So, Maybe It’s Not a Guy in My Physics Class （11）

"Shhhh," JT whispered loudly, as he and Ryker stumbled their drunk asses back into Bigler Hall and rounded the corner, approaching the front desk monitor. "We have to appear sober."

"This is gonna be a problem," Ryker laughed, squaring his shoulders, shaking his head a few times, and clapping. "Alright. We got this."

They walked as ridiculously as humanly possible past the monitor, who didn't even look up from her phone, then cracked up laughing as they made their way to the stairs and up to their room.

Once inside, Ryker went right to the fridge for a bottle of water, guzzling it down as JT reached for a bag of chips and began stuffing them into his face, realizing that he'd never eaten dinner and that's probably why he'd been so hammered. Though, he was beginning to sober up.

The night had been somewhat of a success. About seven guys from the team, plus Ryker and JT, showed up at the frat and quickly located Paul.

"If you don't want your ass kicked, you'll tell me where Nix is right now," D'Angelo had warned, the other eight guys standing by with crossed arms and scowls.

Paul quickly led them upstairs to a bedroom and D'Angelo opened it without knocking to find Nix ripping a line of coke off some drunk girl's ass. "The fuck, man! Don't you knock…" He immediately stopped talking when he saw the gaggle of huge men enter the room, then told the girl to leave and that he'd meet up with her later.

"Ugh, whatever," she'd muttered, stumbling past the hockey team in her underwear and winking at them on her way out the door.

"What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?" he'd asked innocently, wiping his nose and spotting JT standing there. "Oh, hey there, Redshirt. You back for round two?"

"Take the video down, fucker," D'Angelo ordered, approaching him.

"I, uh, don't know what video you're talking about."

"Yes, you do. And it needs to come down."

"Mmm, yeah. No can do. See, it's already made, like, over two G's, bruh. I mean, I wish I could, but turns out it's a real hit. My follower count has doubled thanks to Redshirt's pretty little mouth there… "

"That's it," Ryker had grumbled, pushing past everyone else toward Nix, gripping him by the throat, and pulling him to his feet. "Here's what's gonna happen, you filthy little shitbag. You're gonna take the video down, you're gonna give JT every motherfucking cent you earned from it, and in return, we won't go to the cops to report you for cyber sexual harassment. Are we clear?"

Everyone had watched in complete shock, as this was way out of character for Ryker McCreery. Between this and the fight he'd gotten into earlier in the day, it was starting to become clear that the quiet, level-headed astrophysics nerd was maybe not one to be fucked with.

Especially when it came to JT DiMara.

"I said, are we clear?" Ryker had yelled in his face, tightening his grip on his throat, before he'd began nodding rapidly and tapping Ryker's arm, causing him to let go. "Good. Get your phone right now. I wanna see the video come down, I wanna see it deleted off your phone, and I wanna see the Venmo transaction to JT. Now, or I'll fucking murder you where you stand."

"Yo, Nerd," JT said, his mouth full and spraying chip dust all over himself as Ryker flopped onto the floor in front of his bed and sprawled out. "Shit." JT wiped the chip crumbs from his shirt, then continued. "Thanks for that tonight. You're kinda scary when you wanna be."

"That dude's a fucking toolshed," Ryker mumbled, eyes closed and reaching his arms up over his head. "And you didn't deserve that, Banner. No one does."

"Well, I really appreciate you having my back like that."

"Anytime."

It stayed quiet in the room for a bit, both of them having eventually climbed into their own beds for the evening, until Ryker's voice filled the dark room. "Banner? Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

"Seriously."

"Yeah, man. Shoot."

"How'd you know you were into guys?"

JT laughed at the irony, rolling onto his back and adjusting the aching hard-on he'd had all night since watching Ryker so viciously come to his defense. "Wow. Don't even wanna know, like, my favorite color or something first?"

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Just forget it."

"Nah, it's cool. I always kinda felt myself attracted to them, guys on my team, guys at school, whatever. And like, I grew up around Ty and Ryan, so I always knew it was an option, one that I didn't have to be scared of or ashamed of, you know? I mostly dated girls, but when I was 14, I hooked up with a few older guys on my team at a party. Let's just say they, uh, showed me the ropes, and the rest is history."

