Page 15 of The Roommate Situation

“They’re gone,” he says, tapping his ear, and I remove the earplugs, only then realizing that the noise is nonexistent now.

“Where did they go?” I ask. “What about the game?”

“I asked them to leave. I couldn’t let them stay knowing how upset you were.” I shiver for a whole new reason when he strokeshis fingers through my hair, and I have to keep myself from melting against that big, broad chest.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble as another tear escapes. My breath hitches when he swipes it away with his thumb.

“Don’t apologize, little dude,” he says. “You should be able to feel comfortable in your own home. I just wish you would have said something. You looked miserable.”

“I didn’t want to cause problems,” I tell him.

“Why not? Your needs matter, too. I know we can get loud. We can watch the games somewhere else from now on.”

“Your friends must hate me,” I mumble, and he chuckles.

“Nah, they could never. They’re cool. Just don’t suffer in silence next time, okay? I don’t like upsetting you.”

I nod. “Thank you.” I’m expecting him to leave, but my eyes widen when he makes himself comfortable on my bed, his back against the pillow that he’s propped up, then crosses those big, muscular legs and pats his lap.

“Lay down,” he says. I do, not really knowing why other than the idea of resting my head in Parker’s lap is very appealing, and when I’ve got my legs stretched out in front of me and his scent surrounding me, I begin to relax. I almost fucking purr when his soft strong fingers start to massage my scalp, my eyes closing on instinct. “This okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah, it feels amazing.” His fingers are on both sides of my head, rubbing, stroking, moving to my temples, and behind my ears, and God, every muscle in my body liquifies as I moan. I can’t fucking help it.

He chuckles and I flush. The pad of his thumb moves over the center of my scalp and tension oozes out of me as a shiver races down my spine.

“Fuck.” I’m so relaxed I might fall asleep. I open my eyes and realize my dick is starting to tent my sweats, and I don’t even care. I look up at him and grin lazily. My shaking hasdisappeared, the tingles dancing across my skin are gone, and my head feels infinitely clearer. I think the Advil is starting to kick in, too.

“Better?” he says with a chuckle. I nod. He leans over then and presses a kiss to my forehead. God, I want those full, chapped lips on mine again, but before I can even think about more, he’s lifting me up and sliding out from under me.

“I’m gonna get you an ice pack and then I think we should head to bed.” He leaves and I sigh. When he returns, I take the ice pack and then slide under the blankets and slip my kitty kat sleep mask over my head before lying down. I want so badly to ask him to stay, to sleep in my bed with me, to cuddle, but I can’t, because my bed is tiny and because I don’t want to be too needy. So I say goodnight and he shuts the door behind him.

PARKER

Fuck, I swear I try to fall asleep, but I’m so damn horny from touching Rory and having him purring like a kitten in my lap, and letting out the sweetest little moans and whimpers, watching his cute little dick twitching and perking up as I ran my fingers through his hair, I can’t get my own dick to calm down. I genuinely just wanted to help him after seeing him so out of sorts, but apparently my body didn’t get the memo. It’s like everything is amped up times a billion when I get close to him. Leaving was the hardest thing, but I was going to be very hard, very soon if I didn’t, and I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. My dick would have been pressed against his head.

Crab nuggets. Why is he so fucking cute? I don’t know, but I’ve been lying here with a raging hard on for over an hour and I can’t do it anymore. I slide my hand into my boxers and let out a breath when I come in contact with my very hard dick. It’s been leaking like crazy and I have a sizable wet spot. I use my precum and slick myself up, moaning as my hand moves up and down my shaft. I spread my legs and grip myself harder, biting my lip as I picture Rory’s adorable face, his button nose, and those wild curls. My breathing picks up and I reach down to tug on my balls, making my back arch. “Fuck,” I gasp. God that feels good, and fantasizing about my roomie has me aching to come. I remember what it was like to have his dick in my mouth that night at the club, the way he gripped my hair, the way his pert little ass felt in my hands when I gripped it as he thrust into me. The taste of him exploding on my tongue.

I bite my lip harder as I let out a stifled groan and spray all over my hand, soaking my boxers in my release.

Damn, little rabbit, look what you do to me.

SEVEN

RORY

Another week has gone by and I’m in the art studio working on a painting for one of my classes, enjoying the silence and breathing in the scent of chalk, citrus and turpentine, when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I set my brush and palette aside and wipe my hands on my apron before pulling it out of my back pocket.

Jackson: So Lucy and I want to know when we’re going to be invited over to hang at your new place and get better acquainted with Mr. Gorgeous McSweetie pants

Me: You can come anytime you want. You know that. Except right now. I’m not home.

Jackson: Yes, we know. We’ve been standing outside your apartment for five minutes.

Me: Omg! Why?

Jackson: Oh, wait, I see him. He’s coming up the stairs. We’ll just hang with him until you get here. Smile emoji. Kissy face emoji. Devil emoji.

Me: I’ll be there in fifteen minutes! Be nice!

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