Eli is a 21-year-old college student and the token gay guy with a posse of girlfriends. Too shy to make the first move, Eli’s never had a steady boyfriend or even a date. He spends most of his time at the movies or cruising local art shows.
Demetrius
Demetrius is a 23-year-old free spirit with aspirations of becoming an actor. Working freelance as a model and bartender, Demetrius has moved a half-dozen times in the last year in search of his next big break.
Demetrius needed a new apartment. Badly.
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Eli’s stomach twisted into knots as the buzzer rang. He was looking for a new roommate for his two-bedroom apartment, and this was the third prospective tenant who’d come to tour and interview today.
He’d applied to basically every single one that he found online, including some sublets and people renting only rooms. He couldn’t keep crashing on his friends’ couches forever with all of his belongings in a storage unit.
Demetrius had just moved back to the city after doing an internship in Seattle. He’d enjoyed Seattle, but it was a little too pretentious for him, and a little too white. He wanted to get back to his friends and his favorite restaurants, so after two years, he was back.
His apartment hunt had brought him here, standing outside of some guy’s door. The apartment looked nice enough from the outside, but he had no idea what lurked inside, or who his potential roommate would be. He’d had roommate issues in the past, and he didn’t want to live with anyone else who he didn’t jive with.
He took a deep breath and rang the buzzer. It took a few seconds, but the door opened, and Demetrius made his way upstairs. It was a three floor walkup, which sucked, but he wanted to keep an open mind. He double checked the number of the apartment before opening the door.
The moment the guy opened the door, the breath was knocked out of him. He knew this guy! Well, sort of. Only a little.
The man in front of him was wearing a button down shirt with peacocks on it, his hair perfectly coiffed to the side. It was tucked casually into his tight black jeans, and Demetrius couldn’t take his eyes off him.
“Hey!” the guy said a little awkwardly. He remembered his name: Eli. He was surprised he still knew it, but it was lodged deeply into his brain. He couldn’t forget how disappointed he’d felt on the night he met him.
“Hi,” Demetrius said softly before making his way inside.
He’d met Eli about two years ago, right before he left for his internship. He didn’t make a habit of coming to the straight club very often, but sometimes his friends wanted to go.
He’d seen Eli from across the room. He’d been wearing a black mesh shirt, his firm nipples at attention. He was a mix of sexiness and awkwardness when he danced, making it obvious that he was trying to have fun but couldn’t always escape his thoughts. He only danced with his friends, who were all girls, so he thought maybe he had a shot.
He had to have him.
Demetrius walked over slyly and tapped the man on the shoulder. He whipped around, almost spilling his drink, looking a little erratic. He hadn’t meant to surprise him that much, but he moved forward.
“Hey. I’m Demetrius. Want to dance?”
He liked to be straightforward. He could dance around being interested in this guy, or simply ask him to dance and see where things went.
“Fuck yes,” the guy said, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the crowd. As they walked, he heard him say, “And I’m Eli.”
Once they made their way onto the dance floor, their chemistry was palpable. He wanted his hands all over Eli’s body, no matter whether they were in public or not.
He turned Eli around, urging him to grind against him. Eli started doing it right away, and he had to stop himself from letting out a small moan.
He started to get hard as Eli continued to rub himself against him. He wasn’t sure if it was okay, but he was getting a vibe from Eli that he was enjoying it, as he quickened his pace and pressed harder against him.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Demetrius whipped him around and captured his mouth with his own. Their passion was unprecedented, tongues fighting each other, lips between teeth. A moan escaped Eli’s mouth, and Demetrius leaned back and grinned.
“Should we go back to my place?” Demetrius asked, trying to keep his tone mysterious and coy.
At that moment, he realized that Eli didn’t look so good. All of the color had drained from his face.
“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Eli said, his hands balled into fists.
He didn’t know this guy. Since he wouldn’t be getting any, he could easily have abandoned him, found some other person to fuck. But he still felt drawn to Eli.
He sprung into action, taking Eli’s hand and leading him towards the bathroom. They hurried through the crowd, and Demetrius hoped they would make it in time.
They walked down a hallway and found the bathroom. Eli pushed inside, leaving Demetrius alone. He wanted to comfort the man, but he had a feeling Eli wouldn’t want him seeing him so vulnerable, especially since they were about to make love, maybe in that very bathroom.
