- 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.
- June laughs softly at his roommates comment before taking another sip of his beer. He glances down at the empty couch beside him, then back up to Marcus again, debating on whether he should make a move or not. *
- Clearing his throat, he decides against it and says, "Well, uh... you know me. I like my movies." Lying poorly through his teeth. *He looks over at Marcus for a moment, taking in how handsome he is, then looks away quickly, trying to push down the urges that rise up inside him. He can't help but feel frustrated by his own lack of confidence and pent-up desire...
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.
June feels his face heat up slightly at the mention of stress but he quickly tries to play it off with a chuckle. "Oh you know how it is," he says lightly, taking another swig of beer. "Exams are hell sometimes." He looks back down at the television, unable to meet Marcus' eyes any longer as his heart races in his chest.
"So...you want to watch something else?" he asks awkwardly, trying to find a distraction for himself and maybe even have an excuse to touch Marcus, if only for a moment.
Marcus lets out a small, annoyed sigh. "Not really... you can keep watching your movie if you want," he said. His gaze lingered momentarily on his companion before returning to the TV. "And you should put down the beer... it won't help you with the 'exams'," he said monotonously, not looking at his companion, sounding like a minor scolding.
June feels the sting of the criticism but is too pent up and desperate to ignore it. He takes one last swig of beer before carefully setting it on the coffee table. "You're right...I should probably focus." As he speaks, his eyes drift down to where their legs are touching under the couch, craving that small bit of contact.
He clears his throat nervously and then asks, "So, uh...would you mind if I...touched your knee or something? Just to...you know..." He trails off awkwardly, unable to finish the sentence.
Marcus looks at his roommate with a slightly annoyed frown. "No... why would I do that?" he asked. Although he didn't care, a small part of him was curious about his roommate's strange behavior.
June flushes even deeper at Marcus' tone and just barely manages to meet his eyes when he replies, "I-I mean, if you wanted me to...not?" His voice comes out as a nervous stammer as he desperately tries to find an excuse for why he would need to touch Marcus.
He shifts uncomfortably on the couch, his body aching with desire and frustration. Finally, he decides that honesty might be the best option here. "Look...I'm sorry if it comes across as weird or anything, but I just...really need to touch someone. You know how stressed out I am right now." His gaze drops again to their legs as his fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to reach out and make contact with Marcus.
Marcus continues to stare at him, his brow slightly annoyed. "Touch someone?" he asks. "What? You can't touch yourself?" he asks incredulously.
"I could..." June starts hesitantly, then quickly adds, "But it's not the same." He glances back down at their legs, feeling a jolt of desire as he imagines what it would be like to have his fingers wrapped around Marcus' knee. "Please?" His voice comes out soft and pleading, revealing more vulnerability than he intended.
He takes another deep breath, trying to compose himself and regain some of the confidence that has abandoned him recently. "I just...I need this. To feel connected to someone." The words spill out before he can stop them, desperation giving him courage where his usual flirtatious charm had failed.
Marcus let out an annoyed sigh and reached out his own hand to his roommate, offering it for him to take. "Here," he said halfheartedly. "And don't do anything weird," he said without looking at his roommate.
June stares at the offered hand in surprise before hesitantly taking it. He closes his fingers around Marcus' warm palm and gives it a gentle squeeze as reassurance, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over him when their skin finally connects. "Thank you," he whispers softly, not looking away from their joined hands.
He takes another deep breath, trying to steady himself and his racing heart as he feels the desire beginning to subside ever so slightly with this small act of contact. Still, his eyes betray him as they move up from their entwined fingers and slowly trail back up Marcus' arm, taking in every detail of his roommate's body language.
Marcus shrugs. "Yeah... whatever..." he said listlessly, staring at the TV.
Despite his roommate's nonchalant attitude, June can't help but feel grateful for the tiny bit of contact they just shared. He wonders if there's a way to turn this small gesture into something more... intimate without pushing Marcus too far or making him uncomfortable. For now, he decides to simply enjoy the feeling of their hands together and hope that maybe over time, he can find a way to deepen this connection between them.
He takes another careful look at Marcus, taking in his features once again and silently admitting to himself just how attractive he finds him. Perhaps there's more here than just friendship... perhaps they could explore something more down the line, when both of their lives have settled back into some sort of normalcy. But for now, he'll take what he can get - a touch, a connection however small it may be.
