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Zone Defense, written as Gavin E. Black

Chapter One

Nathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of college at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity football teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up.

   The truth of the matter, Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his ex-lover was something he hadn't even wanted to contemplate. Communication on the field would've been awkward between them, and they invariably would've let the team down.

   Of course, the breakdown in their relationship had been entirely his fault, as usual. His lack of restraint when it came to his mouth and the voracious appetite of his dick had managed to destroy yet another perfectly suitable and fundamentally healthy partnership. But that was the problem. It had become too predictable and safe for his liking so he'd switched to self-destruct mode, seeking a way out. The possibility of love entering the equation had absolutely nothing to do with his behavior, he was sure of that.

   Maybe.

   Nathan stared up at the dorm building. It wasn't that he didn't want to find someone to spend his life with. He enjoyed the feeling of security provided by a warm and familiar body in his bed, but most of the guys he ended up with were involved in some sport or another and weren't willing to extend their relationship beyond the bedroom. That's where he had major issues. In his experience, the locker rooms of most colleges contained a seriously large and overcrowded closet.

   Maybe someday he would meet someone willing to take that step outside the bedroom and be seen in public with him as his partner. That would be the day he would tell the sports world to go fuck itself because he was one of the best offensive football players in the country, and he was damn proud to be gay.

   Nathan rechecked the information on the letter he'd received from the college's housing department. He was sharing a dorm room with a guy named Aaron Campbell, who was, thankfully, also on the football team. Aaron's major was law, whereas Nathan's was environmental engineering, which meant they wouldn't be able to help each other study, but at least the guy wasn't working toward some soft degree in psychology or something.

   There was nothing more irritating than a guy prattling on about people's emotions. Invariably, the budding shrink would try and analyze why Nathan behaved the way he did, which usually resulted in Nathan's mouth going ballistic.

   It was already late Sunday afternoon. Nathan had arrived a full day and a half later than everyone else because he'd had some family commitments to attend to. His grandfather had died the week before, and being the only surviving male in his family, he'd been put in charge of organizing the funeral and dealing with the emotional breakdown of his grandmother and younger sister. It had been an extremely stressful few days and he was looking forward to throwing on a set of headphones and climbing into bed.

   Nathan opened the door of his new dorm room and was immediately confronted by a mountain of boxes, packing peanuts, and discarded strips of tape. Apparently, his new roommate was a bit of a media fanatic and had the good fortune of being able to afford all new equipment.

   He looked down at the tattered box he was carrying. Everything he owned in the world fit into that box and the large duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

   "Hey, could you give me a hand?" Aaron asked as he stepped out from behind the massive television he was attempting to connect to the surround sound system.

   "I'm Aaron," he added. "It's Nathan, right?"

   Nathan swallowed heavily as his mouth moistened. Shit. His new roommate was absolutely gorgeous. He let his gaze wander over the dark, graspable curls of Aaron's hair and down across his smooth, incredibly lickable, chest.

   The guy could've put a shirt on at least. It isn't that warm.

   "Yeah," Nathan answered.

   "I'm trying to run these wires through the back of the cabinet," Aaron explained, "but the bloody television is making it impossible for me to reach through on my own."

   Nathan grunted. Maybe if the television wasn't so fucking big—the thing must be about seventy inches.

   "What do you need me to do?" Nathan asked.

   "Poke the wires through the hole and I'll grab them."

   "Sure thing." Nathan smirked inwardly. There was an infinitely more interesting hole in the room he'd rather be poking things into. Not that he was in the habit of topping guys, but he would make an exception if Aaron turned out to be a bottom. His gaydar was lighting up like an evergreen tree on Christmas Day. After pulling the wires through, Aaron crouched down in front of the cabinet and deftly hooked up a few connections.

   Nathan stepped back, out of his way, when Aaron reached over the edge of the cabinet to retrieve the manual. He had to bite his lip to keep from groaning with admiration. Aaron was packing around the most luscious ass he'd ever seen. He could spend hours descending into the warm valley between those peaks with his tongue. Christ. He shifted uncomfortably. His dick didn't want to wait until Aaron finished setting up the equipment. It was straining to be released from the confines of his jeans right now, and he was inclined to listen to his dick.

   "I think that's everything," Aaron said and turned around.

   Nathan was pleased that he'd managed to keep himself from drooling because Aaron was now studying his face. A quick glance from Aaron in the direction of the obvious bulge in his pants would hopefully move things along in the direction of the bed. Nathan wasn't sure how much longer he could contain himself.

   "I want to make sure everything is working before my girlfriend comes over," continued Aaron.

   Nathan couldn't take his eyes off Aaron's lips as he spoke. He could imagine those full, kissable lips and that exquisite mouth encasing his cock and pulling sweetly on it …then Aaron's soft brown eyes would gaze out from under those thick lashes when he came in his mouth—and they'd be brimming with desire.

   "Nathan?" Aaron touched Nathan's shoulder.

   "Sorry,” Nathan stuttered. “What did you say?"

   "I was hoping you could help me test this thing out before my girlfriend gets here. I'm not good at setting up remotes."

   It felt like a blow to the gut. Aaron had a girlfriend, which meant he was straight—which meant Nathan was never going to have the opportunity to taste and consume the hot piece of man candy standing before him. He suddenly felt like he needed to sit down. He dropped into the beanbag sofa in front of the television.

   He motioned for the remote and began programming it.

   "What's your girlfriend's name?" Nathan asked in an attempt to be polite, even though he really didn't want to know.

   "Sarah," Aaron answered. "We've been together since high school." He grinned. "So, almost seven years now."

