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Sitting alone on the long end of a couch, you wish to be anywhere else. Parities, despite being a tried and true staple of late-teen and young adult life, were not your bag. You’ve told as much to your roommate, but they dragged you along anyway. “It’ll be fun!” they said “You gotta make some new friends, you got the potential to be popular!” the fuck did that mean? You didn’t want to be popular if that entailed sitting in a loud room stuffed with smelly drunk people every weekend anyway. Your face was glowing red despite being sober, it was just hot as hell in whoever was hosting this party’s house. You've already shed your long sleeve and were sitting there in a tee that revealed a little more of your noodly arms than you felt comfortable with. Your mind kept swinging like a pendulum between wanting to leave and waiting to see if anyone would talk to you and pick up on your ‘potential to be popular’.
When no one did for another excruciatingly slow minute you got up and walked to the kitchen to take advantage of the free snacks. Like a ghost you trot through the doorway and to the space between the counter and kitchen island, looking over the wide array of food and snacks. You grab one of the paper plates that were laid out and began composing your snack board. Handful of chips here, some pretzels there, salami sticks? Snatched. While laser focused on satisfying your need for food, you heard a low ‘hey’ over the general buzz of the party, but you decided to ignore it, not taking the risk of embarrassment. Another, more insistent ‘heeey!’ and a hand on the shoulder ripped you out of the snack induced trance. Looking over, stood a tall, more broadly built guy. He was looking at you with his narrow brown eyes, his short black hair was messy and the beer his right hand was loosely curled around clearly wasn’t his first.
“Hey you skinny prick, you’re loading that plate like you’re going on a voyage.”
He grumbled, gripping your shoulder a little tighter. The way his speech was slightly slurred and not as harsh as you assumed his deeper voice was capable of made it possible that this was a joke, but not going to risk a kitchen brawl against a drunk guy out of your weight class, you apologised and put your plate down.
“Oh… yeah I didn’t have anything for dinner tonight… sorry.”
His face crunched up, his expression not far from bewilderment.
“I’m fucking with you...”
He stated bluntly, taking his hand back. After a second his face relaxed into a more comfortable expression. “I’m actually a little jealous, how do you eat all that and look like this!” He gestured to you, looking your lanky body up and down.
It felt uncomfortable, it always had. Being perceived was your least favourite inevitable thing that came with being human. You tugged on the sleeves of the tee, desperately trying to cover your thin arms a little more and looked away from the man’s curious gaze.
“Uhhh, I dunno man… I’m just kinda built this way and don’t change.”
The unpleasant expression was back, somehow you were saying all the wrong things. “Are you hammered or an idiot?” The blunt tone was back too. You forced yourself to look back up into his scrutinising eyes, nervously shifting your weight, knowing that you were being awkward but helpless as to what you could do to alleviate the awkwardness. “Look,” he started, shaking his head “let me try again.” He took a deep breath, letting his face return to a more relaxed, casual yet slightly interested expression. “So what do you study?”
Ah, yes! A conversation you had scripted in your brain, this was exactly what you needed. “Art, I’ve been drawing since kindergarten.” You explained, your shoulders visibly relaxing and posture becoming more upright.
“Art?” He raised a brow “You a fag?”
Okay, we’re going off script! What the hell was his deal? When you didn’t answer, his expression softened again, morphing into something that looked more expectant. You went back to looking helpless before he did a little ‘go on’ gesture with his large hands. ‘Wha-‘ you mouthed before you got what he was getting at. ‘BANTER’! Your mind exclaimed, he wanted to banter with you, shoot the shit a little.
“Why, You interested fruitcake?” You tried, playing up your confidence. He gave a curt nod and pressed his lips together in a way that said ‘not bad’, spurring you on. “What about you?”
Seemingly satisfied with your performance, he responded “Film.”
It was your turn to nod. “Wow, what a pair of stereotypes we are… Gay artists, chubby aspiring filmmaker.”
That got a slight huff and a smile out of him. “So you are gay.”
“So you are interested.” You smiled back, resting against the countertop and bringing some of the chips to your mouth.
He waved his hand dismissively and gestured to your plate once again. “So what's up with that? Trying to enter a food coma?”
