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FTTM #2 - Looking for a Roommate

ZACK

Friday, May 20th, 2022

"Hi, Zack."

"Hi, Kyle. Lose that smirk." I couldn't help but grin myself.

"So, how was it?"

"Great. Now drop it."

Kyle gave me that look--half joking, half serious. "Just so I know, are you and Gina a thing, or can Ross and I swing by sometime?"

"We're not together. It was casual for all of us," I shrugged. Normally, I'd crack a joke about her not being a revolving door for them, but I held back, remembering how she and Ross looked at each other. Besides, she's an adult. She can handle herself.

Ross slammed his locker shut and turned to me with a sly grin. "All of you?"

Damn, I didn't realize he'd pick up on that. I shot him a warning look. "Drop it, Ross."

Kyle studied me, eyes narrowing. "Wait. Are you actually blushing?"

"What? No." I scoffed, shaking my head as heat crept up my neck.

Stan chimed in from the side, curious. "What's all this about?"

"Nothing," I muttered.

Ross leaned against his locker, arms crossed, grinning. "How many of you did `nothing' together?"

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," I replied with a wink, sidestepping his question.

Kyle's eyes lit up. "Wait, didn't Gina say she had a roommate? Dude! You can't leave me hanging like that. I haven't been with a chick in years. Spill the details!"

Ross raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his expression. "Something you're missing out on, Kyle?"

Kyle's attempt at nonchalance crumbled under Ross's gaze, and we all knew where that was heading. I rolled my eyes and took the chance to make my exit.

"Yeah, you two should probably get out of here if you don't want to get roped into whatever they've got planned," Ross teased, not even bothering to hide his intentions.

Chad's laughter echoed as he closed his locker. "You two hooking up in a public locker room again? One of these days, Fred's gonna ban you from here."

I slipped away, glad to dodge more questions. But as I glanced back, part of me was intrigued. I'd never given much thought to what it's like between two guys before. But now... something in me was curious. Were they rough? Who's the top? My money was on Ross, but sometimes Kyle had this dominant vibe...

Stan nudged me while we warmed up. "So, how many?"

"Stan..." I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, a threesome?"

"Four," I admitted, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening.

"Four?! So the roommate joined in?"

"Yeah."

"And the fourth?"

"Some guy her roommate brought along."

Stan's eyes went wide. "Wait, you mean you two...?"

"Oh, drop it," I waved him off, though my mind wandered back to the memory of that night--specifically to one blond guy who made the entire weekend unforgettable. The way he looked at me, how he moved, it was all I could think about for days. And now, just talking about it made my body heat up all over again.

Stan smirked. "Was it worth it?"

I smiled, trying to play it cool. "It was great."

We finished warming up and made our way to the boulders. While Chad climbed, Stan leaned in. "So, you gonna see her again?"

"Nah. I don't think I want a girlfriend right now. Need some time for myself."

"Zack... it's been over five months, man. You and Lauren weren't even close by the end."

"I know, but I'm not ready to jump into something new yet."

Stan gave me a knowing look. "Well, if you need a push, we're here."

"I'm good, thanks."

Stan nodded, but I could tell he wasn't convinced. "By the way, are you coming out with us after work?"

"Nah, I've got someone coming by to check out the room. The guy I've been emailing."

"Just make sure he's not a weirdo."

I snorted. "Yeah, because creeps usually announce themselves."

"Well, with your track record, I wouldn't be surprised."

I laughed. "Care to join me, then?"

"Can't. Ada'll kill me if I'm late again."

I shrugged. "Maybe you two need some time alone anyway."

"Says the guy who hates coming home to an empty house."

"Eight years of living with someone does that to you. Another month like this, and I'll forget how to leave the house."

Stan grinned. "It's a phase, man. You just miss her."

"I don't know, maybe. But we weren't right for each other. We stayed together because it was easier than breaking it off."

"You're getting too deep for me, Zack." He chuckled. "But hey, company would be good for you. Just make sure this guy isn't a freak."

"If he is, I'll call Ross and Kyle," I joked, even though part of me wondered what it'd be like if things got interesting with them.

. . .

The workday dragged on, as usual. Accounting wasn't exactly thrilling, but it paid the bills. Stan and Chad kept me sane, and I appreciated that.

Five o'clock rolled around, and everyone was making plans for the evening. I almost forgot--Mr. Adams was coming to check out the room! I rushed home, my mind spinning as I tried to remember the last-minute details I needed to sort out.

. . .

I got home and caught my reflection in the mirror. My blue eyes stared back, framed by curly brown hair that had grown out longer than usual. I should probably get a haircut, but... I liked the length. Lauren used to run her fingers through it when she was happy. I sighed, pushing those memories aside. I'd deal with that later.

