A/N: Hello readers. If you've read any of my other (very slowly updated) work, you know that I like a lot of details and storyline. This story is just one part, but it is kinda long! Had to write a little something else as the inspiration came, but I'll be back to my other stories on here asap. This one is kinda typical. Feel free to skip to the end for the sex, but I think the slow burn is fun ;) Happy reading!
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Javier Vargas knew his roommate must've been a popular guy before they got to college. There's two big collage photos on his desk with various people, and a little glass case with a few championship rings.
He can also tell by the array of designer hoodies and sizable-for-a-dorm Jordan shoes collection that Brady Olsen was probably stacked too, or his parents were, at least. Javier stares at the side of the room that has been set up seemingly overnight. Javier figured Brady ACTUALLY must've done it overnight. He wonders how the guy didn't make any noise. There's pictures everywhere, athlete posters of all different sports, other various decor. A little rug. Nice bedcovers, striped. Two gym bags. Lots of school gear. A big TV.
Brady hasn't been in their room the whole weekend it seems, at least when Javier is awake. It's Sunday. They were a part of the same orientation group, and Brady also seemed to rake in the attention from damn near everyone. They clung to his words, it seemed. Javier was quiet for the most part. He was sure he'd make friends in due time, but the best friends come from the woodworks, his mom said. Brady seemed to like attention. Javier was more academic-focused than many around him, although he liked his share of fun. He wondered if Brady was some kind of jock beforehand.
Javier hangs up a poster, a tiny set of string lights, stuffs his desk full of supplies. He makes a mental note to get a rug.
The door opens, and in walks his roommate, looking like he's in a rush. "Hey," Brady says softly.
"Hi."
"You seen my nametag? I put my meal card thingy on it, damn," Brady digs through a bag. It's going on 10:30pm, Javier wonders what meal Brady could be eating by now. "Ughhh, damn damn damn."
"Maybe it's in your pocket?" Javier suggests. Brady turns to him, hand on his hips, frown on his face.
"I didn't think of that," he says sarcastically. Then he seems to get an epiphany, and digs under his pillow, pulling the lanyard from it. "Yes. Alright... deodorant-" Brady seems to rush all around the room, saying everything he's going to do before he does it. "I'm going to dessert with some people from our group, you coming?" he asks, and at first, Javier doesn't know if he's talking to him.
"Uh, no. I think I want to rest a lot before the first day," Javier says. "Thanks, though."
"No problemo," Brady says, grabbing a hoodie. "See ya later, Javi."
"Bye." With that, Brady is off.
At 2am, Javier hears the door open, and Brady quietly makes his way around the room. He stays low volume for the most part, until he bumps into his desk, on the metal side. He seems to freeze, seemingly to see if Javier was awoken, which he is, but staying still. Brady continues his scuffle to head to bed.
At 8am, Brady is in his underwear at his desk, playing music softly, but loud enough to worm into the last of Javier's dream. Javier pops up at the sound of trap music, and stares at the back of Brady's head. Brunette. Longer at the top, like many guys these days, including Javier himself. Javi doesn't know how he wants to approach the trap music at 8am conversation, but he's not a fan. He thinks of gently tossing something to hit the middle of Brady's wide, freckled back, but he doesn't have anything on the bed besides a pillow, and doesn't know if the tactics he uses on his siblings would have a good effect on his new, white roommate.
"H-hey," Javier says, clearing his throat. Brady turns around, smiling even with his blue eyes.
"Hi! Good morning." Brady turns his chair.
"Um, could you wear headphones? Or just, turn it down a little, or off. I was trying to sleep 'til 8:30," Javier says. Brady frowns a little.
"I thought your class began at 9. You shouldn't sleep in til right before a class," Brady says. "That's what my mom always told me. You need to prepare yourself for your day."
Javier scoffs, sitting up, a little surprised at Brady's supposed studiousness.. "I have to walk only five minutes to my first building. I'll be okay, I think. And how do you know my class starts at 9?"
