Page 7 of Loud Hot Roomie
Clothes are everywhere. Dresser, desk, bed, floor. There’s even a pair of boxers hanging from the ceiling fan. What the actual fuck? But that’s just the beginning. Energy drink cans are piled up by his bed as if he’s deemed that spot his dedicated trash can. The television is on and a character from a video game stands in place, wiggling every so often, as if ready for him to continue playing.
And then there’s Riko.
Butt-ass naked with his XBOX remote still in hand, barely covering his dick. His mouth hangs open as he sleeps, a bright red sucker stuck to the inside of his cheek, and red drool staining the side of his face.
The first thing I do is snatch the boxers off the ceiling fan and toss them at his dick to cover that shit up. The next thing I do is flick on the overhead light.
“Wake up,” I growl, as I kick the pile of cans. “Now.”
The kid keeps on snoring softly, completely oblivious to the stalking lion in his room. With every second that passes, anger surges through me, hot and furious. I’m normally pretty fucking chill, but Riko has this way of finding my button and stomping on it. I didn’t know the damn button existed until I met him the day he moved in. But it’s there. Bright and red and just aching for Riko to mash on it.
I use my booted foot to nudge at his shoulder to wake him up. He groans, rolls away from it onto his side, and I’m given aprime view of his ass. I don’t want to look, but my eyes travel to the swell of his smooth, hairless muscular cheeks, and heat stirs in my gut.
Since fucking when, Derek?
I ignore the flash of desire. I’m just overdue to get my dick sucked, and no matter how many potential ladies I meet on the app, I still can’t seem to pull the trigger with one.
Perhaps you’d prefer the opposite sex?
Rather than figuring out my sex life at this exact moment, I focus on the problem at hand. Riko fucking Valentine. He’s a literal mess and it’s driving me insane.
“Don’t you have class to get to?” I demand, voice rising as I start nudging his bubble butt with the tip of my boot. “Seriously, get the fuck up, dude, so we can have a conversation.”
He groans and pushes his ass against my foot. Another flare of heat burns hot through me.
This isn’t working.
I snatch up a half-eaten bowl of popcorn and storm out of his room. After dumping it in the trash downstairs, I fill it with cold sink water and head back upstairs. I’m nice enough to move the XBOX remote and his phone, but then I take great satisfaction in pouring the whole damn thing on his head.
A guttural cry of shock rips out of him as he sits up ramrod straight in bed. Bloodshot eyes dart all round until they land on me. With a whine, he pulls the sucker off his cheek and then scowls at me.
“You sleep like the dead,” I say cheerily. “Get up.”
He blinks slowly and uses his bicep to wipe away the water on his face. “What the fuck, man?”
“The fuck that is up is me. I’ve been stewing over the horror show you left my kitchen in. It’s time to lay down some ground rules.”
“I’ll clean it up later,” he says with a yawn. “No biggie.”
I grit my teeth together. “It’s a big deal to me. I don’t want to live in a shit hole.”
His normally playful, teasing expression is gone and his eyebrows slam together. “I said I’d clean it up later. Get off my nuts, bro.”
Of course I can’t help but dart my eyes to said nuts. His cock is alert and standing at attention. This fucker doesn’t give a shit that he’s naked for all to see. Well, not all. Just me. But still, he doesn’t care.
“I’ll be in the kitchen. Put some clothes on.”
He shoots me a scathing glare. “You’re not my dad.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“No, I’m not,” I grind out. “If I were, I’d have beat your ass for being a little shit.”
Signs of his usual self glimmer in the devious glint in his eyes. He rises to his feet and turns his back to me, grinning over his shoulder. “Go on. Get it out of your system. You can use your belt if you promise to kiss it afterwards.”
My cock fucking jolts in my uniform slacks.
“Fuck off,” I say as I storm past him. It takes everything in me not to swat his ass. My hand itches to knock a little sense into him.
