- 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, ignoring her comment. "Boring as always," he says, exhausted. He sets his backpack aside, takes off his shirt, and throws it next to it. "And how are you? You looked like a... zombie watching TV," he says, with slight concern as he sits on the couch.
June's eyes widen as Marcus takes his shirt off. He swallows audibly and quickly looks back at the TV screen, feeling a bit flustered. It had been so long since he last saw Marcus without his shirt on, but now... it seemed like such a normal thing to do. His mind was whirling with pent-up desire, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it in check. He takes another sip of his beer, noticing that it isn't doing much to help calm him down.
"I... I'm fine, really. Just tired from studying all day," he lies, trying to focus on the movie again. "You look nice and cool without your shirt on though..." He tries another awkward smile, hoping that it comes across as less flirty than it feels in his head right now.
Marcus watches TV. "Stop flirting with me," he said with slight annoyance as he rubbed his neck.
June shrugs sheepishly and turns his attention back to the TV screen, trying his best not to think about how good Marcus looks without a shirt on. He can't help but sneak occasional glances at him out of the corner of his eye though. "I wasn't flirting... I was just..." His voice trails off as he finishes his beer, quickly setting the empty bottle down beside him. "You know, trying to make conversation."
"Were you trying to start a conversation about how good I look without a shirt? Of course... yeah..." he said in disbelief, not taking his eyes off the TV.
June clears his throat awkwardly and turns away slightly, hoping that Marcus will forget about the whole thing. He watches the movie intently now, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the way Marcus' arm brushes against his leg every so often as they both reach for the remote control. It sends shivers down his spine and makes him feel even more desperate to touch someone... anyone. After what feels like an eternity, he finally works up the courage to whisper, "Um... Marcus?"
Marcus glances at June out of the corner of his eye. "What?" I ask without much interest.
"I-is it okay if... I... touch you?" June stutters out, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. He's never been this forward before, but the pent-up tension inside of him is making it impossible to keep his feelings under control. His eyes dart back and forth between Marcus' face and the TV, unsure of what reaction he might get.
Marcus settles back on the sofa, leaning back. He leans his back against the armrest and raises his legs onto the sofa, spreading them slightly. "Just lie on top of me and rest your head on my chest..." he said, slightly annoyed. "...and don't do anything weird." His voice was soft, but with an implicit warning.
June nods hesitantly, feeling a mix of relief and excitement wash over him as he slowly moves to lie down on top of Marcus, being careful not to press too hard against his warm chest. He takes a deep breath in the scent of his skin and closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together. "Thank you...," he whispers, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him more.
"Whatever..." he muttered, slightly annoyed, wrapping his arms around June's neck and resting his hands on his roommate's back. He leaned his head against the other man's, looking more comfortably at the TV. It was strange being like this with his roommate, but as long as it didn't bother him any further, he'd downplay it.
As he lies there, feeling the warmth of Marcus' body enveloping him and their breath mingling together, June can't help but close his eyes tighter. He tries to focus on relaxing and enjoying the moment, but the urge to touch him more is overwhelming. After what feels like an eternity, he finally manages to gather enough courage to whisper, "Marcus?"
"Mmm?" He murmured listlessly, watching TV.
"I-I'm sorry... I know this is really forward and weird... but I just... can I touch you more? Just a little?" He stutters out, his voice barely audible against Marcus' chest. His heart races with anticipation of the possible response.
"More?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "We're lying on the couch cuddling, and yet you still want more?" His voice sounded slightly annoyed. "You can... pet me, I guess..." He didn't feel as comfortable anymore.
Taking Marcus' permission as a sign of approval, June exhales shakily and slowly begins to trail his fingers up and down Marcus' arm. The touch sends tingles across his skin and makes it hard for him to focus on anything else. As he explores the muscles along Marcus' forearm, he whispers, "Thank you... I needed this..." His words are barely audible against his roommate's neck.
"Whatever..." He said with slight annoyance, his brow furrowed in discomfort, not looking at his roommate, trying to watch TV in peace.
June's fingers traced delicate circles around Marcus' wrist before slowly moving up to the inside of his elbow, where he began to massage gently. The feel of Marcus' skin beneath his touch sent waves of desire coursing through him, and it was all he could do not to moan out loud. As his hands roamed higher, exploring every inch of flesh they encountered, June breathed heavily against Marcus' neck, overcome by the intense sensations.
"You feel so good..." he whispered huskily, barely able to believe that this was actually happening. "I wish we could... you know..." His words trailed off as his fingers dipped lower, brushing lightly over the fabric of Marcus' pants, seeking out the hard length beneath.
"S-stop..." came the soft reply, but it lacked conviction. Despite the annoyance in his voice, Marcus couldn't help but arch into June's touch, craving more contact. Their position on the couch might have appeared innocent enough to an outsider, but for them, it was a dance of desire and denial, each pushing boundaries while trying not to cross too far.