Noah slammed the door behind his situationship with a growl. It was late on a Thursday night, and they'd stumbled in ten minutes ago. I looked up from my movie with a jerk, biting my tongue with shock. My roommate rolled his thick shoulders back and grumbled under his breath.
"What's that all about? I was preparing to get my headphones," I said with a grin.
Noah stomped over and threw himself on the couch with a snort. He palmed his groin absentmindedly, and I couldn't look away from the slight bulge there. My roommate took up most our small, lumpy couch. He spread his thick thighs wide, and his sports shorts rode up higher. Noah was brawn, strength and oozed easy charisma. He spent most of his time in the gym and the rest bringing a revolving door of women through our cramped college rooms. I thought I'd lucked out, getting one of the few college suites. Two separate bedrooms, a private bathroom and an open-plan kitchen and lounge area.
Until I met Noah.
Living with him was like being afflicted with permanent blue balls. My roommate was straight. He was 1000% straight, as he'd told me, several times, especially when he'd walked in on me jerking off once. But did that stop me from lusting after him? No. He was a swimmer, with wide shoulders, narrow hips and a V that could cut. Not to mention his ass. Pure muscle. I daydreamed about him bending me over our ratty couch, making me squeal like his conquests.
"It's nothing Bran, just Sandy playing games with me," he complained, carding his hand through his wavy brown hair. "That's what happened."
I waited for him to elaborate, watching him cup his dick. It was half hard and I could see the outline in his gray shorts. My mouth watered, and I tore my gaze away. The last thing I wanted was for him to realize his scrawny roommate was lusting after him.
"We were out at Tim's tonight. Both had a bit to drink. She was getting frisky, so I said let's get back here and have some fun. She agreed, we came back, making out, and she suddenly remembers she has an early morning test and just leaves."
His frustration came out in a growl that sang down my spine. Noah squeezed his junk, obviously drunk enough not to realize what he was doing. His eyes stared into nothing, a manic glaze of frustration.
"That's rude." I commiserated, even as an idea sparked in my mind.
"She refused to even give me a hand job, just ran out the door while I'm still raging hard. I know exactly what she's doing. She wants to make us official, and she thinks if she teases me enough, I'll give in. She's not the only one with a test tomorrow. I always do better after I've drained my balls the night before," he complained, leaning back with a huff.
I could see the outline of his cock now, just as big as I'd always dreamed about.
"What a tease," I said and Noah grunted, throwing his arm over his eyes. He smelled faintly of his cologne, smoke and spirits. The combination of it made my head spin with a sudden rush of want. I ran my tongue over my lower lip, staring at my roommate hungrily.
I couldn't. I shouldn't. What I was thinking was dangerous, stupid and shortsighted. But the sight of Noah stretched out on the couch sparked something voracious in me. What if we could both get something we wanted, something we needed, something we craved?
"Blue balls gonna kill me, man," he mumbled, and I slid a little closer.
His shirt had ridden up, and it revealed a sliver of a hard stomach. I wanted to peel back his clothing and unwrap him, to see if he was hard all over.
"You know I could help you." I whispered, and Noah didn't reply.
I moved away, shoulders slumping but not wanting to push him. Disappointment sank through my stomach and I tasted bitterness on the back of my tongue. God, I wanted him. Just one taste would have satisfied me. I know it. Silence stretched out for so long, I considered leaving the room. My thoughts raced with fear that he might react negatively. But when I stood up, he spoke. The words rushed out, low and reluctant.
"How?" the question hissed through gritted teeth. He must have been desperate if he was entertaining me. His words weren't slurred, despite the scent of alcohol. Noah could handle his liquor. I'd seen him drink his beefy friends under the table a handful of times without even a stumble. But this was perfect. If he took my offer, he could pretend he was drunk the next day. I wouldn't be offended. I'd do anything to see what he had underneath his shorts.
"This test is for calculus, right? If you don't pass, won't you be benched for the next swim meet?"
Noah let out a noise of confirmation, and I smiled to myself.
"Exactly, coach isn't happy with me, that's why Sandy is so sure this will work. She warned off all the other girls on campus and won't do anything with me until I ask her out. I didn't think she was serious, but now I'm fucked."
Blackmailing someone into dating you didn't seem like a great idea to me, but who was I to judge? I'd do many messed up things to have a piece of Noah. I swallowed a lump in my throat. It was now or never.
"I'll do you one better than Sandy. I could suck you off." My mouth filled with drool at the thought of swallowing his thick cock. Noah grimaced, his arm sliding off his face. He squinted at me with a wary look.