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The summer after graduation is one of the best of Roier's life. Being so over high school and his home town and the people aside, he was so excited to start college that he almost puked all over his abuelo when they were opening the email from the university together.

His dream since he was a freshman was to be accepted in UC Berkeley, even if that meant he had to move across the country to be there. He pretended he wasn't gonna be all that disappointed if he didn't get in, he obviously had other options, some almost just as good, but in reality he thinks he might have jumped from the sign of the McDonald's that rivaled the food truck he used to work during his summer breaks, just to make sure that even if he didn't manage to die from the fall, he would traumatized everyone in that God forsaken place, from costumers to employees. His abuelo might have had a few problems with that reaction, it's just... Roier worked so much, studied do much, gave up on so many of his high school experiences to keep a good gpa.  

Gladly, he didn't have to do all that.

Moving was as stressful as it could get, even though he already had a good roommate. Managing to convince Melissa was hard. A hundred promises that he would be a good roommate and that he would even pretend he didn't know her if they ever met in campus weren't exactly good bribery for her, and she obviously expected him to clean after himself and pay for his own stuff. She didn't really care if people knew they were cousins, she even laughed at him in a way that made him feel young when he offered that. That's when he realized that college people are way too cool and suave to be bothered by younger relatives.

What did she want, though? Simple: She needed someone to clean the place she worked, which wouldn't be so bad if she didn't work at a — ahem — not strip club, at night. Dancing with little clothes on.

Roier found out about it when someone he followed on Twitter retweeted a video from a horny page, of her performing a not lap dance. Roier had never felt excitement die down so fast as soon as he recognized her.

He didn't mean to bribe her or anything, he didn't even want to bring up the subject, but he was at least ninety percent sure that she did not know she was being recorded, or that the video was up on the internet for everyone to see. He reached out to her to warn about it, but she immediately called him and begged him not to tell their abuelo. He wasn't gonna do it, but she didn't seem too convinced when he told her that, and then offered to help him with whatever he needed to settle in the city. And look, Roier is not an asshole, okay? He's never planned on telling on her at all, but if she wants to help, then why would he deny? He warned her that he wouldn't and she still chose to buy his silence.

So she sold this job to him as another part of the incredible bribe. An easy, kitchen cleaning job, good pay, with a familiar face around, easy peasy, and he wouldn't have to stress looking for a job to keep him functioning, but Roier slightly suspects that she wanted him to be in the same ambience as her so that if she ever got outed on her dancing, she would make sure he'd fall with her. That's fine for him.

Anyways, because of her, moving was a little bit easier for him, but still so fucking stressful. He doesn't even have the time to settle or even sleep a full night's sleep — although this is more due to anxiety and excitement — before he has to go through a whole week of orientation.

It was fun! Roier is enamored with the city and the campus and the library and the lab, everything! He's not sure of his opinions on the professors yet, everyone seems a bit too intimidating as of right now, but he did hold friendly chats and even exchanged numbers with a few other students. His favorite activity was an icebreaker with latin american students. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be there because he has a citizenship and has lived in the US since he was a child, but he wanted to see if he'd feel more comfortable meeting some other mexican or spanish speaking students. There, he met an exchange student from Argentina called Carre, whom he instantly hit off, was (not) picked on for his strained attitude and good posture by a girl named Rivers, before all three of them formed a small group during a game of domino with some guys from Mexico called Missa, Aldo and Mariana. And God, it felt so good to be in touch with mexicans the same age as him. Their group acted as if they were best friends since childhood after only three minutes of conversation. He really looks forward to hanging out with them again.

When he gets home from their dinner, he finds Melissa in the living room, all dressed up in a red tight dress and heeled boots, super heavy makeup and giant hoop earrings. She looks amazing, but maybe a bit too dressed up for her work.

"Wow, look at you! Who's this diva?" He grabs her hands and makes her spin as she laughs.

"So, do I look completely men devastating?"

"Absolutely, ready to destroy any man on your way." Roier laughs, noticing the back of her dress is so short it rides up over her butt, he tries fixing it for her but it doesn't stay. "No, for real, you look gorgeous. Where are you going?"

"A house party, from a friend of mine."

That instantly gets Roier's attention. A college party, free from the administrative wings, with people from the campus, where they probably have alcohol and will not ask for his ID before allowing him to drink.

Okay Roier, now, breath in, breath out, act cool and unbothered about it.

"Melissa please please let me go with you! I really want a drink tonight please I went through so much orientation activities and spoke so much put together English today Melissa please let me go and speak gibberish English with drunk people please please!"

She shakes herself out of Roier's pleading grip on her arms and pulls always from his puppy eyes, grunting in annoyance.

"No way! I can't. I'll get people in trouble for bringing a child into a party with alcohol and drugs. I can't lose my scholarship, pendejo."

"But how are they gonna know? It's almost nine pm, there's no way there's sober people at this point. I'll blend right in!" As she opens her mouth to deny him once again, he follows up: "Besides, if something happens, if anyone suspects anything, I'll just pretend I am some random new student and escape. I won't say your name, I swear!"

"Look, Roier, you'll have a lot of time to be invited to your own parties, okay? Maybe rest and prepare for your classes."

In really, Roier has a hidden meaning as to why he's so desperate to go. And if he doesn't get it out of the way now, he might not have the courage to do it once he's settled and comfortable here. This is the perfect opportunity, and he can already feel it slipping through his fingers as she stops paying attention to him and checks her purse for her keys and phone, ready to leave.

"Melissa. Can I confess something?"

She's probably late, but then again, is there such a thing as late to a party? And still, Roier sees her shoulders drop as she gives in to his pleading. At least to listening to it.

"Be quick."

"Okay, it's simple: I'm..." but the look she's giving him, her full attention on him, waiting expectantly for what he's about to say makes him a little shy. "I am, uh..."

"What?" She claps like she's rushing a dog. "Say it already, I need to go!"

"I'M A VIRGIN"

There's a pause where Melissa watches him expressionless, then she turns her back to him and starts heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?!"

"To my party."

"But but but, you didn't hear what I said?"

"Oh I did, I'm sure our neighbors heard it too, you made sure of it. But this isn't what you think it is, Roier. It's just a normal party."

Her hand is already on the doorknob, he can't believe he fucked this up so badly.

"What? No, I know! That's not what I meant! I just want to meet people, take this off the way before my classes start."

In reality, he planned to do it before he moved here, during early summer, but he was so jittery about the move that he couldn't think about that. In high school, Roier has always felt uncomfortable with the idea of having sex with anyone he knew. Any guy from school, that he knew since he was a child, or even one of his neighbors. It just felt too seen, too close for comfort. He wanted something new, exciting and different. And most of all, someone who he could be with without the fear of it reaching his abuelo's ears. 

"Ro, I'm sorry, but I can't take you to a party knowing that you plan on getting laid. I'm gonna have to take care of you the whole night, and how can I know you found someone nice to do it with? If they're gonna be good to you? Especially because, well," she gestures vaguely towards him, her dangling bracelets jiggling against each other, "You like men right?"

"Yeah," he blushes a bit, never really having talked about it with anyone else. Meaning, this is his first time coming out too! But for some reason, Melissa already knew.

"Men aren't shit, babe." She shakes her head disappointedly.

"I know but I also know how to defend myself. I'm very excited with the new stuff but I'm not naive, if someone is bothering me, I can leave or defend myself if it comes to it."

"But then again, why do you want to rush things? Why not let it happen naturally?"

"I'm not just gonna fuck the first guy who speaks to me, but if I'm gonna meet someone attractive to do it, it definitely won't be at orientation!"

Already thinking back at it, it feels wrong to even consider any of the guys he met today for something like this. It's like they're all brothers now or something. Even though the Missa guy was quite cute. And tall.

Melissa keeps her silence, looking at him with the disapproving look their abuelo gives them when he's affectionately exasperated, but Roier knows she's strongly considering. He's almost there...

"Please Meli, if I get settled and start meeting people I'm gonna lose the courage. It's gonna be just like high school, full of friends but no hoes and I'll be a virgin until I'm thirty!"

Melissa lets out a sigh, defeated, rolling her eyes, and Roier almost smiles excitedly, but he holds it until she confirms it.

"Okay, okay. But! Rules: don't accepted drinks from strangers, don't snort or consume anything people give you. In fact, don't even accept weed, even if just a drag. And if you do go home with someone, share his name and your location with me, understood?"

Roier has already been nodding along with everything she's saying since the start. She doesn't need to tell him that, actually. The thing is that Roier doesn't see the appeal in doing drugs, even if just weed. And he does think it's a good idea to have her have his location just in case. Imagine dying because you were chasing dick a few days before the classes start? It'd be so fucking pathetic that he'd hide from everyone in the afterlife.

After a quick hug, and many many complains from Melissa, she gives him a few minutes to shower before going. He insisted in this even more than he insisted on going to this party, because he has been out since morning and sweat and body odor and tiredness aren't that attractive in real life, so he doesn't want his partner to leave with the impression that he's one of those guy's who don't care much about hygiene.

He cleans up quickly, not having much time to opening himself up at the risk of Melissa leaving without him, but this will have to do. He'll just have to prep in the moment, under pressure, no big deal.

He's surprised to see her still in the living room, actually waiting for him. He half expected her to pull the same move their abuelo used to pull on him when he was younger, telling him he could come with as long as he showered, then bailing while Roier was in the bathroom. Since she's older and was always the choose one to accompany abuelo in his chores, Melissa got to laugh at his face many, many times, because he fell for this trick more times than he would like to admit.

In the car, Melissa keeps trying to put some sense into him, giving him safety tips on who to avoid, on who not to piss off and on who he definitely should never try to fuck.

Roier is almost fluttering away through the open window, trying to listen to Melissa so she doesn't get mad at him for not paying attention but thinking and re-thinking this whole situation again. It's the freedom he always dreamed of, everything he was missing back in high school, still he can't help but feel nervous, regret and guilt raising, the pillars of Roier's auto sabotage all through those years.

He starts thinking about how disappointed his Abuelo would be now if he knew what Roier was doing. If he saw him right now, he'd have a heart attack and disown Roier on his deathbed. For being gay? Maybe, maybe not. Roier is not sure, but there's a good chance he will be the "I love you anyway" type of parent. Now, for whoring around before the classes even start? For going out with the sole objective of having sex? That would send the old man into an early grave.

So knowing this, why is Roier still doing it?

But it's too late to change his mind now, Melissa would be pissed if she had to drive him back to the apartment, she'd probably miss everything interesting at the party with how late it would be if she were to do that. Also, Roier kinda looks up to her, so having to go and admit that yes, he's too much of a baby, stupid and scared to go through with this even if he wants it so much would be disappointing. She'd think he's a fucking loser.

But he can still go and enjoy the party without the weight of the sex thing making him nervous, just drink a bit and maybe make friends and talk! Roier is good at that.

As soon as she parks, she turns to look at him.

"Okay, I'll walk in first, you wait a few minutes and then you can go. Don't talk to me inside there, unless you're dying, understood?" She holds his shoulder, turning him to force eye contact, her face serious and worried, "Do not. Get me. In trouble."

Roier looks at the door, there's a bunch of people in the front yard, looking way out of their minds already.

"What if they don't let me go in? I don't know anyone besides you."

She directs him a look that calls him stupid in a million languages.

"Look at those people," she points at the very same people Roier was looking. Yep, still drunk and still acting stupid, "Do you think anyone there will care that you're walking in?"

Right, when she puts it like that… They don't seem like they remember their own names.

So Roier waits on the sidewalk as she walks up to the door, trying to look casual, and to look like he definitely didn't just came out of the same car as Melissa. She disappears inside the house and Roier counts seven minutes — that were supposed to be ten but he got anxious — before he follows her in.

The seconds between walking towards the door and walking through it feel like the most dangerous of Roier's life, like when you're going through the metal detector at the airport and even though you know you have nothing illegal on you, you still get tense just in case you accidentally packed two pounds of cocaine and hid a knife in your ass.

But just as in the airport, nothing bad happens, he's not deemed terrorist and he's not arrested for trespassing, he just enters the loudest room he's even been in.

There's so many people. He's impressed so many bodies could occupy the same space like this, he's even more impressed that no one seems to be bothered by the general grinding and humping that's going on. It's like a huge orgy foreplay happening right there in the open. Or at least that's what Roier already considers as foreplay. Gosh, there's a man and a woman in the middle there that are straight up fucking with clothes on.

He doesn't see Melissa around, no one else seems to have noticed him. Roier immediately moves, trying to find any place less crowded to wind up, avoiding the collective fuck going on in the middle and sticking close to the walls. He finds a door that leads to a kitchen, thankfully. There are still people around, but much much less than in the living room, so Roier can let out a sight of relief when he enters.

He finds the closest seat near a wall and takes it, rubbing his clammy hands on his jeans to get rid of the sweat. He breathes in, out, and shakes himself. He can do this. He is someone friendly and charismatic, in high school he even had a little bit of popularity. He had made up this type of persona, not really so far fetched from his real personality, just a bit more exaggerated, chattier, louder and shameless, to be able to get some attention. He can do it here too, no one has to know he's a freshman, that this is his first college party, that he's sweating and shaking under his jacket.

And maybe he just needs a little bit of liquid courage, so he walks up to a drink table, full of different, very unnaturally colored liquids, with a strong smell that burns his nose when he gets closer. There are a few people there, serving themselves with vile combinations, so Roier nods to two guys that turn to look at him. They immediately leave, but at least one of them nods back.

Okay, he watched other people do it, it can't be hard. He grabs a red cup and is ready to make the best drink to get friends at your first party as an adult, except the containers don't have indicators and he has no idea what's inside each bowl. And what the heck are all those colors? Should he just instantly know?

Not wanting to stall too much and look like he doesn't know what to do, Roier randomly chooses one bowl and drops a good portion of colored liquid into his cup. And not wanting to look like the boring guy who gets one simple drink and leaves, he chooses a second bowl and motions to mix it inside his cup.

"Oh, wow," Someone behind him in line interrupts, startling him enough to almost spill the whole thing. "I don't think you should do that, that's gonna get you knocked down."

Irritated by the unsolicited opinion, Roier turns to see the person talking to him. It's a guy. The first, most noticeable thing about him are his piercing blue eyes, shining with amusement, almost as if mocking, directed are Roier. He's taller by a tiny bit, hair a lighter brown shade with a white strand at the front. He's… Cute. Handsome, a bit intimidating with that look in his eyes. He also might be a bit drunk.

Roier feints confidence. "Don't worry, I'm used to it."

Instead of the acceptance Roier expected, the guy's eyes squint with his smile, and now Roier is sure he's being laughed at.

"Really? Wow, high tolerance you have."

Since he's already there, backing down is not an option, so Roier musters up his best little shit impression, squares his shoulders with fake confidence, and meets that icy blue, "Uh-huh, I drink this all the time."

The guy's lips, pink with the pressure of his holding it between his teeth, stretches bigger.

"That's impressive. Hey, Foosh!" He shouts all of the sudden, which someone else responds back from afar with a 'WHAT?', "This guy here is mixing your Dazzling Impure Cloying Knavish acid mix and Mike's God Crying Green Mud pounch…"

"NO PLEASE, NO! NO HOSPITALS TODAY, PLEASE." The Foosh guy implores, looking at them with despair in his eyes, looking like he is having war flashbacks.

