Disclaimer: I do not know any of these people. Since they didn't all go to college together, we can all be sure this didn't happen. I mean no harm.
Warnings: smut, language, and some angst (sorry, I can't help it)
A.N.: It took me a while to sit down and write this chapter. I knew what I wanted to happen (thanks to the lovely Edokun519) but it was hard to get it out on paper.
Two chapters posted in one night! Good job, self.
~PurpleRanger
Freshman Year
Chapter Twelve: Uh-oh
Sean bounds into Norman's room at ten in the morning, hair still dripping from his shower. "Get up, lazy butt," he says loudly as he closes the door behind him. He practically skips over to his boyfriend's bed before sitting down and bouncing next to the Norman-sized lump that is beginning to squirm and grumble.
"What?" Norman mumbles, sticking his head out from his blanket cocoon to blink owlishly at the other boy. He glances at his clock. "It's ten and it's a Sunday, Sean," he says accusingly. "How the fuck are you so… cheerful?"
"I've already been for a run and had a shower," Sean explains, leaning down and giving Norman a quick kiss. "Exercise releases endorphins, you know. Anyway, you should get up now so we can go get some brunch!"
Norman sits up. "Fine, I'll move," he groans, throwing off his blanket.
Glancing down, Sean grins appreciatively. "Sleeping naked now, are we?" he teases, getting off the bed to sit on Norman's desk so the dark-haired boy can get up and get ready. He sniffs for a second. "And what's that I smell? Did you not come enough with me?" he asks, pretending to be insulted.
Norman blushes as he opens his dresser to find clothes. "Um, well, that kind of got me... all… you know, worked up," he says quietly, mortified.
"Don't be so embarrassed," Sean says, sounding far more at-ease than Norman feels. "I think that's pretty hot." He watches contentedly as Norman puts on boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt. "Ready to go?"
Nodding, Norman grabs his keys and goes out the door. He locks behind him when Sean follows him out, and they walk down the hall toward the stairs.
"So I'm thinking we can have some brunch and then, uh, hang out in your room," Sean says with a wink. He's desperate to try some naughty things in Norman's room since they can't any other time, not with Rocco.
"Sounds good to me," Norman says, smiling and holding the staircase door open for Sean. He follows the blond down the stairs to the dining hall.
They go through the line quickly, picking up waffles and fruit, before finding an empty table. They eat slowly, talking quietly while their ankles entwine under the table.
~OoOoOoO~
A couple hours later they are back in Norman's room, full from brunch and cheerful after a walk around campus. Everything is quiet today, as the long weekend doesn't end until tomorrow. Sean and Norman have just over twenty-four hours left with this freedom, and Sean has decided to take some initiative and have fun with those hours.
Norman is lying on face-up on his bed, eyes closed, when he feels a familiar weight settle on top of him and smiles. "Hey, baby," he mumbles, then opens his eyes and plants a kiss on Sean's lips. "Is there a reason you're on top of me?"
Grinning, Sean nods. "Oh yeah, there is," he says before leaning his head down and kissing Norman fiercely. This may be their only chance to do anything in Norman's bed, so Sean is going to make it hot, hard, and memorable. He leans all his weight on one elbow and tangles the fingers of his other hand into Norman's soft, dark hair.
Moaning quietly into the kiss, Norman grinds his hips up into Sean's. Fuck, he wants to feel the way he did yesterday, wants to feel that connection and that pleasure. He pulls his mouth from Sean's for a minute to yank off their shirts, and then his mouth is back on his boyfriend's.
It is crazy how quickly Sean is getting hard. Breathing roughly through his nose, he fights for some control over himself. He pulls his hand out of Norman's hair and moves it between their bodies to open the button of the dark-haired boy's jeans, then undoes the zipper slowly. He forces himself off Norman's wonderful body for a few moments, just long enough for him to pull off the rest of their clothes, and then he's back on top. One hand snakes off the bed to his discarded pants, pulling a condom and packet of lube from the pocket and placing them next to him on the bed.
