I could hear them. Their moaning. It had been going on for about two hours now.
How can people even bang for that long?
I rub my forehead and shake my head at the painful ringing in my ears. Like studying wasn't hard enough anyway, now I had to put up with my roommate and his girlfriend banging.
"Oh, Nate!" Amy screams.
Ugh.
Nate is my roommate. We're pretty close, which is why I try and let these little moments slide... but recently it seems like they have been happening a lot more. He's your typical boys' boy. Tall, dark, good at sport and very muscly. I was not as blessed in the muscular department. Don't get me wrong, I thought of myself as a good-looking guy - 5'11, brown hair, lean. However, from all the studying I have been doing, I have had to wear my glasses. I looked okay in them so it didn't bother me too much, but Nate kept calling me Harry Potter.
We haven't been around each other much lately. Whenever we are, Amy is there. I can't help but envy him.
I pick up another book and try to look for that last highlighted section I made when their screams become louder.
"Fuck" I hear Amy shout.
Amy is hot. She has red hair and massive tits. I used to have a crush on her but Nate never doesn't this. However, years of pining got me nowhere - and here I am, three years after I first asked her out, studying in the room next-door while my friend bangs her for two hours.
What I would do to get just a taste of her.
She's a lot more vocal than he is, but there's no denying his occasional grunts. I determine that enough is enough, and I reach for my headphones, drowning them out. The studying is harrowing and my eyes start to feel sleepy. I hate science. After what feels like forever, I feel the eruption of Nates door shut, and almost jump out of my skin.
Shit, have they had a fight?
I get up from my bed and make my way to Nate's room. I knock but there is no answer.
"Nate?"
Still nothing.
I have a bad feeling, and against my better judgment, I open the door. Inside, I find Nate in his bed, his face alight from his TV where he seems to be playing a game.
"Sam?" he says looking over at me, pausing the game.
He's shirtless, and the bedding is wrapped over his bottom half. I'm insecure being in my weird-ass flannel pajamas now but I doubt he'll say anything.
"Sorry I heard the door slam" I reply, looking between him and the TV, feeling awkward for the intrusion.
He puts the controller down and rolls his eyes.
"Yeah she got a call" he gazes at me, "I think it was her boyfriend or something."
Her what?
My face scrunches in disgust. "Dude I didn't know she had a boyfriend."
"Neither did I," I say crossing my arms.
He leans over his bed and reaches for the bedside table. Opening a draw, he recovers another controller and motions me over.
"Wanna play?"
Knowing I have more work to do, I know I shouldn't. However, before I can stop myself I walk towards his bed and take up the space next to him. "Sure."
We play a few games and before I know it, it's been about half an hour. I curve on of his tackles and he tsks at me.
"Fuck you, Sam, I thought you didn't play FIFA."
I look at him and grin at his furrowed face. His green eyes are squinting at the screen and he's biting his lip in concentration.
"I'm good at everything" I joke, swerving past another tackle of his.
Soon enough the game finishes and he looks pointedly at me.
"I want a beer."
"Go get one then."
He frowns and lowers the blanket. I follow his movements and see that there is no boxer line.
"Naked" He follows up. "You'll have to get them."
I cross my arms and my eyebrows raise. "I just won those games. I think it is only fair you get up of your ass" I emphasize, "and get us some beers" I smile at him. "And for compensation for hearing you two banging all night."
He looks almost taken aback by that comment but doesn't say anything. Instead, and to my shock, he pulls the covers off him, and gets up.
Completely naked.
I look away, and he laughs, walking towards the door.
He is way too confident.
It doesn't take him long to return, and when he does my eyes automatically lock eyes on him as he pushes the door open. Before I can stop myself, I look down at his cock. There are many things that I notice. For one, it's huge. Secondly, he's hard, and third - it is extremely wet looking.
"You going to keep ogling me?" he smirks.
He walks towards the bed, and I'm in envy at the V line of his hips.
I blush and shake my head. "Sorry, it was just right there."
He chucks a beer to me and I fumble as I catch it, suddenly feeling nervous. He reaches the bed and picks up the remote. He doesn't put the blanket over himself, and I can't help but feel irate. He flicks through his game library, and I decide to open the beer and just drink in the silence. I think back to his dick and wonder why it was wet.
Was it lube?
He looks over at me at that moment, and my lips are around the bottle. I can only imagine I look like a puckered fish, as his gaze burns through me. I feel awkward, and I finish the gulp I was taking, wiping my lips afterward.
He's still looking at me, and I wonder if I have something on my face. "What?"
He pulls the blanket over himself, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Nothing" he shakes his head.
I fiddle with the controller for a moment before he speaks.
"I have a game," he says looking back at the screen.
A game?
