Pushover
Made of Win and Awesome
So a friend told me I should write to help relieve stress, and since I like romantics, I thought it'd be interesting a to write a story here. Keep in mind this is my first time writing ANYTHING out.
Victor Hartford looked up the stairs leading to the third and final floor of the dormitories, carrying his sixth and final box of possessions, after his tenth and - hopefully - final trip up from his car. He was exhausted, tired, and just wanted to lie down and rest a bit. This place needs an elevator he thought, making his way up the steps and blowing a stray lock of his brown hair from his face, now slicked with sweat. The college staff want you to get used to running around like a headless chicken for your first year he reminded himself sarcastically.
Victor was the silent type. He was of slight build, not very tall, sensitive, shy, and quite naive about anything not concerning biology or books. He never really had many friends worth mentioning, but he was fairly friendly to anyone willing to talk to him.
As he reached the door to his rooms, he was greeted by his roommate, Damian Terence, a third-year on a sports scholarship that had managed not only to become quite popular, but also had a reputation as an all-night party guy. Victor couldn't help but notice that the guy was devilishly good-looking, especially in his cargo shorts that showed off his tanned legs which were muscular from Track & Field classes. He never really considered his sexuality, being more consumed with books and such than physical attraction, but he supposed Damian was the type that could drive anyone wild with one of his smiles.
Noting the comical expression on Damian's face and realizing that he was staring, Victor nodded once in greeting and quickly entered the shared sitting room between his and Damian's separate bedrooms and then towards his door. The dorm's were not very large, but they were larger than his room back home. A bed on one wall and a desk and shelf on another completed the furnishings while a door to a shared bathroom took up a third, with a window taking up the last.
"It's not Buckingham palace but it works well enough," called Damian from the sitting room, which startled Victor out of his inspection enough that he dropped the box he was carrying on his foot, letting out a short yelp of pain and nearly falling backwards into the pile of boxes at the foot of his bed just as he caught himself on the edge of the bare mattress, causing it to shift slightly and bang the headboard against the wall.
Sitting on the bed massaging the foot through his sandal, he noted Damian standing at his door. "You alright?" he asked with a look of only mild concern.
"I'm fine, thanks. I just dropped the box on my foot, that's all."
Damian gave him that comical look again and left towards his own room. He probably thinks I'm a klutz and a homo, now Victor thought grimly as he began to unpack.
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The next few weeks were, naturally, uneventful in every possible way for Victor as he became familiar with his new surroundings. Every day was almost the same; he woke up, took a shower, attended his morning classes, ate lunch in his rooms, went to his afternoon classes, and then back to his rooms to study for the evening. He never saw much of Damian and rarely spoke more than a few words of greeting each day, having an almost entirely different schedule, and noting that Damian always came in late after a night of partying.
It was on one of these uneventful evenings when Victor was studying in the sitting room when Damian came in, drunker than an anorexic with a whiskey fetish. He took one look at Victor, giggled, then promptly passed out on the sofa. I should leave him there Victor thought, before his sensitive side took hold and he decided it was best to get Damian sobered up and dragged him to the bathroom to lay him beside the toilet.
Upon splashing the fifth glass of cold water in Damian's face, he woke up in a daze, smiled cheesily at Victor, then made a horrid face and began vomiting into the toilet. Victor, being the nice kid, was obligated to hold back Damian's dark, shoulder-length hair out of his face until he was done.
"Thanks," Damian said thickly as he leaned back against the tub, panting slightly. "It must have been the cheap booze, you know how that stuff gets when it's sitting out too long," he said when he had the breath.
"It's alright, and I wouldn't know, I'm not a drinker," Victor replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Where were you? It's later than the usual time you come in."
"Can you keep a secret?" Damian said with a small, secretive smile.
"Yes..," Victor replied, instantly wary of what this drunkard was going to say.
"So can I," Damian said as he got up and, none to steadily, wandered off to his room, slamming the door.
After washing the bathroom floor of the water he had used to wake Damian, he saw a small card that must have fallen out of Damian's pocket lying behind the toilet.
"Barry's Bar and Nightly Entertainment," Victor read softly from the card. Noting from what he heard around campus, Barry's was a gay bar and local hotspot to meet others for 'nightly entertainment' of the homosexual variety.