Roier feels he got caught, this man definitely did it on purpose to prove that he is not, in fact, used to this, but Roier is in too deep, and he won't embarrass himself more by backing down and admitting defeat. He'll just… Get rid of this guy and pour the drink in some sink or toilet and pretend he took it like a champ.

"That's coming from our tank…" He takes the apparently deathly drink from Roier's hand and he thinks of protesting, but who would that benefit? He's happy to get rid of it. The guy has already started making him a different one. He does it so fast and efficient that Roier can't keep up with the process, just suddenly there's a new, yellow drink in his hand, "Here, why don't you try this one?"

Roier looks inside the new cup, it smells a bit more welcoming, less like it wants to melt his nose with it's acid.

The guy in front of him snorts.

"Trying to make it out by the scent?" Still wanting to keep the facade of someone who is an expert in drinking and does it like, every Thursday, Roier nods. "What do you say?"

"…"

Roier has no idea. It smells like alcohol and sweet. Just that. But isn't every drink like that? Bit it's also yellow in a more natural tone than the ones on the bowls, those honestly look radioactive. There are also tiny black dots inside that make Roier suspicious.

"It's… Very sweet and definitely alcoholic," he gets a sarcastically impressed eyebrow raise from the guy. "It's definitely not beer."

The man laughs, which annoys Roier a lot, but he looks pretty cute when he does it, so he let's it slide.

"Definitely not."

Roier brings the drink to his nose again, taking another sniff, but nothing has changed since the last one and he still has no idea what's in it. But it can't be hard, right? What's normal stuff people must have in college parties?

"Oh, I know!" he exclaims, meaning it to himself, but ending up getting the guy's attention again, "It's definitely tequila."

"…Almost!" This one was definitely sarcastic. "It's like its cousin, it's called caipirinha."

Roier has never hear of a caipirinha before, but guessing close brings him newfound confidence.

"Caipirinha, sure… It was my second guess."

Roier takes a sip of the drink, and he has to concentrate like he never had in his life, to keep his face from scrunching at the horrible taste. He's instantly overwhelmed by the bitter feeling of alcohol burning his taste buds, paired with the barely there sweetness of... Something fruity…

"Is this passion fruit?"

"Yeah, and cachaça. Brazilian alcohol."

Brazilian? Roier has quite the knowledge about Brazil, knows all the memes and stuff, he even watches movies in Portuguese sometimes, but he definitely never looked up information about brazilian beverages. With that information, Roier is glad he didn't make a face at the taste, he wouldn't want to piss of the brazilian who brought this.

Just as he was about to answer, a few people behind them in line start pushing them forward, trying to make their way further to reach the bowls. The man puts a hand on Roier's shoulder and starts pushing him along, away from it.

"Let's leave before we piss off drunk people, that's not something anyone wants."

Roier lets himself be guided by him, not really knowing where he would go if the guy left him alone. It gives him a bit of anxiety now, to think of being alone. The same one he felt when he separated from Melissa at the door. Is he really so desperately lost in this place that he attaches himself to the first person that speaks to him? It's so… Pathetic.

"I'm Cellbit, by the way."

"Roier," He gathers up courage to take another sip. It's not the worst thing he's ever drank, but it's still alcohol and Roier honestly only drinks for social reasons and not because he really likes it. Technically, he shouldn't even be drinking, so…

"I've never seen you on campus," Which, fair, because Roier just arrived, but isn't the campus super fucking big? How is it even surprising that they never met? Unless this Cellbit guy is the real social butterfly Roier is trying to pretend he is, "Are you friends with the host? I mean Foolish, not Mike."

"Yeah, I'm new here," Roier has no idea who any of those are, but assumes this is their house, "No, I… Only met him once, I'm kind of gatecrashing. Don't tell anyone."

Cellbit laughs out loud, and it's almost swallowed by the loud music, but they have huddled up closely near a wall so Roier can hear it pretty clearly. It's a nice laugh.

For some reason, this is what brings Roier's mind back to his main objective. It's not that he forgot, it's just that being here is already stressful by itself, if he had to think about the wooing someone into his bed thing before he was at least tipsy, he'd combust and die.

But even though he found someone that was nice and talked to him, it doesn't mean he's interested. It could just be that Cellbit is friendly — which, by the way three people now have said their hellos while passing by ever since they came out of the kitchen, it seems like he is —, it's very possible that he doesn't even like men, or is homophobic or something. Roier has to thread carefully. He doesn't want to be known as the gay newby who hit on Major Macho Hetero on his first ever college party.

"Don't worry about it, Foolish wouldn't mind. Mike isn't even here. So you're new here? From out of state?"

"Yeah, I just moved here," Roier is getting a bit nervous with the conversation being about him, especially because he is holding a drink, so he tries to shift it, "And you?"

Cellbit laughs again.

"If I'm new? No, I'm old. Very." The joke goes over his head, if that was supposed to be one. For sure, Cellbit looks a bit older than Roier, but he's probably a senior, right? "But anyway, I should probably introduce you to the others, so you get familiarized with people."

Not that it's not nice of him, but Roier didn't ask for that. Actually, Cellbit just came and started talking to him like they were friends. He's starting to think this is some elaborate prank on the new guy and everyone in this room is in on it. It could be anxiety talking, but it could also happen, for sure it must have happened to someone before.

His thoughts must be transparent on his face because Cellbit tilts his head in a inquisitive way and then hums while nodding, "I admit, I saw you looking a bit lost and I thought to talk to you, to help you blend in, you know?"

"Ah, aren't you so nice?" Roier didn't manage to mask the sarcasm. He doesn't mean it in a bad way, but for people who are meeting him for the first time, it could sound a bit condescending.

Roier cringes inside, but Cellbit laughs again, genuine, "Yeah, yeah, I'm the nicest person here, so you better not take it for granted."

"Well, then you must know everyone here, please do introduce me around,"

Cellbit opens his mouth to say something, then his eyes seem to catch something over Roier's shoulders and he flinches, looking away quickly. Roier can't even finish his 'what?' as he turns to look, because Cellbit pulls his face back forward. The movement brings them a bit closer, enough that Roier can smell cologne and the alcohol in his breath when he speaks again.

"This one you definitely don't need to meet right now. Don't even make eye contact."

This should make Roier worried, but they are very close, more than would be socially acceptable for two people who just met. So much so that if Roier wasn't clearly attracted to him, he'd be feeling uncomfortable. So forgive him if that is a bit more pressing at the moment than someone Cellbit thinks he shouldn't meet.

"Cellbit!" They can hear a loud voice shout, even with the music, because it's so fucking loud he could be using a speaker. "How are you doing today, my guy?"

As much as Roier dreads to lose the proximity, he follows Cellbit's lead and raises his head when he does, putting some distance back between them and giving the third person their attention.

It's… a guy. That's all Roier really gathers from him.

"Oh, hi, Pierre. Didn't see you there," It's as clear as day that Cellbit dislikes this person. Maybe dislike is watering it down, Cellbit hates his guts.

"Seems you're a little busy, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows, making Roier's face feel hot. Did it look like that from an outside view? "You want something today? A little candy, hehe?"

"Same answer as always, man. No, thanks."

The guy tsks, disappointed, then turns to look at Roier. "And your friend? Are you interested in something sweet?"

It's all so sketchy, the way he says it, his smile, the way he reaches into his pocket… Roier shares a look with Cellbit, asking for guidance.

"He's fine too, but thanks. See you some other time?" It's a clear dismissal, and the Pierre guy nods, his smile becomes knowing.

"Oh, hoho, I see, I see." he looks between Roier and Cellbit, and winks. He winks. "I'll leave you guys to it."

Roier is still frozen in place with the interaction as the guy finally turns and leaves. When he's finally far away, Cellbit sighs and turns to him.

"That guy… If he ever offers you anything, anything," He holds Roier's shoulders, speaking in a serious voice, like a life or death situation. "I mean it, anything, don't accept it. It'll be drugs."

Okay, Roier is not stupid, he assumed it was drugs, but still. Wow, this is his first time being offered drugs. This is one of the scenarios his abuelo warned him so much about but he thought were a television thing. Who goes around offering drugs?!

"Okay...?"

"Anything, Roier," Cellbit shakes his shoulders, "Candy? Lunch? Coffee? Water? The fucking class notes? All codes for drugs. Don't accept."

"Okay, jeez!" Cellbit's hands feel good on his shoulders, even during this weird ass talk. Roier couldn't help but notice Cellbit didn't care nor did he made an effort to correct the guy on his assumption that they were… What, flirting? Kissing? It doesn't matter, he implied something and Cellbit let him assume. A straight guy would have corrected it, right? Otherwise he'll be mistaken as gay.

"Whatever, there are other, more nice people you could meet, but I see there's a pool table and Foolish is in the middle so… All the attention is there. Do you wanna go watch it? Or do you want another drink?"

"No, it's fine. For both questions."

He's aware he should look for options for his hookup plans, but Cellbit is right here and he's nice and most importantly, good looking, so why go chasing? And if he's not interested, then Roier will have to look elsewhere… Later…

So then, with the person chosen, what's left for Roier to do is his best, most mastered subject: flirting.

"Actually, I think I'll take another drink," He looks at Cellbit from below, head lowered slightly, pulling his best doe-eyes. He gets the drink from Cellbit's hand and looks directly at him as he takes a sip. It's the caipirinha again, another flavor, and it's getting easier to not scrunch his face at it, maybe he's getting used to it.

"Dance with me?"

Once Roier is set back into his objective, he can use the confidence he makes up, on a fake it till you make it kind of way. He even forgets to sweat nervously waiting for Cellbit's answer. But he only smiles and takes the hand Roier is offering, being them more towards the middle of the dance floor. Not too in the middle since it's still crowded in there.

Roier would be a family failure if he didn't know how to dance, being Melissa's cousin and all. Cellbit is a bit more strained, not a lot of movement on his hips and not much rhythm to his swinging. As much as he wanted to be held by the waist and provoke his dance partner with his hips, Roier finds himself being the one to guide Cellbit's moves by his waist, laughing at the way he follows Roier's commands with jokingly flourish.

The music doesn't help, being a basic straight people's electronic beat, but he makes do with what he has. While they're there, Roier starts loosing up to the moment, forgetting about being new here, about upperclassmen catching him on the act of crashing the party, about his abuelo seeing him with a man.

"Hey, that's pretty nice! You're a good dancer," Cellbit compliments, now daring to move in different ways than the awkward back and forth he was doing before. He even swings his hips a little, and thought his loose jeans don't show much of his baggage, Roier can see a glimpse of it, like a teasing taste of what he can't have.

"Am I? I'm not used to dancing with a partner, I'm better at solo."

He used to practice some performances with Melissa back when they lived together with their abuelo, but it wasn't the usual girl-boy dance. It was more like Melissa teaching him to twerk and even an attempt to pole dancing. In hindsight, he shouldn't have been so surprised with her new profession.

"I mean, I don't even dance at all,"

"Oh, I can tell," Roier teases without thinking, but Cellbit laughs out loud before Roier can regret his brain to mouth filter malfunctioning.

"Hey, I'm trying my best, okay?" Cellbit decides right then that he needs to switch their position, to assert dominance or something, and takes Roier's hand to turn him around, "And how did you learn?"

A shiver runs down his spine at the question being whispered directly on his nape, and Cellbit is not really focusing on the answer when he keeps nosing the hair there, honest to God inhaling Roier's scent. Sniffing him. For a bit, Roier is worried he might be smelling too strongly there, with the dancing and the closed space with so many people, he's obviously been sweating. But isn't that appealing sexually? Roier applied cologne before he left home, so the sweat should at least be mixed with the musk of the essence and he read in romance books that people like that combination, go as far as to even think it is sexy.

Besides, Cellbit doesn't complain, and keeps nosing the place, so close Roier can feel his lips brushing on his exposed skin.

Their closeness isn't only reduced to their heads. Cellbit is glued to his back head to toe, his arms wrapped around Roier, daring to travel up and down the sides of his hips, and he can even feel the movement of Cellbit's waist behind him, a soft, tentative grinding. Roier swallows a noise of contempt, not so much as a moan yet, but more pathetic, closer to a whimper.

"Melissa trained me," It takes a long while for him to even remember Cellbit's question. "Melissa is my cousin."

"Ah, she did very good," Cellbit is saying, and he lets out a low gasp as Roier pushes back against him, letting his ass rub the front of his jeans.

All of this is new to Roier, as it has been stated, so just this slight hint of teasing is already making knots form in his lower belly, his stomach whopping with somersaults. He's dreamed of being like this before, during his hidden, quiet nights under a blanket, thinking about a man — or a boy, depending on the stage of his life —, especially about touching, seeing, or feeling his cock. To feel it now behind him, as he rolls his hips to try and make out the exact shape of it, frustrated with the thick material of their clothes being in the way, Roier is the horniest he's ever been.

He lets out a sigh, a wet kiss being planted at his nape. It brings to attention that he's been letting this guy rub all over him for some time now, songs coming and going, and they haven't even kissed yet. He turns back around to face him, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"It's pretty rude to do all this exploring without even a little kiss, you know?" He uses his teasing tone, as if he's not shaking with the anxiety because hey, if it does end up working and Cellbit does kiss him, it'll be his first kiss too. He doesn't know how to do it.

Surely, he's done his research on the internet, looked up written descriptions, saw millions of pictures and videos of people doing it. He even… We'll, he even practiced a little bit on the mirror, but who didn't?

Still, he thinks this will be pretty different and also nerve-wracking if he thinks too much about it. If Cellbit gives any sign that it wasn't good, Roier will simply pretend to pass out from drunkenness and drop out of university to go back to abuelo's house and work at tío Alberto's store. He pays $2,30 an hour!

Cellbit smiles, his eyes becoming small when he does it. That's got to be a good reaction, right? It doesn't seem like a mocking one.

"You're so right, let me make it up to you?"

Suddenly, his hands are on either side of Roier's face, pulling him closer. For the first time in his life, Roier feels lips against his.

The electrifying wave of butterflies that fill belly is momentarily sickening. His chest feels so full it makes him fear bursting out of nowhere. There is a man, someone he finds attractive, someone he feels desire for, kissing him! His eyes fall tightly shut, he swallows in fear his mouth will be full of saliva when Cellbit decides to add tongue to the mix.

For a moment, that's all they have, a touch of their lips, stationary, their noses touching in a funny way. Roier pulls back a little and tries adjusting the angle so that they're out of the way and when their mouth meet again, there's a bit of added wetness there. Still, when Cellbit moves his lips, they're mostly shut, and don't make any motion to part them, or even tries to make Roier open his mouth. It becomes disappointing after a minute or two.

Is that it? Is this all there is to a kiss? It's so different from what he read about, and what he watched. He thought there would be more movement, more wetness, more tongue. In novels, the love interest's tongue is always invading the protagonist's mouth, forcing their lips open. Is that just fantasy?

