( nothing but s i n )

Perhaps his words were a little too aggressive and demanding, but that was him as a person. He didn’t really settle for just talking about it. It was dumb to him. But while Andrew tried to put up his silly ‘powerful’ front, he knew he’d probably have to save his ass sometime. In spite of that, he wasn’t opposed to it. Jordan knew he’d never be touched again if he didn’t save the poor guy from a probably well deserved ass whooping. 

Maybe Andrew wasn’t very clear with Jordan. This was his game they were playing - not Jordan’s - his game and at the end, he always wins. Maybe he should let Jordan know that, or maybe he should just play him like a record first, just to test a few things out, to make sure it was all good.

He couldn’t fail. He couldn’t fall to his knees and beg for Andrew. It was supposed to be the other way around. He wasn’t a submissive bottom, after all. But, Andrew was, and he kind of made that clear to him. Jordan just needed to figure out how the hell he could pull something that’d have the other whipped.

And then the full on begging. With every please that followed the other, Jordan’s head was spinning even more. His hand slipped into the space he had created by pulling at his jeans, full on palming Andrew’s dick. It was comforting; knowing he wasn’t the only one that was all riled up and embarrassingly hard. Jordan spun him around meanwhile still palming him through his briefs, grinding against the other’s ass. “What is it that you want?”

The curly haired male couldn't utter words, well, not that the moment; he was too busy begging for Jordan, needing, wanting him to do him right then and there. As the other grinded against his ass, he let out a gasp, trying to mutter out something. "Just fuck me.." He actually managed to say, loving the friction that was caused between them. "Fuck me, mark me, do something.." Andrew begged, not wanting to say it - but he was going to, anyways. "Fuck me, daddy." At this point, he was just needy and needed a cock in his ass.

Perhaps his words were a little too aggressive and demanding, but that was him as a person. He didn’t really settle for just talking about it. It was dumb to him. But while Andrew tried to put up his silly ‘powerful’ front, he knew he’d probably have to save his ass sometime. In spite of that, he wasn’t opposed to it. Jordan knew he’d never be touched again if he didn’t save the poor guy from a probably well deserved ass whooping. 

Maybe Andrew wasn’t very clear with Jordan. This was his game they were playing - not Jordan’s - his game and at the end, he always wins. Maybe he should let Jordan know that, or maybe he should just play him like a record first, just to test a few things out, to make sure it was all good.

He couldn’t fail. He couldn’t fall to his knees and beg for Andrew. It was supposed to be the other way around. He wasn’t a submissive bottom, after all. But, Andrew was, and he kind of made that clear to him. Jordan just needed to figure out how the hell he could pull something that’d have the other whipped.

Noticing a bulge from the other, he decided to have fun with him. “Let me be the first to tell you, no, it doesn’t do that.” He said, soon making his way toward the other, sort of close to him - like, their faces were close. “Get on your knees, yeah? I wanna see how good you are with your mouth.” He whispered, his lips barely touching Jordan’s skin.

“I’m surprised.” When Andrew moved up against him, he swallowed dry. He was too close - too close for Jordan to avoid trying something. “You don’t tell me what to do,” he responded in a monotone. Although his words sounded like something you’d say to egg someone on, he wasn't lying. He was never really submissive, and when he was, it was just in real life situations. 

“Because I’m actually letting you suck me off?” He questioned the other, just needing a further answer. Andrew wanted to laugh, he really did. No one spoke to him in that manner and it wasn’t going to start now. “Hm, because you’re twenty one years old, you think it’s okay to speak to me like that? No.” He said softly, his hands just lingering on the others sides, just letting the other have a feel of what was going on. “I may be twenty, but trust me, I’m a lot more mature than that.”

Looking at Andrew move away with a fucking wink and everything, Jordan was winded. He wasn’t even doing anything but he just was. The other’s back did look good to him as well, and he was surprised once again since he was still hard. “I’ll deal with it later,” he muttered to himself, glancing down.

Of course, in Andrew’s book, he just loved to see others weak for him. He loved to see people follow him around, as if he had groupies - he was proud of that - having his own personal groupies like he was some rockstar. He was, though. He was like a rockstar who had sex plenty of times with people and smoked cigarettes - never did drugs - but partied, tons.

Had he ever went after someone? No. Since it was his roommate, he couldn’t get on his bad side. Jordan almost wanted to laugh at himself for using that whole bad side gimmick as an excuse. Really, he was just into him. Yeah, he’d definitely go after him. He planned on making it the last time, though, so he told himself it was okay.

One thing about Andrew; he didn’t like being chased. If someone chased him, he’d run away. He hated playing games with people - well, if he made an attempt to sleep with them. And god, once he did, he just didn’t call them back - real hypocritical of him. But that’s his nature.

Perhaps Jordan should’ve been thinking about the future. But, playing around won’t kill you or anything. He figured he’d be okay, and he figured Andrew would be okay as well. They wouldn’t go to jail for just playing around either.

The curly haired male didn’t have any regrets, really. He messed around and he felt good, for once. That he was like this - so free and on his own, he just loved it, really. Andrew was more of the type of person to just not call someone after a few days.

All in all, his roommate was the first person he’d paid attention to in a while. He didn’t really seek to fuck people, and he didn’t look for them, per se. If it happened, it happened, although it happened rarely. Jordan’s sex life went just like his regular life - he’d go with the flow regardless.

He went with the flow and he obviously didn’t care about the many people he slept with because they were all meaningless and he didn’t do relationships, he just didn’t. But for Jordan, he could probably try a basic relationship - without sleeping with anyone else.

Ideally, he wasn’t even sure about where his life was heading. His family was huge on the whole marriage, 9 to 5 job, have kids, and die thing, but he wasn’t up for that. He was a boring kid but hell, he didn’t wanna pass without at least visiting all the continents. Taking a fun approach on life was his darkest secret ever… yet he wasn’t even sure if it would work out.

The curly haired male was like one of those people that saw life a joke, if anything. He loved to fool around, fuck around and he didn’t care one bit. In fact, he didn’t even want to get married - he didn’t even want a relationship, for godsakes.

Perhaps his words were a little too aggressive and demanding, but that was him as a person. He didn’t really settle for just talking about it. It was dumb to him. But while Andrew tried to put up his silly ‘powerful’ front, he knew he’d probably have to save his ass sometime. In spite of that, he wasn’t opposed to it. Jordan knew he’d never be touched again if he didn’t save the poor guy from a probably well deserved ass whooping. 

