Ben
"Why are you spacing out on me, Ben?" Lee asked me. I honestly didn't know what he was talking about. My mind was focused on one person, Bryce. Since that morning, he and I called a truce. However, the memory of him asking me not to stop while my lips touched his body still lingered.
"Did one of your exes call you, begging to come back?" asked Lee.
"No," I answered, "Just thinking of what to get for lunch."
However, Lee wasn't convinced. "Just get whatever, or whoever you want."
"Perv," I say to him jokingly, "If you must know, I'm a little anxious about starting a new band."
"Don't worry about that," he told me, "We have plenty of time to find someone to join. We still need a bass player and a guitarist. Which reminds me. Check this kid out."
Lee showed me a video of this kid who I remembered from one of my shows. He said I was his idol and how he would be happy to be in a band with me. "I remember him, Brendan, right?" I asked.
Lee nodded and said, "Yeah, and he's a senior in high school, but he's only got two classes this semester and he graduates in the fall."
"Wow, that's impressive."
"Ill reach out to him to audition."
To be honest I couldn't even think about any of that. All I could think about was my homophobic roommate and how much I wanted him. If I told Lee about it, he would tell me that I have been watching too many BL dramas and that something was seriously wrong with me for wanting Bryce.
I decided, against my better judgement, to make him mine. And as my mother tells me, the quickest way into a man's heart is through his stomach.
Bryce
For the meantime, Ben and I have called a truce and just decided to leave each other alone. However, I get the feeling that he's thinking he's won. Everytime I come back to the dorm, there he is with a smug grin on his face that makes me want to punch him.
He also leaves these bags of snacks on the dining table with a note for me saying Don't touch!!! As if he were taunting me. I peek in the bags and it's all stuff I like.
One night, while he was out, I grabbed a couple bags of chips and opened them, "Oops, what have I done?" I said sarcastically. "Oh my, I shouldn't be greedy, I should share with my roomie." I poured out some chips from the bag out on his bed and threw the empty bag on it as well. After I finished eating his snacks I wrote him a little note saying, I ate them, so what?! And went to bed.
After some time, Ben came back and asked me after he searched the bag, "Anything you want to tell me?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"The snacks that were in the bag," he pointed out, "Did you take them and make a mess, or were we visited by a stray dog?"
I got up off the bed, "How the fuck should I know? You come home and all you do is bitch, bitch, bitch. Such a pain in the ass, I swear." I went to the bathroom with a hint of satisfaction knowing that I got under his skin and he can't do a thing about it.
And that is what he did, nothing. I continued this for a couple days and he still hasn't said or done anything about it.
All was well, until one weekend where I stayed home to do laundry and Ben went out to run errands. I had finished folding my last load of clothes and decided to relax. And by relax, I meant watch porn.
I found a really hot video and started to play with myself. I was watching the video and imagining being the guy in the video, giving it to the girl real good. I stroked my hardening cock in sync with what was going on in the video, leading myself closer and closer to release. I was at the verge of orgasming and right when I came, the door opened and my fucking roommate walked in.
Ben
I really didn't expect the sight I saw when I came home. I had finished my errands and went to get a bubble tea from a local shop close to the dorms. Once I got the order, I headed back to the dorms and opened the door to see Bryce on his bed finishing himself off and quickly covering himself when he saw me. All I could do was smile.
"What the fuck are you grinning about?" he said as I walked over to my bed, "Nothing to see here, queer. Get out!"
"And why should I leave?" I asked, "This is our room, meaning it's a shared living space. If you wanted privacy, you could've jerked off in the bathroom. Or were you wanting to give me a show?" I asked with a devious grin.
"Dream on, faggot!" he replied, "I fucking hate you. I don't want to breathe the same air as you, let alone share a room with someone like you. I bet you chase after men cause your dad didn't love you enough as a kid."
When he said that about my father I threw my bubble tea to the floor and immediately grabbed his arms and pinned him down on the bed. "Don't you ever talk about my dad that way, you hear me?!"
"Get off me!"
"I've had enough of your shit, Bryce!" I positioned my body in between his legs so he couldn't kick me off.