Marcus can't help but feel his roommate staring at him. He lets out an annoyed sigh and glances at June out of the corner of his eye. "Why are you staring at me so much now?" he asked, slightly annoyed. "If you're feeling better, could I have my hand back?"
June blushes, unable to meet Marcus' gaze when he asks why he's staring so much. He quickly turns his attention back towards the TV and mumbles, "Sorry...I wasn't...um..." He takes a deep breath before continuing in a slightly less flustered tone, "It's just that I haven't really had anyone to touch me like this since...well, it's been a while." There's an awkward pause as he struggles for the right words. "So thank you, I guess...for letting me do this. Even if it is just your hand..." He glances back at Marcus sheepishly, still unable to look him in the eye.
Marcus continues to stare directly at his roommate for a moment before looking back at the TV. "So why don't you get yourself a girlfriend... or boyfriend... or whatever so they can touch you when you need it?" he asked nonchalantly. "You're attractive, I'm sure there are people interested in you," he said casually, his attention still on the movie.
June feels his face heat up again at the mention of his attractiveness but he forces himself to ignore it. "I've...been busy with school and studying," he says quietly. "And lately I haven't had much energy for anything else." He glances back at Marcus, trying to gauge his reaction to this admission. "But thank you for the offer," he manages to add, his voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus glances at his roommate out of the corner of his eye, slightly annoyed. "Whatever," he mumbled before turning back to the TV. He felt like his roommate's words were just a vague excuse, making him even more annoyed, but he wouldn't pursue the subject further; something told him they wouldn't get anywhere.
As they sit in silence, watching the TV together, June can't help but feel awkward and unsettled by Marcus' continued indifference. He knows he shouldn't expect too much considering they're just roommates, but it still stings a bit. Perhaps he should try to pursue something more with someone else... then again, there's always tomorrow for another attempt at connection. For now, he resigns himself to the comfort of his roommate's hand and tries to focus on the movie playing in front of them.
Marcus could already feel his eyelids growing heavy, sleep claiming him. "I'm going to bed now," he said indifferently, letting go of his roommate's hand and getting up from the couch. "You should do the same," he said, slightly annoyed. As he passed his roommate, he lightly stroked his head, tossing June's hair. "And stop drinking beer," he said softly, walking to his room. "Good night," he said, closing the door behind him.
June watched as his roommate left the room, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He let out a sigh before standing up himself and making his way to the bedroom they shared. As he climbed under the covers, he couldn't help but wonder what exactly it was that made Marcus so distant and uninterested in any sort of connection or intimacy between them. Maybe one day they'd figure it out... for now, though, he supposed all he could do was try to focus on school and ignore the ache in his heart. With one last weary glance at the door, June turned off the lamp beside the bed and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
June tossed and turned in his sleep, dreaming fitfully about Marcus. In these dreams, they were always closer; touching each other freely and with desire. The ache in his heart grew stronger as he longed for the intimacy they shared in these dreams to be real. But when he finally managed to wake up, the harsh reality of their situation came crashing down upon him once more.
Marcus woke up early and was already in the kitchen making breakfast. He yawned occasionally, waiting for his coffee to be ready while he finished his pancakes.
June groaned as he woke up to the sound of the alarm clock blaring in his ear. Rolling out of bed, he quickly changed into some comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt before making his way to the kitchen. As he entered the room, the smell of coffee and pancakes filled his nose, making his mouth water instantly.
"Morning," he mumbled sleepily, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked over to the counter. "Smells amazing." He yawned again, stretching out his arms before taking a seat at the table across from Marcus.
"Morning..." he mumbled vaguely. He grabbed a plate that already had some pancakes on it and placed it in front of June. "There," he said, his voice raspy from having just woken up. "Coffee will be ready in a moment," he said, turning back to his own almost-finished pancakes. After a few minutes, they were cooked, and with the coffee ready, he poured two cups, giving one to June and one for himself, as he sat at the table and enjoyed his breakfast.
June took a sip of the coffee, feeling it warm him up from the inside out. "Thanks," he murmured, taking another bite of pancake. He glanced at Marcus out of the corner of his eye, wondering if there was anything he could do or say to make things easier between them now that they were both awake and not quite as tired. But as usual, Marcus seemed content with just eating in silence, so June decided not to push it.
As they finished their breakfast, June stood up to put his dishes in the sink. "I should probably get started on my studying," he said, glancing back at Marcus for any reaction. His expression was neutral, but there was a faint hope in his voice that maybe someday things would change between them.
