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The Roommates: Part 8
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2025-07-03 08:15:34The door slammed shut behind Jonas, his bag hitting the floor with a thud. The heat in the dorm room wasn't from the weather, it was Rafael's gaze.
Jonas didn't even get a word out. In two strides, Rafael was in front of him, slamming a hand against the wall right beside Jonas' head. The other curled into the front of his shirt, gripping it tight. "Did you enjoy it?" Rafael's voice was low, shaking with restrained fury. "His hand on your waist. His eyes on you like he owned you." Jonas smirked, mocking, hiding the tremble under his skin. "You mean like how that girl had her tits pressed on your arm like she wanted to devour you whole?" Rafael growled, dragging him off the wall and slamming him against it again. "Jealous?" "Possessive," Jonas hissed. "The kind that wants to bite, not whine." And that's all it took. Lips crashed. Teeth clashed. This wasn't kissing.
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Day 13. Nathan woke up, body limp, butthole sore, and shaft kissed red from ghostly worship. Sheets were clinging in places he didn't want to talk about. His legs refused to move. His neck had bite marks, from air. He stared up at the ceiling fan like it could offer him therapy. "You didn't hold back at all…" His voice cracked. The silence was suspiciously smug. And then the mirror fogged. "YOU BEGGED." Nathan groaned into his pillow. --- Kitchen crawl of shame He managed to crawl, crawl, to the kitchen, dragging a blanket behind him like a war survivor. He poured water with trembling hands, only to feel a breeze lift his shirt and stroke his shaft. Gently. Intimately. As if proud of its own sin. "Stop it." A whisper on his neck: "MAKE ME."
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Day 12.Nathan stood in front of the mirror, shirt halfway lifted, watching nothing.But feeling everything.A cold draft curled around his hips.Then pressure.A slow, deliberate push against the small of his back, right where the spine dipped, where breath got caught and eyes fluttered shut.His reflection stared back at him, lips parted, chest heaving, while unseen hands traveled lower.His knees knocked."You're not gonna let me get dressed, are you?"The lights flickered.Then the mirror fogged again."WHY BOTHER?"Nathan grinned despite himself.The ghost's answer was always maddeningly simple, and brutally effective.Now pressed against the vanity, his reflection fogged and blurred, Nathan gasped as fingers, cold and knowing, slid beneath the waistband of his briefs.They gripped.Lifted.Pulled him back into a cruel rhythm that wasn't mean
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Day 10. Nathan woke up feeling lighter than he had in weeks. His limbs stretched loose under the sheets, muscles relaxed in a way that felt almost foreign. There was no lingering tension in his shoulders. No racing heart. No gnawing edge of dread waiting to greet him the second his eyes opened. Just… calm. Oddly calm. He blinked slowly, letting the soft gray morning light spill across the ceiling as the realization sank in. Whatever kind of sleep that had been, it wasn’t normal. Not for him. Deep. Heavy. Restful in a way that left him floating. Too good, honestly. And then, like flipping a light switch, he remembered. What the ghost had done. Nathan’s breath hitched in his throat, and instinctively, his hand drifted lazily down his torso. His skin still hummed faintly, as if his body hadn’t caught up with the fact that no one was touch
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Day 9.Nathan decided to go grocery shopping. With the rent barely making a dent in his wallet, he could finally afford a few indulgences in his cart."...I'm leaving. Gonna grab some things. Be back later."He said it out loud, more out of habit than expectation. Talking to the air had become second nature now, as if silence would feel too lonely otherwise.But just as he stepped out and reached to lock the door behind him, a cool breeze brushed across his cheek, gentle, deliberate.He paused."You're coming with me?"A soft tap landed on his shoulder.That was a yes.When he reached the grocery store, Nathan pulled out his list and grabbed a cart. He opted for more fresh goods than preserved ones, simple, clean, nothing fancy.The place was more crowded than he liked. Too many people. Too much noise. So he made up his mind to move quickly, grab what he needed, and get out.In the hou
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Day 8. Nathan didn't care anymore. He didn't feel alone. Nathan was cooking dinner, humming quietly to himself. Eggs. Fried rice. A comfort meal, cheap and filling. The pan sizzled. Then it shivered. He frowned. Reached to adjust the heat. But the knob turned on its own, lowering to a gentle simmer. He blinked. "...Thanks?" He didn't expect an answer. Didn't need one either. He was already used to the weirdness. --- Later that night, he sat at his desk, sketching. He'd found an old charcoal pencil buried in the drawer earlier. Looked untouched, like it had been waiting. He didn't question it. The lines came easy tonight. Curved strokes, soft shading, something…familiar. Halfway through, he realized wha
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