He decided to wait for Eli. He didn’t know whether his friends were still there, and he wanted to make sure he got home safely. He assumed Eli had had too much to drink, and that could be dangerous if you were left alone outside a club at 2 a.m.
It didn’t take that long for Eli to come out of the bathroom. Some of his spark had left him, and he looked like he needed to lay down.
“Are you all right?” Demetrius asked quickly.
Eli waved him off. “Just had a few too many cocktails.”
Demetrius smiled. “You should get home.” He was more than willing to take the train with him or at least call him a Lyft. Anything to prolong their time together.
“No, it’s okay,” Eli said. “We can still go back to your place!”
Demetrius wanted to. This might be his one shot to make this beautiful twink his. But he couldn’t abide by the ethics of it; he would never take advantage of someone who was in trouble.
Demetrius shook his head. “I don’t fuck guys who are wasted,” he said. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
He didn’t want to leave. But he found himself walking away.
He only realized on the train home that he should have gotten his number. He was leaving for Seattle in only a week, so the chances that he’d end up at that straight bar again were pretty slim.
He’d completely written Eli off as a temptation that could never be…until he was suddenly in his living room.
Suddenly he realized: fuck the apartment. He could find an apartment anywhere. This was a twist of fate, and he wouldn’t let it pass him by.
He looked around at the decor a little bit in the front entrance hall, trying to muster up the courage to make a move on Eli…again. Would he be creeped out? Would he even remember him?
“Follow me,” Eli said, and he led him to the living room. Demetrius wished that he’d grabbed his hand like he had in the club.
He sat down on one side of the couch while Eli sat on the other. Eli seemed nervous, but he wasn’t sure why. Maybe he just wanted to find the best roommate possible and he didn’t even remember talking to him so long ago.
“The apartment has two bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. We would share the living room and the kitchen, obviously. I’m not too picky about–”
He could feel palpable energy between them, so he decided to shoot his shot.
“I know you from somewhere,” he said, testing the waters.
It took Eli a second to respond.
“I met you at Calico,” Demetrius said, and Eli grinned sheepishly.
Demetrius continued. “I really wanted to sleep with you, but you were too drunk.”
Demetrius smiled mischievously. “How could I forget?”
Eli bit his lip, and Demetrius wished he could bite it instead. “I never saw you at the club again,” he said sheepishly.
“I moved to Seattle,” he said. “For an internship. Now I’m moving back.”
He realized that maybe Eli had gone to the club to try to see him again. He wondered if he had. Maybe he was thinking too much of himself. But Eli’s blue eyes looked as excited as his did, and he wondered whether he had a shot.
“Hence the new apartment,” Eli said.
“Right,” he responded, thinking about Eli’s delicate wrists pinned against the bed, the man screaming out his name…could he really pull that off?
“Could you give me a tour?” Demetrius asked. That was his best opportunity to stay with Eli for as long as he could.
“Of course!” Eli responded, standing up from the sofa a little too quickly. Did he want to be alone with Demetrius, too?
Eli took him to an empty bedroom. It was kind of small, but definitely nice. He hoped Eli would have success finding someone to take it.
“This would be your room,” he said, sweeping his hands across the space.
He made a show of looking around the room, but he wasn’t interested in it. He was interested in Eli.
Demetrius walked slowly over to Eli. He took in his smooth face, his nervous movement, his prominent eyebrows. He wanted to kiss him now, but he needed to wait.
“Can I see your room, too?” he asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
Eli walked out of the room first, and he couldn’t help himself. He grabbed his ass, feeling the fleshy mound underneath his hand.
“This place is nice, but I think I’d rather finish what we started,” Demetrius said, his voice rough with desire.
Eli’s eyes grew wide. “Really?”
He moved his hand to give Eli’s ass a little slap.
“I’ve been waiting to fuck you for two years. I never thought I’d see you again.”
Demetrius couldn’t tell whether Eli was into it or not. He thought he’d try one more time.
“I want you,” he said, gazing straight into his eyes.
Then Eli kissed him hard. He was shocked for a second before he relaxed into the kiss. He grabbed Eli around the waist, wanting to hold him in place so he would never run away again.