Maybe Andrew wasn't very clear with Jordan. This was his game they were playing - not Jordan's - his game and at the end, he always wins. Maybe he should let Jordan know that, or maybe he should just play him like a record first, just to test a few things out, to make sure it was all good.

Noticing a bulge from the other, he decided to have fun with him. “Let me be the first to tell you, no, it doesn’t do that.” He said, soon making his way toward the other, sort of close to him - like, their faces were close. “Get on your knees, yeah? I wanna see how good you are with your mouth.” He whispered, his lips barely touching Jordan’s skin.

“I’m surprised.” When Andrew moved up against him, he swallowed dry. He was too close - too close for Jordan to avoid trying something. “You don’t tell me what to do,” he responded in a monotone. Although his words sounded like something you’d say to egg someone on, he wasn't lying. He was never really submissive, and when he was, it was just in real life situations. 

“Because I’m actually letting you suck me off?” He questioned the other, just needing a further answer. Andrew wanted to laugh, he really did. No one spoke to him in that manner and it wasn’t going to start now. “Hm, because you’re twenty one years old, you think it’s okay to speak to me like that? No.” He said softly, his hands just lingering on the others sides, just letting the other have a feel of what was going on. “I may be twenty, but trust me, I’m a lot more mature than that.”

Looking at Andrew move away with a fucking wink and everything, Jordan was winded. He wasn’t even doing anything but he just was. The other’s back did look good to him as well, and he was surprised once again since he was still hard. “I’ll deal with it later,” he muttered to himself, glancing down.

Of course, in Andrew’s book, he just loved to see others weak for him. He loved to see people follow him around, as if he had groupies - he was proud of that - having his own personal groupies like he was some rockstar. He was, though. He was like a rockstar who had sex plenty of times with people and smoked cigarettes - never did drugs - but partied, tons.

Had he ever went after someone? No. Since it was his roommate, he couldn’t get on his bad side. Jordan almost wanted to laugh at himself for using that whole bad side gimmick as an excuse. Really, he was just into him. Yeah, he’d definitely go after him. He planned on making it the last time, though, so he told himself it was okay.

One thing about Andrew; he didn’t like being chased. If someone chased him, he’d run away. He hated playing games with people - well, if he made an attempt to sleep with them. And god, once he did, he just didn’t call them back - real hypocritical of him. But that’s his nature.

Perhaps Jordan should’ve been thinking about the future. But, playing around won’t kill you or anything. He figured he’d be okay, and he figured Andrew would be okay as well. They wouldn’t go to jail for just playing around either.

The curly haired male didn’t have any regrets, really. He messed around and he felt good, for once. That he was like this - so free and on his own, he just loved it, really. Andrew was more of the type of person to just not call someone after a few days.

All in all, his roommate was the first person he’d paid attention to in a while. He didn’t really seek to fuck people, and he didn’t look for them, per se. If it happened, it happened, although it happened rarely. Jordan’s sex life went just like his regular life - he’d go with the flow regardless.

He went with the flow and he obviously didn’t care about the many people he slept with because they were all meaningless and he didn’t do relationships, he just didn’t. But for Jordan, he could probably try a basic relationship - without sleeping with anyone else.

Ideally, he wasn’t even sure about where his life was heading. His family was huge on the whole marriage, 9 to 5 job, have kids, and die thing, but he wasn’t up for that. He was a boring kid but hell, he didn’t wanna pass without at least visiting all the continents. Taking a fun approach on life was his darkest secret ever… yet he wasn’t even sure if it would work out.

The curly haired male was like one of those people that saw life a joke, if anything. He loved to fool around, fuck around and he didn't care one bit. In fact, he didn't even want to get married - he didn't even want a relationship, for godsakes.

Noticing a bulge from the other, he decided to have fun with him. “Let me be the first to tell you, no, it doesn’t do that.” He said, soon making his way toward the other, sort of close to him - like, their faces were close. “Get on your knees, yeah? I wanna see how good you are with your mouth.” He whispered, his lips barely touching Jordan’s skin.

“I’m surprised.” When Andrew moved up against him, he swallowed dry. He was too close - too close for Jordan to avoid trying something. “You don’t tell me what to do,” he responded in a monotone. Although his words sounded like something you’d say to egg someone on, he wasn't lying. He was never really submissive, and when he was, it was just in real life situations. 

“Because I’m actually letting you suck me off?” He questioned the other, just needing a further answer. Andrew wanted to laugh, he really did. No one spoke to him in that manner and it wasn’t going to start now. “Hm, because you’re twenty one years old, you think it’s okay to speak to me like that? No.” He said softly, his hands just lingering on the others sides, just letting the other have a feel of what was going on. “I may be twenty, but trust me, I’m a lot more mature than that.”

Looking at Andrew move away with a fucking wink and everything, Jordan was winded. He wasn’t even doing anything but he just was. The other’s back did look good to him as well, and he was surprised once again since he was still hard. “I’ll deal with it later,” he muttered to himself, glancing down.

Of course, in Andrew’s book, he just loved to see others weak for him. He loved to see people follow him around, as if he had groupies - he was proud of that - having his own personal groupies like he was some rockstar. He was, though. He was like a rockstar who had sex plenty of times with people and smoked cigarettes - never did drugs - but partied, tons.

Had he ever went after someone? No. Since it was his roommate, he couldn’t get on his bad side. Jordan almost wanted to laugh at himself for using that whole bad side gimmick as an excuse. Really, he was just into him. Yeah, he’d definitely go after him. He planned on making it the last time, though, so he told himself it was okay.

One thing about Andrew; he didn’t like being chased. If someone chased him, he’d run away. He hated playing games with people - well, if he made an attempt to sleep with them. And god, once he did, he just didn’t call them back - real hypocritical of him. But that’s his nature.

Perhaps Jordan should’ve been thinking about the future. But, playing around won’t kill you or anything. He figured he’d be okay, and he figured Andrew would be okay as well. They wouldn’t go to jail for just playing around either.

The curly haired male didn’t have any regrets, really. He messed around and he felt good, for once. That he was like this - so free and on his own, he just loved it, really. Andrew was more of the type of person to just not call someone after a few days.

