The Roommate (boyxboy) -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter 4

Becuase I'm nice and bored and it's one o'clock in the morning annnnd yeah :P

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Elliot’s POV

I wish I could say James and I made love, but I can’t. I didn’t feel any compassion in him; he wanted to fuck me just like everyone else. Why did I let him? Oh right, because it’s him.

So where do we go from here? Are we just going to act like nothing happened? What else could we do? I can’t expect him to want me, who would want me? I get fucked for money, I’m a slut, and I can’t possibly have a boyfriend. I can’t possibly have James.

After the fact, James got off the couch without a word and took a shower; I walked into my room and sat on my bed silently, just thinking about what happened. Why did I force myself on him? He probably is disgusted in me, in himself. He’s always been straight, he’s not against gays but he made sure to let me know he never wanted to be one. Maybe he changed? No, I could see the look on his face when he told me to stop; what would I have done if he didn’t give in? Would I go that far to get what I wanted?

“Hey Elliot, where’s James?” Dean walked in and slumped on his bed. I shrugged not looking at him; what if they find out? What would James do? Would he get embarrassed and kick me out? “Something wrong?” he laid on his side and looked at me; I shook my head. “El you can tell me if something’s up you know.” I sighed. I know I can tell him anything, I have vented a few times. He knows I’m in love with James, he knows a tiny bit about my past. I can’t let him know what happened though, not knowing what James would do if anyone found out.

“I’m just tired.” I mumbled and laid on my bed; Dean didn’t pester me anymore, he never usual does.



James’s POV

I stood in the shower just letting the warm water pelt my back. My head rested on the tiles. Why did I enjoy that? I had sex with Elliot. Elliot! My best friend! And I enjoyed it. No. I loved it. I want to feel that again. I crave his touch, his lips and it’s scaring the shit out of me.

Through all the questions that popped in my head one stood out the most. Did he enjoy it?

Sighing, I got out of the shower and dried off. I looked at myself in the mirror; I can’t lie to myself, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.

“Yo James you done in there?” someone knocked on the door and I jumped.

“Y-yeah, hold on a sec.” I called back to Rodney. I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out as he walked in to take a shower himself. I slipped on my boxers and laid down in my bed. The same questions lingered in my mind.

Am I gay?

Did Elliot enjoy what we did?

Why did he do that?

What now?