But then again, Roier has also stumbled upon the rabbit hole of Reddit posts about kissing, and some people complained that gringos kiss like this, close mouthed. Roier refused to believe it, he thought maybe those people were kissing bad kissers. But apparently it is true. Or is it just that the one flaw Cellbit has is this? This might be even worse.

Roier feels himself wilting in disappointment. He pulls back, but can't help but shiver at the hands still touching, squeezing him.

"…Happy?" Cellbit seems hesitant for some reason. Did he notice that Roier was disappointed?

"Yeah," Roier fakes a smile, "Very much."

Trying to swallow the disappointment, Roier turns back around and initiates their dance back again. At least the shape of Cellbit through his pants didn't seem to disappoint if Roier could feel it with layers of jeans between them.

They dance and keep for a little while. Cellbit starts asking questions at some point, which still make Roier nervous. He questioned the fact that he never saw Roier around, since Roier is a friend of Foolish and Cellbit is one of his best buddies apparently. Leave it to Roier to be caught lying to the one person who's best friends with the guy he pretended to know. Also, he's pretty sure they already had this conversation, or is he getting drunk? 

As the best strategy to lying is to tell a half truth, Roier tells him only about being new here, but leaves out the information that he technically doesn't even go here yet. Says that he asked this Foolish guy for information and he helped him find his way around campus, and prays that this guy is an extrovert enough that he would absolutely do that. It seems that he is, since Cellbit smiles and nods with a convinced expression — and considering the fact that he is hosting a whole party.

At that point, in fear of more questions, he asks Cellbit to grab him another drink. In a few minutes, Cellbit is back with a whole bottle. It's scary to be presented to it as if he is just someone who will drink this like it's water, but at least Cellbit does most of the work with it. Roier doesn't even notice his cup is refilled three times and empty in a few minutes.

Their conversations wander to safer, easier topics. They discuss a bit about the music playing, one that keeps repeating only the same word. Cellbit hears a crazy word with a LR sound which is WRONG and STUPID, because Roier hears an ER sound.

Cellbit is a good conversionalist, when he starts talking about his adventures with the host guy — who sounds clinically insane — and the everlasting competition they have going on to one up each other in every possible activity ever, Roier doesn't have to worry about tricky questions to answer. Which is good, considering he starts feeling a bit tipsy after that third drink and couldn't really discern why he needed to lie in the first place. Cellbit is such a cool, funny, honest guy, so why deceive him? Roier can't remember.

They don't kiss anymore, but at some point they end up pressed against each other, chest to chest, as if they're dancing a slow song despite the upbeat music still playing. The alcohol combined with the closeness combined with the previous intention of getting laid tonight are all merging together to form the Voltron of suppressed arousal. Roier is almost resorting to start rubbing himself all over Cellbit, in a worst manner than what they were doing before, and just let him deal with it.

Thankfully, Cellbit seems to notice his state and chuckles at his neck where he had his teasing grazing lips.

"Wanna go somewhere more private?"

Just hearing that question makes the heat bubbling in his core tenfold, shiver raising the hair on his arms. He nods, then holds the "please" on his tongue. Tipsy, but aware of his fear of sounding desperate.

They take Cellbit's car to go to his house, and Roier takes that moment to shoot Melissa a message with Cellbit's name and his phone's location, just so she relaxes about his safety.

Although they talk idly on the way, Roier can't keep his leg from bouncing. Actually, he is keeping it at low level by keeping his hand on top of his knee, because if he were to let go, he'd be raising dust from the car mat with how fast it'd be bouncing. He's all nerves, the passenger window fully open just in case Roier ends up being sick. God, he hopes he doesn't, that'd be a mood killer.

His phone pings back with a message from Melissa.

MELI:

WAIT CELLBIT? NOO EW

ROIER:

WAT

WHAT

MELISSA WHAT IS HE A KILLER OR

OR WHAT

DOES HE HAVE AN STD??

OMG ANSWER ME MAN IM IMSIDE HIS CAR ON THE WAY TO.HIS HOUSE!!!!

MELI:

omg no jajajajajg

sorry

hes nice but >>old<<

he was supposed to have graduated last semester but he failed a few classes

idk

he's already late and fails his classes too?

bruh loser

ROIER:

i mean im not planning on raising a child with him or smth

i just want his dick

and he was pretty nice yeah

cute too

handsome actually

puro pedazo de guapo

un pedazote

MELI:

ALRIGHT I GET IT

ok then have fun and be responsible

wear protection, use lube✨

and if anything, use your knife to stab him in the balls

and run

and call me. ill rescue you

Roier locks his phone and spends the rest of the way talking Cellbit's ears off. He's jittery with excitement and nervousness, so his unbound chattery is unleashed for all the 7 minutes they were on the road. Cellbit doesn't seem to mind, humming in agreement with some things, adding comments of his own, even when the subject is as stupid as the pop song playing on the radio. ("Who even listens to radio stations anymore?" to what Cellbit defended "I do, it's so good to find new songs, it's better when I don't want to think of a playlist for a short ride," which makes Roier livid because there are a whole lot of songs you could hear in seven minutes, so he better choose carefully and then Cellbit gets distracted telling him about a brazilian song that is eleven minutes long and that's how Roier learns Cellbit is brazilian! He is the guy to brought the caipirinhas to the party! And why didn't he say it earlier??)

The apartment is nice, not super extra or expensive looking, but the neighborhood is quiet and feels safe and there's a night doorman, which Roier's and Melissa's apartment doesn't have.

If feels a little shameful to walk past that man on his way up to Cellbit's, it's like if he looks this guy in the eye for more than five seconds he's gonna see a knowing judgment in his eyes, sounding like so you're gay and about to lose your virginity? your abuelo would love to know and it's so fucking weird to think that but he just can't help but feel like everyone knows what they're about to do and that this is his first time doing it.

Apparently, Cellbit is roommates with the Foolish guy, who's not expected to even think in coming back home tonight, so they have the apartment for themselves. He feels a bit unsettled when Cellbit tells him that because, what, does that mean he wants to do anything out here in the living room? Or the kitchen? Roier wouldn't feel too comfortable, scared that they'd be walked in even with all the reassurance.

He can't have adding something else to the anxiety of his first time, which would probably make him more tense and impossible to come, that would make him look broken and weird so his life would end forever before he even began his college life.

As he's spiraling, Cellbit has closed the door and motioned towards the place vaguely, presenting his home, then he grabs Roier's hand and smiles at him, pulling him towards a closed door.

It's so obviously his room. First of all, everything smells like him. Roier thinks he should probably ask what brand of cologne he uses because it has to be a good one for it to take the whole room. The bed is not enormous, but looks comfortable and well made, beige sheets clean looking. He has a few figurines on his bedside table, Roier recognizes as Ghostface miniatures, some alien looking figures and a few more he can't quite make out just from the quick look. There's also a Switch sitting there besides them. A little plant hanging from the window, a board of pictures that Roier also can't go take a peek because hands make their way around his waist from behind, the heat of a body leaning on him shouldn't be this familiar and comfortable after only discovering it today.

"Do you want a tour on my decor or do you want to makeout a bit more?" Cellbit whispers in his ear, letting his lips brush against the sensitive, untouched skin of his ear.

Roier urgently has to learn how to suppress a shiver, because he feels very exposed with the ones he has all in the open for Cellbit to see.

He turns on Cellbit's hold, wrapping his arms around his neck and brings their lips together. It's funny, having the confidence to do that considering just a few hours ago he would die of mortification just at the thought of doing this.

The kiss is pretty much the same as before, which Roier got used to, although he still thinks kissing on mexican telenovelas looked more exciting and full of action. At least he can say he became an expert at doing it. If he thinks about it, it's good that it is this simple, considering he was scared about the whole tongue situation. Now he can focus on exploring with his hands, running them all over Cellbit's large shoulder, squeezing his biceps, feeling them up, runs his fingers on longer hair, holding him by the nape, and feel in control for once.

Just as he is starting to even like kissing like this, Cellbit makes a noise of complain, pulls away from Roier's lips, quick to tilt his head just so and lean in again full force, wet tongue touching Roier's mouth.

He jumps back, panicked.

"I, uh… There's something I should tell you!" He didn't really have anything to say, it's just that he couldn't really open his mouth that much, scared his saliva would transfer to Cellbit's mouth. Not a normal amount, but a whole mouthful of it or something, how disgusting would that be? Before he thinks anymore, he hears himself talking, ”I never… I didn't— I mean, it's just that, don't laugh, okay? This is all new to me! I never did this with anyone before!"

"Never, really? That's crazy," It's not that Cellbit sounds unconvinced exactly, but he does sound a little skeptical.

Which Roier is unsure how to to feel about. Should he be offended? Is it that Cellbit thinks someone his age should already have experience? Or does he believe Roier is lying for fun? Or to seem coy, if people are attracted to that?

Does he think Roier looks like a whore?!

"Well, let's fix it then." Before Roier can sum up the energy to be mad about it, Cellbit pulls him in again and kisses him.

And oh, really kisses him.

In seconds after their lips collide, Roier feels the wetness of a tongue parting his lips open, and he was so surprised by it that he doesn't even fight the invasion. When he realizes, there's a second tongue in his mouth, moving against his, tasting like alcohol and lemon caipirinha and ginger. While Roier's body is still frozen stunned, his mind runs a hundred miles per millisecond.

So this is real kissing, tongue and wetness and clashing teeth. Are their teeth supposed to clash? Roier thinks no because when it happens, Cellbit moves his head in a different angle and avoids it happening again. He's doing all the work, Roier definitely should do something. They've been tongue kissing for what, 10 seconds? And Roier is still standing there like an idiot, mouth slightly agape and paralyzed, only taking whatever Cellbit wants to do. That can't be good for him, right? To kiss someone who won't make an effort back? So Roier decides to test the waters too, moving his tongue in random direction.

Is he supposed to try and tongue "battle" with Cellbit? Or is he supposed to go the other way and just rub them together like scrubbing dishes? Is he supposed to put one top of the other? Side by side? Under? That's so weird and counterintuitive.

At least his fear of spitting copious amounts of saliva inside his partner's mouth doesn't seem too close to happening. In really, when he isn't overthinking about it, it seems unlikely to happen, and they continue kissing for God knows how long until it leaves him breathless.

"Mn," Cellbit pulls away from the kiss with a knowing smile.

"What? 'mn' what?" Still drunk in the kiss, Roier barely registers it enough to analyze.

"Nothing, just. Have you not kissed anyone before?"

The heat that rises on his face would be enough to fry an egg, sobering him up instantly. Roier just told him about the lack of experience! Before, he thought if he even decided not to tell, maybe the other person wouldn't even notice. Everybody always preaches "you will know what to do when the time comes" and "it will come to you naturally" and it did feel natural while they were doing it, once he stopped overthinking and followed Cellbit's lead and it felt pretty good, but now he's doubting how good it actually was for someone experienced.

"I literally just told you I didn't! Why? Was it that bad?" he tries leaving Cellbit's embrace, pushing his hands away from where they rest on his waist, while hiding his face that's probably bright red from the embarrassment, if the heat still burning his cheeks is any indication.

"Stop, it was fine. I thought you only meant having sex, not kissing too. I wasn't even really sure if I believed what you said about being a virgin."

Roier gets even more indignant at that, struggling harder, "But now I kissed so bad you believed it?! Fuck off pendejo de mierda"

"EI! No, no, that's not it! Stop being so prickly, you told me that so shamelessly, why are you being like this now? I'm just saying that I didn't think someone with your appearance would be inexperienced. Let alone never having kissed anyone! I'm just surprised. But it was good, and we'll practice it to perfection tonight."

"Oh, are we now?" Roier raises an eyebrow, torn between being mad at the offense from earlier and perking up at the promise.

"Yes," Cellbit just keeps his sly smile, approaching Roier's face again. He accepts the kiss because he just learned how good it is to be kissed, so for now, he will make use of what Cellbit has to offer, even though he still wants to push him off the window.

Roier really has to practice the breathing part a bit more, he gets breathless too easily and it shortens their mouth on mouth time.

"What— What did you say about my appearance?" He pulls away, catching up to their conversation.

"I said I didn't believe no one's ever kissed a face like yours," Cellbit has this sly, charming smile, and the flirting is clear as day in his voice.

Roier thinks he's romanticizing whatever shit he said before, but he can't remember what the previous phrase was, and honestly, Roier isn't the strongest person to this okay? He falls for it easily. He will only take it because he loves being complimented.

His arms wrap around Cellbit's neck again, the closeness just feels amazing, Roier himself can't believe he missed on this for so long, "It was more my choice, I guess. The guys from my school didn't appeal to me much."

For starters, none of them were gay. At least that Roier knows, but even if they were, he's never met someone as beautiful as Cellbit, let alone someone who looked like that and was willing to kiss his stupid mouth. Roier wouldn't want them either.

"From school? You mean college?

"Huh? No, like, high school," if they were more familiar with each other, Roier would have added a ',stupid' at the end there.

Cellbit furrows his brows further,  "High school? What the fuck?"

"What?"

Was he too drunk this whole time? Roier literally told him he was just starting at this university, what did he think that meant?!

"I thought you were switching colleges!" He raised his hands in outrage.

"No man, I'm starting here next week!"

Now, instead of just his eyebrows shooting up, Cellbit's eye bulge out. It's funny because he has blue pale eyes and that expression makes him look like a meme Roier saw on Twitter, and he doesn't want be laughing right now, considering Cellbit looks like a crisis is catching up to him. 

"You're a freshman?!

"Did you not realize?" Roier almost wants to point to himself, like, duh?!

"No? I mean, I thought you were just, like, shy."

What the fuck? What does shyness have to do with anything? God, Roier is tired of this conversation, he wants to go back to kissing into oblivion and if the universe allows, get railed tonight.

(He wanted to say 'if God allows' but he felt weird using God's name in a sex subject, so he had to quickly find a replacement.)

To make up for his embarrassment, he resorts to teasing Cellbit.

"You should be more careful, you know, bringing boys to your house if you're not sure of their age," He pokes the chest in from of him, delighted with the disgusted reaction that gets from Cellbit.

"Well, I mean, to be there at the party, you'd have to be at least eighteen, right?" He starts explaining himself kinda nervously, almost as he got caught and getting questioned by the police, "And to be in college, so. I just, man, you really don't really look that young. Are you coming late?"

"No? I literally just finished high school."

"That's crazy... Wait," Cellbit looks at him again, analyzing, something akin to dread starts to show in his eyes, "You are eighteen, right?"

Roier pretends to hesitate, as if he was lying, just to make Cellbit squirm. Someone else has to be anxious tonight, it can't just be Roier, "... Yes?"

Cellbit throws his hands in the air, indignant.

"Don't sound so uncertain! For God's sake, you're eighteen, right?" He asks now, more seriously and worried. It's so fun to tease him. At first, he seemed so self assured and confident that Roier was even a bit intimidated to be talking to him, but now that he's realized Cellbit is just easily baited, he's found a gold pot.

"Maaaaybe," He can't keep the teasing tinge out of his voice.

"Oh God," Cellbit jumps to the other side of the room and Roier dies laughing.

"I'm joking, I'm joking. I'm eighteen, man, it's fine. I swear. Maybe."

"Keep teasing me, do that, I'll make you pull your ID to prove it."