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Another few weeks, and another few episodes of Damian coming in drunk late at night, Victor was beginning to become a bit annoyed at Damian's nightly interruptions.
On one such occasion, with Victor in his usual spot at the sitting room table, Damian comes bursting in, though not drunk this time.
"Damn it, where is it!?" Damian kept repeating to himself, looking around the sitting room, his bedroom, and all in the process, begins throwing things around looking for whatever 'it' is.
Damian picked up a pillow off the sofa and throws it across the room, as he begins to ruffle through the rest of the pillows. The thrown pillow hits Victor in the chest, causing him to almost fall back out of his chair.
Finally losing his cool and at the end of his patience, Victor yells at Damian, "What's your problem and what the hell are you looking for?"
"I wrote a number on the back of a card I found on a table, wrote a girl's phone number on it and now I can't find it," Damian retorted with an angry expression, still rustling around the sofa.
"Oh..," Victor says as he gets up and walks to his room, returning with a small card, handing it to Damian, "I think you dropped this a few weeks ago. I guess there are a few secrets you don't have anymore," he said angrily without thinking.
Damian snatched the card from Victor's hands, then with a rage-contorted face cuffed Victor in the arm, knocking him sideways.
"What are you talking about? If you think I'm gay, I swear I'll-"
"What, call the homo police and have them arrest me for obstructing your nightly entertainment?" Victor said, once again without thinking, as Damian promptly started toward him with a dangerous expression, backing Victor against a wall.
"What'd you say, you little weasel?" Damian said as he put both hands on either side of the wall to prevent Victor from moving away. "You don't know anything about me," he yelled at him.
Victor, seeing he drove Damian a bit too far, begins looking around for someplace to run to, noticing he probably can't get away. Unconsciously, his lower lip began to tremble and he took on a fearful expression, knowing Damian would probably beat him to a pulp if he said anything without thinking again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that," he risked.
Finally able to meet Damian's gaze, he noticed that Damian's face had taken on an almost hurt expression, only to be replaced by that comical look he usually gives when it seems like he knows something that you don't. "You're damn right you didn't," Damian said in a husky whisper, as he leaned closer to plant a kiss on Victor's lips that almost buckled his knees.
As Victor realized what just happened, he almost went into hysterics, then unconsciously noted that they were both tearing each others shirts off in a mad dash for his bedroom.
Within minutes, Victor found himself more or less underneath Damian as the slightly older guy began planting kisses over his neck and chest, and as Damian slid his hand down Victor's stomach to brush across the fly of his shorts that sent a thrill up Victor's spine, causing him to let out a soft gasp. It became apparent that Damian was obviously more experienced in this area as he slowly undid the zipper of Victor's shorts and slid in his hand to gently massage him, inadvertently causing another gasp to escape from Victor's parted lips.
"You've never done anything like this before, have you?" Damian asked softly, and it was all Victor could do to just shake his head slightly as Damian began to slowly stroke him through his shorts, causing him to squirm slightly and shudder in pleasure.
Realizing he wasn't being very friendly, Victor slowly slid his hand down Damian's jeans making Damian whisper, "You don't have to."
"I want to," Victor replied while slowly removing Damian's jeans the rest of the way off, admiring his toned calf muscles
Damian continued stroking Victor as his other hand began slowly playing with his ass. Suddenly, Victor took a sharp intake of breath and an exclamation of surprise as Damian slip a finger inside him, and began sliding it in and out, much to Victor's amusement.
While Victor continued stroking Damian, he looked into his eyes, and noticed that Damian had taken on a fevered expression, lips slightly parted and eyes beginning to water. "Easy," Damian whispered between breaths, "Not too fast," as Victor moderated the strokes of his overzealous hand.
"Sorry," Victor replied as they both laughed slightly.
Just when Victor was beginning to feel uncomfortable in the position, Damian increased the speed of his stroking, making Victor almost whimper in ecstasy as he began to cum over his chest and abdomen, sending his body shivering. In response, and during his convulsions, Victor began stroking Damian faster, causing his dark-haired friend to let out a soft moan as he came over Victor's hand and arm.
Damian collapsed onto the bed beside Victor and rolled onto his back as both lay still and panting. Both were twisted on top of the sheets, glistening with sweat.
