roommates ♢ muke ✔️

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"mr hemmings, may i ask why you're wearing a sweatshirt?" my professor asks right before i walk out the door.

"it's, uh, it's too cold." i lie in reply.

the professor looks at me strangely. it's not until i walk outside, i realize why. the weather is scalding hot, i'm gasping for air. my hot fabric clings to my sticky skin because of my sweat.

"dude, you look like you're about to melt into a puddle." ashton comments as he strolls up to me, holding a half full cold water bottle in his hand. 

it's so hot that i start fanning myself, trying to keep myself from fainting. i start panting and i literally snatch ashton's water bottle out his hands and pour the contents over my head.

i release a sigh of relief as the cold water refreshes me momentarily. the sensation quickly goes away and i'm left sweating again.

ashton shoots me a strange look and tries to take my sweatshirt off. i struggle and shove him off. he looks suspicious and jumps on me, forcing my sweatshirt over my head.

i scream at the top of my lungs and kick him in the balls as i get away.

"don't go around raping people," michael comments teasingly as he watches the chaos unfold.

"fucking help me!" i scream at the top of my lungs as ashton lies on top of me and tries to see what i'm hiding underneath the sweatshirt.

"i mean i could but why? i'm not going to endanger my beautiful face," michael shrugs casually.

"fucking help me before i get up and break your damn jaw!" i threaten him.

my threat seems to knock some sense into him and he kicks ashton off of me. michael offers me a hand up and i take it.

if i was hot before, i'm absolutely dying now. my sweat is soaking my clothes until i'm actually dripping.

"what are you trying so hard to hide?" ashton pants, wiping away some sweat of his own.

"n- nothing!" i stutter weakly.

"a bunch of dicks," michael corrects.

ashton looks momentarily confused. "a bunch of dicks?" he repeats.

michael shoves me sleeve up and ashton is able to admire my dick-imprinted arm. his jaw drops and his eyes flicker from me, to michael, to the detailed dick drawings on my arm.

"they have veins and everything, how long did this take?" ashton asks, looking shocked.

"not long actually. i have a lot of experience drawing dicks," michael answers smoothly.

"because you are one yourself?" ashton shoots back harshly.

michael shrugs his shoulders. he's in no position to deny the fact that he's a rude bastard.

"well come on luke, you should've came to me earlier. 99.9% germ killing hand sanitizer will make this come right off," ashton tugs me along with him.

i gulp and stumble after ashton clumsily. michael stands back and watches us, humour sparkling in his pristine green eyes. it's not when i'm halfway across the campus when he finally yells after me.

"you're not going to even say goodbye?"