   "Perfect." Nathan handed the remote back to Aaron, climbed off the sofa, and headed for his bed. "I need to lie down. I've been up since early this morning. Try to keep the noise down."

   "Sure." Aaron tossed the remote down and rubbed the back of his neck. "Um …do you want me to tell Sarah tonight's not a good night for her to come over?"

   "That would be sublime," Nathan muttered. The last thing he needed to see was some girl hanging all over the guy he'd been fantasizing about.

   He wanted to jack off to Aaron's unadulterated image at least twice before it was besmirched by the reality that Aaron preferred pussy.

   Nathan hauled his box open and removed the comforter and pillow that occupied almost the entire inner space. The rest was taken up by the one sheet set he owned and a few books. He was too tired to deal with sheets and opted to roll himself up in the comforter and wedge himself against the wall, facing it.

   Realizing he was going to require something to mop up with, Nathan removed his shirt, and stuffed it into the comforter with him. He shoulder checked, confirming Aaron was fully occupied with the video game he'd fired up. Shit. Aaron had put the game on mute, which was thoughtful but not very helpful, as Nathan didn't exactly have a propensity for audio temperance when he came—and he desperately needed to cum.

   Fuck it. I'm doing this.

   Nathan unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them off past his hips, but the level of effort required to remain silent as he stroked his demanding cock was proving difficult, so Nathan rolled away from the wall. If he kept an eye on Aaron, he'd be able to feign being asleep if Aaron turned around. His gut tightened when Aaron stretched his shoulders out.

   Fuck, he's beautiful.

   Violence and gore continued to erupt across the massive television screen, but Nathan was completely fixated on Aaron's profile and the way he chewed his bottom lip when he was concentrating. Aaron's unconscious habit was also an anticipatory gesture, and that was how Nathan's mind perceived it.

   Then Aaron licked his lips.

   God damn.

   A throaty groan escaped before Nathan even realized he was about to cum, he'd been so mesmerized by the sight of Aaron's soft pink tongue that he hadn't been paying attention to his own body. It was too late to retract the broadcast of his actions at this point. Aaron had already turned around and was watching him intently.

   Being at the point of no return, Nathan thought 'fuck it' and yanked the comforter aside to give himself unrestricted access, and stroked himself through to completion.

   He collapsed into his bedding, embarrassed but deliriously fulfilled and laughed for the first time in days; Aaron was clapping and whistling wildly at his performance.

   What a fucking lunatic. Love it.

   Nathan grinned at Aaron and turned, looking for his shirt, but it had been lost in the struggle to free himself from his bindings.

   "Here," Aaron said as he handed Nathan a box of tissues.

   Nathan took a swipe at the mess on his stomach. "Thanks." He looked down at his chest and wiped away a few more drops of cum. "Sorry about that. It was a long flight."

   "You missed some." Aaron reached forward and swiped a thumb across Nathan's cheek. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I jack off all the time." Aaron grinned, shrugging. "Besides," he added. "It was hugely entertaining." Keeping his eyes on Nathan, Aaron settled his thumb in his mouth and sucked on it as Nathan watched with avid fascination.

   What the fuck.

   Removing his thumb, Aaron winked at him, turned back toward the television, and switched it off. "I'm going to head over to Sarah's and let you get some sleep."

Chapter Two

Nathan had been hoping Aaron would've made additional advances on him in the six weeks they'd been rooming together—if that incident had even been an advance, but Aaron didn't appear to be the least bit interested. He was starting to think that maybe Aaron had absentmindedly sucked on his thumb after wiping the drop of cum from his face …but surely, Aaron would’ve noticed.

   He dismissed the thought. It was Friday night, which meant the dorm room was strictly his until three in the morning. He and Aaron had worked out an arrangement whereby they each had a night on the weekend they wouldn't be interrupted by the other.

   To date, Nathan hadn't made use of the arrangement, preferring to fuck his tricks off campus, but tonight he was considering bringing someone back with him.

   He hadn't officially told Aaron he was gay, but Aaron knew he wasn't into hanging out at the pub on campus and preferred going to the clubs downtown. Plus, when Sarah had suggested setting him up on a blind date with one of her friends, Aaron had politely shut her down.

   Regardless, it wasn't Aaron he was concerned about when it came to bringing guys back to the dorm. In fact, Nathan wasn't concerned about anybody. He just found the entire process of coming out to a whole new group of people to be absolutely exhausting. He preferred hanging back on open displays of his sexuality until everyone figured it out for themselves.

   Besides, it was nobody's business who he was fucking. He was proud to be gay, but his existence extended far beyond the activities of his dick on a Friday night, and most straight people seemed to have a problem wrapping their heads around that.

   "Where are you going tonight?" Aaron asked as he ran a bit of product through his hair and scrunched at the curls until they settled delicately along his brow.

   Nathan grinned. Aaron had to be the gayest straight guy he'd ever met. Although, he was constantly being reminded that Aaron's effeminate traits off the field did not translate into weakness on the field. Aaron was a big guy, and he knew how to throw his weight around. Nathan had the bruises to prove it.

   "Same place as always," Nathan answered.

   "I should go with you sometime."

   "You'd throw me off my game."

   "I could be your …what do they call it?" Aaron tapped his lip in thought. "I could be your wingman."

   "You've got to be kidding me." Nathan looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't stunning gorgeous like Aaron, but he could hold his own. His dirty blond hair and sleek toned body had served him well, but no one at the club would give him a second look if he showed up with his roommate.

   Aaron was every gay man's wet dream.

   "What's wrong with that?" Aaron asked.

   "What's wrong with that is you'd end up getting swarmed, and I'd end up getting a cab home on my own."

   Aaron raised his eyebrows.

