Chapter 1: Introduction
The dorm room was a whirlwind of mismatched furniture, posters of various bands, and a king-sized bed in the center that doubled as the main arena for their wrestling matches. The room was filled with the lingering scent of pizza boxes and the faint hum of a shared laptop playing some playlist that Zane insisted was the soundtrack to our lives. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting long shadows on the worn-out carpet.
Teal, with his longish blonde hair tied in a messy bun and wearing a shirt that was a size too small, was sprawled on the floor, trying to pin Zane down.
Zane, with his short, spiky hair and piercing gaze, was not making it easy. He was laughing, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he tickled Teal's sides.
"Come on, Teal, you're supposed to be the man of the house," Zane teased, his fingers dancing over Teal's ribs. "You can't let a little tickling get the best of you."
Teal squealed, his blue eyes watering from laughter. "I'm not a 'man' of the house, Zane," he said between giggles.
"And even if I were, that doesn't mean I can't be ticklish."
Zane leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "But Teal, you're so... soft. And curvy. Like a real life doll. You should be able to take a little tickle."
Teal blushed, his body squirming as Zane's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. He tried to swat Zane's hand away, but Zane just grabbed his wrist and pinned it above his head.
"Hey, hey, no fair!" Teal protested, trying to kick his legs.
"Let go, you jerk!"
"Come on, Teal, you're not really trying hard enough," Zane taunted, his grip tightening around Teal's wrist. "You're always so... compliant. You should fight back more."
Teal's breath hitched as Zane's eyes lingered on his chest, the fabric of his shirt barely concealing his curves. He felt a strange flutter in his stomach, a mix of embarrassment and... something else. Something he didn't want to acknowledge.
"You know I'm not good at fighting, Zane," Teal said, his voice soft.
He could feel the heat of Zane's body, the way his muscles flexed as he held Teal down. It was intimate, in a way that made Teal's heart race.
"That's because you don't try hard enough," Zane replied, his voice a low rumble. He leaned in closer, his free hand reaching up to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind Teal's ear. "You're always so... gentle. Like a little doll.
You should be fierce, too."
Teal's blush deepened, his free hand instinctively reaching up to touch the spot where Zane's hand had been. He shrugged slightly, looking away. "I'm just not built for fighting, I guess. I'm more of a... a lover, not a fighter."
Zane chuckled, the sound warm and low. "That's what makes you, you, Teal. You're sweet. And soft. And..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over Teal's body, lingering on his curves.
Teal felt a shiver run down his spine, a mix of embarrassment and something else that he refused to acknowledge.
Zane's voice, when he spoke again, was softer. "You know, if you were just a little bit more... housewife-y, you'd be perfect."
Teal rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I swear, Zane, if you ask me to cook or clean one more time, I'm going to lose it."
Zane laughed, a full-bellied laugh that filled the room. "But you're so good at it, Teal.
Remember last night's dinner? The way you fried the chicken was... divine," Zane said, releasing Teal's wrist and rolling onto his back, looking up at the ceiling.
Teal huffed, sitting up and crossing his arms. "That's because it's one of the few things I can cook. And I only did it because you promised to do the dishes."
Zane turned his head to look at Teal, a playful smirk on his face. "And didn't I keep my promise? The kitchen's spotless."
Teal couldn't help but smile at that.
Zane might be a slob, but he always followed through on his promises. "Yeah, you did," Teal admitted, his voice soft. "You're not so bad, Zane."
Zane blinked, a flicker of something crossing his face before he rolled back to his side, propping himself up on his elbow. "Not so bad? Teal, I'm amazing."
Teal laughed, shaking his head. He leaned back against the bed, his eyes scanning the posters on the wall. "You are something else, that's for sure."
Zane grinned, his eyes gleaming. "Come on, Teal. Admit it.
You know you like spending time with me."
Teal's gaze shifted back to Zane, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, it's not like I have much choice. You are my roommate, after all."
Zane scoffed, rolling his eyes. "That's not what I meant. You could be doing a million other things right now, but you're here, playing along with my little games."
Teal shrugged, his eyes flicking away from Zane's gaze. "It's fun, I guess. And I don't have much else to do."
Zane sat up, his expression growing serious.
