#thomo

The sun shone bright, directly into Brian’s eyes. His head was leaning against the passenger-side window of his mom’s car. The car was zooming through his hometown, passing all the -awful- memories he had made there. The hardest, yet most satisfying to see behind him in the sideview mirror was his old high school. That wretched building, the place where he spent most of his suffering, was finally behind him.  Unfortunately his mom must of heard his sigh of relief because she decided to start some sort of conversation.

“Brian, sweetie… How are you feeling? What’s on your mind?” his mom’s hand fell to his shoulder. He looked back at her, noticing the soft smile pulling at her lips. Brian’s mom was always gentle and caring with him, especially after all the incidents with his latest step father. He never had a true father figure, only assholes who tried to prove their masculinity by “beating the faggot out of him.” Even though it never worked, the men in his life didn’t get the hint that it would never would work. To pull him away from the bitter thoughts that invaded his mind, Brian’s mom squeezed his shoulder and hummed to get him to reply.

“Just…. So, so ready to finally leave, mom.” Brian admitted, giving his only source of support a sheepish grin. As much as he wasn’t ready to part with his mom, he knew this was the best option for the both of them. For Brian, to escape the horrors he’d only continue to experience if he stayed. For his mother, the relief of knowing her baby was going to be somewhere he could be himself and not get bullied for it. Well, that was a big hope for the both of them. His mother hummed again, in agreement this time. “I’m so proud of you, honey, getting accepted into a great college.” his mom’s smile widened.

“Yeah, mom, me too.” this college, the college of his dreams, would be the start of his new life. Finally, he would be able to do as his heart desired and be with who he wanted to be. There would be nothing holding him back from the joy he’d get to feel of self-acceptance. The college was quite far from his hometown, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it will just be rough to not have his mom to lean on when he really needed it. He just hoped that he’d be quick to find solace in his roommate or something. Luckily the college he got accepted into was solely based on members of the LGBT and he hoped he’d snag a hot roommate as well as a kind one.

The rest of the car ride was spent in a comfortable but slightly awkward silence. Upon arrival at Magnetic Art University, the awkwardness rose. Brian gave a final hug to his mom and kissed her on both cheeks, promising to keep in contact as much as he could. Then, he made his way into the building he would find himself calling “home” for the next four years. He found his dorm and found it empty yet. So, he made himself at home, claiming one of the beds and setting up his stuff. Once Brian’s side of the room as made up in a way he could call comfortable, he decided to head out to check out the rest of the campus. It was a decently sized University, but not so big that he got too lost looking for his classes. In fact, he found the rooms pretty easily. Hopefully he would remember well enough to find them just as easy tomorrow when the walk-areas would be full of other freshmen and upperclassmen. After getting a little familiar with his new surroundings, Brian went back to his dorm. There he found his new roommate all set up and getting comfy in the other bed.

Brian’s roommate was just a bit taller than he is. They’ve got long, dark, curly hair that cover both of their exposed shoulders. They’re extremely slim and have legs for fucking days. Brian could feel his jaw slacken slightly at the pure beauty of his roommate. The mysterious roommate turned when they finally noticed the new presence in the room. They smirked at Brian, flipping their hair over one of their shoulders. “See somethin’ you like, mister?” they grinned harder, examining their roommate. They would say that he’s pretty cute, not exactly they’re type though. You know, the causal-white-dad look. When Brian didn’t reply, the tall one scoffed. “Well, you can call me Violet. You are?” they raised a perfectly painted brow. Yes, painted. They were wearing a half-done mug, with foundation, brows, eyeliner, and a dark lip. Honestly, they were gorgeous. Brian kicked himself for just staring, he probably seemed like a creep. “Uhhhhh, I’m Brian..” he stuttered, blushing and looking down.

