Roommate Drama

The night was restless. You laid there in Leon's arms as he slept deeply. So close to you that you had to make space just to cool off, managing to get your t-shirt off only after he had fallen asleep. You don't think he'd mind waking up to a shirtless you.

By midnight, you managed to catch some Z's of your own. The earlier events of that night taking up the theme to your dreams. A Leon you used to know, sitting on that usual park bench you two hang out around on campus. The one you asked Penny the burning question. She wasn't in the dream, but you recognized the importance of that locale. Leon is mouthing words without sound, but you know what he wants, standing to take off your shirts, your pants, until there's nothing left. He doesn't even linger a second on your body, his eyes locked with yours. You see his hand reach downward, out of your vision, and you're pulled forward with a gripping...

Blink.

Leon's arms are still wrapped around your body, you've actually been pulled closer to him again at some point in the night. You flinch for a moment as you see a black streak on your arm, taken back to yesterday when Leon wrote his name on you. Why'd he do that? He seemed paranoid, but what would writing his name on you prove?

"Mhm?" Leon mumbles awake by your abrupt movement.

"Sorry. Thought I saw a centipede, or something." you whisper, though without any thought that Leon might still have been asleep.

Leon smacks his lips. "Mmh, it's okay..."

The two of you are further startled awake as the dorm room door swings open with a high-pitched whine. It's your dormmate, hair tousled and wet while wearing nothing but a towel having just hopped out of the shower. He doesn't notice either of you watching him, shuffling through a pile of his clothes on the floor. He turns to rummage the foot of your bed, stopping as he notices the four eyes trained on him.

"Uh, hi..." Ozzie carefully backs up to your eye level.

"Good... good morning." you reply, an asset to Leon's full body spooning.

"... Leon." Ozzie changes attention, causing Leon to shift behind you, inadvertantly pressing his morning wood against your thigh. "Since you're awake, I was hoping I could borrow my- I mean, your clothes I was wearing yesterday. I'm all out cause, it's laundry day."

"Oh, sure... sure." Leon replies, evoking a small yawn soon after, and one from you as well. "Uh, don't worry about it. Wear it whenever you please."

"You're a lifesaver, Leon." Ozzie scoops up the discarded attire at the foot of the bed, afterwards momentarily sharing a glare with you, and then Leon once more. "Is this new?" Ozzie asks, cycling his pointer finger between the two of you as he puts on Leon's shirt. "I thought you had a... a girlfriend."

"I do." you say, miffed, not liking Ozzie's insinuation. "Leon... asked me... if he could spend the night..."

"Oh, I gotcha. No harm there. Strange, Leon. Why'd you ask him? Isn't Dick yours?"

Leon shifts again, for a moment hovering whether he should break the spoon. "Yeah, uh..." Leon stammers on his rehearsed lines, "Um... go away."

"Geez, crabby much?"

Ozzie waves over his shoulder as he steps out, leaving you and Leon alone once again.

"Ozzie's kind of an ass." Leon forces out from the silence.

You chuckle slightly, recounting the days you've been tested by your dormmate's confrontational personality. "Hah, yeah..." Except this time, he did have a point.

"Hey," you start, craning your head backwards to face Leon. "Why did you ask me?"

"I... I don't get why that's a question."

His response confuses you, but you pry anyway. "Well, Ozzie made a valid point just now. Why'd you ask me, if it was-... if I was already..." you hang on your words, noting your misunderstanding to the situation last night.

"Because, I did ask." Leon pulls himself out of the big spoon. "Why is it so out-of-mind that, even though I own you, I can treat you like a fucking human being?"

"Whoa, okay. It was a stupid question, I'm sorry." You sit it out, the two of you under the same covers, miles away from the morning's peace only moments ago. There's still that lingering awkwardness; the part that makes you question why only now has been so tense on your friendships with each other. Why everything has started to bubble up within the past half-day. "Listen, I-"

"Show me your cock."

Easy does it now... you blush intensely as he says it. Something made it more real to you than his commands from last night by the tone of his voice, or, you guess, the overall mood in the room. You knew instantly. It wasn't your questioning egging him on anymore, but whatever untold demons were lurking in his mind. You sit up from your sprawled out comfort, heedlessly removing the blankets on top of you.

Your own bulge stares back at you, plump, under blue fabric. There was no uncertainty anymore. You know what he wants, and you can't rationalize your own spin on things as you'd normally go along with. After everything that's happened, you finally felt naked. Out of the corner of your eye, you train onto Leon's gaze, unbreaking against your crotch.

It wasn't yours, though, you thought; it was Leon's.

Slowly, you pull to the side the left leg of your underwear. You're not sure if he knew before that you're a grower. He probably didn't care, what with your balls churning still from the body heat. You see his hand fidgeting, like he's fighting the urge to just reach out and grab it... gripping...

"Jerk yourself off."

"N-" you swallow. "-Now?"

You didn't need to see Leon nod in your peripheral, he remained clear on intention. Belatedly, you pull down on your foreskin, bringing your other hand to polish the head. It goes on for a minute. You could think up poetic metaphors related to the rising of a ship's sail, or a dishwasher's sponge being soaked in water -- really, though, you just got hard. Being this erect, and naked so close to another guy was... unnerving. Every once in a while you forget who's laying beside you, or that you're even being watched while you stroke yourself off. Something you've not even done with Penny in the months dating her. Leon sits up, putting an arm over your shoulder and you realize he's taken his own cock out, no prep necessary.

"S-should I..." you're not sure where you were going with that. Maybe you tried turning a breathy moan of yours into something intelligible. Leon didn't seem to notice, or care anyway, off in another space working on his own shaft. There's no ruler nearby, but you and he are obviously of similar length, his slightly girth-ier.

"Gh-Mmhm..." Leon lets out a groan, you can see precum forming on his tip. His other hand is running along his leg, copping his own balls as he further pushes himself to the edge.

For what it's worth, the longer you ride along in this state, the easier it is performing in front of Leon. Even though he is sorta out of it, beginning to buck in place, he maintains a likened awareness to your cock, writhing in pleasure of it's own. Any notion that he was straight flew out the window at his outburst.

"Cum...!"

You weren't really close, but at his behest your cock skyrockets into orgasm. It seems to surprise Leon as well, having to shift focus between your, and his ejaculating cocks. He laughs jovially, startling you, while throwing his head back at the sensations. Speaking of sensations, you're under the impression that it would settle down after a few seconds, all the more startling that your dick continues to pump fresh seed all over your torso, lasting as long and strong even after thirty seconds. You begin to speculate you broke your penis somehow, a pinched nerve or something acting like nature's Viagra. Or maybe, that you might've enjoyed the gay thing a little more than you realized.

Eventually, you come down from your unexpected minute-long orgasm, Leon in awe as your orgasm subsides.

"Did... did I do that?"

"Phew, fuck..." you pant, spent after your ordeal, "I don't know what came over me..."

Leon smirks, but swallows down the chance for a comedic joke. He pulls you in for one final kiss, ignoring the mess on your body as he straddles himself on top of you.