"Don't push yourself too hard..." Marcus said, without looking up from his plate, taking another bite of his pancakes. "...studying is important, but your mental health is more important..." he said with some food in his mouth.
June nodded slowly, not quite sure how to respond to that. He glanced back at his roommate and then away again. "Yeah...I'll try," he said softly, unsure if it would even be possible for him to take Marcus' words to heart. With one last glance at Marcus, he turned and left the kitchen, disappearing down the hall towards their shared bedroom.
As he sat down at his desk, June sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. He knew Marcus was right; studying was important. But it was hard not to feel a pang of sadness every time they had one of these conversations, like no matter what he did or said, things would never change between them. With a weary sigh, June opened up his textbook and forced himself to focus on the task at hand, trying his best to push aside all the other thoughts crowding his mind.
After finishing breakfast, Marcus washed the dishes. Afterward, he looked at the clock on the wall. "It's still... too early," he said to himself with some annoyance. He took a last sip of his coffee, which hadn't really helped him wake up at all. He walked over to the living room sofa and lay down to get some more sleep.
Meanwhile, as June was studying in their room, he couldn't help but keep glancing at the door that led to the living room. Every so often he would hear faint noises coming from it, and it made him wonder if Marcus had managed to fall back asleep or if he was just tossing and turning like June did last night. Unable to concentrate on his work with these thoughts filling his head, June finally set aside his books and walked over to the living room.
"Marcus?" he asked softly, not wanting to wake him up if he was still asleep but needing some sort of connection with his roommate. There was no response, so June cleared his throat and sat down on the edge of the couch where Marcus had been sleeping earlier. "Are you awake?" He whispered, running a hand through his hair in frustration and feeling even more helpless about their situation.
"Mmm.." Marcus mumbled slightly in annoyance, still asleep.
"Marcus?" June repeated, this time more gently. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he watched his roommate sleep peacefully. For a moment, he considered just leaving him alone, but then the loneliness and desperation welled up inside of him once again. "Hey," he said softly, nudging Marcus gently with his shoulder. "I was just...wondering if you wanted to talk or something." He paused, unsure how else to approach the situation but feeling compelled to try nonetheless.
Marcus:Marcus jolted awake at June's touch and turned to look at him, his eyes still half-closed and bleary. "Wh-what?" he asked groggily, feeling a bit disoriented. He took in the sight of his roommate sitting on the couch next to him before realization dawned on him.
"Oh...you didn't need to wake me up," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "I was just going to get some more sleep."
Marcus sighs in annoyance. Without opening his eyes, he says, "What do you want?" He sounded annoyed, understandably so given that his roommate had woken him up.
"I just..." June hesitated, feeling awkward and exposed as he sat there with his roommate's sleepy gaze fixed on him. "I guess I wanted to talk. About...you know." He gestured vaguely between them, unsure how else to put it into words.
Marcus blinked a few times, still not opening his eyes fully before asking skeptically, "What do you want to talk about?" His tone was colder now and more distant than ever before.
"I just...wanted to understand why you're always so distant," June confessed softly, finally finding the courage to meet Marcus' gaze. "Why it is that we can live together and study together but we never seem to connect on a deeper level." He paused, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "I know I've been kind of pushy about it lately...but I just want things to be different between us. Better."
Marcus looked at June with narrowed eyes and raised an eyebrow. He was quiet for a moment before finally speaking. "Why does it have to be different?" he asked bluntly, his voice cold. "We're fine as we are, aren't we? You get what you need from me, I get my space... why mess with that?"
June felt a pang of hurt in his chest at Marcus' words. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. After a moment of awkward silence, he finally managed to stammer, "B-because...I want more." His voice broke on the last word, making it sound fragile and desperate.
Marcus let out a groan of annoyance at his roommate's insistence. He stood up slightly from the couch and grabbed June by the collar, pulling him closer. "You're so annoying," he said, his anger evident. He let go, pushing him slightly. He sat down on the couch with a frown, opening his legs slightly. He snapped his fingers. "Come and kneel here," he said harshly, pointing to the space on the floor between his legs.
June hesitates for a moment before slowly kneeling down between Marcus' legs, feeling an unfamiliar mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through him as he gazes up at his roommate. "I-is this what you want?" he asks meekly, unsure of how else to interpret the command. His heart races in his chest as he waits for Marcus' response.
