Zone Defense: Desperate longing for my college roommate (Chapter 3)
I knew from the time I set eyes on Aaron, he was going to cause me trouble
Christmas break wasn't a time of year Nathan looked forward to. While everyone else was excitedly packing to head home for the holidays, Nathan was usually holed up in his room, trying to hide from the mayhem.
Both of his parents had been killed in a car accident when he was sixteen, and he and his sister had been sent to live with their maternal grandparents out in the middle of nowhere, with next to nothing in terms of money.
Flying home for Christmas wasn't even an option, so Nathan had become accustomed to spending the holidays on campus.
His Christmas wish …that it was warmer in their room.
…and that Aaron would keep the noise down.
What the fuck is he doing?
Nathan pulled the comforter up around his ears. Aaron was making a lot of noise packing up his things. Apparently, staying at your girlfriend's parents' house for the entire Christmas break required tossing around everything you owned.
"Nathan?" Aaron peered over Nathan's body to see if he was awake. "Nathan, I'm going to have a shower."
A muffled response of, "Good for you," escaped the tightly bound roll. Nathan wrenched an arm free and blew some hair out of his eyes as he rolled over to look at his clock.
"It's five in the morning?" Nathan questioned. "Why the fuck are you showering so early?"
"I want to get in there before everyone else starts showing up," Aaron replied and then cleared his throat. "I want to make sure I get the shower furthest from the door."
"What difference does it make?" Nathan rolled back and covered his head. "All the showers are the same."
"No," Aaron replied. "The shower furthest from the door will have my red towel draped over the curtain."
Nathan crunched up his face in confusion. What the hell was Aaron on about? He rolled back, but Aaron had already left. He jammed his hand up into his hair, wrenching on it.
Christ …you have to be fucking kidding me. Aaron's looking to fuck me before he goes away.
Nathan wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that after the last time, but in his favor, Aaron hadn't climbed into bed with him again. Aaron was offering him a choice and giving him an out if he wasn't interested.
That isn't the point.
Nathan hauled himself out of bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants with the intention of storming into that shower and telling Aaron precisely what he thought of this stupid game he was playing.
Giving in to Aaron now would set a precedent, and Nathan refused to be used as a sex toy Aaron only picked up when he was in the mood for dick.
No matter how amazing the sex had been last time, Nathan had more respect for himself than that.
The steam from the shower obscured Nathan's view as he stepped into the dressing room area of the shower cubicle.
Aaron's red towel was thrown over the curtain as promised.
Nathan lifted it down and hung it on a hook.
"Aaron? Please tell me it's you in there."
The curtain drew back, and Aaron leaned out, covered head to toe in frothy layers of glorious suds.
Nathan's dick twitched.
Traitor.
"Are you coming in?" Aaron asked, and Nathan groaned.
In, on, under …I'll cum anywhere you want.
Nathan's fading resolve screamed no in the distance as his body continued to undress, intent on getting what it wanted. What it needed. It needed Aaron and only Aaron.