Ethan
When I reached the dorm room, I expected Christopher to be there waiting anxiously. I probably shouldn’t have been surprised that he’d chosen to hide out. Confrontation didn’t seem to be his first method of handling a difficult situation.
Dropping my bag beside my desk, I sat down on the bed and leaned back against the wall, watching the door. I’d feel more at ease if I knew what I was going to say. Why are you writing fantasies about me didn’t seem to be the right way to start.
As the minutes ticked by, I started to sort through it.
I still wasn’t sure what he would say, but I wouldn’t know where to begin until I understood how I felt about it. My dad had always made one thing very clear. Before you react, you have to know why you’re reacting. He’d have defended me to the ends of the earth if I’d punched some kid in gym or got in a fight after school if I’d told him that I believed in what I was fighting for and I’d thought it through.
I just didn’t know what I was feeling, much less anything deeper than that.
If I took the fantasy at face value, as an honest admission about what he really wanted, then I could understand why he’d stayed in the closet. Sharing anything with me had probably felt huge. I remembered back to when I’d first started to come out. The most innocent comment had felt like the world could see inside of me and would know exactly what I was thinking. It hadn’t mattered that I knew how my dad would react, so to Christopher, it hadn’t mattered that I was gay. It was still overwhelming.
Taking the fantasy that way created other issues, though.
I heard my dad’s voice in my head talking about tackling the problem one step at a time. But this wasn’t a car engine. It was a person.
Turning, I stretched out on the bed and relaxed. Staring up at the ceiling didn’t make the time pass any faster, but the blank canvas made it easier to work through things. Moving Christopher from the straight column to the gay column in my head was easy, and without that standing in my way, it wasn’t difficult to admit he was sexy in a shy, awkward way.
I tried to imagine those big eyes of his staring up at me while I confronted him about what he’d written, and every time I did, it turned…erotic.
It wasn’t my intention…not at first, but once the image was in my head, it wouldn’t let go.
I wanted to blame it on Christopher’s crazy fantasy. But while it had started that way, I couldn’t lay it all at his feet. The fact that I found the fantasy almost as erotic as he did seemed to put the ball back in my court.
But fuck. Was that what he really wanted?
I wasn’t sure how long I lay there thinking it over, but by the time I heard the door open, I was hard again and no closer to figuring out the answers than when I’d walked in. Refusing to hide from the drama, I sat up and glanced over to Christopher, who was standing there shaking in the doorway.
“I’m not going to bite.” Ignoring the dirty joke in that statement was harder than it should have been. “Come on in.”
Christopher seemed to relax some, but his wide eyes made me want to do wicked things to him. Damned fantasy. Leaning forward, I tried not to look too imposing as I gestured toward his bed. “Sit down so we can talk.”
He swallowed so hard I swore I could hear it, then he licked his lips and stared down at the floor.
Had just that little bit turned him on?
My imagination was probably working overtime, but my cock liked the idea. I did my best to ignore him, though; he was the king of bad ideas.
“If you’re going to kill me, either hide my body well or tell people you killed me because of something better than my own stupidity.” He flopped down on his bed and hunched over. “Please?”
He would’ve looked more pathetic if I hadn’t seen how hard the whole thing was making him as he’d sat down.
“This is turning you on, isn’t it?” Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have asked that. No one would ever say subtle was my middle name.
Christopher groaned, and his head came down to rest in his arms. “Is it possible to die of embarrassment?”
“No.” Answering the question dryly and with a little bit of roughness in my voice seemed to get him even more worked up because he squirmed, and I could see the tension rising in him again. He looked so fucking innocent, but he really was a dirty little thing.
“How about I promise never to bring it up and to never look at you again?” There was a hopeful, needy sound to his voice that made me want to smile. “Then can we ignore it. I really am sorry. I had no idea she’d pick it to read.”
“Should you have written about me to begin with?” That had to be addressed right off the bat.
Christopher shook his head. “No.”
