Bright Eyes

One of his hands gripped the duvet as he gasped, back arching further than what was comfortable. 

He hated how excited he felt when Roman shifted them, cock now pressed against his backside. Feeling like he was coming out of a haze, he blinked away some of the fog. Aspen let out a sound of irritation, both hands clawing his bedspread now as he pushed back. He was already going to feel humiliated enough tomorrow when he woke up. He would not beg. 

His hands flew out to catch himself before he face planted into the mattress where Roman had shoved him. Nervous tension pooled in his belly as he stilled, unsure of what Roman was doing behind him but hearing shifting fabric and the warmth of the other’s body as he hovered above. 

Something akin to a squeak came from the blonde, much to his chagrin. Cold lube and the unexpected intrusion had given him a shock. He whipped his head around to shoot daggers at Roman with his eyes, knowing it had been done just to fuck with him.

“Fucking asshole,” He barked, voice shaky. Aspen turned his face away again quickly, afraid he might be blushing-- heaven forbid. His hips shifted slightly, eager for more and the fact that he’d held back any moans was a testament to his willpower. Oh god did he want to get fucked. 

“You use that or I am going to kill you,” Aspen threatened with all seriousness to his voice, gripping Roman’s chin tightly between his thumb and index finger. His eyes blazed, heated from his desire and his anger. He let his hand travel down to squeeze Roman’s throat, maybe as a warning or maybe because he hadn’t forgotten what this did to the other. Aspen pressed forward to stand further in Roman’s space, chest to chest, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he flexed it, frustrated that he was put in this position (pun intended) but wouldn’t call it quits just because he felt like his pride was going to be bruised for it later. Instead of putting up anymore of a fuss, he leaned forward to close the gap between their mouths and kissed Roman-- almost sweetly.

Releasing the hold he had on Roman’s throat, he pushed the last of his own clothing down his hips and kicked them off to the side.

Aspen stopped himself only to consider what Roman was saying. He was torn. Aspen desperately wanted to get off and was outrageously turned on by Roman but even as tipsy as he still felt, he was a little hesitant to just enthusiastically bottom to Roman of all people. His inner monologue over the conflict lasted all of five seconds before he pushed away from his ex-roommate and crawled across the bed to rifle through the nightstand on the other side. Fuck it, you only live once.

A small tube was retrieved and he glared as he tossed it towards Roman’s chest, turning to return to where Roman knelt.

Without replying to Roman, opting to just roll his eyes as a response, he flicked his tongue out over the head pressing against his mouth. Aspen smirked at the amount of precum and popped his mouth open, taking the shaft halfway as he sucked and swirled his tongue. He wasn’t going to bother with teasing, as eager as he was to get to the main course. Slow wasn’t something Roman probably did anyway.

He “hmm’d” to himself as he took the other’s cock deeper into his mouth, his own hand traveling south to stroke himself through the last bit of clothing he was wearing. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him; he’d wanted his mouth all over Roman since they’d chatted at the bar and he was getting his wish. Maybe not exactly how he’d imagined it...

Aspen stopped himself only to consider what Roman was saying. He was torn. Aspen desperately wanted to get off and was outrageously turned on by Roman but even as tipsy as he still felt, he was a little hesitant to just enthusiastically bottom to Roman of all people. His inner monologue over the conflict lasted all of five seconds before he pushed away from his ex-roommate and crawled across the bed to rifle through the nightstand on the other side. Fuck it, you only live once.

A small tube was retrieved and he glared as he tossed it towards Roman’s chest, turning to return to where Roman knelt.

“Is there a problem?” Roman’s tone snaked between a purr and a command.

Not once did he break eye contact, even as he removed his shirt completely, un-belted his jeans, and shoved Aspen onto to the bed. There was an odd air that surrounded Roman in that moment as is stood at the edge. It was less angry than every moment that had moved him prior. Almost as if he were… Admiring Asp—

“—Take your fucking pants off.”

It was a short lived moment.

Sucking it up though, Aspen tugged his own shirt off and tossed it behind him, only meeting Roman’s eyes when he started to wiggle out of his jeans and pushed them off and onto the floor. He *may* have made a bit of a show of it, taking his time to lift his hips up as the fabric uncovered the real prize. If there was any part of him to be admired it would be his legs. He ran almost every morning and biked some weekends when the weather was nice. The result were tan, lean legs and an ass you could bounce a coin off of.