Demetrius thought about how lucky it was that he was seeing Eli again. This release was what he needed.
Demetrius steered them towards the bed, and he could feel himself hardening in his jeans. There was a fever here, the feeling that they had to have sex as soon as possible or both of them would implode.
He started unbuttoning Eli’s shirt, and he could feel his breath quickening under his fingers.
“Hurry,” Eli whispered into his ear. “I want you inside me.”
That made Demetrius race through the last few buttons of Eli’s shirt as quickly as possible, and soon he was lifting off Demetrius’s sweater over his head. He was self-conscious for a moment, but Eli quickly began raking his hands over his abs, feeling his body all over. Demetrius could barely take it.
Eli leaned down to kiss his stomach, and they both raced to take off each other’s jeans. Eli unbuttoned his, and he quickly kicked them off, ready to be naked, ready to have all of Eli.
His cock sprung out against his stomach, and soon after Eli’s did the same. His cock was so hard, the tip almost purple, looking good enough to eat.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” Eli told him, and Demetrius moaned, crying out like an animal. He wanted release.
“Do you have a…” Demetrius asked, and Eli quickly pointed at the bedside table.
Demetrius reached inside and pulled out a condom. He ripped a hole in the wrapper with his teeth, then smoothed it gently onto his throbbing length. Eli was so close.
By the time he was done, Eli was on his hands and knees on the mattress. His hole was pink and needy and beautiful as he eased himself inside.
He was enveloped in pleasure, fucking Eli’s ass, moving back and forth in ecstasy. He had to stop himself from coming too quickly.
“Fuck, you have a tight little hole,” Demetrius said, slapping Eli’s ass again.
“More…,” Eli moaned, and Demetrius was determined to give it to him.
He fucked him as hard as he could, his full shaft buried deep inside Eli, small grunts escaping his lips. He had to bite his lip to keep his cool.
“I want to hear you come,” Demetrius grunted, his hands gripping Eli’s hips tightly, pulling him back, slamming their bodies together. He knew Eli was close; they were both so ready.
Just a few moments later, he heard Eli yell, “Fuck!” The man made feral sounds as he shot ropes of cum onto the sheets. Eli watched him, the way his muscles clenched, his body completely spent.
He continued to thrust into Eli, ravaging his hole, ready for his climax.
“Come inside me,” Eli said, and that was all it took.
His vision went black for a moment as he experienced the most powerful orgasm he’d had, maybe ever. He felt his cock twitch inside of Eli, leaking cum into him, making him his own.
After a few moments, they both collapsed onto the bed, tangling together.
“That was worth the wait,” Demetrius said softly, reaching up and touching Eli’s face with his thumb.
“Let’s not wait that long until next time,” Eli countered, and he nodded, leaning in again to kiss him.
Demetrius knew he hadn’t found a roommate…but maybe this was something more.
Eli’s stomach twisted into knots as the buzzer rang. He was looking for a new roommate for his two-bedroom apartment, and this was the third prospective tenant who’d come to tour and interview today.
However, this interview was a little different. When he’d asked for the guy’s ID online to verify that he was a real person and not a creep, he realized something: he’d almost hooked up with him at a club once.
At first, he wasn’t sure. It was so random. But after a little light Facebook stalking, he found out that Demetrius Cook had gone to college in the city, and that they had 16 mutual friends. Plus, how could he forget his perfect face?
On that night at a club called Calico about two years ago, Eli had been absolutely wasted. He had just turned 21, so he was always wasted on Saturday nights. He didn’t usually have the confidence to hit on guys when his friends took him to the straight club, so he had resigned himself to being the resident gay who danced with all of his female friends all night.
Then Demetrius came up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. He whipped around, almost spilling his drink, and was confronted with possibly the hottest man he’d ever seen. He had smooth, dark brown skin revealed under his white shirt; he couldn’t even count how many buttons were undone. His hair was in dreadlocks, tied back in a bun. Plus his arms…Eli couldn’t handle it.
“Hey,” the stranger said to him in a dark, musky voice. “I’m Demetrius. Wanna dance?”
It was so straightforward. After months and months of circling men on dating apps, all he really wanted was for someone to be direct.
