Of course it was more than just a kiss. A teenager might just want to kiss somebody to brag or to feel like an adult, but the prospect of it now interested Luca in so many more ways: the intimacy, the feeling, and the passion it must carry to be able to hold someone in your arms while your lips connect with theirs and the world disappears. Looking back on the day, and even yesterday, he had relished every chanc

  Of course it was more than just a kiss. A teenager might just want to kiss somebody to brag or to feel like an adult, but the prospect of it now interested Luca in so many more ways: the intimacy, the feeling, and the passion it must carry to be able to hold someone in your arms while your lips connect with theirs and the world disappears. Looking back on the day, and even yesterday, he had relished every chance of holding hands with Alyska, and the peck on the cheek that Kenzie had given him (while not more than that, a peck on the cheek), were both the things that made him feel that huge flutter in his heart, and that flutter outweighed his nervousness and his fears enormously. e of holding hands with Alyska, and the peck on the cheek that Kenzie had given him (while not more than that, a peck on the cheek), were both the things that made him feel that huge flutter in his heart, and that flutter outweighed his nervousness and his fears enormously.

  “Yo.” Luca’s first kiss and the few ones that followed weren’t something he wanted to dwell on; nothing good came from there. But if there was a possibility of doing that without feeling remorse or regret... “Hey. Hello?” Truly, looking even further back, physical affection had always worked on Luca to make his worries and his doubts disappear, being repced by the feeling of his skin touched; Luca remembered a time, one of the few trips to the capital of Cuartel, where he told a girl she had dropped her coin bag, and when handing it back to her, their fing-

  “Ack!” A blunt object struck Luca in the back, causing him to stumble for a second, before turning around and seeing a book on the ground and Cory in his bed with his arm extended.

  “Sheesh man, do I have to get a trumpet for you to hear me?” He said as he propped his torso up by putting his elbows on the bed.

  “You were calling for me?”

  “Yeah! You came out of the bathroom and have just been standing in front of your bed looking at it; it was creepy, man!”

  “O-oh, sorry.” Cory giggled as Luca apologized. He had entered an automatic mode of simply doing what he had to without thinking about it; he saw the clothes he’d have to wear tomorrow on the bed, which meant he had taken them out of the closet already. He sighed and began taking his t-shirt off, preparing for bed."Just, uh, I have a lot in my mind.”

  “Ah, it’s the first day.” Said Cory as he stretched, preparing for falling asleep, before he gnced over at Luca. “You’ll be… fine…” Luca pulled his t-shirt over his head and was also staring away from Cory, which meant he didn’t notice how his roommate looked at his naked back.

  “Yeah… I think I will.” He said with the slightest bit of confidence as he folded his clothing and set it under the bed. “I need to figure out how to do undry.” He sighed as he finally contempted how he had reached the end of the day. “Anyway, should I turn the light off?” Turning around to face Cory, Luca saw the university student scramble to turn around in his bed hastily, covering his face with the bnket. “... Cory? Are you okay?”

  “Y-YEAH! Yeah… I just, um..." Cory cleared his throat and controlled his breath; meanwhile, Luca gnced confused at his usually confident roommate.. “I jus- well... I don’t want you to see me without makeup, silly.”

  “Oh. Haha, I already saw you, dummy.”

  “Well, yeah… But you didn’t focus on it.”

  "Well, sorry to say, but it’s gonna happen again eventually, even if you don’t like it.” He was now back to his teasing self; the odd behavior was probably just out of tiredness. Luca himself wasn’t exactly full of energy either, so he walked to the little air tube and flipped it to close it completely, assuming Cory’s answer.

  "Yeah, well, I’d rather keep the illusion of my beauty for as long as I can thank you.”

  “Whatever. I’m going to bed.“ And with that, the end of Luca’s day began. It had been long; he hadn’t always been as in control as he would’ve wanted, but it was over now. He wasn’t home, and he wouldn’t be in a long time, maybe ever, but he had a reason, and even though this pce was different, overwhelming, and cruel at times, he’d endure somehow. Tomorrow would be easier.

