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He’s gonna be entirely honest, he never, ever, felt this way in his life before.
He always looked at his roommate, always finds a way to look into his eyes, but he never felt so aroused for this man like he is recently.
This guy was just a normal video game streamer, just trying to help pay the bills by making money using his career. He’s just… Reddoons. As people call him online. He has such a cool-ass status on the internet though. But other than that he’s just normal. Slightly autistic.
So why is he so fucking turned on for him?
He genuinely feels like a perverted creep crushing on his roommate like that. Everytime he looks at him he thinks, ‘𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦.’ His voice sounds cute in his videos too. He really can’t believe he managed to have someone like Reddoons (Dean) be his roommate. Why has he only realised now of how lucky he was?
This morning, his roommate seems to be streaming. That’s why he woke up so early. While the man was just peacefully minding his own business, he can’t just stop thinking about him, he really can’t resist. It feels like being in that horny teenage phase again, and he had no idea how that even happened.
He kept wondering just how amazing it would feel to kiss him on the mouth. Maybe with a little tongue action. It sounds so fun, so tempting… He really wanted to do it now. But he has no idea how. Which was pretty disappointing…
The man decided to dig inside his fridge and chug on a beer. Nothing much, it makes him a little tipsy, but it’s fine. He goes back on the couch, occasionally glancing at the stairway that led up to their rooms. He would watch his roommate’s stream right now, but that’ll be pretty weird if Dean found out, so he won’t. Definitely.
After a while, the thoughts take over yet again. Just thinking about kissing that guy was making him go feral. He’d probably get wet at this point. He literally just wanted to go up there, barge into his room and make out with him. Actually, he probably can. Is he drunk? He did drink a few sips of beer. Can that be an excuse? God, he didn’t want to care, he just wanted to kiss him…to be the first one…
Ah, fuck, who even cares anymore? He’s just so high right now, so, so turned on by something that’s not even here. Screw it. He’ll just do it.
He got up from the couch, quickly heading over upstairs (and also walking like a tired drunk old man for some reason). He stared at the door to his roommate’s bedroom, re-considering his actions for a few moments. He could just wait until he ends the stream, maybe sleep for a while… He slowly knocked on the door, and he could hear the other guy saying some stuff before the door opened. (probably told his audience he needed to answer his door.)
Dean locked eyes with him, and at that moment it became harder to resist himself.
“Hey, what’s up, man? I’m streaming right now.”
Okay. he regretted this so fucking much. This was becoming too awkward. He tried to push his nerves aside. “Oh, you’re streaming, right, sorry I’ll just get–”
He cuts him off. “No no no, my chat can wait, it’s fine. Sup man?”
Chat? They can wait for a five minute break of them kissing? Sure. or, no… fuck.. He didn't even know if he should just say the truth. He also can’t come up with a lie quick enough… screw it. He can just admit it.
“Call me weird if you want, but–” He paused, glancing at their surroundings for a bit. “– Have you ever felt, like, oh i don’t know… have you ever just suddenly gained feelings for this person and now you meet up with them to make out with them even though they probably don’t even know how?”
The man blinked repeatedly, confusion was crystal clear on his face. “Uhh… no??? Bro, I already told you months ago, I never liked anyone and vice versa.”
“Exactly.”
“What does that—” He stopped, then froze. He could feel the realisation filling in. And to be honest, this was stupid as fuck, but he’s always been stupid as fuck, so who cares?
The guy slowly pointed a finger at himself, then muttered, “...Me? You want to do that… with 𝘮𝘦???”
He chuckled. “Yeah, kinda. But I’ll wait if you want me to. Or… maybe you don’t want to do that…”
The man stood still, mouth agape, probably processing the situation just now. It’s pretty awkward right now, and he really didn’t like that, but it’s not like he can just pressure him into giving him an answer, right? He definitely can’t. So he just waited patiently, trying his best not to focus too much on his cute face. It’ll be too tempting.
He sees the other backing away, and before he could process the action, Reddoons broke the silence.
“I don’t… I’m so stressed at this game right now, I might as well just let you do it to calm me down or something. Yeah, sure, go on. Make it quick or… or whatever.” He looked away, seemingly a bit flustered.
Oh. He accepted.
Oh, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 yeah.
“Thanks, dude. I knew you could save me.”
He grinned widely, going closer to him, and without any further distractions, he pushed him up against a wall and eventually leaned in. Their lips collide and time stops. Everything just began to feel right.
This guy says he's inexperienced, but oh fuck does it feel good to be the first one to feel those lips. It's sweet, it's really warm and– it felt special. He pulls away for a moment, then draws him closer as their tongues meet. It feels good, he can't believe he's been holding back the temptations for so long. He's the one leading this shit, and that's what matters.
He really liked it more than anything else. The way the man is constantly shaking, the little quiet whimpering that leaves his lips occasionally, the way he's trying his best to keep up with him– Wow. Everything is cute with this guy. He's blessed to have a roommate this good.
He eventually pulled away, wiping some spit on his mouth. He looked down at Reddoons (Is he seriously calling him Reddoons and not Dean…) and all he could see was a shocked, nervous face… he seems so overstimulated by this. Well, he should've expected that, really. But the way he's blushing so hard and he's looking down in an embarrassed expression like that is kinda cute.
“I kinda liked that…” He murmured into his ears, before pushing himself off the man. He messed with his hair for a moment before slowly making his way out the room.
Once the door was closed, he stuck out his tongue and swiped a finger onto it. Huh. He really did make out with Dean. He just managed to convince him to make out with him… for some reason. He fully expected that guy to reject…
There's something weird going on.
He liked it, though.