"Do you, um, only hook up with guys?"

"Nah. I mean, don't get me wrong. I know my way around a dick…clearly. But, I like both. So actually, I fucked Audrey earlier today, in the woods. We went for a hike and…dude, it was so hot."

"No shit? Well, that was only a matter of time. You sweat that woman hard ."

"Yeah, I don't know. I really like her. I know she's way too old for me, but like, we get each other."

"You guys really do," Ryker agreed, his voice laced with a curious sadness.

"Is, um, there a specific reason you're asking me about all this, Nerd?" JT prodded. "Besides the fact that you're nosy as fuck."

Ryker sighed loudly. "So, there's this guy that I'm kind of attracted to…"

Oh, my God.

"...in my physics class…"

"Physics class." OK.

"...but I've never really been attracted to a guy like this before, so I just…figured I'd ask."

"So, um, does this guy in your physics class seem like he might be into you, too?"

"I can't really tell. I mean, I know that he's definitely into guys, but I can't tell if he's into me . So, I was wondering how to, like, go about finding that information out."

"I mean, just ask him. Like, the worst he can say is no, right? Then you just die of embarrassment and transfer to some other school with your goofy ass nerd major. No big deal," JT teased. "Seriously, though. I would just ask, especially if you know he's into guys. No guy who's into guys is gonna turn you down."

Shit.

Too much?

JT continued. "Maybe…you might be surprised, you know?"

"OK, um, yeah. Thanks," Ryker said quietly. JT patiently waited for him to fall asleep so he could jerk off, promising himself he'd try to be quieter this time.

It must've been about 10 minutes or so, and thinking he was safe, JT reached a hand into his briefs with the intention of freeing his throbbing cock.

What he wasn't banking on was his hot as fuck, drunk roommate pulling back his covers and sliding into the small twin bed next to him wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

"Um, Nerd?" JT asked cautiously, as Ryker's hand slid across his stomach, grazing the tip of his hard dick, which was slick with precum and peeking out the top of his briefs. "You lost?"

Ryker pressed his palm against JT's skin and ran his hand slowly up his body and across his chest, ultimately stopping at his neck. Propped up on his other elbow, he leaned into JT until their foreheads touched. "Nope. Not lost."

JT reached both hands around the back of Ryker's head, tilting it so their lips met. "So, uh, what about physics class guy? Won't he get jealous?"

Ryker smiled, JT able to feel it since their lips were pressed loosely together. "So, maybe it's not a guy in my physics class."

"No?" JT asked, running his fingers through his roommate's hair. "So, who might it be then?"

"It might be…my teammate. See, he's gorgeous," Ryker whispered, then exhaled loudly as JT deftly flipped him onto his back and positioned himself on top of him. "And despite me trying really hard to fight it, I can't stop thinking about him."

"Is that right?" JT panted, as he ran a hand through Ryker's hair and rocked his hips slowly against his teammate's hard dick. "For how long?"

"Since the minute I saw him." Ryker whimpered as JT reached a hand in between them and palmed his cock through the fabric. "Fuck, JT."

"You like that?" JT asked, rubbing his hand up and down his roommate's hard-on and becoming increasingly excited by his above-average size. "You wanna do this with me?"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

"You know," JT began, moving his free hand to the waistband of Ryker's boxers and beginning to pull them down. "I can take care of this for you. I mean, if you want me to, that is."

"I want you to," Ryker replied immediately. His cock sprang back and slapped his stomach as JT freed it, then shoved his boxers down, where they came to a stop at his gigantic, muscular thighs. "Fuck, do I want you to."

JT returned his hand to his roommate's cock, moaning as he moved his way up to the tip and realized what he was working with. "Shit, Nerd. And you're uncut? Good news for you. I'm a complete slut for it."

Ryker let out a series of whimpers and gibberish as he lifted his hips and forcefully removed his own boxers all the way while JT ran a thumb around his foreskin, moving it aside and teasing his sensitive head. Finally, he was able to string together a coherent sentence. "I want you to fuck me, JT."

"Wow, Nerd. Stompin' that gas pedal, are we?" JT teased, sitting up and leaning back so he could remove his briefs. "We'll get there, but not tonight, OK?"

