Chapter 5
He can't just fucking do that. He can't just fucking kiss me and leave. What am I supposed to take from that? What are his intentions?
And what ever happened to "No hitting on me"?
Thoughts raced through Norman's head. He was a ball of energy. He stood up and paced the cold dorm room. He wasn't gay. He knew that. He swore it to himself like a prayer.
I'm not gay. I didn't enjoy that. I don't find Otto attractive.
He whispered false promises of his own emotions to himself, over and over. Finally, he collapsed back onto the bed, his energy burnt out in frustration.
Norman decided the best course of action right now was a nap, so he laid down. The weather, though, had other plans, and Norman soon found himself shivering once again.
He glanced at the garment near the foot of his bed.
I can't.
I could.
Norman reached for Otto's discarded sweater. He hastily put it on, comforted by its warmth and smell.
Smells like Otto.
NO. I can't.
And yet Norman laid down and let his eyes flutter closed, a peculiar feeling of calm washing over him.
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He was woken by the sound of Otto barging in to the dorm, throwing the laundry basket on the floor, and flopping down on his bed.
When he saw Norman, though, his demeanor changed.
The smaller man peered out at Otto from under his blankets, and slowly sat up, disentangling himself and rubbing his eyes.
Otto stared shamelessly.
"I mean it. That sweater suits you."
God damnit. The fucking sweater.
Norman couldn't think of a reply. Instead, he just stared back at Otto. He had never realized how attractive the tall scientist was- his beautiful dark hair, always falling in his face, his broad frame and tall stature always making Norman feel small, yet safe. Norman's eyes trailed across Otto's body, drifting downwards.
His thighs.
Oh god, his thighs.
Norman blinked hard to shake the feeling that had suddenly overcome him. It didn't work.
Otto raised himself from the bed and moved towards Norman. Slowly, he lowered himself down and placed a hand on Norman's chin, tracing his jawline with his finger.
Norman breathed out, quick and sharp. His mind became overwhelmed with one thought as he stared up at Otto.
Slowly, Norman began to voice his thought. "Otto...has anyone ever told you..."
He craned up a bit, placing his hand on Otto's solid chest.
"...how beautiful you are?"
Otto let out a little gasp, half surprise and half happiness, and leaned in towards Norman forcefully, kissing him hard on the lips.
Norman couldn't even decipher his thoughts at this point. All he knew was that secretly, deeply... he wanted this. Wanted Otto. Bad.
He returned Otto's kiss, and pulled him down, forcing him to awkwardly collapse onto the bed, and on top of Norman.
"Fuck, Norman," Otto moaned out during gasps for air between breathless kisses.
The two men embraced, Norman pulling Otto down on top of him for as much contact as he could get.
Norman bucked his hips up towards Otto, and Otto pulled away, laughing. "You're desperate."
Norman quickly shed his shirt and unbuttoned the fly on his pants. "I'll show you who's fucking desperate, you fucking slut."
Otto was taken a back by Norman's words, but he began to remove his upper layer anyways.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Otto asked, half rhetorically.
Norman pulled Otto's bare chest to his and placed a hand around Otto's neck. "You're so fucking desperate. You move in with me and not even two months later you're trying to fuck me?"
He squeezed on Otto's neck, and rolled over so the larger man was underneath him.
Otto was shocked at Norman's words, but enjoyed the man's change in demeanor.
Norman started toying with Otto's pants, desperately trying to remove them.
Otto bucked his hips up, ruining Norman's concentration on his fly.
"Stay still, boy, or I'm never going to get these off."
Finally, Norman was able to shed Otto's bottom layer and put his strong hands on Otto's inner thighs. He soon removed his own pants, and now only the thin layer of the two men's underwear was separating them.
Norman grinded his crotch against Otto's, roughly and mercilessly.
Otto moaned deeply and moved a hand up to remove Norman's final layer. Norman grabbed Otto's wrist and forced the man's hand back down.
"Please.. Norman... I want you. I need you... Inside of me. Now," Otto said, his words broken by gasps and moans.
Norman pressed a hand on Otto's lower stomach, causing him to cry out in need. "I told you you'd be fucking desperate for me. You're just a needy little slut, aren't you?"
All Otto could do was moan in reply.
Finally, Norman lowered a hand to Otto's crotch, and touched his underwear, where a wet spot had already formed.
"All worked up and I've barely touched you. You really don't get this treatment much, do you?"
Otto whined.
"Use your words, pretty boy."
Otto gasped, struggling to form coherent thoughts. "No, I don't!"
Norman grinned. "Don't worry. You'll get fucked eventually, Otto."
Otto whimpered. He had never been touched like this before, and Norman could tell. With each finger that traced along Otto's collarbone, the man beneath him shuddered.
Norman had to hold himself back from utterly attacking every inch of Otto's body with his fingers and lips. Instead, he started touching Otto through the fabric, savoring each moan that came out of his beautiful mouth. Norman laughed as Otto moaned, shamelessly begging for more.
"You have such a fuckable mouth, you know," Norman said, leaning in to kiss Otto hard.
Otto moaned through the kiss, and managed to force out a quiet, "Thank you," as Norman continued his work on Otto's lower area.
Otto started grinding against Norman's fingers, his moans increasing in urgency. Norman slipped a hand under Otto's last remaining piece of clothing, forcing his fingers roughly against Otto's entrance.
As soon as his fingers made contact, Otto let out a gasp.
"Please, Norman. Please," he begged.
"Please what?" Norman asked, enjoying the chance to tease Otto, the man who had spent so much time teasing Norman in the past few days.
"Fuck me. Please, Norman, fuck me."
Norman moaned at Otto's request, and shoved two fingers into Otto. He winced as Norman mercilessly worked his hand back and forth inside Otto.
Otto became a whimpering mess, moaning incoherently as Norman sloppily kissed him.
Norman paused his fingers' work briefly, distracting Otto by roughly kissing his neck. When Norman pulled away, there was a bruise already forming.
Norman resumed his work and looked intensely into Otto's eyes. He gave one especially rough thrust with his hand.
"Say my name."
Otto could only moan.
Norman pulled his hand quickly out of Otto completely, depriving him of any touch.
"Say my fucking name, Otto, or you don't cum."
Otto cried out. He begged. Norman still didn't touch him, even as Otto desperately moved his hips.
Finally, Otto mustered the strength to speak. He moaned out Norman's name, loudly.
"Please, please Norman. Let me cum. Please Norman, fuck me."
Norman obliged, sliding his fingers back inside of Otto until he felt Otto's muscles flex around his fingers. He helped Otto through his climax, letting him ride out his his high on Norman's fingers.
Finally, as Otto relaxed and his moans decreased in volume, Norman extricated himself and rolled over, silently mulling what had just happened.
How could I? What's wrong with me?
Otto turned as well, cuddling up to Norman and slipping an arm around him.
"Norman, you were great. I want to return the favor," Otto said, his voice dripping with affection.
Norman shrugged Otto's arm off. "No." He said so firmly.
A confused look crossed Otto's face. He processed Norman's word and tone and slowly removed himself from Norman's bed.
"Fine. Then I'm going to go shower. I'll see you in the morning."
Otto gathered his clothes and put them back on hastily. He finally left the dorm, leaving Norman in painful silence.
I wish he had stayed. I wish I had said yes. But I couldn't...I mean...I can't. It's not right. I'm leading him on, using him. I'm not gay.
He pulled the blanket up to his chin and felt his eyes drift shut.
But Otto is so fucking beautiful.