Collision

*** Chapter 3

“What the fuck?!”
Adam stirs in his sleep at the obnoxiously loud shout but refuses to open his eyes and greet the new day. He incoherently mumbles something before resorting back to his blissful, headache-less sleep.
“Oh my god…Did you guys have sex?” the obnoxiously loud voice continues.
“Shut up.” Adam grumbles, sinking lower in the warmth on his left side.
“The fuck, Adam?! Get off from my bed!”

Adam frustratingly sighs. He feels an equally frustration-filled movement next to him which causes his eyes to open and find brown sleepy eyes just inches away from his.
“Are you clocking him or shall I?” dimpled cheeks mutters, smiling his dimply, sleepy smile and continuing to express amusement through his equally sleepy eyes.

And then everything dawns on Adam. He abruptly pushes himself on his elbows and looks around, only to find a very pissed off roommate standing a few feet away from the bed.
“Gary.” Adam groggily addresses his best friend who currently looks like is about to have steam pouring out of his ears.

“Did. You. Have. Sex. With. A. Guy?” Gary grits out. “On my bed?” he adds menacingly.
Adam runs a hand down his face, taking a few seconds to rub out his sleepy eyes. In the process he becomes painfully aware that he is butt naked, lying next to an equally butt naked dimpled cheeks.

Dimpled cheeks, who was lying on his stomach, his whole backside to the view, decides to turn around at that instant while stifling a yawn. He eyes ‘Gary’, checking him out up and down, right from the frameless spectacles to the flip flops on his feet and then back up again to those spectacles behind which the eyes seems to have widen a bit.
“Brandon?” Gary blurts, shockingly eyeing the naked boy in front of him.

“Uh, hey.” Brandon aka ‘dimpled cheeks’ responds, now carefully eyeing ‘Gary’ and wondering if he has ever had sex with this fellow. Because for the life of him he can’t figure out how else this…this ‘Gary’ can know his name.
“Don’t tell me you’ve slept with him.” Adam accuses, now very much awake. Didn’t dimpled cheeks say that he slept with only gorgeous men? Adam doesn’t want to be rude but Gary is certainly not ‘gorgeous’. Or if he is, then Adam feels demeaned to have been put in the same category as Gary.

“No!” Gary snaps, “I haven’t slept- I, goddamn! I’m not gay. And what the fuck, Adam? Seriously?”
“I’m not gay.” Adam grumbles, now relieved.
“I’m in the club too.” Brandon pipes in, looking the most relaxed out of the three.
“Oh, yeah,” Gary spits out, “You’re not gay. Oh no. That’s just dried frosting all over my bed!”

Brandon chuckles, and gets up to pick his jeans from the floor. Adam slumps down even more on the bed. The alcohol of previous night is making the hangover noticeable to him now.
“Well, gentlemen.” Brandon speaks, picking up his t-shirt as well. “I’m gonna take my leave.”
“Please.” Gary adds, glaring at the man.

Brandon simply gives him a sweet smile, disturbing Gary even more. Then Brandon turns towards Adam. Adam, who is now almost awake, looks seriously hungover. He rests, slumped on the rumpled pillow, his hair haywire. Out of modesty, or just for the sake of sanity of his friend, he has pulled up the sheets to cover his nether regions. But the sight of his tanned chest and abs is enough pleasing to Brandon. Adam, realizing pretty soon that he is being checked out, flushes. Brandon is checking him out like Adam checks out the girls he sleeps with. And well, technically they did have sex, but the broad daylight and no alcohol are making Adam far more self-conscious than he was the previous night.

“Good luck, mate.” Brandon tells him, smiling that flirtatious smile and making that dimple come to life.
Adam halfheartedly raises his hand, “Cheers.” He bids the farewell, the exchange oddly sounding like he is bidding a friend goodbye after a game of ball.
And then he is left alone with only Gary’s murderous glare.

“Jesus, it was just a fuck.” Adam snaps when Gary incessantly keeps throwing disbelieving comments about Adam’s apparent bisexual-ness.
“Just a fuck? Just a fuck? Goddamn, I am not sleeping on that bed again, Adam! You better scrub those sheets like your life depends on it!”
Yeah, so maybe it was not just ‘a’ fuck. They had a couple of rounds of frottage followed by very intricate positions for mutual handjobs and blowjobs. The night was a rollercoaster more than anything else. Adam has not tried as many positions and sensations in actual penetrative sex with girls as much as he has experienced in this one night filled with only jobbies. And all thanks to dimpled cheeks.

“How did you know his name?” Adam asks later, when he has a steaming cup of heaven sent coffee in his hand and a relatively less hungover head.
“He is in my lecture.” Gary grumbles, discarding to use mayonnaise this morning (his imagination going round the bend).
Adam chokes on his coffee, “He is studying at our university?”