All in all, his roommate was the first person he’d paid attention to in a while. He didn’t really seek to fuck people, and he didn’t look for them, per se. If it happened, it happened, although it happened rarely. Jordan’s sex life went just like his regular life - he’d go with the flow regardless.

He went with the flow and he obviously didn't care about the many people he slept with because they were all meaningless and he didn't do relationships, he just didn't. But for Jordan, he could probably try a basic relationship - without sleeping with anyone else.

Noticing a bulge from the other, he decided to have fun with him. “Let me be the first to tell you, no, it doesn’t do that.” He said, soon making his way toward the other, sort of close to him - like, their faces were close. “Get on your knees, yeah? I wanna see how good you are with your mouth.” He whispered, his lips barely touching Jordan’s skin.

“I’m surprised.” When Andrew moved up against him, he swallowed dry. He was too close - too close for Jordan to avoid trying something. “You don’t tell me what to do,” he responded in a monotone. Although his words sounded like something you’d say to egg someone on, he wasn't lying. He was never really submissive, and when he was, it was just in real life situations. 

“Because I’m actually letting you suck me off?” He questioned the other, just needing a further answer. Andrew wanted to laugh, he really did. No one spoke to him in that manner and it wasn’t going to start now. “Hm, because you’re twenty one years old, you think it’s okay to speak to me like that? No.” He said softly, his hands just lingering on the others sides, just letting the other have a feel of what was going on. “I may be twenty, but trust me, I’m a lot more mature than that.”

Looking at Andrew move away with a fucking wink and everything, Jordan was winded. He wasn’t even doing anything but he just was. The other’s back did look good to him as well, and he was surprised once again since he was still hard. “I’ll deal with it later,” he muttered to himself, glancing down.

Of course, in Andrew’s book, he just loved to see others weak for him. He loved to see people follow him around, as if he had groupies - he was proud of that - having his own personal groupies like he was some rockstar. He was, though. He was like a rockstar who had sex plenty of times with people and smoked cigarettes - never did drugs - but partied, tons.

Had he ever went after someone? No. Since it was his roommate, he couldn’t get on his bad side. Jordan almost wanted to laugh at himself for using that whole bad side gimmick as an excuse. Really, he was just into him. Yeah, he’d definitely go after him. He planned on making it the last time, though, so he told himself it was okay.

One thing about Andrew; he didn’t like being chased. If someone chased him, he’d run away. He hated playing games with people - well, if he made an attempt to sleep with them. And god, once he did, he just didn’t call them back - real hypocritical of him. But that’s his nature.

Perhaps Jordan should’ve been thinking about the future. But, playing around won’t kill you or anything. He figured he’d be okay, and he figured Andrew would be okay as well. They wouldn’t go to jail for just playing around either.

The curly haired male didn't have any regrets, really. He messed around and he felt good, for once. That he was like this - so free and on his own, he just loved it, really. Andrew was more of the type of person to just not call someone after a few days.

Noticing a bulge from the other, he decided to have fun with him. “Let me be the first to tell you, no, it doesn’t do that.” He said, soon making his way toward the other, sort of close to him - like, their faces were close. “Get on your knees, yeah? I wanna see how good you are with your mouth.” He whispered, his lips barely touching Jordan’s skin.

“I’m surprised.” When Andrew moved up against him, he swallowed dry. He was too close - too close for Jordan to avoid trying something. “You don’t tell me what to do,” he responded in a monotone. Although his words sounded like something you’d say to egg someone on, he wasn't lying. He was never really submissive, and when he was, it was just in real life situations. 

“Because I’m actually letting you suck me off?” He questioned the other, just needing a further answer. Andrew wanted to laugh, he really did. No one spoke to him in that manner and it wasn’t going to start now. “Hm, because you’re twenty one years old, you think it’s okay to speak to me like that? No.” He said softly, his hands just lingering on the others sides, just letting the other have a feel of what was going on. “I may be twenty, but trust me, I’m a lot more mature than that.”

Looking at Andrew move away with a fucking wink and everything, Jordan was winded. He wasn’t even doing anything but he just was. The other’s back did look good to him as well, and he was surprised once again since he was still hard. “I’ll deal with it later,” he muttered to himself, glancing down.

Of course, in Andrew’s book, he just loved to see others weak for him. He loved to see people follow him around, as if he had groupies - he was proud of that - having his own personal groupies like he was some rockstar. He was, though. He was like a rockstar who had sex plenty of times with people and smoked cigarettes - never did drugs - but partied, tons.

Had he ever went after someone? No. Since it was his roommate, he couldn’t get on his bad side. Jordan almost wanted to laugh at himself for using that whole bad side gimmick as an excuse. Really, he was just into him. Yeah, he’d definitely go after him. He planned on making it the last time, though, so he told himself it was okay.

One thing about Andrew; he didn't like being chased. If someone chased him, he'd run away. He hated playing games with people - well, if he made an attempt to sleep with them. And god, once he did, he just didn't call them back - real hypocritical of him. But that's his nature.

Noticing a bulge from the other, he decided to have fun with him. “Let me be the first to tell you, no, it doesn’t do that.” He said, soon making his way toward the other, sort of close to him - like, their faces were close. “Get on your knees, yeah? I wanna see how good you are with your mouth.” He whispered, his lips barely touching Jordan’s skin.

“I’m surprised.” When Andrew moved up against him, he swallowed dry. He was too close - too close for Jordan to avoid trying something. “You don’t tell me what to do,” he responded in a monotone. Although his words sounded like something you’d say to egg someone on, he wasn't lying. He was never really submissive, and when he was, it was just in real life situations. 

“Because I’m actually letting you suck me off?” He questioned the other, just needing a further answer. Andrew wanted to laugh, he really did. No one spoke to him in that manner and it wasn’t going to start now. “Hm, because you’re twenty one years old, you think it’s okay to speak to me like that? No.” He said softly, his hands just lingering on the others sides, just letting the other have a feel of what was going on. “I may be twenty, but trust me, I’m a lot more mature than that.”

Looking at Andrew move away with a fucking wink and everything, Jordan was winded. He wasn’t even doing anything but he just was. The other’s back did look good to him as well, and he was surprised once again since he was still hard. “I’ll deal with it later,” he muttered to himself, glancing down.