"You said it during orientation," Brady says, as if it's obvious. He turns back to his desk, and taps his pencil as the music plays. He seems to be watching sports highlights on mute.
"Why do you even remember that, though?" Javier asks.
"You're my roommate... had to know how late I got to sleep in," Brady says. "And also you acted scared during group so I tried to remember the three things you said."
Javier shakes his head. "I wasn't acting scared, dude. I just don't need to make my best friends in 72 hours, Mr. Prom King." Brady stands up, coming over to stand in front of Javier's bed. He's very tall. 6'3", probably, Javier thinks. Definitely a football bodied, Midwestern white kid. Javier was taller than 5'6", but wasn't quite 5'7". He was always annoyed at how skinny he felt, even though he wasn't even that skinny, just not as filled out as his twin brother, Jorge. Javier played sports in the early part of high school, but didn't quite enjoy them, and knew he wasn't good enough to keep going.
"I was prom king, actually," Brady says. "But regardless, I'm sorry, I'll be as quiet as possible, but my morning routine starts at 7:45. You snored through fifteen minutes before you woke up."
"Let me snore for another fifteen then at least," Javier snaps. Brady shrugs, and crosses his arms. He has big arms. Javier, studying anatomy and physiology, estimates that Brady must be about 220lbs. Not an overly big guy, but still big nonetheless. And all 6'3" of him is just taking up space with just his underwear on. Underwear that Javi thought were kinda too small for Brady to even be comfortable. Javier had planned a roommate checklist, or meeting, or house rules session by the end of the second week, but he figured it might be best to do that sooner, rather than later.
"Okay, fine. But you'll be grateful when you realize I'm right." Brady puts his headphones in. "Go ahead, pass out for another thirty."
"I'm already up, now." He doesn't know why he feels annoyed at Brady's matter-of-factness regarding what he thinks Javier should be doing, but it riles him up a bit. Javier has prided himself on being a pretty laid back person, who stunned in grades in an unexpected way.
Javier intentionally plays a game on his phone until 8:40 before getting out of bed, putting on his already planned outfit, and fixing his hair in the mirror. Dark, thick hair that took nearly years to be able to train and flip up into the coiffed hairstyle he wears today. Javier picks at any tiny pimples that won't cause damage to his face, and leaves, while Brady still bops along to trap music in his underwear. He doesn't remember the part of orientation where Brady said when he had class.
On his way to "Chester" building for psychology, he scopes out the eye candy, subtly eyeing the young men as they walk. There are quite a few attractive faces. Quite a few faces and stylish men that Javier already scopes out to possibly be into other men. Javi himself hasn't refrained from being a bit more flamboyant, getting an upgraded wardrobe of what he used to wear in high school. Just a little twist. He got his ears pierced, which his mom hated, but they eventually grew on her. He sees a lot of Latin boys with a style similar to his, and he figures it might not be too hard to spot some potential friends, even if they just talk about generic things to start.
As he sits down, he realizes that he hasn't looked over his syllabus. The first day of college, and it's the first time he's been unprepared, despite putting everything neatly in his backpack.
The two classes afterward are the same way, except he finds out that according to his syllabus, he was supposed to watch a video before class. His own unpreparedness makes him anxious as he tries to go about his day. Maybe he should've started at 8, like Brady said. He decides to make up for lost time in the dining hall, where he recognizes a lot of people from his hall and orientation, but none by name besides Brady, of course, and the boy he sits with as they laugh it up, Connor. Javier thought Connor was cute, with his longer hair in waves down to his shoulders, and the way he still had bottom braces, and the dynamic way he spoke. It makes sense he and Brady connected, two confident young men. Brady was the type to take over the conversation, though, which Javier had to ignore for most of orientation or he'd just annoy himself.
Javier sits alone, face buried in a laptop. On his way out, he walks by Brady and Connor, and Connor stops him. "Hey, Javi! I didn't know you were Brady's roommate."
