Taming my Unruly Roommate

Previously:

I tried to push that to the back of my mind as I got dressed and raced off to class. It was my long day, so I didn’t get back until late. With how drunk Ryan was last night, I doubt he remembered the night before. I just hoped to poor hungover oaf was at the very least off my bed.

I opened the door and was absolutely shocked at what I had saw. First thing I noticed was the smell. It wreaked of fake pine mixed with the smell of Ryan’s body odor. Ryan was no longer on my bed.. in fact, he wasn’t even in the room. He had obviously made an effort to clean the room. 

All the food and takeout boxes were gone and his laundry was all shoved into the corner. I was even more impressed that Ryan had made BOTH of our beds.

A feeling of admiration washed over me… that is until I remembered the man I was feeling it for. I guess hungover Ryan likes to clean. After all these months, what possessed him to finally put some effort into the room.

That’s when I noticed the sticky note on the corner of my desk…

And now we continue:

I walked over to my desk to pull up the neon orange note.

“Thanks for taking care of me last night. -R”

The blood drained from my face. Did he remember? Was his attempt at cleaning the room meant to be reimbursement? I slipped the note into my top drawer and set myself up to study. My study night got interrupted last night and that didn’t change that I was just barely passing history.

A couple of hours passed and I heard the door jiggle open. Ryan entered covered in his jacket and  scarf and giant pair of sunglasses. He was also carrying a giant bag paper bag from a local grocery store. He didn’t acknowledge me being there until the door had closed.

“Oh, hey Justin,” he mumbled. “Didn’t see you there.”

“How you feeling big guy?” I asked. After all, he was extremely smashed the night before.

He lightly chuckled setting down the bag in his desk and unzipping his jacket. “Fucking ridiculously hungover. If my attendance wasn’t already shit for my Bio lecture, I most certainly wouldn’t have gone.”

Was this easy small talk… this didn’t usually happen between myself and the giant, but this hungover version of him was actually seeming quite nice.

“I’m not surprised”, I responded. “I’m shocked how drunk you were last night.”
The room temporarily went quite… was the elephant of a blowjob going to be discussed now? Ryan stood motionless facing away from me.

“Thank you for last night,” he said. Did he remember?

“Yeah,” I smiled. “I saw your note.” He still stood facing away from me. “And I saw all the tidying you did. Is hungover Ryan a cleaner?”

I began to chuckle and he joined in. We still hadn’t addressed the biggest part of this, but I could feel it coming. I didn’t realize how nervous I was.

“You’ve been nothing but kind to me and I’ve been treating you like a total jerk, haven’t I?”

That was not what I was expecting to be discussed. I sat there quietly staring at the back of his head. I didn’t know what to say.

“You don’t have to say,” Ryan continued. “I already no the answer.” He span around and sat on his bed and stared right at me through his sunglasses. “You deserve a better, and cleaner, roommate. I’ll be better.”

Where the hell did this epiphany come from. Was a blowjob all he needed to make him a kinder human being?

“Wh-where is all of this coming from?” I asked, hoping it would rip off the bandaid. This situation was starting to get tender and I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.

He stared at me quietly for a second before removing his sunglasses. Even though his eyes were still a bit bloodshot, I’d never notice how deep chocolate they were. Oh shit, was I listing after him again?

“I don’t remember a lot from last night, but I do remember you.” My heart sunk. Here it comes.

“Well…” he quickly turned looking away. “ actually just your face.” I could feel myself holding my breath. I just needed him to come out with it so we could clear the air. I almost stepped in to finally talk about our erotic experience.

“My face?” Was all I could muster. I guess I couldn’t say it either.

“Yeah,” he chuckled looking back to me. “Thank you for letting me vent to you last night. I remember taking about bitches and you listening…” Here we go. The moment was finally here. “…Next thing I know, I’m waking up without pants on your bed.”

HE DID NOT REMEMBER!

