#free guy

you moved to a small apartment when you finished university because that’s what you had always wanted.

you always thought that living independently would be easy for you; you were a hard worker, a good student and your family helped you with the money at first.

the idea of living alone felt like freedom to you.

no one telling you when to come back home, no sharing the bathroom, no having to make lunch. you just wanted your own space, sitting on the couch on quiet mornings with coffee.

so when you had it, you painted the walls, you filled it with your decorations, and for the first few months, you felt like you were happier than you’d ever been.

you loved coming home to silence and also loved the independence that came with paying your own bills and making your own rules.

but then rent went up.

again.

and again.

the building was sold to some new owners who just didn’t care that you were a good tenant. they wanted more money, and they didn’t care that you couldn’t handle the new price.

you tried everything; cutting back on groceries, canceling every subscription and even considering a third job, but it wasn’t enough.

so you had to do what everyone would have done.

look for a roommate.

you posted in every social media you had, and now that’s how you ended up here.

i’m a two-bedroom apartment on the center of the city, sharing space with awkward programmer names keys.

well, you thought he was awkward at first.

he was practical and serious.

so you two started as polite roommates.

then friendly roommates.

and now, you two were almost best friends.

keys and you spent nearly every evening together.

keys would be coding in the couch while you cooked dinner, both of you talking about your day.

on weekends, you’d watch movies until late, sharing a blanket and your kegs eventually tangled together without saying any word.

he made you laugh like no one else would.

you made him feel seen in a way he never had before.

but lately, the tension became impossible to ignore.

it was the look he gave you while you weren’t paying attention. the way his hand would linger on your back when he passed behind you in the small halls, and the way the conversations would suddenly get quieter.

you were scared.

so when a guy from your office asked you out, you didn’t even think it twice.

maybe because you wanted to ignore that feeling you were having.

or maybe because you really wanted to try out with him.

his name was bob. he was nice. stable. easy to talk, and really smart.

he made you laugh, and he didn’t come with the complicated and tense history you and keys built over the last months.

dating him felt safe.

at first, you tried to keep things casual with keys.

you started coming home later. you spent more afternoons and nights with your boyfriend.

and after that, then the conversations with keys became shorter, drier.

the movies night stopped. the late-night chats became rare, and everything that was the usual thing, stopped being.

keys still smiled at you, still brought home your favorite snacks and still remembered the way you ordered your coffee.

but there was a distance between both, a distance that was quiet and painful.

he tried to hide how much it hurt him.

you tried to pretend you didn’t noticed.

one night, you decided to bring your boyfriend home for dinner.

you told yourself it was just dinner. that it was normal to introduce your roommate to the guy that you were seeing.

but deep down, you knew you were playing with luck.

keys was in the kitchen when you two walked in.

he froze when he saw his hand on your lower back, like he used to do. for a second, something dark flashed across his face before he masked it with a polite smile.

“hey,” keys said with a voice quieter than usual. he wiped his hand on a dish towel. “you might be bob.”

your boyfriend smiled and extended his hand, excited about meeting him.

“yeah, nice to meet you, man. heard a lot about you.” you blushed listening to that, trying to ignore the bad tension between them.

keys shook his hand, but the grip was a little too tight.

“all good things, i hope.”

the dinner was awkward.

really awkward.

you tried to keep a conversation, but keys was usually quiet. he smiled when he was supposed to, laughed at your boyfriend’s jokes, but his eyes kept drifting at you.

it was like he was waiting something from you.

and every time bob touched your arm, your leg or leaned to say something closer to your ear, keys’ jaw tightened.

when bob went to the bathroom, the silence between you and keys became horrible.

“you seem happy,” he said finally. his eyes were on his plate, now empty.

“i am.” you looked at him.

“good,” he whispered. “that’s… good.”

the air felt heavier and thick. there was a lot neither of you where saying.

when your boyfriend came back, keys excused himself, saying he had work to do.

you watched him disappear down the hallway with his shoulders more tense than usual.

later that night, your boyfriend went home, and you found keys sitting alone in the living room, staring at the dark tv screen.

he didn’t even look at you when you sat on the couch next to him.

so you realized it was already fucked up.

things with alex moved fast.

within a couple of months, you were completely smitten.

you were falling hard, and he was falling just as hard as you. he started staying over more often, leaving his laptop on the coffee table or his hoodie in your room.

you were happy.

but keys was not.

on the surface, he was polite. he smiled when your boyfriend was around.

then he realized bob was a backend developer, so he started bonding with him over programming talk.

they spent hours in the couch discussing codes and frameworks, and keys became surprisingly good friends with your boyfriend.

but if you tried to talk to keys. that was something different.

he would give you short answers. when you asked about his day, he’d only say “fine” before disappearing to his room.

one night, your boyfriend stayed to sleep and left for work early, you found keys in the kitchen making breakfast.

you tried to talk to him like you two used to do.

but he just glanced at you with a mug in his hand.

