Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

stemming the tide just a little longer.
    I want to come so bad.
    Watch me. You said you'd watch if there was something worth looking at. See if you can ignore this.
    The door closes and the room is dark again. I'm not sure whether Heath is inside the room or he left. One way to find out.
    "If I touch. Myself. Again. I'll come."
    I wait in eternally long silence to see if he will answer me.
    Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…
    His answer is faint, breathy, and so fucking provocative.
    "Do it."
    Yes!
    I turn the vibrations on high and buck into my fist with abandon. At the first wave of orgasm, I'm reeling.
    "God, yessss," I hiss, possibly louder than I should.
    I jam the back of my hand into my mouth to muffle my groans, to keep them from becoming shouts of pure ecstasy.
    "Fucking hell…"
    Again only a whisper from Heath, but I hear him. I hear his want .
    I'm not crazy. I'm not making this shit up.
    Then he opens the door and walks out, closing it behind him.
    I'm gasping for air and exhausted, coming down from one of the greatest personal highs I have ever achieved. I have cum on my stomach. I can feel my ankle throbbing again. And I still have a vibrating toy filling my now increasingly sensitive ass.
    My roommate watched the show I put on just for him. And I think he's in the shower with his dick in his hand and thoughts of me in his head. I can definitely hear the shower running.
    I turn off and remove the toy, wiping it and my body clean. I really want to stay awake for when Heath returns to the room, to talk to him, but it's nearly four in the morning and I can't keep my eyes open. My mind finally shuts down.
    I know I'll pay for all of this tomorrow.
    ****
    First thing when I wake up, I check whether or not Heath spent the night in his bed. Finding him sound asleep only a few feet away surprises and pleases me. I wouldn't have been shocked if he'd decided to avoid me this morning entirely.
    I don't want to wake him, so I get dressed. I need a shower but caffeine has to come first. I find Drew in the kitchen, sitting at the table, watching me over his coffee as I grab a soda from the fridge and pop the top. I don't do coffee.
    "And?" he asks.
    "And?" I sit in one of the chairs and prop my leg on the table to keep it elevated.
    "How bad's it gonna be?"
    "What?" I ask after sipping my soda.
    "Fleury." I need to remember feigned ignorance does not work on Drew.
    "You mean his reaction?" Drew nods. "I have no idea. I fell asleep before he came back into the room from taking a shower."
    "Awww, shit, Fleury."
    "I'll try to talk to him when he wakes up, okay?"
    "This shit's gonna explode all over this damn house." His stare pins me down until I squirm. "Fix it, fucker."
    "I will, Drew." Somehow.
    ****
    Heath faces the wall, still sound asleep. I can't decide between sitting on my bed and watching him until he wakes up or sitting on the floor in front of his bed and stroking his hair to wake him up. I want to do the latter, but I don't. I'm too scared to. I really don't know how he'll react anymore.
    "Fleury."
    I nearly jump out of my skin when Heath speaks.
    "Yeah?"
    "Stop staring at me."
    "Um, can we talk?"
    "About?"
    "Last night."
    "What about it? I was drunk."
    Fuck. I haven't even considered the possibility. Heath did turn twenty-one last semester. So, is he telling me the truth or saying it as an easy out to the conversation? Should I have the conversation anyway? Fuck.
    "Does that mean you don't remember what happened?"
    "Refresh my memory."
    Jesus, he's going to be difficult.
    "You walked in on me masturbating with a toy and… watched me climax. Um…" Absolute silence from him. The dick. "You told me to do it."
    "You didn't want to?" Heath's voice is devoid of emotion. He sounds disinterested, like I'm pestering him.
    "No, I definitely did."
    "Then what's the problem?"
    "Christ. Are you trying to be an ass?"
    "Am I succeeding?"
    "Yes."
    "Do you have a point, Fleury?"
    I'm completely flustered by now. What is my point?
    Oh yeah.
    "Are you gay, Heath?"
    He twists halfway over in his bed to look at me. No answer though.
    "Bi?"
    Still nothing. Not even a twitch of his facial muscles.
    "Did you jack off in the shower last night or not?"
    Inquiring minds want to know!
    He smirks at me and I recognize the expression for what it is: Heath toying with me. Exasperating bastard.
    "So that's it? You don't care? It's not gonna be weird?"
    "I told you your virtue was safe."
    Heath rolls back over, effectively ending the