The text message couldn’t have come at a more opportune moment. Konah is \u201cworried\u201d about him again, which means they’re probably going to end up butting heads. Which means Roxeen will end up saying something that he’ll have to apologize for later. Sucking dick is a good excuse to avoid that confrontation altogether.<\/p>\n
It’s not that he has a problem standing up for himself. More that he has a problem knowing when to stop, and Konah is a nice guy. A good roommate. He just sometimes worries about things that don’t warrant concern.<\/p>\n
After much of a year here he knows where he can find the privacy to go down on a guy without drawing unwanted attention. Not that he really minds, but usually they<\/em> do. It’s fine by him; he’ll get down, get to business, keep his mouth shut. This time isn’t any different.<\/p>\n He’ll never love the taste of rubber, but it’s a necessary evil. Swallowing a load isn’t worth risking disease, and he’s not stupid enough to trust anyone that would text him for a quickie to be honest about being clean. Or, honestly, about testing at all. They usually think he’s being ridiculous, but it’s their choice, and just about the same to him. Cover up, he’ll earnestly enjoy sucking their cock (and probably do a better job of it than their girlfriends), refuse and they go their separate ways, no hard feelings.<\/p>\n Maybe some blue balls on their part, but that’s not his problem.<\/p>\n This time is unremarkable, no different than most of them. Some human guy he’s never really noticed around campus, with some name he’ll probably not remember, some buts as he pulls out the condom, a bit of work to get him hard enough to actually roll it on (\u201cJust fucking close your eyes and pretend I’m a girl if that’s the problem.\u201d). Listening to his tune change as Roxeen gets most of the way down his cock in one go.<\/p>\n Hands in his hair. Just a moment of discomfort as he doesn’t anticipate the guy bucking his hips and has to fight back his gag reflex. (He remembers that used to be a lot harder. Practice has evidently paid off.) That mishap aside, he genuinely enjoys this part. Both the feeling of firm flesh in his mouth, against his tongue, and the sounds the guy makes. Knowing that he\u2019s the the reason behind the grunts, the moans, the groans.<\/p>\n Eventually, they fill the rubber, he wipes stray saliva off his face, and they part ways. The guy is a little bit flustered, and he probably makes it worse by smiling like he finds it cute.<\/p>\n Really, he\u2019s just smiling because he had a good time.<\/p>\n \u201cGriffon.\u201d<\/p>\n He knows that voice, and can guess what\u2019s coming. He\u2019s barely turned around as he\u2019s shoved against the wall. Maybe it\u2019s the months of getting knocked around that saves him from knocking the back of his head into the stone. (The damn building is ancient; practically every wall is fucking stone.) The only surprise, is realizing there\u2019s only a single upperclassman standing there, not a minor crowd.<\/p>\n \u201cHello, Rolan. Enjoy the show?\u201d He smiles at the taller boy, as though he doesn\u2019t know he\u2019s in for a beating. \u201cIs that why you didn\u2019t bring your backup?\u201d<\/p>\n The half-elf scoffs, and Roxeen grunts as a fist hits him in the ribs. \u201cLike I need backup to beat your scrawny ass.\u201d<\/p>\n It takes him a moment to catch his breath and move away from the wall. Just because he\u2019s not going to fight back doesn\u2019t mean he\u2019s going to let himself get pinned where he\u2019s more likely to actually get seriously injured. \u201cOr maybe they wouldn\u2019t come. Maybe they\u2019re afraid you\u2019ll treat them the same way you treated Leon.\u201d<\/p>\n Rolan takes another swing at him, catching him in the bicep. It makes him stagger, and it\u2019s going to bruise, but he\u2019s had much worse. \u201cLike you know fuck-all about Carpenter, faggot.\u201d<\/p>\n Like it\u2019s not more about knowing Rolan. \u201cCome on, you must realize everyone<\/em> knows you did it. If it wasn\u2019t you and your lapdogs, whoever did would be half dead by now.