#romansweek2020

Roman sat down in the circle among friends and strangers, everyone chatting excitedly for the game to begin. The closed door did little to muffle the music blaring from the speakers in the main room. The theater major took a slow sip from his red cup, though there was no alcohol in it. It was just Coke. He had a class at 8:30 in the morning, and he was not about to risk a hangover for that. 

“Okay, everyone know the rules?” Roman turned his attention to his friend Patton, who apparently was the one running the game. 

“It’s Truth of Dare Babe, ‘s not complicated,” a guy, in a pair of sunglasses of all things, drawled out before taking a long sip from a starbucks cup. Everyone else let out murmurs of agreement and Patton beamed. 

“Okay then I’ll go first!” With that, his friend spun the bottle in the center of the circle. Roman watched as it spun around, excited to see if it would land on him or someone else. The spinning slowed down to a stop, the neck pointing right at someone in a beanie. “Truth of dare!” It was plain adorable how excitable his friend was. It gave Roman flashbacks to childhood sleepovers. 

“Dare me.” The beanie headed stranger decided and Patton took a moment to ponder. 

“I dare you to…. Drink a cup of pickle juice!” Even the dare was like being back in elementary school. Laughter filled the room as people jokingly shoved at the daree before they got up to leave the room. Everyone scrambled to follow, wanting to witness it occur. Moving through the frat house, the group made their way to the kitchen. 

“Do they even have pickles?” Someone asked, Roman didn’t know who. The answer arrived shortly after when a quick rummage through the fridge revealed a jar of the pimply green vegetables. Phones were taken out, Roman’s among them, ready to record for future hilarity. The lid was removed and a cup gathered, everyone cheering on as the juice was poured in. Roman hit record on his phone the second the cup was lifted, and as they drank from it, everyone yelled out commentary. The face the stranger made was priceless, they looked like they wanted to gag. 

“Ugh fuck that was so gross. Shit man.” Everyone laughed at that before hurrying back to the room they had originally congregated at. Beanie spun the bottle and the next victim was the Emo guy Virgil that Patton was roommates with. “Truth or dare?” 

“Umm.” Virgil seemed to weigh his options, brooding eyes wandering all over the place. “Truth.” A few people booed, wanting something more exciting, but Patton shushed them and gave Virgil a thumbs up. 

“Okay uuh-” Roman tuned out for a moment, taking his attention to where his cup had disappeared to when they had all left. He could have sworn he left it nearby when he got up but none of the cups he could see were the dark color of his soda. Where-

“I think this is yours.” A familiar voice whispered in his ear. Roman snapped his head towards the source, eyes wide as he spotted Janus García sitting right next to him. Heat rushed to his face at seeing those mismatched eyes so close, his heart racing in his chest. When did he get there? Roman did not remember sitting next to him. In fact, he recalled at the start of the game, he had been sitting by his friends Logan and Nate. Did they not join him when everyone came back in?

“W-what?” he stuttered out when he recalled the handsome man had said something to him. A smirk was sent his way, and it did wicked things to his insides, before the other held up a red cup with dark liquid inside. “I said, I think this is yours.” Janus repeated, still leaned in close to be heard over the music and others cheering and chatting. “I thought it was my rum and Coke, but there is most certainly no rum in it.” With bright red cheeks, Roman took the cup from him, the fingers brushing in the change. The touch sent electricity through him. 

“Thanks.” he said softly, perhaps too softly in such a loud setting but Janus seemed to hear him because he nodded before turning his attention back to the group. Roman did the same, holding his cup close if it had the secrets to the universe. His attention returned to the game just in time to see the bottle land on Logan, whom he now realized sat across the circle now. 

“Dare.” Roman watched silently at the biology major’s act of bravery, ready to take on whatever challenge Virgil would give him. He took a sip of his drink while the Emo instructed Logan to speak only in puns for the rest of the game, before remembering that Janus had drunk from it too.

Oh my stars, it's an indirect kiss! he thought, flushed and embarrassed. He probably didn’t even drink from the same spot as the other, but the fact that they both had was enough to get his heartbeat pulsing hard. Or maybe that was the bass shaking the whole house? Either way, the thought was in his head now, and grew more aware of the other man’s body close to his own. Only inches kept their crossed legs from touching. 