Good thing Roier does, in fact, carries his ID with him. His abuelo made sure to scare him into carrying it everywhere, in fear of dying somewhere random and being buried as indigent.

"Sorry, sorry. I am eighteen! It's fine, but if I wasn't, then what?" Roier approaches him, closer to the wall now, he corners Cellbit with his arms, "You already lured little innocent me to your room, kissed my virgin mouth, groped my little body... That's pretty predatory of you, Cellbit. Tsk tsk…"

"Why are you like that?!" One of Cellbit's hands come up to his shoulder, as if to push him away, but it only rests there for now, "I really didn't know, I thought you were older."

"That's what they all say, Cellbit...."

The hand on him gives a weak push, trying to keep Roier at an arms length, but not that committed to it, "Stop being so weird, it's like you like this shit."

"I mean, I'm still getting used to it, you know how it is," Roier takes a break on the teasing, speaking more seriously now.

"How..." Cellbit closes his eyes, for some reason still stressed out, and sighs deeply, "Gosh, I'm scared to even ask, how long have you've been eighteen?"

Oh, Roier sees now what he's stressing about.

"Like... since the second week of August..." his hesitation is now more sincere. 

"It's still August..."

Okay, maybe he should have thought twice before teasing with this topic because, yeah, maybe Cellbit might pass out from stress if he keeps going, but at the same time, the temptation is too strong...

"Honestly?" Roier motions two fingers up Cellbit's chest to his shoulder, like a little person walking on him, "It seems like you like this. That you get all excited about me being freshly of age and being here with you, so horny for you. I think you like our little age difference."

Cellbit laughs a bit breathless. Yeah, Roier seems to have hit a jackpot. He thought Cellbit was just completed stressed out but the topic but now he sees the darkened edge around the blue of his eyes, breaths short and quick, a tight grip on the table behind him as if he's trying to contain it. Roier might be inexperienced on the practical thing, but he is quite confident to say Cellbit is getting hot and bothered by this conversation.

"I'm not even that old, stupid," he rolls his eyes, the liar.

"Yeah, but do you?" 

"I'm not answering that, I have some dignity left."

"Not so much that you wouldn't fuck a barely lega—"

Cellbit pulls him by his neck and shuts his mouth successfully.

They spend a good twenty minutes of intense making out, with Cellbit still pressed to the bedside table, Roier feeling on top his game for having him there, trapped for him. He thinks he really became a master at this kissing thing, after so long just doing that, their tongue and lips the only thing on his mind, he finally gained the instinct of the action, so soon he was starting to be able to form thoughts besides the mechanic of it. Such thoughts, though, didn't stray too far away.

He was just noticing how he was hard in his pants and how it was rubbing against Cellbit's own growing hardness as they moved, then he started noticing the hands as well. It was bizarre how much Cellbit seemed to cover in his exploration. Starting at Roier's chest, rubbing and squeezing, taking him by surprise enough to force a moan out of him; then lowering to his hips, waist and finally his ass. That was his favorite place, it looked like. He took one side in each hand, using the grip to pull Roier impossibly closer, so much so that they were almost sitting up on the drawer. Soon, when that clothes–on fondling seemed to become not enough for Cellbit, he undid Roier's fly, causing a terrible trembling of excitement on his whole body, systemic breakdown or something.

But he didn't go as far as undressing Roier, he was just making space to shove both hands inside there and touch Roier's ass without any clothes on the way. Roier had to separate their mouths to pant heavily, too overwhelmed, his heart beating to fast he was getting scared to have a heart attack right there while his dick is hard. 

But there's a hand, someone else's hand, on his ass. And he seems to be enjoying it too. It's just even better than Roier has imagined.

He shoves his face in the space of Cellbit's shoulder and neck and stays there, enjoying the sensation.

"You like it?" Cellbit asks lowly, right at his ear, causing another shiver, "Like it when I touch you?"

Roier can only nod, pushing his ass towards Cellbit's hands, searching for more contact. Then, he remembers he has free will and a willing man right in front of him, his hands being uselessly dead at the side of his waist should be a crime! 

He then tries following Cellbit's lead in this too, running his hands up his back, all the way to his shoulders, then he lowers again, now at the front, feeling the soft, full chest, he salivates thinking about seeing him without this shirt on. He halts his exploration as he gets to the hem of his jeans, not as bold as Cellbit to just go and open his pants as he did to him. 

Cellbit notices his hesitation, frees one of his hands from its hard work on Roier's ass, and puts it on top of his. Roier raises his head from where he was hiding to try and watch what Cellbit is gonna do, and as he steals a look at his face, he sees a sideways, naughty smile.

The hand guides him, making him open his hand and run down slowly, passing his belt, his fly, and finally reaching the budge there. Big and hard. The feeling of it on his hand tightens the knot in his belly, his chest feeling full, stomach twisting and turning. He's... Touching a dick. Basically. 

He gets bold, following the movement on his own, up and down on the hardness, trying to make out the shape down there. It's a bit difficult to make out just by touching through two layers of clothing, one of them being jeans, so Roier looks down, trying to catch a glimpse of the shape.

From above, Cellbit let's out a breathy laugh. 

"What, what are you laughing about?" Roier asks, not coherent enough to get offended.

"Nothing," with the hand that's not needed anymore as a guide, Cellbit holds his nape and pulls him in for a quick kiss, "You're so cute like this, exploring and discovering things. Is there something else you wanna do?"

Roier only gives him a jerky nod in return, afraid of how he will sound if he dares speak.

"What is it? You can tell me and we'll do it, tonight is for you to explore," he grabs Roier's chin and forces him to make eye contact, "Anything you want."

Roier considers it. Okay, yes, there's obviously a lot of things he imagined, fantasized, dreamed about. A lot of those things he's not shameless enough to say, some he doubts Cellbit has the stuff to replicate, there are some things that make him horny to the point of madness that he would rather die than even say out loud. So he backtracks and forces himself to remember this is his first time, he is learning and needs to start at an easier level.

"I," He clears his throat, trying to make his voice come out normally, "I wanted to learn how to suck your..."

Cellbit stays silent even though Roier has finished his sentence. With the context, he doesn't need to say it, right? After a few seconds of silence, he looks up. Cellbit is watching him, a small, affectionate smile on his lips. He raises an eyebrow, and Roier is the one to roll his eyes now, a bit exasperated.

"I wanna learn how to suck your dick, you're an asshole, you know that Cellbit?"

Cellbit laughs and kisses his pout.

"If you want to try, you can" The offer makes his mouth salivate enough that he can only nod with his head in answer. He really, really wants to try, "Come here."

Cellbit is a kisser. He doesn't really know how hook ups work outside of fiction, so he thought people would be less focused on kissing and more in all the other activities, but apparently not Cellbit. He doesn't mind wasting a lot of their time just invading Roier's mouth with his tongue, mindful of guiding Roier when he gets a little too sloppy, careful not to collide teeth too much, and he leaves those little bites on Roier's lower lips that send a shiver all the way to his toes. More worrying is the way his stomach is filled with fluttering — he doesn't want to say it but there's no other way to describe it — butterflies, making him giddy and weak on the knees everytime those kisses happen. Roier berates himself to keep it cool for now.

He's being pulled towards the bed, but he was promised a blowjob lesson and he won't let that be forgotten.

"Wait, I wanna—" it's hard separating from the demanding mouth, so focused on ravishing his, but he's determinated, "Let me suck you off"

Cellbit nods quickly, "Let's lay on the bed"

"Shouldn't I get on my knees right here? I don't know how hard it would be to do it laying down, all my research was standing up."

Cellbit raises an amused brow.

"Research? Let me guess, you mean porn?"

"Shut up," Roier slaps his chest, with his face red.

Cellbit only laughs out loud, pulling him away from the wall and the bed, towards the middle of the room, until they're standing on top of a rug.

"I mean, like this your knees could get a little tired, but we can try. Here, kneel on the rug."

The rug isn't all that much more comfortable than the wooden floor, but Roier appreciates the care.

Once he's kneeling, Cellbit stands in front of him, all tall and overwhelming and honest to god pats his head. He feels like a dog, which is a pretty depressing way to feel, but the caress is good enough that he starts feeling excited by it after a second. Like, yeah, he's a good boy, he's kneeling down so obediently, that needs to be rewarded.

He's not sure if Cellbit is one of those domtops whatever guys that don't like when the person they're with takes initiative, he doesn't even know if Cellbit is into that kind of stuff, up until now he's never seemed bothered by Roier's autonomy and forwardness, so he lets his hands run up Cellbit's thighs, up to his crotch, but other than the faint rubbing on the print of his dick over his pants, he ignores it in favor of running his hands up Cellbit's stomach.

There's a smile on Cellbit's lips when they meet eyes, and Roier cant help but smile back, a little more shyly. It felt like being praised without even saying anything. OH maybe he does like being treated like a dog.

Having his actions approved, he feels more confident to try new things. He really did do some research, and yes they're porn research and objectively they're not good research but he mostly watched amateur videos and he thinks those are a little bit more genuine, so he tries to imitate one and rubs his face on the crotch area. It's... Not as hot as it is to watch, because Cellbit is wearing jeans, and they're kinda rough on his skin, and he can't really feel any part of Cellbit except for the slight shape of his prominent dick.

A little disappointed, he thinks about just shoving Cellbit's pants down already and getting to the best part as soon as possible, but Cellbit is faster. Luckily, they're thinking the same thing, since Cellbit starts opening the fly of his jeans and push them down. Roier's vision is amazing, it does more for him than any porn ever could, he feels himself tremble as he watches Cellbit's hands work, strong arms with bulging veins showing.

Ay, Dios Santo Bendito...

"Like this is better, if you wanna do that again." And just like that, he grabs Roier by the back of his head and pushes his whole face on the front of his boxers.

Roier is overtaken by the smell. It's obviously not roses and flowers, but he's glad to realize how much he likes the musky smell of sweat and man, natural strong mixed with the softener of his underwear. Roier pants and pushes him face even more into it, rubbing the now very obvious and big shape of dick on his cheek, then turning back again to mouth at it.

He's doing those things on instinct, not really thinking about bad porn right now, just overly drunk by the musk that he starts rubbing on it like a cat on catnip. It helps that Cellbit's hand still holds the back of his head and slowly guides him towards the hard cock still dressed. And as much as he was in a hurry to get to the actual thing, he hasn't considered how hot it was to just linger on this tease, to have it right there at his face, to touch it, to mouth at it, to leave this wet spot where Cellbit guided him to suck, right at the head, pooling along with the precum that appears to be leaking from him, to just savor this for a while, like false modesty.

He's burning hot with the thought and the action, and gets a little worried that one slight rub at his own dick will make him come instantly, so he keeps his hands far, still clutching to Cellbit's waist.

"Good boy, you like this? You're moaning so hot, beautiful." The praise gets to him, he hasn't even realized he was moaning all this time, but to know that Cellbit liked it, that he was this hard for Roier, made him prim right there. He decided then that he needed his mouth filled as soon as possible.

"Give it to me? Please I need it in my mouth."

"Of course, baby" He releases Roier's head, who almost cries at the loss of proximity, and starts lowering his boxers too.

The sight of his dick makes Roier's head pound and he wonders if it's possible for someone to die of horniness. But how embarrasing it would be to die before he gets to have this?

Cellbit's cock hits his stomach with a wet sound, and the scene makes Roier hold his own dick with some strength to try and stop himself from coming just from that. He's salivating at the thought of putting that in his mouth, and as he approaches with his mouth open, ready to engulf it, he feels a sharp pull on his hair, restraining him.

When he looks up, Cellbit has his mouth half open, apparently also affected.

"There's a condom inside my pocket, can you get it for me?"

Oh yeah he should probably worry about that too. Thankfully, Cellbit is a considerate lover. He quickly searches Cellbit's pockets until he finds the condom package and as he grabs it, he wonders if Cellbit always carries those around, always ready for a fuck, or if maybe he just takes them to all parties parties, just in case.

He won't ask.

He tries to pass the package to Cellbit, only to receive no motion back.

"Do you wanna try putting it on?"

Of course, Roier has had sex ed classes before, he's trained on how to put it on a cucumber, but he never really had a reason to try on himself, let alone anyone else. He guesses that if there's a time to learn, it'll be now, so he nods enthusiastically.

Ok, this is easy, he's done it before. He can do it. Carefully rip the package, done. Make sure it is right side out, another check. Hold the tip, position it on the penis, roll it down, and check! Exactly like the cucumber, it slid down with no problem, even if a real dick actually has a lot more veins and ridges and wet skin. He shines a proud smile up at Cellbit once he's done, receiving a few pets on his hair as a prize.

"Very nice, you did well. Now I'll fuck your mouth."

He pants out, surprised. Right, that's what they're doing. The jittery tremble of his legs start again, his own dick perking back with interest.

To be fair, Cellbit doesn't just push the whole thing down his throat until he's chocking like Roier expected. He carefully, delicately holds the back of Roier's head again, using the grip on his hair to tilt his head up the way he wants it and holds his cock with the other. As soon as the dick is right at his face, Roier's mouth falls open, waiting for it, instinctively closing his eyes. The contact doesn't come.

"Stick your tongue out a little bit more, not too much, just like at the edge of your teeth. Yes, like that. And keep your eyes open, it helps to keep concentrated," he then rests the tip of his cock on Roier's tongue, and now that he's actually feeling it with his tongue, he gets a little bothered by the taste of latex, and the rubbery texture is not that pleasing to have in his mouth. He whishes he could actually feel and taste the real thing, but he's not crazy enough to suggest it with a guy he just met. "Try hiding your teeth more with your lips, and open your mouth a little bit more, I'm gonna start pushing it in."

And so he does. It's... a hard work. No matter how big he thinks he's opening, with the extra care to keep his teeth covered, it's a tight fit. Cellbit manages to push the initial inches inside, but it gets stuck before he hits the middle. Roier tries to swallow, not really knowing how to help, but that only makes him lose his concentration and almost lets his teeth graze at the dick in his mouth. With this mistake, everything goes awry, he tries to pull his tongue back in his mouth and almost chokes with it being too full. Cellbit pulls out and caresses his hair again.

"Okay?" He gets a nod in response, with Roier still recuperating, and a bit too embarrassed to speak, "It's okay, it can happen, it's kinda too much at first."

Especially because Cellbit is a well endowed man in that aspect. Roier's mouth is not small at all, and it was still hard to take it.

"Wait, let me try like, licking around first? I think maybe if I can control it I can do it better."

"Of course. And you know what? Don't worry too much about the teeth, if it hurts I'll tell you."

With new confidence, he grabs the cock with his hand and pumps it a bit. The angle of jerking someone else off is way different than doing it to himself, so it takes a few tentative slides to get a better hang of it. He knows everything is like this, awkward and hard because it's the first time, but he wonders how many times he's gonna have to do it until he's as confident as Cellbit is at doing it.

Speaking of, Cellbit seems to enjoy the handjob more than what they were doing before. Moans from him have been rare up until now, so when a low one leaves his parted lips, the boiling desire in Roier's gut churns and swirls. Roier will chase after that feeling more, he just has to try harder to make this good for Cellbit too.

