It took Nick another twenty minutes to walk back to the room from where he’d changed his mind. He felt oddly clear headed, as the crisp air filled his lungs.
Nick was often written off as a fuckboy. A himbo. Eye candy. He knew those things and didn’t care. He knew he was lucky and handsome and could pretty much coast through life without investing too heavily. He would graduate with a degree in architecture, maybe get a job in a design firm. He had some family in that business and as long as he didn’t fuck up, he’d have a reasonably nice life. His family was aware of his bisexuality and didn’t care so long as he got his degree; later he’d be expected to produce an heir, once he’d sown his wild oats.
How stupid that that, of all things, was their big worry. He was easy going by nature, sure, nut only to a point. Once he found something he cared about, he was certain he would find a reason to do more than just affably coast along.
On that twenty minute walk, he had an epiphany.
He cared about Bartholomew. He always had. He’d probably fallen for the kid they first week, but now? Even with his head clear of pheromones and sex endorphins for the first time in days, he knew it was true.
He’d been allowing things to happen for the last few days, and on some level he was waiting for things to calm down long enough to tell B how he felt. He didn’t know until just now what it was that he would actually say. But now that Bartholomew had said it first? All he could think about was saying it back.
But as he neared the dorm, he realized that he might be returning to find the bunny boy he loved busy with Keith. And he honestly didn’t know how he felt about that. Jealous? A bit… but his own feelings about sex weren’t exactly a simple binary. If nothing else, there would be loads of logistical hurdles if they couldn’t figure out what to do about the ears …and all that went with them. He wanted answers, at very least. And it wouldn’t be Keith’s fault no matter what. Keith was cute and nice and he seemed to have been kind to Bartholomew, and he was trying to help. And Bartholomew was just fucking irresistible.
Not to mention inexhaustible.
The minute he was in the building, he could feel the effects of the subtle hint of his lover’s scent. He doubted anyone in the lobby was aware, but he was now hyper attuned to it. He could see couples leaned in closer, hands on thighs, gazes lingering. The security guard waved distractedly at him, and Nick saw he was watching porn on his phone.
He skipped the elevator and took the stairs. It was getting stronger here, and steadily his own arousal grew until he reached their floor.
Five rooms before the room he shared. Behind two of the doors, he could hear active fucking. And then, his own door.
The three seconds it took to unlock and throw open his door were the longest three seconds he had ever experienced.
*****
Keith was still panting from round two, another ten minutes of being relentlessly plumbed by Bartholomew’s big fuckstick, when he heard the key in the lock.
“Nick!!!” Bartholomew panted, excitedly, and began unloading what felt like a second quart of hot jizz into Keith.
He didnt call my name, Keith thought. I should probably be at least a little upset by that. Shouting the name of he person you’re fucking, rather than someone else, seemed impolite. But it was hard to be mad about it when you were that blissed out.
“Oh,” Nick said. “Sorry—“
“One sec”, B said, smiling. “You okay keith?
Keith weakly raised a single thumbs up.
“….okay!” And then the massive organ was sliding out of Keith, gently but not without causing him to spasm deliciously as it went.
Still dripping, Bartholomew leapt into Nick’s arms.
“We had fun, but I’m glad you’re back.”
Nick said nothing, but shut the door firmly behind him and carried his lover back into the bedroom again.
*****
“Hang on a second,” Nick said, opening the window. “It’s important and I need a clear head.”
“Okay, but I really want to make love to you.”
“Babe, I realized something, and I need to say it. I fucking love you.”
“Yes!!!”
“Yes?”
“Yes, I love you too! It slipped out before you left and —“
“I heard it but it didn’t sink in until I was halfway to the store, so—“
Bartholomew pounced a good four feet and knocked Nick onto the bed.
“Wait! I need to finish.” He said. “Can you please stand over by he door, just for a minute?”
Pouting, Bartholomew obliged, deliberately showing off his pert butt until he spun around to show his big cock.
“Dammit. You’ve shifted more.”
“Really?”
“I think you lost another inch or two, but it all went south.”
“Cool,” Bartholomew said, lazily jerking his rod. “Feels a little thicker, too.”
“Stay there please. We need to figure this out. Soon. Whatever is happening, it’s gone beyond just you now. There’s practically an orgy happening on this floor and they’re thirsty as fuck in he lobby. And it’s all your scent.”
“Really?” Without thinking, Bartholomew took a big whiff of his own left pit.
This time, Nick could see his buddy’s body react. His dick stood up even straighter, and his pupils dilated. A wave of arousal cascaded off B and slammed into Nick, who could only give in this time….