“Roman!” He jolted at the call of his name, blinking to see the bottle facing him and his brother grinning devilishly. “Truth of dare?” 

When did Remus go? he wondered, blinking in confusion. Had he been so lost in his thoughts he missed other turns? Damn. Well he knew better than to take a dare from the other. That was just asking for trouble. “Truth, I guess.” Remus pouted at that, which only proved him right in his choice, but then a manic grin took over his face. 

“Who do you have wet dreams about?”

“What the fuck Remus!?” Roman exclaimed, his flush darkening while his nose crinkled. He did NOT need his brother of all people asking that. That was just so wrong. 

“You gotta answer or take a penalty~” his lookalike singsonged, and Roman had never had a greater urge to punch his brother in the face than in that moment. The rules of the game were clear though, and knowing his brother, Remus was probably hoping Roman would take the penalty. It was almost tempting too, just to avoid confessing out loud of the subject of his lusty thoughts.

But his competitive spirit wouldn’t allow it. With a nervous glance to the side, he cleared his throat before looking down at his lap. “... Janus García.” The man in question stiffened beside him and Roman felt his stomach sink. As the crowd laughed and teased, Roman felt his blush spread to the tips of his ears. It was single handedly the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him. Silently, he spun the bottle just to get the attention off of him and didn’t even bother to pay attention to who it landed. “Truth or dare?” 

“Dare.” It was sunglasses and starbucks. 

“I dare you to uh, french kiss the frat mascot.” It was some stuffed jackalope thing that some thought was a taxidermied rabbit with antlers glued on and others thought it was just a very realistic but utterly fake stuffed animal with antlers glued on. No one really knew as it had been part of the fraternity for decades. Starbucks agreed and everyone laughed and recorded the dude after he retrieved it, losing their shit as he proceeded to make out with it.

The game went on after that, but Roman couldn’t really focus. Not when Janus was still right next to him while knowing that the theater major had dirty thoughts about him. He had more than that, but the point remained. He wasn’t actively changing seats, which had to be some kind of positive right? Maybe he wasn’t disgusted by Roman and his feelings? He could only hope things wouldn’t be too awkward after the night was over. 

When the game finished, ending after Tayln puked from spinning too much and too fast for their dare, Roman got up with everyone else and made to leave. Before he could even get to the door however, hands grabbed hold of him and spun him around. He locked eyes with brown and green, inhaling sharply as he realized that Janus had stopped him. Actually more than stopped. He was being moved backwards until his back met with a wall. “Uh-”

“You cool with me rocking your world?” Chestnut brown eyes blinked, his jaw dropping a little. “Need an answer, darling.”

“Y-yeah,” he managed to get out, heat pooling low in his gut. “Yeah, I’m cool with that.” The second he finished talking, his lips were stolen in a heated kiss. A groan left him as rough lips pressed firmly into his, hands reaching up loop around Janus’ shoulders. The other man pressed him further against the wall, their hips grinding into each other. Large hands gripped his upper thighs, and suddenly he was being lifted. With a squeak, Roman wrapped his legs around the tanned man’s waist. 

In his surprise, a tongue slipped into his mouth. “Mmm~” he moaned, shivering as the muscle rubbed against his own. Without a thought, he rolled his hips and moaned again as he grinded into Janus. The other moaned as well, moving his own hips in tandem. “Fuck!” he gasped out, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. Janus’ lips moved onto his neck, pressing bruising kisses down and setting the skin on fire.

“Get a room!” 

Right, they were at a party. Roman sort of forgot about that. 

“We do have a room, you just came in it.” Janus retorted, lifting a hand up to flip off the people that came in. And somehow still able to hold Roman up holy shit-

“If you’re gonna fuck, go somewhere else.” 

The air seemed to change after that statement, a sexual tension forming as Roman’s eyes met with Janus. An eyebrow raised, a silent question forming. Roman bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah okay.” Just like that, he was set back down and his hand grabbed. The two moved through the house, pushing through the crowd of drunken people and up a flight of stairs. Next thing he knew, he was in a bedroom and lips locked back onto his as he fell onto a bed. 