“morning. he left some pastries if you want one.”

he didn’t even look at you while he was staring.

“i’m good,” you said. “keys… did i do something wrong?” you asked now.

he finally looked at you.

“no. you’re happy. that’s great. really.”

you could hear the subtle sarcasm in his tone, but it was still there.

“why are you being like this?” you felt a weird feeling in your chest. a pang. like you were hurt.

he set his mug down a little bit harder than usual, making you jump a little bit.

“like what? i’m not doing anything.”

his words hurt white than they should have. you knew he was jealous. you knew this was killing him.

but he never said it outright.

so then, you got tired.

tired of his attitude with you.

tired of him trying to ignore you when you needed his help with home things.

tired of his lies.

you couldn’t take the silence anymore.

you waited until your boyfriend had gone home, then you knocked his room’s door softly.

he opened it after a moment, looking tired. he was wearing an old shirt and his pajama pants. his hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it.

he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

“can we talk?” you asked.

he hesitated, then stepped aside to let you in.

you sat on the edge of his bed while he leaned against his desk with crossed arms.

the tension was bigger than usual.

“i miss you,” you said honestly. “i miss my roommate. my best friend. i miss how we used to talk. i hate this distance between us.”

keys looked down at the floor for a long time before speaking.

“i’m trying,” he said. “i really am. i know he is your boyfriend but he also seems like your best friend, and i feel left-out.”

you thought all this was about love.

but apparently to him, it was about friendship.

and that hurt you more than anything he did before. you didn’t even know why.

his voice cracked on the last words.

“i didn’t know it was hurting you this much. you know you are still my favorite boy.”

you felt your throat tighten.

“i didn’t want you to know because it was selfish to me. it’s your boyfriend.”

the silence felt heavier.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered.

keys gave you a small smile.

“i know. i’m sorry for being an asshole these past few days… i was just so stressed with work and… you know.”

you nodded.

“can we try to go back to how we were?” you asked.

“yeah,” he said. “i’d like that.”

the days after that conversation were better.

the tension between you two didn’t disappear; it still lingered in quiet moments and the way your hand would brush with his.

but you were talking again.

laughing again.

sitting together on the couch watching movies.

but the air between you changed. for worse.

there were moments that made your pulse race, and you felt a traitor for that, because it wasn’t fair to your boyfriend.

the sexual tension was becoming impossible to ignore.

one friday night, you three were a little bit drunk, and your boyfriend suggested playing truth or dare after dinner.

he thought it would be fun.

you agreed, mostly because you didn’t want to seem weird about it.

the three of you stay in the living room with your drinks.

at first, it was light and silly. but the game slowly turned more dangerous.

when it was your boyfriend’s turn, he looked at keys with a grin.

“truth or dare?”

“truth,” keys said. alex leaned back.

“have you ever wanted to fuck the girlfriend of one of your friends?”

the question landed like a bomb.

you froze.

keys’ eyes flicked to you for a split second before he answered.

“yeah. i have.”

your boyfriend laughed, thinking it was some old story.

“damn, bro. who was it? someone from work or high school?”

keys didn’t look away from you.

“it was one question.”

the tension in the room became suffocating, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice the weight behind his words.

“respect for being honest, bro.”

but you knew.

and keys knew you knew.

eventually, your boyfriend yawned and stretched.

“alright, i’m wiped. gonna head to bed.” he leaned in and kissed you deeply, his hand sliding down your back. “are you coming with me?”

you moved your head.

“i’m staying to finish this drink and i’ll go to bed. don’t worry.”

“come join me soon, babe,” he murmured against your lips before standing up.

he gave keys a casual nod.

“night, dude.”

“night,” keys replied.

once bin disappeared into your bedroom and closed the door, the living room felt like hell.

all silence.

you and keys stayed at the floor, both drunk from the drinks you’d had during the game.

the half empty bottle of vodka was still in the middle of both.

neither of you made a move to get up.

keys looked at you for a long moment, then reached the bottle and took a slow sip. he passed it to you without saying anything.

you took one too, the burn sliding down your throat.

“i shouldn’t have been drinking. this shit is bad for me.” he said, laughing softly.

“a day is a day.”

“we’re not done playing, are we?” he asked quietly.

you let out a nervous laugh.

