My Hot Roommates [mxm+]

ʚɞ˚chapter 6˚ʚɞ

FINN'S POV

The next day I woke up in my room. I don't remember sleepwalking in there, or teleporting myself on the air mattress, so I put two and two together and guessed that one of the dudes moved me here—which was weird to say the least.

I was 20 for god's sake. Did I really make another man pick me up and take me to my room? Maybe. Probably. Most likely.

Two words: Utterly embarrassing. And embarrassed.

Moving on...I have classes today at 11 AM which means I have 3 hours to kill. I didn't really know what to do—especially since it's my first day actually living in the apartment—so I just did the first thing any clean person would do: take a shower.

The bathroom was a scary place. Not because it wasn't my bathroom (it technically was), but because it was connected to Adam's room so he could probably walk in whenever he wanted—which he probably won't want to walk in, but still!

Out of the three doors in the bathroom, the only one you can lock is the middle door that doesn't lead to any bedroom. It's the door in the hallway. I wouldn't say it's the most useless, but I would've liked it if you could lock all three doors. Better safe than sorry.

I still didn't unpack my hygiene and shower things so I ended up using some of Adam's shower gel. I didn't use a lot and I swore to buy him a new bottle so he won't hate me more. As for my hair, I just washed it with water and that's it. I decided to actually wash it at night since I wanted its moisture to stay in there for a bit.

After my quick shower, I got dressed in some shorts and a hoodie. The shorts weren't from a big brand or anything but my hoodie was a classic black Nike one. It was oversized, too, since I despised wearing hoodies that actually fit me. It was like wearing socks with flip flops: uncomfortable and weird.

I left my hair damp and down as I was too lazy to blow dry it and style it. I could do that before I leave for my classes, so it wasn't a big deal. Although I do admit I was a little hesitant about not fixing it since it was my first actual day living with my roommates.

Drake came to my room at around 8:30 saying that he made breakfast for everyone—including me. And while I appreciated the gesture, I was a bit nervous about eating with all three of my roommates. I, however, got up and followed Drake out of my room and into the kitchen/living room area.

Nathan and Adam were already seated on the stools, eating their food. Drake shoved me onto the stool closest to my room (the one on the far right) and placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.

"You're able to eat all that, right?" Drake asked whilst working in the kitchen.

I stared down at the plate of food in front of me and nodded. "Yeah, but I don't usually eat breakfast..." I trailed off.

Adam made a sort of snorting sound. "That's gonna change. Drake is like the mom of all of us."

My eyes widened. Wasn't Adam just mad at me yesterday or something? Gahh, why were they all so confusing.

"I prefer being called the daddy of you all," Drake slyly replied, winking. He placed a cup of tea in front of me. "Sugar or no sugar?"

"Uh—"

"Give him sugar," Nathan interrupted me. I looked over to see that he was reading the newspaper, which was weird since no one read the newspaper anymore. But once I took a closer look, I realized he was reading a magazine. A kinky magazine. Like BDSM and sex toys kinky.

My face went red and I immediately looked away to see Drake trying to cover up his laughter. He dropped two cubes of sugar in my tea and mixed it up with a spoon.