Quarantined With My Straight Roommate

by Charlie Chubb

  I pushed Tony away from me. He wanted me to give in. He wanted me to say that I wanted him. He wanted me to confess that I wanted him, for me to say that I wanted an actual relationship with him. So he could throw it in my face. Tony had that sadistic side to him, a side I knew well when he pressed me against bathroom walls and shoved his length inside me without warning.

  “What the fuck, Max?” He growled.

  “Surprised? Listen, Tony. We have hot sex but that doesn’t mean I can’t smell trouble a mile away.”

  “Trouble? What’s so wrong with me?”

  “When you say you want me, what exactly do you want? Sex? Because you don’t want to hold my hand. You don’t want to go ice skating in the City in the winter. You don’t want to meet my parents or watch Project Runway. You want sex. Cold. Unfeeling. Sex. And that’s all you want. I can’t let you use me.”

  Tony stepped back, his scowl drawing his eyebrows together and his jaw moving back and forth.

  “That’s my answer, then.”

  “Sorry. I mean… what future would we have together? Once this stupid quarantine’s over, I’m going to go back to my life and you’re going to go back to watching football and wearing belt buckles and pretending to be straight. And you’re really fucking good at pretending. Some of us never stood a chance.”

  I edged toward my door, and Tony grabbed my arm. His eyes looked crestfallen. Defeated. Yeah, it sucks not to get something you want.

  “What?” I snapped.

  “I’m sorry you think I’m such a piece of shit.”

  He stormed off and slammed his bedroom door. Fuck. Maybe I’d gone too far. But Tony couldn’t have been serious. He didn’t really want to date me. He let the heat of the moment take over his Texas cowboy instincts. I didn’t have much time to worry about Tony.

  Julissa was coming over and about to break quarantine, which I did not fucking want. At all. I heard the doorbell ring and swallowed. Fuck. I’d better throw on more clothes. I dressed halfway normal, letting Julissa ring the doorbell several more times before I emerged from my room. I froze.

  Tony answered the door. Fuck. I assumed he was too pissy to get it and he’d sit there sulking in his room. Instead, he came out, shirtless in his sweatpants with messy brown hair swooping over his neck. I bit my lip. Straight. When other people are around, I have to act like Tony’s straight. I can’t ogle at his abs or the muscles on his back or his fucking six pack.

  “Um, my brother lives here?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Max Patel. I know the fella.”

  He spoke with that Texan twang and Tony charm. My heart raced. I lingered back. His first time meeting my sister. I was sure he’d have her swooning for him the way he had Jackie.

  “I need to see him. We need to have a brother-sister chat.”

  “Sorry, we’re supposed to be keeping six feet apart at all times and limiting our contact.”

  Julissa rolled her eyes. I could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

  “Yeah, do you even know someone who’s sick? I don’t even believe there’s a pandemic. More like plan-demic if you ask me. It’s a total conspiracy.”

  “My dad’s sick, actually.”

  “Oh…”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come in.”

  “Ugh. Whatever. Can you get Max?”

  “I’m here.”

  Tony glanced at me over his shoulder, and I avoided his gaze. Julissa tugged my hoodie and dragged me outside, glaring daggers at Tony before shutting the door.

  “Where’s your face mask? Didn’t the governor say we shouldn’t go anywhere without one?”

  Julissa rolled her eyes.

  “Ugh, not you too. I talked to Mark about it, and he doesn’t think we should wear masks. I mean, this whole stupid pandemic is like a conspiracy. You know. It’s totally fake.”

  “Haven’t you been watching the news?”

  “Mark doesn’t think we need to watch the news anymore. It’s all propaganda. We listen to this podcast together… I can’t remember the name anymore, but it exposes everything.”

  “Ju, you sound brainwashed.”

  “Brainwashed? You sound like a dick. Does your asshole roommate know that you’re gayer than a double rainbow? He answered the door with no shirt on and I felt like I should warn him.”

  “What’s gotten into you, Ju? Just because I see a shirtless man doesn’t mean I’m going to pounce on him.”

  “What-ever.”