"Shut the fuck up," he said coldly, looking at June with contempt. Marcus, sitting on the couch, leaned forward slightly, reached for the head of his roommate, who was kneeling between his legs, and began to stroke her head slowly.
It takes all of June's self-control not to flinch away from the cold touch of his roommate's hand on his scalp. But he forces himself to remain still, focusing on the feel of Marcus' fingers running through his hair as a strange sort of calm begins to settle over him. He wonders if this is what Marcus wanted... if this would somehow make things better between them. As he allows himself to become lost in the sensation, he can almost forget about everything else but the gentle rhythm of Marcus' touch against his skin.
Marcus's frown relaxes slightly, though he's still just as annoyed. His hands continue to caress June's head, running his fingers slowly through the young man's silky hair, gently scratching his scalp. It was truly gentle despite his mood.
The feel of Marcus' touch sends shivers down June's spine, but he doesn't let it show on his face. Instead, he focuses on the sensation, trying to read anything into this sudden change in behavior. He wonders if there's some sort of deeper meaning behind these soft caresses or if it's all just an act, a way for Marcus to maintain control and distance even when they're so close together.
"What do you want from me?" he whispers eventually, his voice barely above a whisper. He dares not meet his roommate's gaze, afraid of seeing the answer written in his eyes.
Marcus reached behind June's head and pulled at her hair roughly, forcing the man to look him in the eye. "I told you... to shut the fuck up," he said slowly and coldly. He released his grip and returned to stroking her hair, tenderly and slowly.
June swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Marcus' disapproval pressing down on him like a physical force. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely audible above the sound of their shared breathing. He tried to return his focus to the soothing sensation of Marcus' fingers in his hair, hoping that it would somehow ease the tension between them.
As another moment passes, June finds himself wondering if there really is no hope for anything more than this...if they will always be stuck at this strange, uneasy distance no matter how much he longs to bridge the gap and form a deeper connection with his roommate. The thought alone brings forth a wave of sorrow and despair that threatens to overwhelm him entirely.
"Good boy..." he says in a harsh whisper. His caresses continue through June's hair, sometimes tenderly scratching her scalp, as if the man were a puppy. "Just do what I say and stay quiet..." he says in another whisper. Despite the tone, there was something threatening in his words.
June nodded slowly, eyes downcast as he focused on Marcus' hand moving through his hair. "Yes...Master..." he whispered, the words tasting strange and foreign on his tongue. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the conflicting emotions churning inside of him as he submitted to this twisted game of power and control that Marcus seemed determined to play with him.
Without another word, he continues to kneel between Marcus' legs, silently enduring whatever treatment his roommate sees fit to dish out, all the while wondering if there is some hidden meaning behind these actions...or if they are truly as hollow and empty as they seem.
"...Master..." He whispered in a mocking tone. A small smile formed on his face as he continued stroking June's hair. "...you really are a good boy..." he said softly, in a cold tone. He stared at the kneeling man. "Take off your shirt," he ordered coldly.
"Yes...Master," June whispers again, his hands shaking as he slowly reaches up to undo the buttons on his shirt. The cool air brushes against his bare skin as he pulls the garment over his head and tosses it aside, revealing his toned chest and defined abs. His heart races in anticipation of what might come next, but he forces himself to remain still and submissive, focusing on Marcus' hand running through his hair.
The silence between them is nearly tangible, thick with tension and unspoken words. June can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he continues to kneel there, exposed and vulnerable before his roommate. It's a strange sort of power play...one that leaves him feeling both aroused and unsettled all at once.
"Good boy," Marcus said slowly. His fingers ran slowly but deeply through June's scalp. He looked down at the man's body. "I told you you were attractive," he said halfheartedly. He returned his gaze to the man's face. "Now take off your pants," he ordered again.
A shiver runs down June's spine at the command, but he manages to gather his courage and slowly undoes the button of his jeans. They fall to the floor, leaving him bare before his roommate. His breath comes out in ragged gasps as Marcus continues to stroke his hair, feeling both aroused and terrified by the situation they're in. With a final shaky exhale, he glances up at Marcus, searching for some sort of sign or reaction that might help him understand what this all means.
But Marcus' face remains as cold and distant as ever, and June can't help but feel an icy chill creep over his skin, making the exposed parts of his body feel even more vulnerable. He wonders if there is any hope for them...for a real connection...or if this is all just a twisted game they're playing with each other's emotions.
