The Roommate (boyxboy) -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter 3

I'll post most of it on here so those people who don't like reading lemons wont be left out :)

The real chapters in my rated r section in my library :P

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James’s POV

Elliot seems perfectly fine now; maybe he just had a mood swing. Either that or the spaghetti I made him, thanks to Rodney for going out to get food, got him to forget about whatever it was that was bothering him. I know how much he likes food so…no he seemed himself after he got up. It’s probably nothing to worry about…

I sat down next to him on the couch after Rodney walked out of the apartment in a huff, obviously mad Elliot beat his record. I looked over as he downed his food. His eyes had circles around them as always though he sleeps most of the day, his nose tipped up slightly, his mouth curved into his signature cheeky smile. He would be a good looking guy if he didn’t look so sickly, he was so skinny and pale, his hair was never styled properly; it’s still a wonder how he gets so many people in bed. Even I can’t get that many if I tried; not saying he’s ugly though just that he looks so sick. Sick like those druggies you see on intervention. He isn’t an addict so what's wrong? Even his voice sometimes sounds like he’s holding back something…

“Like what you see?” he giggled pulling me out of my trance. Why did I care? It’s not like he’s changed over the years. Why am I thinking about it more and more? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “You don’t? Well that’s rude.” He huffed and placed his plate on the overstuffed coffee table before sinking in to the back of the couch.

“No no Elliot I was just…thinking. Sorry. I didn’t mean that.” I responded after I figured out what I had done.

“So you do like what you see?” he leaned over, his face an inch from mine, and grinned evilly. I face palmed. Why does he always have to catch those things? Why does he always have to flip my words? “Admit it James. You like what you see.” He leaned in closer making me jerk back, my spine now awkwardly against the arm rest. “Come on James.” He crawled towards me the grin somehow bigger showing every one of his teeth.

What is he doing? He’s going to attack me. Oh my god he’s going to kill me! He’s finally cracked! I took a deep breath. Dude. What the hell is wrong with you? He’s just being childish again. Relax. My self inflicted argument made me miss the fact that Elliot was now straddling my hips bending over so his face was a mere inch away. His warm breath caressed my face breaking my train of thought. Maybe I should just say I do and get this over with but then what? He’ll think I’m in love with him. Ha! That would be funny. And most likely very awkward seeing that it’s completely untrue. No I’ll just stay quiet and wait until his moment is over. Sounds like a good plan.

“I’ll make you admit it.” He breathed pressing his nose to mine. How? Tickle me to death? Oh please don’t. “Fine then.” He shot back a few inches; his face now looked determined. I groaned mentally, what did I do to deserve this? He’s probably going to slap me until I say so, torture me, and make me do things for him…well more so than he does now. He placed both his hands at the top of my jeans and pressed down as he leaned closer again. I jerked forward at the pressure and he obviously knew I was going to do that because before I knew it his lips were pressed against mine. I widened my eyes at him and tried to get away by pulling back but he followed. I was stuck between him and the arm rest with nowhere to go. Oh my god he’s kissing me! For real this time! What do I do? I restrained myself from not kissing back on instinct, what is this boy doing? He moved his cold hands up under my shirt to my chest. I flinched at his touch. He pressed his lips harder against mine wanting me to kiss him back, which was not something I was going to do any time soon.

I kept my wide eyes on him as I tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t want to push him off, I’d hurt him but if that’s what I have to do then…I put my hands on his chest and tried to move him, he didn’t budge, rather he smiled and ran his slightly warmer hands down to the button of my jeans. He kept his lips against mine so I couldn’t speak and tried to massage me through my pants. No way, nuh uh I am NOT going to get a boner from him. I struggled to get away from him; I moved my legs frantically, which didn’t work; I tried to push him again, which didn’t work either. Fuck! His hand was starting to get rough against me, shit. I need him off me now! I shook my head making his lips part from mine.

“Get off me Elliot!” I yelled in his ear possibly a little too loudly but I didn’t care. I’m not going to let this guy do what he wants to me, even if he’s been my friend for years. He shook his head.

“Admit you like what you see and I’ll get off.” He smirked. I blinked.

“No.” God I’m so headstrong. He shrugged and continued to rub my nether regions. Damn, if I don’t make him stop soon I’ll be up from the contact. Stupid hormones, stupid stubbornness. I jumped when his lips pressed against my neck and started to explore. So he thinks this is a game huh? Well two can play at this…I’ll keep my mouth shut and not do anything. Soon he’ll get off disappointed and leave. Now…think of that whore I saw the other day; encrusted with cold sores…ew. Okay that’s working.

I moaned unexpectedly as he bit my soft spot. DAMN! Damn him for getting me in thought! He smiled against my neck and continued. Think of the whore. Think of the whor-

“OW!” I yelped when he bit my earlobe hard. That’s not even sexy. That’s just mean.

“Teaches you right for not paying attention to me.” He chuckled and licked my bottom lip. I made sure to close my mouth tight so he couldn’t take advantage of me. With his hand that was still massaging me he unbuttoned my jeans and zipped them down slowly. The sound of it seemingly echoed through my mind. Fuck. Think of something James! This plan of mine isn’t working. Why can’t you just tell him what he wants? Why do you have to be so damn stubborn? He started to rub me through my boxers, the thin fabric brushed up against me and I could feel myself starting to get stiffer, I hope to god he doesn’t feel that.

“Elliot…please stop.” I tried to sound demanding but it came out weak since I was holding myself back.

“Nope. Admit it and I will.” I glared at him and he grinned not stopping his hand. I growled when I knew he felt me go up and closed my eyes. “Although that tells me it’s true I need you to say it.” I rapidly opened my clenched eyes and gave him a challenging look. He can’t play me like some whore. I’m a man. And I’ll fucking show him so. I’ll make him MY bitch.

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Though I just had sex with my best friend and didn’t really know what my sexual orientation was at the moment I was more than pleased.

I won.

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It looks weird without the part in it >.< Oh well xD