Aspen hooked those legs around Roman’s waist and pulled. Now within arms reach, he leaned forward to grab the back of the raven’s neck, bringing his head down for a searing kiss.

With great reluctance, Aspen shook himself out of Roman’s grasp and gripped the other boy’s hands. He walked backwards toward his bedroom, pulling his sexy raven-haired cargo along. Upon entering the threshold, he tugged Roman closer and proceeded to begin de-clothing his guest. Chilly hands pushed underneath Roman’s shirt to remove it and the path his hands trailed over the other’s stomach and chest was followed by a few kisses.

“Holy fuck you’re…” smoking hot? Built like you could lift me with a pinky finger? This Roman was not the same skinny kid he’d known before. He wasn’t sure if he was turned on or scared. His hands kept trailing over Roman’s abs absentmindedly as he appreciated the other’s physique.

His free hand splayed out on the wall he had been so ungracefully shoved against. He tested Roman’s hold on him, pulling slightly against the hand gripping him, but Roman had become ripped over the years since they’d last seen each other and it was apparent. Aspen wasn’t weak by any means. He frequented the gym and stayed active but in terms of strength, the retired emo had him beat. 

The emotion made him straighten abruptly to regain that bit of height back and he pushed at Roman’s shoulders hard to force his back against the front door they’d just entered from. No more stupid small talk.

Right?

Aspen turned around without stepping back so that the space between them didn’t widen. Without his shoes on, he suddenly felt dwarfed, though their difference in height was fairly minimal otherwise. It took a lot of willpower not to straighten up to regain the half inch his soles had provided previously.

Aspen sat quietly for the ride, gripping his seat only whenever he felt like they were flirting with Death—which wasn’t as often as he expected. Closer to his home, he perked up, pointing out the turns and telling Roman to just park in the driveway. He jumped out of his seat, remembering to grab his phone before he exited, and walked up the path to his front door.

Keys jangled as he removed them from his pocket and unlocked the door, but he paused before pushing it open.

“Don’t pet the cat,” Aspen warned gravely. Warm air hit him as he gave the other entrance to his house. He kicked his shoes off and pushed them aside. No shoes in the house wasn’t a rule he made guests follow but he liked cleaned floors so he usually would.

“Welcome, I guess.” He gestured to the space. It occurred to him that he didn’t remember inviting Roman here, but here the other stood anyways.

“Lightweight and light weight I guess,” He joked about how easily Roman had lifted him. His new position in the air did nothing for his nausea however and he was grateful when his body hit the seat.

“If ya don’t want me to vomit you shouldn’t be swingin’ me around. I’ll pay for jack shit if you’re the one responsible.” He laid there where he’d landed for a few blissful seconds before lifting himself into a seated position.

Aspen turned his head to Roman, blinking slowly as he considered the daunting task of giving directions. Instead of answering right away he unlocked his phone and navigated to Google Maps, clicking the address labeled as Home and handing it to Roman.

He didn’t remember what he’d just said. His entire nervous system seemed to zero in on the contact between them and his inner dialogue was just the constant repetition of “what the fuck.” He took the shot robotically, standing up with Roman as if he was preprogrammed to.

“See it?” See what? He blinked, mouth slightly agape as he tried to remember what they’d been talking about. “My house?”

what the fuck what the fu--

“Sure. My house. Us. Seeing it.” Aspen followed like a fucking dog after Roman. That stupid smile but especially that stupid wink was doing unholy things to Aspen’s psyche. But the teasing remark registered, bringing him back somewhat to reality. “What are you gonna do, kill me? Or worse, make a mess...”

He stumbled, nearly having another meeting between his face and some pavement, but steadied himself by grabbing Roman’s arm.

Not really, but that seemed more likely than Roman actually being friendly toward him for an extended period of time. Where was the fighting? He was almost disappointed. 

“I moved not too long after..” They had stopped living together. He didn’t want it to seem like the end of their lease had spurred him into leaving. “It was like three years ago, I dunnoooo. Only lasted like six months.”

Aspen shrugged, planting his feet on the metal bar at perfect foot-resting level attached to the stool Roman sat on.