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Aidan might be physically a big, muscular brute, but emotionally…yeah, he was a big marshmallow.
I needed to go out and get laid, somehow, because until I did I was a ticking time bomb. If I was this fucked up over my gay roommate accidentally sort-of licking my thumb, I was about to lose it.
Aidan was my roommate. My friend, maybe. The guy who made me a rainbow garden. If he was going to let some drunk gay boy snuggle with him…why wasn’t it me?
I could feel his breath on my lips and my heart was beating away like I was having a panic attack. Only it was the opposite of a panic attack. An excitement attack?
Dicks were amazing: soft skin over hard flesh, sensitive and responsive and such a perfect fit for a hand. Why had I ever been satisfied with only having one to play with?
