Roommate Games

“Come on… come on…”

“Damn it!”

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You’re still on that boss fight? How long has it been? An hour?”

“I don’t know. Hour and a half? I can’t even remember at this point. This guy is impossible to kill.”

“I’ve been to the gym, the dry-cleaners, and grabbed some dinner in that time. Maybe you just have to admit that you suck at the game.”

“Okay, Mr. Productive. It’s my day off. Cut me some slack. Talk about kicking a man when he’s down.”

You come around the couch and sit next to me, watching my progress, or lack thereof.

“I’m impressed. You’re usually swearing at the TV by now.”

“Shut up.”

I slouch back against the couch and rub my eyes. God, my head’s buzzing. I really should take a break. I’m frustrated and annoyed and I’ve been staring at this screen for like three hours.

“Did you use the disarming potion?”

“Yeah. Two. I figured if I… uh… get his health down right out the bat… He could take fewer hits.”

“Ohh, that’s a rookie move, man. Here, let me show you…”

Your fingers brush against mine for a second as you take the controller from me and start to play. I adjust a little on the couch hoping you can’t tell how much even just a simple touch does to me.

God, if you ever found out…

You really helped me out when my old landlord decided to sell the building I lived in. It’s been… great, us living together.

I like hanging out with you, playing video games, eating takeout. You keep trying to get me to join the gym but it’s not really my thing.

You did somehow convince me to go to some art exhibition you wanted to go to last weekend… and I actually enjoyed it.

We are so different. You’re more outgoing and social. It’s rubbed off on me a little and you’ve helped me come out of my shell a bit, I guess.

I’ve always known I wasn’t straight, I’ve just never known how to… express it.

Growing up in a small, traditional town… it was never really that accepted. And when someone did come out, it was hush-hush, like some dirty secret.

I just… I wish I could tell you. I don’t know, it doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it hits me so hard. The infatuation phase is so intense when I feel it with men… with you.

I haven’t stopped thinking about it since a few days after we moved in together… and it’s been five months.

“You’ve got to whittle his health down and then… use the potion now, not any earlier… and… Oh, that is how it’s done! I am the master.”

“How the hell did you do that?”

You give me a smirk as you stand up, stretching and tossing the controller back at me.

“It’s natural talent, what can I say? Some people have it and some people don’t.”

I can feel heat rush to my cheeks as you stand up and strip off your shirt, tossing it onto the chair across from us. I try not to stare, but I can’t help it.

“You okay, man?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just… too much screen time. I think I need some fresh air.”

“Like what you see?”

“I… uh… I mean…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m actually flattered.”

You’re always joking around, always teasing me. Always putting on this fake ego persona… but there’s something about your voice now that’s different. You seem… empathetic, almost.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I kind of suspected you were, well… a little fluid.”

“For how long?”

“Since literally the day I met you. I just… I figured you’d tell me when you were ready. And uh… I can’t say I… haven’t thought about it too, with you.”

You sit back down on the couch now, facing me. Your lips look so soft, in that knowing grin you always give me. You see right through me.

I feel pulled in by your eyes, your lips, and the scent of your sweat from the workout. I have no idea why I’m doing it as I’m doing it, but I can feel myself leaning in closer…

“It’s okay…”

My mind is blank. There’s no time to think, no time to second-guess.

Your lips are so soft against mine and you cup my jaw, pulling me closer to you. You wrap your arm around my waist and I wrap my arms around your neck.

I trail my fingers down your chest, and your muscles tense a little under my touch.

My hands roam over your body. I have no idea what I’m doing—I’ve never done this before with a man, but my hands are just reacting to you… touching you, feeling you. I can’t stop.

It feels so natural the way my hands drift down to your shorts… rubbing your cock through them…

Oh my god…

“You know, I, uh… I need to go shower. You’re… more than welcome to join me. If you want.”

You trail your hand down to my cock through my sweatpants. Fuck…

My cock twitches in my pants as you massage it. Your eyes are fixed on mine, watching my reaction. I can’t believe this is happening.

It feels… good. So fucking good. I can’t think.

“I… not in the shower…”

“No?”

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to! I mean… I’ve never—”

I see it click in your mind… what I’m saying… what I’m trying to say. Your face is a little hard to read. Fuck, should I not have said that?

You pull away from me and stand up. My heart sinks a little, but then you turn around and offer me your hand. I take it and you help me to my feet.

“You could just watch…”

“You want me to?”