  Now that I’m listening to Ju share our family trait of responding “what-ever” to nearly everything, I realize how fucking annoying it is. But she’s my sister. And even if she’s annoying as hell, I have to deal with her.

  “Why did you trek all the way over here, anyway? To make digs at my sexuality and insult my roommate?”

  “I thought you hated your roommate.”

  I bit my lip.

  “He has a way of growing on you.”

  Julissa giggled.

  “Pervert.”

  “What? Why am I a pervert?”

  “He’s fucking hot, that’s what. Do you think you’re going to convert him or something?”

  “No. I never said that. Now can you get to the point so I can get back inside and stop letting your potentially diseased ass breathe all over me?”

  “Okay. It’s about Mark.”

  Isn’t it always…

  “He totaled his car last week, and he needs to get to work. I want your bike.”

  “What? I can’t give him my bike. I need it.”

  “For what? You’re unemployed.”

  “Thanks, Ju. How did he total his car, anyway?”

  “Ugh. First, it’s none of your business, but second, it was totally that asshole’s fault. Mark was doing like a bit of coke at a friend’s party last week and on the way home, this asshole was going so slowly in front of him and he ran into him. What a dick.”

  “How is that not Mark’s fault?”

  “Give me the bike! I don’t have to explain anything to you. You’re unemployed, and Mark needs to get to work. He needs that job.”

  “And I need my bike.”

  “For what?”

  “I’m trying to get a job, Ju! I’m trying to get back on my fucking feet. I’m not going to give my bike to your useless boyfriend.”

  “You take that back!”

  “Why? He is useless. We were doing just fine living together until he swooped in.”

  “No one asked you to slut it up in the living room!”

  “It was one kiss.”

  “Not according to Mark.”

  “So you believe Mark over me?”

  “I believe that you’re fucked up, and it’s not a gay thing. Ever since high school, you’ve always ruined my life by making your sexuality the center of attention. It’s like you fuck the worst people and I’m the one who has to pay for it.”

  “Tell me how you really fucking feel.”

  “It’s true! You’re disgusting and you won’t ever settle down and what’s worse is you can’t be happy that I have a boyfriend who cares about me. If you stayed with me, you’d probably try to fuck him too.”

  “You should go, Ju.”

  “Fuck you, Max.”

  “Bye. Don’t get sick.”

  She flipped me off. Fuck. Ju could be a firecracker sometimes. Some of her friends might call her “batshit crazy” but I preferred firecracker. She’s my sister. I watched her walk away, but before I could open the door, Tony stepped out.

  “That was one hell of a fight.”

  “You heard?”

  “Uh huh. So get back inside. Now.”

  Tony locked the door behind me and pressed his back against the door. Why was he acting like this?

  “What?” I snapped.

  “Are you okay?”

  “No. I’m not fucking okay. Julissa’s being a bitch.”

  “Want to talk about it?”

  “Not with you.”

  “Okay. Maybe I d
eserve that. But I’m offering to help. She sounded mad over your bike.”

  “I can’t give my bike to her fucking shithead boyfriend because he wants it.”

  “You’re right.”

  “I know I’m fucking right.”

  “Your sister wasn’t fair.”

  “She has a point. I am always sleeping with the worst people.”

  “Right. Because her boyfriend sounds like such a stand-up guy.”

  “Wait. Am I hallucinating? Or are you standing up for me?”

  “I make it a point not to get involved in family drama. But for what it’s worth, you’re allowed to fuck who you want, when you want. And you’re allowed to keep your bike instead of giving it away to some selfish asshole.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I know you don’t want to date me. I know that I’m one of the worst guys you could fuck. But you shouldn’t let people talk to you like that. And if your sister comes over here again, I’ll give her a piece of my mind.”

  Did Tony know how hard he made it for me to say no to him?

  “Being sweet to me won’t change my mind.”

  “I know. But it hit me you think I’m a horrible person. You think I use people. That I don’t care. That I’m ashamed of who I am. But that’s not me. And maybe I’ll be able to prove I’m different before you leave this house. Maybe I can show you Tony Stone ain’t like any guy who’s broken your heart.”

