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A Temporary Refuge
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2026-06-17 09:33:19I ran blindly through the night, my pulse hammering against my ribs as though it were desperate to escape.
My thoughts were a catastrophe.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop replaying what had just happened between Raihan and me.
Had I truly allowed things to reach that point?
With my roommate, of all people.
"What the fuck?" I muttered.
"A guy?"
"Have I completely lost my sanity?"
The questions echoed relentlessly in my mind, each one more unsettling than the last.
Where the hell was I supposed to go now?
Returning home was out of the question.
The mere thought of facing Raihan again made my stomach tighten with apprehension.
Then an idea surfaced through the turmoil consuming my thoughts.
Noah and Ethan.
Should I call them?
Would they even let me stay over for the night?
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
My life felt like a relentless sequence of catastrophes.
Why was everything unraveling so spectacularly?
I aimlessly wandered across the campus for nearly twenty minutes before finally summoning the courage to call Noah and Ethan.
I didn't know where their hostel was, and at that point, they were the only people I could think of turning to.
"Hello, Noah..." I stuttered, tightening my grip on the phone.
"Can I come over to your place for the night?"
"My room is leaking," I added, forcing the lie past my lips.
To my relief, he agreed without hesitation.
Surprisingly, he didn’t press me for answers or ask whether I had encountered Raihan at home.
The call ended, and I stared at the dark campus ahead of me.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips.
I never thought I would find myself seeking refuge at a friend's place.
But under the circumstances, I had little choice.
Because no matter how exhausted I was, there was one place I couldn't bring myself to return to.
Home.
Not when Raihan was waiting there.
I finally arrived at Noah and Ethan's apartment and knocked on the door.
The door swung open moments later, revealing a shirtless Ethan.
His hair was a mess, his breathing slightly uneven, and the look on his face suggested I had interrupted something.
Something he clearly had no intention of elaborating on.
I raised an eyebrow but decided against asking questions.
He motioned for me to come inside.
The apartment was noticeably untidy, as though the occupants had been too preoccupied to care about appearances.
"Do you mind sharing the room with us tonight?" Ethan asked.
"Of course not," I replied.
He led me to the bedroom, where Noah was already stretched out on one of the beds, shirtless and looking thoroughly exhausted.
Ethan informed me that I could take the spare bed while he stayed with Noah.
I nodded quietly before settling onto the mattress.
The events of the night had left me physically and emotionally drained.
I closed my eyes, hoping for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Just as I was beginning to drift off, a series of muffled sounds from the other side of the bed disturbed the silence, making it increasingly difficult to ignore the fact that I was sharing the space with a couple
I turned toward their bedside and was momentarily rendered speechless by the scene unfolding before me.
I saw Noah's palm gliding over Ethan's firm chest before gripping the base of his stiff cock. He pumped it with steady strokes, thumb circling the leaking tip. Ethan bit his lip to stay silent, hips bucking into the touch.
Ethan rolled Noah onto his back and lowered his head. His tongue lapped at the underside of Noah's cock, then he sealed his lips around the head and sucked deep. Noah's shaft slid into Ethan's throat with each bob, spit coating the length. Ethan worked two fingers into his own ass, stretching himself while he swallowed Noah down to the balls.
“What the hell are those two up to in the middle of the night?” I muttered under my breath, utterly baffled by the scene before me.
Noah pulled Ethan up and flipped him onto all fours facing away from my bed. He spat on Ethan's hole and pressed the head of his cock against it. With a slow push, he sank inside, inch by inch, until his hips met Ethan's ass. Ethan clenched around the intrusion. Noah started thrusting, each drive making wet sounds that he tried to muffle with his hand over Ethan's mouth.
They switched positions. Ethan lay back and spread his legs wide. Noah climbed on top, guiding Ethan's cock into his own ass. He rode it hard, bouncing so the bed creaked softly. Sweat slicked their skin as Noah's cock slapped against Ethan's stomach with every drop of his hips. Ethan grabbed Noah's waist and thrust up to meet him, burying himself fully each time.
I turned over and attempted to fall asleep again, but sleep remained frustratingly out of reach.
My cock throbs harder with every detail from the scene.
I was still holding my cock when I saw Noah leaning forward and kissing Ethan roughly, tongues sliding together while their bodies kept moving. Ethan reached between them and stroked Noah's cock in time with the thrusts. Pre-cum smeared across Ethan's abs. The pace quickened. Noah's ass gripped tight around Ethan's shaft as he neared the edge.Ethan flipped them again, pinning Noah face down. He mounted from behind and pounded deep, balls slapping against Noah with every stroke. Noah shoved his face into the pillow to stifle moans. Ethan angled lower, hitting the spot that made Noah's legs shake. He fucked faster, skin on skin filling the quiet room.
Noah came first, his cock pulsing ropes of cum onto the sheets beneath him. His ass spasmed around Ethan, pulling him over the edge. Ethan buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, flooding Noah's hole with thick spurts. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum leaking out around Ethan's cock as he pulled free.
The pair cleaned up with a discarded shirt, then settled back under the covers, bodies still pressed close.
I quickly turned to face the other side of the bed to prevent them from realizing that I had been watching them the entire time.
I heard Noah's voice from behind me.
"I hope we didn't disturb our guest," he said silently.
“What the hell was I supposed to do now?” I muttered under my breath.
What the fuck had I done to myself tonight?
"I stayed on the bed, my cock still hard."
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