His hand, which had been holding Teal's wrist, lingered for a moment longer than necessary before he released it, his fingertips brushing against Teal's skin in a way that made Teal's breath hitch. Teal looked down at his wrist, a strange tingling sensation lingering where Zane's hand had been. He felt a blush creeping up his cheeks, unsure of what to make of the sudden change in Zane's demeanor.
"You know, Teal," Zane began, his voice softer than before, "sometimes I forget that you're not just my roommate. You're... more than that."
Teal's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at Zane, his blue eyes wide with surprise. "More than that?
Like what, a brother?" Teal joked, his attempt at humor falling flat even to his own ears. Zane's expression had shifted, and Teal suddenly felt like he'd missed something important.
Zane chuckled, but it was a forced sound. "Nah, not like a brother. More like... a partner in crime, you know?" he said, changing the subject. "Come on, let's go get some food. I'm starving."
Teal nodded, relief flooding through him. He liked the idea of being Zane's partner in crime better than trying to decipher whatever else Zane might have meant. "Sure, let's go," he said, standing up and brushing off his clothes.
As they made their way out of the dorm room and into the bustling hallway, Teal couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them.
He tried to brush it off, chalking it up to his overactive imagination, as Zane led the way towards the dining hall. Just as they rounded the corner, one of Zane's friends, a lanky guy with a mop of dark hair, approached them. He eyed Teal curiously, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Hey, Zane, who's the girl?" he asked, jerking his thumb towards Teal. Teal felt his face flush with embarrassment, his stomach twisting into a knot. Zane, however, just laughed and clapped his friend on the shoulder, seemingly unfazed by the question.
"Oh, this isn't just any girl, Jake," Zane said, his voice laced with amusement. "This is Teal. My roommate.
Jake looked from Zane to Teal, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Wait, you room with a girl? Since when?"
Zane shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "Since last semester. When did you get so observant, Jake?"
Teal bristled at the word 'girl,' but he bit his tongue, not wanting to cause a scene. Instead, he offered Jake a small smile, trying to diffuse the tension. "Nice to meet you, Jake. I'm Teal."
Jake's gaze darted between the two of them, a slow grin spreading across his face. "So, Zane, is this like a romantic living arrangement? You two lovebirds sharing a nest and all that?"
Zane let out a bark of laughter, clearly amused by Jake's line of questioning. "Hardly. Teal's more like...
what's the opposite of a roommate from hell?" Zane asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he playfully ruffles Teal's hair. Teal ducks away from Zane's hand, swatting it away with a laugh.
"Hey, cut it out!" he protests, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm not one of your puppies, you know."
Jake chuckles, clearly enjoying the banter. "Well, whatever you two are, it's certainly entertaining," he says, clapping Zane on the back. "You should come hang out with us sometime, Teal. We could use some more... variety in our group."
Teal feels a blush creeping up his cheeks, surprised by the invitation. He looks up at Zane, unsure of how to respond.
Before he can formulate an answer, Zane claps him on the back, steering him towards the dining hall. “Thanks, Jake, we’ll keep that in mind,” he says over his shoulder, guiding Teal down the hallway with a gentle nudge. “Come on, Teal, let’s go get some food. I’m starving.”
They fall into step side by side, the clatter of their footsteps echoing off the linoleum floors. Teal feels a slight tug at the back of his shirt, realizing Zane must have loosened his grip on it. He glances up at Zane, who is grinning down at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“You know, I think Jake’s onto something,” Zane muses, nudging Teal playfully with his elbow. “Variety is the spice of life, right?
I think it'd be fun to have you around,” Jake explained, giving Teal a wink. Teal glanced at Zane, a questioning look in his eyes. “What do you mean?” Teal asked, his voice soft as they walked down the hallway, the sound of their footsteps mingling with the chatter and laughter of passing students.
Zane chuckled, his hand still casually resting on the back of Teal's shirt. “He means, Teal, that you bring a certain... uniqueness to our group dynamic. Some people might find it off-putting, but for us, it's entertaining.”
Teal blushed slightly, looking down at the floor as they walked. “I don't know if I'm entertaining, Zane. I'm just me.”
Zane shrugged, his hand gently squeezing Teal's shoulder. “Exactly.
And with looks like yours, Teal, I'm sure there's plenty of guys in the group who'd be interested if you were single,” Jake added, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Teal's blush deepened, and he looked down at his feet, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
Zane, however, didn't miss a beat. He clapped Jake on the shoulder, a playful smirk on his face. “Fuck off, Jake. Teal's taken, alright?” he said, his tone joking but with a hint of possessiveness. “By me, that is. I call dibs on the roommate.”
