Roommates

Part 7**

A knock at the front door pulled your attention from your book, your head snapping up to see Shawn practically sprinting to answer it. Half-naked.

"Thanks," he muttered, signing for the package with his right hand and using his left to hold the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He hid most of himself behind the door as he carefully took the box and waved goodbye to the mailman.

"I could've answered it," you giggled, you eyes raking over his bare middle as he sighed with a grin. His cheeks and chest were rosy from the shower, his curls a wet mop on top of his head. There was a minor bulge beneath his towel.

"I wanted to," he spoke, making his way over to the kitchen table where you were seated. "But," he grinned as he plunked the cardboard box in front of you, "open it up."

You gave him a questioning look, praying to the universe that it wasn't some sort of expensive gift. "Shawn, you better not hav-," you started, cutting yourself off as you unwrapped the metal from its bubble wrap, "Oh my God." They were handcuffs. He ordered fucking handcuffs.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," he grinned, giddy as ever. The blush creeping up his cheeks was unmistakeable, but he seemed to be more excited than ashamed. "I just know that we agreed to try new things, and I thought this would be a good start."

"I-I, I don't know what to say," you stuttered, grinning with a shake of your head. "Y-yes," you looked up at him, noticing the water droplets falling from his wet hair as he leaned back in relief. "Yes, I'd love to."

"Thank God," he sighed, tucking his chair in to lean a little closer to you. "I leave in the morning, so I was thinking we could give them a try tonight."

"What?" your heart sank and you weren't really sure why. "Where are you going?"

"S'just a short promo tour, nothing crazy," he assured you, reaching out to put a hand on your thigh but seemingly rethinking it, rerouting it to his own. "I'll only be away for a week."

"A week?" you asked, trying not to sound too desperate. "You're leaving me alone in your house for a week?"

"It's your house too!" he smiled, shaking his head at your innocence. "You'll be fine. You're a big girl."

"That I am," you grinned, closing your book as you turned to face him, a devilish smirk adorning your plump lips. "A big girl who does big girl things." He shook his head at you with a boyish grin.

"What are you, um," he shifted in his seat, the gears clearly turning inside of his head. His palm pressed on his towel, an unmistakeable bulge growing visible. You had him right where you wanted him.

"I mean," you spoke lowly, slipping off of your chair and onto your knees, directly in front of him, "if you'll let me."

"Jesus," he groaned, running his fingers through his wet hair. He looked down at you, hands still concealing the lump in his towel. He sharply inhaled as you reached out and raked your fingernails up his shins, the thin hairs of his legs beneath you fingertips. "Fuck, baby, I'll let you do anything."

"Good boy," you grinned, pushing off of your heels and leaning forward, settling your middle between his knees. He quickly moved his hands from his hard-on, wrapping his long fingers around the edge of the chair on either side of him. As you peeled the towel from his middle, his eyes fluttered shut and a furrow formed between his brows.

His length sprung upward, the rosy tip practically begging you to wrap your lips around it. His cock jumped as you ran your fingers up his muscular thighs, giving them a little squeeze as you looked up at him lazily, tilting your head up.