Chapter 6
Norman woke to an empty dorm. Otto’s figure was suspiciously absent from his bed.
Norman rubbed his eyes, rising from his bed. The blanket slipped off of him as he did so, revealing the man’s slender- and naked- frame.
Oh, right, last night. What’s wrong with me?
He slipped into sweats and made his way over to the kitchenette.
He listened at the door. No sound, no sign of life. Norman opened the door to confirm his suspicions- Otto wasn’t here.
And then panic set in.
I have to sit him down. Talk to him. Say it can never, EVER happen again.
Norman plotted what to say to Otto, how to carefully approach the topic of last night. He planned ever word, every pause or hitch in his voice. He paced the room, aware of the tears welling in his eyes- tears he was holding back. He could not let emotion interfere again.
Finally, he was interrupted by the sound of a key in the door, a lock and knob turning, and finally, Otto’s large self appearing in the doorway.
At first, all Norman could do was stare. There, at his door now, stood the man who, just last night, Norman had-
“Norman,” Otto said quietly.
“Otto, listen, about last night-“
Otto set his hand on Norman’s shoulder, his watch jangling. Norman noticed it- a stunning gold piece that wonderfully complimented Otto’s complexion.
Otto spoke. “No. I get it.”
”I’m not sure you do, Otto. Please, hear me out.”
”Whatever you have to say, I don’t want to hear it. I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”
With that, Otto pushed past the smaller man and collapsed onto his bed, his eyes closing and his body heaving with shaky breaths.
Otto was crying.
Norman’s palms started to sweat. He hadn’t planned for this- Otto had gone off script. Thrown off his rhythm, Norman could think of nothing else to do besides flee.
And flee he did. Norman rushed out of the dorm room, barely remembering to grab his key, and walked briskly until he found himself outside, in the small area that had been shoveled to allow the bravest of students to leave.
The snow was still too daunting. Norman couldn’t leave.
A thought occurred to him. Otto probably just tried the same thing. Tried to leave. Had to come back when he stumbled upon these conditions.
Norman followed his thoughts down the treacherous path his mind had discovered, which led him to an even more frightening realization.
Otto doesn’t want to be around me.
But why? He was just last night begging for me. He’s infatuated. He NEEDS me.
He confuses me.
Norman reentered the dorm and collapsed in the common area. Eventually, he dragged himself towards the computers, where he found solace in his scientific work.
Norman toiled away at equations and lab write ups until dark. Finally, he rose from the computer.
I guess I have to face him eventually. The sooner I do, the sooner it’s over with.
This time, there was no plotting. Norman practically ran up to the dorm, where he emerged to find Otto still curled up on his bed.
Has he been here all day? Depressed? Crying…over me?
Norman felt his stomach churn when he realized the thought made him… hot. Awakened something in him. He imagined Otto unable to wipe Norman’s face from his mind, Norman’s voice from his thoughts.
Shit.
Norman approached Otto. He reached out one long, lanky arm and placed his hand firmly on Otto’s shoulder.
Otto’s eyes opened. He looked up at Norman.
”Get out of bed, you miserable thing.”
Otto obeyed, and rose shakily from bed. Now, he was standing face to face with Norman, his gaze falling low to meet the shorter man’s eyes.
“Kneel.”
Otto sniffled slightly, revealing that indeed, he had still been crying. Then, he fell to his knees. This time, it was Norman’s turn to look down.
Norman placed his hand under Otto’s chin, and raised the kneeling man’s head to meet his piercing gaze once again.
With the other hand, Norman slowly untied the drawstring on his sweats, letting them fall to reveal his bare legs-and cock, Otto noted- underneath.
Otto’s face flushed as he wiped away his tears.
”What are you doing, Norman?”
Norman moved his pelvis closer to Otto’s face.
”Atoning for my behavior. I couldn’t resist…you’re so fucking beautiful when you cry…especially when your tears are for me.”
Otto looked up at Norman, his face a mixture of confusion and need.
”But…I thought you hated me. Found me repulsive. Like everyone else so often does…”
Norman moved his hand around Otto’s neck and tightened his grip.
“On the contrary, darling. You’re so pretty…I want to show you how perfect you are.”
Otto whined, straining against Norman’s grip, struggling to get closer to him.
Norman only squeezed harder.
“I said I’d show you, boy. Just relax.”
Then, suddenly, Norman shoved his full length inside Otto’s open, waiting mouth. Norman’s eyes took in the sight of Otto’s beautiful, fuckable lips and desperate eyes as he received Norman, as Norman facefucked Otto.
Norman groaned. “Fuck, Otto. You’re taking me so well…doing so good..”
Norman’s praise was broken by his moans as he forced himself deeper down Otto’s throat, felt Otto holding back his gags, forcing his throat to accommodate Norman.
Finally, Norman pulled out to give the boy he was using a chance to breathe. Tears welled in Otto’s eyes and drool dripped down his chin. And yet, his face bore a foolish grin as he looked up at Norman.
”Did…was I good?”
Otto could barely get the words out, his head was still spinning.
Norman grinned. “You’re doing so good, my darling boy, but I’m not finished with you yet.”
With that, he thrust back into Otto’s mouth. He mercilessly bucked his hips as he chased his climax. Finally, he felt his peak approaching, and slowed down. As his hand tensed on Otto and his muscles flexed, Norman shot his load deep down in Otto’s fucked throat.
“Swallow, you beautiful fucking slut,” Norman moaned.
Otto struggled in his effort to comply.
”So good, so perfect for me,” Norman muttered as he pulled out. He took two fingers and gathered the cum that had escaped down Otto’s chin, forcing his fingers into Otto’s mouth so as to make sure the boy swallowed all of him.
Otto was a moaning, desperate, mindless mess, grabbing at Norman’s thighs and sucking on his fingers with passion.
”Please…” Otto begged.
Norman laughed. “Last time, you said you wanted to return the favor. You have. what else could you want?”
Otto couldn’t form words. Instead, he grabbed Norman’s free hand and tugged on it sharply, forcing the smaller man to his knees in front of Otto.
Finally, Otto managed to moan out two words:
“Fuck me.”
Norman almost obliged. He almost took Otto’s invitation. He wanted to go forward, wanted to break the last barrier that stood between the two men. And yet something in him protested. Some rather powerful segment of his brain urged him to back away, to leave, to run. What he was doing was wrong- relations with a man were forbidden, taboo. Why, Norman wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was simply the effects of a society that had always forced Norman to be a suave womanizer, the kind of attractive, smart man that Otto would’ve envied. He couldn’t pinpoint any source of these ideas, couldn’t track his beliefs. All he knew was that it was wrong to fuck Otto, but he really, really wanted to.
Norman backed away.
“I- I’m sorry, Otto. Not today.”
Norman rose to his feet, regained his clothes and composure, and walked towards the bathroom. Otto was left confused, a tearstained, used, fucked out mess, lying on the floor of the dorm room.
Otto was scared, hurt, tired. After he eventually regained his ability to think, he stood up and fell into bed, unable to find the will to clean himself up. No classes tomorrow and no way to leave meant nobody would have to see him in his disgraced state. Nobody, that is, except Norman.