Aron woke up in a cold sweat. His chest heaving as he took each breath. His dream-- no, his nightmare was coming true.
He thought that thinking of his roommate in the day was bad enough, he forced himself to think that it was purely out of concern. It had to be out of concern. Aron didn’t like his roommate. No, that wasn’t possible.
But his dream… Aron shook his head as he replayed the scene in his head. It always started the exact same way, he and Minhyun would be having a casual conversation, something that rarely happened, and then suddenly, they would get quiet, and stare at each other before Aron would cave. He would grab Minhyun’s leg, and neck, bringing him close and kissing him with such candor that it would leave them both breathless.
Aron would pull away, staring at Minhyun, who’s eyes would flutter open slowly. “I-- I’m sorry!!” Aron would blurt out, covering his face, before Minhyun would shake his head slowly, bringing Aron’s hands down from his face. “It’s okay. I liked it.” Minhyun would say, his cheeks burning a bright pink.
Smiling, Minhyun would pull Aron back, their teeth clashing at first from the over excitement, slowly melting into a comfortable kiss. Humming in delight, Aron would place his hands on Minhyun’s hips, bringing him closer until Minhyun was spreading his legs to move onto Aron’s lap.
It only got worse from there. Minhyun would start to grind his hips against Aron as they kissed, their eyes locking when they pulled away for air. Aron’s pants felt unbearably tight now, Minhyun putting more weight on him, making the problem in his pants, worse.
Aron would watch in awe as the scene would change and suddenly Minhyun would be between his legs, holding onto his dick, pumping it slowly and looking up at him.
Minhyun would smile brightly at him, before opening his mouth and letting out a loud buzzing noise..
Aron would wake up, his alarm buzzing loudly. His body was wet with sweat and his pants were covered in cum.
Aron groaned and looked to the left of the room. “Oh, thank fuck he isn’t here.”
Aron spent the rest of the day strung out and on a short fuse. His dream had messed up his sleep schedule and if he was being completely honest with himself, he was still horny.
He spent the entire 45 minutes he had for a lunch break, desperately trying not to think about Minhyun.
Much to his annoyance, though, Minhyun shot him a triple text that morning.
From Hwang Minhyun
Yo. You left your food in the microwave and now the room smells like asshole.
Please clean your damn dishes I am not your mother
Fucking rich kids
Aron was pretty sure that last one wasn’t for him. But he responded anyway.
I’ll make sure to clean up after myself. Was actually really tired last night.
Also, I didn’t ask you to clean my stuff. That was all you.
Aron knew it was a little mean to reply that way, but he was in a crisis for fucks sake. He couldn’t be nicer to him just because he might like him. No, hell no. Aron had to continue acting like he hated his guts and was the shining example of a heterosexual male in his mid-20’s.
Aron laughed as he thought about that. He never had put much thought into his sexuality, in fact, he didn’t really care. All he really cared about was taking over the family business and inheriting his millions and living happily ever after. He hadn’t really thought about being with anyone because he could get anyone he wanted.
So why on earth was Minhyun the one who would appear in his dreams? And why the hell was Aron getting so hot and bothered by it?
Just keep your stuff clean, please.
Aron shook his head as he shut off his alerts from Minhyun. He didn’t have the patience to deal with that right now. Not when he still had a stack of papers to read through and make sure they were graded properly .
One week later
Aron arrived at his dorm at around 3 AM. The experiment had taken far too long and he was exhausted, but he had to grade papers and decided to just down a Redbull and get it over with. He had to be up in four hours anyway.
Minhyun was snoring from his bed, his legs exposed from the blanket, looking like two long white noodles, if Aron didn’t think about it for too long.
He laughed at that. Of course he’d be thinking about food, he hadn’t eaten. Sighing, he got up to go to the mini kitchen and make himself some noodles so he wouldn’t wake Minhyun. He giggled. Minhyun’s legs looked like noodles and now he was eating noodles….
Shaking his head, Aron sighed. “I have to be out of my mind.”
Cup of noodles in hand, he went to his desk to work as fast as he could. Truth be told he felt like he was getting too old for this crap. Staying awake all night was not the business, anymore.