Gary looks up from his sandwich, glaring at Adam, “In my goddamn course, sharing goddamn classes with me and goddamn fucking every guy he can get his hands on.”
“Nah.” Adam dismisses, “He only goes for the good-looking ones.”
“Yeah, only when he is sober enough to classify them in that category.”
“Did he ever hit on you?” Adam asks suspiciously.
“No! But I despise his promiscuous gayness!”
“He isn’t gay.”

Gary gives a deadpan look, “Right.”
“No, seriously he isn’t.”
“And you aren’t bisexual.”
“I am not.”
“Goddamn!” Gary curses.
Adam chuckles, “Chill, man.”

Gary eyes him warily, “Yeah, chill. Why are you so chill? You seem very nonchalant after having sex with a guy…I mean, did he…uh, well-”
“We didn’t have anal sex.” Adam snorts. “It was just a mutual pleasure giving kind of thing. No biggie.”
“’No biggie’…” Gary mimics with a frown.

Adam chuckles again, “Don’t fret.” He assures, getting up to get a refill of his coffee. He leans on the counter and turns back with a reprieved grin on his face. “It’s not like I’ll ever be seeing the guy again.” He states confidently.

His confidence is replaced with shock when he encounters dimpled cheeks the very first thing on Monday morning. Smack in the middle of one of the corridors than out of anywhere. He is standing, leaning on one of the pillars chatting with a very…‘hot’ girl, for the lack of better words. How come Adam has never seen this girl before? For that matter, how come he has never seen dimpled cheeks ever before? It is too big a coincidence for them to be roaming about the same premises every week.
“Hey.” Brandon greets Adam loudly when he is near enough. His greeting is accompanied by an ear splitting grin which more than highlights the dimple on his cheek.

Adam though has his eyes rooted on the chick, the hot girl who turns and eyes Adam like he is brightest candy in the candy store. Adam smiles smugly and after giving the girl a once over; long raven hair, perfect sized racks and long legs; turns towards dimpled cheeks. The amusement in his eyes seems to be double the amount in broad daylight. That surprisingly causes Adam to uncharacteristically blush.
“What’s up?” Adam greets ephemerally, eyeing the raven girl once again and giving her one of his charming smiles.

“That’s Trisha.” Brandon introduces the girl, quite easily noticing Adam’s blatant interest. “Trisha, that’s Adam.”
Adam’s smile grows as he shakes the girl’s hand daintily. In his mind though, he is trying to recall when he told his name to dimpled cheeks.
“Haven’t ever seen you round here.” Adam nonchalantly comments, looking from Trisha to Brandon. The latter wonders if the comment is meant for him but Trisha decides to accept the comment on herself.
“I could say the same for you.” She says, smiling coyly.

Adam chuckles, lowering his eye lids just that infinitesimal amount to give that famous smoldering look of his, “Well, hopefully I’ll be seeing you around often from now on.” For safe measure, he even lowers his voice to that husky tone.
The girl smiles, her eyes giving Adam a once over again, “Sure.” She purrs, “I’ll see you guys around.” She says to the both of them.
An exchange of nods and the girl saunters away, making the eyes of the boys follow the slight swinging of her hips as she walks.

“That was smooth.” Brandon chuckles, his eyes still trained on the retreating backside of the girl, particularly her swaying buttocks.
“I can definitely tap that.” Adam responds, eye-fucking the girl as she left.
Brandon chuckles again, “She kind of likes to play hard-to-get. But she’s a hot number and she seemed interested.”

That makes Adam turn towards dimpled cheeks, taking in his handsome features in daylight. Adam tries to comfort himself that Trisha definitely seemed interested in him but dimpled cheek’s beauty manages to make him feel insecure like nothing else.
“Have you fucked her?” Adam bluntly asks.
“Nah.” Dimpled cheeks respond, “Hard-to-get types….well, they aren’t my type. I like the easy-lay ones. No drama, no headache.”

Adam shrugs, “Hard-to-get can be fun sometimes. The chase can be as entertaining as the reward.”
“I like sex to the point of being impatient. Chasing…hunting…not the kind of thing I’ll pass my time with.”
“Fair enough.”
“Do you want a blow job?”

“W-what?” Adam sputters, quickly looking around to ensure nobody heard that. “Are you fucking crazy?” he whispers, pushing dimpled cheeks behind the pillar to avoid prying eyes.
“Nope.” Brandon replies, his eyes laughing and that dimple coming to life. “Just turned on by all this sex talk.”
Sex talk, Adam wonders, the word ‘sex’ alone manages to turn this guy on.
“Man,” Adam begins, “The weekend…it was great, I enjoyed it quite a lot but it was a one time thing, alright?”

Brandon shrugs, “Sure.”
Fifteen minutes later Brandon is dragging Adam by the scruff of his shirt towards the barren restroom of the top floor. He has Adam’s jeans down at his ankles before they even lock themselves in the cubicle.