Of course, in Andrew's book, he just loved to see others weak for him. He loved to see people follow him around, as if he had groupies - he was proud of that - having his own personal groupies like he was some rockstar. He was, though. He was like a rockstar who had sex plenty of times with people and smoked cigarettes - never did drugs - but partied, tons.

Noticing a bulge from the other, he decided to have fun with him. “Let me be the first to tell you, no, it doesn’t do that.” He said, soon making his way toward the other, sort of close to him - like, their faces were close. “Get on your knees, yeah? I wanna see how good you are with your mouth.” He whispered, his lips barely touching Jordan’s skin.

“I’m surprised.” When Andrew moved up against him, he swallowed dry. He was too close - too close for Jordan to avoid trying something. “You don’t tell me what to do,” he responded in a monotone. Although his words sounded like something you’d say to egg someone on, he wasn't lying. He was never really submissive, and when he was, it was just in real life situations. 

"Because I'm actually letting you suck me off?" He questioned the other, just needing a further answer. Andrew wanted to laugh, he really did. No one spoke to him in that manner and it wasn't going to start now. "Hm, because you're twenty one years old, you think it's okay to speak to me like that? No." He said softly, his hands just lingering on the others sides, just letting the other have a feel of what was going on. "I may be twenty, but trust me, I'm a lot more mature than that."

It was his first time having a roommate, so he had to pretend to be nice and civil, just in case the person was hot. Not that he planned to sleep with them - maybe he did, but who cared? No one did, that’s right. No one cared about anyone’s actions and that was good enough. Andrew had doubts, though. If his roommate was a complete asshole who’d get into arguments with him everyday over stupid ass shit. He hoped he didn’t get one like that, because if he did, he was screwed.

Andrew was propped up on his bed, texting and listening to music, when he heard a male’s voice - which was great - because he could hit on the person and to see what would go on between the two. Turning to see the other, the curly haired male put his phone on his lap, grinning a bit. “And hello, roomie.” His voice was so smooth yet so deep, he wanted to impress the other, just so he could have a chance to bed with him.

Jordan actually wasn’t leaving anything behind. Some kind of foreign lover? No. A job? No. A life? Possibly. He wasn’t even sure about what he wanted to do. He had approximately two years to decide. He obviously didn’t take advantage of shit in high school besides getting great grades, but hell, he was a lower middle class guy living in New York about two days ago. Viewing his life, he felt like he was merely passing by. There was no heart stopping talent and he was pretty boring in his mind. 

Considering the living situation, Jordan knew he had absolutely no reason to bitch at his roommate. He’d do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, since it didn’t bug him. It was whatever - it was a part of life. He was so calm that he’d be totally okay with any bullshit that came up as long as somebody wasn’t trying to set his clothes on fire. Then, he’d have a problem.

He was also the one to wear ugly brown boots, but he really didn’t care about that. He really didn’t care about anything, well, besides sleeping around and whatnot. Andrew was the person to just be casual and have a big, bad attitude while he kept his walls up because he also didn’t want to get hurt and experience something as bad as falling in love.

“Twenty’s cute, it’s your prime time,” he assured. Not that twenty was his personal prime time, because he should’ve been relaxing and doing who knows what for a while already. He took the other’s hand and shook it firmly, trying to be as cordial as possible. “We’re also doing last names here?” he began. “Well, Alsteen is mine.” Jordan wasn’t sure where the hell his teasing nature came from. However, he hoped it’d spark a pretty good first impression. 

“And how old are you? Twenty-two?” He asked, his brow raised at the other, fully interested in his age. Of course, he didn’t want a pedophile living with him. God know what he could do when he was gone. Go through his things, become his new stalker - which has happened before -, or just simply annoy the shit out of him. Shaking the others hand in return, he exchanged a light smile, soon pulling his hand back, sliding it in his pocket. “Alsteen? Sounds weird.” He questioned it, for a minute but then didn’t really care. Honestly, he just wanted to sleep with this guy.

He laughed, shaking his head briefly. “Gosh, is the facial hair that bad?” He contemplated if looking older was a good thing or a bad thing. If he wasn’t shy at first, he’d probably ask the other. However, casually asking good looking people you met a while ago if looking older makes you, yourself hot, is strange. “It’s not weird! What’s weird is how tight your jeans are, sir,” he argued. Thinking of the mediocre comeback, he somehow forgave himself because it was in the heat of the moment. 

Nodding his head, he chuckled lightly, sort of liking how older the male was. “So you are older than I am. In this case, how old, exactly?” He raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, wanting to know his real age instead of getting it later. “I wear skinny jeans, kind sir.” He said, so calmly, as he glared at the other, soon looking down at his favorite skinny jeans, the ones that always made his ass look so much more better and the ones that would always get him laid.

He wasn’t that much older than the other, but he knew that he could have an advantage over him with even a year.  Arguing over the remote? He could simply come back with ‘I’m older.’ “Like, a year?” Jordan replied, letting out a quiet giggle. Yes, a giggle, because it wasn’t that funny. “They’re too tight. Can you even breathe?” He wasn’t exaggerating, either. Jeans that tight probably weren’t even healthy for him, at least in his book. 

Hearing the other, he gave a small smile, sort of proud of himself to come across someone as.. handsome as the other was. “You’re twenty one?” He asked, somewhat impressed. Not that he didn’t meet and/or fuck anyone that was older than he was - fact about Andrew - he came across a sugar daddy and didn’t want it, at all. But, he would definitely want Jordan to be his, any day. “Obviously.” He rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his messy mop of curls, just eyeing the other, wanting to know so many things.

“Yeah. I’m old as hell. I can drink alcohol legally and everything,” he bragged, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Truth was, he wasn’t really an alcohol person, but anything to impress Andrew. “Not talking about you, sir. Talking about your unmentionables.” Unmentionables was such a dumb fucking term, but he wasn’t going to come at him with “your dick.” Now that was uncivil. 

“What a surprise.” He said, so blatantly, knowing that he, himself, drank - illegally. He was only twenty and he drank people under the table. Laughing softly at whatever Jordan said, he looked at the other, unfazed. “You mean my dick? What’s so wrong with it?” He questioned, with an eyebrow raised, wanting to know what was wrong with it. Sure, maybe, just maybe, it showed an outline of his dick, but still.