\u201d<\/p>\n The next one gets him in the jaw, and he\u2019s glad he didn\u2019t have his mouth open. Rolan is putting more force into it, now, too. Definitely doesn\u2019t like what he\u2019s hearing. Roxeen is pretty confident Rolan won\u2019t seriously injure him on purpose; the guy\u2019s a bigot, not stupid. He knows Roxeen has no reason to keep his mouth shut if he ends up in the hospital. After all, what does he have to be afraid of? Another beating? As though he\u2019s not taking those on the regular.<\/p>\n Doing more damage than intended, that\u2019s a different matter.<\/p>\n \u201cYou taking credit or something, Griffon?\u201d<\/p>\n Okay, practically telling Rolan that beating someone else badly enough would throw off suspicion for (as rumor had it) damn near killing Leon Carpenter might not have been the smartest thing he ever did.<\/p>\n \u201cYou saying your friend couldn\u2019t take my scrawny ass without backup?\u201d<\/p>\n Rolan\u2019s face twists into a mask of distaste. \u201cCarpenter\u2019s no friend of mine.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhatever you say, tough guy.\u201d He actually manages to get out of the way of Rolan\u2019s fist this time. Not that he knows why he\u2019s bothering. He\u2019s going to come away with bruises no matter what he does. Rolan\u2019s clearly had a bad day, and Roxeen seems to be how he\u2019s chosen to let off steam. \u201cJust saying, Leon wasn\u2019t the one who came to watch me suck dick.\u201d<\/p>\n Maybe he dropped his guard a little after that miss. Maybe he just got lucky. Maybe Rolan<\/em> just gets lucky. Whatever the case, Roxeen finds himself flat on the floor so suddenly he doesn\u2019t quite know how he got there, even if it\u2019s pretty clear who the culprit is. He has almost enough time to rise onto his elbows before Rolan\u2019s boot against his hip knocks him off balance. His vision goes white for a split second as his head hits the floor. (Fuck this old castle, of course the floors are stone, too.)<\/p>\n \u201cCare to say that again, Griffon?\u201d Rolan fists the front of his shirt, pulls him to a half-seated position like he weighs nothing.<\/p>\n \u201cYou probably followed me here. Maybe you wanted <\/em>to watch.\u201d<\/p>\n It\u2019s worth the black eye, and the split lip. He isn\u2019t winding Rolan up on purpose, he really isn\u2019t, but he has to give his runaway tongue credit. That one clearly hit hard.<\/p>\n \u201cShut your smug, cocksucking mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n Roxeen grins up at the larger youth, unphased. It smarts a bit, and probably doesn\u2019t help the bleeding from his lip, but he doesn\u2019t care. Rolan can\u2019t do worse than beat him, and he\u2019s doing that already, talk or no talk. \u201cIf you wanted to know what the fuss is about, I\u2019m game. Can\u2019t talk with my mouth full.\u201d<\/p>\n The air is knocked out of his lungs as Rolan practically throws him back to the floor. Hitting his head hurts worse the second time around. He\u2019d really prefer there wasn\u2019t a third. But Rolan doesn\u2019t immediately hit or kick him, nor does he leave. Either he\u2019s shocked by Roxeen\u2019s audacity (and honestly, Roxeen is a bit surprised at himself) or some part of him is seriously considering the option.<\/p>\n Funny, he hadn\u2019t actually<\/em> thought Rolan was in the closet.<\/p>\n He takes the opportunity to get back on his feet, to take a few steps away from the brunet. \u201cAfraid you\u2019d enjoy it?\u201d He really ought to stop, to keep his mouth shut, but he\u2019s never been very good at holding his tongue.<\/p>\n \u201cHah,\u201d Rolan snorts, looking down at him like he\u2019s a lesser being. Maybe, in Rolan\u2019s mind, he is. He doesn\u2019t really care. \u201cNot a chance.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cProve it. Or are you all hot air?\u201d This is unbelievably stupid, and he knows it is. Rolan has his pride and Roxeen has his. If Rolan takes him up on his challenge, one of them is going to walk away with a bruised ego. At best. Because now that he\u2019s said he\u2019ll do it, Roxeen isn\u2019t backing out.<\/p>\n This time he sees the taller teen advancing. Sees the dangerous glint in his eyes that says Roxeen is in for a world of hurt. He backs up, keeps backing up, with Rolan following, until he feels cold stone against his back. Fuck. He\u2019s been here enough times he should have known the corner was there. This was not part of his plan; not even with his plan mostly consisting of winging it so far.