Nick was often written off as a fuckboy. A himbo. Eye candy. He knew those things and didn’t care. He knew he was lucky and handsome and could pretty much coast through life without investing too heavily. He would graduate with a degree in architecture, maybe get a job in a design firm. He had some family in that business and as long as he didn’t fuck up, he’d have a reasonably nice life. His family was aware of his bisexuality and didn’t care so long as he got his degree; later he’d be expected to produce an heir, once he’d sown his wild oats.
How stupid that that, of all things, was their big worry. He was easy going by nature, sure, nut only to a point. Once he found something he cared about, he was certain he would find a reason to do more than just affably coast along.
On that twenty minute walk, he had an epiphany.
He cared about Bartholomew. He always had. He’d probably fallen for the kid they first week, but now? Even with his head clear of pheromones and sex endorphins for the first time in days, he knew it was true.
He’d been allowing things to happen for the last few days, and on some level he was waiting for things to calm down long enough to tell B how he felt. He didn’t know until just now what it was that he would actually say. But now that Bartholomew had said it first? All he could think about was saying it back.
But as he neared the dorm, he realized that he might be returning to find the bunny boy he loved busy with Keith. And he honestly didn’t know how he felt about that. Jealous? A bit… but his own feelings about sex weren’t exactly a simple binary. If nothing else, there would be loads of logistical hurdles if they couldn’t figure out what to do about the ears …and all that went with them. He wanted answers, at very least. And it wouldn’t be Keith’s fault no matter what. Keith was cute and nice and he seemed to have been kind to Bartholomew, and he was trying to help. And Bartholomew was just fucking irresistible.
Not to mention inexhaustible.
The minute he was in the building, he could feel the effects of the subtle hint of his lover’s scent. He doubted anyone in the lobby was aware, but he was now hyper attuned to it. He could see couples leaned in closer, hands on thighs, gazes lingering. The security guard waved distractedly at him, and Nick saw he was watching porn on his phone.
He skipped the elevator and took the stairs. It was getting stronger here, and steadily his own arousal grew until he reached their floor.
Five rooms before the room he shared. Behind two of the doors, he could hear active fucking. And then, his own door.
The three seconds it took to unlock and throw open his door were the longest three seconds he had ever experienced.
*****
Keith was still panting from round two, another ten minutes of being relentlessly plumbed by Bartholomew’s big fuckstick, when he heard the key in the lock.
“Nick!!!” Bartholomew panted, excitedly, and began unloading what felt like a second quart of hot jizz into Keith.
He didnt call my name, Keith thought. I should probably be at least a little upset by that. Shouting the name of he person you’re fucking, rather than someone else, seemed impolite. But it was hard to be mad about it when you were that blissed out.
“Oh,” Nick said. “Sorry—“
“One sec”, B said, smiling. “You okay keith?
Keith weakly raised a single thumbs up.
“….okay!” And then the massive organ was sliding out of Keith, gently but not without causing him to spasm deliciously as it went.
Still dripping, Bartholomew leapt into Nick’s arms.
“We had fun, but I’m glad you’re back.”
Nick said nothing, but shut the door firmly behind him and carried his lover back into the bedroom again.
*****
“Hang on a second,” Nick said, opening the window. “It’s important and I need a clear head.”
“Okay, but I really want to make love to you.”
“Babe, I realized something, and I need to say it. I fucking love you.”
“Yes!!!”
“Yes?”
“Yes, I love you too! It slipped out before you left and —“
“I heard it but it didn’t sink in until I was halfway to the store, so—“
Bartholomew pounced a good four feet and knocked Nick onto the bed.
“Wait! I need to finish.” He said. “Can you please stand over by he door, just for a minute?”
Pouting, Bartholomew obliged, deliberately showing off his pert butt until he spun around to show his big cock.
“Dammit. You’ve shifted more.”
“Really?”
“I think you lost another inch or two, but it all went south.”
“Cool,” Bartholomew said, lazily jerking his rod. “Feels a little thicker, too.”
“Stay there please. We need to figure this out. Soon. Whatever is happening, it’s gone beyond just you now. There’s practically an orgy happening on this floor and they’re thirsty as fuck in he lobby. And it’s all your scent.”
“Really?” Without thinking, Bartholomew took a big whiff of his own left pit.
This time, Nick could see his buddy’s body react. His dick stood up even straighter, and his pupils dilated. A wave of arousal cascaded off B and slammed into Nick, who could only give in this time….