"Wow," Victor whispered when he could talk again. "I didn't know I was gay."
"I didn't know I was, either," Damian replied with a little laugh.
Victor Hartford looked up the stairs leading to the third and final floor of the dormitories, carrying his sixth and final box of possessions, after his tenth and - hopefully - final trip up from his car. He was exhausted, tired, and just wanted to lie down and rest a bit. This place needs an elevator he thought, making his way up the steps and blowing a stray lock of his brown hair from his face, now slicked with sweat. The college staff want you to get used to running around like a headless chicken for your first year he reminded himself sarcastically.
Victor was the silent type. He was of slight build, not very tall, sensitive, shy, and quite naive about anything not concerning biology or books. He never really had many friends worth mentioning, but he was fairly friendly to anyone willing to talk to him.
As he reached the door to his rooms, he was greeted by his roommate, Damian Terence, a third-year on a sports scholarship that had managed not only to become quite popular, but also had a reputation as an all-night party guy. Victor couldn't help but notice that the guy was devilishly good-looking, especially in his cargo shorts that showed off his tanned legs which were muscular from Track & Field classes. He never really considered his sexuality, being more consumed with books and such than physical attraction, but he supposed Damian was the type that could drive anyone wild with one of his smiles.
Noting the comical expression on Damian's face and realizing that he was staring, Victor nodded once in greeting and quickly entered the shared sitting room between his and Damian's separate bedrooms and then towards his door. The dorm's were not very large, but they were larger than his room back home. A bed on one wall and a desk and shelf on another completed the furnishings while a door to a shared bathroom took up a third, with a window taking up the last.
"It's not Buckingham palace but it works well enough," called Damian from the sitting room, which startled Victor out of his inspection enough that he dropped the box he was carrying on his foot, letting out a short yelp of pain and nearly falling backwards into the pile of boxes at the foot of his bed just as he caught himself on the edge of the bare mattress, causing it to shift slightly and bang the headboard against the wall.
Sitting on the bed massaging the foot through his sandal, he noted Damian standing at his door. "You alright?" he asked with a look of only mild concern.
"I'm fine, thanks. I just dropped the box on my foot, that's all."
Damian gave him that comical look again and left towards his own room. He probably thinks I'm a klutz and a homo, now Victor thought grimly as he began to unpack.
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The next few weeks were, naturally, uneventful in every possible way for Victor as he became familiar with his new surroundings. Every day was almost the same; he woke up, took a shower, attended his morning classes, ate lunch in his rooms, went to his afternoon classes, and then back to his rooms to study for the evening. He never saw much of Damian and rarely spoke more than a few words of greeting each day, having an almost entirely different schedule, and noting that Damian always came in late after a night of partying.
It was on one of these uneventful evenings when Victor was studying in the sitting room when Damian came in, drunker than an anorexic with a whiskey fetish. He took one look at Victor, giggled, then promptly passed out on the sofa. I should leave him there Victor thought, before his sensitive side took hold and he decided it was best to get Damian sobered up and dragged him to the bathroom to lay him beside the toilet.
Upon splashing the fifth glass of cold water in Damian's face, he woke up in a daze, smiled cheesily at Victor, then made a horrid face and began vomiting into the toilet. Victor, being the nice kid, was obligated to hold back Damian's dark, shoulder-length hair out of his face until he was done.
"Thanks," Damian said thickly as he leaned back against the tub, panting slightly. "It must have been the cheap booze, you know how that stuff gets when it's sitting out too long," he said when he had the breath.
"It's alright, and I wouldn't know, I'm not a drinker," Victor replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Where were you? It's later than the usual time you come in."
"Can you keep a secret?" Damian said with a small, secretive smile.
"Yes..," Victor replied, instantly wary of what this drunkard was going to say.
"So can I," Damian said as he got up and, none to steadily, wandered off to his room, slamming the door.
After washing the bathroom floor of the water he had used to wake Damian, he saw a small card that must have fallen out of Damian's pocket lying behind the toilet.
"Barry's Bar and Nightly Entertainment," Victor read softly from the card. Noting from what he heard around campus, Barry's was a gay bar and local hotspot to meet others for 'nightly entertainment' of the homosexual variety.
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Another few weeks, and another few episodes of Damian coming in drunk late at night, Victor was beginning to become a bit annoyed at Damian's nightly interruptions.