Determinated, he brings it to his mouth, fitting just the tip inside at first. It's easier that way, he wraps his lips around the amount he can and makes little sucking movements at the tip. Getting bolder, he feels the head with his tongue too. Again, the rubber feeling displeases him, but he tries his best to keep the hold tight so that he can feel the shape and ridges on the actual skin underneath.

Cellbit really is big in this department, now with his cock fully hard, it's quite impressive. He's not exuberantly long, just an average, good length, but the thickness... Just the head already fills up most of Roier's mouth, and the more he works to try and fit more inside, the more his mouth stretches. He tries making up for it by just sloppily running his tongue all over, licking as if it was lollipop, leaving kisses all over the length.

Drool leaks a little bit too freely from his mouth, coating the thing inside it, the whole action wet and sloppy, it runs down his chin and rubs on his cheeks, and he doesn't know if that's normal or expected, but he likes it. It makes the feeling gathering inside his lower belly burn hotter, and he really really wants to touch himself, but he doesn't. He can't.

Cellbit is not holding back his moans anymore, he grunts and pants, his grip in Roier's hair becoming tight again, but he doesn't try to guide his head or force anything, he just hold it tightly and grunts.

"Look at you, so messy," he has his lower lip caught between his teeth, and no one's ever been more attractive to Roier than this man right here, from this angle, with a cock this fat, moaning and praising him. Roier whimpers back at him.

Encouraged, he tries swallowing the length again, he's slowly being able yo fit more inside his mouth, now that he was allowed not to worry too much about the teeth. He goes almost halfway through, but it gets hard to swallow and breath, so he backs out again. He does it a few more times, getting used to it, creating his own rhythm. When he thinks he's gotten more comfortable with it, he almost chokes, and pulls out abruptly, afraid he's gonna embarrass himself by barfing all over his partner.

"Okay?" Cellbit smiles at Roier's distracted nod, "Can you do that again but use your tongue while I have it inside? You're doing well, but I really like the tongue thing you were doing outside."

There's no time to answer, just eagerness. It's almost like he's been doing this forever, for the way he sucks it inside so easily and swallows it until the limit of comfortable is reached. He swirls his tongue at the underside, licking the same way he did before, a little harder with his mouth full, but he manages it with some concentration. He tries pulling it out and running his tongue along the way, which is a good ideia for the way Cellbit grunts again, and his legs tremble like he's holding back.

Thinking back at what Cellbit said to him before, the ideia of having his mouth fucked sounds very appealing right now.

He repeates the movement a few times, pulling out here and there to lap at the length and suck at the head, until Cellbit clearly loses his control and thrusts in. The invading is still too much, and his jaw starts getting tired from being stretched open so widely but despite that, instead of feeling scared or overwhelmed, the confidence makes him feel hot, that Cellbit is losing his control with him. Cellbit gives him a few more controlled thrusts, then holds the sides of his face and slowly pulls it out. Roier keeps his tongue in contact all the way through, and whimpers in complain when Cellbit pulls completely out and backs away.

"That was good, you did a good job, but I cant come on your mouth if you still want me to fuck you," he explains, breathless.

Suddenly understanding this, the loss doesn't feel that bad anymore. He gets up on wobbly knees, Cellbit offering him a hand to help, like a gentleman. He's so glad, actually, that he chose someone like him to do this with. He has a hunch feeling telling him that not all men would treat him like this on his first time.

Just like Cellbit warned him, his knees are red and a little scraped, because even the softest rugs couldn't soften the work they were put through.

He wraps his arms around Cellbit's neck for support, and is surprised when he is recieved with a kiss. A tongue kiss, surely feeling the lingering taste of latex in Roier's mouth, but that doesn't discourage Cellbit. He starts being pushed, letting himself go wherever Cellbit wants him. Even though none of them came yet, if the raging throbbing rock hard touch of their dicks together is anything to go by, he is limp and gooey in Cellbit's arms, satisfied with his blowjob performance, sighing into the neverending touch of their mouths.

His back finally hits the mattress, scooting up until his head is on the pillow, Cellbit follows him until he's on top of Roier. As if following an instinct, Roier's legs open to make space for Cellbit between them. He immediately feels ashamed of such shameless display and tries to close them back up, but with Cellbit there, it only works bring him closer.

They're kissing again, Cellbit really is unstoppable with it, and Roier can say for sure he's addicted. Cellbit's pants are still lowered under his dick, and he uses their closeness to take some of the edge off, Roier assumes, by rubbing their groins together. It's so good, his back arches into the touch, even with his cock still clothed, he feels the heat of their intimacy rubbing together and there's so much going on between their mouths, he doesn't let go and Cellbit doesn't let go, in fact, Cellbit shoves a restless tongue in and ravishes Roier's mouth, within every inch as if he's trying to make sure he left his mark in every single individual cell of him and there's a delicious rubbing going on between their middle, a calm, lazy rhythm that makes Roier hum and rut back just as lazily, just enjoying their movement and the raising sensation between his thighs and on his very core until—

He trembles, full body, jerking all over, his legs shaking around Cellbit's body as he feels the very known sensations of orgasming. He hasn't even finished panting open mouthed when he becomes hyper aware of what just happened.

He clings to Cellbit harder, not because he wants closeness anymore, but because he was about to pull away to face Roier and he can't. Simply can't. He can guess how red his face must be and he's so fucking mortified that he wants to throw himself off a cliff as opposed to facing Cellbit.

Fuck fuck fuck this wasn't supposed to happen! He didn't even quite see it coming, he was just fooling around, feeling up a little bit, having a good time. Nothing that would make him burst so suddenly! Then why??

Oh my, Dios Santo bendito that was so fucking embarrassing

Roier doesn't know how to react to that, so he just holds Cellbit harder with no care if he can breathe or not.

"You're gonna kill me with this grip," and just by how amused his voice sounds, Roier wants to make the hold tighter until he can't speak.

"It's the plan."

Cellbit, because he really does have a death wish, laughs at this.

"Are you okay?

"No, I died! I'm dead! Leave me alone, don't speak with the dead."

"Stop this, let me go, there's no need to be embarrassed," He tries pulling away again, but the amusement is still there and no, Roier can't take it. No way José! "It can happen to anyone. It's just a normal reaction of the body—"

"Shut it! Don't finish that sentence, I swear. Lets just part ways without looking at each other and pretend this never happened"

At this, Cellbit starts really trying to free himself, and, still kind of limp from the orgasm, Roier is not capable of resisting.

Anyhow, he will not be facing Cellbit anytime soon, so he covers his face with both hands and pretends to be dead staying as still as possible.

"..."

He feels a hand grabbing his and pulling.

He resists.

"Nope."

"Don't be childish. I told you it was fine. It's normal."

"Stop talking, there's no one listening. The house is empty."

"Then who is responding to me?" The son of a bitch has the audacity to chuckle.

Since he is a dead body, Roier simply doesn't respond back. The hand is there again, around his wrist, but it doesn't pull forcefully. It just holds, a thumb making a slow caress, for sure using sweetness to try and coax Roier into a trap, but he won't fall for it!

"Honestly, I think it's kinda hot, you know? That you were so eager, feeling so good, that you came from a little rubbing," ugh, maybe he can fall for it, just a little bit. He makes space between two of his finger to take a quick look at Cellbit's face. He continues, "It really shows your inexperience, and it made me so hard. Here, I'll show you."

There's hustling where Roier can't see, then, he feels a hand lifting his shirt up until his stomach and chest are exposed. Cellbit tries to free himself from the grip of Roier's legs, and this time, since he's curious, he allows it. The weight on top of him is a little bit overwhelming, since he's not seeing anything and has no idea what Cellbit is planning, but at the same time, a tiny sparkle of excitement perks up. The feeling of legs around his middle tells him Cellbit is straddling him.

And then oh. A hard, thick thing, rubbing on his stomach, still a little slick with the saliva that clings to the latex material. His saliva. Roier can't take it anymore, he pulls his hands away from his eyes and looks down to watch its movements.

Cellbit is smiling widely when they meet eyes.

"See? I'm like this just for you."

It's such a hot sight, something straight out of Roier's deepest fantasies. This man, older and bigger than him, on top of him, with a cock this big leaving a wet path where it touches Roier's belly. It's a shame Cellbit still has pants on, and now that he thinks about it, he also still has his cum soaked pants and underwear on.

Now that he's noticed, it becomes uncomfortable and disgusting, hard to ignore. He undoes his fly and pushes his pants down, kicking them out of the way. Cellbit is watching with an amused glint, leaning on the bed with a hand and raising himself off Roier a bit, helping make space for him to kick his dirty pants off.

"Sorry, that was a little uncomfortable, continue please."

"No, I like your idea" to Roier's biggest dismay, Cellbit dismounts him, but he also gets rid of his clothes and quickly comes back to the same place, which makes Roier happy again.

Roier's hands settle on bulky hips, kneading the meat there. The thighs around him are thick and smooth, almost no hair in sight, even when he touches them. While he's coping a feel, Cellbit is moving back and forth slowly, just rubbing his dick on Roier's stomach, whimpering a little bit.

"Can I do something?" The only reaction possible here was to nod enthusiastically before Cellbit even finishes his question.

In response, Cellbit does something that tells Roier that yes, trusting him is always a good idea. He rolls the condom off, discarding it on a small trash bin. God yes, this is what he wanted.

Cellbit comes back to his previous position on top of Roier, his now bare cock comes in contact with Roier's skin sending another shiver down his spine. Cellbit starts a rocking motion, back and forth, back and forth, rubbing his hardness on Roier's stomach. It catches on his bellybutton once or twice, and though Roier isn't sure this is supposed to be an erogenous zone, his body doesn't care at all.

"Oh shit, oh God, this is— Fuck, this is hot," Roier is babbling, drunk on the feeling.

It's such a sight that even Roier, who considered himself quite the scholar (in the theoretical, creative sense) in the subject, has never imagined. Why is someone rubbing their dick on you so hot? He's biologically incapable of getting hard again so soon after just having an orgasm, but he still feels the tingling of arousal trying to make its way back to focus.

Cellbit smirks, so fucking devious, and pushes Roier's shirt up again until his chest is back to being exposed, and squeezes his chest as if he was fondling a woman's breast.

"You've got quite big tits. Can I come on them?"

Roier closes his eyes, no knowing how to deal at being told things like this, and shakes like a leaf, "Shit, yes yes yes, do it."

Cellbit scoots up until his cock is nestled between Roier's pecs. He does have a quite meaty chest, he's never focused on lifting enough to get that brick-hard looking kind of muscles, so the meat there is defined, but soft with leftover fat Roier used to have in his early teens.

If the look in his face says anything, is that Cellbit really likes them.

He's enjoying himself so much, now that Roier focuses on watching. His eyes are closed, his expression of someone lost in sensations, little shy moans leave his open, red bitten lips.

Roier can only watch in wonder, the scene in front of him. He switches between looking at Cellbit's pleasured face, to the motion of his cock coming and going between his breasts, almost hitting his chin. Since Cellbit has one hand occupied keeping his shirt lifted, his tries to make the space he's fucking narrower and tighter are frustrated, so Roier helps him by holding both his pecs with his hands and pushing them towards each other, they come pretty close, forming a good space to thrust into, engulfing the dick in a tight hug. Cellbit moans louder, seemingly surprised by the action.

Thing happen pretty fast from there, it looks like the tighter press was what Cellbit needed to reach his peak, his movements becoming more erratic, faster and uncoordinated, until the wet path between Roier's tits tenfolds with his cum, white streaks of semen painting him all the way from his chest to his shirt bundled up under his arms to his neck, hot and long.

Roier feels his own hips moving instinctively, along with his body being thrusted onto with the final moments of Cellbit's bliss, his own dick feels sensitive to the air that hits it, and he hopes they can go again in a little while, because he really needs some action there.

"Fuck, that was good," Cellbit dismounts him, throwing himself to the side, leaning on the headboard of the bed.

"Yeah, fuck" he agrees, still breathless and tired.

Roier is staying as still as possible trying to not let the cum slip from his chest to the bed or make a bigger mess on himself until he realizes… Well, fuck it, his shirt is already messed up anyways, so he uses it to clean himself as much as he can and then takes it off careful not to scrub cum on his hair or his face.

"Man, all my clothes are ruined!" the sad pile of his clothes sits where he left them, disgustingly dirty.

"Don't worry," with a chuckle, Cellbit lays lazily on the bed, "I can lend you some to go home."

Oh.

Roier pauses what he was doing.

Oh, okay.

Now that's a matter Roier hasn't thought about. So they fucked, well, technically. Now what? It wasn't exactly what he wanted, with him coming so quick and before he could even be touched down there. Geez, before he even took his clothes off completely, let alone getting fucked. It's not what he envisioned, and even though he enjoyed everything they did, he's kinda disappointed it ended like this.

So now what? They go to sleep, and out of courtesy for taking his virginity (again, technically), Cellbit let's him stay the night? But when he mentioned that about him going home, was he dropping hints that Roier should be getting ready to get off his hair? Cellbit doesn't seem like the type, but then again they just met a few hours ago, so he couldn't be sure.

No point in spiraling by himself anyway, if there's anyone he could ask for directions in a situation like this, his bed partner is the best option.

"So... Now what?"

"Huh?" Cellbit has been lazily running a hand up and down his own chest and stomach, gaze lost and eyelashes low. He's inside his own mind, soaking on the bliss, and Roier is here getting stressed out by himself.

"Is it... Finished?"

At this, understanding shines in Cellbit's eyes, he looks down at Roier, checking his uncertain, almost uncomfortable posture, then furrowing his brows.

"If you want it to be, sure. We can go to sleep, if you want to spend the night. Or you could go home too, I won't be offended."

It's a bit of a bummer that those are his options. Staying the night is good, he at least doesn't have to call a car at this time of the night, smelling like cum and sex and sweat, all disheveled and probably with bedroom face and hair, if that's even a real thing. But it's not what he wanted.

His thoughts seem to be showing on his face, because Cellbit, with a amused glint in his eyes, adds:

"But I was under the impression that you wanted to get fucked." It's like a whole beacon of hope shines in front of him, he smiles more lightly after hearing that, "Do you still want it?"

"Yeah yeah, can you go again?"

"Not right now, exactly. But maybe in a few minutes."

"Okay then, in the meantime, we can talk a bit." He lays down on his side, facing Cellbit with both his hands tucked under the side of his head. "I wanted to ask you, are you still in college?"

"Just finished. Got my degree yesterday." Cellbit mimics his pose, getting comfortable.

"So you were at the party celebrating?"

"Kinda. The guy who organized, Mike, is a very close friend of mine, I wanted to see him and our friend group before I fuck off to work who knows where."

Okay, that might be the sign to stop right now the fuzzy, bubbling feeling inside his belly that has been tentatively raising higher and higher throughout the night.

Melissa was right, he is graduating late, but that's not so bad, that could have happened for a lot of reason and not all of them indicate indolence, but his lack of interest on his own career path, the idle way he talk about his future, seemingly with no prospect or objective... That's less ideal.