“Fuck yes,” he said, grabbing the stranger’s hand and pulling him into the crowd. “And I’m Eli,” he yelled over his shoulder.
Demetrius took the lead, turning Eli around to grind up against him as the hip-hop soundtrack blared in the club. As he moved up and down, he felt Demetrius get hard underneath him, his thick member swelling and poking him, just a bit.
He was pretty sure he couldn’t take it much longer when Demetrius whipped him around and captured his mouth with his own. Their passion was unprecedented, tongues fighting each other, lips between teeth. A moan escaped Eli’s mouth, and Demetrius leaned back and grinned.
At that point, Eli was feeling so right…and so so wrong. He was a little dizzy, his head was foggy, and it didn’t feel like the drinks had gone down too well.
“Should we head back to my place?” Demetrius asked.
Eli wanted to. He definitely wanted to. But the sensations in his stomach were getting hard to ignore.
“I think I’m gonna throw up,” he said, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
Demetrius sprung into action, taking Eli’s hand and leading him towards the bathroom. Even as he felt horrible, he was acutely aware that Demetrius was his knight in shining armor.
The second he entered the bathroom, Eli made a beeline to the toilet and proceeded to get sick…a lot. Part of him hoped Demetrius would wait for him there, and another prayed he had left before getting grossed out by his gagging sounds.
When he walked out of the stall, Demetrius wasn’t there, but soon found him outside of the bathroom.
“Are you all right?” Demetrius asked quickly.
Eli waved him off. “Just had a few too many cocktails.”
Demetrius smiled. “You should get home,” he said, and Eli could swear he saw something deep and compassionate in his eyes.
“No, it’s okay,” Eli said. “We can still go back to your place!”
In retrospect, he was maybe a little bit too eager.
Demetrius shook his head. “I don’t fuck guys who are wasted,” he said. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
And then he walked away, and Eli didn’t see him again until he saw his profile photo during his roommate search.
He reminded himself that things didn’t have to be weird. Demetrius probably didn’t even remember him, anyways. Why would he?
Eli pushed the button to open the door to his apartment, and he could hear Demetrius’s heavy footfalls come up the three flights of stairs to his door. When he knocked again, this time so much closer, Eli took a deep breath and opened it.
Demetrius was wearing a tight black sweater and dark jeans. He had a chain around his neck that sparkled in the artificial lighting. It took a second for Eli to register that he had changed his hair; it was now cut close to his scalp…and it looked amazing.
“Hey!” Eli said, his tone a little too customer service-y for his liking. “Come on in!”
Demetrius gave him a look up and down, and he could feel himself blushing. “Hi,” Demetrius said, then proceeded inside.
He would be utterly professional during this interview. Their dance and brief kiss weren’t a big deal. He needed to stop looking at him like he was the most perfect person in the room.
Demetrius walked into the entrance hall, looking around at the decor. Eli bit his lip, wondering whether he was judging the choices. It wasn’t like it was designed by a professional or anything, but he did have a couple of paintings on the walls and some knick knacks to spice things up.
“Follow me,” Eli said, walking into the living room. He was reminded that the last time he was leading him somewhere, they were holding hands…
Demetrius sat down on one side of the couch and Eli sat on the other. Was he imagining the energy he could still feel between them?
Demetrius didn’t say anything, so he launched into his spiel. “The apartment has two bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. We would share the living room and the kitchen, obviously. I’m not too picky about–”
Demetrius cut him off. “I know you from somewhere.”
All of the breath was knocked out of Eli’s lungs. He couldn’t respond.
“I met you at Calico,” he said.
Eli grinned sheepishly.
Demetrius continued. “I really wanted to sleep with you, but you were too drunk.”
Demetrius smiled mischievously. “How could I forget?”
Eli didn’t know what to say. “I never saw you at the club again,” he responded sheepishly.
“I moved to Seattle,” Demetrius said. “For an internship. Now I’m moving back.”
That explained everything. For weeks afterward, Eli had gone to that club, hoping he’d seen Demetrius again. He knew it was a little pathetic, but he eventually gave up, assuming he wasn’t interested. Maybe he’d been wrong.
“Hence the new apartment,” Eli said.
“Right,” Demetrius said, but he seemed distracted.