Violet nodded and turned back around, fiddling with their makeup on their desk. “Well, Brian,” they sighed. “Don’t fall too hard for me, I’ve already got my eyes on someone else ‘round here.” Brian physically shook himself. “Yeah, right, okay.” He huffed in mild annoyance. God, his roommate sure was a cocky bitch. “Thanks, doll.” Violet laughed. “I’m hittin’ the sack, bitch, don’t make too much noise or whatever.” They didn’t wait for a response and just crawled under their sheets. Brian shrugged and followed suit, crawling under his own sheets after stripping down to his boxers. Tomorrow would either be super stressful or super laid back and he wasn’t sure which to expect just yet. He had to shake himself from deep thought again if he actually wanted to sleep tonight. Brian just turned and faced the wall that his bed was pressed against. Let’s hope for the best, he thought to himself before slipping into a sleep like state.

Morning came too soon for either of the occupants of room 224. They groaned and pulled themselves from their beds. Violet got ready in their bathroom while Brian quickly hopped into some clean clothes and left before they even got under the shower’s water. Brian had a morning class for the History of Music. He decided to take that one because as much as he knew about music, there was always something else he could learn from a new perspective. He casually strolled into the lecture room, trying to keep a calm exterior. Brian knew from experience that coming off as a mess for a first impression led to a long lasting impression. Though, as soon as he saw that he and the professor were the only ones in the room, his nerves got the best of him. The professor knotted his eyebrows together as he noticed the sudden change of mood in the boy. Brian pulled the schedule to his face as to hide, but also check what the professor’s name was. Apparently they shared the same first name, so he’d probably just stick to “Mr. McCook” to avoid confusing himself. Yes, he had the tendency to confuse himself with something as simple as that.

Brian forced himself to brighten up and put a smile on as he approached Mr. McCook. “Hi! I’m Brian Firkus, pleased to take this class.” he reached out his hand to take McCook’s in a greeting. The teacher had to use a lot of willpower to not recoil when the hand even slightly touched his. He wasn’t used to casual touches, let alone casual touches from men as attractive as the other Brian in front of him. Instead, he forced a smile back, bright but fake. “Nice to meet you, Firkus, please, have a seat anywhere you’d like.” He wanted to say, ‘as far away from me as possible’ but it probably wasn’t a good idea to come off as an asshole on the first day. He didn’t want to scare away any students. Brian just wasn’t prepared to have someone as forwardly friendly nor handsome as this freshman in his class. It was making him feel uncomfortable, in a sense. If uncomfortable meant horny in an unwanted way. He sighed softly as the student took a seat directly in front of his desk. Great, now how could he focus on actually teaching with this fine, beefcake of a boy in direct eyesight? He just didn’t know how he would survive this semester without charges of sexual harassment, honestly.

Soon, the class had as many students as it would today. Not a lot. That was expected as firstly, not a lot of people took this class, as they found history of anything to be boring. Secondly, it was the first day of college. Either the freshmen were too nervous to show up, or the upperclassmen knew nothing really happened on the first day. Hopefully with this the instructor could get away with making most of his eye contact with Bri (he decided it would be easier to call him Bri). Which, even if it seemed weird, he would still do it. That’s just McCook for you. Bri blushed nearly the whole class, looking down shyly every time Brian would meet his eyes. At the end of class, before he finished his introductory lecture, he looked Bri in the eyes one last time and winked at him. Bri nearly lost his shit at that, hiding his face in his hands. Neither of them could really believe the forwardness of Brian, there was just some sort of pull between them. They couldn’t really describe it but it was definitely there.

When class was actually over, Bri tried to scurry out of the room as fast as possible, but once he was down the stairs, Brian was already there. “Hey, Bri, wait.” Bri stopped at the nickname and looked at Brian with slight fear in his eyes. “Okay, you can stop looking like i’m about to beat you verbally…” he chuckled, stepping back to give the other space. “I just.. I just wanted to say I enjoyed your, participation, in class today.” Brian smirked. God, what is it with sexy guys and smirking at this school? Bri thought to himself. “Errr, well, thanks.. I think…” Bri laughed nervously still, looking anyway but the older man’s eyes. Unfortunately that led his eyes to look at his chest, arms, and jaw. This man really was sexy and seemingly super confident. Bri sucked in a sharp breath before finally looking into the other’s eyes. There he saw a smoulder of lust and curiosity. Fuck, he could feel his knees buckle and ankles turn to jelly. He literally almost tipped over. Brian was there to catch his sudden clumsiness though, which really didn’t help with the source of weakness. “Fuck.” Bri mumbled out loud. “Sorry I just…” he tried to make an excuse for why he had to be kept upright, but he was also pretty sure Brian knew exactly why. This was happening too fast for Bri to keep up. Yeah, he was hoping to find a whirlwind romance and a sexy guy to fuck and all that, but this soon? This suddenly? With this intensity? It was too overwhelming right off.