  “Same. ‘Night Luca.”

  “...” Maybe some things wouldn’t be so different. “Goodnight Cory."

  And with that, Luca closed his eyes and braced himself for the much-needed rest he so desired.

  It had been a couple hours, but Cory couldn’t even muster the idea of falling asleep.

  “Gods be damned." He whispered to himself; in the darkness, the future explorer stared at where the ceiling would be, his mind unable to rex enough for sleep to take over.

  He was tired; who wouldn’t be after a full day of school running on a single hour of sleep and a killing hangover? Cory would curse the ancient dwarfs for making ale taste so good, but he had done so enough times during his day already.

  He groaned and turned for the millionth time in his bed, now facing the root of his insomnia; the lightly snoring surprise roommate he had gotten seemed to be sleeping peacefully enough, blissfully unaware of the effect he had had on poor Cory. The insomniac raised his hand towards Luca and flipped him off; how dare he go to sleep after doing that to him?

  He turned to face the ceiling again and sighed as he closed his eyes to try and sleep once more. How long had it been? Since he was held by someone, he felt their hands on his hips while he dared to slip his tongue into the other's mouth; too long. Not even in the party from st night had he met anyone he would have the courage to flirt with, for every one he had fooled into believing Cory to be some casanova who could get anyone he wanted, he himself knew the truth.

  He wasn’t unable to have a fling perse, but it always ended messily, with him having caught more feelings that he would have wanted, or perhaps having read the guy differently from how he truly was; Cory rarely was able to hook up with someone only for the act itself; he much preferred there being a connection between him and the supposed, but as, it turns out not many friends are both comfortable with making out with another friend regurly, or able to do so without feeling weird afterwards; but to be fair, neither was he; many friendships had ended because Cory wasn’t able to see their friend as just that anymore, and sometimes the retionship endured it, but some others didn’t.

  With another sigh, the lonely man from the capital let his head turn towards the snoring figure, whose snores weren’t exactly the reason he was being kept up. He had other roommates in the past, but they weren’t his type, and, though not very excited for it, Cory was gd about the ck of roommate he was informed he was going to have; he’d be able to focus better. But as, he had gotten a special treatment—the honor of sharing his room with a member of the guild, invited in no less, like in the stories! He chuckled to himself thinking about it; it was cool, of course; he wouldn’t deny himself that, and the guy seemed friendly, although nervous most times, not exactly the perfect image of what someone who was invited would look like, but he certainly had the figure for it.

  He sat on the bed and rubbed the back of his neck. His member had been semi-hard for a while now, and just turning and breathing wasn’t going to do the trick, so he stood up and began walking slowly towards the light tube, making the blood flow to his legs, to hopefully get rid of his arousal. Carefully, Cory slid the covering to allow air to enter the tube, which would help ignite the fire that the magic stone tried to create inside the mp; just a little though, enough to be able to distinguish where the bathroom door was, perhaps a cold shower was the best option.

  When the light glow filled the room, the aroused man walked towards the washroom, but his eyes drifted towards the still sleeping figure of his roommate to reveal an enticing scene. Luca was sleeping without a top piece, that much he knew, but in the darkness, he hadn’t realized he was also sleeping with the covers off, which meant that he was right now, staring in the middle of the night at the guy whose back muscles had been keeping him up.

  Cory grew up in the outskirts of the capital, and whenever his younger self needed to go to the inner city to hang out with his friends, he’d damn it all to the long walk he’d have to take from his family’s farm to the town square; however, after growing up, and when certain urges began appearing, Cory thanked every god he knew of when they finally noticed every farmhand working there; their muscles glistening with sweat under the sun, and the fact that they sometimes took off their top pieces to work in the aforementioned heat, made it so that Cory developed a particur type when it came to sexual partners. He even gave his first kiss to one of the farm hands!

