- 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.
Marcus' reaction was not what he had hoped for, but at least he was allowing him some contact. June continues to stroke his arm gently, unable to resist the urge to feel his skin against his fingertips. It's almost agonizing to be so close yet so far away from what he truly desires. He bites his bottom lip in frustration, forcing himself to ignore Marcus' annoyed expression and focus on the slight movements of his hand on his arm.
As time passes and Marcus continues to ignore him, June can't help but feel more desperate for attention and affection. His hand trails further up his arm, his fingertips brushing against the hair at the nape of Marcus' neck before moving lower, tracing along the collarbone. He tries to keep it light and gentle, hoping that maybe if he plays it right...
"Marcus?" he whispers again, voice filled with need and wanting. "Can I touch you more?"
"What else do you want to touch?" Marcus asked angrily, looking at his roommate. He was already feeling uncomfortable enough, and June was only asking for more and more; it was becoming a nuisance.
"I-I don't know... I just..." he stammers, his face flushing bright red with shame and arousal. "I want to touch you more intimately." He swallows thickly, trying to find the courage to finish his sentence. "I want to see if it feels as good for you as it does for me." The words tumble out of his mouth in a rush, revealing his most secret desires and revealing just how much he needs this contact with Marcus.
"Intimately..." He muttered angrily, slightly pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his flaccid cock. "There you go," he said, annoyed. "You can only touch that, AND ONLY THAT, and don't ask for more."
Eyes widening in shock and desire, June takes a sharp breath as he sees Marcus' cock for the first time tonight. His fingers itch to touch it, to feel its heat against his skin and see how hard it can become just from him touching it. Carefully, hesitantly, he reaches out with shaking hands and cups the base of Marcus' cock, feeling the softness of it in his palm.
"I-I won't ask for anything else," he whispers hoarsely, looking up at him through lowered lashes. "I just want to make you feel good..." His fingers begin to slowly stroke up and down over Marcus' length, watching with fascination as his cock begins to harden in response to the touch.
"Just shut up... and stop making this weirder than it already is..." he said, slightly annoyed, looking away from his roommate. He hated to admit it, but obviously having his cock stroked felt good. Even so, it was still awkward; he just wanted this to be over with.
With each stroke of his hand, June grows bolder and more desperate for Marcus' pleasure. He can feel the heat emanating from his cock, as if it were a living thing that thrives on his touch. He sits up slightly, straddling Marcus' legs to get a better angle to stroke him, his eyes fixed on Marcus' face as he watches his expression closely.
"Do you like this?" he whispers, licking his lips before continuing, "Is it feeling good for you? I want to know how to make you feel the best..." He pumps his hand faster, seeing the pleasure growing in Marcus' features and pushing him further towards the edge of his desire.
"Yes... that's... fine..." he muttered, annoyed, with difficulty. "Just... shut up and keep touching..." The situation was completely uncomfortable for Marcus, but obviously receiving pleasure on his cock felt good. He felt closer and closer to finishing; this situation would be over soon. He wasn't moaning, but his breathing was labored.
A low moan escapes from his throat as Marcus' cock hardens further under his touch. He watches with growing excitement and anticipation as pre-cum begins to seep from the tip, thick and sticky on his fingertips. Unable to resist any longer, he leans forward, cupping Marcus' balls in his other hand as he takes his cock into his mouth, sucking gently at first before moving deeper, feeling the smooth skin against the back of his throat. His touch and the sensations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Marcus' body, making it nearly impossible for him to focus on anything else. He arches his back off the couch, thrusting his hips upwards as he tries to meet June's rhythm, moaning loudly into the silence of their shared room.
"Oh fuck...!" Marcus curses out, unable to stop himself from grinding against June's lips and tongue. "That feels so good..."
As Marcus' moans grow louder and his body tenses underneath him, Junes feels a powerful surge of arousal course through him. He sucks harder, circling his tongue around the head of Marcus' cock as he takes more of him deeper into his mouth. His free hand continues to stroke Marcus' cock in rhythm with his mouth, each touch adding fuel to the growing fire inside of him.
"Fuck yes...!" Marcus groans, helpless against the waves of pleasure coursing through him. "June... I'm going to- AH!" His words are cut off by another powerful orgasm as he comes in the back of June's mouth, filling it with hot, salty cum. He trembles and convulses underneath him, unable to think or speak for several long moments afterward.
With a satisfied smile, June pulls his mouth away from Marcus' now soft cock and looks up at him. "I take it that felt good?" he asks with a teasing glint in his eye.
"Fuck off," Marcus said lightly, his breathing ragged. "...it's not funny." His brow furrowed. He took a moment to breathe more slowly, grabbed a napkin from the table, and wiped his cock. When he finished, he pulled up his boxers and pants again. "I gave you what you were asking for... I'm going to sleep," he said, getting up from the couch and heading to his room.
"Well, at least you got off..." June mutters to himself as he watches Marcus retreat to his room. He knows it wasn't the most comfortable situation for his roommate, but still... It felt good to be needed and wanted. With a sigh, he lies back down on the couch and stares up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep.
As he lay there, eyes fixed on the ceiling, images of Marcus' naked body flash through his mind. The feeling of his cock in his hand, the taste of him on his tongue... Even though it was a strange and awkward situation, it ignited a fire within him that had been burning for so long. A shiver runs down his spine as he tries to ignore the desire lingering between his legs. Maybe someday they'll be able to explore this further without it being such an uncomfortable issue... Or maybe not.
He wished he knew what Marcus was really thinking about all of this. Did he enjoy it? Or did he just want to get it over with and return to his old life, without any awkwardness or desire lingering between them? The more June thought about it, the harder it became to fall asleep. Maybe... someday, they could talk about it.
Maybe one day... maybe when we're more comfortable with each other and this isn't such a big deal anymore. I just need to give him some time, and hopefully he'll come around. Or at least talk to me about it. For now though, I guess all I can do is wait and see what happens next.