“You doing okay there?” the older Brian asked, trying to read the emotions passing through the younger’s eyes. Bri stuttered out a small yes before trying to push out of the strong arms of the other. “I really need to get to my next class, sir, if you don’t mind.” he tried to keep the amount of bite just right to get his point across. Brian slowly let go of him and stepped even further away. “Of course. If you need me,” he smirked, looking Bri up and down, noticing that he was in fact slightly aroused. “My office is just across the hall from here.” With that, the student hurriedly left, leaving Brian with minor guilt and major arousal. The older man sighed and plopped his ass into the chair behind the room’s desk. Maybe this was just a little too much for him, as well. Yeah, maybe he was used to instant attraction and quick fucks, but never with a student. Never has he ever had the urge to fuck a student with this intensity. Oh well, he’d be fine. He just hopes he didn’t scare off the younger man. He’d want to see him around more often. Eventually, he got up and made it to his office. Brian damn well needed some alone time.

Throughout the next few weeks, Brian and Bri have had similar encounters. Brian flirting, heavily sexual flirting at that, and Bri simply blushing and smiling at the attention. Even Brian’s usual students (new ones too!) could tell that Brian was somewhat infatuated with this new student. There was no doubt that they’d fuck soon. Just how soon, they weren’t sure. Brian hoped for sooner than later. Luckily for him, it just happened to be that night. He was in his office, grading papers lazily, barely skimming over them and just grading them for the general effort put into the pieces. There was a soft, almost unnoticeable knock at his door. Brian just happened to have advanced hearing thanks to his shitty eyesight. “Come in, come in.” he called dismissively, not expecting for a student to come in this late, let alone the man he’s been trying to fuck since the first day of school. His jaw fell before immediately snapping back shut.

Bri shuffled his feet nervously as he played with the hem of his shirt. “Mr. McCook? Can we talk?” Brian nodded, also telling him that he could just address him by his first name. Bri awkwardly agreed to then sat in the chair before Brian’s desk. “So, what’s on your mind, Bri?” Brian asked, trying to distract himself with the ungraded work. “You, sir.” Bri admitted, shyly looking up to his professor’s face. There was a look of pure shock plastered there. “Uhh, have I… Have I been misreading your signals?” Bri asked, blushing furiously and standing up to make a quick escape. Brian instantly grabbed one of Bri’s wrists before consoling him that, no, he had not been misreading his signals. “In fact, Bri, you’ve been reading them perfectly. I’d like to fuck you, if that’s alright.” The blunt words went straight to his jeans. He nodded, still blushing. “Come over here, Bri, I’d like to finally touch you.” Bri made his way over to the older one, stopping in front of him. He stripped off his shirt and jeans slowly, shyly looking into Brian’s eyes. Goddammit, he was driving him crazy, how unknowingly sexy the younger man was. He wanted to bend the younger man over and eat his ass until he was seeing stars. So that’s what he did. Brian grabbed him by the hips and directed him to bend over his desk.

“You’re so sexy, so pretty, Bri. Gonna show you.” Brian spread his cheeks, pressing light kisses to the puckered hole. Luckily, Bri decided to prepare himself before heading over, so he was all clean and ready to be eaten or fucked. Hopefully both. Brian licked from his taint to the top of his crack. The man on the desk shuddered and moaned, his grip on the front of the desk tightened. “More, please, sir.” Brian growled lowly at the sudden sexual turn of the addressment. He pulled the younger’s cheeks apart more roughly and smacked at them. He licked the hole harder before pulling away to grab the lube out of the bottom drawer on his desk. Obviously he’s had more fun in here before. He lubed up his fingers and then slid one inside the bottom. Bri moaned louder, loving the feeling of fingers starting to fill him. As Brian added more, the other got needier. “Please fuck me, sir, I need you!” Brian hummed in agreement, found and rolled on a condom before slicking up his own cock. “Gonna fuck you now, baby.” he let the pet name slip out as he slipped in. The bottom Brian barely noticed, instead focusing on the pleasure running through his body as he was pounded into the desk.

