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I'm Kelin Bendon, second-semester college freshman.
My family's house is back in Boston—way too far from campus—so I'm stuck in the dorms like everyone else.
I could easily afford an off-campus apartment. Hell, I could buy the whole building. But my parents laid down the law:
"You're a spoiled brat, Kelin. You've never had to work for anything. Your social skills are garbage, your expectations are ridiculous, and you don't appreciate what you've got. Time to grow up."
So here I am, in this cramped, noisy double room, learning "real life."
My roommate Rui is the opposite of noisy. He barely speaks to me. When he's not studying, he's glued to his phone—not scrolling socials, but reading comics. I only figured it out because I caught a glimpse over his shoulder once. I'm not into that stuff anymore. I mean, I loved superhero comics when I was seven, but who reads them past middle school? Apparently lots of people still do—especially those Asian ones with the dramatic art and endless chapters. (I never bothered learning the names.)
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Club activities ended early today. Half the members were out sick with some flu, so I headed back to the room sooner than usual. I figured Rui would still be at the library, nose in a textbook or his phone. I didn't bother knocking—just pushed the door open.
And froze.
Rui was on his bed, flat on his back, jeans shoved down around his ankles, knees bent and spread wide. One hand wrapped tight around himself, stroking slow and deliberate while the other held his phone up to his face. His shirt was rucked up to his chest, stomach tight, hips twitching. Soft, desperate sounds spilled out of him—half-moans, half-pleas.
"Please… put it in… I really need it… I'm begging you… use me… I'll do anything… punish me, just don't stop touching me… I wanna come so bad… please let me come…"
He was edging himself hard, clearly following whatever scene played out on the screen—waiting for permission that wasn't coming. His thighs trembled. Pre-cum glistened on his fingers, on the flushed head of his cock. His breathing hitched every time he slowed down, denying himself.
It was raw. Messy. Nothing like the polished porn I'd seen.
And fuck, it was hot.
I had no idea quiet, nerdy Rui had this kind of fire locked inside him.
He was so lost in it he didn't hear the door. I backed up slowly, trying to ease it shut without a click—but the hinge creaked.
His eyes snapped to me. A sharp gasp tore out of him.
"K-Kelin!"
He scrambled, yanking his jeans up in a frantic tangle, smearing pre-cum across the denim. His face went scarlet, hair sticking to his forehead, lips swollen from biting them. The phone tumbled onto the sheets, screen still glowing.
"I… I was just leaving," I stammered. "I didn't— I mean, I didn't see anything."
Liar. My heart was slamming against my ribs, and lower down… I was already half-hard.
"I'm so sorry!" Rui's voice cracked. "I didn't know you'd be back this early—I never would've— God, I'm so sorry! If you want to request a room change, or a new roommate, I totally get it. You've been the only one who never pried, who just… let me exist. I was finally comfortable—"
"Rui."
He flinched. "Y-yes?"
"It's fine." I swallowed hard, trying to sound casual. "I'll knock next time. Promise."
He stared at me for a second, eyes wide and glassy, then buried his face in his pillow with a muffled groan of pure mortification.
I closed the door softly behind me, leaning against the hallway wall for a minute.
My pulse wouldn't slow.
The image of him—spread out, begging, trembling—was burned into my head.
And for the first time since move-in day, I wasn't annoyed about sharing a room.
I was curious.
