"Now, let me get this straight so it doesn't happen again..."
I pressed the back of my hand across my roommate's forehead, frowning a little. His face, though a pale eggshell color only a few seconds ago, quickly came ablaze in a scarlet blush.
"You fainted during class because you had a bad night's sleep and missed breakfast," I assessed with an incredulous grimace, "yet you
still
want to become a paramedic too?"
With a sigh, I looked at Matt dubiously. Thinking it would be impossible for his colorful blush to glow even brighter, he looked away politely, the chagrinned smirk leaving me profoundly incorrect.
I dropped to one knee, looking at him genuinely, my head adjacent to his chest.
"Come on, Matt. We're both student paramedics... You know how unhealthy doing this is for your immune and digestive systems; you've got to work on managing your blood pressure properly."
Finally, my roommate offered a real response. "Y-Yeah, you're right," he squeaked out, moving to return my gaze. "I'm sorry, Neil."
As usual, Matt was particularly naïve when speaking with me, though I'd noticed that wasn't often the case around other people. Simply so, I rushed to the conclusion that this behavior was just pessimism, since it began when I accidentally revealed my preference for men last week.
Though, in all honesty, his naivety acted more like a cute affectation for me.
"Hey, it's all right," I comforted, standing. "I'll cook you something for lunch. Just try to rest up and avoid any strenuous activity for the day."
I turned towards our dorm's kitchen, and predictably, he blushed again. Cooking always had that effect, and I knew he appreciated it more than he was willing to admit.
"Wait," I felt my hand grabbed, and turned back to Matt. "Maybe, just, um..."
He looked perpetually disorientated, now holding onto my hand gently. Watching him struggle to place thoughts with words, I'd never seen someone so debilitated by emotion before.
"Are you okay?" I asked, turning back to face him entirely.
Could it be possible that I was mistaking his apprehension for a nervous crush? Blushing was one compelling gesture, but taking my hand crossed over that line, provoking other conclusions.
"Is my cooking, um," I started to ask, noticing Matt biting his lower lip, "a bit bad?"
It was worth testing; the trick would be getting him interested. But... It would be my first time going in this direction with anyone; I had to be coquettish, and never cross that border into manipulation.
"No, no," he stammered, squeezing my hand a little. "It's really very good actually, really um, it's just really submissive of you to be d-doing that."
Submissive... the sexual preference? He was under that impression because I cooked?
I had a hundred different thoughts filling my mind, unable to decide which to prioritize out of importance. They all evaporated as I noticed him blushing again, still clinging onto my hand.
"Hey, take it easy," I warned, trying to sound respectful. "Roles and personality don't always indicate someone's tastes. Cooking is fun, but I only do it because it needs to be done, you know?"
My roommate stood up from his place on the couch with a sense of purpose, finally releasing my hand. "Wait, so you're saying you're actually dominant?"
I couldn't help but smirk a little, watching him start to slowly circle around me with an oblique step towards the left, intrigued. He was actually beginning to make a move.
"I'm quite sure that I'm not very submissive," I answered matter-of-factly, letting him manoeuver around in an abstract pattern. "I think I'm just good at knowing what a person wants."
Matt completed the circuit, wrapping around from my other side. He was smiling too, and came to look at me earnestly. He'd become unpredictable; dramatically confident, even.
"I know you recommended avoiding strenuous activity..." he flirted, moving a hand to press up against the bottom of my EMT uniform and ruffle it. "If you know what I want, prove it on me-"
I paused and felt my mouth unselfconsciously drop open a little. Confidence was one thing, but this was a recklessly bold leap. A leap of faith.
"Wha-ohwauuhh.." Matt choked out, catching himself. "God, wow, that uhh... Sorry, why did, uhhm, I don't know where that came from..."
He started to slip away, letting his hand fall and looking downwards.
This was it, now or never. I'd never get this chance again, and I couldn't let him get away with that. This was too precious of an opportunity to mess up; I absolutely needed to try.
Moving back towards him fiercely, I brought an arm behind his back, keeping him from escaping. Closing the distance between Matt and myself, I finally pressed my lips against his bravely. My free hand took ahold of his own, our fingers intertwining.
