Red Velvet Cake

Caught

Adam sat down at his desk. Another night in, he thought to himself. He took his hair down and massaged his scalp a bit. "Damn...I wish someone was doing this for me," he laughed aloud. He gently brushed around his ears, then around his head, then slowly massaged the back of his neck and leaned back in his chair. He sighed and shut his eyes trying to imagine his hand belonged to someone else. He put his other hand underneath his shirt and ran it across his stomach, slowly making his way up to his chest. "Please", he whispered. Adam bit his lip and began running his fingers over his nipples. "Fuck." Sensitive by nature, he could feel himself getting worked up. Luckily for him, his roommate was out running errands so he could make as much noise as he wanted. He moved his other hand from the back of his neck to his inner thigh. He loved to tease himself, the only thing better than that was having someone else tease him, make him needy, completely ruin him. He hovered over the bulge in his pajama pants then placed his palm on it. "God," he breathed heavily. Finally. He'd been horny all day but wanted to wait until he had the apartment to himself and being pent up always made him feel....better.

He circled his nipple with his finger as he unbuttoned his pajama pants then pulled his dick through the opening and gripped it firmly in his hand. "Please...please touch me. I need it," he begged. Adam began stroking himself slowly. "Fuck, that feels so good," he whimpered. He sped up, slowing only when he felt himself getting close. He was being very loud but the walls were thick and his roommate was out. What was the point of trying to be quiet?

Jessica hustled up the stairs, shopping bags in hand. She was tired and very relieved to have made it home. Well, almost. She still had to make it up the stairs, put everything away, and then she'd be done. What about dinner, she thought as she walked down the hallway. Maybe I'll cook. Spaghetti? That's so lazy. How about tacos? Quesadillas? Shrimp fried-. Her thoughts were interrupted by a muffled sound coming from her apartment. It was faint. She pressed her ear to the door. It was Adam, crying? No. She felt her face flush as she backed away from the door. She looked down at her bags, then at the door. What should she do? Jangle the door knob hoping he hears and stops his...activities. Or could she sneak in quietly, he was loud enough, it would probably work, then she wouldn't have to interrupt. She carefully unlocked the door and slipped through. She could hear him moaning and whimpering. He was begging too, but she couldn't hear anyone else. She tried her best to tune it out but it was impossible. She tiptoed into her room, home free. She shut the door but as she turned to walk deeper into her room, a shopping bag brushed against a mug sitting on her desk. It fell in slow motion and hit the floor with a loud thud. The moaning stopped and she froze. At least it didn't break.

"Jess?" Adam called out. He quickly stuffed himself back into his pj's and put his hair up.

"Umm...no?" she answered back. She silently flailed around her room. Once she'd composed herself she opened her door and sheepishly poked her head out. "Yes?"

"I didn't know you were home," he said, opening his door.

"Yeah I just came in a minute ago..." This is so awkward, she thought. She'd do anything to get out of this moment. She could barely look at him. His hair had been hastily pulled up. A few strands had been left out and fell around his face which was obviously very red. But why, was he embarrassed or tuckered out from-

"Sorry about the noise," Adam said, breaking the silence. I got a bit...carried away."

"You did? I thought I heard you talking to someone in there," she answered without thinking. Adam's face reddened even more.

"Not not that I was listening, I just happened to overhear," she added.

"Oh. It's just me in here. I was talking to myself," he trailed off. Unfortunately, he thought.