You shrugged. “Something like that, this party sucks.”
“Yeaaah…” he sighed, leaning on the counter next to you “I’m just here for the beer.”
“I can tell.”
“Fuck you.”
Both of you tried to hide your smiles from each other. Now that you were tuned to his wavelength the conversation came natural. The temporary silence between the two of you was punctuated by the sound of your jaw crushing chips to pulp.
“How’d you end up here if you think everyone sucks so much?” he asked between sips of beer.
“I never said the people suck, I said the party sucks.” He raised his eyebrows in a silent ‘uh-huh’. “...alright, the people here suck too. I was dragged here by my roomie.”
“Who’s that?”
“Alex.”
“Ah. Yeah, he’s alright.”
“You know him?”
“Not really, I just see him around a lot in places like this.”
“He’s out every weekend, I wonder where he gets his energy from.”
“Beer.”
You grin slightly. “You make it sound like a magical potion.”
He chuckled in response, eyes roaming over the other people in the room. He looked good in the low light of the kitchen. Eyes crinkled in amusement, t-shirt stretched over his chest, shoulders and gut, jaw framed by stubble, hair lightly dusting his arms…
“It is a magical potion,” His voice stopped you from checking him out further. He reached behind him, producing a fresh bottle and holding it out to you “care to be enlightened?” He asked with a grin.
It made you nervous, (Not the offered beer, you’ve drank in the past of course. But) the way his dark eyes looked over expectantly, his hand invading your space and the easy and confident smirk on his face. You reached out without really thinking about it, you were supposed to be the designated driver but one beer wouldn’t hurt, right? You weren’t that much of a lightweight. You got slightly lost in those dark eyes of his while blindly taking a hold of the bottle, causing your fingers to brush against his lightly. The contrast of the warmth of his fingers and the cool glass snapped you out of your trance, blinking and looking around the kitchen before bringing the bottle to your lips and taking a small sip.
“No cheers? You ass.” He smiled as he took a swig himself. You rolled your eyes in response, the corners of your mouth twitching up behind the bottle.
“You’re not worth a cheers.” You tease with a shit eating grin plastered on your face.
Just as he was opening his mouth to spit something back at you, another, shorter, man entered the kitchen ”Mike!” he exclaimed, heading straight for your conversation partner. “There you are!” he came to stand in front of you two. He looked up at so-called Mike for another second before turning his attention to you. “Who you talkin’ to?”
Mike looked to you then back to, who you assumed was his friend. “This is uh, art fag...” a loose point was thrown your way before he looked at you head on again “What is your name?”
You smirked again “I’m not sure I wanna tell you, I kinda like ‘art fag’. It’s got a nice ring to it.”
“Ah,” The brunette mused, looking between the two of you, before extending his hand out for you to shake “I’m Jay. Mike’s friend.”
You raised a brow at his awfully formal introduction but shook his hand nonetheless. He was shorter, more scrawny too and a bit of blond peach fuzz lined his jaw. Mike leaned in and whispered to you in a comical over the top hushed voice “He’s not great with strangers.” You tried to concentrate on what he was saying and derive some meaning from it but it proved strangely difficult to concentrate on his words with him so close to you, so close that you could smell his cologne only slightly covering up the scent of his sweat and the stench of beer on his breath.
“Rrr-...ight.” You stutter as you rip yourself out of explicit thoughts you weren’t aware you could produce. You bring the bottle to your lips once more, hoping that the cool liquid would ease your reddened face.
“Anyway, what’s wrong Jay? Why’re you looking for me?” Mike asked when he finally… sadly? left your personal space.
“Nothing’s ‘wrong’, you just disappeared! Rich and I split up looking for you.”
“That’s clever.” Mike deadpanned.
“Yeah, yea-.”
“You can go looking for him next, I’m staying here.” Mike cut him off.
Jay looked between the two of you again, eyes lingering and scrutinising you for a second “sure… whatever.” He waved a dismissive hand as he walked off to find his other friend.
You watch him, blinking and wondering, why exactly he looked you over like that. “So… how do you two know each other?” you question Mike.