I have no idea what expression showed on my face. This epiphany had absolutely nothing to do with the blowjob.

“Oh,” that was all I could say.

“Yeah. So I washed your sheets and made your bed. I have NO idea how I ended up there.”

I hadn’t noticed the sheets were washed, I only paid attention to the fact the bed was made. “Thanks, man. You really didn’t have to. Your bed is exactly the same as mine…”

“No it’s not, man,” Ryan interrupted. “I haven’t washed my sheets in ages. I know my stank ain’t too pleasant. That’s why I bought the air freshener.”

That explained the fake pine smell. This hangover epiphany was turning into the gift that kept on giving.

“So, this all dawned on you when you woke up?” I inquired. “I’m not sure how to respond.” I was a ting a bit coy because I was elated. The blowjob had absolutely nothing to do with any of this.

“It’s all good. I had to get more laundry detergent from the store since I ended up using all of yours… sorry, by the way… and I got to get my clothes done now. They’ve been sticking up the dorm long enough. Could I borrow hamper? I think mine got stolen while doing the sheets.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” I stumbled. This Ryan attitude change was really throwing me off. “It’s in my closet, just dump what’s in there. I’ll throw it back in when you get back.”

“Thanks, dude,”he said oafishly throwing open my sliding closet door throwing it off its rails. I saw his shoulders raise in embarrassment and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Easy there, tiger,” I laughed.

“I’ll fix that,” he blushed as he grabbed the basket and quickly bolted out the door. 

Didn’t take long for him to realize he forgot new detergent he just bought as he barreled back in. His face was flushed… was he blushing?  He grabbed the forgotten piled clothes and his new detergent.

After he left, I sat in silence for a short while. This was definitely out of character, but I was kinda enjoying the clumsy oafish version over the repulsive brute. We’d have to see how long this “new-found” Ryan, but I certainly wasn’t going to remind him of what he asked me to do… there was no problem here, so why create one.

It took me a moment before I realized I was still staring at the door with a goofy grin after he left. Was I attracted to this new Ryan? NO, he’s straight and has not interest in me, just gotta drop it.

I returned to my studies to again prepare for my history test in a week. I wasn’t here to fawn over straight guys and get my heartbroken, I was here to be the first kid in my family to graduate college. About an hour passed and I made some good progress getting some flash cards made up and reread two of the five chapters. I was making some good progress going into the weekend.

My phone lit up. A text from Ryan.

Dammit, I thought. He must have met a desperate girl and needed me to temporarily vacate.

I picked up the phone and opened the message. ‘U Hungry? Wanna go halves on a pizza?’

Took me a second to process. It was a Friday night and Ryan was offering to spend it with me. This was usually his bar hopping night. 

‘thanx man, but im broke.’ I replied and set back down my phone. Not even a minute passed before my phone lit back up.

‘That’s chill. I’ll buy. Pepperoni alright?’ Tidied room and now food offerings. This was turning into something great.

‘i couldnt impose, i got ramen lol’

‘I insist. Please?’

Who was I to argue with someone asking to buy me dinner.

‘awesome. thanx man. ill owe you one.’

‘No prob. See you in 30.”

I went back to studying and about a half hour passed and heard a loud bang on the door. Right on time, I guess.

“Hey man, it’s me. Let me in!” Ryan yelled through the door. I got up opened the door with his hands filled with laundry and pizza. It was a gigantic pizza box.

“Here,” I said. “Let me help you.” Ryan handed me the pizza box as I closed the door behind him.

“Thanks,” he smiled. “It’s fucking cold out there.”

“I bet”, I responded, carrying the pizza box over to Ryan’s empty desk. I quickly turned around not realizing Ryan was directly behind me. I ran almost full force into him as he caught both him and myself from falling. 

My face was planted into his chest. He had already taken off my jacket and I was face first into his shirt which felt like a pillow from all Ryan’s chest hair. He smelled surprisingly fresh, like a faint citrus woodsy scent. I was quite enthralled.

