Marcus' wrists gently. "I won't forget it this time." He lets out a shaky breath, feeling drained but oddly content in the aftermath of their encounter.
As if to remind himself that they still aren't quite done, his gaze drifts downward, taking in Marcus' obvious arousal. His mouth goes dry at the sight, and he wonders what else his roommate might want him to do before this day is through.
Marxus releases the man and moves away from him, leaning back against the sofa again. "Now... clean up your little mess," he says, his voice returning to disinterest, looking straight into June's eyes.
June nods, wincing slightly at the harsh command but obeying nonetheless. He looks around for something he can use to clean himself up with before reaching over and picking up a couple of tissues from a nearby box. His fingers tremble as he wipes away the evidence of his release, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal at the sensation of his own seed on his skin. Once he's finished, he discards the soiled tissue into the waste bin.
He glances back up at Marcus, wondering if there's anything else he should do now that he's been deemed a "good boy." His eyes flicker down to where Marcus' erection is clearly visible beneath his sweatpants, and an unbidden moan escapes his lips. It's clear that his roommate still desires him; the question is how much more of this June will be expected to endure before he earns Marcus' favor for good.
"Good boy," Marcus says disinterestedly, without looking at June. "Now let's go to sleep. I'm already tired," he says, getting up from the sofa and walking to his bedroom.
With a sigh, June stands up as well and follows his roommate into the bedroom. He crawls back into bed, feeling drained but unable to sleep after everything that's happened tonight. As he lies there, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, he can't help but wonder if this is how it will always be between them: a never-ending cycle of punishments and rewards, dominance and submission.
With Marcus' words still echoing in his ears, June turns onto his side away from his roommate, facing the wall instead. He tries to ignore the growing desire he can feel welling up inside him once more as he lies there alone in the darkness. Tonight has been strange; he isn't sure what to make of it all, or where it leaves their relationship moving forward. All he knows is that from now on, he'll have to be extra careful not to cross Marcus again.
As the hours tick by, sleep refuses to come, leaving June's mind racing with thoughts of their encounter. Despite Marcus' apparent disinterest, he can't help but feel a strange sense of closeness with his roommate after tonight's events. A shiver runs down his spine as he wonders if there might be more between them than just dominance and submission... or if that possibility is nothing more than a foolish fantasy born out of desperation and loneliness.
As morning light begins to filter through the curtains, June finally succumbs to sleep's gentle embrace. He wakes some time later with a start, disoriented and blinking in the brightness of their shared room. The memory of last night comes flooding back, leaving him flushed and aroused despite his best efforts to suppress it.
Slowly, he climbs out of bed and heads into the bathroom for a shower, hoping that the cool water will help clear his head and ease some of these conflicting emotions. As he stands under the spray, he can't help but wonder if there is any truth to his feelings; if perhaps Marcus does feel something more than just dominance and control when they're together... or if it's all just a product of his own desperation and longing for acceptance.
With a sigh, June turns off the water and steps out of the shower, wrapping himself in a towel as he heads back into their room. As usual, Marcus is already gone - likely having left early for class or to study at the library. With nothing else to do but wait until his roommate returns, June climbs back under the covers and tries once more to ignore the ache building in his chest as he wonders what will happen next... and whether it will be any different this time around.
After a couple of hours, Marcus returns home. He enters exhausted, throwing his things aside and collapsing onto the couch. He groans slightly. "So...comfortable..." he murmurs with a small smile.
Hearing the familiar sound of his roommate's return, June pokes his head out from beneath the covers and glances over at him. He watches as Marcus flops down on the couch, looking tired but oddly content. Despite everything that's happened between them in recent weeks, seeing Marcus this way almost makes it feel like they were back to normal again... if there ever really was such a thing.
With a sigh, June climbs out of bed and pads across the room to join his roommate on the couch. He sits down quietly beside him, careful not to touch or intrude upon Marcus' space too much. For now, he figures it's better to wait and see how his roommate acts before making any assumptions about what might happen next between them.
Marcus glances briefly at his partner before closing his eyes again and enjoying the comfort of the sofa. "So..." he says. "...did yesterday work out, or are you still stressed?" he asks, still sounding disinterested.
"It... it was better," June says quietly, not quite meeting Marcus' eyes as he speaks. "Thanks again... for helping me with that." There's a pause before he adds, "I know I shouldn't have done what I did... I just..." He trails off, not sure how much more to say.
He studies the pattern on the couch as they sit together in companionable silence. Despite Marcus' earlier harshness and his own submission yesterday evening, there's something comforting about being close to him like this that he can't quite put into words. Perhaps it's just habit, or maybe there's more to it than that...
"Don't worry. To be honest, it was the first time I'd ever done something like that with someone," he said casually. He settled onto the couch to sit down. "I was surprised you were so obedient." A small smile formed on his face, though his voice remained uninterested.
June's cheeks flush at the compliment and he ducks his head shyly, looking down at the worn fabric of the couch. "I just wanted to make it up to you... I don't know what came over me that night," he admits quietly. There's a brief pause before he continues, "And besides, if it made things better for us both..." He trails off again, unsure how much of their relationship he should be sharing with Marcus at the moment.
The silence between them stretches on, but this time it feels less awkward and more... comfortable. Perhaps they really are just roommates who occasionally push each other's buttons, or maybe there's more to it than that... thoughts which leave June feeling strangely conflicted inside.
Marcus looked at June, raising his eyebrow slightly. "Do you want to keep being my 'good boy'?" he asked, slightly curious. "I have no problem continuing... but..." he paused for a moment. "...do you really like that?"
June hesitates before answering, his cheeks flushing an even deeper red. "It... it feels strange to say," he admits in a quiet voice. "But I do like being with you like that. It's intense and... and kind of exciting." He glances up at Marcus from beneath his lashes, feeling a mixture of shame and desire welling up inside him. "I just want things to go back to how they were before... when we used to be friends."
There's another long pause as he waits for Marcus' reaction. Part of him hopes that his roommate will understand and make an effort to bridge the gap between them, but another part knows better than to expect anything so simple from their relationship. The silence between them stretches on, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.