[OC - Brian and Chester] - 1

It’s been 5 months since I moved into my roommate’s condo. We live in a pretty big space. There are two rooms, one living room, a fairly sized kitchen, and one bathroom. My hometown is pretty far from my new university, so when I found that this guy, Brian, was looking for a roommate to cut down on the expenses, I just had to jump in. Besides, it would be nice to have a new friend to start my new university life with. Brian and I are both in our second year of university. I recently moved to this university because the last one I went to was shit. Safe to say, I like this one better. Not just because I get to jog to campus and not have to worry about traffic, but because I get to see Brian every day on and off campus. Though I wish he was awake whenever I see him in the mornings. But this time, it seems a little different.

I go to the kitchen and mix my protein shake. Then I notice the wavy-haired man at the dinner table. His hair is messier than usual. He seems to be frowning. That piercing on his right bottom lip protrudes as he does. His slim tattooed arm is elegantly making strokes on his tablet. Ah yes, my artist roommate, Brian. But he looks disheveled at the moment. Piles of paper are scattered on the dining table. Not a single coffee in hand. I walk to the table.

“Morning, dude,” I say with my rough voice.
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“Oh hey,” he bluntly replies, tired eyes glued to the tablet.

Man, I'll never get tired of hearing that deep voice.

“Wait... It’s morning already?? ” Finally, he notices me. His deep voice amplified.

“Yeah, it’s 6 AM. And you look like you need coffee and a shower.”

“Fuuuuuuckk…” He wipes his palms on his face. He seems more frustrated today.

I chuckle. “How long did you stay up this time?” I say as my left hand is placed on the table, supporting my stance.

“I don’t know. I've been awake since afternoon yesterday.” His voice was serious. I wanna tease him.

“Where are you going?” He asks as if he doesn’t know my routine already. This is just his way of keeping up a conversation. Ah, I just love it when he tries to improve his social skills.

“To the gym, obviously,” I smirk, sipping my protein shake.

“...Morning people.” He says after giving me that annoyed look.

I find his grumpiness amusing. He wasn’t like this when I first came into the picture. But when he started to be comfortable with me, he wouldn’t shy away from participating in a little banter.

“You’re just jealous I get to have breakfast, a good morning shower, and get to drive to the gym in one morning without destroying my sleep. Unlike you night owls.” I say, completely smug.

“Ugh- leave me alone. I’m already stressed as it is.” He leans his head down flat on his tablet as if he just tried to bash his head. Maybe I’m being too mean?
“Yeah, whatever. I’ll let you have this pity party for once.” I say, pretending not to buy the whole ‘stressed-out student’ card to tease him.

“What’s that supposed to mean??” He turns his face towards me, his head still sticking to the tablet. Then, I shrug my shoulders.
“I’ll have you know that I have a morning routine besides having a breakdown.” He defends himself.

“Oh really? When was the last time you stuck to it then?” I cross my arms.

“Well uh..” He thinks to himself. I find it cute.

“Well? I’m dying to hear how long it’s been since your ass got out of bed in the morning.”

“Shut up, it’s not my fault classes start late and they bombard us with homework. Cut me some slack will you?” He snaps. I can tell it’s a mix between playful and serious.

“Just say your time management sucks, dude. Or you’re lazy so you procrastinate”

“Hey, I’m not lazy! I work hard!” He snaps again.

“At ruining your body clock?? Yeah okay, I believe you,” I tease, my smirk never leaving.

He gets back to drawing on his iPad. He grumbles and ignores my tease. Maybe I went too far. Come to think of it, are art students usually night owls? I’m not sure, but all I’m sure of is that he's being very cute right now...

“Hey, relax. I’m just pushing your buttons. Heh.” I say as I ruffle his hair. He flinches but tries to sulk. I could’ve sworn I saw a blush just now. I wasn’t so sure ‘cause I was too busy playing with his stressed-out hair. It just looks funny. And… adorable. I could just play with it all day. But that would make me obvious.

