บททั้งหมดของ PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The bus hummed steadily down the highway, the low rumble of the engine mixing with the occasional soft snores from teammates scattered throughout the cabin. Liam sat rigid in his seat near the back, every muscle locked tight, staring out the window at the passing blur of trees and road signs. He hadn’t moved in what felt like hours.Raphael’s head was still resting on his shoulder.The weight was warm and surprisingly heavy, Raphael’s dark hair brushing against the side of Liam’s neck with every small shift of the bus. His breathing was deep and even, completely relaxed in sleep, one hand loosely resting on the armrest between them. Every time the bus hit a bump, Raphael’s body pressed a little closer, his shoulder molding against Liam’s, the faint scent of his shampoo filling Liam’s senses.Liam hadn’t pushed him off.He told himself it was because he didn’t want to wake Raphael and deal with the awkwardness. He told himself it was because the bus was full and there was nowhere else

Liam raced to the bathroom his face burning in embarrassment.He slammed the bathroom door behind him and locked it with shaking fingers. He pressed his back against the wood, breathing hard, a hotel pillow clutched desperately in front of his crotch to hide the obvious, aching bulge in his sweatpants. His cock was rock hard, throbbing painfully against the fabric, the head already leaking steadily, soaking through the material.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.How the hell did he end up tangled in Raphael's arms like a puppy desperate for attention. He could still vividly remember the sensation of Raphael's warm hard body against his, their legs tangled like a fucking couple. How the hell had they discarded the pillow wall and why the hell did Raphael seem so pleased for the cuddling. He'd even felt Raphael's own cock. Shit! His thigh was right below it.Liam’s own cock jumped at the memory. Shame burned through him like acid, but the arousal wouldn’t fade. It only grew stronger.He turned on the c

Liam had barely Cracked the door open when the entire team piled into the room like a chaotic wave. Marcus led the charge, Big Mike right behind him, with Lee, Fred, Kowalski, and a few others crowding in, laughing and shoving each other.“Yo, what the hell is going on in here?” Marcus said, eyes darting between the rumpled bed and Liam’s flushed face. “You two look like you just got caught doing something nasty.”Big Mike let out a booming laugh, dropping onto the edge of the bed without invitation. “So… how was sleeping in one bed, boys? Did you cuddle? Who stole the blankets? Did either of you wake up spooning?”The room exploded in laughter and whistles. Lee leaned against the wall, grinning. “Come on, Cap. Spill. Was it spooning or was it big spoon/little spoon situation?”Fred joined in, “Bet Raphael was the big spoon. He looks like he’d hog the blankets.”Liam’s face burned. He crossed his arms, trying to look composed. "Really. Really guys? That's what you're starting with? Sh

Liam stood frozen in the scorching heat of the sauna, completely naked.His towel lay crumpled at his feet like a betrayal. His cock stood hard and flushed, curving upward, the head glistening with pre-cum in the dim, steamy light. Sweat rolled down his chest, his abs, and lower. Every fucking inch of his skin felt exposed, burning under Raphael’s dark, intense gaze.Oh God. Fuck. No. This isn’t happening.His hands flew down instinctively, trying to cover himself, but it was useless. The damage was done. Raphael had seen everything — how hard he was, how his body had betrayed him completely after the massage, the caresses, the way Raphael’s fingers had teased his nipple and then boldly cupped him through the towel.Liam’s face burned hotter than the sauna itself. Shame crashed over him in violent waves, but underneath it, his cock twitched again, still painfully hard, as if his body refused to listen to his brain.“Raphael… fuck—” Liam’s voice came out hoarse and cracked. He bent do

Liam’s entire body went rigid the second Raphael’s sleepy, amused voice cut through the morning quiet.“You keep coming back to me, pretty boy.”The words landed like a body check he wasn’t prepared for. Liam’s heart slammed against his ribs so hard it hurt. He was still tangled up with Raphael — face pressed to his bare chest, arm wrapped around his waist, one leg slotted between Raphael’s stronger ones. Their skin was warm from sleep, slightly sticky from the residual heat of the previous night’s tension. Raphael’s arm rested heavily across his back, holding him there in a way that felt far too natural.Liam jerked back violently, nearly falling off the edge of the bed in his haste. The pathetic remnants of the pillow wall scattered across the sheets. He scrambled upright, grabbing the nearest blanket and clutching it in front of himself like a shield, even though they were both still wearing clothes.“I— fuck— I didn’t—” His voice came out hoarse and cracked. He couldn’t even finis