Straight Roommate Page 2

  “Thanks.” His voice was gravel, and another emotion swamped Mitchell. Guilt. His roommate had obviously been more wasted than he’d realized. It would be so easy for the guy to pin the blame of last night on him. Out of the two, Mitchell had been the only one in his right mind.

  And the only one really turned on by the thought of what had happened. His head dropped. He was the worst kind of bastard. He should’ve stopped Landon the moment he mentioned testing the lube. He knew where something like that would go. It didn’t matter if Landon was straight. He’d also been drunk, and not coherent enough to think rationally. Mitchell deserved any punishment he dished out.

  “What’s the matter with you?”

  Mitchell’s gaze flew to Landon’s bloodshot one. It was time to face the music. But instead of an angry, accusatory stare, Landon was sporting a frown. “Huh?” was the only word he managed.

  “I’m the one with the killer headache. Why do you look like your puppy just died?”

  Mitchell swallowed, trying to appear calm, but frantically thinking how to reply. “Rough night.” It was true. It had been a rough night after they’d gotten off together. At least for Mitchell. Landon had just crashed.

  “What time did I get home?” he asked, focusing back on his eggs.

  Mitchell stared at his roommate blankly. Why wasn’t he berating him yet? Was he playing some kind of game? He rubbed his hands on his pants, knowing it didn’t really matter if he was. He cleared his throat as he steeled himself for however Landon wanted to have this conversation. If the guy wanted to toy with him some, he’d let him. “Um, around midnight.”

  “Damn,” he breathed. “I don’t remember shit after doing Jello shots off Lizzie’s belly.” He looked up. “Did someone drop me off?”

  Mitchell felt his mouth open, his jaw working on a reply his brain hadn’t yet sent to his mouth. “Don’t know. Nobody came in with you.”

  Landon made a noncommittal sound as he nodded and returned to his breakfast. He kept eating and even reached for his phone to check messages as if everything was normal. As if…

  He doesn’t know. Holy shit! Mitchell stood and busied himself with light cleaning. He wanted to pace but knew Landon would question why he was fidgety. Within ten minutes, Landon had finished his breakfast and grabbed some clothes on his way to the shower. Mitchell stared at his retreating back, still speechless. Should he confess last night’s events or shut the hell up about it? Would Landon believe him if he told him?

  If Mitchell hadn’t been stone cold sober, he’d be questioning his own memories. It wasn’t as if he didn’t dream about sex with hot guys. But he knew the truth. There was no denying he’d gotten Landon off last night while he masturbated in front of him.

  He gritted his teeth as his cock jerked. God, the man had been sexy as hell with only his penis exposed. Now he was in the shower, naked, rubbing down his body. Would he jack off now? Would he harbor some sexual awareness from last night that’d turn him on again?

  Fuck, he couldn’t think about that! Maybe he’d tell Landon the truth later, but no way could he face a wet, half-dressed Landon while sporting wood. He needed to take his mind off last night and fast.

  He slumped into the chair at his workstation. He couldn’t analyze the properties of the lube right now. If he did, he’d have to think about how it felt on Landon’s cock. Instead, he pulled up chemical breakdowns of naturally occurring oils and focused on the mundane data. It had always been easy for him to get lost in his project, and as long as he didn’t dwell on what it actually was, then he could forget for now. Within minutes he was typing away on his keyboard and reading about alternative compounds.

  Mitchell was in the middle of comparing the viscosity of coconut oil to palm oil when the bathroom door swung open. On instinct, he looked over his shoulder.

  He shouldn’t have.

  Not because Landon was in his underwear with water droplets sliding down his bare chest or that his underwear did nothing to hide the erection beneath. Oh no, the look in Landon’s gaze was a mix of shock, confusion, and yes…a little bit pissed.

  He remembered. He must have. There was no other reason why he just stood there staring at Mitchell, who was doing his best not to jump up and explain. Instead, he sat very still without saying a word. His reprieve had been short-lived, but at least he hadn’t woken up to Landon punching him in the face.

