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Chapter 3
A few days had passed since my... let's call it a lapse in judgement. A complete collapse of self-control would be a better suited title but I do still have a sliver of self-respect, in case that wasn't obvious. After the tiring day I had with my sports marketing classes followed by what felt like the longest ever ride on the subway. I just wanted to get home and face-plant onto my bed, maybe check out FF and jack off before the nap, was that too tall an order for a tormented guy like me?
The peeling paint of the ceiling and shitty looking brick walls in the hall were hard to ignore and served as an outward manifestation of what my mind currently looked like. In Go a step further and add a couple o' bars. Call it a prison, because I was stuck and not just physically, but mentally as well. Kyle had somehow managed to slip on these shackles and now I was chained by my roommate's ability to make me, a straight man, come harder than any tight wet pussy ever could.
There was still a tangible air of awkwardness between us even though I tried to play it cool and act like I wasn't a bit touched in the dick by all this. Kyle on the otherhand seemed like he was trying to spend as little time with me as possible which was... I'm not going to say I was cool with it, because I wasn't, but I got that he wanted some space.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to binging a few episodes of my favorite show and forget all about this little issue with Kyle and myself for a bit. I climb the stairs two at a time, backpack swinging precariously over my shoulder. I know I'm on my level when I hear the Kid Laroi being blasted out from apartment 103. It's honestly not a regular weekday if their isn't some kind of... commotion coming from our rowdy neighbors across the hall.
My shoes make a scuffing noise as I come to a stop in front of mine and Kyle's apartment. I hike my backpack up over my shoulders, dig my hand into my pocket and pull out my keys with a truimphant "ahah!" before sliding it into the door and slipping into the apartment. I sigh as I pull my scarf tiredly from neck and kick off my shoes at the door, already imagining the food I'm going to order as soon as my ass hits our crusty old couch.
I make it two steps into the hall when my ears perk up from the sound of cutlery clattering against the floor, followed by a muttered, "argh, shit." It's not some burglar as I had initially feared. It's Kyle.
It strikes me as strange that he'd be back already, especially since I'm usually the first one to arrrive home on Tuesdays. I start making my way through to the kitchen with the i tention of greeting my roommate and maybe seeing if his cold shoulder had started thawing, but pause mid-step when suddenly another voice, a deeper one this time, chimes in.
"You like it when I play with your hole?" the unknown person asks, voice low and raspy.
"Yeah..." Kyle croons in that same voice that haunts my unconscious thought.
I swallow thickly, my heart starts racing like a race car. Did Kyle really have someone over right now, despite knowing that I'd be home at that time? Also, did the mystery guy also just say what I thought he said? Images of Kyle on his back with his legs up, glistening, pink hole on display flash quickly in front of my eyes, causing a strange mix of emotions to swirl within me--curiosity, surprise, embarrassment. A little misplaced jealousy.
Heat travels up from my stomach as if the sun had just exploded. I suddenly feel light headed, out of breath like I've just left the atmosphere and was free floating in space. I couldn't be there, especially if they were going to fuck.
Tamping down the childish urge to interrupt, I decide in that moment that I should probably hightail it of the apartment, and as I'm about to turn I hear a sharp, sudden intake of breath. I turn my head and find Kyle and his mystery... 'friend' standing in the centre of the hall, the two of them probably on their way to his bedroom.
"Nathan," Kyle says, stunned but clearly trying to regain at least a little of his composure. "I-I thought you'd only be back a bit later."
I try to avert my eyes from the scene in front of me -- this guy I've never seen before with his arms wrapped around my roommate's abdomen, lips planted against his neck like his some kind of vampire. I can't look away though. It's like our eyes are two magnets attracting each other.
"Uh, yeah. I didn't know you had company," I manage to say, my voice unsteady. "You usually let me know if you need me out of your hair."
The guy behind Kyle huffs out a breath, no doubt annoyed by the sudden delay in his plans to get his dick in my roommate. He tightens his arms visibly around Kyle's waist, perhaps as a way of staking his claim on what he thinks belongs to him. I shouldn't care, I tell myself again. Kyle can fuck who he wants.
The guy starts nuzzling Kyle's neck and like a dormant volcano that had just become active again, that thick, tar like emotion I can only call jealousy springs back roars back to life. Whatever facade I had before morphs into an icy stare, one that automatically homes in on Mr. beefcake.
"Logan and I were just gonna-" Kyle says, pushing at the thick forearms as he steps out his partner's hold.
I feel a streak of satisfaction shoot through me when he does that. This Logan guy's face falls slightly and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
"Hey, I totally get it. No need to explain," I get out quickly, not keen on hearing how he was going to finish that sentence. I knew exactly what they were about to do and I for one had no intention of hanging around as an audience for that kind of opera. I needed to get out of there ASAP.
I glance around quickly, feeling a bit like mouse that had been cornered by the cat. And then it comes to me.
"Yeah, so I'll just grab my things and head to the gym. Get out of you guys' hair."