Hands moved all over as the two explored their bodies, hips grinding against each other in a frantic rush. “Wanted you for so long.” Janus confessed, sitting up to remove his shirt. The sight of his pecks was downright mouthwatering. Roman rushed to get his own shirt off before pulling the other back down. The feel of skin against skin was a rush, sending heat all over. 

Shoes and pants went off next, a scrambled affair as the two tried not to be apart from each other for long. The moment they were both naked, Roman was flipped around with his face pressed into the pillow and his ass up. A tongue prodded between his cheeks, pulling a gasp from him as his hands clenched at the sheets. Janus seemed quite skillful, eating him out with gusto and making him pant and moan like never before. 

He was so lost in the haze of lust, that he didn’t notice the other take out lube. Not until a wet finger pressed against his rim to join in. “Aaaah fuck~” he groaned out, pressing back at the invading digit. He whined when the tongue vanished, rolling his hips to try and find it back. “Fuuuuck.” 

“That’s the idea Roman.” Janus chuckled, slipping in a second finger inside. It burned a bit, but Janus moved slowly. Working him up with a patience that Roman did not feel at all. By the time the third finger entered, he thought he was going to lose his mind. 

“Mmmh please~” he begged, rolling back onto the fingers to get them in deeper. They brushed against the bundle of nerves that was his prostate, making him cry out in bliss. “Please, fuck me already!” If he didn’t get his ass pounded into soon, he was going to die!

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”  The sound of a wrapper filled the air and Roman looked over his shoulder to see a condom get freed. It also gave him the chance to truly see Janus’ cock. The size of it made him moan as his own cock twitched. “Like what you see?” Janus asked, a smirk on his face. 

“Yesss.” Roman couldn’t even pretend to play coy. He was hot and bothered and wanted that dick in him yesterday. “God you’re huge!” Janus seemed to appreciate the compliment, leaning down to nip at Roman’s shoulder as he slid the condom on. He gasped at the bite, shivering helplessly while his lover lined himself up. When the head pushed in, Roman inhaled sharply. 

Janus didn’t go far before he stopped, letting the theater major get used to how full he was getting already. “Relax.” he instructed, rubbing at his hips to help soothe him. It took a few minutes, but eventually the burn subsided and Janus pushed more of himself in. It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out, but once he did, they were both panting and Roman’s cock began leaking. 

He was so full and it reached so deep. The tip barely pressing on his prostate already. “Oh god.” he groaned, pressing his face into the pillow.

“You’re so tight.” Janus moaned out, his hands tightening their hold on Roman. “Fuck.” 

“Thats ah- that’s the idea.” Roman couldn’t help but return the other’s cheeky statement. A pinch on his ass had him yelping before it turned into a moan as the cock inside him moved. “I’m ready.” he gasped out, wiggling his hips to make it move again. “Come on, you said you were gonna rock my world.” With a growl, Janus pulled out to the tip before slamming his hips back inside. “AH!” Roman scrambled to hold onto something, the force of the thrust pushing him forward. 

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” came the growled response, Janus pulling back before thrusting hard again. His thrusts were slow but powerful, knocking the air from Roman’s lungs as he was railed into. “God you feel incredible!” the man went on to praise, making his lover moan shamelessly. 

“You’re so deep!” Roman babbled out, writhing under the onslaught. The pace began to pick up, Janus pounding into him faster. A hand gripped his dripping cock, making his back arch as he moaned loudly. The man above him began to pump his hand in time to the bruising thrusts, leaving Roman helpless to the pleasure. 

It was with almost no warning when he came, the peak sudden as he cried out Janus’ name. The man in question continued to pound inside, moving faster as he chased his own release. It was boarding on too much when he finally came, pressing in deep as he emptied into the condom. The two groaned when he finally pulled out for good, leaving Roman empty as he let his legs collapse. He was only vaguely aware of Janus throwing the condom away before returning back to bed. 

“No one’s gonna get mad we had sex in here right?” he asked, brain function returning to him enough that he realized they had to be in someone’s room. 

“Nah, this is my room. We’re fine.” 

“Oh good.” He hadn’t been aware that Janus was a member of the fraternity, but that was lucky for them that he was. An arm wrapped around his waist, causing him to open an eye he didn’t know he closed. Janus snuggled in close, his own eyes slipping closed.

“I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“I got an 8:30 class.”