It's about midnight when there is a knock at my door. "And as the archon of magi, looks down upon you- Oh one second. Be right back." I get up, heading over to the door and looking through the peephole. I unlock the deadbolt but not the chain. The door opens a crack. Standing before me is Aaron, who looks annoyed and slightly drunk.
"Can I come in?" he asks, almost as if he knows I'll say yes.
"I'm in the middle of my game, and I don't know when I'll be done. What are you even doing here?" I whisper, not wanting to wake up my neighbours. While the walls between apartments were thick, the hallway walls were not.
"Can I come in?" he slurs out, sounding a little more annoyed. I groan before closing the door, and undoing the chain. Opening up the door once more, he staggers in and I get a whiff. He's not a little drunk. He's very drunk. "Thanks." He goes and flops onto my couch, as I return to my chair.
"Where was I? Oh right. The Lich Knight looks down upon you and laughs as he extends his hand, and says 'Foolish little halfling. Little nuisance. You took my lord from me and now I will take that which is dear to you' and I'm going to need dex saving throws from everyone in the room," I narrate, to my party's joy. I hear Aaron murmur something but my headphones block it out, and I immediately begin to feel a little self conscious about my excitement. The game goes on for about three hours, with the fight taking up that time. I glance over and see Aaron had helped himself to the pizza I had ordered like 8 hours ago, and to the beer in my fridge. After everything is resolved for the night, "Uhh, Next Friday, I may not be available. We may switch to a bi-weekly thing, if that's cool with you guys." Almost everyone agrees right away. Once everyone but one guy, his screen name is iCycle, leaves, I feel the urge to ask. "So was the session good?"
"It was great. I didn't think you had it in you to threaten us that hard that early. But uhh, you dipped in narration just after the fight started. Everything okay?" I hear him ask through my headphones.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just getting tired was all." Aaron looks at me as I speak.
"Man, if you want to commit to this podcast, I swear, I'm in. I'm fully in. You say the word, and I'll send you the recording equipment and mic and everything you'll need," iCycle says. "You've been running this game for a year, and it's been fantastic. Obviously I don't think we should start mid-campaign but when we start a new game, that'd be awesome." iCycle is the kind of guy that I think probably owns a house and has a full room dedicated to tabletops. He was actually the one who brought me into this group cause they were looking for someone to run a game, and he and I played in a different game together.
"I appreciate that, and yeah. We're coming up on the end of Drowned in the Abyss. But I've got some groundwork done for my next game, I'm gonna hop off though. I'm ready to crash," I say. He bids me a fond farewell and I pull my headset off and shut down my computer. "So, Aaron. What's up?"
"You're really all in on this nerd stuff, aren't you?" he asks, holding a slice of my pizza. I had maybe two slices and this guy is on his fifth. So he showed up unexpectedly and ate almost the entire thing. It sort of upsets me that he comes here so late, knowing what I do Friday nights and then immediately gets upset that I wouldn't give him attention he was here for.
"I like it. It's fun. If you ever tried it, you might like it. Besides, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't all in on it," I reply, getting a laugh out of him. One of his signature laughs of superiority.
"Yeah you came all the way to this university to learn to play Dungeons and Dragons better," his smug tone corroding my mood.
"Well, it wasn't because of you," a blatant lie slips out of my mouth. We both know it. His hazel eyes scan me. I followed him like a puppy dog here. My parents weren't happy about me moving so far away from home.
"Okay, dude. You tell yourself that. Bed time?" He gets up, heading to my room.
"Hey, where are you going?!" I follow him into the hallway.
"To your bed? That I sleep in when I'm here?" He speaks to me like I'm a moron. He opens the door to my room, and when I enter the door frame, he's already taken his shirt off.
"I didn't say you could spend the night," I almost shout at him. I would at least if I didn't see his muscled back, as he stretches and flops into my bed.
