Fear of Love

After countless unanswered texts and unreturned missed calls, Tony couldn’t decide if he was pissed off at Rowan or if he feared something bad may have happened after the way he darted out earlier in the day. He paced the small kitchen and living room committing to one last text before he called it a night. 

Rowan’s phone vibrated in his pocket again. “Gaw!” He chided, “This boy won’t leave me alone!” He flashed scowled frown at Gabi from across the booth. 

Gabi looked apprehensive when she looked up. “Row, he’s got it bad for you. And he’s super cute!” She flashed a guilty grin to Devon, her boyfriend in a speechless apology. He shrugged as if to let her know he wasn’t concerned. 

Rowan rolled his eyes, dismissing his friend before they landed on Devon. “How do you deal with all her lovey-dovey crap?” He huffed, exasperated.

“I got no co, uh,” Devon’s answer was interrupted unexpectedly when he felt a shoe slide up the inside of his calf. “control on her bro!” His eyes opened wide for a second before he reeled himself back into his normal quiet self.

Glaring at Rowan, Devon shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Rowan enjoyed teasing him almost as much as the reactions he’d get from Devon when he flirted with him. So with a wink and a smile, the pink-haired boy pushed Devon’s buttons. 

“He’s just so,” Rowan paused and looked into Devon’s dark brown eyes, “up my ass all the time!” He winked again.

“Ain’t that where you want ‘im?” Devon poked. Rowan rolled his eyes again as he leaned back and bounced his head lightly off the wall. “Just sayin!” Devon felt satisfied that his verbal jab landed where it was intended. 

“Gabi, make him stop!” Rowan whined.

“He’s right Row! You chased that boy around til you got him in bed. What’s the problem?” 

“He’s just, ugh!” Rowan sighed. He looked around the restaurant, the commotion of servers scurrying like bees in a garden proved a good distraction. “I don’t wanna talk about it!” 

Rowan’s pouty mouth stayed mostly closed and quiet through the rest of dinner and the ride back to his dorms. Gabi let him out of the car first, since he was the first stop from the restaurant. Like a mime, he leaned across the center console and hugged Gabi, leaving a moist ring on her cheek where he kissed her. He mouthed “Bye-bye.” to Devon as he climbed out.

“Think about it Row.” Gabi told him. “He is so infatuated with you.”

Rowan knew she was talking about Tony, but he didn't have to be told to think about him. That's all he has done lately, is think about Tony. In his bed, in the floor shower down the hall, at the ice cream shop, It was Tony, Tony, Tony. He was tired of thinking about the hunk of a man. There was no way he could be enough for someone like Tony. 

He padded slowly, his shoulders slumped and low as he climbed the flight of stairs to get to his dorm room. The room was empty when he opened the door and he was thankful for it. He wouldn't have to worry about his roommate hearing him cry himself to sleep again. 

The stench of greasy food and cigarettes wafted in the air when he pulled the shirt over his head. “Gross!” the young man groaned when he inhaled the pungent mix of odors. 

After the last of his nasty-smelling clothes were off and strewn toward the corner of his room, Rowanbwrapped a white towel around his thin waist and started the journey down the hall to the communal showers. 

Being almost one in the morning, Rowan was unpleasantly surprised to hear the sound of running water when he walked into the showers. He trod lightly, trying to keep his presence unknown. 

When he got to the opening of the mustard yellow, wall-to-wall tiled room, his jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide in disbelief. Rowan instinctively slapped his hand over his gaped mouth, suppressing the squeal that almost betrayed his secrecy. 

He fought the urge to turn and skip the shower altogether but he couldn't pull his eyes away. In the corner shower stall, with the curtain half pulled closed Rowan watched a dark brown hand making long methodical strokes up the long thick shaft and back down, disappearing behind the curtain before reappearing to repeat the motion.

Rowan quietly watched the anonymous hand, cycling back and forth. It alternated twisting on one stroke and sliding the skin hood over the tip and cupping the thick blunt mushroom head. It's big as a tall boy! He silently mused over how much cock was visible. 

Rowan was mesmerized, immobilized as he inconspicuously watched a stranger making love to himself. His mouth ran dry and his heart nearly stopped dead in his chest when the big cock wielding man turned and faced him, still half hidden by the opaque white curtain. 

Water beads drizzled lazily down his shoulder and left arm, his cock pushed against the edge of the vinyl shield and they locked eyes. Both men stood statue still waiting for the other to look away, or at least breathe first. 

The movement was so slight, Rowan wasn't even sure the other man moved, but he thought the tall dark chocolate-skinned man motioned for him to come closer. Everything inside Rowan screamed to go to the man except fear. Fear kept his shower shoes planted on the tile. 

