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“You’re sharing a room with him? How is that okay? I told you that you should have just stayed here after you finished college. It’s better than having to be around that boy. Let alone share a room with him.” Her words drip with undertones, making it obvious how she thinks Cy is a bad influence. That my being in the same room as them could only lead to them attempting to seduce me. What would she think if she knew that not only did Cy do nothing, but I’m the one having filthy thoughts about them?
“It’s fine, Mom. Was there something else you were calling about?” I try to change the subject.
“You left a few things here, and I figured I’d let you know before I sent it over.” She goes on, but it sounds more like she’s calling to check in on me when she changes the subject again. “How’s job hunting going?”
“It’s fine. Actually, I should probably get back to it. Let me know when you send the box.” I don’t wait for a response as I hang up the phone. It’s bad enough having Dad harass me about job hunting, but listening to Mom’s judgment about Cy is too much first thing in the morning. My own thoughts are confusing enough without her bullshit.
Cy’s gender identity might be confusing to me, but that doesn’t make it any less valid. I try not to let her words bug me, but it hits harder this time around.
The next few days pass with a weird standoff. Cy does their best to avoid me during the day, and at night they put in their earbuds and focus on their phone. But gradually, more and more of Cy’s shit from their room has been showing up in mine. I’d be the first to admit I’m not a clean freak. I’ve dealt with my fair share of roommates in thedorms during college, but none of them had a tendency of leaving a mess quite like this. Cy’s clothes litter the floor and the surface of the air mattress. With the combination of leggings, skirts, T-shirts, and athletic shorts, it looks like a department store blew up in here. That’s not even mentioning the smell. There’s a strange blend of sweaty body odor and something floral. Probably some perfume or something Cy wears.
The end result is that being in my room is making me nauseous.
I open the windows and grab a piece of clothing off the floor, piling it on top of the mess on the air mattress. Like usual, Cy is gone somewhere avoiding me, so they aren’t here to protest as I toss all their shit on the air mattress. By the time I finish, there’s a sizeable mound of clothes. Other than the bed, the room looks a little better, but it didn’t help the smell. An idea pops in my head and I duck into the bathroom to grab a can of air freshener.
The sweet, cloying scent of mango and coconut fills the air as I press the button down. Usually, the tropical scent doesn’t bother me, but I must spray more than I should. I cough, clearing my throat. Cy’s smell is out of the room now, but I’m not sure if this is better. A deep purple scrapof fabric catches my attention. It’s half buried at the foot of the bed by Cy’s blankets, but it’s still on the floor rather than on the bed. I swoop down to grab it, then realize what I’m holding. The purple jockstrap looks flashier than others I’ve seen. The side panels are mesh, and the fabric is surprisingly soft. A thought pops into my head of how the garment might look on Cy, and I immediately regret it.
Cy’s in great shape and the curve of their ass is a major source of confusion for me. They have a perfect bubble butt, and if it were on a girl, I’d say it’s sexy as fuck. The thought of this scrap of fabric framing Cy’s ass has my dick hardening in my pants. Against my better judgement, I hold up the waistband with both hands to get a better idea of how it’d look.
The jiggle of the doorknob gives me a second of warning. Cy’s coming in, and I don’t need them to catch me staring at their underwear like some kind of perv. I dart to my bed, tossing myself onto my stomach and dropping the jock on top of the air mattress as the door opens. I pull out my phone, staring intently at the screen as I try to keep my cool.
“The fuck?” Cy asks as they look over the pile of clothes first, then glance at me on my bed. “What were you doing? That’s my stuff,” they complain.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t leave your shit lying all over the floor.” I sit up, my eyes meeting Cy’s. They look pissed.
Cy crosses their arms over their chest. “Look, neither of us wants me to be in here. You don’t have to be an asshole about it.”
“An asshole? You’re the one who came into my room and made a huge fucking mess,” I scoot to the edge of the bed, standing up to be face to face with Cy.
“Where the hell do you expect me to put my things?” They take a step closer, getting in my space.
I react without thinking. My fist flies forward, but Cy dodges the hit, grabbing my wrist.
“The fuck?” Cy places their hand on my chest, shoving me back a step. The back of my legs hits the bed, and both of us fall, Cy landing on top of me. They pin my wrists to the bed as their body covers mine. A flash of Cy grabbing Eric’s hair and pulling him in as they thrusted into his mouth pops into my head. It’s the worst possible time, but my dick throbs, filing with blood.
“Get off me…” I mean to yell the words at them, but it comes out as more of a muttered grunt.
“What’s the matter?” Cy taunts. “Did you get more than you bargained for? Did you think I’d just keep quiet and take it?”
Take it. Swallow.
Those were the words Cy said right before they came.
“Theo? Hello? Are you listening?” Cy snaps at me as they still hold me down to the bed.
I don’t say anything. I’m too focused on the rock-hard erection in my pants.
“Are you hard?” Cy asks, letting go of my arm to look down at my crotch.
Chapter Six
Cypress
Theo freezes under me, his entire body going stiff. His eyes don’t meet mine when I look at his face, but there’s no denying it. His dick is pressing into my thigh like a steel rod.
Of all the possible ways a fight with Theo could end, this wasn’t on my list.
I’m not surprised he took a swing at me, or that it quickly led to us tangled up and falling, but I don’t know what to do now. Pandora’s box has opened, and there’s no shoving this back in and ignoring it.
