The Hidden Kingdom
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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Reviews:
5
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Three
After the floor meeting, they went back to their room and things were, well, kind of awkward. Yes, Damon was hot. Yes, Damon was nice so far, but once the fervor of finding someone like him who liked him was passed, Jonas realized that he\'d basically just had sex, or near enough to it, with a stranger. He was too trusting, wasn\'t he? Then again, what did he expect? They were both eighteen-year-olds, with eighteen-year-old libidos and the key to a room of their own. It would be a miracle if they went to their classes. Hell, it would be a miracle if they remembered to go to the dining hall at least once a day.
Damon was lying on his bed, looking over the course book and occasionally glancing up at Jonas. Jonas was unsuccessfully trying to set up his school internet account. The system kept booting him off, maybe because everybody else on campus was trying to do the exact same thing he was that night. After Jonas cursed the Deus ex Machina for the twelfth time, Damon got up and stood next to him. Jonas expected him to offer computer advice, but instead, Damon leaned over and started sucking on that really good spot on Jonas\' neck. The fact that they were strangers stopped mattering again and Jonas leaned back to offer more of his neck. A minute later, Damon was pulling him up by his underarms and turning him around, knocking Jonas\' desk chair over to get it out of the way. Damon kissed him then, a good, hard, hungry kiss to let Jonas know he was serious.
Then he slid a hand down and over Jonas\' fly, whispering, \"Please say yes to this, please.\"
Jonas wasn\'t completely sure what Damon was asking, but he still answered, \"Yeah, okay.\" And Damon kneeled down in front of him, roughly rubbing his hands one after the other up over Jonas\' denim clad cock. The friction was just as good as it had been the last time and the idea of what Damon being on his knees meant made Jonas that much harder.
Jonas got bold and undid his fly as Damon watched, a slyly amused look on his face. Damon teased his hands over Jonas belly, sliding them up under his shirt to circle his fingertips over nipples before fitting his hands between Jonas\' hips and the fabric of his shorts and jeans and tugging them down and- oh God, he was gonna get head. It didn\'t take long. Damon nuzzled his face in close and licked up one side of Jonas\' dick. Then he sucked just the top of it into his mouth and twirled his tongue over it, finding the slit at the tip. Jonas grabbed Damon by the hair and came. Shit, he was a lightweight.
Damon stood up and kissed him. Damon had swallowed. Jonas was a curious guy, so he had taken the time to taste his own come before- it had just seemed bitter so, he understood why swallowing was considered a complement, but tasted off Damon\'s warm tongue, it, well okay- it was still bitter, but somehow, it was much sexier. They kissed a long time, slow, deep kisses- languid, that was the word Jonas kept thinking. It was good. It was good, but Jonas had to figure that Damon was going a little crazy with it, since he hadn\'t gotten off yet, so Jonas pushed Damon back from him just enough to make room for his hands and worked Damon\'s button and zipper open. They both pulled at his pants until Jonas could wrap his hand around Damon\'s erection and start jacking him.
Damon broke off from Jonas\' mouth and asked, \"Slower please, Joey. Longer is better, yes?\"
\"Oh yeah, sorry.\" Jonas slowed his hand. He leaned up and kissed Damon again, more roughly to balance gentling his hand. Soon Damon\'s kisses stopped being deep and languid and instead were desperate and breathy. Then Damon covered Jonas\' hand with his, steering the pace, and came grunting three quick pulls later.
Damon kissed him again, crossed the room to his dresser and pulled a towel from the top drawer to clean up with. \"I\'m going to do my toilet. Am I correct in assuming that we would bring too much attention to our new friendship were we to bathe together?\"
\"Uh- yeah. We probably shouldn\'t do that. It is a shared bathroom,\" Jonas answered, still fazed from their new friendship.
\"We can walk together, yes?\"
\"Yeah, I\'ll be right behind you.\" Jonas got up, to put on his bathrobe, get his bathroom kit and follow his roommate.
***
Jonas knew he was lucky, really lucky. Coming out had been well, not easy but, not so terrible as it could have been and just when he\'d been ready to think about maybe putting himself out there and dating, Damon had shown up. Jonas didn\'t let himself think too hard about how fast his romance with Damon was progressing. He didn\'t want to have to think about it, about how little he knew about his roommate and how little Damon shared about himself, because if he did, Jonas would have had to see that he\'d jumped into things so quickly, which would lead to thinking about how easy it all seemed. And, being gay wasn\'t supposed to be this easy, was it? He\'d spent years, like six or seven years of his life pretending to be someone else because he was scared of the hard times being himself was supposed to bring. Did he waste all that effort, worry all that time, kiss all those girls for nothing? Not that he expected life to make sense, he knew it didn\'t but, shouldn\'t this freedom and happiness come with a price tag? Shouldn\'t he have had to struggle to get to this good place? It felt like he\'d cheated or something, like fate or karma or God was teasing him and was going to take it all away when he least expected it.