Teal's eyes widened at Zane's words, and he stumbled slightly, tripping over his own feet. Zane quickly reached out, grabbing his arm to steady him.
"Whoa, careful there, Teal," he said, a playful smirk still on his face. Teal blushed, avoiding eye contact as he nodded, grateful for Zane's support.
Zane's hand lingered on Teal's arm for a moment before sliding down to his hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. Teal's breath caught in his throat, and he shyly leaned into Zane's side, playing along with the teasing. The gesture was familiar, something they'd done a thousand times before, but for some reason, this time, it felt different. Teal's heart fluttered in his chest, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him as he rested against Zane.
As they continued to walk, Zane's hand remained on Teal's hip, the possessive gesture not going unnoticed by Jake.
They soon reached the dining hall, the sound of clattering plates and laughter spilling out into the hallway. Zane's grip tightened slightly, guiding Teal through the crowd of students. Teal hesitantly pulled back slightly, conscious of the stares they were attracting. "Zane, maybe we should... you know, not be so obvious," Teal whispered, his eyes darting around the room as they approached the food line.
Zane, however, didn't seem to notice or care about the attention. He simply chuckled, leaning in close to Teal's ear. "Don't worry, Teal. They're just jealous. Most of these guys wish they had a roommate like you." Teal's face flushed at the comment, his eyes casting downwards as he shuffled awkwardly beside Zane.
Fully aware of the stares they were drawing, Teal blushed deeper, his grip tightening slightly on Zane's arm as he followed him through the crowded dining hall. Zane, seemingly oblivious or uncaring of the attention, held firmly onto Teal's hip, leading him confidently towards the food line. "I don't know, Zane," Teal murmured, his voice barely audible over the dining hall chatter. "Maybe we should... I don't know, act like we're just friends or something."
Zane chuckled, his grip on Teal's hip tightening slightly as he leaned in closer, his voice low so only Teal could hear. "Why? You don't want them to know you're taken?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Teal's blush deepened, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
As they stepped up to the food line, his cheeks remained flushed, betraying his discomfort with the attention they were drawing. Zane, however, seemed unfazed by the stares, his grip on Teal's hip remaining firm and possessive. The dining hall bustled around them, but to Teal, it felt like time had slowed down, and every pair of eyes was locked onto him and Zane.
"Zane, can you... you know, not be so... so obvious?" Teal whispered, his voice barely audible over the clatter of trays and murmured conversations. He fidgeted with his sleeves, hoping to distract himself from the heat creeping up his neck. Zane, however, merely shrugged, his expression unchanged.
"Relax, Teal.
It's not like we're doing anything wrong," Zane murmured, his gaze scanning the food options as they inched forward in line. He kept his hand firmly placed on Teal's hip, his thumb tracing small circles on the soft fabric of Teal's jeans.
Teal let out a quiet sigh, trying to ignore the flutter in his stomach. "I know, but it still feels weird having everyone stare at us," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He tugged lightly on the sleeve of Zane's shirt, hoping to gently urge him to loosen his grip.
Zane looked down at Teal, his eyes softening.
He must have noticed Teal's discomfort because his grip on Teal's hip loosened slightly, the circles his thumb was tracing becoming smaller and less obvious. Leaning in close, Zane pressed a quick, warm kiss to the side of Teal's head. "You're right, Teal. I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice low enough that only Teal could hear. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
Teal's heart fluttered at the apology, and he felt a warmth spread through him. He looked up at Zane, offering him a small, grateful smile.
"It's okay, Zane. I just... I don't like being the center of attention."
Zane grinned, his thumb still tracing slow, soothing circles on Teal's hip. "Well, that's too bad, because you're stuck with me, and I love being the center of attention."
Teal rolled his eyes, but there was a playful smile on his face. "That's because you're an exhibitionist, Zane.
Always have been."
Zane chuckled, a warm, low sound that made Teal's cheeks flush slightly. "And you love it, admit it.
You're just as bad as me," Zane teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips. Teal cutely rolled his eyes, a small laugh escaping him as they finally reached the front of the food line. "Sure, sure, I'll admit it. You're the life of the party, Zane," he said, leaning in to grab a tray. They quickly loaded up on whatever caught their eye, the clatter of plates and the hum of conversation around them creating a comforting backdrop to their easy banter.