  All of this swirled in his mind as he unconsciously got closer to his roommate, sleeping on his side, showing the back that kept him up at night directly to him. Cory swallowed some saliva and leaned forward to confirm that indeed, the guy wasn’t going to wake up. He crouched and inspected his body as best as he could in the dim light; he wasn’t exactly ripped; a bit of fat covered some pces, but it didn’t make it exactly more difficult to behold. His back was broad, the back of his shoulders looked tight, all combined with the closeness and the risque of the situation caused the peeping tom to focus much more on the visible details.

  Why couldn’t he have been skinny? Or fat or whatever, but not this, not strong, not this type of strong... The sleeping man turned, which made Cory gasp and step back, almost tripping. When he focused again though, he saw his roommate's chest in full dispy; no abs were immediately present, but he knew they were there; he had felt his arm after lunch; he must have been working his whole life.

  “Fuck… I’m too pent up.” Cory shook his head and came back to earth. What was he doing? Ogling at his roommate wasn’t exactly the best way to start the college year. So he walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and stepped into the raining closet.

  Immediately after closing the sliding door, he turned on the water, but the change from outside to the cold water was too much, so he decided to wait a little before showering. This, however, left Cory in the nude, alone in a secluded pce where no one could see him; realizing this, his hand slowly slid from its pce towards his member, who had been hard since seeing his roommate’s chest.

  “Don’t think about him.” He said to himself as he grabbed his penis and started moving his hand up and down slowly. “D-Don’t think about... anything.” He leaned back onto the raining closet controls and slowly began pumping his hand up and down.

  His other hand roamed his own torso, up and down trailing his fingers along his own skin, as he wished someone would do for him, as he cimed so many others did often. It wasn’t long before he was completely hard, and he had to contain his moans. He wanted to do it, for real, with somebody, but he didn’t want to just sit on a dick and get on with it; he wanted something real, something passionate and raw, like he had read in his books.

  Cory had always been a fan of smut, and the second he found a library he could buy it from in Zenith, it had been over for him; he couldn’t really get the thought out of his mind; he wanted to feel that which he saw described: to feel loved and cared for so carnally, to have someone’s hand clutching at his hips as they felt their partners breath on his own face; to be so close with someone, so intimate, so honest.

  He didn’t realize when his hand reached his face, only when it was sliding up his neck; Cory continued masturbating, covering the whole thing in his own fluids, while he pced his other hand’s fingers in his mouth, lubricating them. Alone in the washroom, he sucked on his fingers earnestly, almost needy, as if they were from a lover and not just himself. Taking his fingers out, Cory refused to continue feeling sorry for himself; instead, he imagined himself to be in one of his books, whichever one; now wasn’t the time to be picky.

  He wasn’t in a shower closet; he was in a dark room, surrounded by candles while a storm raged outside; windows banging and wind blowing, but not a shred of cold entered the room, for the body heat of the two lovers filled it more than anything. Cory stood in the middle of the room as he took his garbs off, and coincidentally, his lover did the same as he came from behind and... and…

  His fingers stopped just short of his own entrance. Why couldn’t he imagine anyone? He had read so much smut; it outweighed a schor's library, and yet he couldn’t picture anybody? He was sleepy. Instead of focusing on the problem, Cory just imagined the room a bit darker and his lover’s body as a muscur guy without a face, which did the trick.

  His lover came from behind and... hugged him. Yes, he hugged the needy Cory, who only wanted a partner, someone whom to share the night with, somebody to sleep next to, to make love to, not for the sake of pleasure but for the connection, the intimacy, the feeling of being one.

  His fingers rounded his hole as one slowly entered, piercing inside him. He held back a gasp so as to not make too much noise. His hand began moving quicker as he penetrated himself even more, thinking about having his slender hips grabbed and his skin being touched, licked, and loved. Another finger entered, and this time he couldn’t hold back fully, making a whimper exit his own mouth before he could repress it; in his fantasy, he was ying on his back on the bed, while the burly man he imagined kissed his neck and fingered his rear, slowly building his release. Cory couldn’t keep the fantasy much longer; it got hard to think. As his hand almost slipped from the speed, he decided to slide another finger inside, curling them as to reach a certain part of his innards, unsuccessfully.