He sensed the lack of enthusiasm in his voice, rolling his eyes. He knew the other probably already went to the end of the planet for alcohol and other shit he didn’t know about, and it was pretty intriguing. “Yes, your dick,” he replied, putting an emphasis on his last word while his eyes moved down to exactly what he was talking about. On other occasions, he’d said stuff that had given him up immediately, but what he did took the cake. It was way too obvious to put in words and explain accurately. “Well, it kinda needs to breathe… how’s it doing in there?” 

He gave a soft laugh, his fingers running through his curls. “It’s my dick, why are you asking?” He asked, arching his brow, soon tilting his head. Andrew just checked out Jordan, soon looking back at him instead of thinking about them fucking 24/7. “Do you want to blow me or something?” He questioned, wanting to know an answer. For one, Jordan was way too curious about his dick in his skinny jeans and he wanted to know why.

And then he felt the boner that was coming on, and he was blaming everything in his dear life for it. “Because someone recommended skinny jeans to me and I wanted to see if my dick would asphyxiate.” Jordan was then a little appalled because of his simple question, but was it really that big of a deal? “That could work,” he added. His statement came out as more of an agreement rather than a joke as he intended. 

Noticing a bulge from the other, he decided to have fun with him. "Let me be the first to tell you, no, it doesn't do that." He said, soon making his way toward the other, sort of close to him - like, their faces were close. "Get on your knees, yeah? I wanna see how good you are with your mouth." He whispered, his lips barely touching Jordan's skin.

It was his first time having a roommate, so he had to pretend to be nice and civil, just in case the person was hot. Not that he planned to sleep with them - maybe he did, but who cared? No one did, that’s right. No one cared about anyone’s actions and that was good enough. Andrew had doubts, though. If his roommate was a complete asshole who’d get into arguments with him everyday over stupid ass shit. He hoped he didn’t get one like that, because if he did, he was screwed.

Andrew was propped up on his bed, texting and listening to music, when he heard a male’s voice - which was great - because he could hit on the person and to see what would go on between the two. Turning to see the other, the curly haired male put his phone on his lap, grinning a bit. “And hello, roomie.” His voice was so smooth yet so deep, he wanted to impress the other, just so he could have a chance to bed with him.

Jordan actually wasn’t leaving anything behind. Some kind of foreign lover? No. A job? No. A life? Possibly. He wasn’t even sure about what he wanted to do. He had approximately two years to decide. He obviously didn’t take advantage of shit in high school besides getting great grades, but hell, he was a lower middle class guy living in New York about two days ago. Viewing his life, he felt like he was merely passing by. There was no heart stopping talent and he was pretty boring in his mind. 

Considering the living situation, Jordan knew he had absolutely no reason to bitch at his roommate. He’d do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, since it didn’t bug him. It was whatever - it was a part of life. He was so calm that he’d be totally okay with any bullshit that came up as long as somebody wasn’t trying to set his clothes on fire. Then, he’d have a problem.

He was also the one to wear ugly brown boots, but he really didn’t care about that. He really didn’t care about anything, well, besides sleeping around and whatnot. Andrew was the person to just be casual and have a big, bad attitude while he kept his walls up because he also didn’t want to get hurt and experience something as bad as falling in love.

“Twenty’s cute, it’s your prime time,” he assured. Not that twenty was his personal prime time, because he should’ve been relaxing and doing who knows what for a while already. He took the other’s hand and shook it firmly, trying to be as cordial as possible. “We’re also doing last names here?” he began. “Well, Alsteen is mine.” Jordan wasn’t sure where the hell his teasing nature came from. However, he hoped it’d spark a pretty good first impression. 

“And how old are you? Twenty-two?” He asked, his brow raised at the other, fully interested in his age. Of course, he didn’t want a pedophile living with him. God know what he could do when he was gone. Go through his things, become his new stalker - which has happened before -, or just simply annoy the shit out of him. Shaking the others hand in return, he exchanged a light smile, soon pulling his hand back, sliding it in his pocket. “Alsteen? Sounds weird.” He questioned it, for a minute but then didn’t really care. Honestly, he just wanted to sleep with this guy.

He laughed, shaking his head briefly. “Gosh, is the facial hair that bad?” He contemplated if looking older was a good thing or a bad thing. If he wasn’t shy at first, he’d probably ask the other. However, casually asking good looking people you met a while ago if looking older makes you, yourself hot, is strange. “It’s not weird! What’s weird is how tight your jeans are, sir,” he argued. Thinking of the mediocre comeback, he somehow forgave himself because it was in the heat of the moment. 

Nodding his head, he chuckled lightly, sort of liking how older the male was. “So you are older than I am. In this case, how old, exactly?” He raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, wanting to know his real age instead of getting it later. “I wear skinny jeans, kind sir.” He said, so calmly, as he glared at the other, soon looking down at his favorite skinny jeans, the ones that always made his ass look so much more better and the ones that would always get him laid.

He wasn’t that much older than the other, but he knew that he could have an advantage over him with even a year.  Arguing over the remote? He could simply come back with ‘I’m older.’ “Like, a year?” Jordan replied, letting out a quiet giggle. Yes, a giggle, because it wasn’t that funny. “They’re too tight. Can you even breathe?” He wasn’t exaggerating, either. Jeans that tight probably weren’t even healthy for him, at least in his book. 

Hearing the other, he gave a small smile, sort of proud of himself to come across someone as.. handsome as the other was. “You’re twenty one?” He asked, somewhat impressed. Not that he didn’t meet and/or fuck anyone that was older than he was - fact about Andrew - he came across a sugar daddy and didn’t want it, at all. But, he would definitely want Jordan to be his, any day. “Obviously.” He rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his messy mop of curls, just eyeing the other, wanting to know so many things.

“Yeah. I’m old as hell. I can drink alcohol legally and everything,” he bragged, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Truth was, he wasn’t really an alcohol person, but anything to impress Andrew. “Not talking about you, sir. Talking about your unmentionables.” Unmentionables was such a dumb fucking term, but he wasn’t going to come at him with “your dick.” Now that was uncivil. 

“What a surprise.” He said, so blatantly, knowing that he, himself, drank - illegally. He was only twenty and he drank people under the table. Laughing softly at whatever Jordan said, he looked at the other, unfazed. “You mean my dick? What’s so wrong with it?” He questioned, with an eyebrow raised, wanting to know what was wrong with it. Sure, maybe, just maybe, it showed an outline of his dick, but still.