“we probably should be. he’s right there.”

but you didn’t move. and neither he did.

keys leaned back on his hands.

“truth or dare.”

you swallowed.

“dare.”

the tension in the room thickened instantly.

keys stared at you, and then his voice dropped lower.

“i dare you to kiss me.”

you looked at him. shocked. and your heart slammed against your ribs.

“keys. no.” you said in a whisper, shaking your head side to side. “i have a boyfriend. i can’t.”

he didn’t look away. his eyes were glassy and desperate.

“just one kiss,” he murmured.

you bit your lip. you know what you wanted, but you were smarter than that.

or that’s what you thought at first.

“that’s not fair. you know i can’t.”

keys leaned in slightly.

“we’re both already too drunk. if you took another sip you will throw up. so… it’s just a kiss. one kiss. please.”

he sounded like a yearning man, trying to get that kiss from you.

the silence stretched between you two. your head was already spinning. the alcohol made everything warmer and more tempting.

you stared at his lips, then back to his eyes.

and it was like your brain thought the answer, confused by the alcohol.

“just one kiss.” you whispered.

keys didn’t hesitate.

he was as drunk as you, so he waited for you to make the move. you leaned in and kissed him.

the moment his lips touched yours, everything else disappeared.

the kiss started slow but quickly turned deep and hungry. his hand came up to gently cup your face as he kissed you harder.

he tasted like vodka.

one of your hands gripped his shirt as the other rested on his neck. for those few seconds, you forgot about your boyfriend.

you didn’t feel guilty.

when you finally pulled away, your breath was hard.

“fuck…” he said, and before he could say anything else, you kissed him again.

it was harder this time. deeper. more passionate.

your hands slid into his hair, tugging gently as you tilted your head and kissed him.

keys groaned into your mouth, the sound low and needy.

the kissed turned messy; tongues sliding, teeth grazing and breathing ragged. you climbed into his lap without thinking

keys let out a surprised but hungry sound as you settled over him, your hips rolling down against the growing hardness in his pajama pants.

“fuck.” he said against your lips.

you rocked your hips slowly, gridding down.

“you feel so good,” he whispered between kisses. “so fucking good.”

you kissed him harder. his hands roamed under your shirt, touching your bare skin like he couldn’t get enough.

just as the heat between you was becoming overwhelming, you both froze.

there was a noise from your bedroom.

the sound of the door opening.

your boyfriend was getting up.

you quickly climbed off keys’ lap. both of you were flushed, with a heavy breathing and lips swollen.

keys looked wrecked; his hair was messy, his eyes dark because of the lust, and a very obvious bulge.

you barely had time to sit on the floor and fix your shirt before bob walked into the living room, rubbing his eyes sleepy.

“hey, you guys still up?” he murmured. “i’m just gonna get some water.”

“yeah,” you said, trying to sound normal. “we were just… talking.”

he nodded, still half-asleep, and disappeared into the kitchen.

the second he left, you and keys looked at each other.

your boyfriend coughed from the kitchen as you got up from the floor. keys looked at you, wondering your next move.

“i think i should… leave”, you said, tipsy.

“yeah. i get it.” he stared at you, getting up slowly.

now both of you were closer, as if he was going to give you a goodnight kiss.

bob stood up next to the door frame, waiting for you to leave with him.

“night, keys.”

“night.”

you stayed frozen for some seconds before forcing yourself to leave.

keys didn’t say anything else. he just watched you with dark conflicted eyes as you walked out of the room.

you slipped inside and closed the room quietly. bob was already under the covers, half-asleep. you crawled into bed beside him.

your heart was racing for what happened some minutes ago.

the taste of keys was still in your lips.

the feeling of his hand was still in your body, making it feel warm.

your boyfriend murmured something and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you let him, but your mind was somewhere else.

in the way keys wrapped your waist. with his hands.

you were drunk. guilty. and completely unable to stop thinking about what happened.

then you just fell asleep.

the next morning, the apartment smell like coffee and bacon.

you woke up with a slightly headache, and your boyfriend was still sleeping next to you.

you slipped out of the bed quietly, wearing an oversized shirt and panties, and headed to the kitchen to have some breakfast.

keys was already there.

he stood by the counter in his pajama pants and a black t-shirt, pouring himself a mug of coffee.

the moment you walked in, he froze.

for some seconds, neither of you said anything. the tension was huge and it made you feel sick.

keys’ eyes flicked down to see your bare legs, then he looked up back to your face.

“morning,” he finally said with low voice.

