“What is the recommended goal for caloric expenditure through physical activity for a sedentary adult?” Riley asked the question from Van’s practice exam booklet and enjoyed the way Van’s eyes scrunched up as he tried to think of the answer. He also enjoyed the way Van’s cock twitched inside him as Van fought back the urge to thrust his hips up to fuck Riley deeper.
Riley was naked except for a white dress shirt with half the buttons still done, sitting half-impaled on Van’s bare cock with his knees against Van’s hips.
Van was starting to sweat from the effort to control himself.
Riley was having fun.
The evening had started quiet. Since the full lockdown ended they had been busy catching up on classes and outdoor activities. Riley returned from a semi-formal garden party where he had joined a few other students as an event photographer for extra credit. It was a good excuse to sip wine on a nice spring evening.
He’d had just enough to drink to feel good, and the sun was setting as he returned to their dorm. As soon as he was inside he stripped off his mask and kicked off his shoes.
Van didn’t look up, his head buried in a practice exam for his Sports Medicine final.
“Having fun?” Riley asked.
“Loads.”
He still hadn’t looked up. Riley could see tension in Van’s jaw and his biceps. He was sitting at his desk, shirtless as usual, but instead of being completely naked he was wearing black sweatpants. He only wore clothes when he really needed to focus.
Riley stood by the door, within Van’s peripheral vision, as he slipped off his jacket and unbuttoned his dress pants. They slipped to the floor with Riley’s underwear and then he stepped out, stripping off his socks as he stepped slowly towards Van in just his shirt.
As Riley’s bare legs came into his view, Van finally looked up from the page. There was a look of pain on his face as his eyes slid over Riley’s body and up to the open top buttons of his shirt.
“I’m sorry, but I really have to study,” Van said, chewing his cheek.
Riley leaned down, letting his loose shirt hang open so Van had a clear line of sight down his smooth chest to his dangling cock.
Van let out a noise halfway between a whimper and a moan.
“I’ll help you study.” Riley snatched the exam booklet away from him and started skimming the questions.
Van turned his chair around and looked him up and down as he asked, “And how will you help me study?”
“Every time you get a question right, I do something you like. And every time you get something wrong,” he looked over the top of the book to say, “I stop doing it.”
Van’s fingers tapped the armrest and finally he crossed his arms over his broad chest, shrugged, and said, “Ok.”
“What medication has the greatest influence on both resting and exercise heart rate?”
Van thought for a moment, but confidently answered, “Beta blockers.”
Riley smiled, “That’s correct. Take off your pants.”
He obeyed. It had become a reflex. With a return to somewhat normal life they weren’t spending every minute of the day together anymore, but the moment Riley caught Van’s eye and told him to do something, he did it.
His sweatpants hit the floor and Van kicked them aside as he sat back down, his hands on the armrest so he wasn’t tempted to touch himself. But even without touching, his cock was starting to throb.
Riley turned the page, “Which physical motion will be most limiting for a person with a supraspinatus injury?”
“Abduction,” Van answered faster this time.
“Good boy. Kneel.”
Van slipped forward to his knees and looked up at Riley, waiting, but Riley smiled and turned away.
He flipped pages casually as he crawled up on his own bed on his knees. And then he lay the book down to continue reading. As he tried to make sense of the stranger words in front of him he enjoyed the feeling of the air, and Van’s eyes, on his exposed hole. He glanced down beneath himself, through his hanging shirt, past his soft cock, at his naked roommate’s hungry eyes.
Riley smiled and asked, “What are the primary ergonomic risk factors for musculoskeletal disorders?”
“Posture, force, and preparation.”
“Uh oh,” said Riley. He turned around and sat, crossing his legs to hide himself beneath his shirt, “We were looking for repetition, not preparation.”
Van grimaced and shuffled forward on his knees so he was at the edge of Riley’s bed. He put his hands on the sheets, inches from Riley’s bare legs, and said, “Ask another one.”
Riley’s eyes returned to the page and he casually scratched at the exposed part of his chest. From the corner of his eye he could see Van holding his breath. “What are three examples of foods containing soluble fibre recommended to decrease elevated blood lipid concentrations?”
“Oatmeal,” said Van.
Riley nodded.
“Chickpeas.”
Riley nodded again.
“And bananas?”
Riley looked up. Van’s hands were gripping the edge of the bed, and had the look of a dog about to be given dinner.
Riley smiled, and he unfolded his legs and lay back, curling his knees up to his chest as he watched Van’s face as he said, “Good boy.”
Van attacked his hole with force. His tongue slipped inside before Riley could react and suddenly the book fell aside as his feet landed on Van’s bare shoulders. Van’s hands latched on to Riley’s waist and started pulling him to his desperate mouth as he tongue fucked Riley’s hairless hole.
The slick warm feeling was exquisite, but Riley shook his head as he remembered why he was doing this. If he was in charge, he had to be the one with self-control, so even though it was painful to say he looked down at Van and ordered, “Stop.”
Van froze. But his tongue remained buried.
Riley chuckled and said, “Go lay on your bed.”
With only the slightest hesitation, Van fell back, letting Riley’s legs slip to the ground, and sat down on his own bed. His cock was rock hard, but he didn’t touch it. He followed the command to lay down with his head on his pillow, arms by his side, and his erection twitched in the air.
Riley grabbed the book again and walked it over to Van’s bed. He crawled up on the mattress, taking his time as he flipped through the pages again to where he was before, and he settled with one leg on either side of Van’s knees. Riley’s hard cock peaked out from beneath the bottom button of his shirt.