It's not that Roier though that they were gonna get married and raise four children together just because they hooked up once, but Cellbit has been nothing but lovely to him ever since they first exchanged words, and especially after they came to his house, he's been a gentleman with Roier's inexperience. Which, alright, only indicates decency. A good person, that's all. But he knows for a fact not everyone is like that, especially if it is with a hookup they plan on fucking and never seeing again.

Roier can't help but feel a little moved by his care, to melt a bit under those considerate hands, to give himself off a little bit at the touch of those lips, okay? Sue him!

Of course it could be because this is the first time in his life Roier can express his sexuality in any way. That he can kiss another man and be touched by another man freely. Here, inside this mostly unfamiliar room, he's been more himself than in his four years of high school. He feels so good and free, everything he has felt here was positive, so excuse him if he's getting a little attached.

But it's fine, he's sure it's gonna pass as soon as he's officially started college, he'll make friends and be invited to lots of parties and he's gonna meet many, many more gay men that he's gonna kiss them and fuck, and he'll be happy one day with a boyfriend, while Cellbit goes to do whatever he'll be up to and he's gonna remember this day fondly and maybe a little nostalgic as the day he lost his virginity to a nice, older guy. And that'll be it.

"Did you break in there?" there's a pesty finger poking on his forehead to catch his attention, one that he slaps away irritatedly. "I know what you're thinking: he's a vagabond!"

Roier lets out a laugh. Yeah, if he keeps on giving no fucks about his future, he'll definitely become a vagabundo.

"I mean, you said it, not me."

"It's what everyone thinks anyway."

Roier waits and waits for Cellbit to elaborate but he doesn't seem too worried about saying anything, seeming content just to watch Roier expectant face.

"Well, so? Are you a vagabundo? What did you major in?" Roier asks, incapable of resisting the curiosity.

"I started as a psychology major,"

"No way, really?! Me too!" He interrupts, too excited to thing about being polite. "I mean I didn't start yet, obviously, but it's my main!"

Looking at Cellbit, he wouldn't bid him as a psychologist at all, and maybe that's why Cellbit is so uninterested in it? Maybe he regretted his choice but finished his course as to not waste the time he invested in it?

"That makes sense, it suits you a lot."

The praise brings a bit of color to his face for some reason. It's just that no one has ever said that. It's always: 'Why not a real doctor?', 'Why not a lawyer?'

"Thanks. But wait, you said you started in psychology, and then what?"

"I dropped out."

Oh, so that's why he's graduating so late. Roier wants to ask the reason, but Cellbit redirects the subject.

"Then I came back after and switched majors."

"To what?"

"Criminal justice." Cellbit smiles this secretive smile, as if letting him in on a secret.

"Whaat, how did you go from psychology to criminal justice? That's like so contrasting."

"Not really, actually. I was aiming to become a criminal psychologist or a detective at first, but psychology just really wasn't my thing." So much for their similarities then, because that is very much Roier's thing. "But I didn't want to have to actually become a cop, so I switched to criminal justice to try for a private detective path."

"..." Roier is out of words. "You didn't want to be a cop... So you decided to major in criminal justice?"

"Crazy right? That you can work with crime without having to become a pig? But believe me, I researched. A lot."

What all of this conversation tells Roier is that people's assumptions about Cellbit are extremely wrong. This man is far from a vagabundo, they probably just want to gossip without actually knowing anything about him. He clearly does have plans and objectives.

Their talk goes on with Cellbit, after a few more pushes from Roier, explaining to him that he went on a desperate frenzy when he was faced with the idea of wasting his time on the wrong degree, dropped out, wasted more time, went crazy about it, searched high and low for information, especially looking for people who could offer him some guidance for a future and that's how he met this private investigator who was a very experienced former lieutenant but had his own private agency nowadays. And the guy seemed to see potential in him, so he told Cellbit to go back to university chasing the right degree, and if he was worth it, he'd take him under his wing to give him experience hours of field work until Cellbit could get his own license. That was pretty nice of him, the problem is that this happened three years ago and now Cellbit has officially graduated and he's uncertain if he'll be accepted at the job with the lieutenant.

Cellbit never tells him the reason he dropped out. He skips around the subject when Roier tries pushing for an answer, so Roier lets him be.

All throughout his explanation, it's pretty obvious why Cellbit wants to do investigative work. The passionate way he retells all his steps to find the right people, how he linked this to that and how this lieutenant guy is extremely underground and secretive but Cellbit managed to find and contact him, and that being the reason the guy offered him some help in the first place. Cellbit is very enthusiastic and clearly excited about all this, the complete opposite of what he looked like before they had this conversation and. Oh no, it kinda makes him even more attractive when he speaks this passionately about something.

Then he wants to know more about Roier, and this fool, with his eyes starting to droop from sleep, tells him all about the day that Melissa came home for the holidays after her first year of college and Roier was enamored with every single word she said surrounding her psychology major and how he decided that same day he would follow her footsteps. He talks about his anxieties and expectations on this new, important phase of his life, and his speech becomes more and more slurred until he ends up falling asleep.

He wakes up again less than an hour later, for no particular reason. For a second, in his sleep disoriented mind, he questions the unfamiliar ceiling and different mattress texture, atop the very obvious unfamiliar weight of someone by his side. Until he remembers.

Cellbit is quietly scrolling through his phone in the darkness, his phone screen so dark he wonders how Cellbit can even see anything in it.

"Oh, you're awake?"

"Yeah." He was never one for naps, hating the feeling of waking up before a full eight hours of rest.

"I think I jostled you a bit, sorry. Go back to sleep." He pats Roier's shoulder in a cute way, almost as if he's trying to lull him back to sleep.

Except...

It's the middle of the night, if he does go back to sleep, he'll sure only wake up tomorrow, and Cellbit still looks wide awake, so he's most definitely gonna sleep until later in the morning and they won't have the time to do the thing he wanted to do the most.

After a slight rest, the thought of what they did earlier and the orgasm he had makes the underlying arousal start raising again, still a little bit shy, but peaking its head enough to make its presence known. It leaves him with a giddy kind of excitement bubbling up.

"No, I... I think we wanted to do something..."

"Oh?" Cellbit rises a mischievous brow. "Aren't you tired?"

"If I just slept, how am I gonna be tired?" he tsks, now used to Cellbit's antics enough to create some resistance to his own blushing at his pert flirting.

"Mm... Come here then." He puts his phone aside and motions for Roier, who instantly follows, as if Cellbit has a string bound on him like some kind of puppeteer.

They kiss lazy and languid, as Roier sits on top of him with one leg in each side of his waist. Just as he's moving does he realized he's still naked, the sudden skin to skin contact sending a shiver down his spine.

They stay like that for a long while, just kissing open mouthed and wet, and Roier has gained enough confidence since earlier to make more of his own movements than to just following whatever Cellbit does, and it's so much more fun to keep experimenting when Cellbit allows him this freedom, shorting it out when Roier does something he doesn't like, awarding him with a low moan when Roier does something he likes, such as the usage of more teeth and biting on his lower lip.

Cellbit's hands wander, a grip on Roier's thighs and waist, then fondle with his ass, pulling the cheeks apart, causing Roier's to blush violently for such exposure.

It's kind of a funny feeling to have their soft cocks pressed against each other, but it brings a hot satisfaction to feel them both come to life together, becoming full and slick. When he brings a hand down to touch, he notices Cellbit is the one who's making them so wet, he seems to leak a lot. Roier takes advantage of the slickness to start grinding, a slow movement of back and forth, until he's out of breath and has to let go of the hungry mouth to pant loudly.

He's starting to bring them to full hardness, then focuses on trailing kissed across his neck and chest.

Cellbit is not too behind him in the chest area, full, if a little bit softer and definitely bigger. Roier himself likes playing with his nipples, so he decides to test out if Cellbit does too. He runs his hand on top of one, never once stopping his lazy grinding, and feels the pinkish nub raise up under his finger, but otherwise there's not much of a reaction.

The assault on his ass doesn't stop, it's like now that he's remembered what it's like to touch it, Cellbit doesn't want to let go. He squeezes the fat cheeks and runs a finger over the exposed opening, teasing.

He's glued to Roier's neck by his teeth, and Roier has never received a hickey before, but he is sure this is gonna be one. A very noticeble one, right under his ear. He feels too good to think about stopping it from happening. It's probably already too late anyway.

He could do this for days, to be honest, now that he's come once. Even at his full hardness, he knows he's gonna have to work a while to build another orgasm. He keeps on grinding his dick against Cellbit's, keeps writhing and panting on top of him, frantic and horny, making his movements erratic, uncoordinated. Desperate. His face is hot, and probably red too, but he can't stop rutting like he's in heat.

Cellbit is going through his bedside table while Roier latches to his neck, cause if he's gonna leave tomorrow with a giant hickey, so will Cellbit. The thing is, how does one leave a hickey? He tries to follow what Cellbit was doing to him, licks the place as if to clear the space, then he presses his lips in a gentle kiss. There, that's enough preparing, he puts his mouth back on the same place and sucks. He started lightly, but seeing as it is doing nothing, not even a little redness, he latches at it again, harder this time.

This whole time Cellbit was opening his lube bottle and squeezing a bit on his fingers, and he must have warmed it up a little because it doesn't feel too cold to the touch when he runs his fingers around the rim of Roier's hole. At the sensation, Roier's arches his back, his chest rubbing on Cellbit's, pushing his ass more on the fingers, an easy offering.

"You ever finger yourself?" Cellbit whispers, lips brushing on his forehead. Roier nods without giving up on the sucking. "Good, this won't be too weird then."

That being said, he starts easing his middle finger in slowly and fuck, this is so different from having his own fingers inside. Roier honestly does this quite often, so he's used to his hands and fingers, but Cellbit's are larger, or maybe is the influence of the newness of everything that's making him think one single finger is so overwhelming. He doesn't complain, though, just takes it and breaths out slowly, until he feels the last of Cellbit's knuckles reach his rim.

As soon as one finger is completely in, Cellbit doesn't waste any time, soon introducing a second one. No, yeah, his are definitely bigger, longer and thicker. With in and out movements, he opens Roier up easily, scissoring, then curling them towards Roier's prostate.

The moan he lets out is so sudden that he let's go of the place he's been stubbornly sucking with a huge pop. His lips feel numb, but the rush on his whole body caused by the electrifying poke at his prostate is far too distracting.

Cellbit grunts, not exactly from pleasure, but not exactly from pain either, "Fuck, that hurt!"

"Sorry," Roier laughs and looks down at his work. He did it! The shape of his mouth is on Cellbit's neck, angry red jarring against pale skin. This is gonna bruise beautifully later.

He wonders if the angle is weird for Cellbit, if his hand doesn't tire form the constant, consistent moving inside Roier's hole, because he does the job perfectly, working him up to three fingers, which Roier always thought was the perfect stretch for a fuck, until Cellbit makes to add one more. Now this is a little awkward for him. A little too much. He tenses when the fourth is already halfway in, and panics a bit when he feels how gaping his hole is.

"Fuck, it's enough, no?" He asks, voice coated with a panicked tone.

The scoff Cellbit lets out is offensive, leaving him red in the face with embarrassment, but hot all over all the same.

"Better safe than sorry, I have to make sure it fits. Don't worry, i'll fuck you soon," Cellbit winks. Roier nods desperately, and since he's already there, kisses Cellbit again.

This is honestly everything he's ever dreamed about while he jerked off in silence in fear of waking up his abuelo, when he used to turn off the wifi at night and Roier couldn't watch any porn while he beat his meat, he would imagine this.

Himself, naked, usually under a hot man, but being on top like this felt good too. Fingers up his ass, hot, thick fingers opening him up, building up anxiety for what's about to come. He thinks this makes a beautiful scene, his body arched, his hips pushing back mindlessly towards Cellbit's fingers, his feet tucked under Cellbit's thighs as he clings to his shoulders like an octopus, and they kiss wet and messy.

He wishes he could see this form an outside perspective, watch himself like this, film it and save it for later.

Regrettably, Cellbit pulls his face away with loud, wet sound, a string of saliva keeping them connected, and pants on Roier's face, "I think you're good. Lay on your back."

Roier scrambles to do what he was ordered while Cellbit tries to remove his fingers slowly. The gaping sensation is uncomfortable, his hole clenches around nothing, so wet that some of the lube blobs out and runs down the line of his sack, making the muscles on his tights tense.

Now laying down, he opens his legs to give Cellbit enough space between them. It's pretty impressive how fast he's gotten used to this intimacy. Five hours ago, the thought of opening himself like this for someone, if such thought came when he wasn't on a horny frenzy fantasizing, would make him so ashamed he'd brust into instant combustion. But here he is now, trapping Cellbit on top of him by crossing his ankles together at his back.

Roier tilts his head asking for another kiss, but Cellbit only pecks him and pulls away to look down at his hands where he is opening a new condom package. And again, Roier would be fucked (in other, not so welcomed ways) if Cellbit wasn't this responsible, because he absolutely wouldn't have remembered that, eager as he is to be fucked into oblivion.

All protected and dripping wet again (Seriously, Cellbit is not cheap on the lube. He might as well finish the whole bottle just for this), Cellbit approaches, his hips meeting Roier's, the tip of his cock carefully, insistently, poking Roier's hole.

The pressure is overwhelming, robbed of his breath, he thinks he might as well just be split in half if this continues. He holds onto the sheets, forcefully.

"Relax, you're too tense. Open up for me, baby." he makes a calming caress on Roier's hips like he's a wild horse or something.

There's nothing inside him yet, the tip is right at the door, trying to probe, but it won't go in for the life of him, Cellbit is trying to push it in carefully, not forcing anything, but it still won't budge.

"Hey," his vision of the ceiling he was so concentratedly watching is taken by Cellbit's face, at the same time the pressure stops. Relieved, Roier sighs. "You have to breathe, and relax. You're like, blocking me out."

"Okay, sorry." That puts more pressure on him, putting urgency to the loosening up, which Roier finds impossible to do right now. He breathes in and out slowly, scared this little thing will escalate to something worst and mortifying, like a panic attack.

"Don't say sorry, it's fine," Cellbit comforts him, voice soft and and so easy to believe. "We'll try again."

But instead of going right back to it, Cellbit lingers. He kisses Roier again, one hand holding his face tenderly. Roier's hand unclenches from the sheet, realizing the strength in which he was holding was enough to hurt.

"Let's try like this"

The pillow that Roier's not using is shoved under his ass, putting some leverage on it. Roier motions to wrap his legs around Cellbit again, but Cellbit holds them, folds them, and pushes them up against his chest. Okay, this is fucking embarrassing. No matter how much shamelessness he has earned today, he'll need some time getting used to this.

With a hand thrown over his face to hide the intense flush, he feels Cellbit begin the process again. Fingers, one first, then two, then three, then four. They slid right in, slick with more lube, and hit his prostate precisely. With only a few seconds of this, his erection, that had started flagging down with the interruption, raises up again, red and proud.

The second try doesn't go much different than the first. Cellbit pulls his elevated ass on his lap, pumps Roier's cock as he presses his own to the fluttering rim. As soon as he feels it, Roier tenses again. He scrunches his eyes, frustrated. He doesn't mean to do that, he's not purposely being uncooperative, it's his own body that does it by itself. It's so frustrating he starts feeling tears pool at the corner of his eyes.