“morning,” you replied back, barely above a whisper.

you walked to the fridge, hyper-aware of every moment. when you reached past him

to get the orange juice, your arm brushed against him.

both of you tensed by the contact.

keys swallowed hard.

“about last night…”

you turned to face him. his eyes dropped to your lips for a second before he forced himself to look back at your eyes.

“i meant everything.” he murmured. “look, i…”

the sound of your bedroom opening interrumped him.

your boyfriend walked out, really smiley and wearing his boxers.

“morning, baby,” he said, walking over and kissing you on the lips. “hey keys, you making coffee?”

keys forced a smile.

“yeah. want some?”

the three of you stood in the kitchen uncomfortable and with a big tension going on there. your boyfriend was completely oblivious, talking while he purred coffee to himself.

you and keys couldn’t stop stealing glances at each other.

everything felt different now.

maybe it was the way you two looked at each other.

maybe it was the feeling of his touch.

you didn’t even know what was. but you liked that.

later that night, the three of you decide to watch a movie together in the living room.

your boyfriend sat in the middle of the couch with you curled up against him. keys sat on the other side, trying to look relaxed.

the movie was playing on the tv but neither of you three were paying attention; keys were watching you, you were watching him, and your boyfriend was bored.

that is why he was stroking your thigh, and keys’ jaw tightened about that.

about halftime through the film, your boyfriend leaned closer to you, his lips brushing your ear.

“wanna go to the bedroom?” he whispered, suggesting you something. “i’ve been craving you all night.”

you forced a smile and nodded.

“let’s go.”

you stood up, turning to keys and smiling to him. you said you were just tired.

“night.” he said quietly.

“night,” you replied, avoiding his gaze.

in the bedroom, your boyfriend wasted no time.

he pulled you onto bed, kissing you hungrily as he tugged your shirt off. his hands roamed over your body, but you felt nothing.

no heat.

you pushed onto his back and took the control, wrapping your hand around him. he groaned.

“fuck, baby… just like that,” he moaned, his hips bucking into your fist.

he was completely lost in pleasure.

then he came with a moaned, spilling over your hand and his stomach. he pulled down for a kiss, murmuring how good you were and that he loved you.

then you just kissed back, and he felt asleep.

he left you needy.

he didn’t even try to touch you.

you stayed staring at the ceiling and eventually, you slipped out of the bed, in your occasional outfit.

you headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

you didn’t even expect keys to be there.

he was leaning against the counter without anything but his usual pajama pants. the moment you walked in, his eyes lingered on you.

neither of you spoke at first.

keys’ glaze slowly dragged down your body; your bare legs, the way the t-shirt barely covered your thighs.

“you okay?” he asked with a low voice.

you nodded, walking to the fridge.

“just thirsty.”

you grabbed the bottle, watching him.

“couldn’t sleep?” keys asked while swallowing hard.

he stepped closer while his eyes turned more dark.

the kitchen felt too small.

“no,”

then he talked.

“i can’t stop thinking about… y’know.” he said.

your breath hitched. you turned to face him.

before you could even think better of it, you stepped closer.

keys met you halfway.

the kiss was slow at first; soft, trying to kiss you nicely. it felt like both of you were scared of that.

then it quickly turned deeper.

hungrier.

his hands slid under your t-shirt, and they were cold. he gripped your waist as he pulled you closer to the counter.

you moaned softly into his mouth, and he seemed to enjoy that sound because he smiled.

keys groaned and lifted you onto the counter effortlessly, stepping between your legs.

his mouth moved to his neck, kissing and licking like he was scared you would go back to your bedroom.

you moaned, trying not to be loud since your boyfriend was in your room sleeping.

he pushed your shirt up, exposing your breasts. his thumbs brushed over your nipples, making them harden.

you then gasped, arching a little bit your back.

“so pretty,” he murmured.

he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over it.

you moaned, your hands going into his messy hair, pulling it slowly.

then he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with lust. he gathered saliva in his mouth and let it drop slowly onto your nipple, watching it glisten as it ran down your breast.

he leaned in again, spreading the spit with his tongue and sucking your nipple harder now.

“fuck, keys…” you moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist.

he groaned against your skin, one of his hands sliding between your thighs.

his fingers brushed your soaked panties.

“you’re so wet,” he whispered with a soft voice. “all this f’me?”

you nodded, grinding yourself against his hand desperately.

the kitchen was filled with soft sounds, wet noises and quiet moans.

you know this was forbidden, but you didn’t care at all.

your boyfriend left you needy in bed, selfish about himself.

you just looked for someone else. for someone who knew everything about you.

he pulled back to see your face, your nipples were glistening with his spit, shiny and swollen from his sucking and licking.

his hand went to your panties waistband, pulling them to a side. then he pushed two thick fingers inside you without a warning.