He sensed the lack of enthusiasm in his voice, rolling his eyes. He knew the other probably already went to the end of the planet for alcohol and other shit he didn’t know about, and it was pretty intriguing. “Yes, your dick,” he replied, putting an emphasis on his last word while his eyes moved down to exactly what he was talking about. On other occasions, he’d said stuff that had given him up immediately, but what he did took the cake. It was way too obvious to put in words and explain accurately. “Well, it kinda needs to breathe… how’s it doing in there?” 

He gave a soft laugh, his fingers running through his curls. "It's my dick, why are you asking?" He asked, arching his brow, soon tilting his head. Andrew just checked out Jordan, soon looking back at him instead of thinking about them fucking 24/7. "Do you want to blow me or something?" He questioned, wanting to know an answer. For one, Jordan was way too curious about his dick in his skinny jeans and he wanted to know why.

It was his first time having a roommate, so he had to pretend to be nice and civil, just in case the person was hot. Not that he planned to sleep with them - maybe he did, but who cared? No one did, that’s right. No one cared about anyone’s actions and that was good enough. Andrew had doubts, though. If his roommate was a complete asshole who’d get into arguments with him everyday over stupid ass shit. He hoped he didn’t get one like that, because if he did, he was screwed.

Andrew was propped up on his bed, texting and listening to music, when he heard a male’s voice - which was great - because he could hit on the person and to see what would go on between the two. Turning to see the other, the curly haired male put his phone on his lap, grinning a bit. “And hello, roomie.” His voice was so smooth yet so deep, he wanted to impress the other, just so he could have a chance to bed with him.

Jordan actually wasn’t leaving anything behind. Some kind of foreign lover? No. A job? No. A life? Possibly. He wasn’t even sure about what he wanted to do. He had approximately two years to decide. He obviously didn’t take advantage of shit in high school besides getting great grades, but hell, he was a lower middle class guy living in New York about two days ago. Viewing his life, he felt like he was merely passing by. There was no heart stopping talent and he was pretty boring in his mind. 

Considering the living situation, Jordan knew he had absolutely no reason to bitch at his roommate. He’d do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, since it didn’t bug him. It was whatever - it was a part of life. He was so calm that he’d be totally okay with any bullshit that came up as long as somebody wasn’t trying to set his clothes on fire. Then, he’d have a problem.

He was also the one to wear ugly brown boots, but he really didn’t care about that. He really didn’t care about anything, well, besides sleeping around and whatnot. Andrew was the person to just be casual and have a big, bad attitude while he kept his walls up because he also didn’t want to get hurt and experience something as bad as falling in love.

“Twenty’s cute, it’s your prime time,” he assured. Not that twenty was his personal prime time, because he should’ve been relaxing and doing who knows what for a while already. He took the other’s hand and shook it firmly, trying to be as cordial as possible. “We’re also doing last names here?” he began. “Well, Alsteen is mine.” Jordan wasn’t sure where the hell his teasing nature came from. However, he hoped it’d spark a pretty good first impression. 

“And how old are you? Twenty-two?” He asked, his brow raised at the other, fully interested in his age. Of course, he didn’t want a pedophile living with him. God know what he could do when he was gone. Go through his things, become his new stalker - which has happened before -, or just simply annoy the shit out of him. Shaking the others hand in return, he exchanged a light smile, soon pulling his hand back, sliding it in his pocket. “Alsteen? Sounds weird.” He questioned it, for a minute but then didn’t really care. Honestly, he just wanted to sleep with this guy.

He laughed, shaking his head briefly. “Gosh, is the facial hair that bad?” He contemplated if looking older was a good thing or a bad thing. If he wasn’t shy at first, he’d probably ask the other. However, casually asking good looking people you met a while ago if looking older makes you, yourself hot, is strange. “It’s not weird! What’s weird is how tight your jeans are, sir,” he argued. Thinking of the mediocre comeback, he somehow forgave himself because it was in the heat of the moment. 

Nodding his head, he chuckled lightly, sort of liking how older the male was. “So you are older than I am. In this case, how old, exactly?” He raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, wanting to know his real age instead of getting it later. “I wear skinny jeans, kind sir.” He said, so calmly, as he glared at the other, soon looking down at his favorite skinny jeans, the ones that always made his ass look so much more better and the ones that would always get him laid.

He wasn’t that much older than the other, but he knew that he could have an advantage over him with even a year.  Arguing over the remote? He could simply come back with ‘I’m older.’ “Like, a year?” Jordan replied, letting out a quiet giggle. Yes, a giggle, because it wasn’t that funny. “They’re too tight. Can you even breathe?” He wasn’t exaggerating, either. Jeans that tight probably weren’t even healthy for him, at least in his book. 

Hearing the other, he gave a small smile, sort of proud of himself to come across someone as.. handsome as the other was. “You’re twenty one?” He asked, somewhat impressed. Not that he didn’t meet and/or fuck anyone that was older than he was - fact about Andrew - he came across a sugar daddy and didn’t want it, at all. But, he would definitely want Jordan to be his, any day. “Obviously.” He rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his messy mop of curls, just eyeing the other, wanting to know so many things.

“Yeah. I’m old as hell. I can drink alcohol legally and everything,” he bragged, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Truth was, he wasn’t really an alcohol person, but anything to impress Andrew. “Not talking about you, sir. Talking about your unmentionables.” Unmentionables was such a dumb fucking term, but he wasn’t going to come at him with “your dick.” Now that was uncivil. 

"What a surprise." He said, so blatantly, knowing that he, himself, drank - illegally. He was only twenty and he drank people under the table. Laughing softly at whatever Jordan said, he looked at the other, unfazed. "You mean my dick? What's so wrong with it?" He questioned, with an eyebrow raised, wanting to know what was wrong with it. Sure, maybe, just maybe, it showed an outline of his dick, but still.

It was his first time having a roommate, so he had to pretend to be nice and civil, just in case the person was hot. Not that he planned to sleep with them - maybe he did, but who cared? No one did, that’s right. No one cared about anyone’s actions and that was good enough. Andrew had doubts, though. If his roommate was a complete asshole who’d get into arguments with him everyday over stupid ass shit. He hoped he didn’t get one like that, because if he did, he was screwed.

