The Price of Love (Boyxboy)

7

alex p.o.v.

Camille fell forward onto my chest, exhausted. Her bare back rose up and down as she breathed heavily, recovering from her climax. Usually, I would be doing the same thing, but this time, I didn't feel as worn out. I hadn't really pushed myself this time, and it didn't give me the same kind of pleasure any more.

When Camille had regained her breath, she sat up, displaying her bare chest. I glanced down, but not with the usual hunger I was used to.

"Do you want to go another round?" She asked. I blinked up at her.

"No."

"You sure?" She asked. Her expression was concerned.

"Yes."

"Okay." She got up off of me and walked to the bathroom, swaying her hips sensually. I rolled my eyes, then caught myself. Normally, the sight of her bare body would make me immediately aroused. Now, I was practically scoffing at her trying to impress me.

What's happening to me?

Sighing, I snatched my phone off the stand. It was almost one, and Dean still wasn't back yet. He was probably working, but I still worried about him. I typed in a quick text asking when he would be back, but I deleted the question before locking my phone.

He was busy.

I didn't care.

He was just my roommate.

Camille came back, her face brighter. She straddled my hips and leaned down, fitting her mouth to mine. She smelled like strawberries and honey.

It sickened me.

I kissed back, gingerly, not wanting to get more heated than this. She rocked her hips against mine, and I perked up a little. My hands found her waist, and I ground her harder onto me. I bit her lower lip slightly, and she gasped. I took the opportunity to slip my tongue in between her lips. I probed around, our tongues clashing slightly, but she didn't fight my dominance like Dean would have.

I broke the kiss suddenly, my head snapping back and hitting the headboard. "Ow," I said, rubbing my head.

"What's wrong?" Camille asked, concerned.

"Nothing," I said, gritting my teeth. I pulled her roughly towards me and kissed her harder. I felt her smile against my lips. She liked it rough.

I flipped her over so that she was pinned under me and practically attacked her, not wanting to think any more about my roommate. I nipped and bit and sucked all over her torso and neck before going down farther for the next round I knew she wanted. I surrounded myself in skin and the smell of strawberries and honey, making sure that she was the only thing on my mind.

It only half-worked.

dean p.o.v.

(earlier)

"He actually fell for it?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't think he would."

"Maybe he thought he was meeting someone else."

"Yeah, or maybe he's as stupid as he looks."

"I think he's pretty hot."

"Keep it in your pants - at least until the boss gives the go ahead."

Mean laughter resonated from all around me. My head felt woozy, like I had just had my body weight worth of drinks. I tried to groan, but my mouth had been taped shut. It felt like I had been tied to a chair, which normally wouldn't be that big of a deal if I were doing normal work.