“oh, fuck…” you moaned, arching your back like a cat. he pumped his fingers inside you slowly at first, then faster.

“this pussy is dripping for me,” he said.

you moaned into the kiss, your hips rocking against his hand as he fucked you with his fingers. he curled them perfectly, hitting your sensitive spot while his tumb rubbed over clit.

keys kissed down your neck and then started sucking the skin over there, ignoring the fact future marks were going to stay there.

the wet obscene sound of his fingers plunging into your soaked cunt filled the quiet kitchen.

he dropped into his knees in front of you and pulled your panties down your legs and tossed them to the side.

he spread your thighs wider as he saw you dripping.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered.

then he buried his face between your legs.

keys ate you like a starved man; loud and completely shameless.

his tongue was flat and broad as he licked from your entrance to your clit, moaning against you like you’d taste better than anything he ever tried before.

he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue fast, then pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in deep.

you gripped his hair tightly, your thighs shaking around his head.

“oh, fuck… keys.”

he groaned loudly into your pussy, making your eyes roll.

he was so noisy; slurping, moaning, licking messily as he devoured you. his fingers replaced his tongue, pumping deep.

you were getting close.

keys looked at you.

“cum for me, baby.” he said. “wanna feel you in my tongue.”

you came hard.

and your orgasm hit like a wave, your thighs clamping around his head as you squirted onto his tongue and chin.

keys moaned slowly, not stopping and licking you through it, sucking and drinking every drop like he couldn’t get enough.

you were shaking, gasping and almost sobbing because of the intensity.

keys stood up with his face shiny with your juices, and leaned to kiss you, letting you taste yourself in his mouth.

he was hard, and his cock was pressing your thigh through his pajama pants.

he kissed you one more time before pulling away from you.

“i need to fuck you,” keys said, watching you with lustful eyes.

he didn’t even wait for an answer, but it was obvious with the eyes you gave him. he showed his pajama pants down, freeing his cock.

he lined himself up and pushed into you in one deep thrust.

“fuuuuck,” you gasped. “you’re so big, i can feel you deep.”

keys groaned, gripping your thighs as he started fucking you deeper and harder now. the wet sound of his cock plunging into your soaked cunt filled the silence.

“so fucking tight,” he growled. ”you’re dripping. my god.”

you moaned then loudly.

“harder, please.”

and he did it.

he was good. better than your boyfriend.

maybe because your boyfriend didn’t even try to fuck you good, he just wanted to cum.

and the fact he was at the room next to you was making you even more horny.

the bulge of keys’ cock was visible in your lower belly with every thrust he made. he pressed a hand there, feeling himself move inside you.

“look at that,” he said. “you can see my cock stretching you out. this is insane.”

you whimpered, setting your hands now on the counter trying to dig your nails in there, but of course, failing.

the outline of his cock was clear every time he bottomed out.

“it feels so good.” you were being noisy, loud, and probably your boyfriend was going to notice about it.

it couldn’t help it. the way he was splitting you open was driving you insane.

“i need you to be quiet, baby.” keys said, fucking you deeply while he kissed you, spitting a little bit in your mouth. “your boyfriend is down the hall. you don’t want him hearing you, right?”

one of his hands slammed against your ass cheeks, careful enough to be quiet.

he kissed you once again, then spat directly onto your mouth.

you moaned at the filthy act, swallowing it as he fucked you.

then he did it harder.

your back was arched against the counter, his thrusts were harder now.

“oh, keys… fuck.”

“i told you to stop being noisy,” he moaned.

“i’m trying….” but it wasn’t enough, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut while he was fucking you that good.

keys took your panties, leaning on the counter, and pulled them inside your mouth.

you didn’t expect that at all, but you kept moaning against them while he was fucking you harder and deeper.

“i’m gonna cum,” he whispered in your ear as he felt you were stretching around him.

you came first. making a mess while you moaned loudly against your panties. keys didn't stop.

he fucked you thought it, then he kept

going, chasing his own release while you trembled in overstimulation.

then he came, filling you up with all his cum.

he stayed buried inside you for a long moment, and kissed you softly.

“you’re so perfect,” he said, getting dressed fast at the same time as you.

your legs were shaking, you leaned against the counter, trying to make your hair look better than before.

your boyfriend appeared, with a smile in his face.

“baby, why are you awake?” he said, not even looking at keys. “are you two okay?”

“yeah, i was just helping her find the milk.” keys said with a silly smile on his face.

your boyfriend then nodded, without saying anything else.

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