"Breath for me?" there's the caress again, it does feel kinda comforting. Also the fact that he's being so patient and understanding, even though this definitely must be frustrating for him too. Roier wonders if Cellbit is berating himself for picking up a virgin to give him all this trouble instead of just sticking with someone more experienced.

Roier tries to breathe again, just for him, tries to relax, but on top of the nervousness, his thoughts aren't helping him keep the mood. He clenches his eyes again and tells himself to stop being such a nuisance already. He forces himself to untense his body.

It works a little bit. His lower body relaxes and the muscles on his legs stop hurting from the extent. Cellbit pushes it in slowly, and Roier finally feels it entering, the tip of a bulbous head trying to breach through him, to split him open. Just the tip already stretches his rim more than those fingers. He doesn't know he's gonna take the whole thing.

It hurts. His tries to breathe are starting to look dangerously like a panic attack kind of panting, and he loses concentration like this, making his hole tense against the intrusion. It hurts as if he's doing it completely dry with no prep. Roier just lays there and wills himself to take it already. At this point, he kinda just wishes Cellbit would give up being patient and end this already. Just force himself in, fuck him quickly until he's satisfied so they can get this over with. At least he'll be able to leave this place unvirginated, as opposed to the intense mortification he would feel if they just decide this isn't working and give up on it altogether.

"This isn't working." As if he's hearing Roier's thoughts and deciding to do exactly what he fears, Cellbit pulls away, taking the little progress they did out. It's such a relief Roier can't hide his sigh.

"No, it's fine, it was working," Roier says, unconvincingly.

"You looked so uncomfortable that I felt wrong for causing that. It was hurting." This is a statement, so Roier doesn't try to deny it. Besides, he feels like Cellbit is a guy who appreciates honesty more than whatever comforting lie Roier wanted to give him.

Cellbit makes to move, and Roier immediately panics.

"No, wait, come back." Afraid that Cellbit is giving up on him, he clings to his neck, pulling him in until they're nose to nose and Cellbit can probably see the panic in his eyes, but Roier hopes he can see the pleading too. "Help me do this, tell me what to do!"

But Cellbit doesn't move too far, only scoots over to the side, thankfully without leaving his place on top of Roier completely, lays sideways on the bed. His hand comes up to rub Roier's stomach, a natural, soft touch, again trying to comfort him without much fun flare. Roier appreciates it, with how ashamed he is right now, if Cellbit were to try offering words of comfort, he'd probably leave immediately or lash out at him unfairly.

"I mean, I can try adding another finger to help, but then I'll have my whole fist in you, honestly it's easier to just take my cock."

See? Roier can't understand his body. Hearing this, heat pools down in his lower belly, making his mostly soft cock twitch in interest. He likes the thought of being fucked to a gaping point with Cellbit's whole hand inside him, he trembles at the thought of his thick cock inside him, so then why? Why isn't it working?

Desolated, Roier blinks rapidly to push away pathetic tears before Cellbit notices. How awkward.

"I... Sorry, I wish we could try something else, like, switching, but... I can't right now, I don't— I'm not," Cellbit stumbles over his words, looking a bit awkward himself for the first time tonight, despite everything that happened. 

Roier decides to save him the effort before he gets even more tangled up in his poor attempt of explaining himself.

"Oh, no, I don't want that either. I just—" he huffs, frustrated, slumping back on the headboard, completely letting go of any sexy image he was trying to maintain, "I want it so bad! I get all excited when we talk about it and when you touch me, but right at the moment, I don't know, I just freeze! I get all tense and ruin it all!"

"Hey, you're not ruining anything, you're just nervous, " Cellbit grabs his hand, thumb making circling motions on top of it, very sweet. "Maybe there's something else we can do..." 

Like what? He wants to ask. They already tried three times, at this point it's starting to become pathetic that he just simply can't take it. Maybe he should just accept his faith, just take this as a lesson, accept that he just has the smallest asshole in the world and wasn't made for gay sex. Not like he was any interest in anything else anyway, but maybe he is fated to have oral and hand jobs his whole life.

"Oh!" Cellbit exclaims suddenly, seeming to have an idea. "Okay, well, we can't switch roles, but we can switch positions."

He grabs Roier by the hips and manhandles him until he's straddling Cellbit's waist again, but Cellbit is sitting down this time instead of laying. He position Roier sitted on his cock, but nestles it between Roier's ass cheeks instead of trying to force it in.

Not exactly opposed to the change, but mostly confused, Roier sends him a look.

"I noticed earlier that you felt more comfortable with the blowjob once you had the control over it, let's try the same here," He explains, and gives a playful slap on his right ass cheek.

He wants... Roier to ride him? Oh gosh. The thought is hot, but Roier has no idea how to do it. He was counting on Cellbit to do the whole thrusting thing.

But okay, this is the experimental session anyways. He's sure Cellbit will understand if his riding game is poor. At this point, he just wants to prove himself that he can do it, he can take a dick and he will.

Roier rubs his ass a little bit on the cock that sits between his cheeks, the slide is less slick than he has grown accustomed, and as if Cellbit is hearing his thoughts again, he grabs the bottle and spills more lube on his cock and Roier's ass. He inserts a finger again, and there's not much difference, he's open enough. Any more, as Cellbit said, would be fitting his whole fist inside and that's probably not a good idea for a first time.

Breathing out, concentrating, he supports himself on Cellbit's shoulder and raises on his knees, looking down at the space between his legs, where Cellbit holds his cock straight, waiting for Roier's hole to envelope it. He slowly bends his knees again, until he feels the tip hit the door. He breaths in, breaths out, keeps his eyes on the action, and lowers.

It's tight. He's not even the one entering and it feels tight. The stretch is still a little overwhelming all at once like this, but Cellbit was right, when he's the one controlling the pace, it feels easier when he knows he can pause, stop or go whenever he feels it's the right time. He can barely believe it when he feels the whole head pass his rim, slowly but steadily. At that, he stops, holds himself up and looks at Cellbit. All throughout the first invasion, he could only feel the heavy pants coming from Cellbit directly on his forehead where they meet, and when he looks up, Cellbit has his mouth half open, his tied shut eyes open slowly to look back at Roier.

He doesn't know where he gets this courage from, nor where he gets the boldness to do it, he just sees the crystal blue of Cellbit's eyes so dark with lust they're almost black, and lets the rest of the length in, in, in, until he sits back on his hunches, completely impaled on Cellbit's cock.

A heavy sigh, a second passes.

He did it! He managed to take a cock! A thick cock, in its entirety!

He takes back what he said before about Cellbit's length being average, it's not. He's long, so long Roier felt it was never gonna stop entering, but God, just the thought that that whole thing is inside him now, that there's a part of someone else's body inside his own, makes Roier tremble even more. He's never experienced fullness to this extent with anything he's ever tried shoving in there, bigger even than Cellbit's four fingers. His legs can't be steady, they shake like a leaf, from the extension, from the nervousness and, surprisingly, from desire too.

Starting to feel good again is a big relief, he really thought he was gonna get fucked just to get it over with and leave it at that. But now, with lust raising inside him again, bubbling up, starting to peek its head again, he lets out a little frantic laugh and grabs Cellbit by the shoulders, hugging him hard.

"It's in!"

Cellbit let's out an amused, breathy chuckle, a little affected by the movement on top of him.

"You did it, I told you you could!" his arms wrap around Roier's waist to tighten the hug, but the movement jostles him forward, making them both moan in surprise. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight, it's suffocating."

His tone is so completely overtaken, overwhelmed. Nothing's ever done it for Roier like this before. That he is the one causing this, on his first time, to someone older and more experienced than him, making him chocked up and breathless only by the grip Roier's ass has around him. He feels powerful, hot, as confident as a sex deity who knows exactly what he's doing. His cock is filled back up, leaking on Cellbit's stomach.

"Wanna move?"

Right, there's more. Moving, okay, that accidental move was good for both of them, whatever Roier does is probably gonna be good too. Cellbit lies down all the way, giving Roier more space to support himself with both hands on his torso, he grinds his hips, a rutting movement back and forward, back and forward, tentative.

It feels good for him, a little bit of friction, a little bit of grinding, the hot hard intrusion that moves only enough to stimulate the nerves around his hole without that much action, so he keeps it until he's grown used to the feeling of being full.

Still caught up on how full he feels, he reaches behind himself and touches the place where he and Cellbit meet. He can feel the skin stretched around the hard width of Cellbit's dick, he circles the whole thing with his finger, feeling around the circumference of the intruding rod until he reaches the front, right behind his balls. It's a long turn, as big as it feels, and confirming it with his hands makes it all the more real, and even hotter. Roier's whole body shudders with this confirmation.

"What you're doing?" Cellbit pants, brows furrow with extent.

"Feeling what my poor hole is taking," Roier pants back, hands coming up to hold Cellbit's face, for no reason, just because he felt like it.

Cellbit laughs in what seems like bewilderment, "Fuck, you're insane."

Roier smiles a tiny, quietly satisfied smile.

Once he feels confident with the grinding, even experimentally rotating his hips to try and hit different angles inside, to no avail, he quickly gets bored. He wasn't lying, he really did see a lot of porn, he knows what riding should look like, and it gives him a bit of anxiety to try, but he is comforted to know Cellbit won't mind his tentative mistakes.

He plants his hands on Cellbit's chest and raises slowly on his knees. The slow drag of it as it leaves Roier's insides is something he could never ever have imagined it being, it opens up a whole world of understandings for Roier. He finally, just then, gets what all the sex talk is about. When all the teenagers from his school came to him telling the joys of losing their virginity, this is what they were talking about, and Roier is finally in on the secret.

He drops down again before the head slips out, and addicted to that feeling, quickly raised on it again. The chasing of feeling guides him with strength for sometime, he closes his eyes and loses himself on that feeling, not caring much on performatives when he feels this good, and tries to ignore the way the muscles on his legs start burning with the effort.

He's getting used to the movement, hands plastered too high up on Cellbit chest, brushing occasionally but intentionally on his nipples as he folds and unfolds his knees, a hard kind of exercise, especially when there's a thick long rod disappearing inside him with each lowering. He looks at Cellbit's face, concentrated with his eyes closed, brows furrowed, vulnerable and beautiful, panting here and there when Roier's ass reach his tights.

Roier lets out a grunt when there's a slightly change of angle, hitting him in a place that makes him clench around Cellbit, which makes this absolute handsome of a man throw his head back with his mouth open, letting out a loud moan.

Roier looks down at him, who seems to be concentrating very hard, probably holding back as to not move, just letting Roier control the pace the way he wants, although his hips are doing a unconscious chase, pushing up when Roier slides down. He lets his hands wander on their own, although slowly, because he still needs the support, feeling up all the expanse of Cellbit's chest, the two perfect meaty pecs, imploring roier to mess with them, play with them, squeeze them with his hands.

He's never ever in his life felt a thing about women's breasts. They are pretty, sure, definitely a work of art. Roier thinks his sex appeal would grow at least eighty per cent if he had a pair of tits himself, but he never felt this urge to touch and put them in his mouth like he has right now. Without noticing, a rascal smile starts growing on his face, sideways and mirthful, he switches his position, puts both hands on Cellbit's pecs and squeezes them. Hard.

He notices how Cellbit's expression immediately change when he does it, the concentrated frown gone now with the sudden raise of his eyebrows, along with a surprised flinch. He opens his eyes and stares at Roier, a smile contained, a very obvious question mark on his face. Roier tries so hard to hold back his laugh he feels his face heat with the effort, when he can't hold back anymore, a loud wheezing sound leaves his mouth through clenched teeth, until he's openly laughing, Cellbit's laugh matching his.

"What was that??"

Still carrying a big, stupid smile, he gives Cellbit two new squeezes, "I just felt like it, it's too tempting."

They both keep their giggles a bit more, Roier still kneading the meat in his hands, and even when Roier's back to moving, Cellbit still has a smile on his beautiful bitten kissed lips.

"Man, my legs are hurting, I feel a cramp coming. I didn't prepare for this, I thought you'd do the work!" He complains, hoping Cellbit understands what's he's trying to ask.

Cellbit says nothing, he just grabs Roier's buttlocks, pulls out (a shame! it makes Roier cry out in protest) and manhandles him until Roier is on his knees. It's so fucking hot, Roier felt like a delicate little thing, moved so easily to Cellbit's tastes, with the rough hands on his sensitive, delicate skin, obliging him to lower his stomach to the bed and arch. Arch so deep his ass is in the air and he can feel a bit of wind hit his asshole. From there, he doesn't dare move. Not when Cellbit shows his hole to the world again, but this time takes his cock and shoves it back inside.

Roier moans at the sudden intrusion, momentarily out of breath, but takes it like a champ now that he's more used to it, his hands holding tightly onto the bedsheets for support, trying to breath for air.

The pounding is everything Roier imagined and more. Each impact of Cellbit's hips to his sends his eyes rolling back. Cellbit spares him no mercy, keeping the pace with deep, forceful thrusts. Roier slowly descents into a gooey puddle on the bed, his face shoved into the bedsheets to keep the uncontrollable loud moans muffled, scared someone else will hear him. At some point Cellbit starts moving him, pulling him onto his cock to meet his thrusts. Roier sees stars.

"Fuck, the image you make," Cellbit grunts, his grip on Roier's hips so tight it hurts, the skin surely red where his fingers are buried so forcefully. "Your ass is perfect"

There's slap, loud and proud, that echoes in the room, grouping with the moans and whimpers from both lovers, that Roier has only ever dreamed of being a part of. Even though their position is not as personal as he thinks a missionary would be, it doesn't lack intimacy when someone is rutting uncontrollably inside you, his cock stretching the way everytime it comes and goes, the feeling of fullness he can feel all the way inside his throat, as impossible as that sounds.

His feet unconsciously search for some support, they wrap around Cellbit's calves in each side trying to secure himself from all the shaking of his legs. His belly is wet where his cock leaks so much under his bellybutton, abandoned and forgotten.

Cellbit seems to be reminded of that too, because he brings his hand to that very part and squeezes Roier's cock almost too hard, which only makes his sensitive member throb desperately, red, almost to bursting point.

"You're gonna like this."

That's all the warning he gets before Cellbit starts testing angles out, two, three thrusts, until oh, the tip of his cock brushes Roier's prostrate, sending a shiver from the tips of his toes all the way to his scalp, punching a loud moan out of him.

Roier hides his face on the pillow, feeling overwhelmed by the assault now that Cellbit has found the perfect angle and he just doesn't stop probing at it with each thrust. He hugs the pillow in desperation, feeling the hand on his waist grip him so hard that he's sure those fingers will pierce through. Cellbit's other hand pumps Roier's cock lazily, wet, so wet and the slide feels so good, and Roier is making noises, he can barely hear himself, but he knows that he is moaning, maybe whimpering, too lost in his pleasure to overthink that.

Roier knows he's about to come way before it happens, but his mind is a muffled cloud of pleasure, stuck in a mist of daze, his mouth filled with cotton, tongue stuck at the roof of his mouth. He can only pant, grunt his moans into the pillow as he empties himself all over the bedcovers.