“Am I going to hear myself described in that class again, Christopher?” God, he was fun to fuck with. He squeezed his legs together as he shook his head. “Don’t play with yourself while we’re talking. It’s not good manners. Now behave and try that again.”
He groaned, but his legs eased apart. “I’m sorry.”
Fuck.
“Am I going to hear myself being described in class, Christopher? Don’t make me ask again.” I was an utter ass, but it was too erotic to stop.
“I won’t write about you or talk about you like that in class.” His breathy voice said just how much he liked what was happening.
“Good boy.” I finally smiled when he moaned low and sexy. “Now, did you jerk off with my jock?”
I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or not when he shook his head. “I touched it, though.”
Dirty little fucker.
“You don’t get to touch my things without permission. Is that clear?” I had no fucking clue where the conversation was going, but Christopher seemed to be right on the edge of coming, so I wasn’t going to stop.
“Yes.” He took a deep breath, still not looking at me. “Yes, Sir.”
Oh yes, he knew where this was going.
“Did my order turn you on?” I waited just a moment before continuing. “Answer me, Christopher.”
A shiver raced through him. “Yes. Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Are you sorry for getting turned on or for hiding what a dirty little slut you are from me?” I wasn’t sure if I’d gone too far. But he moaned again and clenched his legs together.
“I’m dead on the sidewalk and this is some kind of warped version of hell where I almost get what I want and then I wake up or get tortured by demons or something.” His quiet words made me smile, and I was glad he couldn’t see me.
Where had this guy been all semester? This version of Christopher was much more fun than the scared rabbit who’d nearly shit himself when I’d accidentally surprised him.
“You’re not dead, Christopher, just a dirty little thing that’s finally been outed.”
“I think I’d rather be dead.” I wasn’t as worried about the embarrassment in his voice as I’d been in the beginning. He was too horny to really be upset.
“That’s not really an option at this point. Besides, if you were dead, you wouldn’t be turned on by the humiliation that’s running through you…and you like it, don’t you?” I let the heat start to flow through my voice, teasing and tempting him.
Christopher shivered again. “Yes. I can’t help it.”
I made a low tsking noise like he’d been naughty. “I think you’re forgetting one of the points of the class. You can’t help your kinks. You can’t help the fact that you want to be used and embarrassed and controlled.”
His legs started to shift.
“No playing with your dick, Christopher.” I growled the words out like the roughest teacher I’d had in high school, but he’d never had to say anything like that.
Christopher loved it.
He let out a squeak and his body shivered again, but he finally forced his legs open. “Good boy, Christopher.”
“Are you just fucking with me?” He forced the words out. I could only imagine how hard they’d been to say.
“Oh, I’m fucking with you, but not in the way you’re asking.” I let the answer sink in for a moment. “I like watching you squirm and fighting the urge to grab your dick and get yourself off.”
He made that little squeak again, then started mumbling something about having died on the bench. Who would have guessed that the quiet mouse was actually a kinky drama queen? Who’d have guessed how much I was enjoying tormenting the kinky drama queen?
“Don’t you want to come, Christopher? It’s only fair that I know, since you shared things about me in front of the whole class.” My logic might have been off on that point, but he didn’t seem to have enough blood in his brain to figure that out.
“Yes.” The low word was filled with such need that I wasn’t sure what to do.
It was obvious from the way he’d talked in the story and just from the way he was reacting that he’d held it in for too long. I couldn’t imagine pushing so much of myself away like that. Ashamed of what people would think…maybe worried that something was wrong with him?
I was no closer to figuring out what the hell we were doing, but if he needed an outlet, I could be there for him. “That’s not enough, Christopher. You’re fighting the urge to beg to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” His voice shook and his legs were pressed together again. “I want to beg, but I don’t…you might…”
“I already know how kinky you are, Christopher. Remember? I heard all about what you wanted to happen in your fantasy.” The idea that he might want to actually live out the fantasy had me just as hard as he seemed to be. “There’s no reason to be ashamed unless that’s how you want to feel. I already know, so there’s no use in hiding it anymore.”