On one such occasion, with Victor in his usual spot at the sitting room table, Damian comes bursting in, though not drunk this time.
"Damn it, where is it!?" Damian kept repeating to himself, looking around the sitting room, his bedroom, and all in the process, begins throwing things around looking for whatever 'it' is.
Damian picked up a pillow off the sofa and throws it across the room, as he begins to ruffle through the rest of the pillows. The thrown pillow hits Victor in the chest, causing him to almost fall back out of his chair.
Finally losing his cool and at the end of his patience, Victor yells at Damian, "What's your problem and what the hell are you looking for?"
"I wrote a number on the back of a card I found on a table, wrote a girl's phone number on it and now I can't find it," Damian retorted with an angry expression, still rustling around the sofa.
"Oh..," Victor says as he gets up and walks to his room, returning with a small card, handing it to Damian, "I think you dropped this a few weeks ago. I guess there are a few secrets you don't have anymore," he said angrily without thinking.
Damian snatched the card from Victor's hands, then with a rage-contorted face cuffed Victor in the arm, knocking him sideways.
"What are you talking about? If you think I'm gay, I swear I'll-"
"What, call the homo police and have them arrest me for obstructing your nightly entertainment?" Victor said, once again without thinking, as Damian promptly started toward him with a dangerous expression, backing Victor against a wall.
"What'd you say, you little weasel?" Damian said as he put both hands on either side of the wall to prevent Victor from moving away. "You don't know anything about me," he yelled at him.
Victor, seeing he drove Damian a bit too far, begins looking around for someplace to run to, noticing he probably can't get away. Unconsciously, his lower lip began to tremble and he took on a fearful expression, knowing Damian would probably beat him to a pulp if he said anything without thinking again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that," he risked.
Finally able to meet Damian's gaze, he noticed that Damian's face had taken on an almost hurt expression, only to be replaced by that comical look he usually gives when it seems like he knows something that you don't. "You're damn right you didn't," Damian said in a husky whisper, as he leaned closer to plant a kiss on Victor's lips that almost buckled his knees.
As Victor realized what just happened, he almost went into hysterics, then unconsciously noted that they were both tearing each others shirts off in a mad dash for his bedroom.
Within minutes, Victor found himself more or less underneath Damian as the slightly older guy began planting kisses over his neck and chest, and as Damian slid his hand down Victor's stomach to brush across the fly of his shorts that sent a thrill up Victor's spine, causing him to let out a soft gasp. It became apparent that Damian was obviously more experienced in this area as he slowly undid the zipper of Victor's shorts and slid in his hand to gently massage him, inadvertently causing another gasp to escape from Victor's parted lips.
"You've never done anything like this before, have you?" Damian asked softly, and it was all Victor could do to just shake his head slightly as Damian began to slowly stroke him through his shorts, causing him to squirm slightly and shudder in pleasure.
Realizing he wasn't being very friendly, Victor slowly slid his hand down Damian's jeans making Damian whisper, "You don't have to."
"I want to," Victor replied while slowly removing Damian's jeans the rest of the way off, admiring his toned calf muscles
Damian continued stroking Victor as his other hand began slowly playing with his ass. Suddenly, Victor took a sharp intake of breath and an exclamation of surprise as Damian slip a finger inside him, and began sliding it in and out, much to Victor's amusement.
While Victor continued stroking Damian, he looked into his eyes, and noticed that Damian had taken on a fevered expression, lips slightly parted and eyes beginning to water. "Easy," Damian whispered between breaths, "Not too fast," as Victor moderated the strokes of his overzealous hand.
"Sorry," Victor replied as they both laughed slightly.
Just when Victor was beginning to feel uncomfortable in the position, Damian increased the speed of his stroking, making Victor almost whimper in ecstasy as he began to cum over his chest and abdomen, sending his body shivering. In response, and during his convulsions, Victor began stroking Damian faster, causing his dark-haired friend to let out a soft moan as he came over Victor's hand and arm.
Damian collapsed onto the bed beside Victor and rolled onto his back as both lay still and panting. Both were twisted on top of the sheets, glistening with sweat.
"Wow," Victor whispered when he could talk again. "I didn't know I was gay."
"I didn't know I was, either," Damian replied with a little laugh.
