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“See? And that’s why you didn’t pass McGinty’s macro class. You missed your opportunity by focusing on yourself. You’ve gotta learn to be master of your domain, bro. Thus sayeth the Bible of McGinty.” He didn’t know how much he believed it but it was something McGinty had said in class that had frustrated him because he hadn’t been able to figure out what in the hell McGinty had been on about but now the guy was a disgraced Bitcoin nut so he supposed it all had evened out in the end.

“Please. You’ll have to marry me. I’m totally the dude bro in this brolationship, brater tot-” Mike grinned.

“You don’t own a dildo? Okay, sure. But you know I’m a light sleeper right? You know I know when you toss and turn and just can’t get to sleep right. So- bear that in mind before you use the phrase “i don’t have a dildo,” Mike said reassuringly.

“Pretty talented, I’m basically giving you a free pass at like anything bro. World’s your oyster. That way we don’t have to like hurt each other about it anymore and we can leave it back in the past.” Maybe a little too real, but wasn’t every fantasy just a little bit of reality deferred. Still, this was fun. At least Mike was having fun. He hoped Ansel was too.

“I can do a back massage. I know a little sports medicine. I wouldn’t mind,” Mike shrugged. “I mean, we’re not like gonna tell people I did nude massage on ya so whatever’s clever bro. Make yourself comfy and I’ll work out some knots on ya-” just a little flash on tongue on his lips. Goddamn he wanted to rim that ass while Ansel sucked him off. He could just picture it. Oh, he was gonna fuck that ass nice. So nice….he let go of the wrist. The ball was in Ansel’s court.

“I don’t need to pass every class.” Rolling his eyes became a habit and he simply shrugged his bare shoulders some. He licked his lips a little, one brow raised. “I will consider it. Your cooking skills are pretty good, you desperate housewife.” He laughed some about his bad joke. 

“Man I really don’t own one, why should I keep one around and why should I even think about fucking myself with you around? If I was into that kind of stuff don’t you think I could have all the men I want?” He shook his head. 

“Uh-huh-” Mike said, shrugging. He didn’t actually have much else for that part of it. It had been a good intro but that wasn’t going into a territory he’d deem sexy so he’d try and work it from another angle. “Was it at least a good jog for ya? Did you get to whistle at a lot of chicks? Show’em you meant business?”

“You say that like you haven’t enjoyed fine dining in Casa De Mike. You love the way I cook my carrots and had you ever had a lettuce wrap before you met me? No. No you had not-” Mike said, teasing now. “Pfft. I don’t try, I only succeed. If I spanked it to you, you would know because I’d ask you to finish me off-” Mike said. “It’s not weird. It’s just guy shit.”

Mike started to chuckle at the very idea. “That’s good bro. You should go for stand up comedy. Look, we could’ve split her but she was just stalking for a bro to tie down. I did you favor. Being tied down is for lamo-s.”

“Only if yours went under there. My dildo is sparkly and blue-” Mike said without missing a beat. “I mean, if I had a dildo. I wouldn’t take it up the ass if you paid me. I’m more a giver-” he said. 

As the magazine came back, Mike grabbed for Ansel’s wrist. “I stole your girl though. Maybe I could do something to make up for it. Maybe something we’d both enjoy.”

“It was a great jog, good air out there and please, if I go for a jog I focus on myself. I am sure some girls were looking after me though, I mean, who wouldn’t?” He shrugged his shoulders a little, glad they stopped the food talk because he really could go for a pizza and a growling stomach wasn’t sexy. “I get it, Mikey-boy, you are the perfect housewife. I’ll marry you in the next 40 years.” He teased but really, he never had eaten a lettuce wrap before.

“Noooo-” Mike said, thinking for a moment. “I mean, we do have that plastic lawn flamingo I stole off the Dean’s lawn like somewhere but I’m 90 percent sure that key is right where it should be. You can blow me if I’m wrong-” Mike smirked.

“Keep eating pizza twice a day and just like in health class, you’ll see alll that delicious, delicious grease turn into boner shrinking love handles. And, you know, that’s just a losing battle with gravity bro. You gotta treat yourself right-” Mike nodded sagely, as though he knew all things about all things.

“Pfft. No, you’re just too lazy for that. And bro- I’m not saying you’re not fine now. Like I’d totally spank it to you if that wouldn’t be like super weird but all those carbs- won’t last forever and I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna be young and hot for as long as possible.”

“Come on-” Mike teased. “He needs a friend! He’s so lonely!” he grinned. “Jesus, no homo dude. It’s just a penis.”

“You’d love it,” Mike said, giving Ansel some sassy little side eye. His cock twitched at the idea of Ansel in his shower, bent over. Water cascading down over both their torso. Nonstop…mmmm- just a little hint of pre-cum on his head. If he wiggled, the dot would land on his stomach and just stick there for a moment. He didn’t succumb quite yet. 

“You still butt hurt about that?” Mike asked, opening a drawer and rummaging through- just so Ansel could see the condoms in that drawer. He pulled out a Cosmo from a few years back, literally appropriate to when he’d been in college. He was all about being authentic. “She was a hoe bro. She basically did everything but booty call you just to booty call us both. Like she was a seven sure but man, you could do better. So much better.”

“Only because I used your shampoo, bro-” Mike grinned. “Whoops.” And then he dropped the magazine on the floor. “Brooo, pick up my magazine for me? Huh?” Mike grinned. He’d dropped it so Ansel would be level with his dick if he did go and pick it up.

