Chapter 1: The Heat of the Night
The apartment smelled of sweat and cheap beer as Carter stumbled through the door, his massive frame barely fitting through the narrow hallway. At 6’5”, with biceps that could crack walnuts and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, he was the kind of guy who turned heads without trying. But tonight, his hazel eyes were glassy from one too many shots, and his usually cocky grin was replaced by a sloppy smirk. He’d struck out at the bar—again—despite the swarm of girls buzzing around him. His mind, as it often did, had wandered back to the one person he couldn’t shake: Seb.
Seb, his roommate, was a walking contradiction. That bubble butt of his—round, firm, and downright hypnotic—jutted out like it was begging for attention, and those full, cocksucking lips could charm the pants off anyone. Seb played the straight jock game with the ladies, but Carter had caught the sly glances, the late-night ‘friends’ sneaking out of Seb’s room. Big, muscular dudes, just like Carter. It drove him fucking wild.
‘Where’s that little tease?’ Carter muttered to himself, kicking off his boots with a thud. The apartment was dark, save for a faint glow under Seb’s door. A low, guttural moan seeped through the thin walls, followed by a wet, rhythmic sound that made Carter’s cock twitch instantly. His drunken haze sharpened into raw, primal curiosity. He crept closer, heart pounding, and pressed his ear against the door.
‘Fuck, yeah, take it deeper,’ a deep voice growled from inside. Carter’s blood boiled—jealousy and lust twisting into a dangerous cocktail. He knew that voice wasn’t Seb’s, but the thought of Seb on his knees, those perfect lips wrapped around some random dude’s hard cock, made Carter’s own jeans tighten painfully.
‘Mmm, you like that, don’t you?’ Seb’s voice purred, smooth as silk with a taunting edge. ‘Bet you’ve never had a mouth like mine.’
Carter’s fists clenched. That cocky little shit. He could picture it—Seb’s dark eyes glinting with mischief, that ass arched just right as he worked some lucky bastard over. The image was too much. Carter’s hand hovered over the doorknob, his breath heavy. He shouldn’t. He really fucking shouldn’t. But the heat pooling in his groin screamed otherwise.
‘Bet I could show you a better time than him,’ Carter muttered under his breath, the alcohol loosening his filter. He pushed the door open just a crack, the hinge creaking traitorously. The sight hit him like a punch: Seb, shirtless, his tan skin glistening with sweat, kneeling before a beefy guy whose head was thrown back in ecstasy. Seb’s lips were stretched wide, working with a skill that made Carter’s mouth go dry.
Seb’s eyes flicked up, locking with Carter’s through the sliver of open door. Instead of shock, a wicked smirk curled those sinful lips. He didn’t stop, didn’t flinch—just kept going, slower now, teasing, as if daring Carter to do something about it.
‘Well, damn, roomie,’ Seb drawled, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice dripping with challenge. A bead of spit clung to his lower lip, and Carter wanted nothing more than to wipe it off with his tongue. ‘Didn’t know you were into free shows. Care to join, or you just gonna stand there getting hard?’
Carter’s jaw ticked, his cock straining painfully against his zipper. He shoved the door open wider, stepping inside, his towering frame casting a shadow over the room. ‘You’re a fucking tease, Seb,’ he growled, voice low and dangerous. ‘Think you can handle me watching? Or you gonna choke on more than just him?’
Seb laughed, a sharp, biting sound, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Oh, I can handle plenty, big guy. Question is, can you keep up? Or are you all talk and no game?’
The other guy, still panting, looked between them, clearly out of his depth. Carter didn’t give a shit about him. His eyes were on Seb, on that defiant glint, on the way his chest heaved and his lips parted just so. The air crackled, thick with tension, as Carter took another step forward, his body screaming to close the distance, to grab that perfect ass and show Seb exactly who was in charge.
‘Get out,’ Carter snapped at the stranger, not breaking eye contact with Seb. The guy didn’t argue, scrambling for his shirt and bolting past Carter. The door slammed shut, leaving just the two of them, the heat between them practically suffocating.
Seb stood, slow and deliberate, his shorts riding low on his hips, showing off every inch of that sculpted body. ‘So,’ he purred, stepping closer, close enough that Carter could feel the warmth radiating off him. ‘You jealous, Carter? Or just horny as fuck?’
Carter’s grin was feral, his hands itching to grab, to claim. ‘Both,’ he admitted, voice rough. ‘And I’m about two seconds from showing you just how much.’
Seb’s eyes darkened, a challenge sparking in them as he tilted his chin up. ‘Then stop talking, big boy. Let’s see if you’ve got anything worth my time.’
The space between them vanished in a heartbeat, Carter’s hands gripping Seb’s hips hard as their mouths crashed together, hungry and desperate. The taste of him—salt and sin—sent Carter spiraling, his cock throbbing as Seb’s nails dug into his shoulders, matching his intensity. They stumbled back, hitting the wall with a thud, the promise of something raw and explosive hanging in the air, ready to ignite.
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