Only white noise is left inside his mind, a ringing noise in his ears, he can vaguely sense Cellbit still moving, continuing his thrusting, but his body is numb and plaint, serving as a useless hole for him to finish off. It gets a bit too much, the pain on his back now more noticeable and leaning towards the uncomfortable, but Roier's mouth still isn't working, tongue useless, so he can only disassociate and take it.

When he comes to, Cellbit is just finishing pulling out, making Roier groan a bit in displeasure. It's uncomfortable too, that his stretched out hole is now open and gaping, trying to close around nothing, the emptiness inside is lonely, depressing.

Roier stays put, sighing sadly thinking it's all over, until he feels a sudden touch back on his ass. Cellbit's cock, now bare from the latex, slides between his cheeks easily. Roier hums, tired, but appreciative. It feels good, soothing, Cellbit sandwiches his cock in that space and ruts uncoordinated, just overall rutting in that wet space, chasing his own orgasm.

He leans down to kiss the back of Roier's neck, mouthing at the space right under his ear. Too tired and relaxed to feel anything more than a tingling satisfaction from it, he can still appreciates the closeness, the panting on his ears is a sweet song he's gonna replay in his head a lot when he has his lonely nights.

"I'm gonna come on your ass, okay?" Roier nods jerkily, an impossible heat threatening to rise on his belly.

It isn't long before Cellbit's movements abruptly stops and he feels a stream of hot semen paint the space between his asscheeks, along with a flow of praise regarding his ass.

He's so tired one would think he did all the fucking. He hears movement of Cellbit getting up, then coming back, then a feeling of something wet running all over the parts of his body that are covered in cum, including his asscheeks, being parted and wiped clean. He lays there, slack, his muscles completely useless and doesn't show the embarrassment he feels from it.

When Cellbit is back on the bed, he calls Roier's name, to which Roier tries to respond, but what comes out is an insightful "huhggg,,,"

Cellbit's chuckle is heard somewhere above him.

"How are you feeling?"

With his head up in the clouds, tongue twisted and empty brained, Roier manages to mutter a low, sighed, "Mushy"

"Mushy? I see." He laughs again. Cellbit lays down besides Roier, his body still running hot, and wraps his arms around Roier's torso, moving him easily until they're glued back to chest, pulling a blanket over them.

He tries to fight the weight of his eyes, to bask a little bit more on his first post orgasmic cuddle with another person, to make most of the slow lazy caress Cellbit is, seemingly mindlessly, tracing on his shivery skin, the softness of Cellbit's breathing on his ear, the strong arm that seems to shield him from the whole world, but all of that just contributes to him becoming more and more comfortable, more and more sleepy, and before he notices, he's lulled into deep sleep.

He wakes up next to a message of a "🕊" from Melissa send 8:37 this morning, while he was still off drooling on Cellbit's pillow. While he brushes his teeth and clears up in the bathroom, he sends back to her "can you come get me? I'll need a ride" with yesterday's message with Cellbit's address marked.

He wraps a clean looking tower around his waist and leaves the bathroom, with no more time to stall on facing the consequences of his horny actions. It takes some time to find his pants on the floor, and the room is not even messy, it was just lost in the tangle of clothes and messy bedsheets that fell on the ground and a wet, dirty towel, consequences of last night's activities.

He inspects his clothes, foolishly hoping for it to be salvageable and useable for the thirty minutes it'll probably take to go home, but his hopes are immediately crushed as soon as he turns to look at the front. He feels his face burning with embarrassment by the huge, dry mess on his pants and underwear.

Roier is glad Cellbit is nowhere to be found so there's no chance of him seeing this. He immediately folds his dirty clothes into a disgusting ball of mess, leaving the dried fluid stained part in the inside. Quickly, he goes to the bed and looks for his shirt, which is in a similar state. 

Just as he adds the shirt to the pile, he hears the front door opening, then closing. Keys being dropped possibly on the table, then footsteps. Roier panics, thinking it could be Cellbit's roommate, coming to greet him or something, and he's about to catch Roier in a towel, armful of dirty clothes.

The door opens, to reveal Cellbit's blue eyes, turning confused when he sees what Roier is carrying.

"Good morning... You're not thinking of wearing that, right?" He turns towards the wardrobe and starts rummaging through the clothing inside.

"No, uh, of course not," Roier lies, hugging his pile closer. 

"Nice, because I promised I'd lend you some clothes, and I would be a bit offended if you'd rather use that instead!" He fishes black sweatpants and a red sweatshirt, celebrating his findings with an "aha!" sound. 

Roier is just watching him, not wanting to move much, afraid his dirty pile will reveal it's mess. He's really so ashamed of it he might as well just take it home and straight up set them on fire. He's too scared and ashamed to even just throw it away, because what if someone finds it and sees the dried fluids and decided to take it and test it and find out who the deranged previous owner was? How mortifying would that be if that person knocked on his door to shame him for it? 

As he's spiraling, Cellbit gives up on his searching and turns back to look at him, "It seems I don't have any new underwear, so you can choose to go commando or take a used one. So what will it be?"

Roier thinks this is a stupid question. Just a few hours ago, they were touching each other's dicks and assholes, why would he care to share underwear? As far as he can tell, Cellbit doesn't seem to be one of those guys who has skid marks on his boxers, if he so much as looked like he was, Roier wouldn't have slept with him. 

"I don't mind using yours," Roier deadpans.

Cellbit nods as if in approval and fishes clean looking black boxers from a drawer. Outfit all chosen, Cellbit brings them to him, not once questioning why Roier is just standing there instead of walking to him to get it himself. But then, as he realizes that with his arms full, Roier can't accept the pile he's offering, he furrow his brows.

"Can you also lend me a bag to carry those, please?" Roier asks before Cellbit questions him. He should also be ashamed of just straight up asking for more and more borrowed items from a guy he's probably never gonna see again, but the thought of carrying this all the way back, with the possibility of Melissa seeing it is worst, in his opinion. 

Cellbit is the chilliest guy he's even met, apparently, because he only nods, leaves Roier's borrowed clothes on the bed and goes back to searching inside his wardrobe. A few seconds later, he lends Roier a simple looking drawstring swag bag with a running track logo at the front. Roier smiles thankfully at him, accepting it by the strings with the tips of his fingers, the only free space he has.

With all he needs to get dressed and leave, Roier watches Cellbit expectantly, waiting for him to give him privacy. Cellbit watches him back, looking a bit confused. When he realizes neither will make the first move, Roier clears his throat awkwardly.

"Can you... Wait outside while I get dressed?" It feels weird asking the guy who lives here to leave him alone in his bedroom, but Roier is a bit shy, okay! He's a modest guy! And sure, it is contradictory to be acting like this right now, considering what he mentioned earlier, about all the things they spent the night doing with each other, but now it's morning and Roier is not crazy horny, full of that boldness.

Cellbit finally catches up to Roier's dilemma and nods, quickly leaving him again. 

Roier sighs, conflicted in his feelings. Cellbit is cute, a nice guy, so lovely and attentive, not to mention extremely hot and good at sex. He would probably be a good partner, a good boyfriend. But Roier shouldn't be thinking that, because he is a hookup, a one time thing, and he's probably leaving somewhere else to work at his detective job and definitely won't be thinking about this random freshman he fucked once. Roier needs to get a grip and learn to not get a crush on one night stands.

He dresses quickly as he tries to convince himself to be more disconnected, more laid off and suave in his relationships, this is definitely he needs to work on for the next ones, because tell him why he gets this giddy, warm feeling on his belly when he puts Cellbit's clothes on? His sweatshirt is large, almost engulfing Roier in it, despite his muscles. The sweatpants are in the same situation, the only part it actually fits him okay is the butt. He catches a sight of himself in the mirror, feeling shy at making eye contact with himself. It seems, losing your virginity comes with a few personal crisis, but he's gonna save those for when he's alone. Now, he focuses on the red mark on his neck, the oversized, clearly borrowed clothes and his stupid growing crush.

Ugh, why can't anything be simple?

He's sure Cellbit would let him down easily, be nice about it and all, but he knows for a fact not every man is like that. He speaks of personal experience (Melissa's experience that he had to see very closely, help her get distract herself, and work on getting over it, so it's basically the same.)

He leaves the room, bag strapped to his back, ready to leave. Melissa has send him a message just two minutes ago, informing him that she is parked in front of the address he send, and will wait for five minutes before she fucks off and leaves him here.

"All ready?" He looks up from his phone to where Cellbit is at the kitchen, it seems like he made a table, a few pastries disposed on it, actually thoughtfully placed. Cellbit notices him looking, "I brought us breakfast. There's bread, empanadas, juice and," he's interrupted by the sound of the coffee machine, "Coffee."

Roier watches the scene in front of him, speechless. Really, how is he supposed to not develop any feelings for this? How do people do this with multiple people without catching feelings?

"Oh, I... Thanks, really but... My ride is waiting for me outside, I need to go before she leaves me." If he didn't one hundred percent believed Melissa will follow through with her promise and absolutely leave him there, he would stay and eat breakfast with Cellbit, nonchalance be damned. 

"Oh," Cellbit tries to hide his disappointment, but his kicked puppy eyes betray him. Roier wants to kill himself. "Alright then. You can take an empanada for both of you, if you want."

"Thanks," Because Roier feels too bad to deny, he accepts one for himself, and takes a bite. It tastes really good, he would love to know the name of this place so he could order some for himself too some other time. 

While he is finishing his last bite, Cellbit waits around, watching him pensively.

"Are you okay?" He finally asks, making Roier swallow suddenly, almost chocking. "Feeling sore?"

Roier coughs, wishing he didn't get this embarrassed so easily.

"Nah, it's fine. I'm good."

Cellbit nods as if he already expected that answer. "I tried not to be so rough last night but I don't know, I could have gotten a little carried away."

Being fair, yeah, he did get a bit rough at the end there, as soon as he took control of the pacing, but Roier felt so good he didn't care at the time. The little portion of overstimulation after he came also wasn't as bothering as he thought it would be. Sure, right now, a few hours later, he definitely feels it on his hips, his back and his legs. He can't deny he's trying his best not to walk too much like a trembling, newborn deer. But it's not anything that he needs to whine and look like a crybaby to Cellbit for.

"Don't worry about that, I'm a though guy."

Cellbit gives him a knowing, naughty smile. Maybe a little fond too, but that might be Roier's wishful thinking.

"I know you are."

There's not much more he can do here, shoving his phone in the pocket of Cellbit's lended pants, he walks towards the door with his companion in tow. 

"So, I guess I'll. Go." Awkward, he plays with the strap of his borrowed bag. He catches himself lingering, taking his time to go. He doesn't want this to end.

"Yeah, it was fun. It was a pleasure meeting you." Cellbit winks, flirty.

"It really was a pleasure, yeah." Roier let's out a genuine laugh. "So, I'll... see you around? Maybe. I don't know."

Both of them know that's most surely not gonna happen and Roier doesn't wanna lose touch. So much for no strings attached, he doesn't want to let go of Cellbit now. They slept spoon cuddling! There's no way he could let go now. Their souls are intertwined.

"Yeah, maybe. Maybe."

Feeling too bad about the farewell and the rejected breakfast table, Roier is taken by the urge to do something, anything to compensate. Before que can think too much about it, but not bold enough to go for a kiss, he approaches and wraps his arms around Cellbit's middle in a goodbye hug.

As soon as he does it, he absolutely regrets. Who does this? Who hugs their one night stand goodbye? What will Cellbit think?? But he doesn't seem to bothered by it, he only hums contentedly and wraps his arms around Roier, reciprocating. They stay like that for a little while, until Roier finally pulls away because he really, really needs to go. 

"Well, okay, bye." He says at last, quickly leaving, hearing Cellbit laughs at his rush. 

Before the door to the apartment closes, his temporary lover throws him kisses in the air.

As he turns towards the stairs, a stupid, ridiculous, giddy smile on his face, his phone vibrates on his pocket, probably with Melissa on her last warning. She'll kill him as soon as she sees him, for sure.  But he's not caring about it right now, Roier feels the loss in each of the three steps he takes. Then, he decides, you know what? Fuck it. He's not gonna see Cellbit again either way if he doesn't try, he's got nothing to lose.

The door open again after the very first knock.

"Hi."

"Hi again." Cellbit has a tiny smile playing on his lips, cute and so fond.

"How are we gonna see each other around if you don't go here anymore, stupid?"

Cellbit raises his shoulders, "You're the one who said it."

"But you agreed. So you should make up for it by giving me your number."

This ridiculous guy can't even bother to keep the smile off every word he says, "That's only fair."

He accepts Roier's phone and quickly types his number, returning it.

"Nice, thanks! Have a good day, bye!" Roier starts backing away with his back turned to the corridor, incapable of taking his eyes of that smile.

"Bye, gatinho!" Later on, Roier will remember to look up what that word means.

For now, he accepts his fate as this clingy, easy guy:

"You know I don't know how those hook up things work, right? I'm gonna message as soon as I get home."

There's a shine in Cellbit's eye that become even more noticeable now, with an added glint that gives the impression of a huge smile, even if Cellbit's actual mouth hasn't moved much.

"I wouldn't accept less."

"Hi," Melissa pushes her sunglasses up like the girl in Mean Girls, and Roier enters the car quickly with a petty eye roll. "I thought you were dead and decomposing in a dumpster at this point."

"No you didn't, if you did, you would have come beat Cellbit's ass way earlier." Roier tries hiding his borrowed bag, trying not to draw her attention to it, buckles his seatbelt and looks out through the window to Cellbit's floor. 

"That's right, I would have skinned him alive. So, you did get it, didn't you?" She scrutinizes him up and down with a knowing look on her face, clearly pointing out his new clothes.

"Of course I did, what else would I be doing there the whole night?" He thinks back at last night, letting out a dreamy sigh. 

Melissa finally starts the car, taking off quickly, leaving Cellbit's building behind.

"Wow, you get your ass fucked and gains an attitude? What kind of dick is that?"

"How do you know I'm the one who was fucked? I could be the one doing the fucking, you know?"

She laughs in a way that is honestly so offending, "Oh, honey, your bratty ass is not a top. Also, you have a very visible limp."

"Oh, shit!" That's why Cellbit was saying all that shit about being rough. That's fucking embarrassing.

"Yeah. But anyways, was it the way you dreamed?"

Roier sighs dreamingly again.

"Ay, Melissa. It was everything! He's so fucking good, God, I would let him have me in every way he wanted, even if my ass is sore as fuck." Since he's looking at the window with a lost gaze, he doesn't see Melissa's disgusted face. "There's a Cellbit-shaped hole inside me that can't be filled by someone else, you know?"

"Ugh, ew." He ignores the exasperation in her voice. "Have some fucking respect for your elders and don't tell me the fucking details, oh my god."

While she goes on to complain about how she held Roier in her arms (her four year old arms, by the way she's not that much older than him) one day and now she has to pick him up from a hookup's place and has to hear all those naughty details from him, and ugh children these days, Roier opens up a chat with the most recently added number and texts him an impulsive hi.

He did warn Cellbit that he was gonna message him soon, he just couldn't wait until he was home. So what? Roier is still riding the pheromones of intense passion and the lax in his body from the pounding, he can just blame those for being so desperate.

Sooner than he was expecting, his phone lights up with a message back.