"Let me go," he said as he struggled against me. "Get off me!"
"And why do I have to listen to you?" My face just inches away from his, and I began to notice a change in Bryce. "Where's your tough talk now, huh?"
Bryce then went from fiery and feisty to scared and helpless. "Please," he said on the verge of crying, "Don't hurt me. Please let me go. Don't hurt me, please. I'm sorry." He began to hyperventilate and cry like he was having a panic attack.
"Bryce?" I called him, "Are you ok?" I let go of his arms and lifted myself up off of him. "What's the matter?"
Once Bryce noticed he's free, he pushed me and with his legs free, kicked me off his bed completely.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Bryce?" I asked him.
"I hate you," was all he could say, curling up in a sitting fetal position.
Unable to take anymore from this idiot, I angrily left the dorm and called Lee to hang out for a while. But no matter what Lee and I talked about, I couldn't get the image of Bryce crying out of my mind and decided to go back.
Instead of finding a pissed off roommate, I found something worse. Bryce was asleep but whatever he was dreaming about had him crying and screaming. "No, please. Someone help me. Let go of me! Someone please help me."
"Bryce, what's wrong?" I walked over to him but his cries became worse. "Wake up, Bryce! Wake up!"
Bryce then said something I didn't expect him to say. "Ben, help me. Please save me, Ben!"
I shake Bryce to wake him up and he sits up and puts his arms around me while he sobs into my shoulder, my arms follow suit as I hold him close. "It's ok, Bryce. I'm here. I'm here."
After a minute or two, Bryce stopped sobbing and he let go. The moment he saw my face, he pushed me off him again. "Get the fuck off me, faggot!"
"What the hell, Bryce," I called out to him as he seemed to compose himself like he wasn't crying at all. "What's wrong with you? I was trying to wake you up!"
"And who asked you to wake me up?" he coldly asked.
"No one," I replied, "But I'm nice enough to know an adult having nightmares where they scream and cry like you did, are going through or went through bad things."
"I wasn't crying," he boldly tried to deny it, "I'm not a little bitch, like you."
"Stop acting tough, Bryce," I said, "What happened? You can tell me."
"Mind your fucking business," he answered back, "Remember this, asshole, even if I were sick and dying, I would never ask you for help."
"Then I'm sorry," I told him in a somber tone, "I'm sorry for intervening." I left for the bathroom after saying that. As angry and confused I was at him, my heart still went out to him. He didn't directly tell me, but I imagine that his prejudice towards people like me and his reaction earlier when I had pinned him down was due to something he went through, or a fear that someone planted in his mind.
Bryce
As much as I didn't want to admit it to him, I knew I called out to him. I was back at that place, tied up and scared like I was before. Normally I call out for my dad. But tonight, I called for him. I don't know why but I was needing him to come rescue me.
And he did. He came and as soon as he called my name, I was free and I grabbed him and pulled him in my arms. I felt safe for the first time I had the nightmare about that place. Normally I wake up scared and high strung, but I wasn't this time. I was in his arms and I felt like I belonged there. After I realized that I snapped out of it and pushed him off me again.
"Get the fuck off me, faggot!"
"What the hell, Bryce," he said after getting him away, "What's wrong with you? I was trying to wake you up!"
"And who asked you to wake me up?" I asked, trying to put as much hate in my voice as I could.
"No one," he replied, "But I'm nice enough to know an adult having nightmares where they scream and cry like you did, are going through or went through bad things."
"I wasn't crying," I told him, "I'm not a little bitch, like you."
"Stop acting tough, Bryce. What happened? You can tell me."
"Mind your fucking business," I answered back, "Remember this, asshole, even if I were sick and dying, I would never ask you for help."
"Then I'm sorry," he said, sadly, "I'm sorry for intervening." He got up and left.
I felt awful for pushing him away like that. But I couldn't give him any hope that he was winning me over. Gays like him take a mile when you give them an inch and I didn't want Ben to take full advantage of me. I had to be strong, I had to keep my guard up. I can't let Ben think he's winning. Even though in the back of my mind, I knew I was losing.