Living with his boyfriend, his extremely hot boyfriend, kept him from letting those thoughts in most of the time because thinking came in a distant second when he and Damon were together- and when they did think, it was mostly about their classes. So, the first weekend after classes started. Damon had taught him how to give head and Jonas had taught Damon American slang. Jonas\' favorite had been explaining sixty-nine.
\"Why is only that one position assigned a number?\" Damon had asked. \"What happened to the other sixty-eight? Why did they not start at one?\" Jonas had stifled a laugh and drawn him a diagram. Then Damon had shown how quick a study he was by giving a demonstration- a hands-on, audience participation demonstration.
***
A week later, when he\'d had a chance to catch Suzzy on the phone, she gushed at how lucky he had it, finding himself rooming with a guy he liked and wanted him back. Then she proceeded to elaborate on her roommate from hell and how hard her classes were. Finally, she asked for details- gory details she\'d said- about what he and Damon did in bed. About then was when he remembered some reading he\'d been neglecting and said goodbye.
***
The second weekend of the semester, they had both been hit hard with homework and Damon had a test he was worrying over on Monday, so they had actually worked most of the time. Luckily that didn\'t mean no fun, just quicker fun. They got into a rhythm: work two hours, get something to eat, get off together and go back to work. Jonas lived for the study breaks.
They hadn\'t made a habit of sleeping in the same bed, the beds were just too damn small for it, but they\'d usually spend some quality groping and making-out time on one or the other of the beds before going to sleep separately. That Sunday night, Damon had pushed the beds together, pulled out a length of twine he\'d had in his luggage and tied the bed legs together. They mattresses still drifted apart, but it was a pretty good system, plus it outted them to anyone who visited or looked in while the door was open, so they didn\'t actually have to say it to anyone. It took maybe two nights for Jonas to get so used to going to sleep with Damon wrapped around him. It was also nicely convenient to be able to just reach over and touch Damon in the morning- kiss him awake and spend a few minutes starting off the day right. The week passed in a blur of lectures and book all day and Damon\'s mouth all night- Damon\'s mouth on his, Damon\'s mouth on his body, Damon\'s mouth whispering passionate promises as Jonas touched and tasted and teased him.
Damon was lying on his bed, looking over the course book and occasionally glancing up at Jonas. Jonas was unsuccessfully trying to set up his school internet account. The system kept booting him off, maybe because everybody else on campus was trying to do the exact same thing he was that night. After Jonas cursed the Deus ex Machina for the twelfth time, Damon got up and stood next to him. Jonas expected him to offer computer advice, but instead, Damon leaned over and started sucking on that really good spot on Jonas\' neck. The fact that they were strangers stopped mattering again and Jonas leaned back to offer more of his neck. A minute later, Damon was pulling him up by his underarms and turning him around, knocking Jonas\' desk chair over to get it out of the way. Damon kissed him then, a good, hard, hungry kiss to let Jonas know he was serious.
Then he slid a hand down and over Jonas\' fly, whispering, \"Please say yes to this, please.\"
Jonas wasn\'t completely sure what Damon was asking, but he still answered, \"Yeah, okay.\" And Damon kneeled down in front of him, roughly rubbing his hands one after the other up over Jonas\' denim clad cock. The friction was just as good as it had been the last time and the idea of what Damon being on his knees meant made Jonas that much harder.
Jonas got bold and undid his fly as Damon watched, a slyly amused look on his face. Damon teased his hands over Jonas belly, sliding them up under his shirt to circle his fingertips over nipples before fitting his hands between Jonas\' hips and the fabric of his shorts and jeans and tugging them down and- oh God, he was gonna get head. It didn\'t take long. Damon nuzzled his face in close and licked up one side of Jonas\' dick. Then he sucked just the top of it into his mouth and twirled his tongue over it, finding the slit at the tip. Jonas grabbed Damon by the hair and came. Shit, he was a lightweight.