“Key’s not there, you brain. I wouldn’t have needed to knock if it was just there.” The talk about carbs had him smirk some. Was Mike really all about that? He met several guys that would just focus on eating healthy and probably loose all the fun when it came to eating. “I’m enjoying life. I am just fine, I’m looking good and that is all that matters. If you want to nibble on a carrot for dinner, go for it.” He eyed him shortly. “I’m sure you already tried spanking it to me. We both know you are weird.” 

“Pfft. I’ve only gotten blackout drunk twice this week. I’m sure the key is right under the little turtle where I left it last. In fact, I will put on pants after my shower I will totally check-” Mike said, supreme cockiness in his voice. 

“I mean, it’s your body but love handles are forever. You start that shit and you’ll have love handles before 30. And then for the rest of your life. I mean, look at me. I’m hot shit and you don’t see me throwing my life away for carbs-” Mike said, running his hand across his chest and abs as if to confirm his own hotness. “Also if that is the case, then stop eating my kale. I need it for breakfast smoothies before class.”

“What? This?” Mike asked, looking down at thrusting his hips a little so his hard cock was massively on display. “Come on. It’s not like you haven’t seen a dick before. We go to the same gym-” Mike said, walking forward with his hips thrust out so he could wiggle it teasingly in Ansel’s direction. 

“Yeah- unless you need to. Because otherwise you hop in right now and get hot water or we’d have to hop in together-” Mike said. “Our hot water heater is so lame-” he said, flopping onto his bed, his hard cock arching and bouncing and totally on display for Ansel. He crossed his arms over the back of his head, laying out nude.

“I am the type of guy that will totally let you take the last of the hot water though. Because I’m selfless-” he grinned, looking over at Ansel who was definitely not soft. His grin grew wider.

Wasn’t there last time I checked, idiot. You probably have it somewhere in your bed or drawer or left it somewhere else in the flat.” Ansel shrugged, it was surprisingly easy to fall into this roll. He licked his lips shortly, facing Mikein a somewhat offended way. “You telling me I’m getting fat?” He asked, looking down at his well formed body. “If you ask m, there is not a single love handle you bastard.” Ansel raised a brow, arms crossed over his chest. “I would say youre just average looking, but well, if you wanna go all ‘I’m so hot’, I won’t stop you from doing so.” Ansel snorted. “I will eat whatever the fuck I want. I just gotta work out and don’t have to make smoothies or count calories.”

@baebershop

Ansel was going to be great at this. This was totally everything Mike liked and needed in a roommate roleplay and a stud to have bottom for him. Somebody that got it. That got the illusion of closeness without the everyday hassle of it. And it wouldn’t be exactly the same. Not really. But it would be enough, close enough, to take away the suffocation when sometimes the nights were too long and he couldn’t sleep and he looked out over the city wondering if *he* was here. Like they’d planned for. Not too many years ago- and yet-

“I am a perfect roommate, dick butt. Never forget the key or where the spare is stashed. This is what happens when you hang around liberal art majors and those oil paints all day-” Mike said, playing the role of the cocky alpha roommate who was just brimming with sexual need and tension.

“Pfft. Oh come on, that was just a pledge. Pledges don’t like count-” Mike snorted. A half truth.

“Mmhmm. You headed to work?” Mike asked, following a little like he was headed back towards the shower and then taking off his towel and when Ansel’s back was turned and he was defenseless and in the playroom, snapping the towel on his ass just a little. Not hard, but enough to be fun and playful and totally in character. 

“Too easy! Point for me!” Mike said, fist pumping in the air, his towel in one hand and his naked body and hard, arching dick pretty wildly on display. 

Again Ansel had to roll his eyes. “Well the spare key wasn’t to be found, you probably took it when you last time forgot your key and never put it back.” The blond male shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head a little while making his way paste Mike. Mike was a handsome man, from what he saw he knew they would have an amazing time. “No, I was just doing my daily jog, so I can just continue eating all the junk food. No one likes to run around in sweaty clothes. And I don’t care what you’re saying because I’ll be ordering pizza again later.” 

@baebershop

Mike was not gonna lie. He appreciated somebody that was totally into his roommate kink. He didn’t share it with every guy and honest to God some guys thought he was bugging for doing it. But hey, he didn’t end up playing with those guys. 

He’d been thinking about Ansel’s hunky ass taking a shower and it had inspired him to take a shower. A short one though because he could wank it like a champ and if he stayed too long, he wouldn’t hear the door. 

It was lucky him then that he turned off the water when he did because Ansel knocked on the door and he just had time not to dry himself off but to just wrap the towel around his waist. The towel was slung low, showing off his slim frame with tight abs and unsuccessfully hiding his own erection.

He’d made sure on his way to the door that he opened his play room door so Ansel could see the dorm room style set up therein. It was pretty obvious as it didn’t really match the rest of the apartment.

It was more like his old frat house experience and he tried to hide his smirk as he went to the door, still dripping, and opened it. He tried to look cross.

“Dude- I was in the shower-” he said as his way of introduction, nodding for Ansel to come in. “I swear I’m gonna duct tape a replacement key to your nipple sometime-” Mmm- he was gonna pound that ass all night long, he thought to himself as he closed the door behind them.

Ansel tried his best to look the most annoyed and impatient while he leaned in the door frame, waiting for the door to open. He looked right back on the barely dressed, dripping man once the door opened and it was actually hard to keep up the look. He was wearing sweatpants, long sleeved shirt, no underwear, something he definitely had worn back in college days. hair still slightly damp. “Don’t act like you never forgot your keys, jerk face. And you interrupted me while things much way spectacular than a shower.” He rolled his eyes while stepping aside. “You don’t take your keys or wallet with you while taking a jog.”