𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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Without giving each other a second glance, Matt and I walked to the hotel lobby to our coach-arranged rooms. For God's sake, if I had to rate the possibility of being roommates with my seatmate Byron on a scale of one to ten, how much would I rate it? He's the most ridiculous man in the world.

"So," the coach said, turning to us, "You can have as much fun as you want until the game, girls, as long as you don't get into trouble. You have two days, make the most of it."

"Coach." One voice stood out from the others, and it was Matt's, which was enough for me to quickly shift my gaze elsewhere. "Can we switch rooms? Josh snores really bad, so I thought I could take Byron's room."

Wait, this is my room too. It was terrifying when our gazes collided as I turned to him with wide eyes. Did he just ask the coach for permission to move into my room in front of the whole team? He wouldn't, would he? Coach won't allow that, right?

"Sorry, kid," I breathed a sigh of relief, breaking our gaze when a soothing response came from the coach, "But the rooms have already been sorted. Your names are on file, and any changes at the list could cause chaos."

"Sorry, kid," Byron, standing right next to me, hilariously imitated the coach, put his arm around my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Your fag is mine for two nights."

Everyone laughed. Even a coach. Everyone except Matt and me. They thought he was joking, but what happened on the bus was very real. Matt and I's dirty little secret. As Byron continued to hang onto my shoulder, I saw Matt give him an almost murderous glare, but I didn't understand why.

Everyone dispersed to the rooms of the luxury hotel. As Byron and I walked down the corridor to find ours, there was a terrible buzzing sound in the background and I wondered if other residents of the hotel would be disturbed by it, but then Byron said we had our own floor. Of course the coach did. 

When we walked in to get settled into our room, I was surprised to see that it was a gorgeous penthouse suite. Byron somehow didn't seem as surprised as I was. He rolled himself into the air and howled like a rabid dog as he threw himself onto the bed, "So romantic, huh? I bet you'd like to be here with Luke."

I'm not going to lie, I really need Luke here, but not in the way you think.

While he was doing some exploring towards the mini bar in the room and the snacks in the fridge, I was busy unpacking my suitcases that I placed on one of the single beds. "I'm going out," Byron called with a ridiculous laugh, "We're going to go drinking with the boys. I'd like to invite you, but you know, there are hot chicks out there and I don't think you're interested in that side of things."

"You're right," I said, ignoring his not-so-subtle irony, "I'm not interested in hot chicks."

Byron was gone within minutes. This gave me a great opportunity to get in the shower and relax a bit. I was still wearing the remnants of the hot masturbation session on the bus and I found it awful. Both sides of my crotch were covered with dried sperm. 

Eww...

I took time to take a hot shower in the hotel's luxurious bathroom. I hummed happily to myself. Great, now things suck like never before and I can't help but feel lucky that I got to stroke my dick at the same time as my straight roommate on the team bus who said he didn't like me. Can I humiliate myself any further?

I took a long shower to wash away my own dried bodily fluids. I used the hotel's strawberry shower gel and dried off in a fluffy bathrobe before changing into a printed band tee and black sweatpants. Great comfort without underwear. Byron had been gone for nearly two hours, and when I heard a loud knock on the door, I winced, thinking he might have returned. I went to open the door while continuing to dry my hair with the small towel in my hand.

Another person was standing in front of me. 

Matt, his shoulder leaning against the door, is tall, with a sharp look in his eyes and a clearly drunken look on his face. Damn! "What do you want?" I squealed as I immediately took a few steps back. 

The thought of being alone in a hotel room with him scared me for some reason. Now we weren't on a team bus and it wasn't dark at all. How will I look at his face?

"Is Byron here?" He pushed me and intruded, "I left my headphones in that sucker."

"He went out," I jumped in, "When he comes back, I'll tell you that you were looking for him. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"I'll wait here," he interrupted, "We went to a shitty bar with the boys and the last time I saw him he was busy falling into a beer keg. He'll be back soon."

He threw himself into one of the armchairs in front of the large windows and grabbed a small remote. Will he stay here? Really? What do I do with him if Byron doesn't return all night? I grinned as a bright idea suddenly came to my mind, "Enjoy yourself until Byron gets back, I'll be going to bed soon."

Matt didn't answer me. He jumped from a stupid reality show on TV to a midnight basketball game. At this point I heard my phone ringing and I pulled her out of bed and there was obvious tension in my body language when I saw it was Luke calling. But I had to answer it, it might have been an emergency. "Hi Luke," I answered the call.

I turned my back to Matt, who was sitting on the couch, and pressed my palm against the phone and began whispering quietly, "I'm not available right now, do you mind if I call later?"

Hearing light footsteps behind me, I turned my shoulder to see Matt standing up and walking towards the mini bar in the room, it looked like he hadn't had enough to drink. "You can talk to your girlfriend," he said, gently nudging my shoulder as he passed me, "Pretend I don't exist, buddy."

"Wait, is that Matt?" A raspy Luke voice came through the phone, "I told you you'd have a roommate. Haven't you fucked yet?"

"I'm hanging up!" I shouted hurriedly and saw Matt walking back to the couch, holding a bottle of Jack in his hand.

He stretched his legs on the coffee table opposite the sofa, opened the bottle, brought it to his lips and took a big sip, without taking his eyes off me. I knew he was here to bother me. It was just for more embarrassment or something like that. Maybe he was bored and wanted to have some fun with me. Whatever the problem, I wasn't planning on giving him that opportunity. It was like being on a bus, but I got used to it. I've gotten used to Matt running away and pretending neither of them happened, rather than taking any responsibility after his confusing actions.

"Good night," I said suddenly, "I'm going to get some sleep."

"Why don't you accompany me?"

"Excuse me?" Okay, I wasn't expecting this.

"Why are you looking at me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Did you forbid to drink alcohol from your sissy mouth?"

Here's the golden rule for you; Provoking a man and challenging him to do something he believes he definitely won't do.

I went to the couch and sat next to him. I didn't speak to him as I pulled the whiskey from his hand. At this point, ignoring the way our fingers grazed each other, I brought the bottle to my mouth and, while swallowing the bitter liquid that pierced my stomach, I turned my eyes to the match on television, which would not attract my attention under any circumstances. 

I turned to Matt, hearing him chuckle slightly. He crossed his arms to hug his thick chest, "Why are you laughing? You asked me to accompany you and here I am."

"You're always so nervous around me," he admitted.

"Do you find this amusing?"

"No, I actually find it kind of cute."

Oh Matt, you have no idea...