I looked up to see him looking down at me smiling. “I thought I was the clumsy one,” he chuckled. I realized his arm was still wrapped around my waist from the catch. I honestly didn’t want him to let go, but he did. I could feel myself blushing. Oh my god, I was starting to crush on Ryan… or at least this new sweet Ryan.

“You are still the clumsy one, but I can have a moment or two.” I joked trying to lighten the tension. Ryan grabbed some paper towels from our communal space and handed me some. “Thank you,” I replied.

He grabbed some pizza from the box and jumped up onto his bed. I could hear the poor bed slats strain from his unintentional attack. I was afraid they were finally going to bust. I grabbed a slice, too,  and crawled on my bed across from him. We sat there facing each other.

“Mmm,” Ryan grunted. “ This pizza is so bomb.”

“Thanks for dinner,” I said.

Ryan laughed. “Of course.” He looked down at what I grabbed and then back to me. “I didn’t buy an extra large so you could only have one piece.”

I laughed back. “I eat slow. I’ll get more when I finish.”

The tension was again thick. I didn’t know if it was sexual from me, awkward from him, or just because we have literally never done anything like this before. I finished my first slice as Ryan was starting his third. I jumped back up and got another slice. The silence was too much, I couldn’t handle it anymore.
“So, I have to ask,” I broke the ice. “Why are you doing this?”

Ryan cleared his throat. “Excuse me for being nice,” he scoffed.

“No, that’s not what I mean,” I clarified. “Why now? I mean, we’ve been roommates for months and this is the first time you and I have hung out like this. I know you have a fake ID… why are you not out at bars?”

He paused for a second, but he seemed prepared for the question. “You’re right,” not the answer I was expecting, but I sat back down with my pizza to hear him out.

“We’ve never done this before,” he continued. “I feel like it’s long over due.”

“Okay…” I interjected, but he wasn’t yet done.

 “We’ve lived together for months and I know that you’re gay, you like to run, and you study crazy hard. That doesn’t seem right, does it?”

I smiled, “It does seem a bit bizarre.”

“I also know that you’re really nice and I’ve taken advantage of you,” I could believe Ryan wasn’t done. “You picked up after me, been super chill about letting girls come through, and always keeping our Ramen stocked.”

“You mean MY ramen,” I corrected. Never really paid attention to counts since I always bought in bulk. Poor person budgeting and all.

“Okay,” Ryan backtracked, “stealing YOUR Ramen.”

We both laughed pretty hard. It wasn’t even that funny, but the tension was starting to clear from the laughter.  After the laughter subsided, Ryan let out a large sigh.

“You alright there?” I prodded.

“I haven’t made a single friend here.” I sat back. I knew this conversation was about to take a turn.

“Whatever,” I joked, hoping it was just a rouse. Ryan looked away embarrassed. 

“Wait, Seriously?”

“Most people think I’m just a douche,” Ryan continued. “They’re only friends with me for my fake I.D.”

“Seriously, that sucks man.”

Yeah, but you never prodded, you never asked, and you’re the only person who hasn’t asked me for money,” Ryan smiled looking back at me. “You’re a really kind guy I’d like to get to know more.”

“Well… okay,” I stated finishing my second piece. “What do you wanna know about me?”

“Let’s start with why you’re here,” Ryan began. “What’s your major?”

This was an easy way to start off. “Business,” I replied. “Do something with marketing… haven’t quite decided yet. I honestly wasn’t expecting to go to college.”

“Why not?” Ryan asked. His expression changed as he leaned in to listen. He really cared to know.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to get in,” I confessed. “First in my family, and if I don’t keep my grades up, my financial aide will fall through. I can’t afford it without it.”

“You struggling?” Ryan asked.

“A little in history and English,” I noted. “I’ve always been better with numbers, not words.”

“Would you accept my help?” Ryan asked. “I’d hate to see you have to drop out.”

