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Chapter Four

Ryan

I took a big bite of my ham-and-cheese bagel right as my character got whacked in the face by a massive sword, the screen fading to red. Damn. I had to start this level over again. I leaned back against the wall, stretched out my legs on the bed, and focused on the handheld game in my hands.

Two weeks had passed, and I still wasn’t back in my dorm.

Not that I was complaining. Although Jay definitely was. Loudly. And frequently.

It was kind of cute.

No matter how much he fought it, he had to admit that we fit pretty well together. I respected his space; he respected mine. We kept the dorm clean, except for the occasional stray socks or boxers usually contributed by me. We even had some of the same class times on certain days, which I only knew because I’d walk a few feet behind him on the way to class. He had made it very clear that he couldn’t be seen being too friendly with me .

At first I thought it was maybe because I smelled, but a quick pit sniff test scratched out that theory.

Then I thought it was because he was a loner type, but that didn’t make sense from the snippets of information I was able to pull from him. He had come from a school in New York and had apparently been quite popular over there. He was majoring in Environmental Science, which did give me pause, considering my family wasn’t exactly one with the environment.

Meanwhile, I played my video games while occasionally dreaming of making them. I did join the rowing crew, which was a great way to get a daily workout in. Out of all the sports I’d played, I had to admit rowing was my favorite. Something about the camaraderie with my crew and the serenity of the water as we sliced through it always scratched an itch in the back of my brain.

The door to the dorm opened. In walked Jay, black backpack hanging off one shoulder, his light brown hair getting longer and slightly messier. He wore a pair of thin dark blue shorts that showed off those long and strong dancer legs of his.

“Hey, man,” I said, my attention being so consumed by those sexy-ass legs that my character died again. “How was rehearsal?”

“It was good. I’ve got pretty much all the choreo and blocking down.” He dropped his book bag on his chair and glanced at the television I had set up on my desk, aimed so that I could be lying down on my bed and still play. “What game is that?”

I perked up. Jay rarely ever took an interest in anything I was doing. It was usually the exact opposite. Guess rehearsals really did go great today .

“It’s the new Final Fantasy. I love this shit. I’ve played pretty much all of them.”

“Aren’t there like a hundred of them?”

“Fifteen, but if there were a hundred, I’d play all of them too.”

Jay crossed his arms and cocked his head. He looked over to the bathroom, and I figured he was going to go and shower, our conversation over. But he surprised me again by sitting down on his bed instead. “What do you like about it?”

“What don’t I like about it would be an easier question to answer.” I dove into a lecture about what made Final Fantasy so special. The different characters, the bonkers storylines, the action and adventure, the mix of sci-fi and fantasy, the romance, the chocobos.

“The choco—wha?” Jay asked, for once not interrupting me with an eye roll or a sassy little quip.

“The chocobos. They’re like big yellow chickens you can ride around the game on. They’re fucking iconic.” Jay chuckled at that. He took off his socks and bundled them together. I couldn’t help but notice how big his feet were, which made me wonder if everything else about him was proportional or not.

“So you ride around on Big Bird while you swing a sword and cast some magic spells?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Sounds fun.” He got up from the bed, and then, as if remembering he was supposed to hate me, he added, “Not that I’d ever play it or anything. Whatever you like has got to be bad in some way or another.”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re a terrible influence, and I can’t be drawn in by whatever you’re trying to sell.” He went over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer.

I set the controller aside and moved to the edge of my bed, planting my feet on the floor and keeping my gaze pinned on Jay. “Alright, spill it. Why do you hate me so damn much?” I arched a brow and shot him a smirk. “Is it because of my insanely good looks and huge, hung, thick co?—”

“No,” Jay quickly cut me off. “It’s got nothing to do with any of that.”

“What does it have to do with, then?”

Jay narrowed his eyes to tiny slits. If daggers could fly from his pupils, I’m sure my chest would be impaled by about a dozen of them in that moment. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I want to shower and go over some lines. That’s it.”

Jay was likely close to my age—turned twenty-one a few months back—but he could wear a stern face in the way a stubborn eighty-year-old man would. He had a kind of maturity to him that I honestly found really hot. It was like he was one of the only few people I’d ever met who had their head screwed on right. He believed in what he believed in and stuck by it. That kind of conviction was attractive to me, even though it meant he was sticking to his strong dislike of me.

Definitely not hate. I couldn’t imagine Jay ever hating me. Not with the sneaky looks he gave me, or the flashes of the smile he’d offer me.

“Alright, go shower. You smell anyway.”

“What? No I don’t.” His eyebrows inched together. I could see his nose twitching. Probably trying to check himself.

God, I loved messing with him.

“I never said you smelled bad.” I gave him a wink and a grin as I leaned back into my pillows and grabbed the controller. I crossed my legs at the ankles and started the game up again. “I don’t think it’s even possible for you to smell bad. You always smell like… I dunno, roses? A little bit of leather? Some woodsy shit? Whatever it is, you always smell great.”

Jay pursed his lips and looked down at the bundle of clothes in his hands. “It’s Frank Slater. They make sure to source their colognes from all-natural ingredients. I didn’t know you liked it so much.”

“Jay, anything you do, wear, or say, I’m probably going to like.”

He looked like he was going to say some other smart, sarcastic comment that was going to make me want to kiss him even more. Instead, he shook his head and walked into the bathroom, sliding the door shut and locking it. The sound of the shower running came next, and I tried—really, I did—to not imagine him undressing only a couple of feet away from me.

I tried, and I failed. I could already practically imagine how his body would look standing naked and wet in front of me, water beading down his chest, over the divots of his hips, down his long and tasty dick.

I wanted him. Bad.

I set the controller down and slipped a hand into my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so I didn’t have to push anything aside or pull anything out. I shut my eyes and stroked. I’d been horny all day, so it didn’t take me long at all to get fully hard, my tip already wet with precum. In fact, ever since I started rooming with Jay, I found myself horny twenty-four seven. Normally, my sex drive was already high enough as it was, but something about being in such close quarters with a guy I wanted to lick from head to head to toe and back again made me sport a permanent boner.

My strokes got longer, my grip a little tighter. I could still hear the shower going. I throbbed in my grip, my balls feeling so fucking full.

Whatever, fuck it. I could blow off a quick nut and get back to thinking straight. I lifted my ass and pulled down my shorts. My stiff cock got stuck in the waistband and slapped my stomach when it was free.

I opened my legs and let a soft sigh escape my lips as I jerked off.

My strokes got faster, my balls tighter. Fuck, I wish I had Jay’s mouth to blow in.

Now that would be— “Ahhhhh!”

The shout came from inside the bathroom. I managed to pull up my shorts and get back onto my feet as the door slid open and Jay flew out. The towel that had been wrapped around his waist got snagged on the door handle and was yanked off, leaving him completely naked and falling directly into my arms. The water from the shower started to soak through my shirt and shorts. My cock twitched—so did Jay’s.

Well… this was certainly one way to live out my fantasy. The power of manifestation was pretty damn wild, huh? I had to remember to apologize to my crystal-carrying cousin, who always told me all I had to do to receive something was ask the universe for it.

Okay, universe, now please make Jay’s cock land in my mouth. Pretty please?