When I heard a knock on the door in the evening, I didn't expect that something would happen that would completely change my life. I opened the door and saw Max. He was standing there with a backpack slung over his shoulder, wearing a stretched sweatshirt, as if he had just come back from the gym or had just broken out of some action. His expression said more than words, fatigue, slight embarrassment, but also that cheeky smile he always had.
“Dude, can I stay with you for a while?” he asked without beating around the bush, as if it were something as obvious as borrowing notes.
I raised my eyebrows. “Got kicked out?” I asked, half-joking, half-serious.
“Something like that,” he clears his throat, glancing to the side. “I don’t even know what their problem was. They just said they’d had enough and told me to get out.”
He shrugged, but I saw him tighten the strap of his backpack. This boy never showed that anything bothered him, but it was clear that his ego had taken a hit.
“Sure, no problem,” I replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “You can stay as long as you want.”
I didn't ask any questions right away because I knew I'd find out anyway. After all, it's not a big town, rumors spread faster than condoms at a party. But I accepted him with feigned indifference, even though inside I was curious what he had done to make even his friends, who were no saints themselves, reject him.
Max came inside, threw his backpack in the hallway, and immediately made himself at home as if he had lived there for years. That was his style, not to ask, just take.
“Thanks, man, I'll repay you,” he said, glancing at me with that half-smile of his. “I promise I won't be a problem.”
I smirked to myself. Back then he didn’t know he had just become both the biggest problem and the biggest opportunity.
The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about why Max had suddenly found himself homeless. I knew his lifestyle, loud, chaotic, always on the edge, but something specific must have happened. I decided to check it out at the source. My friend, who knew the whole crew, rented a room in the same house. I knew that if anyone would tell me the truth, it would be her.
I knocked on her door. She opened it in sweatpants, a cup of coffee in her hand, and immediately raised an eyebrow, as if she had been expecting me.
“You came to ask about Max, didn't you?” she asked before I could say anything.
“Uh… yeah. He showed up at my place yesterday. Said he didn’t know what your problem was.”
She snorted with laughter. “Of course he doesn't know. He always pretends nothing happened.”
“Then tell me what really happened,” I insisted.
She sighed and leaned against the doorframe. "Listen, Matt, we were fed up with him. Seriously. That boy… he was always horny. He was bringing girls home all the time. Screaming, moaning, parties in the middle of the night. Sometimes two different partners in one day. There were times when he brought guys over because he just had to get off. It didn't matter to him if it was a girl or a guy.
I widened my eyes to look surprised, but inside I was flooded with a wave of warmth.
“Once I walked into the bathroom and he was jerking off. And you know what? He didn't even feel embarrassed. He looked at me, smiled, and finished.”
I couldn't stop smiling, so I turned my head as if in shock. For her, it was a nightmare, for me, a dream come true. Always horny? That meant Max was exactly the roommate I needed.
“Thanks for telling me,” I said calmly.
I said goodbye and returned to my apartment with my heart pounding. Now I had the upper hand. I knew something he had no idea about. And already, a plan was forming in my head.
When I got back to the apartment, the first thing I saw was Max sprawled out on the couch in the living room. He was sitting there in his boxers, with a can of beer in his hand, as if it were his own home. His legs were spread wide, his muscles relaxed, sweat glistening on his stomach. He must have come back from the gym and didn't even think to change.
For a moment I stood in the doorway, watching him. His body was just like mine, trained, firm, full of strength, yet he had something untamed, something wild about him. And now I knew what it was: hunger. Not hunger for food, but for sex.
“You're back,” he said, glancing at me and raising his beer in greeting. “Sit down, it's cold in the fridge.”
I went to get a can and sat down next to him. I pretended to be relaxed, but inside I was twisting with tension.
“So, no girl lately?” I asked casually as I cracked open the beer.
“There were some, but you know...” He shrugged. “Nothing serious. I can't be with just one. I need... well, you know.”
I nodded, trying not to show my satisfaction. “That often?”
He laughed briefly, as if it were normal. “Dude, I have to every day. If not with a girl, then by myself. Otherwise, I go crazy.”
He fixed his gaze on the TV screen, as if he had just confessed something completely ordinary. But for me, it was like a gift.
“Really?” I asked, pretending to be surprised.
“Really. Even when I'm tired, I still have to unwind. That's just how I am.”
He drank his beer, and I watched as a drop ran down his lip, down his chin, until it disappeared into the hollow of his chest. My heart was pounding. I knew the game was just beginning.
“Every day, you say?” I repeated, as if to make sure. “That's a lot.”
Max just smiled crookedly and leaned back, stretching his arms across the back of the couch. He looked like he wanted to take up all the space. His thigh touched mine, but I pretended not to notice.
“It's not the pace, it's a necessity,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Girls usually can't keep up. They're excited at first, but after a week they've had enough. And I... I have to do it myself then.”
He glanced at me with that half-smile of his, as if checking to see if I was judging him.
“And what, you don't feel weird about it?” I asked calmly. “That you crave it that much?”
He snorted. “Weird? Dude, I like it. Sex is the best thing there is. When I'm drunk, I want sex. When I'm pissed off, I want sex. It's my way of dealing with everything.”
“So you just can't live without it,” I summed up.
“Exactly.” Finishing his beer, he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “Actually, I'm surprised you're still talking to me. Most people think I'm crazy.”
I smiled slightly, pretending to be neutral. “Maybe I just understand you better than others.”
There was a moment of silence. The only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and Max's breathing. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, the smell of beer and sweat. All I had to do was reach out to touch him. But I knew it wasn't time yet.
“It's good you took me in,” he said, stretching. “I won't be a problem.”
I looked at him and smiled to myself. You won't be a problem, Max. You'll be my addiction. And you won’t even notice when you get pulled into it.
We finished our beer, and I was already planning my first move.
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