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"You could probably stand ta learn a lot from me.."

He murmured, barely loud enough for his roommate to hear. He watched his roommate mash up the potatoes and add the key ingredients that made them smooth and creamy and delicious. Watching his roommate lick off the whisk, he found himself wanting again, but kept himself in check-barely. He could just force himself on his roommate-things would be awkward and he would probably lose his housing if he did. However, being suggestive could bring out just the right reactions he wanted and needed to see. He watched Gandrian help set up the table and it was then that Faolan wondered if he could whip up some rolls real quick for them to eat with their meal, or just add a bit of bread and butter.

He decided that making rolls would take too long since all of the food was pretty much done so he went and grabbed a few pieces of break, put them on a plate and brought it over as well. He set it down and motioned for Gandrian to sit while he went into the fridge to get some drinks. He looked about, wondering what the other boy might want. Usually, Faolan might have a beer or something alcoholic with his dinner depending on his mood. But for now, he decided to grab a bottle of water for himself.

"What do you want to drink, Gandrian?"

He asked, looking back at his roommate for his order.​
 
â??Water would be fine.â? he answered back, before turning on the water to rinse out the remains in the pot, else it would harden over. The conversation tickled backwards to the idea of learning from someone, and with his active imagination, he pictured something strange and forbidden. Gandrian quickly shook his head, trying not to let his mind wander down that path. Itâ??d most likely end with him getting beaten up and blamed for thinking of such an idea; after all, heâ??d learned that many foreigners reacted violently when called gay.

Once the pot was rinsed out, he dried his hands and moved to sit down at the table. The scent that hit him wasnâ??t something he was used to, and while he had eaten steak a few times, he wasnâ??t used to having it daily. â??Thanks for the meal. Looks like you can cook, despite being mister macho.â? the Chinese male joked, not moving to pick up his fork; it was polite to wait for the chief to eat first. â??You know, now that I think about itâ?¦ wouldnâ??t it be hard to get a girlfriend over here? Mainly because youâ??d have to go back to your country eventually, right?â?

Sometimes, Gandrian wondered if he understood the idea of dropping a topic, but there were very few common ground conversational topics they had at the point. Maybe he should have continued the sports topicâ?¦
 
"I'll be staying here until I graduate...so..I'll be here another two years, I believe."

He answered, grabbing Gandrian a water and heading over to the table. He handed the Chinese boy his water while he opened his own bottle and took a small swig. He noticed that the other hadn't started eating yet and he wondered why for a moment before mentally slapping himself and realizing why he hadn't started eating. Chef took the first bite here. He needed to do some research tonight on culture etiquette in China before he ended up having a terrible mishap. He picked up his knife and fork and started to dig in, starting with cutting his steak. He took a bite and savored it, actually having done a damn decent job. It was delicious-at least to him. He hoped it was just as good for his roommate. Swallowing his piece down so it wouldn't be rude to speak with his mouth full, Faolan spoke.

"I'm not all that interested in women...though I do find the lasses to be rather pretty from what I have seen. I'm..a wee bit more concerned with school and sports at the moment.."

And you. But those words went unsaid as he popped another bite of steak into his mouth before he tried out the potatoes. They were just as good as he had thought they would be. The food was heavier than Gandrian was used to, he knew, but it was damn good food at that. Faolan ate at an even pace, not too hurried but not too slow. It'd been awhile since he had a good steak and savored every morsel, watching Gandrian with a discrete eye to see if he liked the food, too.​
 
Picking up his fork after the other male had a bite, he cut out a small piece and brought it up to his lips. The bite didnâ??t come right away though, as he paused and tilted his head. â??True. One must be concerned with school before things such as datingâ?¦ especially if you go into a competitive field.â? he agreed, knowing that it should be at the top of his mind as well. The medical field wasnâ??t something he was interested in though, so it made it that much harder to study for, when he found himself half asleep while doing the work.

Pressing his lips together, he shrugged, before taking the bite. Savory flavors tickled his taste buds, coaxing them to take in the new flavor that he wasnâ??t used to. The meat was tender, so each chew produced a healthy amount of seasons and a dash of juice. Unconsciously, his eyelids fluttered happily, as they usually did when he tasted something delicious. Sure, he wasnâ??t used to this type of meal, but that wasnâ??t going to prevent him from enjoy it. â??Mmâ?¦ wow, this is wonderful! You should teach me how to make it some day. Feels like youâ??d be a good chef, too.â? Gandrian blabbed.