  Slowly, Landon walked toward him. Mitchell watched him warily. When Landon reached for the half-empty container of lube, Mitchell couldn’t sit still any longer. He jumped up and out of arm’s reach while Landon obviously continued to process what had happened.

  Landon’s gaze cut to him. “Mind telling me why I just tried to rub one out and had a vision of you giving me a hand job?” He glanced at his bed. Looked at Mitchell again. Then walked over to his bed and inspected it. The silence stretched on. He was waiting for an answer.

  Mitchell sure as hell didn’t want to give him one. But when Landon turned around and pinned him with his glare, Mitchell had to shut his eyes to garner his strength. Sure, he’d briefly considered keeping quiet, but he knew that wasn’t really plausible. He’d had every intention of coming clean about what had happened, but he just couldn’t look at Landon while he summoned the will. He had to take a fortifying breath before blurting out his confession.

  “Because I gave you one last night.”

  “Son of a bitch!” Landon threw the container against the wall, and Mitchell flinched at his outburst. Landon was panting, his hands balled at his sides. He wanted to hit something, Mitchell could tell. He just hoped that something wasn’t him.

  Though he couldn’t really blame the man if he did.

  “You were really drunk last night. I tried to talk you out of it,” Mitchell said quickly. He didn’t think it wise to stress how adamant Landon had been about doing it, so he stopped there.

  “You should’ve knocked my ass out,” Landon gritted out, the tumultuous emotion in his eyes settling on what looked like guilt.

  Guilt? Why?

  “Wait.” Mitchell took a hesitant step toward Landon. “You’re mad at yourself, not me?”

  Landon laughed bitterly. “Well, hell yeah. I was pissed when Alex showed up with that douche Colin, so I turned on the charm with Lizzie and got shitfaced. Then she wouldn’t put out, so I stumbled home and took advantage of you.” He shook his head. “Dude, I’m so fucking sorry.”

  Mitchell laughed, out loud, with a full body guffaw. The shock of Landon’s words didn’t want to settle into reality just yet. “You’re…apologizing…to…” He couldn’t even finish. He leaned over, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to regain his composure. The man was apologizing to him for crying out loud.

  “What’s so fucking funny?”

  “God, I thought you were gonna kick my ass.” Mitchell wiped the tears that leaked out from his mirth.

  “Why? It wasn’t your fault. I came on to you.” Landon said, a bit of cockiness rearing its head.

  “So?” What is he getting at?

  “So?” Landon shook his head. “You’d have begged for it if I’d wanted you to.”

  That had Mitchell narrowing his gaze. “Just because a man comes on to me doesn’t mean I can’t resist him.”

  It was Landon’s turn to laugh, but this time in disbelief. “Oh c’mon, dude. Chicks can’t resist me. Gay guys probably dream about me just as much.”

  “Do you actually hear yourself?” Mitchell asked, propping one hand on his hip. “Gay guys don’t pant over everyone with a dick. Just like you don’t try to bang anyone with a vagina.” Of course, Landon wasn’t just any regular guy. He was hot. Mitchell knew that. Problem was, so did Landon. Mitchell held no illusions that what happened last night would lead to something more. Landon was still a breeder. He’d just chock their episode up as a college experiment, but that didn’t mean Mitchell couldn’t knock him off his ego trip first. Unfortunately, fighting with a half-naked, sexy-as-sin man had his dick throbbing. If he h
adn’t already been fighting his sexual needs, he’d think he was getting off on the argument.

  “Hey, I’m not talking about every guy. I’m talking about me.” He reached down and rubbed his straining cock through his underwear, and Mitchell’s mouth watered at the sight. “I know what I’m working with.”

  “So do I,” Mitchell said, eyebrow raised. “But you don’t see me trying to prove a point. Hell, I know you’re fucking hot, man.”

  “So you admit you couldn’t resist me.” There was that cocky grin again. Why did that look set Mitchell off? Why was Landon talking about this shit? And why in God’s name was Mitchell’s cock hard as stone?

  “Landon,” he ground out. “I never said I wanted to resist you. I was trying to for your benefit.”

  There was that damn smirk again! Fuck it.

