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Ship: USUK
Genre: Romance/Angst(?)
Summary: Alfred's roommate, Arthur, has always been somewhat rude, but what happens when he's acting much more "lovey-dovey" than usual.
Rating: T, for the fact that there's straddling. (non-descriptive)
Just a Kiss
It's hard to believe that this all started with a kiss, but it did. That's how I ended up lying on my bed. With my roommate straddling me. Wearing just our boxers. I guess I'm going to have to start this story from the very beginning.
It started with a roommate. Since it was my first day at college, it took me a while to find my room. All of the freshmen would get an upperclassman of the same gender for their roommate. It was supposed to be a thing to help us. We would get a friend to help us find our way around and understand our lessons. I'm almost one hundred percent sure that it wasn't supposed to end up like this. My fingers running through Arthur's messy pale blonde hair. His gorgeous eyes looking into mine, as our foreheads touch.
I was informed that my roommate would be this 23-year-old who was taking super advanced classes to be a nurse. As a 19-year-old, I was annoyed that I had this guy. I was sure that he was going to be pretentious and annoying. I wasn't exactly wrong; however, I quickly learned that he's also really attractive. For a guy, of course. I'm straight, so I couldn't think of him as anything but a nuisance. Upon walking into the room, I was greeted with the sight of a short- shorter than me, at least- boy. He glared at me and told me to stay in my bedroom.
At first, we didn't get much closer. He called me mean names and wouldn't let me even coexist with him. I don't know what happened, but later that year, he finally warmed up to me. He would trot over to my bedroom and ask me for stuff. He would call me over to do dumb little things that he could obviously do himself. He would clean my room along with the kitchen and his own. He would still complain a lot, but it got less hateful and more playful.
It only truly changed one evening, though. This evening, to be exact. He came into my bedroom and asked if he could confess something to me. Since we're both guys, and we both sleep in just boxers, I thought nothing of the fact that we were barely dressed. I told him, "Of course." He started panicking and saying he was twenty-three and he'd never kissed a girl. Then, he looked me in the eyes and said that he'd never wanted to. He asked me if he could test a theory. "Sure," I said, shrugging. Before I even knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. He pulled away quickly, telling me that he wanted that- that he enjoyed that. It came to my attention, quickly, that I was definitely not straight. Bisexual, maybe? I am attracted to girls. I had a girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. However, Arthur sure was tempting. His lips definitely felt nice on mine. I was interrupted by him pulling himself onto my lap. He sure felt nice on me. He wrapped his legs around my waist, laying his head on my shoulder. I lied back onto the bed, and he snuggled my neck. I smiled, looking down at him. He sure is going to regret all the alcohol tomorrow. I mean, him liking me? Silly.