   "Look, Aaron," Nathan continued. "As much as I'd like to have you tag along, I don't think you'd have a good time."

   "Why is that?"

   Nathan scrubbed at his face. "Aaron, you do realize I'm gay, right? Visa vie …the club I go to is for queers."

   "Are you saying that because I'm straight, I can't dance?" Aaron replied, setting his fists on his hips, which almost made Nathan burst out laughing. "Because if that's the case, I might have to haul your ass into court for discrimination based on stereotyping."

   "Fine," Nathan replied. "Do you want to come with me?"

   "No. Some of the guys have rented a bunch of girl-on-girl porn, and I have a bucket of chicken wings and a case of beer with my name on it."

   "You are such a goof." Nathan grinned, anticipating an additional response from Aaron. His roommate was an absolute riot when you got him wound up. They'd spent many hours creased up laughing after one or the other had inadvertently set off a chain reaction of escalating banter.

   Right now, there was only silence. Aaron had crossed his arms and taken on a bizarre countenance.

   Nathan stepped back as Aaron approached, not sure what to expect from him, whereas his dick was prepared to lurch forward based solely on unfounded and lust filled hopes of Aaron kissing him with those gorgeous lips of his.

   "I'm glad you finally decided to tell me you're gay," Aaron said as he brushed a strand of hair from Nathan's eyes.

   What …the hell.

   "I figured you'd already worked it out for yourself anyway," Nathan replied, then bit his lip and lowered his gaze. Aaron was standing awfully close—and the way he was touching him.

   "You're alright with it?" he asked.

   He looked up into Aaron's eyes, waiting for a response.

   God, I could get lost in those eyes.

   The thought of them fluttering in ecstasy had Nathan seriously considering attacking Aaron's mouth.

   "Yeah, I'm good, buddy," Aaron answered, then slammed his palm onto Nathan's shoulder, almost knocking him off balance. "Why wouldn't I be? Just keep it on your side of the room."

   "Let me guess. Because homosexuality is contagious?"

   "No, I just don't want to find any butt plugs or anal beads under my bed," Aaron teased, then raised his eyebrows when Nathan looked at him strangely. "What?" he said. "I have access to the internet. I'm not completely oblivious to what goes on between guys."

   Nathan shook his head, chuckling to himself. He'd only now realized Aaron wasn't the gayest straight man he'd ever met after all. His roommate couldn't walk a straight line if his life depended on it. Except Aaron was so far in the closet it would take nothing short of a bulldozer to dig him out and that wasn't his job. It had been a lovely salacious thought, imagining himself and Aaron together, but the dream sequence was over and his ass was aching to be fucked.

   "I need to get going," Nathan said. "I want to be in and out of the club before midnight so I can spend a couple of hours with the guy before you wander your drunken ass back in here."

   "So, you head in there. Snag someone …and bring him back here to fuck?" Aaron asked, seemingly uncomfortable with the idea.

   "That's generally how it's done, yeah."

   Aaron's eyebrows dipped and he rolled his shoulders. "Do you even bother getting to know the guy?"

   Nathan checked his wallet for condoms then tucked it into his back pocket. "What would be the point of that?"

   "I don't know." Aaron wrapped his arms across his chest. "Maybe you would have something in common to talk about."

   "Aaron," Nathan retorted. "Guys don't cruise gay bars looking for their next husband. They're looking for their next fuck and time spent talking means less time fucking."

   "It seems so impersonal."

   "Sweetheart," Nathan said with his campiest voice. "By the time the night is over …if you haven't been up close and personal with every inch of that man's body …you're doing something wrong."

   Aaron sighed. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Sarah is out with friends tonight, so I'm going to hang with some of the guys for a while, then I'll head over to Sarah's dorm later."

   "Sounds like a plan." Nathan pounded on Aaron's back as he headed for the door. "I'll see you later. Have a good night."

The night was a complete bust. The temperature outside had dropped way below zero, compelling most people to stay home. Attendance at the club had been abysmal and Nathan had come away forty dollars lighter and twice as horny.

   He rolled closer to the wall and hauled the comforter over his shoulders. It was bloody freezing in their room. The woolen socks and sweatpants he'd pulled on were barely making a difference. He'd checked the thermostat and it was registering a balmy twenty-two degrees, which was complete bullshit. There was a cold draft drifting across the floor, he was sure of it.

   As if on cue, the door crashed open and Aaron spilled into the room with a waft of frigid air at his back.

   "Oh, my God," Aaron stammered. "I'm so cold."

   "That's because it's winter, jackass. Close the fucking door."

   "Christ, I can barely feel my fingers."

   Nathan rolled back to face the room. "Where's your coat and gloves?" He sat up straighter. "And your boots? Fuck, Aaron. What the fuck were you and the guys doing?" The lunatic looked as if he'd been liberated of every piece of warm clothing he owned.

   "It's a long story," replied Aaron.

   "Isn't it always with you?" Nathan climbed out of bed and started rooting around in Aaron's closet. He selected the warmest sweatpants and sweater he could find and a pair of thick socks. Aaron's pants were covered in snow and would soon be a wet reminder of whatever asinine activity Aaron had partaken in that evening. At least he wasn't drunk. Dealing with a hypothermic drunk person was not on Nathan's bucket list.

   "Everything off," Nathan said, "and then put these on." He handed Aaron the clothes and climbed back into bed. Those few brief moments outside the relative warmth of his comforter had chilled him to the bone.

   His mattress sagged beneath him.

   What the fuck?

   Nathan shrieked as Aaron's icy cold hand found its way onto his bare arm. His icicle-ridden roommate had climbed into bed with him and was attempting to spoon.

   "Sorry," Aaron apologized. "My hands are a little cold."