Brian spanked Bri hard with each thrust in. The younger was a moaning mess, not being able to hold his noises back with the deep pleasure he was consumed with. The older Brian bent over the other, biting into his shoulder as he came deep in Bri’s ass. Now, as nice as that’d be, once Brian came he couldn’t really find it in him to stay inside an ass. But, he wasn’t a complete asshole. Once he pulled out and tied off the condom, he flipped the bottom over and dropped to his knees. He sucked Bri off, tongue running over the shaft of his cock while his mouth bobbed up and down, stopping at the tip to suck and swallowing when his lips touched the base. Bri soon came, spilling down the older’s throat, a little dripping down his chin. He got up and wiped it off. Bri thanked him for his time, kissed his professor’s cheek and left his number on the stray paper on the desk. Looks like all Bri needed for some true confidence was a good orgasm, because he kept showing up at Brian’s office. Who knew what their relationship would progress into, but for now they were both satisfied with what they had.

Alaska sighed, wrapping her thin jacket around herself as she pushed through the store’s front doors. It was a long day at work, with her customers making messes and not letting anyone know or even attempting to clean them themselves. Plus the usuals that made her day didn’t show up today, specifically the cop that came in every day without fail. Sharon, was it? She wasn’t sure about her name because she was too shy to bring up conversation with the sexy, older woman. Every time the lady would show up, Alaska wouldn’t be at the counter so they’d have no reason to talk. What a disappointment that was. The thing about Sharon is that she didn’t seem like the other cops in her area. She’s just assuming this, but being someone who’s smoked for so long makes it easier to pick others who’ve done the same.

A cold breeze pulled her out of her deep thoughts and she shivered hard. She needs a new jacket but can’t afford one better than the one she’s got so what’s the point really? Alaska huffed out a deep breath and continued her way to her beaten up car. It wasn’t the best, but it got her to work and back. Cheap too. Alaska was almost to her car when she got this eerie sense that someone was following her. Instead of turning around and checking, her anxiety kicked in and she sprinted to her car. Mistake? Maybe, because she didn’t hear only her slapping of her shoes on the pavement when she took off. That only served to freak her out more. Of course when she reached her car she couldn’t find her keys. She spun around, ready to try and fight for her life when she noticed that nobody was there. Well, at least right behind her like she had thought. The cop from her earlier thoughts was roaming around the front of the store and swearing, quite loudly at that. Sighing in relief, she approached the other woman.

“Hello?” she managed to stutter out. “Is something wrong, miss?” Sharon whipped around, her face slack in shock. “You! You work here right?” She practically shouted. Alaska nodded slowly, unsure of where this was going for her. “Well, I know this a lot to ask, but I had a, well, a bad day I guess, and missed my usual fix of cigs and a coke and I really need it and I know you guys just closed but i’m only a few minutes after closing and if you could please let me get my fix I’d be so grateful and do anything for this in return.” Sharon huffed and was shaking, either from the cold or maybe the “withdrawal” from her apparent usuals. Alaska shifted from foot to foot, unsure of whether she was allowed to do this. She gave in to the pleading look in the cop’s eyes and nodded her head. This had better not get her fired.

Upon unlocking and opening the doors, immediately the lights flickered on. Alaska turned around and locked the front doors so nobody else could come in, that’d just be her luck to have someone else wanna come in for some after-hours snackage. She shook her head and flipped her hair over her shoulder at the counter, waiting for the cop to grab her coke. She almost went and grabbed her regular choice pack, but figured that’d be kinda creepy to just know what she wanted without having her ask. Again, Alaska wasn’t at the counter when Sharon showed up. Quickly, Sharon jogged up to the counter and placed her coke down. “Uh, I’ll have the ones on the top left.” she muttered, pulling out her wallet from her fanny pack. Nice, Alaska loved the fanny pack trend. She turned around and reached for a pack, her shirt riding up in the process. Sharon bit her lip at the sight of the pale skin being exposed before turning away. She may be a cop, but that didn’t give her an excuse to perv on people.