A bit of juice had leaked at the edge of his lips, in which he licked with satisfaction. Dipping his fork into the mashed potatoes, he took a long lick, before popping a carrot in his mouth. If a meal could be considered orgasmic, itâ??d be the one that he had cooked for him. â??Youâ??re very talented with your hands, Faolan.â? he suddenly commented, staring at the finely cooked meat. It took skilled hands and a sharp mind to make a meaningful meal delicious; at least, thatâ??s what he thought.
 
Faolan didn't really respond about the study before dating thing. Faolan wasn't the type to study much but was more of a classroom learner than a book learner. He was a very smart person, but studying for long hours ended up messing with his memory, which he had discovered back in grade school. So he did small study periods that lasted about a half hour or so before he took a break for awhile and then went back to quick studying again. He never devoted a lot of time to studying like he knew most of his pals did. He watched intently as Gandrian favored the bite of steak and he couldn't help but grin. He wanted to see a similar reaction to something more pleasurable than just good food. But he wouldn't dare just yet. At the praise, Faolan flushed in embarrassment and looked down, busying himself with eating his potatoes. He shrugged lightly and said softly,

"Eh...thanks. I wouldn't have any problem teaching ya. Me mother taught me a long time ago."

At thoughts of his mother, he found himself losing his appetite. But he wanted to finish what he made; he wasn't one to waste food, after all. He was sipping his water when he heard Gandrian say something about him being good with his hands. He almost choked on his drink and just managed to smile faintly..He didn't want to read too much into that statement. But he wasn't one to keep his mouth shut.

"Cooking isn't my passion...but it keeps me fed. And I can do much more with my hands than cook.."​
 
Taking small bites to avoid choking and upsetting his stomach, Gandrian savored each bit as he kept his eyes trained on the table. Gazing up at Faolan every so often, he realized that he couldnâ??t keep his eyes on the redhead for long without staring and admiring how unique the other male looked. Perhaps it was because of the foreign image that the Irishman had among the sea of Asian faces, but it was attractive, and he could tell that plenty of people were going to stare at Faolan whenever they could. Pressing his lips together, he swallowed a tasteful bite and felt his Adamâ??s apple bob with the motion.

â??Really? What else can you do?â? he asked, eyes portraying nothing of the naughty sort. In fact, the dark haired male was trying to think of what else could the other male mean. Aside from cooking, he had to wonder what other things his roommate enjoyed. It seemed like cooking was just something he needed to do to eat healthy, so perhaps he was talking about sports, or art.

Taking another peek that raked his chocolate eyes up and down the pale person before him, he had to doubt that. There were certain styles that matched a profession, and despite not wanting to stereotype groups, he wasnâ??t sure Faolan fitted the artistic painters and sculptures. Then again, he could be wrong. â??Maybe we could do it together sometime?â? he offered, branching out to hang out with Faolan and do his hobby.
 
Faolan grinned at the question but said nothing; his need to show Gandrian just how good he could be with his hands almost overwhelming. He felt the tension in his body rise but he didn't act upon the rising tide of lust and want. Gandrian was too innocent for his age and gender, and Faolan really wanted to show him just what males their age did in their spare time when not occupied with girls, school, and sports. And if they were like Faolan. He chuckled as he ate his vegetables before working on the rest of his potatoes and steak.

"I don't think you would be up for my...activities."

He murmured with a teasing tone that hinted at so much more. But he had the feeling his roommate was too naive to pick up on the signals. He soon polished off the rest of his food and cleaned up his mess before he started to work on cleaning the pots and skillet he had used while Gandrian finished his meal. He could never sit idly after a meal and so he went about cleaning to keep his hands busy. Otherwise, he might just show Gandrian what he was missing when it came to the world of sexuality and experimentation.​
 
Watching as Faolan moved to clean the pots and skillet, he pushed the bit of vegetables on his plate around with a confused frown. â??Why not? I think I would be. We could even do something after we clean up!â? he offered, wondering why he wouldnâ??t be. Gandrian wasnâ??t one to boost upon himself, but when he thought about it, there wasnâ??t much he wasnâ??t physically capable of. Being an athlete had its perks, and one of it was having a fit body to do most physical â??laborâ?? or activities. Perhaps the Irishman was talking about something mental?

