Anderson Boulevard

Jordan's POV

On my eighth day of looking for a place to live, the post came across my Facebook feed. A friend from undergrad that I hadn't spoken to in years had shared it. A post from somebody named Elliot Zabeck that said he was looking for a roommate in a four bedroom house on Anderson Boulevard. Just a few blocks from campus, where I was taking my grad school courses.

I'd tapped into his messages to say I was interested before I even finished reading the description of the post. The rent was cheap enough for me to afford and it was walking distance to the campus but not near the university housing, where all the undergrads spent Thursday to Sunday getting rowdy and loud and drunk. That was all I needed and I was desperate to get away from my family's house. My mom vacuumed at seven in the morning, my younger brother would be up until three shouting at his video games. Plus, the commute to class was thirty minutes each way. I needed out.

A few days later, I was standing in the living room of the house to meet the roommates and check the place out.

Elliot was a lot taller than he looked in his profile picture. A swoop of blond hair, sky blue eyes under arched brows the same blond as his hair, and round, pouty lips. He was lean but muscular. Strong forearms.

I blinked away from staring when I realized that was what I was doing. If he caught me checking him out, I definitely wouldn't be getting the room.

"My room is on the third floor, Lewis and Shane are on the second. Your room would be downstairs," he explained to me, leading me to the basement stairs. "It's pretty sweet. There's a bathroom down there and a gym. Do you work out?"

His eyes glanced down my long torso as if trying to decide for himself.

"Yeah. Sometimes."

"Shane is big into weights but the walls are thick so sound shouldn't be an issue," Elliot continued, waving me into an empty room off to the side of a home gym. The bedroom was smaller than the one I had back home but that was fine. I didn't need a lot of space, just enough for me to sleep and study.

When we went back upstairs, he listed off some basic roommate etiquette. Labeling food in the fridge, giving a head's up when I'd have guests over. I had to stop myself from laughing at the thought. I definitely wouldn't be having guests.

By the time I figured out I was gay, I was into grad school and it felt too embarrassing to admit to anybody that I hadn't been with a guy before. I didn't even know how to go about dating men. I definitely wasn't any good at dating women.

"So. Any questions?" he asked once the tour was finished.

I shook my head just as the thundering sound of footsteps came barreling down the stairs.

"Ah, there they are," Elliot beckoned to the two guys coming into the kitchen. "These are the other roommates, Lewis and Shane."

Shane was shorter than Elliot but thick with muscle and a head of jet black curls, slanted almond eyes, and an unsettling grin, like he knew a secret that he wasn't going to share.

Lewis was a tree. Tall and lanky, all limbs with a thick brow and a flat mouth.

They were all stupidly beautiful.

To them, Elliot said, "This is the Jordan, the guy that answered the roommate ad."

Shane offered a strong hand shake and a firm slap on the back. "Good to meet you. How are you liking the place?"

"Oh, it's nice," I answered, still feeling the sting of his wide hand on my shoulder blade. "I just need somewhere to stay close enough to campus. I mostly just go to class and study, I'm pretty quiet."

"Hopefully not too quiet," Shane grinned.

Lewis elbowed him in the ribs.

"Jordan here is studying computer engineering," Elliot told the others and then to me, he said, "I own the place, the three of us have been good friends since we were kids. It had been four of us until Ronny decided to get married off."

"You'll make a good fit here," Lewis said. His voice was deep and mellow.

"I agree," Elliot nodded and looking at me with those stark blue eyes, he asked, "What do you think? You can move in as soon as you'd like."

A week later, all my things were moved into the basement bedroom. The location was perfect for my classes, the rent was affordable, and the room was big enough to fit my full sized bed frame, desk, and dresser. It was all I needed really. The only problem was that my roommates were obscenely attractive and I needed to be careful about ogling them all of the time. Especially since Shane was lifting weights almost every day as I left my room in the morning to go to class. Glistening with sweat and grunting from the effort as his muscles flexed with each movement.

"How are you liking things so far?" Elliot asked when we ran into each other in the kitchen a few days after I moved in. He was shirtless, exposing a long torso with lean muscle and a tattoo of a tiger on his bicep.

"Good," I said, my eyes skittering across his body and then to the cupboards behind his shoulder. "Everybody's been nice."

His mouth quirked up. "I've told them to be on their best behavior. At least while you get settled. We usually go out to this bar a few blocks over on Saturdays if you want to join us tomorrow night."

"Oh. Um, I don't really drink." I cringed at how much of a loser I sounded like, but I was kind of a loser and they'd catch on eventually so might as well not try to hide it.

"Hm," he made an appraising sound. "Do you do anything to have fun? Anything that's not studying?"

I shook my head in the negative. "Not really."

His brow quirked up. "You don't date or anything?"

My cheeks started glowing with a faded pink. "No."

"Hm," he made the same sound again. "Well, that's a pity. Offer still stands for tomorrow. We can loosen you up a bit."

The pink in my cheeks heated into a bright lobster red. I knew he didn't mean that the way it sounded and I really needed to get my head out of the gutter if I was going to survive in this place.

