El Roommate [✔️]

Dec. 8th (6/6) [Kinda M]

I'm definitely thinking about making a sequel. Or maybe a prequel.

If I made a short story about Minho and Caleb before they met ...

Does that sound like a good idea?

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7:01pm

Caleb didn't really know how he ended up bent over the sink in the family bathroom with Minho ramming into his ass.

He knew a lot of things.

But this wasn't one of them.

Caleb gasped when the older's calloused hand fixed itself over his mouth and then he pulled him up into a standing position.

It hadn't been that long after they ordered dessert.

In fact immediately after their waitress (Caleb learned that her name had been Camille) took their orders and departed, Caleb had been notified of the boner that his boyfriend apparently had.

He hoped that it hadn't been because of the attractive waitress. Sometimes Caleb had doubts like that.

And knowing that Minho was a very horny man who was willing to fuck any human that moved didn't help ease those doubts.

But what did help ease those thoughts was the fact that he slammed into him and whispered his name like a mantra into his ear.

Caleb let out a muffled moan when the older pushed himself in further hitting the bundle of nerves that sent him over the edge.

Literally.

Upon being thrusted into again, he found himself leaning over the sink and gripping it tighter than a Christian gripped their bible upon seeing some unholy shit.

He was yanked up into a standing position again and this time the same hand that had once been over his mouth was now wrapped around his neck squeezing tight. But not too tight.

"Lean over again and I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for the rest of the year." Contrary to his words though, Minho had actually stopped thrusting while delivering his threat. Which disappointed Caleb.

He pushed himself back onto the older, flinching a bit when he squeezed a bit harder on his throat. But the older resumed his tasteful movements again.

And at that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"One moment!" Minho grunted out.

"I need to pee!" A child shouted from outside.

But neither of the men replied. In fact, Minho sped up and moved his hand from around the younger's neck to his semi-hard length the tease it.

Another knock sounded on the door and just as Caleb was about to snap at the kid, the familiar bone-melting heat pooled in his stomach and coursed through his veins.

Even though his blood roared in his ears, he could still hear the persistent knocks of the annoying kid outside.

At that moment Caleb lost.

Not just his cool, but the competition he had told himself he wouldn't lose.

"Fuck off!" He moaned.

Or maybe he yelled.

Either way it worked because there was no more knocking.

1 point for Caleb. 0 for the nuisance.