<\/p>\n Rolan punches and shoves more than he kicks. Roxeen doesn\u2019t have the mass to absorb most of the hits, especially not without room to move, so he gets knocked back into the wall by the force. At least there\u2019s only one of Rolan, so he can see every swing coming. It\u2019s a slight improvement over the way they usually meet.<\/p>\n A fist to his midsection folds him over like a piece of paper, gasping for air. Rolan doesn\u2019t push the advantage. Roxeen isn\u2019t fighting back, after all. He never does. As he catches his breath, the blond starts to straighten back up, meets the taller boy\u2019s eyes. \u201cDare you. Ten minutes. Tops.\u201d<\/p>\n It\u2019s even stupider than throwing the challenge out in the first place. He has no idea what Rolan\u2019s usual performance is like.<\/em> It\u2019s not even like he particularly wants to go down on Rolan, specifically. The guy\u2019s an asshole, ringleader of a dozen other assholes. But now he\u2019s said it.<\/p>\n He\u2019s pushed up against the wall, Rolan\u2019s hands on his wrists, Rolan\u2019s face inches from his. \u201cYou\u2019re pushing your luck, Griffon.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re scared because you know I\u2019m right, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe fuck you are.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo prove me wrong.\u201d Roxeen knows he\u2019s balancing on a fucking spider\u2019s thread. He doesn\u2019t even know why he keeps pushing, except that with a cooler head he probably wouldn\u2019t have.<\/p>\n \u201cFine!\u201d Rolan releases him and pulls out his phone out in practically a single motion. \u201cJust to shut you up.\u201d<\/p>\n Roxeen doesn\u2019t know whether the feeling in his chest is satisfaction or dread, but it doesn\u2019t matter. It\u2019s happening and he has no intent of giving it anything short of his best. He sinks to his knees with practiced ease, one hand reaching into his pocket for a foil packet while the other works on Rolan\u2019s belt and fly. It\u2019s not the kind of perfect world where the cock he fishes out of the older youth\u2019s underwear is already hard, but it\u2019s not the first time and it won\u2019t be the last.<\/p>\n As he goes to get the condom ready, a hand snatches his wrist, squeezing it hard enough that he drops the packet. He glares and yanks his hand free, shakes it to get rid of the residual pain. Fucking asshole. \u201cThink I need the handicap? No, thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo it proper or not at all. Clock\u2019s ticking, faggot.\u201d Rolan holds up his phone, timer already counting down. Roxeen doesn\u2019t bother pointing out how it\u2019s hardly fair to start it early. If he wanted fair, he shouldn\u2019t have goaded the biggest bigot on campus.<\/p>\n He hesitates. He could recite transmission numbers in his sleep. Given just how much height he has on Roxeen, and the shape of his ears, he\u2019d be surprised if Rolan was anything less than quarter elf, but even if it were three quarters or more, it\u2019d barely nudge the statistics. He has no faith that Rolan is any more careful getting into bed with girls than he apparently is about sticking his dick in what\u2019s probably the most-used hole on campus.<\/p>\n Apparently Rolan isn\u2019t just careless, but impatient. The fist that clenches around a good fistful of his near-white hair is rougher than he\u2019s used to, pulling painfully at his scalp as it brings his face closer to that flaccid length. Fuck. He\u2019s used to being in control, even on his knees like this, and never reflected over the possibility of Rolan forcibly seizing it back. Wouldn\u2019t ever have thought the older youth to have the stomach for it.<\/p>\n \u201cYou better<\/em> be clean,\u201d he growls, accepting that his current options are sorely limited. Roxeen doesn\u2019t kiss and tell, but so help him, if he catches anything from Rolan, the whole school is going to know what.