“Aight, this morning person’s out. And get some sleep, will you? You’ve been working too hard lately.” I say as I walk back to my room to get my other stuff.
And then I walk to the living room door. I was about to open it until I heard a soft snore. I turn around to find him finally sleeping. His head is wrapped around his arms on the table. It looks uncomfortable. I sigh, and then I walk towards him again. I tidy his papers.
I guess I shouldn’t have teased him so much today. I whisper to him, assuming he’s knocked out already. “Sorry for teasing you. I know you’re a hard worker. But it’s time for you to take care of yourself. No more pulling all-nighters, okay?”

I decide it’s time to go for real this time but then I hear him shift. I look back again and realize the table isn’t a good place to sleep. I place my arms on his back and legs. I gently lift him up and carry him to his bedroom. Thankfully it wasn’t locked.

His bedroom is a mess. I let out a disappointed sigh. Clothes everywhere. I can’t even tell which ones are clean and which ones aren’t. Then, I noticed ripped-up underwear just below the bed. It was peeking at me. Like he was trying to hide it but failed. It made me wonder but I didn’t mind it too much. Maybe it was old unusable underwear that he decided to rip up to make a rug.

I gently put him to bed. I pet his head again. God, he’s so cute. He looks so peaceful now. That makes me happy. I was about to finally leave, until…

“Chester…” It was just a murmur, but it felt like I was almost hit by a car with how much it made my heart pump. It was rough but sweet… He’s sleep-talking. I wanna wait to hear it again… But I have to go, seriously.
After a second of hesitation, I walk back to him. I kiss his forehead. It was so gentle and quick that I doubt even a person who’s awake would feel it.

Time to go!

A few hours later… By the time I arrived, I immediately knocked on Brian’s door. I open it.
“Well look who’s finally awake,” I say sarcastically.

“....shit, how long was I…” Brian looks at me, eyes still squinting, hair even messier. “I don’t remember how I got here.”

“I carried your lazy ass here. You slept at the table. You looked uncomfortable.”

Brian looks at me, unamused. Ah, there goes his cute grumpy face again.

“Ugh. I still need to work on my assignments.” He says as he slowly sits up.

My voice shifts to a serious tone. “Nope. You spent all night till dawn stressing about your course work, it’s time for you to relax.” I sit right beside him where he’s sitting.

He looks me dead in the eye with that bitch face. “You smell.”

“Well duh, I went to the gym, also the sun was so hot today. Besides, not everyone spends the whole day in bed smelling like roses.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m a little princess who doesn’t work. I get it, I’ll get up now.” He stands up, attempting to take a step. But I grab his wrist to sit him down.

“No, no, I never said you never work. I just said you have a bad body clock. Biiig difference.” I tease, smirking.

“You literally called me lazy.”

“I told you I was just pushing your buttons. It’s fun to see your reactions~” I say playfully like I’m talking to a dog.

“Okay whatever, but I still need to do work.” He tries to get up again.

“Nope, stay here and rest.” I yank his arm, forcing him to sit back down beside me.

“...Fine” He sighs, sounding like he’s over it. “Why are you suddenly being nice?”
“What? I’m always nice~” I chuckle. “You just get all pissy and bitchy for no reason.”

“So much for being nice, thanks for annoying me again.”

“See? You’re getting pouty again~”, I grab his chin gently. He flinches.

He pauses. “Okay, I get it. Sorry, I guess”

“Are you actually being docile right now?” I laugh.

“The fuck you mean??” He removes my hand from his chin.

“Maaaan, you’re way easier to deal with when you aren’t moaning and bitching about everything like something's up your ass all the time. That’s why I like you better resting~” I tease.

And then I see it. His face fully flushed. Woah. That really caught me off-guard. Usually, he would put up with my attitude but now... He just goes completely red?

“Wait, what’re you blushing at?” I switch off my smug attitude for a second.

“Huh??”
“You’re red. What were you thinking about?” I smirk as if I just caught a criminal.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ab-”

“Bullshit. You’re literally sitting beside me. Look.” I point at his face. “Quit denying it.”

Brian touches his cheeks in shock. “I-It’s nothing.” He crawls to the middle of the bed to try and avoid me. I grab his shoulders.

