I hadn't been in Xavier's room since move-in day. It was cleaner than I expected. When I visited his childhood bedroom it usually resembled an active war zone. His mother told me she refused to clean it for him since she 'didn't want to raise a useless man who relied on women for domestic labor' her words, not mine. Though I did agree with the sentiment.
When we moved in his father sat me down with a stern expression that made me think finding my internet history ran in the family. In actuality, he only wanted to remind me not to let Xavier push all the chores onto me.
I laughed and waved him away all the while aware that his son had enough dirt on me to turn me into a full time sex slave.
His fathers fears were unfounded. Xavier always cleaned up after himself in our shared living space. It was because of that attentiveness that I assumed he'd been neglecting his room. Rome wasn't built in a day and neither were good habits.
Now though, looking out at his neatly stacked books, tightly tucked sheets and perfectly plumped pillows, I wondered if Rome could've come about a lot quicker if Xavier were in charge.
Was there a possibility that his personality overhaul had come with a late-life change of sexuality? I shook my head, brushing off the thought and mentally chastising myself for sounding like my mother.
Besides, Xavier hadn't really changed. He was still just as goofy, forgetful, and clumsy as always. He'd just matured. An art I clearly hadn't mastered if the raging jealousy I was suppressing was anything to go by.
His cracked window allowed the gentle chorus of crickets to drift dreamily through the window. The night air helped dilute the heavy scent of lavender imbued Xavier's bed.
No wonder Xavier couldn't sleep! The sickly sweet scent was so strong it made my stomach turn. I stripped the sheets from the bed and tossed them next to the door. The pillow smelled stronger than the sheets so I delicately grabbed it by one corner and escorted it to my room.
Xavier, the smelly bastard, was already tucked into my beautiful non-scented sheets when I opened the door. He looked up at me innocently with those clueless baby-blues and cocked his head.
"Sup-"
His bio-weapon pillow slammed into his face at mach ten. He tumbled backwards before quickly recovering and hurling my own pillow back at me. In typical Xavier fashion, it landed about three feet to my right.
I deadpanned him as I retrieved my own pillow.
He scowled, "I meant to do that. Your fragile body would crumble if I hit you with even a fraction of my true power."
Why was I jealous of this idiot again?
"Your room stinks," I said in a monotone voice, turning to leave.
"Really? I didn't notice," He shoved his face into his pillow and sniffed exaggeratedly, "Smells fine to me."
"Too much of a good thing I suppose," Behind me, I heard him snorting. As a final act of vengeance I flickered the light switch a few times. I didn't need to look back to know the shuffling sound combined with an overly dramatic, muffled groan meant he'd buried his face in his pillow.
The extra sheets were in a closet nestled between our rooms. I had my choice between the plain beige set I'd brought with me and the powder blue set covered in cartoon dogs Xavier bought on our second night after spilling apple juice on the ones his mom bought him. Since I'd just dyed my hair and was likely to stain whatever sheets I used, I went with Xavier's set.
After remaking the bed, I crawled into bed and tried my best to tune out 'Lee's Pathetic Pining Show' which was airing a constant loop of Kay's lips over mine. I pressed my pillow over my face and screamed.
Why was this happening to me of all people? Hadn't I been good? A good student. A good son. A kind, albeit asocial, classmate. I'd never skipped out on a group project or gotten in a fight. I hadn't so much as participated in gossip.
So why was I thrust into the center of the juiciest scandal in our department since a professor got caught having an affair with his TA! To make matters worse, I was the only person who could ever know.
I wouldn't dream of outing Kay or anyone else for that matter. Which left only the involved parties in terms of discussion. I'd already resolved not to tell Xavier. And if I tell Kay I admit I know about his feelings for Xavier AND get to inform Kay he inadvertently kissed some friendless background character. If I were him I'd never want to see me again.
My mother was right. I should've made more friends. Or at least gotten a goldfish.
***
Sweat slicked skin pressed against mine.
A bruising grip on my thighs.
Something inside me, stretching me open better than I'd ever managed on my own.
My eyes fluttered open. I let out a punched-out gasp. I tilted my head up to see the man hovering over me. Soft brown eyes, crinkled at the edges, stared down at me with fire and affection. Dark hair fell down partially obscuring the gaze but doing little to dampen its intensity.
The finger inside me curled up. I threw my head back and cried out. My voice was strained, like I'd been shouting for some time now. It didn't make sense but I couldn't voice my frustrations. Not with his fingers doggedly abusing my prostate.
"You look so pretty under me," His voice was gravelly and filled with desire.
This was a dream, it had to be a dream. Pain bloomed in my chest. I looked away. Tears burned in my eyes but I pushed them down. I couldn't let this chance pass by.
"Kay," I forced out between wanton moans. Pleasure streaked up my spine. My heart beat out of my chest. A soft buzzing hum in my ears told me I was close, "Please!"
I sounded pathetic, I knew I did. But it was my dream, I could cry if I wanted to.
My hips twisted down in desperation as Kay pulled back teasingly. A litany of 'pleases' fell from my lips with the edge of my release in sight.
Strong fingers closed around my cock. His grip was warm and tight. I twisted helplessly, unsure if I wanted to move forward into his hand or backward onto his fingers.
"No no no," Kay clicked his tongue. His fingers freed my aching cock and he pressed his palm down on my stomach, pinning me to the bed.
It was agonizing.
It was thrilling.
It was everything.
"I need-" I gasped. Tears trickled from the corners of my eyes. I shook my head wildly, trying to shake off the unbearable itch from being denied release.
"I know exactly what you need, Lee,"
My name on his lips did me in. I cried out and strained against his hold. Cum splattered over my stomach and his hand. He pressed down on my stomach as I rode out the aftershocks.
I opened my eyes just in time to see him lift the hand that'd been on my stomach to his mouth. He grinned at me teasingly as he voraciously lapped up my-.
The sun was up.
Xavier's stupid kiddie sheets were wet.
I wanted to die.