Roommate Worship - Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

I hid in my room all day like I always did when things got awkward, Wes’s flavour of the week had left hours ago. I had just waited for him to knock all day—I had completely, utterly fucked up.

What the hell had I been thinking? I licked his cum off the floor. Like some depraved, sex-starved lunatic. And the worst part? He saw me, he must have! He didn’t yell, didn’t freak out, didn’t even look disgusted. He just smirked and walked away. Which, honestly, was so much worse.

Had he seen everything? Did he know exactly what I did? My mind raced, replaying his expression over and over, searching for some clue. The smirk. The raised eyebrow. The lingering glance. Did that mean he was mad? Confused? Amused? God, I was going to vomit.

I had to move. Change my name. Transfer schools. Maybe join a monastery. Poor Wes—he didn’t deserve this. Sure, he was open, sometimes too open, but he’d been nothing but kind to me. What I did wasn’t just embarrassing—it had to be some kind of sexual harassment, right? And the way he didn’t even make a fuss about it, didn’t call me out or threaten to beat the shit out of me… Honestly, he should have.

Just as I was spiraling into full-blown panic mode, I heard it: a knock on my door.

My stomach knotted. My palms went clammy. My chest felt tight, like my body had forgotten how to breathe. Another knock, louder this time.

“Come in,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I prayed he hadn’t heard it, but of course, Wes always heard everything.

The door swung open, and there he was—the man of my dreams, standing in the doorway like a goddamn Greek hero. His face was unreadable as he stepped inside, his presence filling the small room as he crossed to my bed. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it.

He sat down beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. For a moment, he said nothing, just stared at me like he was trying to figure me out. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Hey, man. About before…”

I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. This was it. He was going to tell me I was disgusting, that he couldn’t live with me anymore, that I’d ruined everything. My throat tightened as I braced myself for the worst.

“It was kinda hot, I gotta say.”

Wait. Hold on. Did he just…?

I blinked, staring at him in disbelief. “W-what?”

Wes grinned, leaning back against the wall like he didn’t just drop a bomb on me. “Yeah, I mean, it caught me off guard, sure. But the more I thought about it… I don’t know. It’s kinda flattering, in a weird way.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My brain was too busy short-circuiting to form a coherent response.

“Dakota,” he said, his tone soft but serious now. “I gotta ask. Do you really, like… really like me?”

The question hit me like a freight train. My face burned as I tried to find the words. “I… I mean… yeah. I do.”

Wes nodded, like he already knew the answer. “You’re that into me, huh?”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Yeah,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry. I know it’s weird, and I—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Relax. I’m not mad. Honestly, it’s kinda… nice. Knowing someone thinks that highly of me.”

I looked up, my heart still racing. “You’re not… freaked out?”

“Freaked out?” He chuckled. “Nah, man. You’re my bro. My best bro. I’ve never had a roommate like you. Sure, you’re a little awkward, and uptight, and, you know, you lick my cum off the floor like a horny dog…”

I cringed, burying my face in my hands. “Oh my God, please don’t remind me.”

Wes laughed, nudging me playfully. “But is it weird that I’m kinda into it? I mean, it’s like… you worship me or something. And I gotta say, that’s a pretty good feeling.”

I peeked at him through my fingers, my heart doing flips. “You’re… into it?”

“Yeah, dude. You make me feel like a god or some shit.” He winked, his grin widening. “And I think I could get used to that.”

For a moment, I just stared at him, unable to believe what I was hearing. Then, slowly, a smile crept onto my face. Maybe I hadn’t ruined everything after all.

Wes leaned back, that cocky smirk still plastered across his face, and with zero hesitation, he reached for the waistband of his slacks. In one swift motion, he flung his cock out, letting it spring free and stand proud between us.

“So,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “wanna worship me?”