More Than Roommates
I yell internally, rummaging through my bag on the center table.
“Hey Leo, chill.” The voice speaks and every fiber of my body does everything but chill. The stops on their ends, pulsating, vibrating…
“I’m not fucking Leo, I’m your roommate.”
The light flicks on to reveal my roommate in all his glory.
Buff with veined arms and a left arm filled with a tattoo sleeve, in a singlet and basketball shorts that have rent where his legs meet. A result of him strolling another man’s cock. Mine twitches in response to my thoughts.