As they turned to head back to their usual table, Zane couldn't help but notice the way Teal's eyes darted around the room, as if looking for someone. He nudged Teal gently with his elbow, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You're doing it again, Teal. Looking for someone?"
Teal's eyes darted to Zane, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he quickly looked away. "What? No, I-I wasn't looking for anyone," he stammered, his gaze flitting back to Zane's face before darting away again. "Just... just thought I saw someone I knew, that's all."
Zane raised an eyebrow, his grip on Teal's hip tightening slightly as they weaved through the crowded dining hall. "Uh-huh. Sure, Teal. You can't fool me," he teased, his voice low so only Teal could hear. "You've been doing that a lot lately.
Looking for someone, I mean," Zane remarked as they finally reached their table, the clatter of their trays echoing as they set them down. As they sat, Zane discreetly pulled Teal closer, his hand settling on Teal's hip in a way that was both possessive and familiar. Teal gravitated towards him, his head resting gently on Zane's arm as he began to eat, his blue eyes peeking up at Zane through his long blonde lashes.
"What do you mean?" Teal asked, his voice barely above a whisper, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm not looking for anyone, Zane. I'm right here with you."
Zane smirked, his thumb brushing softly against Teal's hip as he took a bite of his food. "You seem distracted lately, Teal.
Like you're... expecting someone," Zane pressed, his eyes searching Teal's face.
Teal shrugged, his gaze drifting back to his plate. "I'm just... preoccupied, I guess. Nothing to worry about."
Zane's grip on Teal's hip tightened slightly, and he leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a murmur. "Is it about what I said earlier? About you being more than just a roommate?"
Teal's fork paused mid-air, his blue eyes darting up to meet Zane's gaze.
The dining hall hummed around them, but for Teal, it felt like they were in their own little bubble. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean, Zane?"
Zane leaned in even closer, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Teal's spine. "I mean, you're more than just my roommate, Teal. You know that, right?"
Teal's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked down at his plate, his fork clattering against the porcelain as he pushed his food around aimlessly. "I...
I don't know what you mean, Zane," Teal stammered, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. He took a deep breath, steeling himself before looking up at Zane, his blue eyes filled with a mix of confusion and vulnerability. "Are you saying... you think I'm... you know, into you? Like that?"
Zane's eyes widened slightly at Teal's question, a hint of surprise flickering across his features. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "No, Teal, that's not what I meant. I was just... I was just wondering if something was on your mind.
You seem a bit... distant lately," Zane said, his thumb tracing small circles on Teal's hip as they sat down at their usual table. Teal picked at his food with his fork, his eyes barely glanced at his plate as he leaned against Zane's arm, resting his head lightly on his shoulder.
Zane could feel Teal's muscles tense slightly beneath his touch, and he knew that Teal was deep in thought. He nudged Teal gently with his elbow, trying to draw him out of his reverie. "Come on, Teal, spill.
What's been going on in that pretty little head of yours?" he asked, his voice soft and coaxing.
Teal sighed, his fork clattering against his plate as he set it down. He looked up at Zane, his blue eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability.
Before Teal could gather his thoughts to respond, Zane's hand, which had been tracing soothing circles on Teal's hip, began to slide lower, coming to rest on Teal's thigh. The sudden contact sent a jolt through Teal, his eyes widening slightly at the unexpected touch. He swallowed hard, his breath hitching slightly as he looked down at Zane's hand, his mind racing with a thousand questions.
Zane, however, seemed oblivious to Teal's internal struggle. He leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Teal's spine. "You know, Teal, I've always thought you had the best thighs.
They're so... soft and curvy.
They're so soft and squeezable." Zane's hand tightened slightly on Teal's thigh, causing Teal to blush even deeper. He bit his lip, his eyes wide with surprise at Zane's sudden and intimate touch. "Um, thank you, Zane," Teal stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his cheeks flaming with a mix of embarrassment and innocent flattery. "That's... that's really sweet of you to say." Zane leaned in closer, his breath warm against Teal's ear as he spoke. "It's not just sweet talk, Teal. I mean it. You're so soft and squeezable, like a little teddy bear," he murmured, his thumb tracing small circles on Teal's inner thigh.
