Page 57 of The Night I Lost Him

His eyes widened slightly. “Caden,” he whispered, and he looked like he simultaneously really wanted to go along with it, but also thought that he definitely could not go along with it.

I leaned forward, grinning as I stretched out beside him. “I’ll give you a minute. You’ll want more. Trust me.” I started kissing his neck as my hand moved to rub his chest, then his abs, swiping up some of his cum on my way through and moving lower. At that moment, the door to the room burst open.

“Fuck!” I cried, grabbing the sheet and covering Jamie as quickly as I could since his shorts were still around his knees. We both looked up in horror as his roommate Mark just stood there in the still-open doorway, as wide-eyed as we were.

“Close the fucking door!” Jamie cried.

Mark jumped and scrambled to close it, ending up inside the room with us. He looked like he was panicking and didn’t know what to do. Jamie had obviously expected him to be gone much later. “Uh,” he cried from beside the door frantically, “I’m sorry! I didn’t know you would have…or that you guys…um.” He was trying to look away but was staring at me in shock, his face probably about the same shade of red as mine right then.

I knew it was unexpected. I was notoriously a ladies’ man. I’d dated plenty, and Renee was the only one able to hold on to me for an extended period, even though most of them tried to. I knew from Jamie that Mark was straight, but he knew Jamie was gay and was completely cool with Jamie’s entire personality. He was one of the few people at school who knew where Jamie worked, and he even helped Jamie decide which skirt looked better with what shirt sometimes. Even so, what he’d walked in on had probably not been Mark’s first thought the one time I’d met him, when I’d gone looking for Jamie during our fight.

Jamie pulled his shorts up under the sheet, but still didn’t seem willing to come out from under it. There were no bathrooms in the rooms in Jamie’s building, so there was nowhere for Mark to go but out the door, and nowhere for us to hide.

Jamie had calmed himself. “Can you just give us a minute?” he asked Mark sweetly, “I didn’t think you’d be home this early.”

“Yeah,” Mark said, still looking shocked but less traumatized than he had a moment before, “I’m sorry. There was an argument, and I didn’t want to end up in a fight with Jason, so I just left. I didn’t know you’d have company. Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Jamie said. Mark ducked back out of the room.

Jamie sighed and climbed out of bed. He found a pair of sweatpants in his laundry pile, taking off the pole shorts and eyeing them. He’d dragged them through his cum in his haste to make sure he was covered under the sheet. “Dammit. I hate having these dry cleaned. They always look at me weird. Now there’s cum on them, too.”

Despite having just been traumatized myself, I huffed out a laugh. He wiped his belly off with a dirty towel and pulled on the sweatpants. He turned to me. “I’m so sorry, Caden. He’s usually gone all night when he goes to parties. I really didn’t think-”

I cut him off because he looked absolutely horrified. I was pretty sure he thought I was about to freak the fuck out about the fact that someone had literally caught us in bed together. I knew he didn’t want to out me to anyone before I was ready. “Jamie, it’s ok. It wasn’t your fault. I’m not upset about it, I promise.” I gave him a little smirk. “Besides, I’m not the one who had his shorts around his knees when his roommate walked in.”

He groaned and put his hands over his face. I stood up and walked over to him, stepping behind him and wrapping my arms around him. “It’ll be ok,” I said, “I’m sure you aren’t the first person in this building to have their roommate walk in on them getting frisky with someone this year.”

He laughed and leaned his head back on my shoulder. “I really am sorry he caught us.”

“Hey,” I said, turning him to face me, “I told you I don’t care about that part. I meant it, ok?”

He finally gave me a little smile and nodded. “Ok.”

“Now,” I said, grabbing two towels out of the clean laundry that he apparently never put away, “I think you need a shower. You’re a very dirty boy.” His eyes widened, but I just grinned, giving him a little push in the direction of the door. “Let’s let Mark back into his room,” I said simply. I knew Jamie had expected the buzzkill to be the end of our night, but he was forgetting that I wasn’t done with him yet. And I didn’t have the energy to try to make it all the way back to my room and risk Jesse being there.

Mark was waiting outside the door. He glanced at me, at Jamie’s jersey, and the towels. “All yours,” I said, motioning to the room and managing a smirk.

He grinned. “I’m really sorry, you guys. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No worries, it wasn’t your fault,” I said, reiterating it again.

He looked relieved that I wasn’t angry. “So…is this something…people know about?” he asked curiously, looking unsure of whether he’d missed some major college gossip or not.

“Very few,” I said, but I really didn’t care that he knew. If he ran his mouth, I would deal with it.

Mark nodded, though, understanding. “Ah, cool. I got you,” he said, “Well, no worries. You guys have fun.” He grinned at us and headed into their room.

I leaned toward Jamie. “Take me to your communal shower room,” I whispered in his ear. He started giggling uncontrollably at how positively unsexy that was, but I caught the little shiver he gave, too.

I followed him nonchalantly down the hall, and we didn’t pass anyone on the way. I checked out the showers, grateful right then that I had my own bathroom. I was pretty sure my building was the only one with private bathrooms on campus. Jamie’s showers had plastic curtains, with a bench and some hooks right inside, then a shower farther back, with a little ledge but no other curtain separating it. It kind of reminded me of the campgrounds my parents took us to when I was a kid. Except cleaner. Slightly.

We headed for the far stall, and I sat our towels on the bench. Neither of us had a change of clothes, but I didn’t care, because this shower was about getting the opposite of clean. I kind of laughed when I realized we hadn’t even brought soap. We hadn’t brought anything but towels and our horny selves. At least I’d already prepped him. I’d lost my erection in the trauma of being caught, but it was coming back quickly in anticipation of what was to come. Which was both of us.

I pulled him to me beside the bench and started kissing him as I pulled at his clothes. Jamie yanked his shirt off, then pulled mine off me, only breaking the kiss when our shirts were actually going over our heads.

I finally pulled back and tugged his sweatpants down knowing that he had put nothing on underneath them. He stepped out of them, and I tossed them onto the bench, humming in appreciation as I drank in the sight of him standing bare before me in the shower stall. There was a crack in between the curtain and the wall where it didn’t quite reach, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. Immediately.

Jamie undid my jeans and dropped to the floor with them, looking up at me as I stepped out of them. He gave my dick a few pumps with his hand. I was already completely hard again. He licked his lips and moved toward me, taking me as far into his mouth as he could. I let my head fall back against the wall and fisted my hands in his curls as he started bobbing his head enthusiastically, using his hand on what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He moaned as he started to get really into it, and it was feeling way too good, so I pulled at his hair to stop him. The night was not ending with a blowjob.

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