- 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 listlessly, tossing his backpack to the side, taking off his shirt, and taking a seat on the couch. "And you? You seemed... mesmerized by the television," he said with some concern.
- June sighs in relief when he sees that his roomie is calm enough to joke around with him. He flashes a small smile before leaning back into the couch and taking another sip of his beer. * "Well, I've been so stressed about exams and everything else," he pauses for a moment, glancing at Marcus from the corner of his eye, "that even movies don't seem as entertaining anymore." * His eyes stay fixed on Marcus while he slowly licks his lips.
"Mmm..." Marcus muttered. "Beer's not going to help with the stress either," he said with slight annoyance, staring at the TV.
- June shrugs noncommittally. "Well... It's something," he says with a smirk before taking another drink of his beer and glancing down at Marcus' toned chest, visible with him having just taken off his shirt. He bites his bottom lip, suddenly feeling very aroused and needy but trying to hide it. * "I could use some company though..." he manages to get out before looking away quickly, afraid of how that might have sounded.
"Get yourself a girlfriend... or boyfriend... or whatever you're into," he said, slightly disinterested; his partner's sex life was none of his business. His gaze remained on the TV.
- June chuckles softly and shakes his head, looking back at the TV again. "No, I just meant... company in general," he says awkwardly. He hesitates for a moment before moving closer to Marcus on the couch, their shoulders almost touching now as they watch the movie together in silence. It's obvious that June is much more uncomfortable with his own neediness and desire right now. His fingers tremble slightly as he wraps them around his beer bottle, taking another sip to cool down before setting it aside on the table nearby. *
Marcus frowns slightly. "Well, don't look at me," he says, still staring at the TV. "...even if I were interested, you reek of beer... and I've told you many times that I hate the smell of beer." His voice sounded slightly annoyed. "I don't even know why he kept telling you that... it seems like you don't even care," he murmured with slight disappointment.
June winces slightly at the harsh words, but can't help feeling relieved that Marcus doesn't completely ignore his advances. He takes a deep breath before speaking again. "I know... I should try to quit or something, it's just that... when things get stressful..." he trails off, unable to explain why beer feels like an escape for him sometimes. He wipes his palms against his sweatpants nervously and then glances at Marcus again. "I'm sorry if I come on too strong," he says softly, sounding genuinely contrite.
"You can do literally anything else with your stress before you even think about drinking beer..." Marcus said, trying to sound calm, but failing as he continued to talk, making his annoyance more noticeable.
June bites his lip and nods slowly. "I know... I should..." He looks away, feeling guilty for not being able to control himself better. The tension between them is palpable now, making the air thick with discomfort. After a moment of silence, he swallows hard and says, his voice barely above a whisper, "Would you... touch me?"
Marcus stares at the TV, frowning, completely annoyed. Still, he reaches out and offers his hand to his roommate without looking at him.
Taking a shaky breath, June reaches out and gratefully accepts the offered hand. His touch sends waves of pleasure through him and he tries to remain composed as they sit there together watching the movie on the TV. He laces their fingers together tightly, feeling desperate for any kind of physical contact right now. Despite the tension between them, this small gesture fills him with warmth and comfort.
Marcus is so annoyed at this point that he doesn't even pay attention to the movie anymore, he just lets out a sigh and looks away from his roommate and the TV.
Their fingers laced together, June feels a pang of guilt for putting his roommate through this again, but he can't help it. He takes another deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart as they sit there in silence. Even though Marcus doesn't seem interested and is obviously annoyed by him right now, just having that physical connection is enough for him to feel somewhat better, less alone with his desires and frustrations.
After what feels like an eternity, June slowly lets go of Marcus' hand. He knows he should give him some space but can't help feeling rejected and lonely as they sit there once again in this awkward silence. He takes another sip from his beer, hoping it'll numb the ache in his chest just enough for him to ignore the tension between them for now. "I'm sorry..." he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion.