Fuck Buddies

pt.1

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It happens on a desperate night, at a desperate hour, in a desperately empty college dorm.

My school-board-assigned roommate ignites all of my desires by entering the cramped space we share in a scantily-clad, gay nightmare of an outfit.

Picture it; tight cut-off jean shorts, rainbow suspenders racing up a bare chest (openly displaying nipple and navel piercings) - stomach tight, slim, smooth, and tan. Topping it all off, he's wearing a stuffed unicorn hat and knee high rainbow socks.

Backstory? Levi and I aren't close. In terms of living arrangements, we have a solid agreement of not disturbing the other as much as possible. Up to a week ago, he'd been staying with a boyfriend ninety percent of the time anyway. Ours is a politely distant relationship, in the way that I do not know any of his friends, hobbies or interests and I've only seen him fully dressed.

We also couldn't be further apart on the spectrum of gay. You could say I'm on the closeted end with a handful of times I experimented. Levi is on the openly flamboyant end with five different dildos in his drawer (I snooped, kill me). He oozes gay with every step he takes.

The differences go on and on. He's on an art scholarship, I'm on a sports scholarship. He's skinny, I've got muscle. He's brunette, I'm blonde...

"Sorry Collin," he announces at the way I'm openly eye-raping him. "Costume party... this was all I had to work with."

It doesn't bother me. Not at all. It is sparking a very intense passion I haven't felt in a long time.

"Ended at 10 o'clock?" I manage as nonchalantly as possible. "Kinda' lame party."

He laughs and takes off his unicorn hat, revealing a mess of bedhead brown hair that is thick and crazy at the moment. Running a hand through it in an attempt to get it under control, he takes a seat on the bed across from mine and crosses his legs.

"Was it ever... but I managed to avoid ex-boyfriend drama!"

"Hurrah," I say lazily, looking back down at my phone.

"What are you still doing here? It's a Friday night..."

Levi is right that I should be out partying, socializing, or hooking up. But I guess that's what makes it such a desperate situation. I flash him the screen of my phone and the Tinder profile I am currently perusing.

"Trying to get lucky. Not a lot happening tonight, unfortunately."

"Ugh. I know what you mean. I need to get laid so bad!" Yeah. As indicated by your outfit... "I don't have time for cock-blocking bastard ex's who can't make up their fucking minds. Like... will you or won't you!?" he screeches to no-one. Then he takes a deep breath and digs out his own phone from impossibly tight pockets. "And Grindr is just a fucking shit show," Levi continues in a rant. "Mostly all bottoms... and if you find a top they're kinky daddies that want to make me a slave boy or something... not my thing."

"Sounds rough," I agree - playing dumb (it's one of my talents). I'm not even looking over at him anymore, just furiously swiping right and putting aside all usual standards for the time being.

"Pssh! You don't even know the half of it," he groans, ending our brief conversation there.

Honestly it's the most we've talked since we moved into this place.

I risk another peek at him to find he's now distracted on his phone. I'm free to drink in the lines of his body and consider them seriously.

Mmhmm, Levi's looking like a pig on a platter.