“Nah-uh. I don’t believe you. You’re not shutting me down like that. Spill it.”
I shake him. He swings his tattooed arm to remove my hands.

“I’m going back to sleep.” Brian lies down on his side, completely facing away from me. I notice the waistband of his grey underwear peeking. I get an idea. I bet this will get him to talk. I smirk, then I lie down behind him like we’re spooning.
I was about to pull a prank on him until-

“Hey Chester…?”

He turns to lie on his back, his head facing me. I freeze. His face, though still firm, tells me he wants a heart-to-heart. Maybe it was a bad idea to be teasing him right now.

“Yeah?” I respond with a careful tone.
“I DO wanna admit something… And uh… It's gonna shock you a little bit. Just don't judge me…”

“If you're gonna ask me to do the dishes from now on. I still ain't doing it.” I laugh-

“-Can you give me a wedgie?”

I freeze for a second, staring him dead in the eyes. Then I nervously laugh as my cheeks turn red, “Is this a joke?”

“Ugh. Nevermind. Forget I asked.” He turns his grumpy face away.

He’s… being serious? “Wait. Are you for real right now?”

He blushes and nods. I'm a little taken aback by the sudden request. A wedgie? Of all things? I contemplate for a few seconds. I guess he wasn't kidding when he said it would be shocking.

…But who am I to deny my good friend what he wants? After all, it's harmless. I think.
...I’m really gonna demand him an explanation after this.

I smirk. “Alright then. Turn around for me.”

He turns his back on me obediently.

“I’m gonna be gentle since you should be resting more today,” I affirm.

I grab the fabric of his grey briefs. I can tell they were briefs from the marks on his ass cheeks. I pause for a second, and then I make the first pull on the undies. It was slow and gentle, but he still flinched. It makes me wonder why he's asking me to do this. But I'll play along. After all, I’m curious about how this makes him feel. I make another jerk. He yelps. And I find it amusing.

I chuckle. “Having trouble down there, buddy?”

Brian groans in response. It clicks something in me… And so I jerk his underwear further without hesitation. The seams of his briefs multiply.

“Fuck!” He mumbles.

I take that one particular middle seam and yank it hard, but not hard enough to potentially hurt him. And then I hear something. Did he just… moan? I know wedgies are supposed to be uncomfortable but is it really uncomfortable enough for him to moan like... THAT? Interesting.

“Haha… What? You like it when I pull on your cute little briefs, baby~?” Then I pause and release his underwear in shock, realizing what I just said. What is wrong with meeee!

I panic silently. Brian exhales. Then he shifts to fix his underwear.

“Why'd you sto- wait.. did you just call me baby?” He turns. His face is flushed. His hand was still inside his shorts.

“Oh-uh.. haha! Don't worry about it. I was just teasing you”
I think I got carried away. I chuckle nervously as I scratch the back of my head. Shit. I hope he doesn’t think too much of it. I’m screwed if he finds out. Now he’s gonna demand an explanation. How the tables have turned. Panic sets in on me. I blush and turn around, giving him privacy. I fake a cough and then I stand.

“You should definitely go back to sleep like I said. Sorry about that.” I gently suggest.

“Okay..” He sounds tired, and his face is still a bit flushed. Is he embarrassed about asking for a wedgie out of nowhere? Or is it something else?

“And uh.. As for me, I should probably go take a bath and a nap. Sorry for teasing you today when you're stressed. Please rest well.” I scramble to reach halfway out the door.

“Chester.”

That voice made me flinch. That deep and soothing voice...

“Thank you. For tucking me in earlier…” Brian blurts out. I turn my head. I freeze for a second... Then I give him an awkward smile and a nod.

“And you rest well too, Chester.” He adds.

I keep my head down, dazed as I walk out of the room. I close the door. I slide down to the placemat below. I slap my palms on my face. What just happened??? Now all I could think about was my name in his voice… The wedgie, and even worse, that moan... Fuuuuck. I'm so screwed. I feel the rush of blood on my cheeks. Everything is gonna be so awkward from now on.

End.