"Oh... yeah. Thanks for being cool about it." If only he knew.
"No problem... bud," I say, cringing internally as soon as the word passes my lips. Why didn't I give him the light 'bro punch' to his shoulder for added measure? I think to myself as I slip past Kyle and beefcake so that I can get to my room and quickly pick up my gym bag that had been lying in front of my closet door.
When I return to the tiny hall, Kyle and Logan had already retreated to his bedroom, soft little moans drifting under the crack of the door and assaulting my ears lile a barrage of arrows. My fist clenches involuntarily, a subconscious reaction that I still haven't even begun to understand. Still, this beast that resembled jealousy kept railing against the bars and rattling the cage. I shake my head to dispel the confusing thought before slipping back into my sneakers and pull the door open.
After wrapping up my two - hour workout, I walk through the Cardio and weight room which was filled with various machines and people running or lifting weights and headed to the locker room. The air is thick from the steam with the smell of sweat wafting throughout the room and the only only background noise is from the running showers and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights overhead.
My grey Nike shirt clings uncomfortably to my skin like a second layer, waterlogged from all my sweat. I open my locker and pull out a towel, still debating whether I should have a shower here or wait until I got back home
Logan should probably be gone by now, no?
It's funny that that's the first place my head goes to but it was honestly floating above my other thoughts like a layer of foam would in a cappucinno.
Why did that guy bother me so much?
He wasn't any more jacked than me, in fact we were more or less built the same. He wasn't exactly ugly, either, though he wasn't up to scratch with the calibre of guys Kyle would usually bring back to the apartment.
Was it because he was gay? Sleeping with Kyle?
Hell no! What kind of question even is that!?
Maybe I just don't like him period. It doesn't have to be for any specific reason. I don't like bananas or mountain dew and I couldn't even tell you why. I just didn't like those things so maybe the situation wasn't that much different from this.
I pull out the clean T-shirt I brought along with me in the gym bag and slide it on, not really caring if it will end up soaked in sweat either. The same goes for my gym shorts and once I'm changed, I slip the strap of my bag over my shoulder and turn, about to head out when I almost collide with a guy who must have just stepped out of the showers.
The towel that he had wrapped around his waist falls to the ground and pools on the white tile around his ankles. "Woah, that was close," he says, jokingly as hhis right hand moves quickly to cover his crotch.
"Sorry, I didn't see you you coming up behind me," I apologize.
"I should actually be the one apologizing." He stands there looking at me, making no move to pick up the towel that was still lying in a heap on the floor. I try to keep my eyes trained on his face, but my attention is drawn to the way his shoulder is moving and my eyes shoot down quickly to his hand.
He's stroking his cock!
My eyes shoot back up to his face, a small smile now decorating his lips. He turns around to open his locker, presenting me with a full unobstructed view of his muscled and also perfectly round bubblebutt. He must really be serious about his squats. I give theguy a nod then make a beeline for the exit, ready to go home and put this weird as day to bed.
"Hey, Nate," Carlos at the front desk stops me.
"'Sup Carlitos," I greet back, resting against the surface with one hand and adjusting my chub with the other.
"Work's been kicking my ass. I have to mind the desk, wipe down the equipment, and do some of the gym's maintenance work. I tell you man, I'm one more clogged toilet from a breakdown."
"What happened to... what was his name," I ask wracking my brain for the name of the guy who used to do most of the repair and maiantenance before.
"You mean Rob?"
"Yeah, Rob," I exclaim. I'd seen him around a few times before, but we'd hardly ever interacted aside from the odd greeting here and there. "What happend to Rob?"
"He went back to Nebraska."
"Ohh. Why haven't you guy's looked for a replacement yet?"
"We have," he says gesturing over his shoulder at a help wanted sign stuck to the board. "Nobody's called yet."
"You mind if I apply?"
Carlos looks almost taken aback, like me asking if I can apply for a job at Sparta was totally inconceivable.
"You sure? I'm not gonna lie, it's a shit job."
"I need the extra cash, dude. I'm desperate enough that I'd wipe the sweat from any guy's ballsack if it paid well."
"Okay then. When can you start?"
"Just like that?" I ask, brow raised.
"There isn't exactly a line out the door for the job and I could do with the help."
"Ah thanks, man. I'm free anytime after classes."
"Tommorrow then?" Carlos pushes the stack of paper he was busy with aside and shoots me a grin.
"Sure, but don't you have to check with the boss?"
"Tony obviously can't give two fucks and I'm the manager, so..."
I'm about to stick out my hand for us to shake on it when I suddenly hear a, "see you around" from behind me. I turn my head and find the guy from the lockeroom walking past, same grin from before on his lips, equal parts playful and predatory.
"Check you later, Nick," Carlos waves past me before returning the handshake.
Just before he pushes the door open, I notice the sly wink the guy - Nick shoots my way. I suddenly feel a bit hotter it's not the first time a guy had been flirtatious, but it's definitely the first time it's ever illicited any kind of reaction from me.
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