All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.
You know that pit of regret you get in your stomach after you’ve done something stupid? Yeah, well, that’s exactly what I’m feeling right now. I’ve been awake for the past five minutes staring at the wall, trying to figure out what I should do. After Gavin passed out last night, I cleaned myself up as best as I could and went to sleep—with Gavin in my bed. He’s still right behind me, his naked body radiating heat like a furnace, warming my own naked body.
Yup, I’m still naked… I couldn’t get out of bed without climbing over Gavin to clean up, so I used my shorts and had to stay naked the rest of the night. Unfortunately, I didn’t think about what would happen in the morning when he wakes up and finds both of us naked in the same bed. Regardless of what happened last night, and no matter how good it felt when we jacked each other off, there’s no way he’s going to be okay with this—especially when he’s not drunk anymore.
“I know you’re awake,” he mumbles behind me.
I freeze, then slowly turn to look at him, heat crawling up my neck. “Uh… hey, good morning.” I put on a fake smile, hoping he’s hung over enough that he doesn’t realize what’s going on. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I got wasted last night,” he groans.
I chuckle despite the situation. “Yeah… you were pretty drunk.”
He shakes his head and, almost like he read my mind says, “Not drunk enough to forget that we jerked each other off.”
Fuck.
“Uh—you um… you remember that?” I ask weakly, bracing for the inevitable slur or punch headed my way.
Instead, he smirks. Like it’s some kind of joke or something. “Of course, dude. I’m not gonna forget the first time I touched another guy’s dick, it was fun.”
Fun? He had fun touching my dick? What the fuck is going on here?
Not knowing what to say to that, I quickly climb over him and get off my bed, hurrying to our shared closet.
I hear him sit up, his eyes tracking my every move as I look for something to wear while trying my hardest not to cover up my bare ass in embarrassment. I finally find a clean pair of boxers and slip them on. When I turn around, he’s still got that smirk on his face, his bare chest covered in dry cum.
He swings his legs out of my bed, morning wood coming into view. But instead of covering up, he stretches, lifting his arms above his head and then pulling them to either side, all while his cock is pointed straight at me like a gun.
And being the idiot that I am, I stand there and stare at it instead of doing the million and one things I could be doing instead.
He walks right up to me and reaches past, pulling out a packet of wipes I hadn’t noticed before. He takes a few out and wipes his chest, cleaning off the dried spunk, and then takes another one and rubs it over his smooth pits. “I’m gonna go for a run, do you want to join me?”
I shake my head, then mutter, “No thanks, I’m going to take a shower. I’m pretty sure I smell like jizz.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “No one is going to smell you on a run, Sebi. Come with me.” He grabs my arm and turns me toward the closet. He stands there looking at my clothes before picking out a plain white tee and some shorts, handing them to me expectantly.
I sigh but don’t say anything, getting dressed in silence. At least we’re both wearing clothes now.
“Gavin, I really don’t want to go on a run. Exercise isn’t really my thing,” I say.
“How about this? If you can go on a one mile run with me and not give up, then I’ll do whatever you want for an entire night.”
“One mile! That’s crazy, I can’t—”
“We don’t have to run the entire thing. We’ll go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with,” he interjects.
My shoulders slump, my brain warring with itself. On the one hand, I hate physical activity. But the thought of spending time with him and becoming his friend in spite of everything that’s happened—or maybe because of it—is enough to give me pause. If I’m being honest with myself, I need more friends, and I haven’t been doing a good job of that.
I lock eyes with him and nod, earning me a slap on the shoulder. “Good, let’s go then.” He strides out of our room and I hurry after him.
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I officially hate everything. By the time we’re done with our ‘run,’ my shirt is soaked through with sweat, and I’m wheezing like an asthma patient that just escaped from a burning building. And the worst part is that we didn’t even run the entire thing. Halfway through the mile, Gavin took pity on me, and we walked for a good chunk of it, only picking back up to a run when we got close to our dorm.
“Well, you finished the mile,” Gavin says cheerfully, slapping me on the back, making my shirt stick to me even more.
I peel off my shirt the moment we step into our room and grab a towel and my shower caddy. “I need to take a shower. I feel absolutely disgusting.”
“Cool, I’ll join you,” he says without looking at me. He’s already pulling off his shirt too, grabbing his shower things.
“Great…” I deadpan, and while I don’t normally let people see me shirtless, I step out into the hall and make the quick trip to the communal bathrooms, luckily only passing by one random guy I don’t recognize.
Thankfully, the restroom is empty. Most people on our floor sleep in on Saturday mornings, so this is actually the perfect time for me to be adventurous and walk in shirtless. Though I doubt anyone would notice even if the place were packed. Most of the guys walk to and from the restroom shirtless all the time.
I want to get there, be confident in my body like they are of theirs. But as I look in the mirror above the sinks, all I see is my skinny, pale torso. It’s in sharp contrast to Gavin standing next to me, flexing his muscles in the mirror.
I roll my eyes to myself and stalk off to the showers, not wanting to make things even more awkward than they already are.
One thing I miss most about living at home is that the showers here are spotty at best. Sometimes they’ll work just fine, and sometimes they run out of hot water—thankfully it’s working right now.
I’m in the middle of lathering my hair when I hear the curtain to my shower stall snap open and Gavin steps in, water dripping down his naked body. “What the hell are you doing?” I hiss.
“The water in my shower turned cold. I figured I’d join you since I didn’t hear you complain,” he says, crowding me to get under the spray.
I glare at him. “You could have picked another stall! They’re all empty right now. Besides, what if someone walks in and sees us in here together?”
Gavin waves me off and reaches for my shampoo. “Nah, it would take too long to find one that has warm water. And who cares?” He winks at me. “It wouldn’t be the first time two guys shared a shower. Just yesterday I heard two guys blowing each other in here.”
My eye twitches as I try to calm myself. This guy really has no sense of personal space. I turn back around to rinse my hair and pray that I don’t pop a boner right now.
Of course, the moment I’m done rinsing, I feel his hands on me. He rubs my shoulders, suds appearing as he does so. “What are you doing?” I mutter, going still.
“Relax, Sebi. I’m just taking care of you. You’re always so tense,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of my ear, his semi pressing against my ass.
That’s all it takes for my cock to rise to a full salute as Gavin’s hands work their way down to my chest. His fingers tweaking my nipples until they’re hardened nubs.
“Gavin,” I moan, “this is a horrible idea.” My head leans back to rest on his shoulder, and he uses that to pull me flush against him. He’s fully erect now, his cock nestling right between my cheeks.
“I think this is a great idea,” he whispers, hands sliding further down my torso until one hand is gripping my cock and teasing the slit with the pad of his thumb.
Oh, fuck, Gavin. I thought you were straight,” I whimper.
He bites at my earlobe before growling, “I am straight. I’m just having fun, is all.”
I know I should stop him, but with one hand jerking my cock and the other teasing the entrance to my hole, I’m putty in his hands—my body boneless in the best possible way.
It isn’t until I feel his finger breach the sensitive ring of muscle that I snap back to my senses and jerk away from him. “No way, we’re not doing that. Not here at least.”
He arches an eyebrow and then smirks. “Okay, then hurry up and dry yourself,” he says, stepping out of the shower stall. “I’ll be waiting for you in our room.”
With that said, he leaves me standing there, hard and aching to be touched. No matter how bad an idea this is, I’m all in now.
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