You fell back into comfortable conversation, taking turns asking and answering questions between sips of beer and bites of whatever was in reach. It started off quite dry, asking where you grew up, what you were doing now, all that jazz. You did learn some interesting stuff about him though, he grew up in Chicago, moved here to study film and currently lived together and made little home made movies with Jay and Rich. You told him a bit about your upbringing in turn, about how you moved here to go to art school and lived in a shared dorm room.
“Seriously?” Mike asked, looking around the kitchen, checking if the subject of the conversation was within earshot. “You live in a dorm room that you share with Alex?”
“I thought you liked the guy!”
“I said he’s alright, I wouldn’t want to share a dorm room with him!”
“It’s not that bad.”
“Is it good though?”
“What? No. I doubt anyone would describe living together with another person in a single room ‘good’. Unless they were a creep with a voyeurism fetish.”
A small laugh escaped Mike as he finished his beer and grabbed another. He was considerate enough to offer getting one for you as well.
“Nah, I still gotta drive, but thanks.” You smiled softly.
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, putting the one bottle back and opening the other for himself.
Just as he set his bottle down and was about to say something, possibly something about how obviously your eyes have been glued to him ever since you turned around, Jay walked back into the kitchen, another more pudgy guy trailing after him.
“Oh, wow. They are glosing.” The guy, Rich presumably, assessed the situation.
You glanced between the three guys in front of you, ‘glosing’ seemed to have a meaning that sparked a wide array of emotions. “What’s ‘glosing’?” You decided to inquire.
“It’s a mashup of ‘gay’ and ‘close’.” He explained
You looked around the room, grateful that no one else was listening in, at least not overtly.
“... You guys are standing very close to each other.” Jay clarified.
“Oh.” You raised a brow, looking up at Mike and realising that he was, indeed, standing so close that you could hear his breath and feel the warmth radiating off of his body. He, in turn, took a step away from you and hid his face behind a long sip of beer.
“… So, you’re Rich?” You ask with an unsteady smile.
“Yeah, and you’re ‘art fag’?” He punctuated with air quotes, blinking his beady eyes at you.
“Yup, that’s me.” You nod.
”Okay, that’s good to know...”
You looked around in between the three of them, them living together must be quite something. Rich looked the others over as well, trying to read the room.
”What are you even talking about?” His voice was higher than the others, more nasally, his stature was more bottom heavy, he also looked… exhausted.
”Well, I WAS telling him about our movies!” Mike threw his hands up in jest irritation “Before you two-“ he pointed an accusing finger at Jay and Rich “-interrupted my-“ he jammed a thumb to his chest “-conversation.” He crossed his large arms in an over the top fashion.
Rich dragged his tired eyes over to Jay, they gave each other a look that had to mean something before he sighed and said “Well, I’m just about done here, so is Jay. We’re taking the car, if you wanna stay you’ll have to organise your own way home.”
“Okay…” Mike’s voice took on a more serious tone “I’m staying, you guys can go if you wanna.”The guys nodded and gave their goodbyes, walking out of the party.
The conversation between the two of you continued on, both of you informing the other about your craft between drinks and snacks, though eventually the conversation died out as all conversations did. It did so in a natural way, in a way that implied an agreement that the other was a pleasant conversation partner and a silent vow that if you were to see each other again you would have another talk.
You left the kitchen with your now less loaded plate and slumped back down on the sofa of sulking, the people around you blending into the background as you listened to the surprisingly passable music and mulled over the encounter with the strangely attractive film student you just had. The conversation was… definitely something, but was that just a part of his ‘fucking with you’ or was he really interested?
You don’t know how much time had passed when a slight commotion snapped you out of your thoughts, you noticed that the crowd had significantly thinned out. You stood up and checked on all the noise coming from the hallway, you were met with panicked voices and frantic pacing.
“Oh my god, ew!” “Ugh! Jesus Christ.” “This is embarrassing...” You squeezed past the small gaggle of partygoers walking the other way. “What the fuck did you give him!?” “I thought he wasn’t a light/weight!” Retching noises became more and more prominent as you approached a slightly ajar bathroom door. Oh… You felt a slight bout of nausea as you waited outside for whoever was having an upset stomach to finish their regurgitation. After a long sequence of silence you pushed the door open and flicked on the light.