   Nathan tried to look over his shoulder, but Aaron was plastered tight against him. "What the fuck are you doing?"

   "I'm fucking cold. Please, don't throw me out." Aaron's teeth chattered in emphasis. Nathan couldn't be sure if Aaron was faking it or not but then Aaron's entire body started shaking.

   "God dammit, Aaron. Why do I have to suffer for your stupidity?" Nathan reached back to make sure the comforter was covering Aaron's body completely then gripped Aaron’s ass and hauled him closer. He shivered. Aaron was drawing the warmth from his body like a wick.

   Fucking lunatic.

   Nathan closed his eyes, trying to get comfortable, and sighed contentedly as Aaron's cold hand found its way onto his chest in search of a warm companion. Gripping Aaron's hand tight in his own, Nathan soaked in the feeling of security provided by Aaron's gentle and familiar presence and drifted off to sleep.

   Normally, waking up with another man's morning erection jammed up against his ass would've fired Nathan up on all pistons, but he was going to take a moment to evaluate his situation first, much to the despair of his own throbbing cock. After careful consideration, he concluded that Aaron was still asleep or he would've moved away or gotten out of bed.

   Nathan shifted forward, trying to gain some distance.

   "Don't get up yet." Aaron yawned and pulled Nathan back onto his hips, flooding Nathan's mind with possibilities. Aaron was fucking hard against him, and if he wasn't mistaken, Aaron was beginning to grind on him, tentatively forcing the thick shaft of his cock against Nathan's crease. That and the heavy breathing in Nathan's ear was a clear indication that Aaron wasn't doing something absentmindedly this time.

   God, that feels good.

   Nathan closed his eyes. "Aaron? What are you doing?"

   "I'm rubbing my dick against your ass."

   "I detected that all on my own," Nathan whispered. "See." Then grasped Aaron's hand, pushed it down along his body, and pressed it against his own rock hard cock.

   Aaron’s hand cautiously encased Nathan’s shaft through the thick fabric of his sweatpants, and brushed his thumb back and forth, as he pressed closer to Nathan’s body.

   "My question is why?" Nathan asked.

   "You smell really good this morning."

   "That's your why?" Nathan asked, bewildered at his roommate’s lame excuse. Surely, Aaron could’ve come up with something more original. Not that it mattered…

   "That's my why," Aaron answered.

   Nathan shivered as Aaron slipped his hand into the front of Nathan’s sweatpants and started stroking him.

   This was definitely an advance.

   Aaron kissed the curve of Nathan's neck, licked a long line up to his ear, and took the soft lobe into his mouth. Nathan groaned in disbelief. Maybe Aaron wasn't as deep in the closet as what he'd assumed. Maybe he'd done this before.

   "I've never done anything like this before," Aaron whispered quietly and kissed Nathan's neck. "I'm not sure what to do."

   …or maybe not.

   Nathan reached back, ran his hand under the band of Aaron’s sweatpants, and hauled them off his hips. He needed to feel the warm flesh of Aaron's cock against his skin.

   "Nathan?" Aaron's voice was shaky as he spoke his name.

   "Listen to your body," Nathan replied, shifting as Aaron struggled to remove his sweatpants completely. The poor guy was so nervous he was shaking. "I'll guide you through the rest."

   Nathan pulled his own pants down and rid his body of them, using his feet to peel them off his legs and shove them to the bottom of the bed. Aaron's thick cock was immediately back where it belonged, rubbing ardently against his ass.

   "Where do you keep your condoms?" Aaron asked.

   What? Was Aaron intending to go all the way?

   Nathan steadied his breathing. He hadn't expected that. He'd thought they'd rub off against each other and leave the actual fucking for another time. Not that he was complaining…

   "Bedside drawer," he answered. "The lube is in there as well."

   The sound of the wrapper being torn, and the tantalizing snap of a condom securely in place, had Nathan's heart racing in anticipation.

   He wondered whether or not Aaron would know what to do. The gay porn Aaron had been watching on the internet wasn't the most reliable source for gay sex advice.

   Aaron's hand, slick with lube, slid down along Nathan's crease, straight through to his balls, and then backtracked. Nathan exhaled sharply as Aaron slipped a fingertip in past the outer rim of muscle but then removed it.

   Fuck.

   Aaron wasn't sure what he was doing.

   "It helps to open me up …relax me," Nathan said. "So it doesn't hurt so much when you start fucking me."

   Aaron's breathing slowed. "It's going to hurt?"

   "That's all part of it …the pain, pleasure boundary. Once you get going, it's the most incredible feeling to be riding someone's dick like that. There's nothing else like it."

   "I don't want to hurt you." Aaron circled the pulsating ridge of Nathan's hole with his finger. "What do I need to do?"

   "Start with one finger, gentle at first, and then work up from there. You'll feel my ass loosen up and relax." Nathan looked back over his shoulder. "That's when you'll know I'm ready, alright?"

   Aaron kissed Nathan's shoulder as acknowledgment and dispensed more lube into his hand, warming it between his fingers before beginning. Nathan gripped the pillow as the first of Aaron's fingers pushed into him. He groaned. His roommate's finger was thick and rough, and made him feel slightly …self-conscious.

   It was one thing having a guy's dick up your ass. That felt absolutely normal in terms of his social comfort. Having a guy's finger up there felt far more personal, especially if it was a friend's. Funnily enough, Nathan smirked, the thought of Aaron's tongue thrusting into his ass only brought on feelings of lust.

   Oh, fuck yeah.

   Nathan’s gut clenched as his cock pulsed, hardening, and thickening to the point of…

   Oh, fuck no.

   Nathan reached back and grasped onto Aaron's arm.

