Roman

Just want to gauge people's reactions to this. Longer chapters, slow burner, more focused on character development and relationships than just straight sex, let me know what you think. 

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All characters are 18+

"Just wait a moment and I'll get my son to help you with that", I heard my mom call out the front door, and instantly began banging on my bedroom door where my little brother had barricaded himself inside to get changed.

"David?" She called from the bottom of the stairs, "can you come down here for a minute?"

I groaned. It was eight on a Saturday morning, the fact that I was even out of bed at this hour was bad enough.

"DAVID!?"

"WHAT MOM!" I barked, and was immediately taken down a peg by a roar from my dad.

"Yes mom?" I corrected, rolling my eyes.

"Come down and help the new neighbours with their stuff, will you, sweetie?"

"I'm just waiting for Alex to get out of the bedroom" I told her, "I'm in my underwear".

"Oh you can get dressed after" she replied, and I groaned loudly.

"Do what your mother tells you!" Dad called.

"I'M IN MY UNDERWEAR!"

"YOU'RE EIGHTEEN, NOT EIGHT! GET YOUR BUTT DOWNSTAIRS AND LISTEN TO YOU MOTHER!!"

As chaotic as it all sounded, I actually got on quite well with my parents, but greeting the new neighbours wearing just a pair of tight briefs was a little uncomfortable. Don't ask why I wear briefs, when my folks are the ones paying for them, I don't argue.

I stood at the top of the stairs with my hands over my junk as my mom beckoned me down.

"It won't take long, sweetie" she beamed, "just pop on your shoes".

The area we lived in was mostly packed with old people considering it was a pretty quiet place. I expected the new neighbours to be some ancient couple who couldn't move a bag, and so rather moronically, I strolled out the front door and closed it behind me. When I looked up, I instantly regretted it.

Staring back at me was the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes on. He was at least twice the size of me in width, with his arms bulging in his tight football jersey. His dark hair was styled to perfection, his smooth, tanned skin seemed to shine in the sunlight, and he looked as though he could have easily just walked off a catwalk. My cheeks began to burn red.

"Oh... Uh... Hey" he half smirked, his eyes fleeting down at my stupid fucking briefs.

I turned back toward the house, banging relentlessly on the door but when I looked through the glass, I could see my mom was already vacuuming with her god damn headphones on. Dad was in the shower, and Alex wouldn't have let me in, anyway. I turned back to him with an awkward, humiliated smile on my face just as he was covering a laugh.

"Nice undies" he sniggered, and all I could do was grimace. "Do you mind helping me with this" he asked, pointing to a two seater sofa, "my dad is disabled, so it's just me" he shrugged.

How could I refuse now? I glanced up and down the street, though it was unlikely that even if any of the pensioners were out, that they'd actually be able to see me without binoculars.

"Um... Sure" I winced, and reluctantly shuffled across my lawn.

Standing next to him felt like standing next to a celebrity. I could even smell him now, a strong yet delicious scent of masculinity mixed with whatever deodorant he was wearing. There were two large sweat patches under his beefy arms, and now that I was up close and personal, my eyes couldn't help but glance down at his bulge.

"Roman" he said, extending his hand, and when I took it, he almost crushed me.

"David" I gasped, and he smiled.

"Nice to meet you, David. I guess we're gonna' be neighbours".

His eyes rested on mine for a moment too long before he cocked his head toward the truck and I nodded. His sheer beauty almost made me forget that I was standing there in nothing more than my ridiculous looking underwear. As soon as I got back inside, I was going to demand some boxer shorts.

"I prefer boxer briefs myself" he said as he dragged the sofa out with apparent ease, and I struggled to catch the other side of it. "Lets your balls breath a bit" he added with a sparking smile.

"Yeah" I nodded, "I um... All of mine are in the laundry".

"Right".

By the time we reached his living room, my face was red from exhaustion and humiliation. Why on earth did I have to meet such a hot fucking guy like this? I stood there awkwardly for a moment before an older man came through the door in a wheelchair and I could instantly tell where Roman got his good looks from.

"Look at you, champ!" The man smiled at his son, "making friends already".

Roman grinned, and his dad wheeled himself over to me.

"The names Numerals" he said, holding his hand out, and I was sure I'd misheard.

"Oh... Um... David" I replied, and as I reached out to shake his hand, both he and his son snorted with laughter.

"I'm just fucking with you, kid" he chuckled, "Mike".

I cracked a smile. Roman Numerals... Good one.

"I hope you don't mind me asking" Mike said, studying me, "but why are you half naked?"

"Uh... I... I um..."

"Don't mind him" Roman scoffed toward his dad, and placed his strong hand on my naked shoulder, which nearly caused me to pop a boner right in front of both of them.

As Roman led me back outside, I couldn't help but bask in the feeling of his hand on my shoulder. It was nothing to him, but to me, a closeted gay kid who'd fantasised about something like this for a long time, it felt magical.

"So" he said finally, "are you in school here or?"

"Yeah, Jefferson High" I told him, "final year. Are you going there?"

The stunning young man shook his head.

"I finished school last year" he explained, "was gonna' go to college, but then my dad had his accident and... You know how it is".

I felt a pang of sympathy for him, but he changed the subject quickly.

"There doesn't seem to be many hot chicks around here" he laughed, as Mrs. Lincoln from across the street screamed at one of her many cats.

I knew it had been too good to be true the moment that I laid eyes on him, but hearing him confirm it still stung just as bad as it always did.