I was a bit taken aback. This was an unexpected offer.”Sure. Thank you. So what’re you here for. What’s your major?”

Ryan leaned back, “I wanna be a teacher.”

Another surprise. “Wow, that I definitely wouldn’t peg. Why?”

“Why not?” Ryan joked. “I always admired my teachers. I know I seem like a trouble child, but my teachers kept me on the right path. Especially Mrs. Wells… she really helped me believe in myself.”

“You sleep with her?” I sarcastically prodded.

“Dude, gross. She was like 70.”
“And you still couldn’t attract her with your boyish charm?” We both giggled at this.

The rest of the evening we talked about past flings, and bonded over neither of us being in a serious relationship. Ryan became noticeably upset when I told him I hadn’t watched some of his favorite shows he insisted on showing me. I truly enjoyed my evening with him… something I never thought would ever happen, hours passed and neither of us noticed until I started getting a bit tired.

“Well,” I intervened. “I think it’s time for me to hit the hay.”

“That’s cool,” Ryan nodded. I gotta take a shower anyways.”

We both got out of bed as he collected his shower tote and I slipped off my shirt to get into bed. Ryan turned around before getting to the door and locked eyes with my smooth belly button. I gave him a moment before he looked up to my eyes and blushed slightly.

“You okay there?” I asked jokingly.

“Yeah,” he replied shaking it off. “Thank you for tonight. This was nice.”

“Likewise,” I smiled.

Ryan left and I crawled into bed. I was pretty exhausted, but couldn’t fall asleep. My mind was racing. What was that awkwardness with Ryan seeing me without a shirt? I jumped back out of bed and decided it best to brush my teeth, maybe the ritual would help.

I walked down the hall and could hear the sounds of running water grow louder and louder. I stepped in and walked to the sink, I saw the steam from the shower stall area deep into the main bathroom. As I started to brush I couldn’t help but heat a light slapping noise.

I stopped brushing to better hear the sound, that’s when I heard a light moan. Was Ryan jerking off in the shower?  My heart began racing. Thoughts of his thick meat consumed me as I unconsciously walked closer to the steam. The faint slapping sounds continued. I turned to corner into the tiled stall and saw Ryan facing away from me in an uncurtained shower.

The water pressed his fur against his surprisingly sculpted calves and thick thighs. I felt my boner start pressing against my shorts as I scanned his backside . His ass was just as hairy as I remembered it, though I’d never really noticed how gorgeously plump it was. He had some slight love handles, but his lower back was smooth, but his upper back was quite covered. I didn’t realize I found hair so attractive. I was completely rock solid.

I watched his arm shake and jiggle his entire body. He was definitely jacking off. I tried to change my vantage to hopefully see more, but no such luck… then the final surprise of the night happened.

As he continued to jerk it, he began to lean forward as his other hand began to slide across his ass cheeks. He slid his fingers between his gorgeous globes. I reached down and began rubbing my cock through my shorts, my precum beginning to leak through the fabric of my shorts.

Ryan arched his back to give this wandering finger some easier access. I was getting my own private show as he began to tease his hungry hole. I tried to alter my vantage just a little more to see if I could still be a better view of his cock.

A clatter echoed through the shower and Ryan straightened his stance. I’d dropped my toothbrush, into the shower stalls. Everything seemed to slow down as I saw Ryan began to turn around.

 Before he could see me, I bolted out the bathroom door leaving the toothbrush behind. Things were ..starting to ease between us and I wasn’t about to jeopardize it because of my own hormones.

I raced down the hallway, my stiff boner flailing painfully each step I took. As I reached out to unlock the door, I looked back down the hall. Ryan hadn’t made it to the outer door to find me. After fumbling with the lock pressing myself against the entrance, my door flew open as I awkwardly fell through.

I quickly shut the door and jumped into bed facing the wall. I couldn’t believe I was still so hard, I curled in a ball to try and hide it, my heart pounding.

Then I heard the door…

To be continued.