Ryker's hands reached up and clawed at JT's body in the dark, attempting to pull him back down on top of him. "Please. I want you so bad. Please," he begged, his other senses heightened in the pitch darkness of their tiny dorm room.

"Hey, so, I have to ask," JT said, gripping Ryker's hands. "You had a few tonight. Are you sure you're, like, OK with all this?"

He nodded. "Absolutely. I'm sobering up now, anyway." He pulled his hands away from JT's and began groping for him again. "Please…"

"I do love hearing you beg for me, baby," JT moaned. He slid both hands under Ryker's armpits and pulled him forward, putting him in JT's lap, both their knees bent and their chests pressed together. "I've been beating my fucking cock to you since day one, you know that? I'm gonna make you feel so goddamn good, baby," JT breathed against his roommate's lips, which smelled like alcohol, then pulled away just as they started to kiss.

Rounding his back, he reached both hands between them, grabbing his own dick with one and Ryker's with the other. He moved Ryker's foreskin back, then lined them up tip to tip before pulling the skin forward over his own dick.

"Fuck, JT," Ryker moaned as JT swirled his precum-slick head around Ryker's a few times before using one hand to jerk them off and wrapping the other around the back of his roommate's neck. He pulled him forward so their lips crashed together, their tongues meeting and moving against each other while Ryker whimpered into his mouth. "What…are you doing to me?"

"Getting you off," JT told him between kisses, quickening his pace and doing his best to stifle his own orgasm, desperate to get his dick into Ryker's mouth. "You gonna cum for me, Nerd? You gonna cum all over my cock?"

"JT, shit," Ryker whispered as he released his load onto his teammate's cockhead, most of it spilling out onto JT's hand and dripping onto the bed. "Mmm, such a good boy, coming so hard for me. There's so much. Let it go, baby. That's it." When JT felt Ryker's dick stop pulsing, he released his grip and wiped his hand on his sheets.

"Did you cum, too?" Ryker asked, leaning in for a kiss.

JT allowed their tongues to meet briefly, teasing him, before pulling back. "No. But that's OK because you're gonna get on the floor," JT instructed, moving toward the edge of the bed, "and I'm gonna teach you how to suck my dick. But first, turn the light on because I wanna watch you. Also, put your glasses back on for me."

Ryker got up and flipped the switch closest to them, both of them squinting as their eyes adjusted to the light. He grabbed his glasses, then got onto his knees, running his hands up JT's open thighs and stopping just shy of his dick. "I don't wanna fuck this up. Will you tell me exactly what to do? I'm nervous."

"Don't be nervous. It's just you and me, OK? You're gonna do so good, baby," JT crooned, running his hands through Ryker's hair and tugging it gently. "Wrap one hand around the base and cup my balls with the other. Yeah, just like that. Now, don't go right for it. I want you to tease me a little with your tongue." JT moaned as Ryker began licking all around his tip like it was an ice cream cone. "Fuck yes, Nerd. Just like that. Now squeeze my balls a little, roll them around…yes, baby."

Ryker looked up at his roommate, his tongue still swirling around JT's cockhead, and waited for instructions on what to do next. "Holy shit, you're hot. Now, open that big mouth of yours and suck whatever you can. Get a feel for it, what's comfortable. Just watch the teeth. Don't force it…fuck, Nerd. You sure you've never done this before?"

JT watched, his mouth hanging open, as his entire cock disappeared into Ryker's mouth. He gagged a little, but readjusted, then got into a steady rhythm, sucking cautiously as he glanced back up at his teammate.

"Spit on your hand, then jerk the base a little while you suck. Yeah, just like that…twist it… fuck , Nerd. Just like that." JT began bucking his hips into his roommate's mouth, one hand steadying him against the bed and the other gripping Ryker's hair. "You're doing so good. I'm gonna cum for you. You wanna swallow it?"

Ryker nodded aggressively, removing his hand from JT's balls and lowering it to his own cock, which had geared up for overtime at some point.

"Look at you, getting hard again from giving me head, huh? You're fucking amazing, baby. Keep going, just like that. Oh, shit." JT threw his head back with the first pulse, then quickly refocused his attention on his roommate, who kept his eyes fixed on him as he swallowed him down.