Mr. Z. Adams. I liked that he signed his emails with just "Z.A." Not many people have names starting with Z. I almost wanted to ask, but I didn't want to seem weird, like I was stalking him online or something.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to the mirror, forced a smile, and whispered, "You've got this." Hyping myself up, I took a breath and stepped outside my comfort zone.

I opened the door with a bright: "Welcome!" only for my eyes to go wide in shock. Before I could stop myself, I slammed the door right in his face.

"Crap!" Did I really just do that?!

"Is this a bad time?" came a smooth, deep voice from the other side. Great. Now I was noticing how nice his voice sounded.

"No! Sorry! I'll open it," I stammered.

Taking a deep breath, I swung the door open, my heart pounding. There he stood--Zane, the guy I never expected to see on my doorstep. His short blond hair was tousled, and those hazel eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked me over.

"Zack," he smirked. "It was you."

"I didn't expect you," I admitted, still reeling from the shock.

"I could tell," he replied, leaning against the doorframe. His grin widened. "Are you gonna invite me in?"

"Right. Come in."

We stepped into the house, and I awkwardly showed him around, pointing to each room downstairs before we went up to see the bedroom I was thinking about renting. I told him about my fiancé, and he nodded understandingly with compassion.

"I broke up with mine over the pandemic as well... Now I'm living with my cousin, but honestly, it's getting annoying."

"How so?"

Zane grinned at me. "He likes to bring guys over to fuck all the time, and it's getting annoying listening to it."

I chuckled. "Well, I can believe that."

He stared at me strangely, and I smirked. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Sure." I teased him. I think we both knew what he was thinking about. He picked up on my tone and smirked as well.

I showed him the bathroom upstairs and the room I cleared for him.

"You said you wanted to bring your own furniture, so I put the furniture from here into the basement. If you need anything, just ask. I'm open to discussing anything civilly. So, what do you think?"

"It's cool. It's perfect because it's just five minutes away from the station, so I could walk there."

"Yeah, that's true."

"But..." He looked at me, hands in his pockets. "Don't you think it would be awkward for us?"

"Well, we can make a pact: I won't slam the door in your face, and you won't call me a whore." I smirked at him. It was a joke, but the way he looked at me then made my breath hitch and a flush rise to my cheeks.

Okay, dial it back, Zack! This was way more out of my comfort zone than I intended.

"It was a joke. I thought we were both straight and just caught up in... an unusual predicament." I smirked.

"Yeah. Sure. Sorry."

I smirked at him. "It's cool. A friend of mine is an expert on inappropriate comments, so I think I've gotten used to it over time. Some of that sass probably rubbed off on me."

Zane grinned. "Right."

"Have you seen Gina since?"

"Nah. I don't think we'd work out. She warned me upfront that she wasn't looking for a relationship. What about you and Chloe?"

"No. I didn't even get her number."

"Me neither." I grinned.

Zane chuckled. "I was actually a bit sorry about that."

"Really? Me too, but I didn't want to seem rude, turning down Gina or hanging out with a guy just because... well..."

"Because he fucked you?"

I chuckled and ran my fingers through my hair. I saw Zane watching me. There was a strange sense of pride in his gaze.

"I suppose you could say that."

Zane smiled. "I think I thought about it the same way."

"I couldn't get it out of my head, though," Zane said, looking out of the window.

I stared at his profile, absolutely stunned. He turned to me. His eyes were dark, looking at me like I was prey, but I could also see the question in them.

"Well, I can't say I didn't jerk off to that this morning. Been a few months without much action, so my brain takes whatever it can get. Plus, it was definitely a hot night." I said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. But judging by how he looked at me, I might have achieved the opposite.

"Which part of that night did you jerk off to?" His body turned towards me. Hands still in his pockets, his eyes locked onto mine. My heartbeat quickened, and I couldn't remember if humans even needed to breathe.

"I think... all of it," I managed, my voice barely a whisper. I tried to look away, but I was stuck.

Zane took a step forward, and I couldn't stop trembling. My mind was blank.

"Tell me to stop, whore, or I'll strip you naked right now, bend you over, and fuck you until you're crying under me," he murmured, his breath heavy. I felt my body react, my cock stirring.

"Zane... I'm not gay," I whispered, trying to reason with both of us.

"I never thought I was either, but the way you look at me now..." He trailed off.

I forced myself to take a deep breath. I didn't even have condoms in the house... I stayed silent, staring at him.

Zane closed his eyes briefly, then looked at me with a gentler expression, tinged with disappointment and maybe embarrassment.

"I think I should go."

"Zane..."

"Thank you for showing me the room. I don't think it's a good idea, Zack."

Those aroused eyes... I watched him walk away, feeling tense and unable to do more than nod as he left.

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