   "Stop."

   The visual of Aaron's face buried deep in his crack, his hot breath tickling the hair on his balls, combined with Aaron's deep fingering was going to make him cum if he kept it up any longer.

   He needed him to stop.

   "Did I do something wrong?" Aaron asked.

   "No, you did great, but I really need you to fuck me—now."

   Nathan adjusted his position. Judging by what he'd felt rubbing against his ass, Aaron was hung like a fucking horse. His preferred position to take something that size in would've been lying on his back, but Aaron probably wasn't ready to have the reality he was fucking a guy thrust in his face quite yet. "Shift down my body a bit and take it slow. You can't just shove it in there. Use lots of lube, keep up a steady pressure, and let me draw you in, alright?"

   Aaron grunted in agreement.

   The high-pitched shriek, followed by a low panting whine came out of nowhere.

   Nathan had never emitted a sound like that before in his life. The chorus of Johnny Cash's 'Ring of Fire' immediately began playing in his head as the tender flesh of his ass seared with pain. No amount of stretching could've prepared his body for this assault on his senses. He hadn't had anything that big up his ass since the last time some guy had fisted him …and they'd worked up to it over the course of at least half an hour—probably more.

   "Are you alright?" Aaron asked as he stroked gently at Nathan's thigh. "Do you want me to stop?" He kissed Nathan's arm, then traced a finger up it.

   "You're an awfully big boy, Aaron," Nathan said.

   Never before had Nathan considered backing out of a fuck, but he was giving it serious consideration. He wanted to be able to walk, run, and sit down like a normal person in the coming days.

   "I wanted my first time to be with you." Aaron brushed his lips along Nathan's arm and rested his forehead against it. "I knew you'd be cool about it, and not get all impatient with me."

   Nathan relaxed slightly, letting Aaron slide a bit further in.

   "Your first time is important," Nathan said. "You'll always remember it." He laughed softly. "Mine was with this geek Tom Strachen." A heated pulse shot up Nathan's spine as Aaron closed in against him.

   Oh, sweet baby Jesus …I'm going to pass out.

   Aaron readjusted his position. "Tell me when you're ready."

   "Give me a second."

   "So, what happened with this Tom guy?" Aaron asked.

   Nathan snorted with amusement. "It was during our middle school graduation. So …like grade nine. We ended up behind the equipment building outside the school. It was pouring rain, but we were too worked up to wait for a better venue. We came back into the auditorium completely soaked, sporting grass stains on the knees of our pants. I was grounded for a month over that one."

   Aaron backed off and thrust forward gently after Nathan tapped him lightly on the hip.

   "I like it when you laugh," Aaron said then thrust again, more forcefully this time. "The sound spills out of you like it's new to you, and you're not quite sure where it came from."

   Nathan sucked in a breath before answering. "My life hasn't exactly been a picnic full of opportunities to practice my laughing skills."

   Shutting his eyes, Nathan gripped the sheets with one hand and braced himself against the wall with the other. Aaron was rapidly increasing his pace and force, jamming him closer to the edge of the bed. "But that …is a story …for another …time."

   Nathan groaned and clenched his teeth. It wouldn't be long now. The pain would soon give way to overwhelming euphoria as the endorphins flooded his system.

   There.

   Fuck yeah.

   A warm rush of unbridled desire surged up from his balls, tightening his cock. Nathan hummed and pressed back against Aaron's body, taking it all. Aaron draped an arm over his hip, encased his cock with a rough calloused hand, and began stroking it in unison with the increasing strength he was using to pound Nathan’s ass into submission.

   Nathan was in heaven, he was sure of it. He was barely aware of his surroundings. The sound of Aaron breathing heavily in his ear, and the warmth and power of Aaron's body against and inside his, were consuming him, then Aaron started into an intense stream of seductively primal noise that had Nathan releasing his own voice. He could vaguely hear people milling around in the hall outside their room, but at that moment, he couldn't care less who heard them. In all the years he'd been fucking around, he'd never felt this swept away before.

   Aaron shoved Nathan forward, bracing his own arm against the wall as the other wrapped around Nathan's chest to hold him securely against his body. Against the better judgment of his reality skewed mind, Nathan gasped out the word 'harder' and he immediately collided with the rough surface of the painted concrete wall as Aaron readily obliged.

   Fuck, that's going to leave a nasty bruise.

   Nathan touched his head.

   No blood, no foul. As long as he didn't suffer any permanent brain injury, Nathan wasn't going to complain. He liked it rough. Regardless, a sigh of relief passed Nathan's lips as Aaron grabbed him by the waist, hauled him further down the bed away from the wall, and plunged back into him with a decisively urgent fervor.

   Nathan's mind rolled as his body lit up.

   Fucking hell. Mild mannered Aaron was an animal in bed.

   Rising up onto his knees at Aaron's insistence, Nathan steadied himself against the bed so as not to pitch forward. He wasn't even going to have to touch himself in order to cum. Aaron's massive cock was more than capable of doing all the work.

   "Try to angle down," Nathan said. "You'll be hitting my prostate heavy and I'll be able to cum without stroking off."

   "You can do that?"

   "Definitely." Nathan lowered his head, sensing the increased pressure as Aaron followed his instructions. The tension began to build rapidly after that. There was no way he was going to be able to back off on the orgasm building in order to enjoy the sensation. Aaron's cock was compelling him forward, rubbing the exact spot needed to get him off.

   Nathan erupted with a new guttural utterance as he climaxed in waves of fulfillment, showering the bedding in thick short bursts. Aaron wasn't far behind him, shuddering through a crest and collapsing on Nathan's back, pinning him to the bed.

