And They Were Roommates....

A short story(smut) kind of inspired by Patroclus and Achilles. ;)

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Luke was always the kind of guy that attracted everyone. With his gentle aura, his soft smile, and friendly demeanor, he attracted everyone he wanted and didn't want. He was very lovable and energetic so everyone wanted to be with him. He was even called "a man who could light up the world with just his smile."

They were his favorite, even our CEO's favorite so everyone knew he would be promoted within a month. 

What they didn't know was once we were inside our shared apartment, he was exhausted. Exhausted of trying to be everyone's hero, everyone's favorite because of how high the expectations were always for him. 

He didn't have a choice. He had to keep up the false personality he was constantly performing to please his controlling mother and the emotional abuser father of his. It was what he has always known so it was something he did outside whether he liked or not. 

He was grateful for the opportunities that came with it but it didn't mean that he liked being an easy target of jealousy and obsession from other people who thought they owned him. 

People didn't know we were close because in public, I liked pretending I didn't know him because I didn't want to taint his reputation with my aloof and grumpy attitude. People often looked at me as if I was a weirdo, only because I liked to be alone and I was extremely silent. 

I was the very opposite of him. He has such clean and clear skin, a flawless one. My body was filled with tattoos and I have a few piercings here and there, people didn't like me much but they have to accept my presence anyway all because I was the chairman's grandchild but I didn't care about what they think because I do my job well. 

We were opposites and yet we seemed to understand each other better than anyone else. 

So when we were finally alone, he drunkenly climbed on my lap, settling himself comfortable while he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. 

We were friends and yet we were more than friends. 

I didn't date anymore after having him as my roommate and even if he went to a few dates here and there, he would go home alone and would slip under my covers. He would watch me as I jerked off and he would leave my room with a pleaded smile whenever I came intensely at the sight of him. I would watch as he played with his ass and nipples and I would ran to the bathroom after he came. 

But neither did we make a move to each other because while I wasn't afraid to be ridiculed, he was scared of everyone's opinions and perception of him. 

Whenever he was drunk was different. He would always try to touch and kiss me but I didn't allow him to because I didn't want him to regret anything when he turns sober the next morning. 

It was hard to resist but he was my everything. His smile was enough to drive me crazy. 

He smiled at me as he played with my hair. "Dean...you always have such nice hair. I would like to know how it feels when I pull them aggressively while we have sex." He giggled softly and my heart softened at that. 

I was exhausted too so I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and lay my head against his flat chest. 

After a while of him making sexual comments and jokes, I stood up, protecting him from falling. "Come on. It's time to go to bed."

He whined like a little kid but as soon as I stepped on the stairs, he was fast asleep on my shoulder. 

I lay him on his bed and sat down beside him, admiring him for a while while he snores and mumbles in his sleep. I caressed his cheek, smiling sadly at him. 

He looked so sad. It made me so fucking angry at how people didn't even notice that or even his own fucking family. 

He was precious. He deserved the world.

He hugged my hand and mumbled, "Sleep with me...I do not want to be alone."

So I took him in my arms and I slept beside him, taking care of him as he went back to sleep.

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