“Hey, are you oka-”
“Hu-whuh!?” The sudden light startled the person hunched over the toilet, making them freeze and stare like a deer in the headlights… well more like a bear.
It was Mike.
His eyes, once adjusted to the brightness, widened in recognition. “Art fag!”
“Yeah, hi. You okay?” You carefully approached him, but averted your eyes.
“No…” He looked at the snacks that had forcefully left his body in various stages of digestion.
“Yeah, don’t look at that for too long,” you flushed it down before another round could join it, “c’mon stand up with me-” You knelt down, draping his arm across your shoulders and helping him to his feet slowly “there you go, carefully.” You guided him to the sink and watched him as he washed his mouth out and splashed some cold water on his face.
“Ughhh…” He groaned gripping the sink “this, I was… I, uh…” he tried but failed to find the right words.
“You don’t have to explain yourself.” you assured him, patting his back “It’s okay.”
“This usually doesn’t happen to me…” His voice was rough and slightly shaky.
“I believe you, and as I said, it’s okay buddy.”
“G-uh.” came an affirmative grunt and slight nod. You stayed with him, keeping your hand on his back for a second longer and handing him a towel to dry off.
“Better head home then, hm?”
“Yeah, I gotta… god, I gotta get the fuck out of here.” He held a hand to his forehead, groaning.
“Easy, I can drive you. I just gotta check with Alex, okay?”
“M’yeah… thanks…”
“No worries, meet me out front, yeah?” He hummed and you left to go gather your stuff and look for your roommate. When you didn’t find him you checked your phone ‘I went home w a chick, dw. see ya tmr’ well, one less thing to worry about.
You stepped out into the chilly night and dragged Mike along to where you parked down the road. You handed him a walmart bag as he settled into the passenger seat.
“For the worst case scenario.”
“Fuck you, man.” he groaned.
“I’m not trying to mock you, I just don’t want you to hurl all over my car.”
That earned you another disgruntled noise but you went about putting on your seatbelt and driving off to where he said he lived. During the drive you glanced over at him, he was slumped over, almost as if he wanted to roll up into a ball of shame. You placed an unsure hand on his back trying to comfort him. He huffed but made no move to further protest, his body was warm and so was your face, but you kept your eyes on the road and prayed the night concealed the effect this casual touch had on you.
The drive thankfully went by without any incidents, you pulled up to his shared house and escorted him to the front door, ringing the door bell.
“I have a key, and you don’t have to baby me y’know?” He grumbled, glancing over to you as you anxiously hovered by his side.
“Sorry, I’m just… worried, I guess.”
“There’s no need for you to be.”
Before you could remind him that you had to peel him off of the bathroom floor, the front door opened and revealed a sleepy looking Rich.
“What the fuck happened to you? You look awful.” He blurted out without a second thought.
“Nothing, shut up.” Mike groaned as he squeezed past him and disappeared inside.
Rich and you blearily blinked at each other for a few seconds of awkward silence. “I, uh…” you started, clearing your throat. “I drove him.” You point over your shoulder to your car.
“I’m sure he’s grateful.” Despite being nothing but over it all night, he sounded sincere when saying this.
“He threw up at the party, I don’t know exactly why.”
“That would explain it.” He mused. “Thank you for dragging him back here.”
“No problem.” You took a step back, towards your car “Take care, Rich.”
“You too … I still don’t know your name.”
You smiled and decided to tell him your name, he repeated it and returned your smile.
“Don’t tell Mike though, I think it’s funny that he doesn’t know.”
“Sure, good night. Drive safe, yeah?”
“Always. Good night.”
With that you drove off, back to your dorm. After parking in your spot and killing the engine you realised that mike had left his zip up hoodie on the passenger seat. You sighed and took it with you, to your blissfully empty and quiet room.
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It hung in your closet for the next week, smelling just like the man it belonged to. When the weekend came and you got ready to go out again, you stared at it for a second before looking over your shoulder to your roommate.
“Alex?”
“Hm?” He raised a brow without looking up from his fire red flip phone.
“Do you know if Mike will be there?” You stumbled over your words a little, too eager to get it out before you could overthink the connotation and subtext of that question.
“Pff… I dunno, but I think Jay B. said he’d be there.” He raised a brow, finally looking up to meet your eyes “That’s his little boyfriend, right?”