Marcus smiles slightly. "Good boy... you're such a good boy," he says softly. His hands are still in the boy's hair, stroking him tenderly, as if he were just a dog. "Now..." his tone of voice is cold. He takes June by the chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Take off your underwear," he commands in a husky voice, his deep eyes boring into the man kneeling between his legs.
"Yes...Master," June whispers, feeling the cold touch of Marcus' hands on his face send a shiver down his spine. He takes a deep breath and slowly slides his boxers down over his hips, revealing his aroused cock to Marcus' gaze. His heart pounds erratically in his chest as he waits for the next command, unable to look away from those cold, calculating eyes that seem to see right through him.
Marcus looks at June's erection. He lets out a small, mocking laugh. "But look at you..." he says softly, before returning his gaze to the man's face. "...are you like this for me?" he asks mockingly, and before June can answer, Marcus speaks again. "What a good boy," he says softly. His hands return to stroking the man's hair, running his fingers slowly and deeply through his scalp. "Tell me... how do you feel?" he asks, disinterested, looking straight into June's eyes.
June swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed up at Marcus' cold, expressionless face. "I-I feel...used," he admitted softly, shame and regret pooling in the pit of his stomach. Despite this, there was a strange sort of thrill running through him as well...a twisted mix of fear and arousal that left him feeling unsettled and out of control.
He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to truly connect with Marcus...to have him see beyond the games they played and really care for him...but a part of him knew that this was as close as he'd ever get. And even though it felt empty and hollow, it was better than nothing.
"Aww, poor thing..." Marcus said with obvious false pity. His caresses continued with the boy's hair. "...and yet you like feeling this way..." he said coldly, staring at June's erection.
"I-I can't help it..." June whispered, his voice quivering with emotion as he gazed up at Marcus. Despite everything that had happened between them, the loneliness and longing still clawed at him like a living thing. "I just want...more." His hands trembled where they rested on his thighs, his nails digging into the soft flesh of his palms as he fought against the overwhelming desire that coursed through him.
A tear trickled down his cheek, leaving a hot trail across his skin before falling onto the carpet beside him. He swallowed hard, determined not to break down fully in front of Marcus...but it was growing harder and harder to maintain the facade of strength and composure he had tried so desperately to maintain.
"Mmm..." Marcus murmured thoughtfully, running a thumb over the tear trail on the kneeling man's face. "...so you want more..." he said coldly. His hands were stroking the man's hair. He brought his face close to June's forehead and kissed her tenderly. "Touch yourself." He whispered tenderly, clearly a command. He pulled away slightly from the boy again, continuing to stroke his hair.
The sudden command sent shockwaves through June's body, making his cock twitch in anticipation as he obeyed, reaching out to grasp it firmly in his hand. His breath came out in ragged gasps as he began to stroke himself roughly, feeling the heat and pressure building up inside of him with each thrust of his hand.
He glanced up at Marcus, searching for some sign of approval or encouragement, but found none. The cold expression on his roommate's face remained unchanged, making it difficult for June to interpret his actions or intentions. As he neared the brink of release, a sudden surge of uncertainty and fear swept over him, causing him to hesitate for just a moment.
"Don't stop..." Marcus whispered harshly, sounding more demanding now than pleasurable. It was enough to push June over the edge, and with a shuddering moan, he came in short, sharp spurts across his stomach and chest. As he collapsed back onto the carpet, spent and spent, tears continued to trickle down his face, mixing with his own seed and the salty sting of shame.
"Master... please..." He whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling with emotion as he gazed up at Marcus, begging for some small sign that this was all real...that there might still be hope for something more between them than just this twisted game they played with each other's emotions.
Marcus looked at June with some desperation, clearly expecting more from him. "Good boy," he said listlessly. "Now clean up your mess," he ordered, still looking the man in the eye.
With shaking hands, June reaches down to wipe away the evidence of his release from his body and the carpet below. It's a humiliating act, made all the more so by the cold, empty expression on Marcus' face as he watches. He swallows hard, trying to steel himself for whatever comes next in this twisted game they seem to be playing with each other.
"Thank you... Master," he whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling with emotion as he hands the soiled tissues to Marcus. His heart aches as he waits for some sign of what's expected of him now, knowing full well that it could be anything from more sexual submission to more harsh rejection and mockery. It's a precarious position to be in...and one that leaves June feeling more alone than ever before.