  A lump formed in my throat. He knew about my past. He knew everything that happened to me. And he knew how it hurt like hell. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t break me. It didn’t mean he couldn’t. I stared at Tony, my eyes traveling from the lump in his pants, over his washboard abs and straight to his striking eyes. So unusual. So fucking hot.

  “Thanks.”

  “Damn. We don’t have to be together, but the least I could do is give you a kiss.”

  “Won’t that make things confusing?”

  “No. We can’t stay cooped up in the house with all our manly urges and do nothing about it. That would be... immoral.”

  He approached me, putting his hands against my chest and kissing me. Immoral. Fuck. The sound of that word rolling off his Texan tongue made me hard. Instantly. I could think of several immoral acts I wanted to commit with Tony. Right here. In the living room. Right now.

  19

  TONY STONE

  Max wanted me. Naturally. I was in peak physical condition with a body and a face that melted hearts regardless of gender. His hand traced the ridges of my ab muscles. My cock stiffened and I lunged for him, grabbing his cheeks and pulling his face close to mine as I kissed him he reached back for me, grabbing at my clothes and stretching my shirt around my muscles, wriggling the shirt around my body until he peeled it off.

  “Tony?” He said.

  “Yes?”

  “It’s just sex.”

  “Just sex,” I agreed.

  Max kissed my neck and my chest and he kneeled before me, his lips tracing the outline of my jeans as his fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers to unleash my cock. Max peeled my underwear around my ass, his nails dragging across the sensitive skin on my ass until he had my cock out and ready for his lips. I thrust my hips forward. Max’s tongue darted out and ran along the underside of my hardness. The warmth and wetness from his tongue spread tingling pleasure throughout me.

  My fingers spread thick strands of Max’s hair apart as I held his head steady around the tip of my cock and groaned as I split his mouth open, thrusting inside him with the entire length of my hardness. Max’s lips spread wide to accept my length and he groaned as the tip of my dick touched the back of his throat. His lips tightened around my dick. I groaned and leaned back. Max cupped my ass and pulled me in closer. I cried out and Max moved his tongue around the head of my cock, teasing me and taking me in deeper.

  My dick stiffened as I drew close to finishing. I needed to cum so badly that I couldn’t think about anything else. I had tunnel vision as he wrapped his lips around my cock and his fingers around my balls, cradling them gently as he sucked me off. I groaned and I came and then there was a scream…

  The scream couldn’t be Max, who might have been my first guess, except he still had my cock in his mouth and his fingers firmly gripping my ass. He was just as surprised as I was. He leaped off my dick and when I turned around, it was my turn for my stomach to drop.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “OH MY GOD!”

  “Kylie! Wait, don’t go.”

  As I struggled to yank my pants and underwear up, I grabbed Kylie by the arm. She shrieked.

  “WHAT THE FUCK, TONY!”

  Max rose, leaning against the counter, a filthy little smirk on his face. Oh, he was loving this.

  “What are you doing here?” I growled, “We aren’t supposed to be visiting anyone during the quarantine.”

  “You weren’t replying to your work emails and… and… fuck. Are you fucking gay?! Who is this guy?”

  “I’m not gay, Kylie. It’s not what you think.”

  “I think I knocked on your door, didn’t hear an answer, and came in to watch some guy on his knees sucking your cock!”

  “I said it’s not what you think.”

  “What is it then, Tony?” Max said.

  Fuck. I swore once Kylie left, I’d punch Max’s face in. This time, I’d actually do it. With his high voice and his fucking attitude, I’d never convince Kylie that she was wrong.

  “Get the fuck out of here, Max. NOW!”

  Max shrugged and swaggered off to his room. I’d make him pay. I promised myself.

  “I need to go. The last thing I wanted to see was your dick in some guy’s mouth. I’m a liberal person, by all means, but that doesn’t mean I want to see that. We were dating. I came by because I thought we had a chance. Maybe you were scared or something but now…”

  “Kylie, wait…”

  “What could you possibly say right now to make me think that you aren’t gay?”