He looked at the top paper. It was from some kid named Mingi. Aron thought about the students in this class. If he remembered correctly, Mingi was the kid that only brought his iPad and a coffee. Never anything else. But the kid somehow had impeccable grades and was actually breezing through this class, as well. Aron made a star next to Mingi’s name on their roster.
Aron wanted to recruit him for their research. And based on this paper, which, albeit a little out there… was very well researched and have incredible data. The next paper, however, was going to give Aron a migraine.
“It’s going to be a long night.” He sighed.
Minhyun flipped in his sleep, sighing and mumbling something about his ‘daddy”. Aron couldn’t help but smile. That was kind of … endearing.
“Hey, Aron, wake up… I uhh... can I uh… talk to you really quick?” Minhyun was shaking Aron awake. He was still at his desk.
Wiping the drool off his chin, Aron sat up, blinking the crust in his eyes away. “Huh? Yeah what-- what’s up?” Aron kept blinking, trying to get himself to focus.
Minhyun looked nervous. “I uh. I don’t know how to tell you this? It’s kind of awkward. “
Aron was fully awake now. “Look, I know we don’t exactly get along but you can still talk to me, you know. I mean, we live together, so..!”
Minhyun’s eyes widened at that. “Oh, um. Okay.” He paused slightly. “Okay, so the thing is. I think I might be in love with this guy and I don’t know if you would be okay with that? Like .. bringing a guy over or you know having sex in the room .. or ..” Minhyun fumbled with his words as Aron stared at him.
“Oh. Well. If that’s all you’re worried about. I’m fine with it. Just give me a heads up for when you want to have sex with someone in the room. I’ll make sure I’m busier than usual.” Aron smiled at Minhyun, standing up and patting him on the shoulder. “I don’t care about that at all. You’re still a person.”
Minhyun smiled, tears on the edge of his eyes. Aron smiled. “You don’t have to worry about that, I promise.”
Minhyun nodded, wiping the small tears before hugging Aron. He was a little surprised at first, but let Minhyun hug him, patting his sides, trying to comfort him. Truth be told, he was never good at the whole ‘comforting’ thing.
As they pulled apart, they made eye contact. Aron trying to reassure Minhyun once again before wanting to go back to work.
Before he knew it, Minhyun was leaning closer to him, their lips touching briefly before Minhyun tightened his grip on Aron, who didn’t resist. They remained pressed together in a comfortable kiss, slowly taking each other in.
Aron felt himself melting into Minhyun, not knowing what the hell was happening, but enjoying it nonetheless.
Minhyun pulled away, His eyes darker than usual, his lids hooded as he stared at Aron.
“Now. I want it now.”
Aron blinked before figuring out what he meant. “Oh.” he mumbled, before nodding. “Okay.”
Minhyun smiled at him, taking his hand and leading him to his bed. “Ruin me.”
Aron was beside himself. “What?”
Minhyun giggled. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you to fuck me. So, fuck. Me.”
Aron didn’t have to be told twice. Their clothes started to come off in rapid succession, kisses following as Aron hovered over Minhyun, taking in the lines of his body, the curves of his hips. The slight abs that were forming on his stomach... when did he start working out?
Aron began to pull off Minhyun’s pants, kissing his lower stomach, causing Minhyun to squirm, soft moans starting to bubble up from deep within him.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Minhyun?” Aron asked. “I can s-”
Minhyun reached down to Aron, pulling him up to kiss him. “Don’t. Stop.”
Nodding, Aron grabbed the edge of Minhyun’s underwear, tugging them down, revealing his half-hard dick.
Aron couldn’t help it. He stared. He’d be lying if he said that Minhyun wasn’t big. And he’d really be lying if he said he didn’t want to ride him until his hips gave out. Minhyun laughed as Aron remained still. “You can touch me, I promise I won’t break.”
Aron blinked dumbly at Minhyun. “I… yeah. I know. It just kind of dawned on me that we’re naked.”
Minhyun propped himself up on his elbows. “Yeah, very. And I swear I will get dressed if you don’t suck me off right the fuck now.”
Aron gulped. “When did you get so demanding?”
Minhyun bucked his hips up, “Well?”
Aron was shaking.
No, really. He was being shaken by something. Someone.
Aron woke up.
“Have a good nap?” Minhyun laughed.