My muscles relaxed as we faded into an intoxicating kiss together, and I let my tongue explore further, sliding into my roommate's warm mouth and rubbing against his tongue comfortably.
"Mmmh.." I heard Matt moan into me, taking control of his hands again and bringing one upwards to softly brush against my cheek.
The lack of resistance was an extraordinarily good sign.
Carefully, I shifted forward, forcing him back down onto the rust-colored couch with a soft thud. Our kiss severed regretfully in the process, but I continued to join him on the furniture with a knee.
"Okay," I whispered, pushing my mouth close to his ear. "I'll prove it on you, Matthew."
Advancing to place a steady hand at the back of his head, I took my own leap of faith, slipping my fingers in between and through some of Matt's thick chestnut-coloured hair and taking a light grip.
I wasn't sure yet how far I could push him, but there wasn't the time for baby-steps now.
As we reconnected in another deep kiss, I let my free hand slide down his shoulder and arm, eventually reaching his right hand. With calm guidance, I moved it outwards, opting to place his hand on top of the clothing covering over my slight erection.
Feeling Matt beginning to massage and rub my member through my pants, I couldn't help but smile at his cooperation. He pressed softly, yet firmly enough to let me feel him.
Though, just how many leaps of faith could I make with him before falling?
Flexing involuntarily, I grinded back slightly against the force from his hand, stiffening more too. Our kiss broke after several seconds, letting us both breathe again.
Still with a substantial height advantage as I leaned over from atop, my partner looked up to me, his mouth cracked open just a little. With another fierce blush, Matt stopped massaging, instead bringing his other hand up to join the latter.
He dug into my EMT uniform bravely, pulling at the elastic edges from either side to drag them down. Surprisingly, he slid my boxers down with them as well, taking them to my knees.
I gulped, my mind electrified by how excited his pace showed he was becoming.
"Take it slowly now, Kitten." I said seductively, drawing his cute gaze back up to meet mine once again. My exposed cock was completely erect now, eager with anticipation for his pleasure.
Repositioning myself to better accommodate my lover, I adjusted forward, removing some of the distance between us. Cautiously, my hand still held a delicate grip on the back of his head, scratching.
With his face still a light shade of scarlet, I cracked a smirk comfortably, merely observing and remaining patient with him. He licked his lips shyly, and turned his attention back downwards.
I felt his familiar hand take a loose grip around the base of my member, and finally, Matt let his tongue slip out, leaning forward to press it against my length. Immediately, the first few splashes of relief began to land in my mind, feeling his warm tongue beginning to lick and stroke.
He started with long, wide waves from the base of my cock and up the shaft, peaking just below the head and dropping back down again. Almost frustratingly, Matt adapted to a patient rhythm that left me only just on the edges of satisfaction, and he continued with it for half a minute.
A faint, shallow moan escaped from my throat, and I brought my free hand to brush against the neat bulk of his hair, my other hand still scratching and holding it from behind.
Matt rubbed a soft hand along the inside of my thigh, still patiently licking and slurping silkily.
"How do I taste?" I asked through a low groan, creating an opportunity for him to withdraw his tongue momentarily and breathe.
He glanced up towards me as he tugged at my member gently, forcing a thick, clear droplet of my pre-cum out of the head of my firm member; a sample of what I wanted to give him much more of.
"I'm... just about to find out, Neil," he answered with an adorably naïve smile on his face.
I couldn't help but smile again to match his own, attracted by the consensual assurance that Matt was expressing. Returning back to my member, he advanced, offering a long and conclusive stroke of his wet tongue up across the length, which again started from the base.
Predictably, I was overjoyed to have my member now totally soaked in a warm coat of his saliva, a shiver running down my spine.
Reaching the top again, he transitioned from the messy lick to completely encompassing the head inside his mouth, pressing down to take several inches further.
I collapsed down onto the couch with a quiet thud, my head lifting as I let out an embarrassing squeal in response. Matt, too, followed suit; he adjusted himself to trail down along with me, obviously enamoured for receiving such a pleasant reaction.