The second time, Rowan was sure he was being beckoned by the man. He willed his feet to move, one in front of the other as he drifted nervously closer. The man smiled, mischief shining bright in his dark eyes watching Rowan inch his way closer. 

Only inches away from the shower stall, Rowan’s tented towel dropped to the floor and he reached out and coiled his fingers around the wide girth of cock that pointed to and called out to him. His fingers barely connected as he moved his hand up and down the length of the other man. 

Rowan’s shaft dwarfed by the tool he rubbed, was standing straight up, pointing at the ceiling. His heart pounded against his ribs when he looked up into the needy dark abyss of the man’s eyes. 

The shower curtain was drawn closed as soon as Rowan stepped into the stall. The hot shower water wet his pink hair and ran down his body. Dark wet hands slid up Rowan’s elvin-pale skin and caught one of his nipples. 

Rowan yelped, high when the man pinched his stone-hard point. The world darkened as his eyes closed, and the man’s hand brushed up his collarbone, across the tender skin of his neck before Rowan felt one of his digits slip along his lips. 

Without thinking, Rowan opened his mouth and the other man pushed his thumb in and pressed down heavily on Rowan’s tongue. His mouth closed in around the thickness of it and he sucked. His tongue swirled against the lines of his thumb before it started lazily pumping in and out across Rowan’s lips. 

When the man pulled his thumb out, Rowan sucked in the oxygen he'd forgotten he needed. The large smooth hand moved up his cheek and ruffled through his pink locks before Rowan felt the pressure of it guiding him lower.

Even without the strength of the man in front of him, Rowan’s legs were already about to fail him. He nearly fell before he caught and steadied himself using the man’s hips as support. When he landed against the tile and opened his eyes, Rowan was face to face with the biggest cock he had ever seen. 

Rowan looked up through his wet eyelashes to see the man pucker and blow him a kiss. There were no words exchanged but the man’s voice was in Rowan’s head “Suck it!” Rowan heard. 

He opened his mouth wide, trying to make room for the enormous mushroom to make its entry. When the cock made contact with Rowan’s lips and slid in only a few inches, Rowan faltered. He wasn't sure how he was going to fit it in. 

He closed his lips around the head of it and hollowed his cheeks, sucking the cock in as far as he could before pulling back to the rim of soft tissue, bringing the foreskin along with him. 

Rowan wrapped his small hand around the middle of the other man’s shaft and pulled back, dragging the foreskin back along with a moan from above him. He pushed his tongue against the bottom of the man’s cock head but there was little room for him to move it. 

Using his other hand, Rowan wrapped them both around his thickness and stroked up as his head moved down. He tried to ignore the burn that set into his jaw early on, he continued pulling as much suction as he could around the mammoth cock. 

The man laced and locked his fingers into Rowan’s water-darkened pink hair and pulled him deeper, fucking into his mouth. Rowan gagged and struggle for air. His body convulsed as he heaved and fluid pushed out of his nose. 

He was never a quitter. He wasn't about to start now. He let the man plow heavily across his tongue, his wrists twisting each hand in opposite directions as he worked them up and down the slab of meat he was being force-fed until the man above him grunted. 

“Fuuuck!” he howled just before the cock in Rowan’s mouth stiffened more and started unloading. 

There wasn't enough room in Rowan’s mouth for cock and cum, he choked on some of the thick fluid that was force fucked down his throat, and more pushed out of the corners of his mouth. He didn't think the man would ever empty, but he stayed and his throat continued to take the abuse of it. 

When the man was finally emptied of his load, Rowan leaned back to his heels and rested against the cold tile wall of the shower. His head spun and his jaw ached like he’d never felt before. Still breathing heavily, trying to fill his lungs, he looked up and the man. 

The man’s eyes were heavily lidded with a dazed look in them. He smiled a satiated smile back down to Rowan who felt like he just conquered a dragon. He offered Rowan a hand to use as support and lifted him to his feet. 

Rowan’s legs were weak, and wobbly when he stood. His head still spun and he drifted forward into the man’s chest, his thick arms enveloping Rowan’s thin body. He held Rowan up and close to him for several minutes, resting his chin on Rowan’s head until the smaller man was able to stand of his own accord.

Once Rowan was balancing himself, the man rinsed his brown skin one more time before he exited the shower. He turned back and looked at Rowan just before closing the curtain to give him some privacy.

“Quan,” he told Rowan with a nod.  “Nice to meet you.” 

Rowan rolled his jaw a couple times, “I'm Rowan. Good meeting you too.”