Blake Hart
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Roommate Worship - Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-01-07 14:00:10 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
Hey everyone! I really hope you all like this. There’s nothing like a classic roommate story! This will be one of my main stories going forward, along with 'Walking the Line' and another one that will be revealed tomorrow!
College wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. I had planned to focus on my studies, keep to myself, and maybe finally figure out who I was without the watchful eyes of my small-town upbringing. But then, like a cosmic joke, I got paired with Wes.
Wes was the guy—every frat bro's idol and every girl’s dream. He was 6’1” of lean muscle, perpetually tan, with messy brown hair that somehow always looked styled, even after a workout. And man, did the guy love his workouts. If he wasn’t at the gym, he was in our dorm doing push-ups or shirtless yoga, claiming it “helped him unwind.” Spoiler: it didn’t help me unwind. Not even close.
What complicated things further wasn’t just that Wes was stupidly hot. No, it was that he was also annoyingly kind. From day one, he made it clear he wanted us to be friends, not just roommates. He’d offer to grab me coffee when I was buried in assignments, invite me to hang out with his buddies, and even help me with laundry when I forgot my clothes in the dryer for the fifth time. It was like he was trying to be perfect—and succeeding.
The only thing more infuriating than his perfection? His complete lack of boundaries. Wes treated our dorm room like his personal kingdom of freedom. Towels were optional after his showers, and he had no problem stripping down in front of me to change, his toned body completely on display as if I weren’t even there. And the worst part? He knew. He had to know. The way I’d awkwardly shift my eyes or stammer when he started walking around in just his boxers wasn’t subtle.
One night, after a long day of classes, I came back to find Wes sprawled on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers which hung low on his hips. His laptop was on perched in his bed, his legs spread comfortably like he owned the place.
“Rough day?” he asked, glancing up with a grin.
“You could say that,” I muttered, tossing my bag onto my bed and trying not to stare at the way his boxers clung to his thighs.
“C’mere, Dakota” he said, sitting up. “I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up.”
I hesitated. “What?”
Wes patted the spot on his bed next to him. “Just trust me.”
Against my better judgment, I crossed the room and sat down, trying to keep a safe distance. Wes, of course, ignored that and scooted closer, his knee brushing against mine. He held up his phone, showing me a ridiculous meme of a cat in a cowboy hat. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“There it is,” he said, his grin widening. “Knew I could make you smile.”
I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in my chest was undeniable. “Thanks, I guess.”
“No problem, man. That’s what roommates are for.” He leaned back on his hands, his sweatpants slipping even lower. “So… can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I said cautiously.
“Are you… into guys?”
The question hit me like a freight train. I froze, my heart pounding. “What makes you ask that?”
Wes shrugged, his expression casual. “Just a vibe, I guess. And, you know, the way you keep looking at me like I’m a piece of steak.”
My face went red. “I do not—”
“It’s cool,” he interrupted, cutting off my protest. “I’m not judging. I’m just saying, if you are, you don’t have to hide it. Not from me.”
I stared at him, unsure what to say. Was this a trap? A joke? But there was no mockery in his voice, no smirk waiting to tease me. Just genuine curiosity.
“Okay,” I said finally. “Yeah. I’m into guys.”
Wes nodded, like I’d just told him my favorite color. “Cool. Thanks for telling me.”
That was it? No awkwardness, no weird tension? Just… cool?
“Why do you care?” I asked, still suspicious.
He grinned again, that picture perfect grin. “Because if you’re into guys, I’ve got a question for you.”
“What kind of question?”
“Am I your type?”
My jaw dropped. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said, leaning in slightly. “Do you think I’m hot?”
I wanted to disappear. “Why—why would you even ask that?”
“Because I’ve caught you looking,” he said, his voice teasing. “And, I don’t know, maybe I’m curious.”
“Curious about what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Wes hesitated, his grin fading slightly. “About how it’d feel to try something… different.”
My brain short-circuited. Was he serious? “You’re messing with me.”
“I’m not,” he said, his tone suddenly softer. “Look, I’ve been with plenty of girls, but… I don’t know. I’ve never tried anything with a guy. And if I ever did…” He paused, his gaze locking with mine. “I think I’d want it to be with someone I trust.”
The air between us felt electric. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. “Wes, I—”
“Just think about it,” he said, cutting me off. “No pressure. No expectations. But if you ever want to… experiment, let me know.”
And with that, he stood up, stretched—and shuffled off to the bathroom, leaving me alone wondering if I was going mad.
Comments
Devin
Well this is a smokin hot start! Sign me up
Blake
Thank you so much!
TK
I love how you set up your stories. Great start!
