The Roommate Problem

By MM Harding

Damon
My roommate had me all twisted up with emotions and feelings that I never knew I had. It would be easier if he would just keep his shirt on. One epic night brings out desires and needs that I have to explore. I thought I was straight. I though being miserable was apart of life.

Jack
He's shy and uncertain and the sexiest man I have ever seen. It wasn't until I heard him crying out my name that I thought there was a chance that I could have him. But he has a lot to work out and all I want to do is be there for him.

A short story of two men exploring and their sexuality with a guaranteed HEA

Dual first person POV

TW: This MM erotic romance contains explicit spicy scenes and light breath play.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MM Harding
• Release date: Jan 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223918998

Book preview

Damon

There are people in the world who don’t think about what they say before they say it. I am one of those people.

When I got home from work, my roommate Jack was there. He was in the kitchen in sweats and nothing else. A former college football player had left him muscled, and with the definition I envied.

I stay fit, too, but there is no way I could keep up with him. He kept his dark brown hair short. He hadn’t shaved today, and his scruff highlighted his strong chin. A thin line of hair descended from his navel and disappeared under his pants.

I have never been one to look at a man and feel my cock stir until he moved in. When he’s not looking at me, I am staring at him. I would catch myself and feel shame.

I’m not supposed to like men. I liked women exclusively.

Hey man, he called to me when he heard the door close. Making mushroom chicken, want some?

When he turned to look at me, I could see how far down his thigh his cock went. It pressed lightly against his pants, but there was no mistaking it. If that was him soft, how fucking big was he? My mouth salivated at the thought of it hovering in front of my face. I swallowed hard.

I had been trying to avoid him for ages. On the other hand, he has been trying to get to know me. He’s trying hard. He keeps his shit picked up and does his dishes, and there is almost always dinner for me when I get home.

When he’s home, he’s usually shirtless, and that had me wrapped up in knots every time. He is not making anything better.

Waves of mixed emotions washed over me. I have this constant desire to touch him, and after that desire manifests into a powerful wave of need, I retreat to my bedroom with shame.

I forced myself to resist the urge to masturbate to that body. The images that floated through my head of him pumping into me as he stared down at me with matching need.

I have failed that resistance several times. Last night I woke from a dream of his face as he came inside me, and my hand was already on my cock, pumping furiously.

When I came, I cried out, and dread followed closely behind. I had been too loud. What if he heard me? He certainly saw me changing my bed again this morning.

I should refuse his offer. I should go to my room and eat the leftovers in my mini fridge and pretended that my roommate wasn’t sexy as fuck. But my mouth had other plans.

Sure, I said. That would be great.

He flashed a broad grin and plated dinner. I went to my room to drop my stuff and had a meltdown.

I tossed my bag on the bed and put my hand on my chest. My heart was beating so hard and so furiously that it hurt. I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t even know why I felt this way. It didn’t make sense.

Pacing around my room, I felt my blood rush through my body and my anxiety peak. I put my hands behind my head and tried to breathe as I strode back and forth. My cock was already awake. Stirring to a semi-hard state. Fuck.

I was hot. Sweat was beading up all over me. I pulled off my tie and threw it on the bed. I kicked my shoes and socks off because my feet felt like they were on fire.

The cold floor under my feet calmed me a little.

Dinner’s ready, he called down the hall. That voice