An Unexpected Roommate - Part 3

Hey folks!

Just wanted to give a quick update on everything.

My recovery went from going great to going less great, and now it's back to going great again! Everything should be back to normal in the next few days, especially in regards to the stories being quite short this week, and I promise I will reward you all with some hot, steamy smut to make up for it.

Once I'm back on track, all outstanding commissions will be completed, and certain series' will be ending, with new series beginning! We are rapidly approaching my favourite time of year, and I have so much planned!

The short stories from this week and next will be completed as soon as I'm back in action. 

Thanks again for your patience. You guys are awesome! 

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

Greg returned to the dorm room a few hours later. He wore some lame sweater that looked as though his grandmother had knitted it, and held his ‘fragile’ book in his hand. He looked over at me as soon as he got to his bed, and seemed somewhat shocked to see me.

“Oh… Hey” he said, “I wasn’t expecting you to be here”.

“Why not?” I smiled, “I do live here”.

“Right” he half laughed, and quickly turned away to stow his book safely inside his locker.

“Get up to anything?” I asked.

“Oh… You know” he replied, “just did some reading over in the library”.

He was a skinny guy. Even from behind, he looked almost feminine. I cocked my head to the side and tried to imagine what he’d look like with long, blond hair, but pushed the idea from my mind.

“I’m surprised to see you wearing clothes” he added with a shaky laugh.

“Disappointed?”

Greg froze for a second, but quickly busied himself with something else as he brushed off the response.

“So, uh… Any more parties tonight?” He asked, awkwardly.

“Nope. Why? Need some privacy?”

He didn’t look at me. It appeared that he couldn’t look at me. His cheeks were already tingling, and I could sense the growing panic in him.

“No, no” he said, “you just seem like a party guy, that’s all”.

“Uh huh, and what type of guy are you, Gregory Martin?”

The entire mood in the small room changed. He knew I knew, and every single part of him squirmed as I got to my feet.

“M… Me?” He half-laughed, “oh, I’m just a regular guy”.

“Is that right?” I smirked, walking toward him as he kept his back to me. “Just a regular old Joe Soap, huh?”

“Y… Yep, nothing exciting here”.

“Oh, I beg to differ” I whispered, my warm breath washing over the back of his neck, making his shoulders rise. “I bet there’s lots of interesting things about you, Gregory Martin”.

“Why… Why do you keep calling me that?”

“That’s your name, ain’t it?” I said, as he reluctantly turned around and looked up at me. “Gregory Martin”.

“Y… Yeah” he shrugged, “but you can just call me Greg” he added, with a shaky chuckle.

“Or I could call you Gregory Olsen”.

The blood drained from the guy’s face. If I wasn’t so invested in this, I would have laughed as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

“H… How do you… I mean… Where did you hear that?!”

“A little birdie told me” I grinned, “and it just so happens that he was right, because I found out a lot about you online, Gregory. I found out that just a couple of months ago your mom posted some cute little pictures of you and… Who is that guy, Greg? A friend? A brother? A lover? And you know what else the little birdie told me?”

He shook his head stiffly, as the rest of his body trembled.

“Well, Gregory Olsen” I beamed, “the little birdie also told me to check behind your pillow, and guess what? I did”.

The look of horror on his face only intensified as I pulled out my worn underwear that had been crumpled at the back of his mattress.

“So, I asked myself, how on earth would they have gotten there?” I said, feigning confusion, “and then I found this”.

“That’s private!” He barked, when I picked up the diary that he had hidden next to my underwear.

“Yeah, well I guess neither of us have much privacy anymore, huh? So, tell me, Gregory Olsen–”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Or what?” I spat, and pushed my head against his, until he fell on his ass onto the bed. He looked down, and kept his mouth shut.

“Your eyes are the most beautiful that I’ve ever seen” I said, reading from the most recent page of his diary. “You’re sleeping now, but when you wakes, I look forward to seeing them again… Quite the little Shakespeare, huh?” I smirked.

“Give me that!” He growled, swiping, but I pushed him back onto his bed.

“But between your legs lies the greatest gift I could ever ask for, though, only in my dreams will I be lucky enough to get it. The things I’d do to spend a night with you. The lengths I’d go to, just to feel you inside of me–”.

“Stop, Grayson!” He spat, and I could see the defeat in his eyes.

“Why, Greg? Don’t you like it?” I smirked, and threw his diary down next to him and choked with laughter, but poor Greg didn’t seem to see the funny side. I returned to my bed and jumped down on it, as he pouted across the room.

“So, that settles it then” I said, loving the fact that I had outsmarted an actual nerd. “You’ll request a room change tomorrow, and we’ll both forget this ever happened”. I clasped my hands around the back of my head, and now it was my turn to sigh contently. Until…

“Why would I do that?”

I snapped my head toward him and cocked a brow.

“Because, dipshit” I scoffed, “if you don’t, I’ll tell everybody I know that you’re a weird little pervert who steals people’s underwear and writes fuckin’… Whatever that shit was”.

Greg slowly walked toward my bed, and my expression began to change as a smile crossed his face.

“Tell them” he whispered, leaning down until I could feel his breath on my face. “If you dare”.

He stood back up, slowly walking back toward his bed, and suddenly I could hear something. I scrunched my brows as I sat up, and listened closer, and the closer I listened, the more I recognised my own voice.

But between your legs lies the greatest gift I could ever ask for, though, only in my dreams will I be lucky enough to get it. The things I’d do to spend a night with you. The lengths I’d go to, just to feel you inside of me

Stop, Grayson.

Why, Greg? Don’t you like it?

My eyes widened in horror as Greg slowly tore out the page of his diary, and ripped it up, piece by piece.

“I guess that settles it then, huh, Grayson?” He smiled.