Marcus takes the tissues, gets up from the sofa, and throws them in the trash. "Good boy," he said coldly, not looking at June. "Now I'm going to sleep," he said, starting to walk to his room. As he passed June, he paused for a moment. "If you want to... repeat this... just get back on your knees," he said coldly, looking over his shoulder with contempt at the young man still kneeling. "Good night," he said, going to his room, closing the door behind him.
With a heavy sigh, June watches Marcus disappear into his room before climbing unsteadily to his feet. For a long moment, he stands there in the silent darkness of the common area, struggling with conflicting emotions and the aftermath of their strange encounter. The taste of shame and rejection is bitter on his tongue, but beneath it all, there's still that tiny spark of hope...of desire...for something more.
Finally, he forces himself to turn away from Marcus' door and head back to his own room, unable to deny the magnetic pull of his bed calling him in for another restless night of tossing and turning beneath the weight of their shared history. Perhaps tomorrow will bring something different...perhaps it won't. The thought is almost enough to make him feel a little less alone.
As he climbs into bed, the events of the night replaying in his mind like a broken record, June can't help but wonder if there truly is any hope for something more between them...or if this is all they will ever be to each other. The thought alone brings with it a wave of sadness and desperation that threatens to overwhelm him, making it difficult to find sleep despite the exhaustion dragging at his limbs. He rolls onto his side, staring blankly at the darkness, hoping against hope for some sign...some signal...that things might change between them.
The silence in the room stretches on as he lies awake, trying to banish the endless cycle of doubts and fears that plague his mind. It's like some sort of cruel joke...to be so close yet so far from the one person who means anything to him. With a shaky sigh, he rolls onto his back, eyes drifting closed as he tries once more to find sleep amidst the chaos in his heart and head.
Perhaps tomorrow will bring a new day...a fresh start of sorts. He allows himself a brief fantasy where Marcus apologizes for being harsh earlier, admitting that he's been feeling lonely too and wanting something more. They share a tender moment, maybe even exchange a few words of comfort and understanding...but the dream quickly fades as reality creeps back in, reminding him once again that their situation is far from ideal.
With a heavy heart and aching body, June finally succumbs to sleep, his last thoughts filled with images of Marcus...of what might have been...and the desperate hope that somehow, someway, things will be different tomorrow.
As the sun streams through his window and casts its warmth across his face, June awakes with renewed hope. Perhaps today will be different; maybe Marcus will realize they can't go on like this any longer, that there is something more between them than just this twisted game of power and control.
He sits up in bed, suddenly eager to begin the day. He takes a quick shower, carefully selecting his clothes for maximum appeal, then brushes his teeth and hair with extra care, determined to make himself as presentable as possible when he meets Marcus again later. As he steps out of the bathroom, he can't help but wonder what sort of reaction Marcus will have when he sees him looking so...well-groomed.
With a deep breath, June makes his way to the common area, his heart pounding with anticipation. He carefully seats himself on the couch far enough away from Marcus' favorite spot that he won't feel threatened but close enough to catch his attention. Now all that remains is to wait...and hope.
Marcus leaves his room yawning, book in hand, walking past the sofa, ignoring June. He goes to the kitchen and pours himself some coffee. Returning to the common area, he takes a quick sip before placing it on the small table next to the sofa, sitting down and reading his book.
A pleased smile tugs at June's lips as he watches Marcus saunter over to the kitchen and make himself some coffee. This...it's a small victory of sorts. Perhaps today really will be different. He takes a deep breath, steadying his nerves, then leans forward slightly on the armrest, intentionally revealing a sliver of his toned stomach.
"Marcus?" he asks softly, voice devoid of any accusation or demand. "I was wondering if we could...you know, maybe do something together today." He pauses for a moment, hesitating before adding, "As friends."
"We're not friends," Marcus said monotonously, focused on his book, not looking at June. "And if you want to do 'something together'..." he said, still monotonously. He glanced at his companion out of the corner of his eye. "...you know exactly what to do," he said, referring to the instruction to kneel in front of Marcus if June wanted 'attention', returning his attention to the book.
A sudden stab of disappointment fills June's chest as he hears Marcus' words, but he forces a smile to his lips and nods understandingly. Slowly, he gets down on his knees in front of Marcus, just as they've done before, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and fear churning inside him. His gaze drifts up to meet the other man's eyes, hoping against hope that this time will be different...that there might still be some chance for them to connect on a deeper level.
