My Boyfriend (Who Lives in Canada)

[mrblueeyes]

Satoru loved his friends. He loved college, the freedom and connection of it, the knowledge and collaboration. He loved sitting around a lunch table with his friends, chattering on about nonsense and teasing each other.

And he was a little bit in love with his roommate, Suguru, who was seated beside him at the table. The six of them were crammed in to a booth that was only designed for four, so Satoru was basically mashed up against Suguru's side, their thighs sealed together and their shoulders brushing every time one of them moved. It felt electric, and Satoru was trying to ignore the little zings of desire that shot through him every time Suguru moved, or how his arm stretched out along the back of the booth, so close to being draped over Satoru's shoulders.

At the moment, Satoru was regaling them all with the story of some girl who had asked him out, and he hadn't realized that she was asking him out until the fourth(?) attempt when she'd finally gotten exasperated and just demanded are you gay or something?

"What'd you say?" Shoko asked, idly curious but not super invested, spinning her spoon against the bottom of her empty bowl.

"Oh. Just, like, no, I'm just not interested."

"Yeah, same as you've said every time someone has asked you out," Utahime contributed, with a little snort. "More likely you're just ace."

Silence descended around the table, somewhere between shocked and awkward. Satoru stared at her, lips parted, and for a moment he genuinely considered it. Am I asexual?

But then Suguru shifted very slightly, either out of awkwardness or intent to say something, and his arm brushed against the back of Satoru's neck. The bolt of lust that went through him shot straight to his cock. Right. Not asexual.

"I'm not," Satoru insisted, the words spilling indignantly from his mouth before he could think about them. "I have a boyfriend."

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[contemplatively]

"Yeah?" Suguru says, unsure if his response is about getting off or doing more later that night. Both, perhaps. Already his hand is wandering down Satoru's back to his ass, squeezing one of his cheeks briefly. "Good. Tonight."

Bemused at his own scattered thoughts and inability to articulate anything, he huffs a soft laugh, and drops his head, kissing Satoru's shoulder. "C'mere. Handjobs, since we don't have time for anything more."

And it's less intense than anything else, even if they are messier. But it's fun to jerk Satoru off, and see the pleasure on his face, satisfaction warm in Suguru's chest at the knowledge he did that, and that Satoru would be riding the high of a good orgasm for the rest of the day.