<\/p>\n Rolan doesn\u2019t answer, just jerks on his hair like he\u2019s some kind of blow-up doll. Well, fuck him. This is what Roxeen is good at, and if he has to in order to put the asshole in his place, he\u2019s going to outdo himself. It\u2019s not the first time he goes down on a (probably?) straight guy, it won\u2019t be the last, and his track record has only gotten better over time.<\/p>\n Instead of latex, like he\u2019s had to get used to, he runs his tongue over skin, savors the faint taste of clean sweat. He doesn\u2019t get the chance to enjoy this part nearly as often as he\u2019d like to, and though it\u2019s not exactly through his own choice he\u2019s going to make the most of it. Rolan\u2019s skin is warm against his palm as he wraps one hand around the base of the youth\u2019s shaft.<\/p>\n He\u2019s not in a position to see the timer, but he doesn\u2019t care. All it is, ever was, is a reminder to dive in and not look back. As he coaxes life into the reluctant flesh, little by little, he can feel the grip on his hair relax ever so slightly. Like some part of Rolan is forgetting that he\u2019s pissed at the blond freshman currently sucking on his half-hard dick.<\/p>\n His split lip starts bleeding again, but he doesn\u2019t notice, absorbed by the challenge in front of him. Rolan is a little bigger than the guy he went down on not twenty minutes ago, but not the biggest he\u2019s seen. Certainly not bigger than he can handle.<\/p>\n The first moan he draws from the older youth is like sweet music. It\u2019s almost always the hardest, clearing the way for more. He redoubles his efforts, sucking harder, faster, feels the flesh in his mouth firm up until it\u2019s absolutely, definitely, fully hard. Rolan shifts, leaning forward and steadying himself with his lower arm against the wall somewhere above Roxeen\u2019s head. It throws off his rhythm for a moment as he adjusts his own position, making sure he has the angle he needs.<\/p>\n That cock is going down his throat.<\/p>\n He swallows around it, feeling it slide deeper into his mouth. This time he\u2019s expecting it, doesn\u2019t have to fight the urge to gag. A deep breath in through his nose, and he swallows again. Can feel it stretching his throat.<\/p>\n From above, a slightly choked \u201cf-fuck\u2014\u201c is proof enough that he\u2019s doing something<\/em> right. Not that he would have thought otherwise.<\/p>\n It gets a little trickier as Rolan\u2019s hips start to move, shallow thrusts that he needs to meet without accidentally choking himself. He places one hand on the taller youth\u2019s hip to steady himself, at the same time ensuring that he can pull back for air if he needs to. That\u2019s as much assurance as he feels he needs, right now, before throwing himself fully into his task, guided by the sounds and motions of the boy whose dick he\u2019s practically devouring.<\/p>\n And he\u2019s fucking loving it.<\/p>\n Rolan\u2019s dick has just the right curve to it to make it easier to swallow. It\u2019s almost a shame that this is never going to happen again. Almost. Roxeen has access to good cock that comes with far fewer unwanted bruises, and even if he didn\u2019t, Rolan would almost certainly not let himself be goaded like this a second time.<\/p>\n There\u2019s more voice to the moans, now. The thrusts are sharper, more urgent. That\u2019s all the warning Roxeen needs. He\u2019s prepared when Rolan practically shoves him onto his cock, taking it to the hilt like it\u2019s what he was meant to do and swallowing around it to milk it dry. The sound of the older youth coming is every bit as intoxicating as the physical sensation, rough and primal and void of his usual bad attitude.<\/p>\n Something bounces off his shoulder and clatters to the floor.<\/p>\n The moment ends suddenly, like Rolan\u2019s orgasm flipped a switch. The grip on Roxeen\u2019s hair tightens, then pulls him back. He follows, blinks owlishly up at the brunet while licking his lips. Most of the load he just swallowed has gone straight down his throat, but he can taste hints of it, and he is of no mind to pretend he doesn\u2019t enjoy it.<\/p>\n Rolan just swears under his breath, still leaning against the wall.<\/p>\n Good enough for Roxeen. \u201cLooks like I was right. I didn\u2019t hear an alarm, did you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck you, Griffon.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAfraid I don\u2019t like you that<\/em> much.