Please Stay, Baby.

After my mom walks out, I realize how nice the room actually was. There were two full size beds, two desks, two quite large bookshelves, two separate closets on either sides of the room, an air conditioner and heater that we had the controls to, and a very plush, cream colored carpet underneath my feet. There was a counter with a microwave and a mini fridge right outside the bathroom. The room itself was pretty big, and it felt roomy. I laid on my bed and kicked off my converse and no-show socks. I pulled out my laptop and started watching a horror film. Halfway through, I was bored of the cheesy jump scares and shut the laptop. I blew air from my mouth, and thought about poking through Frank's stuff. Just as I was about to cross the room towards his bed, the door swung open and I saw the most beautiful man I've seen in my life. He had black hair that was shaved on one side, and a gold lip ring. He wore a black button-up shirt and black skinny jeans that showed off his skinny thighs and his round ass. He was struggling to take off his grey bar laced Vans. He had beautiful pale skin and his arms were covered in tattoos, which were one of my major turn ons. I shift my weight, and it seemed that he hadn't noticed me yet. "H-hello." I stutter and clear my throat, nervous to speak to him all of the sudden. He turns to me and smiles. "Hey dude. You must be.. Gerard, right?" He walked over to me and stuck out his hand. I took it and he gripped my hand tight, his hands were warm and I wanted to hold them for a long time. "Yeah, that's me. You must be Frank, I'm your roomie," I said in a low voice and rake my eyes across his body and there was a stir in my pants. He didn't notice. He dropped my hand and said, "So, I brought Pepsi and popcorn. I also got some energy drinks to stay up all night so we could talk." He grinned at me, and I fell in love with his beautiful smile. He had dark eyes, and naturally long eyelashes. "Cool. I brought my coffee and cappuccino maker so we can have coffee in the mornings." I pointed towards the machine and he walked over to it. "I love coffee! I don't know how to make it though, so.." "Oh, don't worry. I'll be the barista." I thought it was cute he didn't know how. I would love to make him coffee in the mornings, after we cuddle all night and share soft kisses and play with each others hair and- I was snapped back in reality by him saying, "Can I see your schedule?" I was caught off guard by this question, and I realized I hadn't even gotten mine yet. "I uh, I don't have mine yet, I'll just get it tomorrow, or-" I was cut off again by his words. "Don't worry, I'll walk you down to the main office." He flashed me one of his award-winning grins, and I thought I would do anything to make him smile like that everyday.

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