“Which energy system is primarily responsible for energy production in an individual running for 30 minutes?”
“Oxidative.”
“Correct.” Riley smiled and shuffled forward until the head of his cock tapped Van’s ball sack.
“Name a micronutrient that plays a key role in energy production.”
“Vitamin B2.”
“Correct again. Studying is paying off, huh?”
Van nodded and waited, his eyes glancing down at where their cocks almost touched. Riley smiled and said, “Pass me the lube.”
A bottle of lube, their second, sat on the bedside table. Van reached up for it and held it out to Riley like an offering.
With one hand on the book and one on the lube, Riley clicked open the lid and drizzled the slick liquid out on Van’s erection. It spread over the head and shaft and dripped down into his trim hair, but Riley did not touch it. He closed the bottle and put it aside as he continued to read.
“What is an activity recommended for individuals managing symptoms of osteoarthritis?”
“Swimming.”
Riley smiled and reached out with his free hand. He let his fingers dance lightly over the surface of Van’s cock to spread the lube.
“What posture is exaggerated by tight hip flexors, tight low back extensors and weak abdominals?”
“Lumbar lordosis.”
Riley smiled again and said, “Correct,” but then he pulled his hand away from Van’s cock. Van’s eyes followed the movement as Riley reached down below his shirt.
Riley slipped a finger inside himself. It was long and precise, but thin. He glanced down at Van’s throbbing erection, shiny with lube, and he let out a teasing whimper. He really wanted Van to get the next question right.
“What is spondyl.. olis… thesis?”
It was Van’s turn to smile as he said, without pausing, “spondylolisthesis.”
“How do you learn this stuff?”
“It’s a forward displacement of a vertebra in the lumbar spine.”
Riley crawled forward as he said, “fascinating.” Then he reached below to grab Van’s cock, pointed the head at his lubed hole, and slipped it inside.
Van gasped. His hands went to Riley’s naked thighs, but he held himself back from gripping him tight and fucking him deep. They had tried every position during lockdown, but they always found themselves gravitating back to this one. Riley on top, in control. Van pressed into his bed, under Riley’s spell.
“Last question,” said Riley, trying very hard to keep his voice steady as Van’s cock head throbbed and stretched the entrance to his ass. “What is the recommended goal for caloric expenditure through physical activity for a sedentary adult?”
“200 kcal.”
Riley looked from the book to Van’s flushed face, his smooth, muscular chest pulsing with his deep breaths. The book said 150.
The cock head in his ass twitched again and Riley decided he was done helping Van study. “Close enough,” he said, “Now fuck me.”
Van’s fingers dug into Riley’s naked hips and pulled. Riley’s back arched as Van’s cock slid eagerly inside him. Riley dropped the book on the bed and fell forward, catching himself with his hands on Van’s firm pecs. He gasped as Van took complete control and drilled deep inside him, making him feel like a fleshlight to be fucked.
The bed rocked with them as Van thrust up and pulled Riley down. He fucked like a demon, bouncing Riley on top of him so hard his half-buttoned shirt slipped off one shoulder, exposing his hairless chest and a nipple.
Riley held on to Van’s pecs like a rodeo rider as the familiar cock punched Riley’s prostate again and again. He’d become so dependent on Van’s fucks, he wasn’t sure if he could cum without them. But as his dick bounced against Van’s abs, Riley knew he wouldn’t last long, not after the warm evening of wine, and the teasing licks of Van’s tongue.
He leaned in so their noses nearly touched. Van’s eyes met his and they held each other’s gaze with only the sound of smacking skin between them.
Riley tensed. His cock twitched as he felt the strokes on his prostate boiling over. He saw his cum streak across Van’s chest before he fully realized he was cumming. The ecstatic twitches exploded inside him as his cock unloaded and his flexing muscles gripped Van’s cock.
“Can I,” Van started to speak but he cut himself off, unsure if he was allowed to ask.
Riley gasped as he kept cumming, Van’s pounding cock drawing out every last twitch of his orgasm. As the flow of cum slowed he was able to say, “Do whatever you want with me.”
Van’s hands went to Riley’s shirt and without any resistance he tore the last buttons apart and dragged the fabric off to expose Riley completely.
Riley gasped at the shock, but a moment later Van’s hands were behind his naked back and his head, pulling him down into a deep kiss, and he felt himself being rolled over, pressed into the bed by Van’s heavy body.
One of Van’s hands slid across Riley’s skin, making him tingle as it traced the line from his chest to his thigh. It gripped him behind his leg and pulled it up, pinning his knee to his chest as Van thrust all the way inside again.
Van was unrelenting. He pounded Riley into the mattress and devoured his tongue. Just as it was getting hard to breathe, Van pulled his lips away and sank his head into the fold of Riley’s shoulder, squeezing Riley in a vice between his chin and his cock.
Riley wrapped his free leg around Van’s back and rode the wave of pleasure. His cock twitched again in the heat between them, spilling more cum across their bodies as Van’s desperate thrusts peaked. He gasped into Riley’s neck as his cock twitched and came. Liquid spread inside Riley with familiar warmth.
Their hearts raced in their cum-slick chests as Van’s heavy body relaxed on top of Riley, weighing him down like a thick blanket. Van’s cock softened as it pulsed inside him, and Riley held his roommate close. He was in no rush to pull apart.
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