Nathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of university at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity field lacrosse teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up.
The truth of the matter though, was that Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his ex-lover was something he hadn't even wanted to contemplate. Communication on the field would've been awkward between them, and they invariably would've let the team down.
Of course the breakdown in their relationship had been entirely his fault; as usual. His lack of restraint when it came to his mouth and the voracious appetite of his dick had managed to destroy yet another perfectly suitable and fundamentally healthy partnership. But maybe that was the problem. Maybe it had become too predictable and safe for his liking, so he'd switched to self-destruct mode, seeking a way out. The possibility of love entering the relationship had had absolutely nothing to do with his behaviour.
It wasn't that he didn't want to find someone to spend his life with. He enjoyed the feeling of security provided by a warm and familiar body in his bed, but most of the guys he ended up with were involved in some sport or another and weren't willing to extend their relationship beyond the bedroom, and that was where he'd had major issues. In his experience, the locker rooms of most universities contained a seriously large and overcrowded closet.
But that was his dream. That someday he would meet someone willing to take that step outside the bedroom and be seen in public with him as his partner. That would be the day he would tell the sports world to go fuck itself, because he was one of the best defensemen in the country and he was damn proud to be gay.
Nathan rechecked the information on the letter he'd received from the university's housing department. He was sharing a dorm room with a guy named Aaron Campbell, who was, thankfully, also on the lacrosse team. Aaron's major was in law, whereas Nathan's was environmental engineering, which meant they wouldn't be able to help each other study, but at least the guy wasn't working towards some soft degree in psychology or something.
There was nothing more irritating, in Nathan's opinion, than a guy prattling on about people's emotions. Invariably, the budding shrink would try and analyze why Nathan behaved the way he did, which usually resulted in Nathan's mouth going ballistic.
It was late Sunday afternoon already. He'd arrived a full day and a half later than everyone else because he'd had some family commitments to attend to. His grandfather had died the week before, and being the only surviving man in his family, he'd been put in charge of organizing the funeral and dealing with the emotional breakdown of his grandmother and younger sister. It had been an extremely stressful few days and he was looking forward to throwing on a set of headphones and climbing into bed.
He opened the door of his new dorm room and was immediately confronted by a mountain of boxes, packing peanuts and discarded strips of tape. Apparently, his new roommate was a bit of a media fanatic and had the good fortune of being able to afford all new equipment. Nathan looked down at the tattered box he was carrying. Everything he owned in the world fit into that box and the large duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
"Hey, could you give me a hand?" Aaron asked as he stepped out from behind the massive television he was attempting to connect into the surround sound system. "I'm Aaron... it's Nathan, right?"
Nathan swallowed heavily. Shit. His new roommate was absolutely gorgeous. He let his eyes wander over the dark graspable curls of Aaron's hair and down across his smooth lickable chest. The guy could've put a shirt on at least... it wasn't that warm.
"Yeah," he answered.
"I'm trying to run these wires through the back of the cabinet, but the bloody television is making it impossible for me to reach through on my own."
Nathan grunted. Maybe if the television wasn't so fucking big-- the thing must be about seventy inches.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Just poke the wires through the hole and I'll grab them."
"Sure thing." Nathan smirked inwardly. There was an infinitely more interesting hole in the room he'd rather be poking things into. Not that he was in the habit of topping guys, but he would definitely make an exception if Aaron turned out to be a bottom; his gaydar was lighting up like an evergreen tree on Christmas Day.
Aaron crouched down in front of the cabinet and deftly plugged in a few wires. Nathan stepped back out of his way when Aaron reached over the edge of the cabinet to retrieve the manual.
He had to bite his lip to keep from groaning with admiration. Aaron was packing around the most luscious ass he'd ever seen. He could spend hours descending into the warm valley between those peaks with his tongue. Christ. He shifted uncomfortably. His dick didn't want to wait until Aaron finished setting up the equipment. It was straining to be released from the confines of his jeans right now, and he was inclined to listen to his dick.
"I think that's everything," Aaron said and turned around.