Boyfriend!? Fuck, that possibility hadn’t even crossed your mind. Shit, they do live together… “Uh, yeah… something like that, I think.” You grumbled, stuffing the hoodie into your bag. “Am I the driver again?”
“It’s within walking distance, we’ll be fine.” He waved his hand dismissively, pocketing his phone.
So you could actually drink, neat.
The party was same old, same old. Drinks and games in the living room, stoners in the yard, people making out in the bedrooms, snacks in the… kitchen? You looked around the countertops and cabinets, but there were no snacks laid out. The fuck? What kind of dick hosts a party with no snacks?
You sulk back over to the livingroom, grabbing a drink and sitting down on the carpet in a circle with a handful of people you’ve never seen before, watering your personality down to be as palatable as possible.
What you talk about, you don’t remember. All you register is a sense of alienation as you pour more drinks into yourself and force yourself to laugh at the other’s dull statements.
A warm hand on your shoulder rips you out of the mundane, you look up to see a familiar set of brown eyes stare at you.
“I knew it was you!” Mike’s voice booms “What’s up?”
A wave of relief crashes over you as you pull yourself up by his forearm, standing face to face with him like this was making you slightly nervous. “Nothing much… just hanging out.” You explain as you grab your bag and waddle away from the circle’s curious gazes “By the way, I still got your hoodie you left in my car.” You start digging around in your bag, trying to pull it out without spilling everything else in there all over the place.
“Oh! Yeah, I noticed that was missing… I’m kinda done here, so I can come with you to your pl–”
He cut himself off when he saw that you were holding the hoodie out for him to take.
“Ah…” He looked almost a bit disappointed when he took the garment from your hands. “Thanks.”
“What were you saying?” You tilt your head slightly.
“I uh, I was saying that I could come to your place to pick it up, but…” He lifted the hoodie a little.
“Oh, yeah no. I uh… came here to…” Just as you were starting to explain yourself, you realise how stupid you sound. “I came here to give it back.”
“Wow… okay, thanks.” He looked around, making sure no one was listening in when he leaned in and said “This party sucks ass too, huh?”
“Yeaaah…” You nod “They don’t even have snacks! What the fuck are you supposed to do at a party with no snacks!?”
He chuckled “I know right? Fucking pointless…” He did another quick scan before continuing “So you wanna get out of here?”
Your heart rate surged a little but you tried to play it cool. “I need to eat something before my stomach cannibalises itself.” You complain.
“I know a hotdog place, we can walk there.” He offered, slipping his hoodie on.
You nodded and slipped out of the party after you sent a text to your roommate and Mike informed Jay. ‘Boyfriend…’ you recalled your roommate’s words when you looked at the way Jay smiled at the taller man.
‘It’s probably nothing’ you told yourself, unconvincingly.
The ‘hotdog place’ he led you to was about as dingy as you expected it to look, and after settling the cheapest thing on the menu and collecting your order you decided to sit outside on the curb, the parking lot dimly illuminated by the street lamps.
As soon as you sat down you started gobbling down your snack.
He looked over at you with a sadistically smug grin, “you into that wurst, huh?” he croaked teasingly.
You decided to one up him, by looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes while moving the hotdog in and out of your mouth in a suggestive gesture.
His brow knitted together before he lifted a hand to shield his eyes and turned away, mumbling “Christ!…” he stifled a laugh “That’s vile, man.”
Satisfied with yourself you took a bite. You follow it up with “Just wait ‘till you see what I can do with your hotdog.” once you’ve swallowed most of your bite.
“You’re nasty.” You didn’t have to look at his face to know he was smirking.
“Only for you, big man.” You wink.
“How much did you drink?” He inquires with a chuckle
“Not that much.” You mumble around a mouthful “but on a nearly empty stomach, so y’know…”
“I see.” He smiled to himself as he dug into his own food.
“Am I that bad?” You ask, an uncomfortable heat rising in your face.
He shook his head and swallowed before he spoke, you couldn’t help but watch the muscles in his throat contracted as he did. “I’ve seen worse.”