\u201d Doesn\u2019t care for Rolan at all, and they both know it. He starts to rise with the same practiced ease as he knelt down, reaching forward and getting his hand around the taller youth\u2019s balls as he does it. With the way he is leaned over, they end up practically lips to lips; he can feel Rolan\u2019s breath on his face. \u201cHere\u2019s the deal. I\u2019m not going to say shit about this. And if you want to go on kicking my ass when you have a bad day, I don\u2019t fucking care; I\u2019ll still keep my mouth shut. But if you touch my friends, I will fucking end<\/em> you.\u201d He tightens his grip, just enough to make Rolan\u2019s face change to one of concern.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah?\u201d Figures he\u2019s not as tough with his nuts in immediate peril.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah. I don\u2019t kiss and tell. You don\u2019t fuck with my friends. Long as you hold up your end, I hold up mine. That\u2019s it. I don\u2019t care if you say you agree or not.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t want us to leave you<\/em> alone?\u201d<\/p>\n Roxeen loosens his grip, shrugs. \u201cI doubt you could if you wanted to. If you want to try, knock yourself out. I don\u2019t really care.\u201d It\u2019s more or less true; he\u2019s been resigned to being that lot\u2019s punching bag for a long time now. Besides, he can take it. Someone like Aesuan, less so. He\u2019ll just have to make sure his friends don\u2019t figure out what he\u2019s done.<\/p>\n He takes his hands entirely off Rolan, ducks under his arm and starts down the corridor.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going to beat your ass.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFigured as much.\u201d He keeps walking.<\/p>\n \u201cHow am I even supposed to know who your fucking friends are?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot my problem; you figure it out.\u201d He\u2019s pretty sure Rolan will want to err on the side of caution for this one, which suits him fine.<\/p>\n He can hear steps approaching behind him and forces himself to keep his pace steady. He never expected to get away free; to Rolan the experience has to have been humiliating. Rolan, the captain of the football team, graceful in defeat only as long as faculty watches. Nobody\u2019s watching right now.<\/p>\n A loud, electronic beeping echoes off the walls. The timer Rolan set, hitting zero and announcing it to the world. Roxeen hears the steps behind him come to a stop, then start the other way. He decides now is a good time to book it. He\u2019s not so much a sucker for punishment that he\u2019s not going to take the opportunity to escape it when it\u2019s practically handed to him.<\/p>\n He arrives back to his and Konah\u2019s suite only slightly winded, and more than slightly sore. Even before unlocking the door he can smell Konah\u2019s cooking, and feels his stomach knot. Given how they parted ways this morning, there\u2019s a good chance the conversation he was trying to avoid is going to happen.<\/p>\n Konah looks up as he opens the door, about to say something, but pauses with his mouth half open. Moments pass in silence, dragging by. Eventually Roxeen kicks the door shut behind him. Maybe the sound of it latching is what gets Konah his voice back.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat happened to you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe usual.\u201d He shrugs. \u201cCocks to suck, bigots to piss off.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight. I made dinner; you want any?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAlready ate.\u201d<\/p>\n He disappears into the bathroom to wash his face and rinse his mouth before Konah can point out that dick does not count as a meal.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The text message couldn’t have come at a more opportune moment. Konah is \u201cworried\u201d about him again, which means they’re probably going to end up butting heads. Which means Roxeen will end up saying something that he’ll have to apologize for later. Sucking dick is a good excuse to avoid that confrontation altogether. 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