Nathan was pleased that he'd managed to keep himself from drooling, because Aaron was now studying his face. But a quick glance from Aaron in the direction of the obvious bulge in his pants would hopefully move things along in the direction of the bed. Nathan wasn't sure how much longer he could contain himself.
"I want to make sure everything is working for when my girlfriend comes over," continued Aaron.
Nathan couldn't take his eyes off Aaron's lips as he spoke. He could imagine those full kissable lips and that exquisite mouth encasing his cock and pulling sweetly on it. And then Aaron's soft brown eyes would gaze out from under those thick lashes when he came in his mouth, and they would be brimming with desire.
"Nathan?" Aaron touched Nathan's shoulder.
"Sorry... what did you say?"
"I was hoping you could help me test this thing before my girlfriend gets here. I'm not good at setting up the remote."
It was like a blow to the gut. Aaron had a girlfriend, which meant he was straight, which meant Nathan was never going to have the opportunity to taste and consume the hot piece of man candy standing before him. He suddenly felt like he needed to sit down and he dropped into the beanbag sofa in front of the television. He motioned for the remote and began programming it.
"What's your girlfriend's name?"
"Sarah. We've been together since high school."
"Perfect." He handed the remote back to Aaron, literally climbed off the sofa and headed for his bed. "I need to lie down. I've been up since early this morning. Try to keep the noise down."
"Sure... did you want me to tell Sarah tonight's not such a good night for her to come over after all?"
"That would be sublime." The last thing he needed to see was some girl hanging all over the guy he'd been fantasizing about. He wanted to jack off to Aaron's unadulterated image at least twice before it was besmirched by the reality that Aaron preferred pussy.
Nathan hauled open his box and removed the comforter and pillow that occupied almost the entire inner space. The rest was taken up by the one sheet set he owned and a few books. He was too tired to deal with sheets and opted to roll himself up in the comforter and wedge himself against the wall, facing it.
Realizing he was going to require something to mop up with, he sat up and removed his shirt, and stuffed it into the comforter with him. He shoulder checked to make sure Aaron was fully occupied with the video game he'd fired up. Aaron had put the game on mute, which was thoughtful, but not very helpful. Nathan didn't exactly have a propensity for audio temperance when he came.
He unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them off past his hips, making note of the fact that he needed to remember to wear underwear when he was around Aaron. The inside of his jeans were damp with pre-cum and would need to be washed.
The level of effort required to remain silent as he stroked his demanding cock was proving to be unattainable, so Nathan rolled over. If he kept an eye on Aaron, he would be able to feign sleep if he turned around. He inadvertently moaned softly when Aaron stretched his shoulders out. Fuck, he was beautiful.
Violence and gore continued to erupt across the massive television screen, but Nathan was completely fixated on Aaron's profile and the way he bit at his bottom lip when he was concentrating. Aaron's unconscious habit was also an anticipatory gesture, and that was how Nathan's mind perceived it. And then Aaron licked his lips.
A groan escaped from Nathan before he'd even realized he was about to cum. He'd been so mesmerized by the sight of Aaron's soft pink tongue that he hadn't been paying attention to his own body. It was too late to retract the broadcast of his actions at this point. Aaron had already turned around and was watching him intently. Being at the point of no return, Nathan thought 'fuck it' and yanked the comforter aside to give himself unrestricted access, and stroked himself through to completion.
He collapsed into his bedding and laughed softly for the first time in days; Aaron was clapping and whistling wildly at his performance. He turned, looking for his shirt, but it had been lost in the struggle to free himself from his bindings.
"Here," Aaron said as he handed Nathan a box of tissues.
Nathan took a swipe at his stomach. "Thanks." He looked down at his chest and wiped away a few more drops of cum. "Sorry about that... it was a long flight."
"You missed some." Aaron reached forward and wiped a thumb across Nathan's cheek. "Don't worry about it. I jack off all the time... and besides, it was hugely entertaining." He settled his thumb in his mouth and sucked on it as Nathan watched with avid fascination. "I'm going to go see Sarah and let you get some sleep."