Teal's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as he looked up at Zane, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "A teddy bear? Really, Zane? You think I'm a teddy bear?" Teal asked, his voice filled with amusement as he laid his face gently on Zane's shoulder, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
Zane chuckled, his hand tightening slightly on Teal's thigh. "Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it. I bet you'd make a fantastic teddy bear. All soft and cuddly," he teased, his voice low and warm. Teal giggled, his body shaking with laughter as he snuggled closer to Zane, his head resting comfortably on his shoulder.
"You're crazy, Zane. Crazy but in a good way," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his words laced with amusement and affection. Desperate to diffuse the tension that had begun to build, he reached for his fork, taking a large bite of his food, chewing slowly as he stared down at his plate. Zane, for his part, seemed entirely unfazed by the sudden shift in their conversation. He simply chuckled, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on Teal's thigh as he took a bite of his own food, his eyes scanning the dining hall as he chewed thoughtfully. "You know, I've always thought you were the crazy one, Teal," he said between mouthfuls, his voice filled with warmth and amusement. "You're the one who's always getting into these silly situations, you know?
Like that whole thing with the trampoline last month," Zane said, his voice filled with mirth as he gestured with his fork. Teal laughed, shaking his head in agreement as they finished their meal. "Yeah, well, at least I manage to make things interesting," Teal replied, a playful smile on his face. Once they had polished off the last of their food, Zane stood up and stretched, cracking his back as he gathered their trays. "Come on, let's head back to the room. I've got a surprise for you," he said, flashing Teal a mischievous grin. Teal raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?" he asked, pushing his chair back and standing up to follow Zane.
As he rose, he felt Zane's hand slide further up his thigh, inching towards the hem of his shorts.
Teal felt a sudden flutter of nerves, his breath hitching in his throat. "Whoa, hey, Zane, what are you—?" he stammered, his eyes wide with surprise.
Zane's hand paused, his eyes flicking up to meet Teal's gaze, a playful smirk on his face. "Whoops, sorry," he said, his hand retreating to Teal's hip, where it had been before.
Teal hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. "It's... it's okay, Zane," he said softly, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. He picked up his tray, following Zane towards the trash cans.
As they exited the dining hall and stepped out into the hallway, Zane's hand found its way to Teal's hip, resting there casually as they walked. Teal stayed close to Zane, the familiarity of their bodies touching sending a warm shiver through him. He couldn't help but feel a thrill at the intimacy, even as he tried to ignore the flutter of nerves in his stomach.
"So, what's this surprise you have for me, Zane?" Teal asked, his voice light as they turned down the hallway towards their dorm. He couldn't help but notice the way Zane's hand had slipped slightly lower, resting on the curve of his ass rather than his hip. He bit his lip, trying to hide his flustered reaction. Zane, however, seemed completely unaware of the effect his touch was having on Teal.
He was too busy being excited about his surprise, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he led the way down the hallway. "You'll see soon enough, Teal. Just be patient," he said, his hand tightening slightly on Teal's hip as they rounded a corner.
Teal, meanwhile, was doing his best to ignore the heat pooling in his belly in response to Zane's touch. He tried to focus on the conversation, his voice light and casual as he asked, "So when am I going to get to see this big surprise of yours, hmm?
You're not going to keep me in suspense forever, are you?"
Zane chuckled, his hand squeezing Teal's hip affectionately. "Patience, my dear Teal. All good things come to those who wait."
Teal rolled his eyes playfully, but his heart was pounding in his chest. Zane's touch, even through his clothes, was sending shivers through him in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He wasn't sure what Zane's surprise was, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was going to be significant.
As they walked down the hallway, Zane's grip on Teal's hip tightened slightly, pulling him closer. Teal could feel the heat radiating off of Zane's body, and as they turned a corner, he caught a whiff of Zane's scent. It was masculine and good, a mix of Zane's cologne and the faint scent of sweat from their earlier wrestling match. Teal's cheeks flushed at the smell, his heart fluttering in his chest as he buried his nose into Zane's shoulder, breathing him in deeply. Zane chuckled at the action, his hand tightening on Teal's hip as he pulled him even closer. "Someone's getting a little too comfortable," he teased, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Teal's spine.