“Thanks, Alaska?” Sharon glanced down at the worker’s breast for her name tag. “Cute name.” she grinned and handed the money over to the cashier. Alaska blushed and took the cash. “Well what’s your name?” she asked like she didn’t already know. Well, at least like she thought she knew. “It’s Sharon.” she winked and began to walk away, she really needed a smoke at this point. “Wait!” Alaska called. She blushed when Sharon turned around with a slight look of irritation and confusion on her face. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say, she just knew she wasn’t ready to let Sharon leave. “I, uh, well…” she stuttered, looking down. “I just wanted to know if maybe you’d like to hang out sometime?” she didn’t dare look up, not being able to handle what might be the expression Sharon held. There was a soft chuckle and then footsteps heading towards her. “Look at me, Laska.” Her eyes slightly widened at the nickname and her head shot up almost instantly at the sure command. The cop was smirking, sipping on her coke.

“Yeah, let’s hang out. I’m actually off the clock right now. Just got off before I came here. Is right now a good time for you?” the smirk never left Sharon’s face. Alaska only blushed further and squeaked out a small ‘yes’. The 7/11 employee re-shutdown the store and met with the shorter blonde outside. They both agreed on meeting at Sharon’s, one because it was closer and two Alaska prefered that because her place was a mess at the moment and she was sure her roommates wouldn’t appreciate her bringing a cop into their apartment when it smelt like weed and sex. Not that she thought Sharon would mind or be upset about, but it would be a big deal to her roommates because they haven’t been near her enough. Alaska tried to shake her thoughts of her roommates away, now was not the time to think about those fools. She was about to spend personal time with her admire-from-afar crush. In all her luck, she never thought that she’d get to chill with someone like Sharon. By that, she means a laidback cop.

As they both pulled up to Sharon’s, Alaska could feel her nerves start to rise. What if this was some sort of trick? What if Sharon could tell Alaska was into recreational drug use and planned on ambushing her after getting her to confess? Her grip on the steering wheel tightened at the thought of misplaced trust. She has an opportunity to get the fuck outta there now, but did she really wanna waste a chance of romance? Well, if not romance, a good fucking was always an option. Closing her eyes, she inhaled and exhaled slowly. Fuck it, she thought, and threw her car down open. Alaska heard a squeal and was instantly worried. She opened her eyes and saw a slightly disgruntled Sharon glaring at her. “You almost hit me, ya cunt!” though her words were sharp, there was no bite to her tone. ‘Laska sighed in relief and finally left the comfort of her old car. “Sorry ‘bout that, Shar, didn’t realize you’d be so close..” she mumbled as she approached the other woman. Sharon just shook her head and gently grabbed Alaska’s arm. “Let’s just get inside before you do something else risky ‘without realizing it.’” they both nervously giggled and made their ways indoors.