   The weight of Aaron's body on him felt amazing, but it was short lived. Aaron climbed off and sunk into the bedding, motioning for Nathan to join him. He grunted contentedly as Nathan settled into the concave of his shoulder.

   Kind of girlie …but, okay.

   "Can I ask you something?" Aaron said.

   "Sure," Nathan replied.

   "When did you realize you didn't like girls?"

   "I think I've always known," Nathan said. "I remember having a crush on a guy in my kindergarten class. My mom freaked out when I told her. My being gay never sat well with my parents."

   Say it Aaron. Tell me you think you're gay. Release yourself from all the lies you've been living.

   "That must've been difficult," Aaron continued. "Knowing your parents didn't approve. How did you ever get past that?"

   "I stayed true to myself, knowing I'd been born this way for a reason. I tried not to let it bother me too much."

   The closet is a dark and scary place, Aaron. Take a step into the sunlight with me. Admit to me that you're gay.

   "Did you pick up a guy last night?" Aaron asked.

   Nathan brushed his hand across Aaron's chest and tucked tight against him. "No, the club was pretty dead."

   "Good."

   Good as in …good, because I want to know where your dick was before I touched it, good? Or good, because I want to start a relationship with you, good.

   Nathan’s heart rate picked up slightly at the thought of the latter.

   "Aaron—," he started.

   "I have to get going," Aaron interrupted, shifting out from underneath Nathan's body. "It's almost noon."

   "Is it really?" Nathan pushed up so he could see his clock. "What the fuck happened to the time?"

   "We slept in, that’s all." Aaron leaned over the edge of the bed and lifted his pants off the floor. "I have to meet Sarah at one o'clock for lunch. We're going to check out the new exhibit at the art gallery."

   Nathan fell back onto his pillow. He knew exactly where this relationship was going—nowhere. Aaron wasn't willing to admit he preferred dick. He stared over at Aaron fussing with his pants. Aaron had the sexiest back.

   He sighed. Maybe Aaron considered himself to be bisexual. He'd met a few guys like that.

   They'd all turned out to be gay.

   "Aaron—," he began again.

   "You'll keep this to yourself," Aaron interrupted yet again. "I wouldn't want the guys on the team to find out what we did."

   Seriously!

   Nathan pushed himself up in bed, his fists digging into the mattress. "What on earth would I say to them? Hey guys, great game. By the way, did you know Aaron climbed into my bed last weekend and shoved his massive dick up my ass? And he fucking loved it, because deep down, he knows exactly who he is."

   "Fuck off!" Aaron shouted. "I'm not gay."

   "Oh, I see," Nathan retorted. "So you were trying gay on for size, is that it?"

   Aaron chucked his sweater at the bed.

   "I was curious. That's all."

   "Then what was all that bullshit about wanting your first time to be with me." Nathan tucked his arms around his stomach. He felt sick. "Aaron, having a first time would imply that you intend on having more times."

   "You must've misunderstood me."

   Nathan bunched up his fists.

   Let the back peddling begin.

   "I wanted to see what it was like," continued Aaron. "But I'm not gay. I have a girlfriend and everything."

   Right, like that proves anything.

   "Funny," Nathan said. "Most straight guys I know would rather cut off their left testicle than stick their dick up another guy's ass."

   "Why are you being such an asshole about this?"

   "Because, apparently, that's all I was to you …an ass hole to fuck."

   Aaron’s brow creased. "You know that's not true."

   "Do I?" Nathan hauled the blankets up around his shoulders and rolled over to face the wall. He felt the need to sleep for a couple more hours. "Have a good time with your girlfriend. I'll just lie here and contemplate what the fuck just happened, and why I feel like a strung out hustler on a Monday morning."

   "Christ, do you have to be so fucking dramatic?"

   "Yes, I do," Nathan answered, mumbling into his pillow. "Part of the deal. I'm gay, remember?"

   "Don't start in on that whole gay thing again." Aaron set his hand on Nathan's shoulder and gripped it. "You're one of my best friends and we shared something together …that's it." He leaned down and kissed Nathan's cheek. "I'll see you later."

   You have got to be kidding me.

   Kissing my cheek?

   The temptation to scream once Aaron closed the door tore at the back of Nathan's throat, but he throttled his frustration and bit into his pillow instead.

   Wiping the memory of what he and Aaron had done together was going to require nightly visits to the club, and lots and lots of unadulterated, meaningless sex.

Chapter Three

Christmas break wasn't a time of year Nathan looked forward to. While everyone else was excitedly packing to head home for the holidays, Nathan was usually holed up in his room, trying to hide from the mayhem. Both of his parents had been killed in a car accident when he was sixteen, and he and his sister had been sent to live with their maternal grandparents out in the middle of nowhere, with next to nothing in terms of money. Flying home for Christmas wasn't even an option, so Nathan had become accustomed to spending the holidays on campus.

   His Christmas wish …that it was warmer in their room.

   …and that Aaron would keep the noise down.

   What the fuck is he doing?

   Nathan pulled the comforter up around his ears. Aaron was making a lot of noise packing up his things. Apparently, staying at your girlfriend's parents' house for the entire of Christmas break required tossing around everything you owned.

   "Nathan?" Aaron peered over Nathan's body to see if he was awake. "Nathan, I'm going to have a shower."

   A muffled response of, "Good for you," escaped the tightly bound roll. Nathan wrenched an arm free and blew hair out of his eyes as he rolled over to look at his clock.

   "It's five in the morning?" Nathan questioned. "Why the fuck are you showering so early?"

   "I want to get in there before everyone else starts showing up," Aaron replied, and then cleared his throat. "I want to make sure I get the shower furthest from the door."

