Neck Deep in Desire

Chapter 1: Unspoken Heat

The dorm room was a battlefield of contrasts. On one side, Dylan hunched over his glowing monitor, his fingers smashing keys with the ferocity of a seasoned gamer, his dark hoodie casting shadows over his brooding face. On the other, Lololoshka burst through the door like a ray of goddamn sunshine, all smiles and boundless energy, his laughter echoing off the cramped walls. He was the kind of guy who could charm a brick wall into cracking a grin, and tonight, he was dressed down—just a loose tee and shorts, no sign of that signature blue scarf he always wore. Dylan’s sharp eyes caught it instantly: Lololoshka’s neck, bare and exposed, a smooth, flawless canvas of soft skin that practically begged to be touched.

'Yo, Dylan, you still grinding that same raid?' Lololoshka chirped, tossing his bag onto his bed with a casual flick. He leaned over to peek at the screen, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in Dylan’s chest.

Dylan grunted, his jaw tight. 'Yeah, and I’d win faster if you weren’t yapping in my ear.' His voice was rough, but his gaze betrayed him, flickering to that damn neck again. It was perfect—silky, unmarred, a fucking siren call. He shifted in his chair, trying to focus on the game, but his fingers faltered. He was hard already, the ache in his jeans impossible to ignore.

Lololoshka laughed, undeterred. 'Man, you’re such a grump. Lighten up! I’m just checking if you’re still alive under all that brooding.' He straightened up, stretching his arms above his head, and fuck, that only made it worse. The curve of his neck tilted just so, catching the dim light of the desk lamp. Dylan’s breath hitched.

'Keep stretching like that, and you’ll regret it,' Dylan muttered, his voice low, almost a growl. He didn’t mean to say it out loud, but the words slipped out, sharp and loaded.

Lololoshka blinked, turning to face him with a curious smirk. 'Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean, tough guy?' There was a challenge in his tone, playful but edged, like he knew he was poking a bear and didn’t care.

Dylan’s control snapped like a brittle twig. He shoved his chair back with a screech, crossing the small room in two strides. Before Lololoshka could react, Dylan had him pinned against the wall, one hand braced beside his head, the other hovering just inches from that tantalizing neck. Up close, it was even better—smooth as sin, begging to be marked. Dylan’s nose brushed against the skin, inhaling the faint, clean scent of him, and a shudder ripped through his body.

'What the—Dylan?' Lololoshka’s voice wavered, caught between confusion and something hotter, his breath quickening. But he didn’t push away. If anything, he tilted his head slightly, giving Dylan more access, whether he meant to or not. 'Dude, what’s gotten into you?'

'Shut up,' Dylan rasped, his lips grazing the tender skin just below Lololoshka’s ear. He couldn’t stop himself now, didn’t want to. He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss there, feeling the pulse jump beneath his mouth. Then another, harder, sucking just enough to leave a faint red mark. Lololoshka let out a sharp gasp, his hands gripping Dylan’s hoodie, not to push him away, but to hold on.

'Fuck, man, you’re gonna leave evidence,' Lololoshka half-laughed, half-moaned, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and heat. 'You got a thing for necks or what?'

'You have no idea,' Dylan growled against his skin, nipping lightly, dragging his teeth over the sensitive spot. Another sigh escaped Lololoshka, and it was like fuel on a fire, making Dylan’s cock throb painfully in his jeans. He was sweating now, the room suddenly too small, too hot, as he worked his way up that perfect neck, leaving a trail of bruising kisses.

Lololoshka’s hands tightened on him, his breath coming in quick, uneven pants. 'You’re insane,' he muttered, but there was no venom in it—just raw, curious want. 'You gonna explain this, or just keep biting me like a damn vampire?'

Dylan pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, their faces inches apart, the air between them charged and heavy. Then, without a word, he crashed his lips against Lololoshka’s, hungry and unrelenting. To his surprise, Lololoshka kissed back, fierce and unyielding, their mouths battling for dominance as the heat between them spiked to unbearable levels. Dylan could feel him, hard against his thigh, and it only made him more desperate, his mind spinning with how wet, how dripping, this could get if they didn’t stop.

But they did stop, eventually, pulling apart with ragged breaths, both of them flushed and reeling. Lololoshka stared at him, wide-eyed but smirking, his neck now a map of Dylan’s obsession. 'What the hell was that?' he asked, voice husky, still catching his breath.

Dylan smirked back, dark and unapologetic, stepping away with a shrug. 'Fuck if I know.' He turned back to his desk, trying to play it cool, though his body was still screaming with unspent need.

Lololoshka chuckled, shaking his head as he flopped onto his bed. 'You’re a weird one, Dylan. But I’m not complaining.'

The tension lingered, thick and unspoken, as they returned to their separate corners of the room. But Dylan knew—and Lololoshka probably did too—that this was far from over. The game had just begun.