Picking at his food, he realized he had been playing with it and shook his head. It wasnâ??t polite to do such a thing, so he hurried to finish his meal. The wonderful taste hadnâ??t dulled as he finished the meal, noting that sometimes, eating rice every day wasnâ??t as satisfying as having different mixtures. â??Here, let me help.â? Gandrian stood up and moved over to the sink with his dishes.

Hands that should have been rough from all the scrapes and landing on the grass, turned out to be much softer than first glanced at, as he reached in and began to help wash the dishes. Standing side by side with Faolan, he realized that the other male was just a fraction taller than him, but he wouldnâ??t say the foreigner had bulk on him.
 
Faolan had to keep from wincing at how indefinitely sheltered Gandrian had to be. He would probably have to pin the male down and ravish him before he got the picture. But the Irishman would refrain for the time being, that was until the Chinese boy suggested they do something after they cleaned up. He shook his head with a tiny smile before he heard the other boy rushing to finish his meal and then decide to help clean up the dishes. As they stood side by side, Faolan couldn't help but think of all that he wanted to show the other boy about exploring his sexual side. Soon enough the dishes were cleaned and set out to dry before Faolan turned to Gandrian and studied the male slowly and deliberately.

"Gandrian..I honestly don't think ya are ready for what I have in mind, lad."

He wanted so badly to make the male submit to him-at least once-but he couldn't put the other boy through it if it wasn't something he was interested in. He couldn't be that dense, right? Combing his fingers through his straight red hair, he turned his amethyst eyes onto his roommate. He felt his body tense as he tried his damnedest not to push the boy up against the fridge and ravish him senseless.​
 
For a moment, a small spark of something irritatingly repetitive tickled his nerves. Gandrian rolled his eyes at the other maleâ??s â??warningâ??, and bumped their shoulders against one another. â??Come on, donâ??t underestimate me.â? he coaxed, firmly believing it was something mental that Faolan didnâ??t think he was able to handle. He was a big boy though, and he didnâ??t live through more than two decades without being able to accept new things in his life.

Briefly, he wondered if it was something silly like knitting, and stifled a chuckle. Itâ??d be quite a sight to see his roommate knitting, but he had heard that it was something that plenty of Europeans took part in. Or was that tea-time? The dark haired male mentally shook his head, realizing that he was mixing up cultural things. â??Besides, I hadnâ??t expected you to be thisâ?¦ shy. Arenâ??t foreigners the one who are more outgoing than us little Asians?â? he teased, rubbing his fingers over the pot to make sure that he had rinsed off most of the soap suds.

Pulling it out of the water and shaking off the droplets, he grabbed for a hand sized towel and began to dry it, while elbowing the faucet off.
 
"Fine. Then I'll show ya."

Faolan said with the slightest bit of irritation and amusement before he removed the pot and towel from Gandrian's hands and put them down on the counter. He turned his attention back on Gandrian and backed him up until he was pressed flat against the fridge. The Irishman took both his wrists in his hands and pinned them back against the fridge and held him in place. Faolan looked at Gandrian's face as he pressed his hips in close until they were connected by their lower halves. He whispered against Gandrian's lips as he looked in his eyes, very in control of himself.

"Do ya get it yet, laddie?"

He asked, keeping himself in check from flat-out ravishing the Asian before him that looked so flustered and bothered. It made his erection strain against his trousers as he kept himself in check, knowing that the other boy had to be feeling what was doing down below since the evidence was pressing against his inner thigh.​
 
Once the pot was placed into the dishwashing machineâ??mainly to dry rather than be washed againâ??he moved to grab for the next item to dry. It was then that the towel was pulled from his grasp and Faolan began to edge closer to him. At first, he didnâ??t think anything of it and was about to ask if the Irishman wanted to dry the dishes that badly. But as the redhead began to advance closer to him, he relented and began to inch backwards.

It wasnâ??t until his back hit the fridge did he jolt with a strange sense of shock. Shocked, because his wrists were held up against the fridge as well. Personal space was obviously being violated, as Faolan got close enough that their lips were just inches away from one another.

Did he get it?

Of course he did. The fact that the other male was pressed against him made it obvious that he had been pressing on a sensitive subject. Gandrian moved to push his roommate away from him, before he felt the warmth and prod of something that was definitely not the towel.

He blanked out, trying to think of any reason to explain this action. This was definitely not cultural difference. Instead of yelling at the other male to get off of him, he frantically shifted his eyes for a way out and his hips were wiggling to push the other maleâ??s erection away from his inner thigh. He truly did have an intelligent response, but the blood was rushing to his face. â??â?¦ ohâ?¦â? because â??oh!â??, his roommateâ??s disinterest in girls suddenly made sense. â??Umâ?¦ so, how about the track team? Iâ??m sure they have a spot openâ?¦â? changing the subject might not have been the best idea with the position they were in, but he was really grasping for something less awkward and less rude. Besides, what if he was wrong in what Faolan was thinking?
 
"I don't just like girls if you hadn't noticed yet...and right now, I don't really care about the track team."

Faolan said with an amused grin as he pressed a little bit harder against the other male in his grasp. He wasn't sure what Gandrian was thinking of but he had to assume that it had to do with what Faolan was doing to him at the moment. He didn't have much patience at the moment, but he decided to keep himself in check since he didn't want the Chinese boy thinking that he could just walk away from this like this was nothing. He wanted to make sure Gandrian thought about him-even if he wasn't sure why. It probably had to do with the fact that he wanted to break Gandrian of his ignorance and innocence. He pressed a bit closer, leaving only an inch between their lips before he captured the boy's chocolate gaze with his shimmering purple one.

"Make a decision, Gandrian. I can show you a lot of things you have been missing or I'll leave you alone right now and never touch you again."​
 
Really, there wasnâ??t much that could change what was happening to something else. Whether or not there was a misunderstanding at the beginning, he was sure that what Faolan was telling him couldnâ??t be misinterpreted into some other meaning that was separated by cultural differences. Suddenly, it felt like the other male got even closer to him than before, and he jerked his head back with a loud â??THUDâ?? against the fridge surface and his head. â??Ah! Umâ?¦â? his mind swirled, making him blink hard a few times, before squaring his shoulders.

He then sagged his shoulders, and then squared them again; his mind going through many things that fought against what he was going to say. After another moment of thinking and squirming against the warm object against his thigh, he shrugged. â??Iâ??m notâ?¦ well, not not, but I never thought aboutâ?¦ doing things with a guy.â? Gandrian admitted, but his tone held curiosity. â??You wonâ??tâ?¦ tell anyone else?â? right after the words left his lips, he had to wonder if Faolan was playing a joke on him. If the Irishman was, and he was going to spread word about how Gandrian was a â??faggotâ??, then he was going to get several needles stabbed through his nuts at night, before tossed out into the streets.

Swallowing hard, he didnâ??t voice any of his mental warning, but his muscles relaxed fractionally, as his fingers curled to brush the tips against the hands the held him down. He told himself he was just curiousâ?¦ just curious. Not that he had an attraction to Faolan or anything.
 
Faolan blinked at the heavy thud, and would have asked if Gandrian was okay, but the boy looked at him with both curiosity and slight panic; a war waging inside his mind and body. He listened patiently, not easing up one bit, but not being as demanding either. He didn't want to frighten the boy off if he was actually considering trying some things out with the Irishman. He watched the boy's body signals and felt almost sorry for him. He hated to do this-though in one sense, he secretly enjoyed things like this-he could tell that Gandrian had been looking at him and had tried to play it off as nothing. It was hard to believe that the college boyo had done nothing with men or women, but with his reactions and the way he spoke like the whole act of even thinking about it was forbidden made Faolan soften his expression.

"I wouldn't tell a soul. 'sides, people would call me a fairy since I would have to explain how I know, right? Whatever happens stays here, and we stop when you want to stop."

He said, dead serious. He stared Gandrian in the eyes as if to make sure the boy knew exactly what he was getting into and to show that he could put trust in his roommate. Faolan loosened his hold on the boy's wrists a fraction before he turned his strange-colored eyes to Gandrian's slightly parted lips. They looked so kissable and drew all of the Irishman's attention. With a quick glance up at Gandrian as if to confirm that this was okay, he closed the gap between them and kissed the boy's lips. He barely contained a moan at their softness.​
 
Instead of feeling his heartbeat slow down and calm, it only picked up in beats as Faolan assured him that it wouldnâ??t leave the room. Just here, in their apartment, would he dare experiment something so forbidden in this society and moral structure. â??Yeahâ?¦ not a soulâ?¦â? he agreed, as if he had to promise not to tell another person about what they were thinking about doing. This wasnâ??t orthodoxâ?¦ they had just met today. They were roommates. They were both boys.