Norman can feel Sean's hot erection against his thigh, and it arouses him even more. He grinds his own hardened cock into Sean's hip, needing some friction to relieve the tension that is becoming a problem. "Please, Sean," he gasps between kisses, moaning when the blond boy's teeth and lips attack his neck. "Need you, baby…"
Thank Christ. That is all Sean needs to hear, and he tears open the packet of lube and coats his fingers before using one to tease at Norman's entrance. Nipping sharply at his boyfriend's neck, Sean slips his index finger into Norman's tight, hot body. It takes less time to work in a second one than it had yesterday, and for that Sean is grateful as he scissors his fingers.
Norman nearly arches off the bed when Sean's long fingers find that spot, the one that makes him feel so good he stuck his own fingers inside himself last night, something he thought he would never do. Now, he's struggling to keep his voice down as he sees stars. "Sean, want you inside me," he pants, eyes begging.
Sean can't say no to that, and he pulls back long enough to roll the condom onto his aching cock and slick it up, then he's back on top of Norman. He lifts the younger man's legs over his shoulders and lines himself up carefully before pressing in slowly.
By the time Sean is all the way in, Norman is nearly folded in half but he doesn't care. After letting his body adjust for a few seconds, he brings one hand up to tangle in Sean's hair. "Move, baby," he says, looking Sean straight in the eye.
Sean begins to thrust, slowly at first, but gaining in speed and depth. It feels so fucking good. "You're… goddamn tight, baby," he moans, grunting a little each time he bottoms out.
"So big and thick," Norman gasps, biting his lip in an effort to keep silent. It is so difficult not to yell when Sean is pleasing him like this, making him feel the best he ever has.
He's so tangled up in Sean, physically and emotionally, that he doesn't hear the lock click and doesn't see the door opening. He does notice, however, when a disgusted looking Rocco drops his bag on the floor and stares. He stops moving against Sean and lets his legs fall from the blond boy's shoulders. Pulling Sean down toward him, Norman buries his face in Sean's neck, trying to hide from his roommate.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Rocco says, as if he can't see them right in front of him. "Christ, have I been living with a fucking fag this whole time?" He glares at Norman's head, though all he can see is dark, messy hair. "You are fucking sick, you know that, Reedus? Fuck!" he adds in exclamation.
He grabs his thick chemistry textbook from his bed and throws it at the cowering couple, then stalks out. "I'll be back, you little fairies," he says before slamming the door behind him.
The book hits Sean's back then bounces off, but Sean doesn't notice. He can feel Norman's hot tears on his neck, and he knows the younger man needs to be comforted. "Shh, baby, everything's going to be okay," he whispers, pulling out of his boyfriend and moving around to hold him better. "He's just an idiot…"
Norman shakes his head, hiccupping as he sobs. "It's not going to be okay," he chokes, leaning back to look Sean in the eye. "I'm scared of him, Sean. What if he hurts me because of this?"
Sean considers that for a moment. "Then let's get you out of here until we can talk to Willem, okay? Cliff won't be back til tomorrow, so you can sleep in my room. We'll lock the door and it will be fine. Come on," he says, trying to get Norman to stand. "Let's get to my room before he gets back."
Norman nods and stands up, throwing his clothes back on quickly. "Why the hell did Rocco have to come back early, anyway?" he says angrily. Once dressed, he grabs his backpack and waits for Sean, who is buttoning his pants.
"I can lend you any clothes you need," Sean tells Norman. They leave quickly, Norman taking his schoolwork, drawing supplies, and a key.
He can't go back to his room, not after this. Rocco will tear him to pieces, quite possibly physically as well as mentally. God, he needs to find Willem and get some help.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A.N.: Woo yeah plot chapter! Poor boys, what will they do? Comments, suggestions, lots and lots of praise are more than welcome.