Damon stood up and kissed him. Damon had swallowed. Jonas was a curious guy, so he had taken the time to taste his own come before- it had just seemed bitter so, he understood why swallowing was considered a complement, but tasted off Damon\'s warm tongue, it, well okay- it was still bitter, but somehow, it was much sexier. They kissed a long time, slow, deep kisses- languid, that was the word Jonas kept thinking. It was good. It was good, but Jonas had to figure that Damon was going a little crazy with it, since he hadn\'t gotten off yet, so Jonas pushed Damon back from him just enough to make room for his hands and worked Damon\'s button and zipper open. They both pulled at his pants until Jonas could wrap his hand around Damon\'s erection and start jacking him.
Damon broke off from Jonas\' mouth and asked, \"Slower please, Joey. Longer is better, yes?\"
\"Oh yeah, sorry.\" Jonas slowed his hand. He leaned up and kissed Damon again, more roughly to balance gentling his hand. Soon Damon\'s kisses stopped being deep and languid and instead were desperate and breathy. Then Damon covered Jonas\' hand with his, steering the pace, and came grunting three quick pulls later.
Damon kissed him again, crossed the room to his dresser and pulled a towel from the top drawer to clean up with. \"I\'m going to do my toilet. Am I correct in assuming that we would bring too much attention to our new friendship were we to bathe together?\"
\"Uh- yeah. We probably shouldn\'t do that. It is a shared bathroom,\" Jonas answered, still fazed from their new friendship.
\"We can walk together, yes?\"
\"Yeah, I\'ll be right behind you.\" Jonas got up, to put on his bathrobe, get his bathroom kit and follow his roommate.
***
Jonas knew he was lucky, really lucky. Coming out had been well, not easy but, not so terrible as it could have been and just when he\'d been ready to think about maybe putting himself out there and dating, Damon had shown up. Jonas didn\'t let himself think too hard about how fast his romance with Damon was progressing. He didn\'t want to have to think about it, about how little he knew about his roommate and how little Damon shared about himself, because if he did, Jonas would have had to see that he\'d jumped into things so quickly, which would lead to thinking about how easy it all seemed. And, being gay wasn\'t supposed to be this easy, was it? He\'d spent years, like six or seven years of his life pretending to be someone else because he was scared of the hard times being himself was supposed to bring. Did he waste all that effort, worry all that time, kiss all those girls for nothing? Not that he expected life to make sense, he knew it didn\'t but, shouldn\'t this freedom and happiness come with a price tag? Shouldn\'t he have had to struggle to get to this good place? It felt like he\'d cheated or something, like fate or karma or God was teasing him and was going to take it all away when he least expected it.
Living with his boyfriend, his extremely hot boyfriend, kept him from letting those thoughts in most of the time because thinking came in a distant second when he and Damon were together- and when they did think, it was mostly about their classes. So, the first weekend after classes started. Damon had taught him how to give head and Jonas had taught Damon American slang. Jonas\' favorite had been explaining sixty-nine.
\"Why is only that one position assigned a number?\" Damon had asked. \"What happened to the other sixty-eight? Why did they not start at one?\" Jonas had stifled a laugh and drawn him a diagram. Then Damon had shown how quick a study he was by giving a demonstration- a hands-on, audience participation demonstration.
***
A week later, when he\'d had a chance to catch Suzzy on the phone, she gushed at how lucky he had it, finding himself rooming with a guy he liked and wanted him back. Then she proceeded to elaborate on her roommate from hell and how hard her classes were. Finally, she asked for details- gory details she\'d said- about what he and Damon did in bed. About then was when he remembered some reading he\'d been neglecting and said goodbye.
***
The second weekend of the semester, they had both been hit hard with homework and Damon had a test he was worrying over on Monday, so they had actually worked most of the time. Luckily that didn\'t mean no fun, just quicker fun. They got into a rhythm: work two hours, get something to eat, get off together and go back to work. Jonas lived for the study breaks.
They hadn\'t made a habit of sleeping in the same bed, the beds were just too damn small for it, but they\'d usually spend some quality groping and making-out time on one or the other of the beds before going to sleep separately. That Sunday night, Damon had pushed the beds together, pulled out a length of twine he\'d had in his luggage and tied the bed legs together. They mattresses still drifted apart, but it was a pretty good system, plus it outted them to anyone who visited or looked in while the door was open, so they didn\'t actually have to say it to anyone. It took maybe two nights for Jonas to get so used to going to sleep with Damon wrapped around him. It was also nicely convenient to be able to just reach over and touch Damon in the morning- kiss him awake and spend a few minutes starting off the day right. The week passed in a blur of lectures and book all day and Damon\'s mouth all night- Damon\'s mouth on his, Damon\'s mouth on his body, Damon\'s mouth whispering passionate promises as Jonas touched and tasted and teased him.