Chapter 1: Midnight Cravings
The apartment smelled of sweat and cheap cologne, a lingering testament to the kind of night Carter had stumbled through. At 6’5”, with muscles that could bench press a small car, he was the kind of guy who turned heads without trying. But tonight, as he fumbled with his keys at 2 a.m., his mind wasn’t on the string of girls who’d thrown themselves at him at the bar. It was on Seb. Always Seb. That perfect, round, bubble butt that seemed to mock him every time his roommate strutted around in nothing but tight briefs. Carter’s pulse quickened just thinking about it.
He pushed the door open, the hinges creaking like a bad omen, and froze. Low, guttural moans echoed from Seb’s room. Carter’s jaw tightened, his broad shoulders tensing under his leather jacket. He knew that sound—hell, he’d caused it in enough women to recognize raw, desperate lust. But this wasn’t a girl. This was... different. His boots thudded softly as he crept closer, the hallway dim, his breath hitching with a mix of curiosity and something darker, hotter.
‘Fuck, man, you’re so good at this,’ a deep, unfamiliar voice growled from behind Seb’s door, which was cracked just enough for Carter to catch a glimpse. His heart slammed against his ribcage. There was Seb, on his knees, those cocksucking lips wrapped around some jacked dude’s cock, working it with a skill that made Carter’s mouth go dry. Seb’s bubble butt was on full display, curved and taunting in the low light, as he bobbed his head with a confidence that screamed control.
Carter’s hands clenched into fists, a storm of jealousy and raw, aching need roaring through him. He was hard—painfully so—his cock straining against his jeans as he watched. He should’ve turned away, should’ve stormed out, but he couldn’t. Seb was his roommate, his forbidden obsession, and seeing him like this, owning that stranger with every slick move, made Carter’s blood boil with a mix of rage and lust.
The stranger groaned again, louder, and Carter’s eyes flicked up just as Seb pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smirk curling those perfect lips. ‘You think that’s good? Wait ‘til I’m done with you,’ Seb purred, his voice low and commanding, not a trace of submission in it. He stood, all lean muscle and swagger, and Carter’s gaze dropped to that ass again, imagining how it’d feel under his hands, firm and unyielding.
‘Hey, big guy, you gonna stand there all night or join the party?’ Seb’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and teasing. Carter’s head snapped up, realizing Seb had caught him staring through the crack in the door. Those dark eyes glinted with mischief, a challenge, as Seb leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The stranger on the bed looked over, confused, but Seb waved him off like he was nothing. ‘Don’t mind him. Carter here’s just... curious.’
Carter’s throat was tight, his voice rough as gravel when he finally spoke. ‘Didn’t think you’d be this bold, Seb. Sucking off some random dude while I’m out?’ His words dripped with accusation, but the heat in his stare betrayed him. He was horny as hell, and Seb knew it.
Seb chuckled, stepping closer, his bare chest inches from Carter’s still-clothed one. ‘Jealous, are you? Thought you were too busy drowning in pussy to notice what I get up to.’ His tone was biting, but his eyes roamed Carter’s frame, lingering on the obvious bulge in his jeans. ‘Looks like you’ve got a problem there, roomie. Need a hand?’
Carter’s breath came out in a sharp hiss, his control fraying at the edges. He could smell Seb now—sweat, musk, and something intoxicatingly male. ‘Keep talking like that, and I’ll show you a problem,’ he growled, stepping forward, closing the gap. Their chests brushed, the tension electric, and Carter’s mind screamed to grab Seb, to pin him down and claim that perfect ass for himself.
Seb’s smirk widened, unafraid, daring. ‘Oh, I’m counting on it, big guy. Question is, can you handle me?’
The air crackled, heavy with unspoken promises, as Carter’s hand twitched at his side, itching to make the first move. Seb’s eyes flicked down to Carter’s lips, then back up, a silent invitation. They were seconds away from exploding, from tearing into each other with a hunger that had been simmering for months. And Carter knew, drunk or not, there was no turning back now.
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