Looking down at your sauce stained hands, you noticed that they were trembling slightly, but before you could finish debating whether or not to lick the condiments from your fingers Mike draped a paper towel over them. You automatically wiped your hands and looked up at him. “You good?” he asked, covering his chewing mouth with his hand, “you’re shivering and shit”.
“I’m good,” you assured him, “Just a little cold, but I’m fine.”
He hummed in acknowledgment, bracing a hand on your shoulder as he stood up with a small huff “let’s go then.” He held out his hand for you to take, which you did to get up. His hand was solid and warm, thick fingers curled securely around your palm as he pulled you to your feet.
“Go where?” you ask, pulling your hand from his before you could imagine it traveling over your body.
“I don’t know… somewhere warm.” He mused, looking at you. Like a batter at an inning, this was your opportunity and you took the swing.
“My place?” You rushed out before you could think twice and it came out sounding surprisingly casual despite the buzz of nerves in your gut. He shrugged, pressing his lips into a thin line.
“Sure.”
Hit.
The walk to the dorm was filled with charged silence, you tried to keep up your calm front while shooting Alex a quick text ‘don’t come home, got someone over’. To an outsider this might come across as strange but to you and Alex it was a pact between roommates. If one had someone over, the other stayed out. Even if that meant sleeping on someone’s couch.
You held the door to the dorm building open for Mike and slipped into the warm inside, leading him into your room. It existed in a homey state between clean and messy, it was average on most accounts, size, view and level of decay, however Alex somehow managed to get a mustard loveseat in there which stood in the corner near the window, facing the middle of the room.
“Oooh, cuck chair?” Mike beamed and walked over to sit as soon as he spotted it.
“Yeah, Alex got that from somewhere, don’t ask me where or how.” You hung your bag and jacket where they belonged and hovered nervously around your bedside. The handsome guy from the party was currently sitting in your room with your roommate gone in the early evening and you had just the right amount of alcohol in your system. This wasn’t a scenario you had scripted, you had to improvise. The ball was in the air, you had to run.
“You want something to drink? We got tea… I think.” Awesome pick up line.
He shrugged. “Eh, don’t really like tea.”
Well, it was worth a try. But the ball was still flying.
“So, how’s that movie project going?”
His eyes lit up and his posture straightened as he began explaining how he was finishing up the script and was already working on some costumes, as he went on about locations he stood up and moved to sit on your bed. You sat down next to him, listening to his excited ramblings with a soft smile on your face. He was even more attractive like this. He talked relatively quickly while gesturing wildly, his hands occasionally brushing against your shoulder. By the time his rambling had died down you noticed that his knee was touching yours, and the smell of his deodorant hung in the air.
“You’re doing that thing again.” You pointed out with a smile, looking into his eyes.
“What ‘thing’?” He asked with a chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly.
“That thing that your friend pointed out at the party,” your smile grew as you tilted your head slightly “you’re so close to me.”
He raised his thick brows in mock surprise, smirk growing as well “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah…” Your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips and back, “Can’t say I really mind though.”
He hummed, his eyes softening as you continued to stare at him. The world around you faded into the background as you focused on him, you could feel his breath ever so slightly on your face. It smelled of beer, but so did yours. You could feel your heart beat in your throat, your stomach fluttering while looking at him.
“Do you know when your roommate will come back?” He asked, his voice low.
“We should have a few hours…” You answered a little too eagerly, causing him to chuckle.
“Oh? So we can glose all we want, huh?”
You felt your cheeks heat up, his gaze unwavering. He looked satisfied with himself, reaching out to gently hold your face, his palm cupping your cheek while his thumb rested on your temple and the tips of his fingers were grazing the underside of your jaw. He looked down at your lips, your mouth going dry. A moment of silence, charged with tension, what were seconds was minutes in your mind. Then he finally leaned in deciding he had tortured you enough.
