Roommates by Skye Faun

Author:Skye Faun [Faun, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-28T18:30:00+00:00

5

Bagpipes. The Stanford Bagpiping Club. Bagpipe practice, every Saturday morning, at nine A.M. It wasn’t an unfortunate accident that they bagpiped near the dorms on Saturday mornings. They were fully in on the joke, and they expected their classmates to be in on the joke too. Or at least to acknowledge that it was a very good one.

Tim awoke to the sound of bagpipes, the vibrations of Byron lightly snoring in bed next to him, and the stench of dried semen. Light broke through the window and made Byron’s face into a sea of light. He was gorgeous, as always, and their friendship had made Tim happy, as always.

Waking that morning, Tim’s body and mind were sated, fulfilled, in a way he’d never felt. He’d met a deep sexual and emotional need, a missing place that Byron had snuggled into. The need wasn’t purely physical, because all the thousands of times he’d jacked off, he’d never felt so happy and fulfilled afterward. This time, after the night with Byron, it hadn’t only been his first sexual experience with anyone other than his own hand. It had also been his first encounter with love.

Byron’s hair was a bit curly and wavy in the morning, as it was on every morning; but only on this day was Byron waking up with his head in the cook of Tim’s arm. Byron’s massive body splayed out in the bed. Tim had slept on the bed’s very edge so as not to fall out of bed -- it was that cramped, even when he’d wrapped his arm around Byron’s waist for most of the night.

Byron opened his eyes; sparkling blue eyes that looked up at Tim. Tim ran his hand through Byron’s soft blond hair, slightly massaging his temples as he did it, and tracing with his finger behind Byron’s ear.

Byron glanced down, and their two bodies in embrace. He then looked across the room, to his own empty bed. Wordlessly, his eyes scanned in a triangle; bodies in embrace, Tim’s eyes gazing into his own eyes, his own empty bed. As Tim ran his finger on the outer edge of Byron’s ear, Byron jerked his body up and sat up in bed.

“Good morning.” Tim embraced Byron, feeling his roommate’s, his best friend’s, his lover’s morning body heat next to his own.

“Hi.” Byron looked at the floor, then stumbled out of bed. He stepped to his own bed, then sat down on it, and rested his head in his hands.

“How are you doing?” Tim beamed. It was Saturday morning. He’d just woken up together with his best friend -- his best friend who’d made him feel so great the previous night.

“I, look. I.” Byron suddenly zipped up his unzipped jeans. He grabbed a towel and walked out the room. Speed-walked, more like. Sprinted, even, with his eyes studiously, methodically avoiding meeting Tim’s eyes. The shower turned on in the bathroom. It was the same bathroom where Byron had held up a puking Tim the previous day.

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