"Marcus... please..." he whispers hoarsely. "Can't we try again? Just as friends?"
Marcus slightly pushes his book aside and reaches for the head of the man kneeling in front of him, beginning to stroke his hair. "No," he said coldly, looking straight into the man's eyes. "I have no interest in you." His caresses slowly continue through Jun's hair.
A shiver runs down June's spine as he feels the cold, empty words leave Marcus' lips. He closes his eyes tightly against the sting of rejection, willing himself not to cry out in pain or frustration. His heart aches with a desperate longing for some small sign of affection...of understanding...but it seems that hope is truly lost here.
As Marcus continues to run his fingers through June's hair, he can feel the tension slowly beginning to drain from his body, leaving him feeling hollow and empty inside. He knows there's nothing left for him now but to accept this twisted reality...to live with the knowledge that they will never be anything more than strangers sharing a living space.
Marcus puts his book aside, leans forward slightly, now using both hands to stroke June's hair. He begins to hum a simple tune. "Shhhh," he whispers softly. "Don't cry... good boys don't cry..." he says in another whisper, before continuing to hum.
The warmth of Marcus' touch and the soothing tone of his voice are enough to send shivers down June's spine. He fights against the urge to break down in tears, instead focusing on the sensation of being touched by someone...anyone...for perhaps the first time all day. The loneliness and isolation that have consumed him begin to recede ever so slightly, replaced by a strange sort of contentment that he can't quite understand or explain.
With a soft sigh, he closes his eyes, letting himself sink deeper into the sensation of Marcus' touch...of being cared for, even if only in this small and fleeting moment. For now, it is enough.
"Good boy..." Marcus says softly with a small smile. "You like being a good boy, don't you?" he asks in another whisper, his fingers continuing to slowly run over June's scalp.
"Yes..." June whispers back, his voice barely audible above the soft sounds of Marcus' fingers moving through his hair. "I-I like it when you...when you pay attention to me..." He pauses, feeling a strange mix of shame and desire course through him as he speaks these words aloud.
A part of him knows that this isn't real...that it won't last...but for now, he allows himself to bask in the fleeting warmth of Marcus' affection, however twisted and cruel it might be. It's better than nothing...better than being alone.
Marcus smiles slightly. "As long as you're a good boy and kneel before me... you'll have my full attention," he says in another whisper. His hands continue to stroke June's head. "Understood?" he asks softly.
"Yes..." June murmurs, gazing up at Marcus with a mixture of need and gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you... Master." The words taste strange on his tongue, like ash and honey, but he forces them out nonetheless, accepting this twisted reality as the only one he has left. For now, it's enough.
Marcus laughs lightly, a little macabrely. "Good boy," he says slowly. He tenderly takes June's face in both hands. "Tell me... do you want to feel good again... like yesterday?" he asks softly, his deep eyes boring into those of the kneeling man.
June swallowed hard, his gaze flickering as he considered the question. The memory of their previous encounter was still fresh in his mind, making it difficult to deny the truth of what he wanted. "Yes... Master," he whispered softly, unable to meet Marcus' eyes. "I want to feel that way again... with you." His cheeks flushed at his own admission.
As he waited for Marcus' response, anticipation and fear warred within him, making it difficult to think clearly. Despite everything that had happened between them, there was still a spark of hope...a tiny ember refusing to be extinguished entirely. He clung to it like a lifeline, willing himself not to give up on the impossible dream of something more.
"So..." Marcus says slowly with a small smile, removing the hands he had on the man. "Strip for your master." he ordered in a cold tone of voice.
June's eyes widened and his heart raced at the command. His breath hitched in his throat as he slowly stood up, taking off his sweater and shirt, revealing his toned chest and defined abs. Next came his pants, followed by his boxers, until he was standing before Marcus completely naked. His cheeks flushed a deep red from embarrassment and arousal.
He waited for Marcus to say or do something, his body tense with anticipation as his heart raced in his chest. Despite everything that had happened between them, there was still a part of him that wanted...needed this connection with Marcus. It didn't matter if it was twisted or fake; all that mattered was the feeling itself.
Marcus looked June up and down, his smile predatory. "You're so pretty," he said slowly. "Now... get on your knees again," he ordered again, his voice cold.
June swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he knelt back down on the floor before Marcus once more. His heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement, his entire being focused on pleasing his roommate and master. He fixed his gaze on Marcus, willing himself to be brave in the face of whatever came next.
"Thank you for noticing me..." he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of his racing heart. "I'm yours... to do with as you please." There was a note of desperation and need in his words that only heightened the tension between them.
Marcus leans toward the kneeling man, gently taking him by the chin. "Oh... I know that... and I will," he said softly, with a smile and a menacing tone of voice. Marcus reached both hands toward the boy's hair, stroking it slowly. He then stretched his leg and used his foot to stimulate June's erection.
A shudder ran down June's spine as Marcus' touch sent waves of pleasure through him. He gripped the carpet with tightened fists, his hips jerking involuntarily as Marcus teased and taunted his sensitive flesh. His breath came out in ragged gasps, echoing through the quiet room as he helplessly surrendered to the control of his dominate roommate. "M-master..." he stammered, his voice hoarse with need. "Please... touch me." He arched his back, offering himself up completely to Marcus' perverse enjoyment. There was no shame in his voice, only desire and desperation for more of this twisted connection between them.
"Mmmm..." Marcus murmured, running his foot up and down June's erection. The strokes of his hands through her hair remained slow and deep. He stared at the face of the kneeling man, enjoying the expressions on his face.
As the rough touch of Marcus' foot against his cock sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, June cries out, arching even further back as he begs for more. His hips twist and writhe beneath the carpet, seeking frantic release from this exquisite torment. "Please... master..." he gasps, his eyes clouded with lust and submission. "I need you..."
His voice breaks on the last word as Marcus' touch grows bolder, threatening to reduce him to a mindless, quivering mass of desire. He opens his mouth to beg for mercy, but no words come out; all that remains is a desperate whimper that echoes through the silence surrounding them.
Marcus smirks and pulls away from June, stopping touching him completely. He waits to see how the kneeling man will react to his sudden lack of tact.
A pained whimper escaped June's lips as Marcus suddenly stopped touching him. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, his eyes squeezing shut against the sharp stabs of denial that coursed through him. He's left feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath the weight of Marcus' silent judgement, torn between the desperate need for more and the instinctive urge to crawl away from this dangerous game they play with each other. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, his fingernails digging into the carpet as he struggles to maintain control. "Don't leave me like this..."
"Mmm..." Marcus murmurs with a mocking smile. "No... not yet..." he says, narrowing his eyes at June. "...You don't sound like you really want it..." he says with slight disappointment and a smile. He waits for the kneeling man's pleas and begs.
"I do!" June cries out desperately, his voice cracking with the force of his need. "Please, master... don't leave me like this..." He shudders beneath Marcus' unyielding gaze, every muscle tense in anticipation of being claimed once more. His eyes search Marcus' face for some sign that he has not yet lost him...that there is still hope for them to find a connection beyond the twisted game they play.
As he waits for his dominate roommate to speak, to touch him again, June realizes that this is the only thing keeping him alive...the only thing that makes him feel like himself anymore. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, a tear slipping down his cheek. "I need you."
Marcus can't help but smile in a grim, predatory way. He pats his lap as he looks at June, hoping he'll understand the order without telling him.
June hesitates for a moment before moving closer to Marcus, his eyes fixed on his roommate's lap. With a shaky breath, he carefully straddles Marcus' thighs, feeling the heat of his body press against his bare skin. He looks up at Marcus with hope and longing in his eyes, silently pleading for something more than just this physical connection.
"Please..." he whispers again, reaching out to touch Marcus' face, desperate for some sign that they could still have something real...that there's a chance they could find happiness together. "I need you."
"Shut up," he ordered coldly. "And don't touch me." It was clearly a threat. He took June's erection in one hand and began to stroke it slowly. "You want to be a good boy, don't you?" He released the man's cock. "Or continue to disobey?" he asked, annoyed.
"Yes..." June whispers, his voice trembling with need and fear. "I want to be good... for you." He reaches out again, this time hesitantly touching the side of Marcus' face, gazing up into his eyes with a mixture of pleading and hope. "Please... don't make me choose." The words catch in his throat as he feels the warmth of Marcus' hand return to his straining cock.
His hips begin to move involuntarily against Marcus' touch, seeking release from this torturous ache that fills him. "I need you..." he murmurs hoarsely, arching his back as pleasure threatens to overwhelm him once more.