My Roommate the Sex God

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Keagan

Our trip was drawing close to an end, and honestly I was kind of ready to go back home.

I missed a lot of New Years parties back home because of this trip, and though the thought of missing a party bothered me... I still kind of had a nice time here.

Jamison's parents didn't really drink so instead of alcohol they all had glasses of sparkling cider instead. Which seriously made me feel like a child, but I dealt with it.

His parents ended up throwing in the towel around ten anyways, so at least Jamison and I got in few traditional New Years midnight kisses. That was definitely a plus.

But today his dad was back at work and his mom had decided that she was going to take his sister out for a girls day, so it was just Jamison and I together for a majority of the day... You know, if he'd wake up.

I flipped aimlessly through the channels and finally settled on some familiar 90's sitcom. It didn't do much for holding my attention though, all I could think about was how much I loved this house.

The living room was warm, the kitchen always smelled great, and the rooms were all perfect sized.

I know I just said I was ready to go, but I was also going to miss this... Well the atmosphere, and the company too I guess, but primarily the atmosphere.

I wanted something like this to call my own; a home, a big plushy couch, a warm bed with someone in it.

"Hey..." I looked up to see a sleepy Jamison before me, he had one hand rubbing his eye and the other one stretching up into the air.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty." I chuckled as Jamie crawled into my lap. "How'd you sleep?"

"Not well." He yawned as he nuzzled his face against my neck. "Would have been better if you'd actually sleep in there with me."

I laughed and shook my head. "Just a few more days until I can."

"Ugh." He groaned before stretching again. "So where is everyone else?"

"Your dad's at work and your moms out with your sister."

"So... We're alone?" He asked, suddenly being wide awake.

"Yeah. Unless you have some other relative here I didn't know about."

He smirked happily before turning around in my lap so that he was straddling me. "Nope, no other relatives."

I couldn't help but to cock my eyebrow at how... Weird he was being.

"So what's your point with all this?" I asked, still cocking my brow.

"This..." He cupped my face and basically just took charge of my mouth. No warning, no build up into a make out, just straight, hot, and to the fucking point. There was no question in my mind of what Jamison wanted from this.

Well of course there wasn't, we've only been dancing around this topic for months... Now finally it was here.

I tried to waste as little time as possible. I even considered staying on the couch, but I couldn't bring myself to do that in Jamison's house.

I think the toughest thing was climbing those fucking stairs though, because even though Jamison was lighter than a feather, he wasn't necessarily transparent.

When we finally got to his room, I backed my way up to his bed and sat down with him still in my lap. It took him all of fifteen seconds to push me over and take control over me again.

His hips grinding into mine, my hands gripping onto his surprisingly plump ass, and his fingers knotted into my hair.

"Fuck..." I gasped as Jamison's lips trailed down my neck.

"Yeah, exactly." He giggled as he nipped the tender skin right under my jaw.

I tried so hard not to care that I just heard the door open from downstairs, and I really tried not to pay attention to the footsteps coming up the stairs, but as soon as I heard his mothers voice I practically threw Jamison off of me.

"What the fuck?!" He hissed, but shh'd him right before his mother walked in.

"Look who's finally awake!" She cheered. "Did you get tired of waiting Keagan?"

"Yeah." I laughed awkwardly. "There are only so many episodes of Full House you can watch before you want to blow your brains out."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "There's lunch downstairs for you boys. Our girls day out got rained out again. But we figured we could bring you boys back a little something to eat."

We both smiled and thanked her before she left and then both stared at with a "holy shit, that was close" look for god knows how long.

"So... Fucking... Close." Jamison groaned, throwing himself down into his pillows.

"Just a few more days till we're back at school." I chuckled. "Then nothing will interrupt us."

"So... You really want to keep us going when we're back at school?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... Us! You, me, plural but kind of as a singular unit."

"Oh... You and me together?"

"Yeah." He all but whispered. "What's gonna happen with that? Cause I'm not really looking for another friends with benefits situation."

"I don't know what's gonna happen..." I said, being completely honest. "I don't even know what we are."

"Great." Jamison sighed and covered his face. "Just fucking gre-"

"Now don't you fucking start with that." I interrupted. "Don't turn into a bitch just because I didn't profess some undying love to you."

Jamison sat up a bit with way more emotion in his eyes than I had expected.

"What I'm trying to say is that we're young... What we have going for us is great. Why ruin it with a label? I'll call you mine and you can call me yours if people ask. But calm the fuck down for a second princess." I laughed at the end of that diatribe I just spit out, which earned me a well deserved punch to my arm.

"So that's just it? That's what our relationship is? Just a weird... Cluster fuck of just winging it?"

"Yeah I guess."

"So you're free to screw around and-"

I covered his lips with my finger and smiled. "Do you really think I would just do that to you? Do you really think I have absolutely no loyalties to anything other than my dick?"

"Well... No, I just-"

"Have a notion in your head that everything should be black and white. I get it, but just trust me... You'll find some doctor who's gonna win your heart and I'll just become some nostalgic thought in the back of your mind one day. You'll thank me for this label-less idea soon enough."

"Do you really think that's gonna happen?" He asked, almost sounding completely insulted.

"No, I know that's gonna happen. It always does, I'm everyone's experiment or dirty secret."

"Now it all makes sense." Jamison laughed in that condescending way I used to hate... "You don't use labels to protect yourself. Because if it doesn't have a label, then it never really happened. I'm going to prove you wrong though Keagan Bradley. Just you wait and see."

"Mm, you do that Jamison Price." I smirked before kissing him chastely. "And when you do, I'll wear a dress and you can do my makeup."

"Deal." He said as he sternly took my hand in his own and shook it.

And I couldn't help but to laugh and kiss him again.

I knew I was already in too deep, but why the fuck not just keep going with this?

I was kind of happy now at least, so what really could I lose from this that alcohol and meaningless sex couldn't just replace?