“I think it would be really fucking hot. You watch me… and I watch you.”

“Come with me…”

You take my hand and lead me down the hall. Walking past my room… your room… and heading straight into the bathroom.

You grab a clean towel from the shelf and drape it over the towel rack. You never let go of my hand, as you lean down and turn on the shower.

“Come here…”

You slip off your gym shorts as we kiss. I step back from you, stripping my shirt off. You pull me close again and let your hands roam around my body.

“Fuck...”

“Sit… uh, sit here. And watch me…”

“Okay”

“Don’t take your eyes off me.”

You push down your boxers, and your already hard cock springs up a little.

Fuck...

You step into the shower, and the clear glass you pull closed behind you gives me a perfect view.

God, your ass is incredible…

The water runs down your body, over your perfect chest… down to your hard cock.

You grab the bottle of body wash and squeeze some into your hands. I start to massage my cock through my sweatpants as I watch your hands move around your body: your chest, your arms, your back… that hard, throbbing cock…

My dick is aching for you.

I pull my sweatpants down a little, my boxers too, and my hard cock is now in full view. You’re looking at me through the glass, stroking yourself. God, yes. You look so fucking good.

Fuck… This feels… so… good…

I feel like I’m intruding… like I’m watching something I shouldn’t. But at the same time, I feel so close to you. It feels so intimate, watching you shower like this.

I’ve had shower sex before. I’ve watched before, but this is different.

I’m just watching. And watching another guy. Watching you.

Knowing you’re watching me… stroking that amazing cock… oh my god.

You know now how much I want you. You can probably see it all over my face. I need you. Every inch of you.

I want to join you in there and get on my knees… to take that wet cock deep into my mouth. But now I can’t… I can only look. And there’s something about that… the watching, the waiting… it’s so fucking sexy.

I pump my cock faster, breathing in the hot steam rolling up from the shower. The glass is getting a little fogged up now, but I can still see you as you brace yourself against the shower wall, working your cock harder and faster.

“Keep watching. I like it…”

Fuck yes.

I’m mesmerized, watching you, copying you… moving exactly like you are.

“Ah, yeah…”

I rest my head back against the wall. I want to go faster… but I like that we’re going at the same pace.

I want to feel what you feel… to feel it together. To cum together.

My cock’s throbbing… I can feel it pulsing in my hand as you start to move a little faster.

I stroke myself faster, pumping harder around my shaft, the same way you are.

Your body tenses and oh my god, the way your strong arms are flexing… the way the water is falling down your chest… your wet hair hanging down into your face as you stare at me…

“Ah, yeah… ah…”

“Yes, yes. Keep going. Fuck, please keep going.”

“You like to watch, don’t you? Like watching me like this? Wishing you were in here…”

“Yes”

Oh god, it’s taking everything in me not to cum right here and now. I want to cum with you… at the same time. I want to see it. I need to see you…

“Don’t stop… Don’t you dare stop. Fuck, it feels so good.”

I can’t control it anymore. I try to keep my pace the same as yours, but I can’t. I need it. I need to cum.

It feels just too good.

You lean back against the wall now, giving me a better view as your hand works your cock faster…

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum…”

Your eyes close for a moment as you cum. Oh my god, seeing you cum all over like that, oh my god…

“Come here. Let me jerk you off? Please…”

I get up and you swing the shower door open. You push the screen aside and drop to your knees, gripping my cock in your hands. You look up at me eagerly as you start to tease me.

Oh my god! Ohhh…

“Yeah, just like that…”

“Yeah? That feel good?”

“Really good… don’t stop.”

“You’re close…”

“Please… please make me cum…”

“Mmm, you’re so cute when you’re needy.”

“I want you to cum in my mouth. Can I?”

Oh god… yeah, fuck… yes.

“That’s it, just let it go…”

Oh shit, that feels so fucking good. Your warm, wet mouth… fuck. Taking me all the way in…

Pumping my shaft with your hands as you tease my tip with your tongue. Shit.

I can’t hold back… I’m going to cum…

I watch you swallow all of it, every drop of cum. Oh my god.

My whole body’s shaking and you clean me up with your tongue.

“You okay?”

“I… holy shit…”

“In a good way?”

“Yeah...”

I help you off your feet and before I can really grasp everything that’s just happened, you kiss me.

“Bedroom? I mean… can you… again?”

“Someone’s eager. Yeah. Let’s go.”