Teal blushed, trying to hide it by tucking a strand of his long blonde hair behind his ear. He dismissed the touch as Zane just being his usual overly familiar self. "You know you can't keep your hands to yourself, right?" Teal playfully chided, his voice light to hide the sudden rush of nerves. "It's like you're not even aware you're doing it." He tried to keep the conversation casual, ignoring the heat spreading across his cheeks and the way his heart was pounding in his chest.
Zane grinned, clearly unbothered by Teal's words. "Hey, I can't help it if you're just too irresistible," he replied, his hand tightening on Teal's hip, his fingers inching lower.
Teal's heart pounded in his chest as he felt the intimacy of Zane's touch, his breath catching in his throat. "Zane, stop, that's... that's not appropriate," Teal stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to pull away. But Zane just chuckled, his grip tightening even more, holding Teal firmly in place. "Why not, Teal? You're the one who's always telling me I should be more affectionate.
Remember when you said I should hug you more often?" Zane pointed out, his voice laced with amusement. Teal felt a shiver run down his spine as Zane's fingers brushed against the hem of his shirt, just barely dipping beneath the fabric. He swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to find the right words to respond.
"Yeah, but that's... different," Teal managed to stammer, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat of Zane's fingertips against his skin, sending shivers up his spine and making him feel both excited and nervous. "That's just...
different, Zane. You can't just... just touch me like that, out in the open. Someone could see," Teal whispered, his cheeks flaming with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Zane just chuckled, his breath hot against Teal's ear. "Who cares if someone sees, Teal? You're mine, aren't you? Why should I hide it?"
Teal's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He was torn between the thrill of Zane's touch and the fear of being caught. "But... but what if someone says something?
What if they judge us?" Teal's voice was a soft whisper, barely audible over the hum of conversation and laughter drifting from the dorm rooms. Zane's grip on his hip tightened, pulling him even closer as they walked.
"Let them," Zane murmured, his voice low and rough. "Let them say what they want. You're mine, Teal, and I'm not going to let anyone make you feel bad about it. Besides, who gives a shit what they think? We're having fun, aren't we?"
Teal bit his lip, his cheeks flaming with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
"Zane, come on, we're almost at the room. Someone might see us," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of conversation and laughter drifting from the dorm rooms.
Zane's hand slipped lower, his fingers brushing against the waistband of Teal's shorts as they finally reached their door. He chuckled, low and rough, his breath hot against Teal's ear. "Who cares if someone sees? Let them look, Teal. Let them see how much I want you."
Teal's heart pounded in his chest as Zane's confession filled him with a mix of fear and exhilaration. He fumbled with his key, his hands shaking as he tried to insert it into the lock. Zane's voice was a low rumble in his ear, his breath sending shivers down Teal's spine.
"Let them see how much I want you," he whispered, his hand slipping lower, gripping Teal's ass firmly as they finally reached their door. Teal's heart was pounding in his chest, his hands shaking as he tried to insert the key into the lock. The cool metal clattered against the door as he fumbled, feeling Zane's body press against his, the heat of Zane's breath on his neck.
"Zane, someone might see," Teal whispered, his voice barely audible, a mix of fear and excitement making his breath hitch. Zane chuckled, his grip tightening as he ground his hips against Teal's ass, a clear and unmistakable display of his desire. "Let them see, Teal.
Let them see that you're mine," Zane whispered into Teal's ear as he pressed him up against the door of their room, his hand tightening around Teal's ass, pinning him in place. Teal's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he finally managed to insert the key into the lock and turn it. The door swung open, revealing the chaotic blend of mismatched furniture and posters that filled their dorm room, the king-sized bed dominating the center of the space. Zane pushed Teal inside, his hand still gripping his ass, and kicked the door closed behind them with his foot.
Teal's heart was pounding in his chest as Zane's grip on him tightened, his hand slipping lower, dangerously close to the hem of Teal's shorts.
Teal bit his lip, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as he blushed deeply, feeling Zane's possessive touch more intensely than ever before. He couldn't believe how bold Zane was being, and the thought of someone walking in on them sent a jolt of panic through him. He looked around the room nervously, his eyes darting to the window, the door, anywhere but Zane's face, which was mere inches from his own.
Despite his discomfort, Teal couldn't deny the thrill that accompanied Zane's touch. He had always felt a spark when Zane was near, but this was different—this was more intimate, more intense. He could feel Zane's desire, and it made his own heart race with a mix of excitement and fear. He tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat.