Aiden is missing

Jordan's POV

I don't know how long I've been sitting here on this toilet seat, holding Aiden's boxer briefs.

For a while now I've been concealing my feelings for my roommate. 

I know I am not his type, I know he won't accept someone like me.

So I hid my feelings and suppressed them, dying in silence.

But, when he showed me his vulnerable side two weeks ago, the feelings I'd be pressing down suddenly overflowed.

He cried on my chest, he let me hold him and comfort him, he let me touch him.

I heard a loud noise like someone was breaking it, I quickly stood up with his boxer briefs still in my hand and rushed over.

Aiden was all alone in the room, if something happens to him I won't be able to forgive myself.

However, when I heard Macmillan's loud laugh I knew it was nothing serious, it was just Macmillan and something tells me he's brought a girl from the club over.

I leaned against the toilet sink, my back pressing against it while I massaged my throbbing dick through my pants.

The reason why I haven't gone back there is because I am nursing a hard on. 

I don't want Aiden to see me like this, especially since he's the reason why I have a hard on.

I caressed his boxer briefs, the fabric soft in my hand. I don't want to smell it, that'd be too creepy, however I am tempted to do it.

I stole them out of his laundry basket this afternoon when he was in the shower. 

I told myself I'd put them back before he noticed.

Told myself a lot of things but none of them stuck.

Unable to hold it in anymore, I quickly unzipped my pants and shoved it down, letting it hang around my mid thigh.

I pulled down my boxer briefs and let it sit with my pants. 

My aching dick sprung out, pulsating veins stretched out everywhere.

I shut my eyes like I always did and imagined Aiden, kissing me, my tongue down his throat.

He went down on both knees, taking my dick in his hands, his eyes locked to mine.

"Oh fuck," my hands are moving faster now, way too fast.

I imagined Aiden, stroking my dick, his soft hands on my dick.

His strokes were fast, his lips parted, the way he looked at me while stroking my dick was driving me insane.

"Oh fuck Aiden, fuck!" His name slipped out of my mouth like a silent prayer.

I felt my orgasm building, I increased my pace, stroking so fast that I saw stars, legs trembling.

Groaning silently I shot my load, the release felt like life itself. 

I didn't stop stroking, I milked myself like a cow until I came down from my high horse.

Still in a daze I finally opened my eyes, everything was blurry until it wasn't anymore, Aiden was standing there, staring at me. 

"Aiden...... Fuck..." I quickly hid his brief while silently praying he didn't see it.

Silence stretched between us like cheese, everything stopped moving except the hand on my dick, for some reason I couldn't stop stroking it.

"How long have you been standing there?" I found myself asking.

It was hard to read his expression because a lot was happening up there in his head. I wish I could read his mind now more than ever.

"Not long ago, Macmillan's hookup's moan was making it hard for me to focus on my book so I came here for a break."  

He left the bathroom immediately as if being in the same room with me repulsed him.

My hand finally stopped stroking my dick, I quickly cleaned up and washed my hands. 

I need to talk to him, Aiden is carrying a lot on his shoulders, I don't want to be another burden, I don't want to be the reason for his sadness.

By the time I was done and out of the bathroom, Aiden was gone, he wasn't in the room.

Macmillan and his hookup were sleeping, wrapped in each other's arms.

I wanted to chase after him but I didn't, he might want to be alone so I let him be alone.

What should I say to him when he comes back? Did he see me holding his underwear?  

Does he think I am a pervert? Will he ever want to talk to me again? I just couldn't stop myself from thinking.

Three hours later Aiden still wasn't back, I was starting to get worried.

When I heard the front door open I was already on my feet heading towards the door.

My shoulders sagged when I saw Orlando walking in, his expression as cold as ever.

"What are you doing standing by the door like a guard?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Did you by any chance see Aiden?" Ignoring his question, I looked past him hoping to see Aiden standing behind him but he wasn't.

Orlando's gaze searched the room, it landed on Aiden's empty bed.

Ignoring me, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and called Aiden. 

"He's not picking." He tried again, but Aiden didn't pick. 

"What are you two doing by the door at this time of the night?" Came Macmillan's groggy voice.

"Trying to find Aiden." I replied.

There was a sudden tightness in my chest, if something happens to him I won't be able to forgive myself because this is all my fault. 

Macmillan pushed the girl off his naked body, he bent over and picked his pants and quickly put it on.

"When did he leave the room?" Macmillan asked, his phone already in his ears already calling him.

Unlike us, Aiden is someone who loves to stay home, if there's no reason to go out then he wouldn't. 

Staying out this late is something he has never done which is why we are all worried. 

"Three hours ago," They both turned to me, their gaze burning down at me.

"There's something you are not telling us Jordan, you think we haven't noticed that there's something you know about Aiden that you haven't told us?" Macmillan asked.

"I promised him his secret will die with me and that's what is going to happen." 

"But there's something else isn't it? You did something." There was a knowing smirk on Orlando's lips.

I don't know if he knows about my feelings for Aiden, I just pray he doesn't know. 

Just like Aiden's secret I want this to die with me too.

"We should be out there looking for him, not question

ing me." I picked my phone and hoodie from my desk and walked past them both. I'll answer their questions after Aiden is found....