His lips felt warm on yours, they were soft but slightly chapped. You followed his lead, closing your eyes and reciprocating his gentle motions. He pulled back too soon, looking at you with an uncharacteristically timid expression that looked too soft and vulnerable for his face. You couldn’t help but grin, a quiet laugh escaping you. That reaction seemed to be exactly what he was looking for, he lit up once again, moving in for seconds. He was more confident this time around, deepening the kiss and prodding at your lips for entrance which you enthusiastically granted. He tasted of beer. He hummed, the vibration of which you could feel travelling through you as he put his other hand on your shoulder. It was first base but it already felt like a home run. It was almost too perfect, you didn’t want to ruin it. While his hands were starting to move over your body, yours spent a few more seconds clammily twitching in your lap. He moved with such confidence and smoothness, it made you second guess yourself for a moment before you started to reach out and finally did what you have been fantasising about.
You laid your hands on the soft bit of gut that protruded from his stomach, it was tender and warm through his clothes. Sighing softly you gently squeezed and palmed his stomach, which earned you a slightly disgruntled groan.
“What’re y’ doin there?” He asked in the short window of time where your lips weren’t connected.
“I just like it.” You murmured back, pulling the zipper of his hoodie down to get closer to his skin. He similarly slipped his hands under your shirt and was carefully caressing your skin above your waistband. His hands briefly disconnected from your body to shrug off his jacket and tee, you similarly pulled your clothes over your head and dropped them to the floor. Feeling his larger, hairier frame against your own made the throbbing between your legs impossible to ignore.
Mike made his impatience known by grabbing you by the hips and manhandling you onto the mattress, his body caging you in. His large hands quickly opened your pants and slid them off together with your boxers, your attempt to sit up was cut short by a hand on your chest pressing you back down. He left wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck and chest before he sat back on his heels and removed his erection from his own restraints. Its tip glistening in the low light, he was bigger than you had anticipated.
“Uh…” You tried to speak, voice raw. “ I don’t know if… I don’t have, y’know, lube.”
He grumbled, his plans seemingly foiled by that revelation, but his confidence didn’t waver as he moved to press his pelvis against yours making you shiver and grip his arms. He reached down to wrap his hand around you both and started rutting against you, causing a startled groan to escape your throat. He set a leisurely pace at first looking up at you for approval, when he saw that you were barely keeping your eyes open and furiously biting your lip to keep quiet he sped up, allowing himself to be a little rougher. He let out a series of huffs and grunts, accompanied by some attempts to form sentences that came out as a slur of profanities and words of approval. You could feel that familiar pressure building up in your lower gut, making it hard to think about anything but the hot flesh beneath your fingertips. You blindly pulled him closer, an inextinguishable desire driving you to rip your mouth open and bite down on the tender flesh of his shoulder. A beautiful whine escaped him as a shudder coursed through his entire body and his hand squeezed your erections together. The extra pressure and renewed enthusiasm he was moving with pushing you over the edge, he was quick to follow painting your lower abdomen with combined releases.
You loosened your deathgrip on his arms and let your jaw go slack as clarity and rational thinking slowly returned to you, driving you to cover the fresh teethmarks with your hand in an apologetic gesture. Now that you had a second to think about it, you had no idea why you did that. Before an embarrassing apology could slip past your lips he silenced you with another kiss.
“Didn’t know you were into biting.” He mumbled once he pulled back and sat up, running a hand over the mark himself.
“Neither did I… that just sorta happened, sorry.”
“Eh, it’s alright.” He shrugged and got up, “Give me a heads up next time.” He ruffled your hair before he disappeared into the bathroom. ‘Next time…’ echoed in your mind, already imagining a million things you wanted him to do to you and you wanted to do to him. He reemerged with a damp towel which you gladly accepted and cleaned yourself up with before tossing it into the overflowing hamper.
You laid in bed for another minute before you trusted your legs to hold your weight again and climbed out to retrieve your clothes. When you were modest again you looked around to see Mike squeezing himself back into his jeans.
“You can stay the night y’know.” He froze mid-motion and looked up at you. “If you want to…” you added hastily, feeling a familiar heat rise in your face.
“Yeah, I would want that. Thank you.” He stepped out of his pants again and waited for you to get into bed before following behind you, he moved timidly under the sheets unsure about what he could and couldn’t do. You wiggled closer to him and draped an arm around him, a gesture which he reciprocated. Big arms wrapped around you securely, his body warm and soft. You leaned your head against his chest allowing you to hear his heartbeat that echoed through him. That in combination with the exhaustion from before causing you two to slip away into blissful slumber.