How is this normal?

Aiden's POV 

It's been more than two weeks since the incident at the subway and my touching moment with Jordan.

Mr Reginald hasn’t tried anything funny since that day however I also try to avoid being around him when we are alone.

I was so worried Jordan would tell the others about what happened that day but he didn't.

He said it's going to be our own little secret that he won't let anyone know what happened unless I told them.

He has also been acting like nothing happened, he treats me the same and I love it.

I'm hunched over my desk, hood up, music blasting through the over ear headphones, loud enough to drown out the world.

My playlist was on shuffle, this keeps my pulse from flatting while I grind through my chemistry book.

It's almost one thirty am, I am the only one in the room, Jordan is in the bathroom, he's been in there for like an hour, I wonder what he’s doing in there.

 My peaceful night was suddenly no longer peaceful, the front door exploded inwardly, not the normal open, someone kicked it so hard it bounced on the wall.

The sound was so loud it was able to cut through the loud music in my ears.

Macmillan stumbled in, laughing, his shirt in his left hand while the right was holding a brunette.

The brunette's skirt was bunched around her hips while Macmillan's hand was already under it. 

They don't even look in my direction. I should be used to this by now. 

Macmillan is always like this, going out and bringing girls home.

Clothes hit the floor in a messy pile near Macmillan's bed. 

He pushed her on the bed, the brunette bounced like a child on a trampoline, she looked at him with a smirk, her eyes looked so eager, like she couldn't wait for him to devour her.

He eagerly joined her on the bed, his hands gripping her thigh roughly.

The next thing I knew the sounds started coming, my headphones were now lying carelessly on the table.

The girl's gaze landed on me, she smiled as if my presence didn't bother her, as if I was an irrelevant piece in the room.

I went back to my book, trying to block their noise out, I picked up my headphones and settled it back on my head.

I cranked up the volume to a hundred, this helped me drown out whatever they were doing behind me.

The volume helped until it couldn't anymore, it was as if she wanted me to hear her moan.

Her quiet sighs and gasps turned to loud moans, her voice was louder than the music in my ears.

With a sigh I just tried to ignore them both, since my music was useless I took the headphones off and placed it carefully on the stack of books on my table.

The sound of wet skin clapping together, the unfiltered moans of a girl who sounded like she was having the best fuck of her life and the loud groans of a man who sounded like he's holding his release.

These were the sounds  assaulting my ears, unable to take it anymore, I shut my book.

I can't stay in here, I shove my chair back, grab my phone and headphones like they were armor and flip towards the door.

Neither of them noticed me leave or if they did, they didn't care. 

The girl screamed something filthy and Macmillan grunted in response like he's lifting weights. 

I pull the bathroom door open, this place is my only escape, I can't step out of the room because it's already late, the last thing I wanted was to go out this late.

I stood rooted to the floor, my mouth hung low, Jordan was in here, I had forgotten he was in here.

He was leaning back against the sink, his jeans shoved down to mid thigh, one hand wrapped tight around his giant cock, stroking fast and rough. 

His other hand is clenched around a scrap of black fabric I recognize instantly.

It was my boxer briefs, the one I was wearing this afternoon, when did he go through my laundry basket? 

I didn't know what to feel, I didn't expect this from any of my roommates, most especially him because he has never given me that vibe.

His eyes were tightly shut so he wasn't aware of my presence in the room.

His lips are parted, breathing jagged. The wet sound of his hand moving fills the small tiled space.

"Oh fuck Aiden, fuck!" my name slipped out of his mouth like a prayer, it sounded like a secret he's been keeping for too long.

I grimace not liking how it made me feel, my face twisted in a way I wouldn't be able to recognize if I looked.

After stroking his cock for a while, a loud groan escaped his lips, a gush of white-grey, creamy semen gushed out of dick.

He jerks himself through his release, his body relaxes, his hand still moving up and down on his dick.

Finally his eyes fluttered open, it took a few seconds for him to finally notice me.

"Aiden..... Fuck...." He quickly threw the hand holding my boxer briefs behind his back.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat.

I wanted an explanation, I wanted him to tell me why he was jerking off on my boxer briefs. 

For one endless second nothing moved except his hand, which slowed but didn't stop working on his dick.

Then his face floods with panic and shame, he avoids my gaze, none of us saying anything.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asked, finally breaking the silence.

The look in his eyes leaves me in a state of dilemma, I want an explanation but I don't want to hurt him.

I am confused, overwhelmed, my head feels like it's going to explode.

"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." 

I opened the door and walked out, the atmosphere was awkward, if I’d stayed there longer, I’d have blurted something I shouldn’t have.

Macmillan and the brunette were cuddling, her head on his chest. 

They are fast asleep.

I flunk the room door open and left, a night walk isn't all that bad, what could happen?