Andrew was propped up on his bed, texting and listening to music, when he heard a male’s voice - which was great - because he could hit on the person and to see what would go on between the two. Turning to see the other, the curly haired male put his phone on his lap, grinning a bit. “And hello, roomie.” His voice was so smooth yet so deep, he wanted to impress the other, just so he could have a chance to bed with him.

Jordan actually wasn’t leaving anything behind. Some kind of foreign lover? No. A job? No. A life? Possibly. He wasn’t even sure about what he wanted to do. He had approximately two years to decide. He obviously didn’t take advantage of shit in high school besides getting great grades, but hell, he was a lower middle class guy living in New York about two days ago. Viewing his life, he felt like he was merely passing by. There was no heart stopping talent and he was pretty boring in his mind. 

Considering the living situation, Jordan knew he had absolutely no reason to bitch at his roommate. He’d do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, since it didn’t bug him. It was whatever - it was a part of life. He was so calm that he’d be totally okay with any bullshit that came up as long as somebody wasn’t trying to set his clothes on fire. Then, he’d have a problem.

He was also the one to wear ugly brown boots, but he really didn’t care about that. He really didn’t care about anything, well, besides sleeping around and whatnot. Andrew was the person to just be casual and have a big, bad attitude while he kept his walls up because he also didn’t want to get hurt and experience something as bad as falling in love.

“Twenty’s cute, it’s your prime time,” he assured. Not that twenty was his personal prime time, because he should’ve been relaxing and doing who knows what for a while already. He took the other’s hand and shook it firmly, trying to be as cordial as possible. “We’re also doing last names here?” he began. “Well, Alsteen is mine.” Jordan wasn’t sure where the hell his teasing nature came from. However, he hoped it’d spark a pretty good first impression. 

“And how old are you? Twenty-two?” He asked, his brow raised at the other, fully interested in his age. Of course, he didn’t want a pedophile living with him. God know what he could do when he was gone. Go through his things, become his new stalker - which has happened before -, or just simply annoy the shit out of him. Shaking the others hand in return, he exchanged a light smile, soon pulling his hand back, sliding it in his pocket. “Alsteen? Sounds weird.” He questioned it, for a minute but then didn’t really care. Honestly, he just wanted to sleep with this guy.

He laughed, shaking his head briefly. “Gosh, is the facial hair that bad?” He contemplated if looking older was a good thing or a bad thing. If he wasn’t shy at first, he’d probably ask the other. However, casually asking good looking people you met a while ago if looking older makes you, yourself hot, is strange. “It’s not weird! What’s weird is how tight your jeans are, sir,” he argued. Thinking of the mediocre comeback, he somehow forgave himself because it was in the heat of the moment. 

Nodding his head, he chuckled lightly, sort of liking how older the male was. “So you are older than I am. In this case, how old, exactly?” He raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, wanting to know his real age instead of getting it later. “I wear skinny jeans, kind sir.” He said, so calmly, as he glared at the other, soon looking down at his favorite skinny jeans, the ones that always made his ass look so much more better and the ones that would always get him laid.

He wasn’t that much older than the other, but he knew that he could have an advantage over him with even a year.  Arguing over the remote? He could simply come back with ‘I’m older.’ “Like, a year?” Jordan replied, letting out a quiet giggle. Yes, a giggle, because it wasn’t that funny. “They’re too tight. Can you even breathe?” He wasn’t exaggerating, either. Jeans that tight probably weren’t even healthy for him, at least in his book. 

Hearing the other, he gave a small smile, sort of proud of himself to come across someone as.. handsome as the other was. "You're twenty one?" He asked, somewhat impressed. Not that he didn't meet and/or fuck anyone that was older than he was - fact about Andrew - he came across a sugar daddy and didn't want it, at all. But, he would definitely want Jordan to be his, any day. "Obviously." He rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his messy mop of curls, just eyeing the other, wanting to know so many things.

It was his first time having a roommate, so he had to pretend to be nice and civil, just in case the person was hot. Not that he planned to sleep with them - maybe he did, but who cared? No one did, that’s right. No one cared about anyone’s actions and that was good enough. Andrew had doubts, though. If his roommate was a complete asshole who’d get into arguments with him everyday over stupid ass shit. He hoped he didn’t get one like that, because if he did, he was screwed.

Andrew was propped up on his bed, texting and listening to music, when he heard a male’s voice - which was great - because he could hit on the person and to see what would go on between the two. Turning to see the other, the curly haired male put his phone on his lap, grinning a bit. “And hello, roomie.” His voice was so smooth yet so deep, he wanted to impress the other, just so he could have a chance to bed with him.

Jordan actually wasn’t leaving anything behind. Some kind of foreign lover? No. A job? No. A life? Possibly. He wasn’t even sure about what he wanted to do. He had approximately two years to decide. He obviously didn’t take advantage of shit in high school besides getting great grades, but hell, he was a lower middle class guy living in New York about two days ago. Viewing his life, he felt like he was merely passing by. There was no heart stopping talent and he was pretty boring in his mind. 

Considering the living situation, Jordan knew he had absolutely no reason to bitch at his roommate. He’d do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, since it didn’t bug him. It was whatever - it was a part of life. He was so calm that he’d be totally okay with any bullshit that came up as long as somebody wasn’t trying to set his clothes on fire. Then, he’d have a problem.

He was also the one to wear ugly brown boots, but he really didn’t care about that. He really didn’t care about anything, well, besides sleeping around and whatnot. Andrew was the person to just be casual and have a big, bad attitude while he kept his walls up because he also didn’t want to get hurt and experience something as bad as falling in love.

“Twenty’s cute, it’s your prime time,” he assured. Not that twenty was his personal prime time, because he should’ve been relaxing and doing who knows what for a while already. He took the other’s hand and shook it firmly, trying to be as cordial as possible. “We’re also doing last names here?” he began. “Well, Alsteen is mine.” Jordan wasn’t sure where the hell his teasing nature came from. However, he hoped it’d spark a pretty good first impression. 

“And how old are you? Twenty-two?” He asked, his brow raised at the other, fully interested in his age. Of course, he didn’t want a pedophile living with him. God know what he could do when he was gone. Go through his things, become his new stalker - which has happened before -, or just simply annoy the shit out of him. Shaking the others hand in return, he exchanged a light smile, soon pulling his hand back, sliding it in his pocket. “Alsteen? Sounds weird.” He questioned it, for a minute but then didn’t really care. Honestly, he just wanted to sleep with this guy.