  The end was nearby. Cory bit his lip to hold back the obscene sounds he was producing; his breath was heavy, and the pace had gotten almost too quick for himself. He backed into his own fingers as his hand carefully pyed with his front, trying to dey the inevitable ending before it would happen. Suddenly, Cory found it—a part inside of him where he could press and make his nerves light up. It wasn’t like that one time someone else did it, but it had been long enough for it to be more than enough. With some skill, Cory teased his own sensitive tip. As their head shot back and his vision turned blurry, he pressed onto the part that made him feel so alive and felt his release come up his length.

  With a moan he couldn’t hold back, Cory stiffened up and let his erection twitch while it released his essence. Rope after rope shot into the air as his mouth hung open and his eyes closed to enjoy the pleasure. In his mind, lightning struck the night sky and everything turned white inside the bedroom as his partner made him come undone as his needed release arrived to him in an almost cleansing way; in reality, the fsh of white covered his vision as his pleasure coated the inside of the washing closet.

  Slowly he came back to the world, slowly taking each finger out while still moving his hand up and down gently to enjoy the afterglow. Cory didn’t know how long he had been in that washroom pleasuring himself, but he knew that it had been the right decision; he so needed that.

  What followed was uneventful; he had to clean himself and the crime scene, so he sprayed the whole closet and finished his own cleaning with the cold water, an act he knew was necessary but despised. In his mind, a single moment repyed, and when the lightning struck, his mind had imagined his hand intercing his fingers with his faceless partner, both hands clutching the other in a show of love, of not wanting to let go, of true connection; though Cory wasn’t one to feel particurly proud of self-love, a smile did make its way to his face before he knew it; he felt giddy, he felt good.

  After showering, he covered himself in a towel and thought about how to dress himself without waking his roommate. He had noticed him to have some pretty heavy eye bags under his eyes. The poor guy probably didn’t sleep enough in his little country town. Cory’s mind kept going back to his smutty delusions—oh, how he yearned to have someone interce fingers with him, to cuddle after the lovemaking, or to kiss when seeing each other after a long time apart. Cory sighed and opened the washroom door. How hard would he have to look for that type of connection, he wondered.

  “Hey.”

  “Ah!!” He held tight to his towel as the slumping figure of Luca called out to him from the shadows; his eyes had become adjusted to the washroom light, and he had to focus to see Luca. “O-Oh, hey Luca... What are you doing awake?”

  “Uuuuh, washroom.” The beefy guild member was still half asleep, it seemed, so Cory didn’t worry too much about being half exposed.

  “O-Oh yeah, right.” He stepped to the side to allow him entrance. “I-I was just... cleaning myself; I’ll go to sleep now.”

  “Kay…” He yawned as he entered the room. Cory turned to his closet before hearing his roommate call out. “You okay?” He turned, confused by the question.

  “Y-Yes?”

  "Oh, okay, it’s just very te, so...” He sniffed and yawned again. Did Cory wake him up with his cleaning? Or worse, his sounds? “Are you sick or something?”

  "I, uh, no. Why?”

  “I don’t know. Wouldn’t want you to be.” He groaned and stretched, and Cory thanked the cold water for also calming his thoughts as the guy exposed his chest even more. “Anywho… Good night.”

  “... Night Luca.” The door closed, and the university student dropped the towel to dress up, thinking about how his new friend worried for him; he did seem like a worrier, at least until he stood up for Cory when that other guild member pushed him.

  Cory put on his clothes and reached his conclusion. It was that, wasn’t it? He couldn’t even remember the st time anyone had stood up for him; usually Cory was the one who stood up for others, and it usually didn’t end well for him or the people on his side, but this guy had known him for less than 30 minutes with every interaction they had had, and he already was prepared to take a punch for him. He probably didn’t like him that way; he was just too pent-up. But as he got under his covers again and yawned, the feeling of sleep reached him at st. The young man thought about the fact that, friend or other, he liked the guy and was gd to have met him. Perhaps he could trust him with... some things.