  “You know what, man? It’s not me who has to resist.” Mitchell stalked over to him and poked him in his hard, still wet chest. “If it came down to it, you’d be the one resisting me. Not the other way around. You think some skinny skank knows how to suck cock? Dude, I’d blow your fucking mind. I’d have you so hard and begging, you wouldn’t care I didn’t have tits or a pussy for you to sink into. I could work you up so hard, so fast, it’d be all you could do to shove my face into a pillow and fuck my tight ass before you came all over yourself with just the thought of ramming into me.”

  The air sawed out of Mitchell’s lungs, and he wasn’t the only one searching for air. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his finger still poking into Landon’s chest. His hot, slick chest. Mitchell started to move his finger away, but as it slipped, it traveled down Landon’s abdomen instead of off his body. The man tightened, but said nothing as Mitchell stared into his eyes.

  “Would you stop me now?” he breathed, the lone finger still trekking down its path. When it grazed Landon’s erection through the cotton, Landon winced, but his hips jerked toward him.

  Mitchell knew this was madness. This wouldn’t fix what had happened. It’d only make matters worse, but this time, he didn’t want to stop, to find reason. Nor did he want Landon’s brain to forge through the haze of lust Mitchell could clearly see in his eyes. Without thinking anymore, he grabbed Landon’s underwear and shoved them down as he dropped to his knees.

  “Shit,” Landon hissed. “I’m not fucking gay.”

  “Then you won’t freak out and question your sexuality later,” Mitchell said, gazing up at him as he took Landon’s cock into his hand.

  Now this was his fantasy.

  Mitchell didn’t give him a chance to respond. He took that leaking cock into his mouth and moaned. God, he loved the taste of a hard man. Mitchell didn’t get out much, but that didn’t change the fact he loved sucking dick. If he had to do this to prove a point to the cocky son of a bitch, he’d take one for the team.

  And love every second of it.

  “Holy fucking shit!” Landon barked and grabbed Mitchell’s head as he swallowed him. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he chanted, already trying to thrust into Mitchell’s mouth, take control of the action.

  No way in hell was Mitchell going to allow that. He let go of the pulsing cock, grabbed both hands latched onto his head and yanked them away…all while never stopping the sucking power of his mouth. He pushed Landon and followed him onto the bed behind them as Landon landed on his back. Mitchell did let him ease out of his mouth, but only because he wanted to go lower. He wrapped his hand around the slippery cock and pumped as he tongued Landon’s balls.

  “Feels better than jacking off alone in the shower, doesn’t it?” he asked against the lightly furred flesh.

  “Oh god,” Landon grunted as Mitchell nipped at him and worked his way back to the head of his cock. He didn’t expect a coherent answer. Not now. He ignored his own furiously hard dick and sucked Landon’s back into his mouth.

  Mitchell had every intention of torturing this man, of teasing him until he whimpered and begged, but it’d been too damn long since he’d had a hard cock in his mouth. He’d wanted to do this last night, and in one crazy twist, he’d been given another opportunity, one that wasn’t clouded in alcohol…a chance he also knew would never be available again with this guy. He didn’t prolong it. His own raging hard-on was screaming for attention, so the sooner he swallowed Landon’s essence, the faster he could make a mad dash to the bathroom and take care of his own needs. One hand massaged Landon’s balls while the other worked in tandem with his mouth over Landon’s cock. He twisted, he moaned, he sucked the life out the hot jock on the bed below him.

  Landon groaned. “Oh shit, I’m gonna come so fucking hard.” He grabbed Mitchell’s head again. This time he let Landon hold him down while he fucked Mitchell’s mouth.

  And still Mitchell worked him, sucked him, jerked him off, rubbed his taint, wanting desperately to go even lower to the puckered prize below, but knowing better of it.

  Mitchell dry humped the bed between Landon’s legs as the other man’s grunts became too intoxicating for him to stay still. “Oh god, that mouth. I can feel your stubble. It’s…it’s…I’m gonna be so pissed at you. Fuck! Suck it harder.”

  Mitchell would’ve chuckled if he hadn’t been so turned on. But he gave the guy what he wanted. He tightened his grip and his lips and even grazed the head with his teeth.