  “I’m not,” I said, “I promise. He’s my roommate. He’s gay. He… he got on his knees and I couldn’t stop him.”

  “So what, he attacked you?” She sounded appropriately surprised. My stomach sank. I shouldn’t throw Max under the bus. I shouldn’t lie to her. I shouldn’t hide what I was doing. But Kylie met my father. She could contact him. She could tell him. Or my mom. Or anyone at the office. And if people found out. Fuck. I know it’s 2020. I know maybe no one would give a damn. But that didn’t make it easier.

  Society and city culture’s one thing. But I’m Texan. My daddy’s Texan. My family is Texan. And they have a way of doing things and a way of thinking about things. They wouldn’t understand. That’s why I never told them about Tom. That’s why I couldn’t tell them about Max. That’s why I couldn’t let myself get close to anyone because for me, getting close to people was risky.

  My family was far too conservative to allow me the freedom to choose who I’d love. They wouldn’t even have the decency to say it was just a phase. They’d call me sick. They’d call me twisted. And they’d fucking mean it. I knew my family. And Kylie didn’t. And if she wanted to get back at me, she’d do it.

  “No. He didn’t attack me,” I said calmly, “But I guess quarantine’s been hard on him.”

  “So what? You let him suck your cock?”

  “Fuck. What am I supposed to do? Ain’t nobody coming over here to let me fuck them.”

  Kylie grinned.

  “You could fuck me. Right now. Right here. Show him that you aren’t really gay. Prove it. With me…”

  Every inch of me recoiled as she spoke. Did she really think that was a good idea? Did she think it would work?

  “I… unfortunately, can’t do that. Quarantine and all.”

  “Right… Right… I should leave.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I don’t believe you, by the way. No straight man would look at me dressed like this and turn me down. But don’t worry, Tony. I’ll find a way t
o deal with you. I don’t like guys leading me on. Toodles.”

  She walked out of the apartment and I slammed my fist on the counter.

  “FUCK!”

  Max shoved the door to his bedroom open. The gossipy wretch must have been standing there the entire time.

  “I guess that didn’t work out?”

  “Shut the fuck up, Max. This is your fucking fault.”

  “My fault for sucking your cock when we were flirting and you wanted me to suck your cock.”

  “STOP SAYING THE WORD COCK!”

  “STOP YELLING AT ME AND I’LL STOP SAYING IT.”

  I never heard Max raise his voice before. It surprised me, but I wanted to beat him up even more. Or kiss him. Or hold him. Or fuck him against the wall until neither of us felt anything anymore.

  “What the hell is your problem?” I snarled, “Don’t you understand that when you keep coming onto me, you put me at risk. Now fucking Kylie knows that we… that we… oh, I don’t know what the fuck we are and she’ll probably tell my dad and then —

  “I thought your dad was sick?”

  “If there’s anything that will make him get well enough to fly to Boston and wring my fucking neck, it will be finding out I’m sticking it to a man.”

  “He’s homophobic?”

  “Homophobic? No. He’s not homophobic. He’s batshit fucking crazy ass Republican Texan who will kill me if he knows I’ve even entertained the idea of kissing a guy, much less fucking one. He will hate me. He will fire me. He will ruin everything that I fucking have and take it all away from me.”

  “Oh.”

  “Oh? That’s all you have to fucking say?! Did you think I kept my personal life personal because I wanted to hide? Do you think I’m ashamed? Because I’m not. You have me all fucking wrong. I don’t want to hide. I don’t want to be ashamed. I know in my heart that loving men ain’t wrong. But when it comes to my future. I can’t throw it all away. I was born rich, Max. I ain’t like you. I don’t know how to be unemployed. I don’t know how to move around from place to place. I’ve had everything handed to me and if I get it taken away, I will fucking fall.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  I scoffed.

  “Yes, I do. I know that my parents have always owned no fewer than ten properties. I know that without my daddy, I would have never gone to an Ivy League school. I know that without this job, no one would fuckin’ hire me because I was a shitty student and I’ve never had to stand on my two feet.”