The cat was definitely out of the bag on that one.
“You’re supposed to hate me.” He honestly couldn’t seem to move past that part.
“Why? Because I’m supposed to be shocked by what’s in your head?” I leaned back against the wall and spread my legs, giving him a tempting view if he ever looked up from the floor.
He nodded stiffly.
“Would you be shocked to hear that I liked taking guys a little rough and that spanking someone turns me on?” I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. The fact that his legs tightened again, and he started making slow rocking movements, said my kinky roommate was even more turned on than ever. “So why would I be surprised when a dirty little twink likes it?”
The universe made Doms and subs and kinks that came in all flavors. If someone wanted it, there was another person who was just as turned on. They just had to find each other.
He didn’t seem to know how to respond.
Christopher seemed to have built up the confrontation in his head so much, I wasn’t sure he could see what was really happening. I wasn’t sure if I should keep pushing through the fantasy or if I should back off and give him some space.
It would’ve been easier to figure out if he weren’t so obviously aroused.
The shit they never prepared you for when you went to college.
“You’re playing with yourself again. What did I say about that?” I was curious to see the difference between what I’d said and what his dirty little mind had heard.
“I…” He groaned, and another shiver raced through him. God, he was so easy to get wound up. “You said not to play with myself…because…” The rocking started again. My dirty little slut. “…because it was naughty, and I’d be bad.”
Oh yeah.
“Only bad boys play with their cocks in front of people when they’re having a conversation.” I got distracted by the way he was moving and paused for a moment. “Only boys who’ve given themselves over to a master get to come like that, not dating, not a crush. Do you understand, dirty boy?”
He was so close I thought he almost came when he gave another low moan. He started to shake his head, then nodded, then went back to shaking his head. Was he confused about what he wanted or did he just not understand how to answer the question?
“You’re still playing with your hard little dick, Christopher.” Pointing out his naughty behavior was way more erotic than I’d ever thought it would be.
He stilled for just a moment, but then it started again. “I’m sorry. I can’t…it’s…you have to…”
“I have to what, Christopher? I have to let you come?” Hell, please let that be what he’d meant.
His head jerked up and down in sharp, quick movements. No hesitation. No fear.
Would he be that confident when he finally came down from his need-induced high?
If I was going to have to apologize later, it might as well be for something we’d both enjoy. “Then you have to ask for it, Christopher.”
That frustrated, desire-filled moan echoed in the room again. His breath hitched several times, then his head came up so he was actually looking at me. To reward the huge step he’d taken, I moved one hand from my thigh so it rested right by my erection and let my thumb trace over it.
Christopher’s eyes widened as he realized he wasn’t the only one in the room who was ridiculously turned on. He licked his lips, and his gaze stayed focused on the finger that was going back and forth down the length of my dick.
“You have to ask, Christopher. I won’t make you beg this time, but you have to say the words.” Because I needed to know what the fuck he wanted, primarily…and because hearing him ask would be orgasm inducing.
“This time…” He glanced up at my face before focusing back on what his body seemed to want more than anything.
“If that’s what you want.” We definitely needed to have a talk when we weren’t too turned on to function. “Is that what you want, Christopher? Do you want me to humiliate you and tease you like in your fantasies?”
His entire body seemed to jerk.
“I…” He licked his lips and closed his eyes like he was trying to focus. “But you’ve never said…I mean done…”
I chuckled, and the low sound seemed to send another shiver through him. “I thought you were straight and vanilla. There was no point in making you uncomfortable when you seemed scared of me.”
“Oh.” Then his eyes opened again. “But you don’t…mind…this…”
There was honesty and then there was potentially oversharing. I went with oversharing. “I like watching you squirm and try to get yourself off. I like knowing that there are all these dirty fantasies running through your mind, and I especially like knowing I’m starring in them. I bet all you want to do is crawl over here and hump my leg while I watch you get yourself off. Isn’t that right, slut?”