"You're gonna send me home, at this time? You're not that mean to me," he grumbles as he undoes his pants. He's wearing these bright orange briefs that accent his butt. It's an electric orange that almost feels like it's glowing.
"Fine! But you're not sleeping under my blanket, I'll grab the spare," speaking as firmly as I can when I know I'm already folding to him. I go to the closet and grab a spare blanket for him, but he's already curled up under my weighted blanket. Putting the blanket on the bed, I sigh before turning around and turning off all the lights. I wrap up the last slice of pizza, and put it in the fridge before putting the box in my recycling bin. That's the thing about Aaron that I suppress to myself. He takes so much from me. When it's good, it's great. He's exemplary but when it's bad, it's like trying to fill a strainer with water. I can never get where I need to be because he's taking everything he can get. It's a beautiful storm with no ending and a cataclysmic level of destruction. After cleaning up the cans and getting everything sort of tidy, I head into the bedroom, flop onto the bed after taking off my shirt and putting on pyjama pants, and curl up under the spare blanket.
I feel several things as I stir in my slumber. Firstly, Aaron's arm wrapped tight around my stomach, the weighted blanket overtop me. Secondly, him pressing himself against me. It's aggressive, as he's practically dry humping me. The most notable thing I feel is his lips on the back of my neck, kissing me. Not softly. No. There is intent. A desire. Softly, I moan as he continues to push against me.
"Just like your first time, right?" He whispers into my ear, sending chills down my spine. Back then, I just had a crush, and was sleeping at his cousin's house, who I was friends with. He joined me in the guest room, and took my virginity like that. "Just like the last time we did this?" as his arm pulls me in tighter. His fair skin contrasted against my own. He laughs as I begin to gently rock back into him. Guilt immediately sets in when I think of Thomas. "Don't worry about Thomas. We haven't talked about being exclusive yet," he whispers again. It sets my mind at ease. In this state of half-slumber, I lean into him, as he kisses the side of my neck. His arm slides down my torso and over my groin. In a smooth movement, he's got my pyjamas pushed down, and my underwear soon follows. I don't know when he ditched the underwear, but he's pressed against me, and thrusting himself into my ass. Not to penetrate but just bun-fucking. He pushes on my back, rolling me over onto my stomach. He quickly mounts me, getting in position. His seven inch rod, nestled softly in between my cheeks and sliding up and down, the skin pulling at each other. I feel the pressure of his arm on my back as he leans over me, to the side table, opening it up, and grabbing the lube from it.
The cold liquid splashes onto my skin, causing me to whimper. His dick now freely sliding between my cheeks. I can feel his head grazing across my hole. It's been a while since I've bottomed. The last few times we've hooked up, I've been on top. He leans down and whispers in my ear. "Do you want it? All you have to do is ask." I gently raise my ass to meet him, and his head pokes my hole before sliding away. "Ask for it." I push against him again, and he runs his fingers through my hair, grabbing what he can and pulling. "I said, fucking ask for it."
"Please," I whimper, and he shoves my face back into the pillow as I feel more lube be applied. Not a lot. He begins to put the pressure on my hole and I can feel the smile on his face.
"Come on, open up for me," he demands, as I feel myself give way. It's not a gentle insertion and I let out a cry of pain. He's not thicker than I am but suddenly being skewered on 6 inches is enough to make anyone shout. He pushes my head into the pillow to muffle as he bottoms out in me. "Oh shut up, you've taken it dozens of times before. In a few moments, you'll be begging me to never stop." I can't even think from the sudden pain. I haven't had anything inside me for months, not even a toy. He finds his tempo pretty quickly, and begins to thrust into me. Fairly aggressive in his movement, I feel my bed rock as he begins to really go at me. This is what I meant. About us being a storm. Right now, it's breathtaking. It's beautiful. I let out a moan of pleasure and he leans down and nibbles on my ear. It's what happens when this part moves on. He's holding back, and I know he is. There's only one way to get him to put more into it.