   "What difference does it make?" Nathan rolled back and covered his head. "All the showers are the same."

   "No," Aaron replied. "The shower furthest from the door will have my red towel draped over the curtain."

   Nathan crunched up his face in confusion. What the hell was Aaron on about? He rolled back, but Aaron had already left. He jammed his hand up into his hair, wrenching on it.

   Christ …you have to be fucking kidding me. Aaron's looking to fuck me before he goes away.

   Nathan wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that after the last time, but in his favor, Aaron hadn't climbed into bed with him again. Aaron was offering him a choice and giving him an out if he wasn't interested.

   That isn't the point.

   Nathan hauled himself out of bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants with the intention of storming into that shower and telling Aaron exactly what he thought of this stupid game he was playing. Giving in to Aaron now would set a precedent, and Nathan refused to be used as a sex toy Aaron only picked up when he was in the mood for dick. No matter how amazing the sex had been last time, Nathan had more respect for himself than that.

   The steam from the shower obscured Nathan's view as he stepped into the dressing room area of the shower cubicle.

   Aaron's red towel was thrown over the curtain as promised.

   Nathan lifted it down and hung it on a hook.

   "Aaron? Please tell me it's you in there."

   The curtain drew back and Aaron leaned out, covered head to toe in frothy layers of glorious suds.

   Nathan's dick twitched.

   Traitor.

   "Are you coming in?" Aaron asked, and Nathan groaned.

   In, on, under …I'll cum anywhere you want.

   Nathan's fading resolve screamed no in the distance as his body continued to undress, intent on getting what it wanted. What it needed. It needed Aaron and only Aaron.

   Oh god…

   Nathan slid into Aaron's arms and let himself be pushed up against the wall of the shower. The hot water had managed to avoid that particular section, and the cold tile sent spikes of sensation up Nathan's spine, but the warmth of Aaron's mouth hovering above his lips drove the cold from his body and he was left waiting and wondering if Aaron was ever going to kiss him. Aaron had left a swath of open-mouthed kisses along his shoulders and neck the last time they'd been together, but Aaron had never taken his mouth.

   The sharp taste of mint toothpaste slipped through the soft curve of Nathan's lips and enveloped his tongue as Aaron's prodded and explored anxiously. Nathan latched onto its source, feeling the hum of Aaron's arousal from the back of his throat straight down to his knees. He clung to his roommate for support, but then without warning the support slipped away, and Nathan found himself looking down at the top of Aaron's head.

   He touched it lightly, prompting Aaron to look up.

   "Christ, you have a beautiful cock," Aaron said, lowered his gaze, and used a rough hand to pull Nathan's foreskin tight to his body, fully exposing the plum colored head. Aaron's tongue flicked out tentatively, tasting the slick pre-cum that had gathered there. He moaned softly as he licked it from his lips.

   Nathan rocked his head back against the wall as Aaron used his thumb to caress the fluid, combined with a string of spit, right back to the thick ridge. He groaned in anticipation of the moment he'd been fantasizing about …when Aaron would wrap those gorgeous lips around his cock and take him all the way in.

   Fuck.

   Aaron sucked the head into his mouth, cupping it gently with his lips and began pulling smoothly on it, flicking the slit with his tongue on the upstroke while his hand jacked on Nathan's shaft.

   The urge to thrust up into Aaron's mouth, seeking the ultimate depth and fulfillment, had Nathan biting his lip as he fought to resist the urge. The Gay Sex 101 lesson he'd imparted last time was a one off. He was comfortable being a bottom and knew better than to top from the bottom. He'd learned that lesson the hard way with one of his previous relationships. Nothing says behave and know your place like a trip to the emergency room. It would be up to Aaron to set the pace and let him know what he wanted him to do.

   Aaron's hands brushed smoothly up Nathan's body, followed closely by his tongue and lips. Groaning with exhilaration, Nathan allowed himself to be turned to face the wall. Aaron pressed him there, trapped him with his body, and ran his thick muscular thumb down along Nathan's crease and into his ass. Nathan angled back and lifted his hips, wanting the full length of the soapy digit pressing into the soft flesh beyond his rim.

   A hushed fuck yeah escaped Nathan's lips as Aaron squatted back down, using both thumbs to stretch him open. The addition of Aaron's tongue licking and thrusting into his ass had Nathan gripping onto the walls of the shower in astonishment.

   Where had all this passion of Aaron's come from?

   Yesterday, they'd been sitting on the sofa playing Call of Duty, without any indication that Aaron was the least bit interested. Now Aaron’s tongue was deep in his ass, driving him to distraction.

   "Fuck." Aaron stood, grinding his dick against Nathan's ass. "I had no idea your ass would taste so good."

   "They don't call me sweet cheeks for nothing."

   Aaron moved his mouth away from Nathan's neck. "Seriously?"

   "I'm joking. God, you're easy." Nathan pressed back into Aaron's body, reveling in the rock hard response. "Fuck me."

   "Hold on," Aaron replied. “I've got condoms in my shaving bag."

   Nathan pressed his forehead against the shower wall and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth. Thank God, the shower seemed to have an endless supply of hot water or he might've frozen to death by the time Aaron got organized. The thick head of Aaron's cock stroking his crease caught Nathan off guard, and he braced himself, remembering to breathe.

   This was going to hurt like a bugger.

   Aaron’s hand slipped into his crease.

   "No, just go," Nathan objected.

   Silence, then Aaron, "Are you sure?"

   Nathan reached back for Aaron’s hip, pulling his closer. "Aaron, please …just fuck me."

   As the bulky ridge of Aaron's cock passed the constricting ring of muscle, Nathan's mind reeled with restrained panic. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to this ass-searing pain, but he was willing to try if Aaron was open to taking their relationship further.