He laughed, shaking his head briefly. “Gosh, is the facial hair that bad?” He contemplated if looking older was a good thing or a bad thing. If he wasn’t shy at first, he’d probably ask the other. However, casually asking good looking people you met a while ago if looking older makes you, yourself hot, is strange. “It’s not weird! What’s weird is how tight your jeans are, sir,” he argued. Thinking of the mediocre comeback, he somehow forgave himself because it was in the heat of the moment. 

Nodding his head, he chuckled lightly, sort of liking how older the male was. "So you are older than I am. In this case, how old, exactly?" He raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, wanting to know his real age instead of getting it later. "I wear skinny jeans, kind sir." He said, so calmly, as he glared at the other, soon looking down at his favorite skinny jeans, the ones that always made his ass look so much more better and the ones that would always get him laid.

It was his first time having a roommate, so he had to pretend to be nice and civil, just in case the person was hot. Not that he planned to sleep with them - maybe he did, but who cared? No one did, that’s right. No one cared about anyone’s actions and that was good enough. Andrew had doubts, though. If his roommate was a complete asshole who’d get into arguments with him everyday over stupid ass shit. He hoped he didn’t get one like that, because if he did, he was screwed.

Andrew was propped up on his bed, texting and listening to music, when he heard a male’s voice - which was great - because he could hit on the person and to see what would go on between the two. Turning to see the other, the curly haired male put his phone on his lap, grinning a bit. “And hello, roomie.” His voice was so smooth yet so deep, he wanted to impress the other, just so he could have a chance to bed with him.

Jordan actually wasn’t leaving anything behind. Some kind of foreign lover? No. A job? No. A life? Possibly. He wasn’t even sure about what he wanted to do. He had approximately two years to decide. He obviously didn’t take advantage of shit in high school besides getting great grades, but hell, he was a lower middle class guy living in New York about two days ago. Viewing his life, he felt like he was merely passing by. There was no heart stopping talent and he was pretty boring in his mind. 

Considering the living situation, Jordan knew he had absolutely no reason to bitch at his roommate. He’d do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, since it didn’t bug him. It was whatever - it was a part of life. He was so calm that he’d be totally okay with any bullshit that came up as long as somebody wasn’t trying to set his clothes on fire. Then, he’d have a problem.

He was also the one to wear ugly brown boots, but he really didn’t care about that. He really didn’t care about anything, well, besides sleeping around and whatnot. Andrew was the person to just be casual and have a big, bad attitude while he kept his walls up because he also didn’t want to get hurt and experience something as bad as falling in love.

“Twenty’s cute, it’s your prime time,” he assured. Not that twenty was his personal prime time, because he should’ve been relaxing and doing who knows what for a while already. He took the other’s hand and shook it firmly, trying to be as cordial as possible. “We’re also doing last names here?” he began. “Well, Alsteen is mine.” Jordan wasn’t sure where the hell his teasing nature came from. However, he hoped it’d spark a pretty good first impression. 

"And how old are you? Twenty-two?" He asked, his brow raised at the other, fully interested in his age. Of course, he didn't want a pedophile living with him. God know what he could do when he was gone. Go through his things, become his new stalker - which has happened before -, or just simply annoy the shit out of him. Shaking the others hand in return, he exchanged a light smile, soon pulling his hand back, sliding it in his pocket. "Alsteen? Sounds weird." He questioned it, for a minute but then didn't really care. Honestly, he just wanted to sleep with this guy.

He had decided to get a roommate after realizing simply living in Oahu was expensive as hell. It was a good option, since it wouldn’t harm him. The worst case scenario would be having to live with an absolute dick, which he felt like he could tolerate. Potentially. He’d dealt with a fair share of idiots who talked out of their ass most of the time, and he felt like this time wouldn’t be any different.  He’d just have to go in with a clear mind and a positive mindset, and he’d be okay. Besides, roommates aren’t permanent.

It was his first time having a roommate, so he had to pretend to be nice and civil, just in case the person was hot. Not that he planned to sleep with them - maybe he did, but who cared? No one did, that’s right. No one cared about anyone’s actions and that was good enough. Andrew had doubts, though. If his roommate was a complete asshole who’d get into arguments with him everyday over stupid ass shit. He hoped he didn’t get one like that, because if he did, he was screwed.

Considering the living situation, Jordan knew he had absolutely no reason to bitch at his roommate. He’d do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, since it didn’t bug him. It was whatever - it was a part of life. He was so calm that he’d be totally okay with any bullshit that came up as long as somebody wasn’t trying to set his clothes on fire. Then, he’d have a problem.

He was also the one to wear ugly brown boots, but he really didn't care about that. He really didn't care about anything, well, besides sleeping around and whatnot. Andrew was the person to just be casual and have a big, bad attitude while he kept his walls up because he also didn't want to get hurt and experience something as bad as falling in love.

Now in college, Andrew hopes to actually get credit for his work and not let anyone do it for him. As he arrived, he got everything for his room - oh, the room by the beach, in case anyone was wondering. Yes, he was picky, which caused an uproar, but he didn’t care. He was Andrew fucking Montellano and he didn’t give a flying fuck about anyone except for himself. Using the key to open the room door, he sighed in relief, entering the room - which was numbered 326 - and called dibs on one side of the room, knowing that his roommate would come along sooner or later.

He had decided to get a roommate after realizing simply living in Oahu was expensive as hell. It was a good option, since it wouldn’t harm him. The worst case scenario would be having to live with an absolute dick, which he felt like he could tolerate. Potentially. He’d dealt with a fair share of idiots who talked out of their ass most of the time, and he felt like this time wouldn’t be any different.  He’d just have to go in with a clear mind and a positive mindset, and he’d be okay. Besides, roommates aren’t permanent.

It was his first time having a roommate, so he had to pretend to be nice and civil, just in case the person was hot. Not that he planned to sleep with them - maybe he did, but who cared? No one did, that's right. No one cared about anyone's actions and that was good enough. Andrew had doubts, though. If his roommate was a complete asshole who'd get into arguments with him everyday over stupid ass shit. He hoped he didn't get one like that, because if he did, he was screwed.