They were both highly aroused.

Gandrian moaned softly, as he felt lips upon his. He wouldnâ??t say that Faolan had soft lips, but he wouldnâ??t say they were rough either. Lips were lips, but they produced the most delicious sparks that tickled his nerves when pressed together like this. It took a moment or two, but unconsciously, his arms finally found their strength and slipped out of the Irishmanâ??s hold. Instead of pushing the redhead away, his arms slipped around Faolanâ??s body; one around his neck and the other under the armpit.

Swirls of lust and worry laced through his actions, but like all the movies he remembered watching, he pressed their lips and body closer with a bit of awkwardness in his movements. Little wiggles of his lips against Faolan reminded them how lost he was at doing this, but in response to the hard erection pressing up against his thigh, a throb slowly tented in his own pants. Oh, please donâ??t let him look like some desperate virgin, but his body was acting up like heâ??d never touch himself or something; which was not the case, but it felt like it.
 
He heard the soft moan and felt arms encircle his neck and back, drawing him in. How could he resist such a tempting treat? He could feel that Gandrian didn't know what he was doing, but he would. It was almost instinctual, though it took longer for others to find what they needed and how to get it. Faolan tipped his head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss, chuckling softly at the little movements of the boy's lips beneath his. He knew he was inexperienced, but soon he would know what he was doing. Faolan's hand roamed down the curvature of Gandrian's frame until it rested at his hip and urged him to press a bit closer. The other hand pressed against his stomach before hesitantly snaking up his shirt to touch his skin. Soft skin and soft lips? Gandrian was definitely feminine-like in his softness mixed with hardness. He touched his slender muscles and abs before sliding his hand along his pecks to lightly tease his nipples, not wanting to push too far too quickly. He gently urged Gandrian to part his lips for him with gentle kisses that had a light bit of demand in them; the tip of his tongue running along the Chinese boy's bottom lip to get him to open up.​
 
Warm hands traveled along his body with a strange sense of mapping and ease. It was as if Faolan knew what he was doing, and what he wanted from Gandrianâ??s body. Perhaps the other male did, but that didnâ??t make it any less arousing to feel. The Chinese male wouldnâ??t say he was the most innocent thing in existence, because he had touched himself and imaged what itâ??d be like to touch another person. Sure, it had been a female in his mind, but the male bodyâ??medicallyâ??wasnâ??t that different. There were the basic structures that he could stimulate the way he did in his dreams; he just had to find the courage to do so.

Parting his lips with a small gasp at the feeling of fingers brushing against his nipples, Gandrian suddenly felt his pants get that much tighter. Suddenly, his resting hands along Faolanâ??s body gripped tight, and he flipped them over so that he was the one pressing the redhead against the fridge. Shivering, he tried to press himself harder against the other male, while deepening their kiss. Instincts were often times surprising, and while he wondered what he was doing, he didnâ??t stop what felt right. The heat that built between them was making him forget that the body against his was hard and male. He only focused on the fact that this was Faolan, and his roommate was one hell of a kisser with one thick shaft pressing against his own. Definitely, he should stop his rutting against the erection, but heâ??d do that later.
 
When Gandrian gasped, Faolan took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the other boy's mouth and explore. The taste that met him made him moan as it exploded on his tongue. So good. Damn good. But all too quickly he was pressed against the fridge and he was the one gasping, eyes opening and widening in surprise rather than fright. He felt the Chinese boy press even harder against him and he moaned, allowing the other to take control as the kiss deepened and his jeans got that much tighter. It was like a stranglehold on his dick, but he wouldn't reach between them just yet, not with the way Gandrian rubbed and teased him so deliciously and agonizingly. God, the boy knew how to kiss. Faolan had had his doubts but now there were none.