Eli’s stomach was fluttering, and his cock was aching in his pants. If only he’d gotten a chance with this man, who must be the most beautiful person he’d ever kissed.
“Could you give me a tour?” Demetrius asked, his voice deep and masculine.
“Of course!” Eli said, standing up from the sofa a little too quickly.
Since Demetrius had already seen the entryway and the kitchen, he took them to the bedroom where Demetrius would be staying. It was empty ever since his old roommate Kyle had moved out two months ago.
“This would be your room,” he said, sweeping his hands across the space like he was a game show host.
Demetrius looked over the room a little before opening the closet. This was the first chance Eli really got to see him from behind. His ass was stretching his jeans in the back, absolutely divine. He knew it would jiggle if he ever got the chance to spank it.
But he quickly tried to wipe these thoughts from his head. Be cool.
Demetrius turned around, and he walked over to Eli.
“Could I see your room, too?”
Eli gulped.
“Yeah, totally,” he said, walking out before Demetrius. It was an odd request, but maybe he had some reason to see the other bedroom.
Eli walked into the room first, and before he even knew what was happening, Demetrius reached around and tightly gripped his ass.
“This place is nice, but I think I’d rather finish what we started,” he said, his voice rough.
Eli’s eyes grew wide. “Really?”
Demetrius moved his hand back to give Eli’s ass a little slap. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you for two years. I never thought I’d see you again.
Eli could feel his hands shaking. Was this for real?
“I want you,” Demetrius said, looking straight into his eyes.
Eli took a deep breath, then leaned up to capture Demetrius’s mouth. He tasted like breath mints and human want. He grabbed Demetrius around the waist, like he wanted to hold him in place so he wouldn’t run away again.
Eli never would have guessed that he would make this much of an impression on Demetrius. This athletic, statuesque man who he had only met once. But he would never consider turning down his invitation.
Demetrius steered them towards the bed, and Eli was already hard. Demetrius started unbuttoning Eli’s shirt, and he could feel his breath quickening under his fingers.
“Hurry,” Eli whispered into his ear. “I want you inside me.”
It only took a couple more seconds to take off the shirt, and Eli lifted Demetrius’s sweater over his head. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and he immediately began to rake his hands across his deep ab muscles.
He leaned down to kiss the same spot, and they both raced to take off each other’s jeans. As Demetrius kicked his off, he could feel his cock spring against his stomach, a warm bead of precum staining his skin. Eli couldn’t get out of his own pants fast enough.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” Eli said.
Demetrius moaned, an animalistic sound, and he felt his own cock twitch.
“Do you have a…” Demetrius asked, and Eli quickly pointed at the bedside table.
He got down on his hands and knees on the mattress, waiting in anticipation so deep he could barely breathe.
Suddenly, he felt a deep pressure on his hole, like it might break him open, and then Demetrius was inside him.
Eli felt so full as Demetrius slowly pumped back and forth inside him. He grunted, loving the burn, the gentle ache of it all.
“Fuck, you have a tight little hole,” Demetrius said, slapping his ass again.
“More…,” Eli heard himself say, the pleasure taking over him.
Suddenly, the thrusts came quicker, slamming into him, almost causing him to fall over. He moaned wildly, the other man’s cock hitting that special spot inside of him in the most perfect way imaginable.
“I want to hear you come,” Demetrius grunted, his hands leaving bruises on Eli’s hips.
He tried to last as long as he could, letting the thrusts wash over him, but he soon knew he couldn’t last any longer.
“Fuck!” he screamed, making feral sounds as he shot ropes of cum over the sheets. It was the best orgasm he’d had in years, maybe ever. He almost fell over in ecstasy, but he knew his job wasn’t done yet.
“Come inside me,” Eli said as Demetrius continued ravaging his hole.
At that, Eli felt Demetrius begin to cum, his cock shuddering. He pumped back and forth, coaxing Demetrius through his release. After a few moments, they both collapsed onto the bed, tangling together.
“That was worth the wait,” Demetrius said softly, reaching up and touching Eli’s face with his thumb.
“Let’s not wait that long until next time,” Eli countered, and Demetrius nodded, leaning in again to kiss him.
Eli hadn’t found a roommate, but maybe he’d found a fuckbuddy…or possibly even something more.
