Roll the Dice

Relax

Lucas swallowed hard as Mark giggled evilly. The Canadian's fingers curled around the end of his roommate's shirt as he looked at him from under his lashes. "On the floor or the bed," he asked cooly. While one hand slowly pulled up the Chinese man's shirt, the other wandered over his smooth abs. "Or maybe we can bend the rules a bit and try something a little different. I've always thought your desk had a more practical purpose." 

"Shut up," Lucas mumbled. He pushed Mark back a little and fiddled with the belt of his pants. "Are the lights really necessary-"

"Don't tell me your shy now," Mark interrupted. "The lights are necessary and I will fully enjoy seeing you on your hands and knees. I can finally stop imagining you looking back at with anime blush on your face. So on your hands and knees, clothed or not. I don't care if you just drop the jeans but I'm going to need to get to your asshole." Lucas made a sound of frustration and embarrassment low in his throat as he quickly turned around. 

He undid his belt before he could change his mind and popped the button on his pants. Lucas pushed his pants and boxers down as his face ignited in mortified red. He was thinking about how glad he was that Mark couldn't see his face when he felt hands on his defined waist. Mark jerked the man's shirt over his head, threw it aside, and pushed his back down. The younger boy dug his knee in the back of Lucas's leg, effectively sending them both to the floor with a loud thump.

"Mark, what the hell," Lucas shouted. The black-haired boy ignored him and brought the larger man onto his hands and knees. 

"There," Mark said with a huff. "Just about ready." He turned to his bed and fished around in the bag for a certain tube of pink-tinted, wonderful smelling gel. When he turned around and saw Lucas's head hung in humiliation, his fingers digging into the tough carpet, an evil idea came to mind. He placed the tube next to him while watched the shaking in the brunette's arms increase as his hands ran over his bare ass. A tremor ran down Lucas's spine at the gentle caresses of the man behind him, making him regret not smothering his roommate when he had the chance. 

"Relax," Mark cooed. His slim fingers probed his partner's hole with careful movements. He wanted to take his roommate to the very edge and shove him off, breaking the slightly older man until he was staring at the ceiling in utter bliss, getting fucked hard enough to make his glazed eyes see stars, and that would take patience and reassurance. As he pushed one fingertip inside. Lucas immediately squirmed uncomfortably and tried to jerk away. 

"Stop playing," the Chinese boy said in exasperation. "Just hurry up, I want to get this over with as fast as possible." Mark pushed his index finger in deeper while his other hand ran up and down the tall man's thigh comfortingly. 

"It'll hurt a whole lot more if I don't do this first," Mark reminded him. "Just try to relax a little. I know it's scary the first time," he murmured. "You just have to calm down and trust me. I won't hurt you any more than I have to." Lucas released a deep breath and slowly unclenched all of his muscles as Mark continued to glide his finger in and out of him. "Or unless you ask me to," the younger said in a teasing afterthought. 

"Just-get the lube and keep going." Lucas's face was scarlet as he told his roommate to keep fingering him and to go further. 

"Oh sorry," Mark said with a wicked smile. "Dice didn't say to use lube. Gotta play by the rules." 

"What, no," Lucas objected. "Hell no!" He tried to turn around but the top pushed him back into place and took his digit away completely. 

"I mean, I could bend the rules, but," Mark started. 

"I don't care, just do it," the Chinese man ordered. The devious Canadian smiled to himself as he grabbed the lube and squeezed a generous amount of gel on his fingers.