Faolan broke the kiss with more will power than he thought possible in order to grab the hem of Gandrian's shirt and lift upwards, touching the boy's sides to warn him of his intentions. The look on Gandrian's face was priceless and made him more hard, if such a thing was possible. He had never been this hard in his life and it was painful, but it would be dealt with later. Oh, it would be dealt with. Once Gandrian's shirt was up and over his head, Faolan tossed it somewhere before he gripped the back of the boy's head and hauled him close for another searing kiss.​
 
The Chinese male gasped as he felt his shirt pulled over his head, before it was tossed in some random direction. His first reaction was surprise of course, as he hadnâ??t even noted that his shirt was being pulled upwards. It would have been easy to unbutton them, but then again, in the haste that Faolan had done it, he wasnâ??t surprise that it was pulled off; better than ripping it. Gandrianâ??s second reaction was to deepen the kiss that followed it. He pushed the redhead hard against the fridge and tried to take back his control of the situation. After all, if he was going to do something with another male, he wasnâ??t going to back down from this delicious challenge.

It warred in his mind though, making him shiver as he felt the nipping air against his flesh. Small nipples pebbled against Faolanâ??s shirted chest, as he thrust his tongue into the warm mouth and dominated in a sense that he only knew how. Everything was running on guesses, as he had no true experience, but he had watched movies, heard of techniques, and read a few books. Rarely was a virgin completely inexperienced, but he hoped that it wasnâ??t showing too much. As if to distract Faolan further with his ministrations, he grinded his throbbing bulge against the other maleâ??s crotch, while his hands slipped down and cupped each clothed cheek of the Irishmanâ??s buttocks. Firm squeezes made him actually ooze out a bit of precum from his tip, setting his facial cheeks ablaze as his body acted so eager. â??Shitâ?¦ shit, what are we doing?â? he husked out, the kiss sloppy and turning lips a rosy hue.
 
Faolan felt the fridge rattle as he was shoved back hard against it and the action made his erection twitch as he blushed in the faintest. He hadn't expected the boy to be so dominating, but it made him burn like nothing else. He never got a challenge like this, to see who would come out on top and this was just too much to pass over. He could feel Gandrian's nipples abrade his chest through his shirt and he couldn't help but press harder against the other male. He wanted so badly to just pin Gandrian on the floor and fuck him until they both couldn't see straight, but he couldn't do that, now could he? No way would he steal that virginity from Gandrian after just meeting him, despite the heat and desire between them.

He gasped and groaned as Gandrian grinded against him, making him shudder and slide his hands into the boy's hair to grip it firmly. Hands soon cupped and gripped his ass and he felt a wave of heat pass over him. He pulled Gandrian as close to his body as he could as he moved his hips against the other pair firmly pressed against him. He heard the Chinese boy speak about what they were doing and Faolan had to take a few breaths before he could work up an answer.

"Experimenting? Having fun? Wanting to fuck desperately?"

He threw out a couple of suggestions to what in the hell they were doing and they all seemed to apply to the situation. He rubbed more, feeling like if he wasn't careful, he would come with his clothes on. As much as the idea was weird and different, it also brought on more heat as he thought of Gandrian giving him that satisfaction.

"Blimey, if we keep this up, we'll have to change clothes."​
 
The answer made Gandrian feel his entire body shudder. Was it with fear, disgust, or was it with desire and lust? He couldnâ??t tell, as both feelings warred with one another, fighting for him to stop and continue at the same time. His agile body couldnâ??t stop rutting against the other male, trying to pin Faolanâ??s hips back to the fridge. But in the back of his mind, he knew he didnâ??t want the redhead to stop pushing against him, because that would mean heâ??d have to stop grinding down on the heat. â??Experimenting.â? he decided, as he knew they were trying to have some fun, but he didnâ??t want to admit that they wanted to desperately fuck. In fact, since he had never had that experience, he was sure he didnâ??t want it, so much as he was curious about it.

Cheeks ablaze, he could tell that even if they did stop, he was already in need of a change in underpants. With the proximity that they were in, he wondered if Faolan felt what type of underwear he was wearing. He suddenly felt subconscious, as he was used to wearing briefs; something that was joked on as only little boys wore. But his embarrassment wasnâ??t enough to stop him, and only made his fingers dig in deeper into the flesh he held.

Faolanâ??s pants felt strange in his hands, as his fingers dug between the crease and unconsciously groped the meatier handle he had. His fingers unknowingly rubbed up against the area that many males preferred not to be touched. â??Donâ??t wantâ?¦ to stop. We shouldâ??should take off our pantsâ?¦â? he offered, not thinking about how lewd that sounded to his ears, but the practicality of the idea. However, Gandrian found it hard to pull away from Faolanâ??s body, and continued to mesh their fronts together.
 