I didn't go to the bar with the other guys the next night but I did hang out in the living room for a little bit on Sunday while they were gathered to watch a football game. I didn't have much interest in sports but I needed a break from the report I was working on for class. It seemed like neither Elliot or Lewis were that interested either and were only watching the game to entertain Shane, who spent the entire time hollering at the TV.

After the first few weeks, I was falling into a comfortable routine at the new place. It was getting easier not to ogle Shane when he was working out in the gym across from my bedroom, or Elliot when he walked around the house without a shirt on.

They kept inviting me to Saturday night outings and I kept declining. I'd rather they think I'm a loser than see how awkward I was in a crowded bar, all those people bumping into me while I sipped a light beer. It sounded like a nightmare.

Things took a turn on a regular Wednesday. Lewis let me borrow a book the week before that I needed to return. I trekked up the two flights of stairs to the second floor where his and Shane's rooms were, stopping dead in my tracks when I heard a sound coming from Shane's room, like somebody was breathing heavy. His door was cracked open a few inches and I assumed at first that he was just doing some workouts in his room. Until I took another step and all the blood drained from my face.

It was Elliot making those breathy sounds, standing with his hips propped against a dresser and Shane on his knees in front of him, bobbing his head up and down on Elliot's crotch. They were both fully clothed except for Elliot's jeans and boxers pulled down his thighs.

I'd only ever seen men giving other men blow jobs in porn.

Elliot's eyes were screwed shut, his chin tilted up and mouth parted as he groaned. His hand was on the back of Shane's head, guiding him.

I should have walked past, dumped the book in Lewis's room, and ran back downstairs. This was obviously not something I should have been witness to. But my feet were stuck to the ground, my body statue still. I couldn't get myself to move in any direction, my eyes stuck on Elliot's face and then Shane and his steady pace on the cock in front of him.

It was only when I noticed Elliot's eyes had opened and they were looking directly at me that I started to panic. I waited for the anger, for him to march across the room and punch me for being such a creep or something. Instead, hot grin had spread across his face as he watched me watch him, my eyes wide and terrified and stuck.

I could only hope that grin and the blaze in his blue eyes meant that he didn't mind catching me here. The humiliation of it hadn't fully set in yet. My blood was too hot to feel anything else.

And then it felt like he was putting on a show for me, gripping the back of Shane's hair and pressing his friend further onto his cock until there was a gurgling sound and Shane's back started to tense. Elliot's head flung back with pleasure, a roaring groan ripping through his throat before he released Shane. There were a few gasping breaths before he was slurping on the cock again in a frenzy. Like he needed it to survive.

"That's it," Elliot crooned, caressing Shane's stubbly jaw in his palm instead of fucking his face. His eyes were back on me, biting his lip through the pleasure of Shane's mouth, and the hand that was caressing between his legs. I couldn't see from this angle but I imagine Shane was playing with Elliot's balls as he sucked. Another groan pulled from Elliot's throat. "So fucking good. Take it all. Just like that."

He let Shane suck his cock for some time while he stared at me watching through the door. I felt like such a weird creep but I still couldn't get myself to look away. I was transfixed and Elliot knew it.

Again, he slid his hand into Shane's hair, his pale fingers contrasting sharply with Shane's dark waves. He kept Shane's head still in his hand and started thrusting his hips forward, pressing himself deeper into Shane's throat. After a few slow warning thrusts, he picked up pace. Shane was sputtering, gurgling, slurping eagerly as his friend started fucking his face with increasing vigor.

"Fuck," Elliot groaned, eyes falling shut. I couldn't see very much from this angle, just the back of Shane's bobbing head. I wanted more. I wanted to see how big Elliot's cock was, how much of it Shane was taking in his throat and how he was touching Elliot's balls. I let myself fantasize about stepping through the door way, inviting myself into their intimate moment. By the way Elliot had been grinning at me, he wouldn't have minded. I didn't have the courage to do it. What if Shane freaked out if he knew I was watching? Or Elliot got angry once he had his orgasm and realized how fucking weird I was being?

"I'm close," Elliot warned, still harshly thrusting down Shane's throat with his eyes screwed shut and chin tilted up to the sky as his body was starting to go boneless. I could see his thighs visibly trembling with pleasure. "Swallow it, baby. Every fucking drop. Oh fuck."

Elliot's eyes flew open as he shoved Shane deep onto his cock and stared at me again as his orgasm washed over him. His pale skin was flushed red as he let out an animalistic groan and dumped his load into his friend's throat.

That was when my brain came back to me and I realized what I just did and how creepy it was. Before Shane was off Elliot's cock, I sprinted down the stairs. I dropped Lewis's book on the coffee table on my way into the basement and locked myself in my bedroom.

I was only just now realizing that my own dick was straining painfully against the front of my jeans. Quickly, I undid my jeans and pulled them down in a quick jerk, freeing my cock. Images of what I just witnessed flashed through my head as I fisted the shaft, jerking myself off at a furious pace that only lasted maybe thirty seconds until I came with my back braced against the door.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?