"Not really" I smiled, and perhaps I looked too sad when I did, because Roman rustled my hair and laughed.

"Or boys".

I froze slightly as the young man walked ahead and climbed back into the truck. Had he just said what I thought he'd said? As I watched his plump backside in his shorts as he bent over, I wondered how on earth he knew? Nobody knew about me, which meant I was damn good at keeping it a secret, yet Roman seemed to have realised it in less than twenty minutes. Or maybe I was just overthinking it. Perhaps he was just trying to cover all bases. Yeah, that was it.

"Here" he said, and beckoned me over to him.

"I think these will suit you better" he told me, and a moment later, he draped a pair of boxer briefs over my head, and laughed once more. God, even his laugh was hot.

I took them in my hand and gawped at him. Had he really just given me a pair of his designer underwear?!

"I... I can't take these" I said, though I secretly wanted to run home and inhale them, "I've got some of my own, honest".

He grinned at me once more and shrugged.

"Fine, then take them as payment for the sofa".

Before I could argue, not that I wanted to argue, Roman turned back around and began lifting bags onto his broad shoulders.

"Do you need more help?" I asked, "I'm not doing anything today".

His smile lit up his face once again, and what a perfect face it was.

"I'm good for now" he told me, "but maybe you can show me around the town later on?"

I nodded before the words had even left his mouth.

"Sweet" he said, jumping out of the truck, "it's a date".

As I watched the most magnificent young man I had ever spoken to walk back across his lawn, I couldn't help but pinch myself. Had all of that just happened?!

Yes. Yes it had.

"Are you meeting a girl?" Alex almost gagged as he walked into our bedroom a few hours later and looked at me as though I was some type of revolting insect.

"No!" I snapped, desperately trying to comb down my persistent cowlick, but failing every time.

"You smell like that time when all dad's aftershave smashed in the bathroom" he told me, holding his nose, "you're definitely meeting a girl".

I rolled my eyes as he hurried from the room to inform the rest of the family of his newfound knowledge, and a short while later, the doorbell rang and my heart nearly ripped through my chest.

"I'LL GET IT!" I roared as Alex yanked the door open and Roman stood like a god in the doorway.

"Hello" he smiled at Alex, who looked disappointed that his theory had been incorrect.

"That's Peely, right?" Roman said, pointing to Alex's Fortnite t-shirt, and now he'd gone and done it.

Alex's eyes lit up. He'd been trying to talk to me about the damn game for months, but I found more excitement watching the wall than watching him play that stupid game. Roman however, seemed thoroughly interested.

"Wanna get going?" I interrupted as Alex tried to explain something.

"What's the hurry?" Roman smiled at me, and my jaw dropped as he returned his attention to my ten-year-old brother and continued speaking to him.

After five more gruelling minutes of Fortnite conversation, Alex appeared to have found a new best friend, and I stood slumped against the door, bored senseless.

"Ready?" Roman asked, and I could tell by his grin that he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You were an annoying little kid once, too, you know" he smirked, nudging me with his elbow as we left the house.

"Yeah" I nodded, "but nobody stood around talking to me about all the weird shit I liked".

"Well" he shrugged, dropping his strong arm over my shoulder as we walked down the street under the golden warmth of the evening sunset, "here I am. Tell me about it".

"About what?" I questioned, but I was mostly concentrated on the fact that I was being held by him.

"The weird shit you liked as a kid".

"As if"

"Do it" he said, "I wanna' hear about it".

I glanced at him from the side, and he smiled down at me. Something about the warmth in his eyes gave me butterflies, but I shook them off and scoffed.

"No way" I eventually said.

"Fine, then you can listen to me talk about all the weird shit I liked as a kid".

As we walked, Roman proceeded to tell me how he liked to stick Play-Doh up his nostrils and blow it out as hard as he could to see how far he could make them go. Then he told me how he spent six months designing and constructing an entire village for all the worms in his backyard, only to wake up one day to a murder of crows, well... Murdering.

"Alright" I laughed, "you win".

"What's this place then?" He asked, as we pushed through a rusted gate and strolled up a large, grassy hill.

"Just wait" I said, and although he was powering ahead of me and I was gasping for breath by the time we reached the top, the two of us made it and I watched as his eyes widened.

It was the highest point in the town, and overlooked everything in a hundred miles.

"I used to come here to get away from..." My voice trailed off, and Roman looked down at me.

"To get away from what?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing... I mean, I used to come here to chill".

He cocked a brow, but perhaps he could tell that I didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't pry. Instead, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and lifted his strong, muscular arms in the air.

"WOOOOO!!" He howled into the air as the sun dipped behind the mountains in the distance.

"You can't do that in the city" he beamed at me, "and do you know what else you can't do?"

I shrugged and shook my head.

"This"

I watched in awe as Roman dragged his shorts down to his ankles and repeated the same calling as he'd done a moment ago. My eyes widened, my mouth fell open and all I could do was stare at the best ass I had ever fucking seen.

"Feels good to be so free out here, doesn't it?" He smiled, turning his body toward me as he pulled his shorts back up.

I missed seeing his junk by just a second, and I wanted to punch myself in the face for it.

"I guess so" I half laughed, though I wasn't sure what exactly he meant.

"So, David" he said, adjusting himself, "tell me something".

"Tell you what?"

He took me around the shoulder again, the two of us facing the stunning landscape of green, orange and blue and he exhaled deeply.

"Are you gonna tell me that you're gay, or do I have to pretend that I don't already know?"