The shudder went straight to his cock as he felt Gandrian continue to dry-hump him. It felt so good, he didn't want it to stop. With the word 'experimenting' slipping out of the boy's mouth, Faolan knew it was beyond that. It had already gone way beyond simple experimenting. Indulging in a kiss, a touch-that would have been experimenting. This, what they were doing, desperate to get under the each other's skin was way more. He groaned as Gandrian's fingers dug deeper into his cheeks before he felt the brush of fingers between his buttocks and rub against the sensitive crease and hole back there-even through his jeans and boxers. He jumped and leaned into those hands while still grinding against the Chinese boy's front.

The blush on his cheeks renewed as Faolan listened to what Gandrian suggested. God, he wanted this boy naked and writhing like no one else. It took such effort to wedge his hands between them and grasp onto the boy's hips and hold him in place. He edged him back a few scant inches before his hands flew to Gandrian's fly and button and worked them quickly and with expertise. He soon had the boy's pants and briefs-which he found sexy and cute-down around his ankles. He looked up at Gandrian as he stood up and hefted off his shirt before working on his pants. He paused for only a few seconds, looking disheveled as he scanned over Gandrian's naked body and loved every inch of exposed flesh. He yanked off his pants and boxers before stalking towards Gandrian and shoving him up against a wall, groaning at the skin to skin contact before he assaulted the boy's mouth again and rubbed anew against his nether regions..​
 
Without needing to struggle against himself, he was easily held still so that the other male was able to pull his pants down. Already topless, Gandrian felt strange as he was stripped of the rest of his clothes. The Chinese male suddenly felt exposed, as he stood there, with his pants around his ankles, and his erection jutting out between his legs. His blush flared deeper, as he awkwardly stood there, half watching the redhead strip, and half trying to cover his front. Arousal was still swimming in his mind and veins, but the fact that he was nude in the kitchen made him take a step back.

And with that step, the other male followed. Soon, he was forced to back further and further, until the solid feeling of a cold wall was behind him. It cooled his nerves a bit, but he was still acutely aware of his pants still struggling to stay around his ankles, and his erection pressing against a now nude front. Their mouths clashed with vigor, and his fingers curled with a vice-like grip around Faolanâ??s hipbones. He was shivering, and it was obvious that he was trying to asses the situation. Swallowing hard, he pulled back, and with another shove of force, he flipped them so that Faolan was nearly slammed into the wall.

His buttocks felt warm again, as if the cold wall had stolen all his heat, but his cock was burning hot, as he aligned it against the other maleâ??s. Thin, wiry pubic hair brushed against the red curls, making his cock itch with want, and his flesh itch from irritation. This time, when his nipples made contact with Faolanâ??s chest, he gasped loudly at the sinful feeling of flesh touching sensitive areas of his body. â??Weâ??re stillâ?¦ experimenting, yeah?â? Gandrian murmured, wondering if this made him gay.
 
He shivered at the grip on his hips before he grunted with slight pain as he was pressed back against the wall with Gandrian against him-again. Again this boy had taken control and it made Faolan burn further with the knowledge that the Chinese boy wouldn't take what was given to him without fighting for it. He felt the press of the other male's erection rub against his own and it made him close his eyes and moan, hips bucking with need. God, it felt like his skin was on fire while Gandrian's back was chilled. Faolan pressed his hands against Gandrian's back, pulling him just a wee bit closer. How long had it been since he'd had a lover? Since he'd done anything even remotely sexual besides masturbate? Too long, he thought, way too damn long.

"Still experimenting..God, yes."

Faolen murmured as he ran his lips and teeth along Gandrian's throat, trying to find sensitive spots as he wound his hands into the boy's hair and tugged to expose more of his throat to his exploring mouth. He nipped and licked before kissing and leaving little red marks along the other boy's flesh. He tasted so good, it was like a treat. Faolan wondered what Gandrian was thinking, probably confused but desperate for more. This didn't necessarily make him gay, unless he never wanted to be with a woman and never looked at a woman in a sexual manner. He practically growled out his roommate's name with desire as he nipped his way to the boy's shoulder.​
 
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