After milking every last drop from JT, Ryker stood up and knelt next to him on the bed. JT immediately dropped down onto an elbow and opened his mouth, Ryker shoving his hips forward into it. Ryker ran his fingers through JT's hair as the d-man took him all the way inside, and within about six bobs of JT's head, Ryker was emptying his second load down JT's throat. ‘Oh, fuck. Oh, my God. I've never…cum this much before."

JT waited until Ryker was finished and pulled away while Ryker removed his glasses, fell forward onto JT's bed, and groaned with his face in the mattress. "Feel better, Nerd?" JT asked, running his fingertips along Ryker's back and watching him shudder before settling into it and nodding. "Your tongue is amazing. You did so good, baby."

JT leaned down so he was lying next to Ryker, who rolled over so they were face to face, and dragged his fingers across his bicep. "Mmm," Ryker purred, closing his eyes.

They lay there for a few minutes like that, when JT took notice of the huge wet spot in the middle of his sheets. "Hey Nerd, you mind if I join you in your bed tonight? My sheets are kinda fucked. Your load…wow. That was a lot."

Ryker nodded, and they both got up, put their underwear back on, and moved across the room to Ryker's bed. He climbed in first, then turned his back to JT and faced the wall.

OK, I guess that was that , JT thought sadly, sliding in next to him and lying on his back, doing his absolute best not to touch his roommate since he didn't know where his headspace was at the moment. This, however, was not an easy task, as the twin bed wasn't designed to hold two six-foot-plus men comfortably.

JT moved his arms around at his sides in frustration, then lifted them above his head, then finally tried crossing them on his abdomen before sighing loudly. He wanted to roll onto his side and hold his roommate so badly, unable to deny any longer the intense feelings he had for him. Watching the way he'd fought for him earlier, both in the locker room and at the frat house, had made him realize that he wanted something more with Ryker. Sure, playtime was fun, but he was falling for the kid.

And hard.

That realization was chased by a wave of panic as he remembered that he was also falling for Audrey as well.

Was that possible? Could he, the kid who was incapable of love, love two people at once?

How would that work?

Like it matters.

You don't deserve to be loved by one person, let alone two.

And even if you love them, you really think either one of them wants to waste their time with you?

You'll just end up hurting them anyway, like you always do.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push the negative self-talk from his brain, when he heard Ryker's voice. "You OK, Banner? You're breathing really heavy."

Shit.

"Yeah. I'm…fine," JT mumbled. "This…bed is just…too small…"

Ryker reached a hand behind him and fumbled around until it found one of JT's. The two simultaneously interlaced their fingers and Ryker tugged JT's hand. "Come over here then. It's easier if you lay on your side. More room."

"Really?" JT asked cautiously, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. "I just…wasn't sure. You rolled away, and I didn't know if, like, you wanted me to, or…"

"I've never asked another dude to cuddle before, Banner. Give me a fuckin' break here, OK?"

Cuddle.

Awww.

JT rolled onto his side, facing Ryker's back, as Ryker pulled his arm around to the front of his chest and held it there tightly. JT swung his leg on top of his teammate's, pressing his hips firmly against his ass.

Both of them exhaled before Ryker's voice cut through the silence. "Thank you. For tonight. I've…I mean, I've been struggling with these feelings for a really long time now, and I'm just…I'm glad it was with you and not someone else I didn't even give a shit about, you know?"

"Awww, you give a shit about me, Nerd?" he teased, smiling, as he kissed the back of Ryker's neck.

"Yeah, just a little bit. But I'm nervous, too, you know?"

"Nervous about what? You give amazing head."

"Not about that . I really liked doing it, by the way. I just…we're teammates, you know?"

"And?"

Ryker sighed. "I don't know. Forget it."

"No, you can tell me," JT said softly, tightening his grip on Ryker's hand.

"I just…didn't expect to fall in love with one of my teammates. That's all. And I wonder how the other guys…"

Ryker kept on talking.

Hell, he could have gone on to recite the entire Declaration of fucking Independence from beginning to end for all JT knew, because he didn't hear a word after "fall in love with one of my teammates."

In love?

Love?

"You'll know, baby. You'll just know."