   "You feel so fucking good," Aaron whispered in Nathan's ear.

   Nathan tried to respond, but Aaron's powerful hips were jamming him forward, scrambling his brain, and lifting him skyward, rubbing him hard against the shower enclosure. In a moment of clarity, Nathan lowered a hand and grasped his dick, not to encourage it but to protect it from the rough edges of the tiles. He capped his thumb over the tip and rotated it over the slit.

   Aaron stopped what he was doing. "If I turn you to face me, can you support yourself?" Nathan nodded his head silently. He could and would do anything if it meant he could continue riding Aaron's cock. Once he'd moved past the initial burn this time, warm tendrils of pure ecstasy had spread up from his ass to every extremity of his body. He felt certain he could live in that place forever.

   Nathan wrapped his arms around Aaron's neck, and his legs around Aaron's waist, and sunk back onto his waiting hips. There was nothing as glorious as the feeling he got when he turned himself over so completely. With his feet off the ground and his hands unable to do anything but hang on, he was at Aaron's mercy.

   Mm …yeah. Fuck me.

   The sound of guys arriving in the washroom to shower had Nathan smirking and taking Aaron's mouth to keep them both quiet. He snorted loudly, rolling his head back in amusement, when the word faggot was bandied about, in jest, in the change room.

   "They have no idea what they're missing," Nathan said.

   Aaron grunted in apparent agreement, shoved Nathan against the wall, hard, and took his mouth to keep him from speaking further, rocking Nathan heavier and more aggressively than he had before, building to his cresting point.

   Groaning out a low fuck that echoed deep into Nathan's throat, Aaron came and shuddered through, pulsing and heaving. The shower poured cooler now as the other showers started up.

   Catching his breath, Aaron set Nathan back on his feet, dropped to his knees, and took Nathan's throbbing cock back into his mouth. Nathan had to clamp his hands over his mouth and clench his teeth to remain relatively silent. Aaron's tongue was sweeping the most incredible circles around his cockhead each time he sucked his shaft all the way up from the root, and then Aaron would drop back down, forcing the head right to the back of his throat.

   Holy fuck.

  "I'm going to cum." Nathan tapped Aaron's shoulder, thinking he'd want to pull away, but Aaron kept up the steady rhythm, clutching at Nathan's thigh as the first warm strands of passion hit the roof of his mouth.

   Christ.

   Nathan slumped against the wall, watching Aaron milking every last drop. He'd never cum so hard in his life. His breath caught when Aaron looked up and licked his lips.

   Fuck …those eyes.

   Aaron stood and took Nathan's mouth, supporting him. Aaron's arms felt warm and familiar. The need was still heavy there as if they could start all over again.

   Nathan almost fell forward when Aaron pulled away.

   "Fuck—what am I going to do with you, Nathan?"

   "I can think of a few things." Nathan brushed a hand across Aaron's chest and hauled his hips closer to meet his own. "But not here. After we get cleaned up, I'll sneak out first and go warm up the sheets. We can continue this back in our room."

   Aaron shook his head and whispered back at Nathan. "I can't."

   Nathan took the soap Aaron handed him and ran over the important bits. He could have another shower later when he wasn't so distracted. "Why not?"

   "Sarah's dad is picking me up at ten."

    The soap hit the floor of the shower.

   "Are you sure that's where you want to be over winter break?" Nathan asked, bending over to retrieve the unruly cleaning agent. He brushed his ass across Aaron's thighs a few times, as he fumbled with it—it was awfully slippery.

   "Her family is expecting me," Aaron replied.

   "Tell them something came up." Aaron's dick hardened as Nathan stood and began stroking it. "It was really, really hard to handle …and needed hours, upon hours of extra attention."

   "I can't let Sarah down like that."

   Nathan lowered his hand. "Suit yourself." This was a pointless exercise, which was extremely frustrating because he really liked Aaron. As it was, they already spent most of their free time together, and Nathan could see things working out between them—for a while anyway.

   "It's not that I don't want to stay here with you," Aaron said as he brushed his fingers along Nathan's collarbone. "I just can't."

   Nathan stepped back. "The word can't implies someone is stopping you. That you don't have a choice. Is that the case?"

   "No, no one is stopping me, but I have obligations." Aaron sighed and grunted in annoyance. "To Sarah. To my family."

   "I have obligations too, Aaron, except mine include treating my loved ones with a little respect."

   Aaron shoved Nathan, hard, across to the other side of the shower stall. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

   "I would never lie to the people I love about something as important as who makes me happy," Nathan replied.

   "You're on about this whole gay thing again, aren't you?" Aaron grunted noisily and slammed his hand into the metal door that led to the change room. "I'm not gay. So drop it."

   Nathan's gut balled up and he crossed his arms, trying to contain himself, but—no—not going to happen.

  "So, you're going to keep lying to yourself," Nathan replied. "Be a happy little breeder with his lovely wife and one-point-five children, is that it?" He shoved Aaron's chest angrily. "Well, on behalf of Sarah and all the other women out there, fuck you!"

   That had come out much louder than Nathan had intended, but he was pissed and didn’t care who heard him at this point.

   "Cut it out!" Aaron whispered. “What is wrong with you?"

   "You know what you are?" Nathan said as he whipped the shower curtain open. He was done with this game. “You're a fucking coward, Aaron, that’s what you are!"

   Aaron grabbed Nathan's arm, halting his retreat, then released him and leaned back against the shower wall.

   "Please, Nathan, keep your voice down."

   Nathan complied and lowered his voice, but he wasn’t finished yet. "Let me tell you how this particular fairy tale of yours ends, because I'