Once inside, you could visibly see Sharon relax. She plopped down on her own couch and pulled out a cigarette, finally able to smoke comfortably. Sharon noticed Alaska awkwardly floating by the front door so she patted the spot next to her. “Wanna smoke?” she offered, holding out a new stick to her. Alaska shrugged, taking the unlit cig and sitting next to Sharon. The older woman leaned over and pressed her lit cigarette to Alaska’s unlit one, allowing her to light it. They grinned at each other and exhaled the smoke. “So, how often do you work there?” Sharon asked, lazily stretching and kicking her feet up onto her front table. The other girl shrugged in response, taking a long hit off her cigarette. “At least 5 times a week, sometimes all day, too. Depending on the staff available that day.” Sharon nodded, then asked a question that kinda stung. “How come I don’t ever see ya there?” Alaska looked away, shrugging again, not trusting her voice to not come off pointed. The cop looked over the lanky girl, trying to figure out how a girl like her didn’t end up becoming a model. She had the look down, tall, thin, beautiful even at first glance. Alaska looked back to Sharon and was shocked to find her staring at her. Her face was stoic so she didn’t know how to feel at the prolonged examination. Even though her brain didn’t know how to feel, her body was reacting. A blush spread across her face and her stomach twisted pleasantly.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Alaska snapped, thoroughly removing Sharon from her dazed thoughts. Their eyes met, causing Alaska to blush even harder. “Not yet, but if you want, there can be.” Sharon winked and took another puff from her cigarette, blowing the smoke away from them both. Alaska was amazed at Sharon’s forwardness. Her dominant personality and way of flirting definitely got to her head. She wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing at this point. What she did know was that she was taking to long to respond to the offer, instead staring at Sharon with her mouth open and eyes wide. Sharon’s face fell as she thought that maybe she went a little too far with the flirting. They had only just met, maybe Alaska wasn’t into the whole lust-at-first-sight thing. Sharon couldn’t say the same, but she did respect others boundaries. “Sorry, Lasky, that was a joke… Well not really but you can take it as one if it made you uncomfortable.” Sharon rubbed the back of her neck and her faced heated up. Usually girls responded quite well to her upfrontness, at least on a sexual level. Doesn’t mean everyone will, she thought to herself. Alaska physically shook herself and started to panic. “No, no no no no, it’s not like that, I just- I’m not used to, uh, someone being so direct with me.” she smiled sheepishly for making Sharon feel like that. “I actually, if it’s still on the table, would like to take you up on that offer?”

Heat rolled through Sharon’s stomach. Alaska was literally the most adorable person she’s met, being flustered just from Sharon’s words. Even though Sharon was mostly a dominant person, the thought of Alaska’s touch made her weak at the knees. She would probably do anything to please her. Which wasn’t normal for Sharon, usually she was the one being pampered and such in bed. Of course, always in control, but still. “Of course, Lasky. Let’s head to my room?” Alaska shook her head no and pointed to the couch. “I want it to be here.” Sharon didn’t tell her no, and she didn’t want to tell her no. “Lay down for me, baby, okay? Be a pretty angel and spread out as much as you can.” Sharon stroked Alaska’s cheek. Being the more submissive type, Alaska did as she was told. First, though, she pulled off her work shirt and slid off her pants, wanting to get more comfortable for what’s to come. Sharon stood and stripped, winking at Alaska when she noticed the lust in her eyes at her now naked body. “Like what ya see, pumpkin?” Alaska just dumbly nodded and silently begged Sharon to come closer by doing the classic ‘grabby hands’ move. She chuckled but did move to Alaska’s side.

Sharon straddled herself above Alaska’s face and shuddered. The hungry look in the younger’s eyes made her core wetten further. Alaska licked her own lips, watching Sharon glisten right in front of her. She tugged the woman’s hips down to connect her lips to Sharon’s lower ones. Alaska passionately licked and kissed Sharon’s wetness, soaking her face with what couldn’t make it to her mouth. Above her, Sharon was gasping and moaning, trying to hold back from fulling sitting on Alaska’s face and grinding herself to release. Alaska could tell that Sharon was holding herself back, so she stopped moving her tongue. Sharon whined and gently pushed herself against the lower’s face, still trying to not grind down. Alaska didn’t move, she simply laid there with her mouth on Sharon, daringly looking her in the eyes. Sharon whimpered and gave in, not being able to handle the lack of pleasure any longer. She moved her body over Alaska’s mouth, verbally begging for Alaska to fuck her with her tongue. Once her tongue was inside of Sharon and she could feel her clench around it, Alaska’s fingers went to her own pussy. She fingered herself while Sharon bounced on her face, not hard enough to her Alaska but enough to make her jaw slightly sore from the pressure. Sharon came, her juices leaked over Alaska’s lower face and onto her neck. She moved off of her mouth and sat on her stomach, also moving Alaska’s hand which was deep in her own pussy and replacing it with hers. She fucked her fingers into Alaska hard while her thumb circled and pushed on Alaska’s clit. Not much later Alaska came too, leaking onto the couch and soaking Sharon’s fingers, which she cleaned up by making Alaska lick her own juices off of them.