And he fucking came.
His head fell back and his body jerked as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over him. As the sensations faded, he slumped over again and groaned, more out of real embarrassment that time than the erotic embarrassment from earlier.
Before I could second-guess myself, I stood and walked over to his bed. The room was small enough that within a few steps I was in front of him, and without time to think I could only act on instinct. Reaching out, I lifted his head gently and waited until he opened his eyes.
When they finally peeked open, I could see raw emotions welling up in them. Moments like these were why I’d always dated the confident, out guys who knew what they wanted. I was never lost about what to say to them or how to talk about what they wanted.
This was like learning a whole new language.
I let one finger caress over his cheek. When he leaned into me instead of pulling away, it felt like I’d climbed a fucking mountain. “You came without permission, Christopher. If you’re going to belong to me, I can’t have that.”
“Fuck.”
I couldn’t remember ever hearing him curse, and it was honestly more startling than the fantasy had been. Smiling, I shook my head. “Little sluts don’t get to curse. That’s two punishments you’ve earned. I think I’m going to have to keep a better eye on your behavior, Christopher.”
He blinked several times, still pressing into me. “Really. This isn’t…I mean, it’s all so fast…and…”
“I don’t hide from what I want, Christopher.” I wasn’t sure I knew how. “Really, the only question is about what you want. Do you want to be my slut or do you want to go back to being roommates? I won’t tease you about it or even talk about it again if that’s what you want.”
The idea of going back to the bland existence where my quiet roommate jumped at his shadow, desperate to hide everything he wanted, was almost painful. But if that was what he wanted, I’d understand. He’d gone from a cute little closet case to having his fantasies bared for me to see in a matter of seconds. It couldn’t be easy to adapt to.
Possibilities swirled in my head while he stared up at me. When he finally spoke, the words crept out low and hesitant. “What would we be…how would it look…I mean…would it be just here or…”
I had no way of knowing how he really wanted me to answer his questions, so I could only go with the truth and what felt right to me. “We’d be boyfriends outside the room, and Master and slut here inside it.”
I let my finger trail down his cheek and then stretched my thumb out to caress his lower lip. “I’d tease you and humiliate you and make you masturbate for me. I might make you my puppy one afternoon just to see how you’d look naked with a tail swinging behind you. You’d be mine in and out of the room, but in here, you’d do whatever I wanted.”
“I died on that damned bench.”
“Sluts don’t get to curse, just beg, Christopher. That’s three.” Well, it would be three if he wanted the same thing.
“Boyfriends?”
That was what surprised him most out of everything I’d said?
My dirty little slut was a constant surprise. “Yes. If you’re not ready for that I understand, and we’ll put things on hold until you figure out if you’re okay with it, but I won’t be your dirty secret you just play with in here.”
It was probably selfish and mean, but I wanted everything or nothing. If he was ashamed of being seen with me, or just too scared to come out, I would understand, but I wouldn’t put myself through it. I wanted a guy I could bring home to my dad, not a relationship that I could never talk about.
He just stared up at me with that oh-so-innocent look on his face like he wasn’t sure it was real. I pressed again. “What do you want?”
“You.” It was raw and honest. The fantasies were gone from his mind, and I knew he was just seeing me.
“Then what do you say, my slut? Where are we?”
He licked his lips again, but that time his tongue caressed over my thumb, making us both moan. He swallowed and seemed to be trying to keep his mind clear enough to answer. “The room. We’re in the room, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
He made a needy sound and watched me with hunger growing in his gaze. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Good boy.” I slowly moved my fingers away from his mouth and leaned down. “Who do you belong to, Christopher?”
His breathy reply made me picture him stretched out on the bed, naked and restrained. “You, Master.”
“Good boy.” Then I took his mouth in a tender kiss.