  Landon shouted as his cock grew instantly harder and twitched. Mitchell took him all the way into his mouth and swallowed. Landon tried to pull him away, but his hips lifted, his body confused and on the brink of exploding. Mitchell shoved his hands up and grabbed Landon’s upper arms to hold him still while he sucked then swallowed again.

  The roar that came out of Landon’s mouth was deafening, but Mitchell didn’t care. He was too busy lapping up Landon’s cum as it shot out of him and down Mitchell’s throat. He didn’t stop drinking from him until he’d wrung every last drop from Landon and the man’s hips finally slumped back to the bed.

  Mitchell lifted up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared down at him, waiting for the man to stay something. Under normal circumstances one would bask in the afterglow.

  This wasn’t one of those situations.

  “Damn,” Landon finally breathed. “Can you teach Alex how to do that?”

  Mitchell chuckled. At least he wasn’t as pissed as he’d swore he was going to be. “Thought you two broke up.”

  A dark shadow flashed across Landon’s eyes again at the mention of her. “Yeah. Right.” He shrugged as he stood up and made his way to the bathroom, and then it finally clicked into place. For all of Landon’s macho attitude toward women, it was mostly talk. Mitchell knew that, really. But out of all the girls Landon had talked trash about, Alex had been the one he’d said the least negative stuff about…which hadn’t been until after they broke up.

  And Landon had seen her at the party last night with another man.

  He’d gotten drunk because he’d been faced with the fact that the one girl who might’ve actually captured his heart had just pounced on it and moved on. It made sense now why he’d come home last night in the manner he had. Drunk.

  Heartbroken.

  He’d tried apologizing for what had happened by hiding behind his own cockiness. That was the kind of man Landon was. He wasn’t one to express his true feelings, and when threatened, he hid behind his arrogance.

  And what did Mitchell do? Called him out on it by going down on him. Now he felt like a bastard all over again. He should’ve let Landon stay shielded behind his arrogance and left it alone.

  When Landon walked back out, dressed, rubbing a towel on his head, Mitchell opened his mouth to apologize, but he immediately closed it. They’d been friends for years. Now wasn’t the time to pour salt all over his wound. He took a deep breath and smiled at Landon. “So Lizzie, huh?”

  Landon flashed a smile. “A beautiful distraction.”

  “You gonna ask her out?”

  “Hell, yeah. She’s got tits that’d even turn you straight.” He lightly punched
Mitchell’s arm as he passed him to grab his shoes. Landon slipped into them and laced up.

  “I’ve got world lit with her BFF. I could get the scoop if you want.”

  Landon turned around, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Dude. That’d be awesome.” Oh yeah, he was definitely hurting over one Alexis Newcomer. Why hadn’t Mitchell seen this over the last several weeks? Because he’d been so wrapped up in his lubrication tests. He glanced at another tube of it sitting on his desk.

  “What are friends for?” Mitchell shrugged, looking back at him. He made a mental note to pay more attention to his friend.

  Landon glanced at Mitchell’s desk and walked over. Mitchell stiffened when he picked up the other tube of lube. “You should market this stuff. You could make a killing.” He winked.

  Mitchell nervously chuckled. That was probably the most they’d ever speak about the events that had transpired over the last twelve hours. “Naw, nobody wants my stuff. There’s too much out there already.”

  “You’d be surprised just what people want, and what they’d do to get it,” Landon murmured as he glanced at the door and looked back at Mitchell. He had a feeling Landon wasn’t talking about the lube anymore. Then he flashed that gorgeous smile of his and said, “Don’t be afraid to take it.” He tossed the lube to him and opened the door. He looked over his shoulder. “You only live once, Mitchell. Do it right.”

  Then he was gone.

  Mitchell looked at the lube in his hand and shook his head. What a wild night. He smirked as he walked back to his computer. Now that it was quiet again, he could actually concentrate. Thank god he didn’t have his own relationship drama to deal with. He didn’t have time for a man right now. Maybe one day he’d find someone who would get him all twisted up like Alex had Landon.

  Right now Mitchell had oil viscosity analysis calling his name.

  The End

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