“Aw, shit.” Adam curses when Brandon wraps his hand around Adam’s rock hard, throbbing cock and kneels down in front of him. Adam looks down taking in the enthralling sight. Dimpled cheeks is stroking the length of Adam’s cock. He stares at the circumcised cock, taking in the beautiful mushroom head and tightening his hold around the girth as if admiring its width. His other hand is busy fumbling with the buttons of his own denims, working on freeing his own hardened cock from the confines of his jeans.

Brandon looks up at the owner of the beautiful cock in his hand and is very pleased with the sight. Who wouldn’t be, when Adam is flushed right from the skin of his collar bone up to the tip of his ears, every inch of his smooth tanned skin appears darker, flushed with arousal. His lips wet from the ephemeral kiss that both the boys shared are slightly parted, panting in anticipation as he watches with half lidded eyes when Brandon, keeping eye contact with Adam, licks the underside of his cock.

“Hmmrr.” Adam grunts, leaning back to get support from the wall behind. His eyes, though, continue to follow the precise movements of dimpled cheeks. How he continues to lick the underside of his cock, his tongue moving right from the base to the tip of Adam’s cock and then back down to the base, wetting it. How he starts to place tiny suckles along the length of Adam’s cock making him buckle slightly forward at every jerk. And how he’d stroke the cock, uniformly spreading the wetness while he gave wet suckles to Adam’s ball sacks.
“You know what…you’re doing.” Adam pants.

Brandon smirks with Adam’s cock in his hand. He gives a seductive smile to Adam while exhaling heavily so his breath hits the engorged tip of Adam’s cock, making the latter sigh.
“I know.” Brandon responds, tightening his hand around Adam’s cock as if to prove his point. And then he lets the show begin. He leans forward, taking in the tip of Adam’s cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip, round and round.
“Holy shit.” Adam says, his voice a mere whisper.

Brandon, taking that as a positive sign, descends further on the cock, not stopping till his cute, pinkish lips are stretched wide at the base of Adam’s cock. The cock head strikes it price, the back of Brandon’s throat, making Adam groan out loud again. Adam automatically latches his hands in Brandon’s hair, caressing the dark tresses as Brandon begins to make swallowing motions with his cock still buried in his heavenly mouth.

Brandon takes the hand tightening in his hair as another positive sign and begins bobbing his head, up and down Adam’s cock. Adam watches, mesmerized, how Brandon faces no problem in taking his enormous cock. The guy seems to have no gag reflex as he starts taking whole of Adam’s cock in at every stroke. Adam is not small, quite the opposite, a thing his female conquests never tire from complimenting him for. That also seems to be an excuse for all of them for not having the ability to swallow every inch of it. But here is Brandon, his head going up and down, up and down, his reddish lips moving right from Adam’s tip down to the base of his cock at every stroke of his head, his wet lips making slurping noises as he ascends back till he again reaches the tip and minutely swirls his tongue around the cock tip before repeating the whole thing again. He has Adam in a moaning mess.

“You’re gonna me make me cum if you keep that up!” Adam rasps out, slightly embarrassed by how fast this guy manages to crack his nut.

But all of his embarrassment flies out of the window when Brandon increases his speed, his head moving at a faster pace, the slurping noises becoming overwhelming in the small cubicle they are in. Adam, who had closed his eyes for an ephemeral moment, simply enjoying the sensation of a wet, warm, moist mouth as the new home for his pulsating cock, decides to open his eyes again and watch Brandon eat his cock like his life depends on it. Their eyes meet. Adam’s in a hazy rapture while Brandon’s eyes are brimming with uncontrollable lust as his head bobs up and down. And that’s when Adam notices Brandon’s left hand which is a blur of movement as he beats his own hardened cock. Adam imagines how they must be looking; Brandon on his knees, his denims down and his throbbing cock in his hand while he swallows down an equally throbbing cock, taking it so deep that Adam’s balls hit his chin at every stroke, Brandon’s lips stretched wide at the base of Adam’s cock, their eyes locked on each other as Adam runs his hands through Brandon’s silky hair. It’s probably the last straw, that vision and it makes Adam grab handful of Brandon’s hair and starts fucking his mouth quickly.

When Brandon groans loudly around Adam’s cock, that just tips the latter off. Adam grunts heavily, his hand tightening in Brandon’s hair as he gives a few powerful thrusts, making Brandon’s eyes water as the cock hits the back of his throat repeatedly. And then Adam groans loudly and lets his seed pop, his cum coming flying of his pulsing cock right into Brandon’s throat. His muscles going rigid, it feels such a powerful orgasm to Adam that he doesn’t even notice when Brandon’s hand quickens on his own cock and then he is cumming all over the floor, his frame slightly shaking as he achieves his peak.

“Oh my god…” Adam’s voice comes out as a raspy whisper as he goes slack, his hands loosening their grip on Brandon’s hair, his body slumping back against the wall behind. But it’s Brandon who faces a number as he breathes in fresh gulps of air after getting his mouth off of Adam’s cock. He doesn’t let go of Adam’s cock though, his right hand loosely holding the limping cock in his hand as he tries to gather his bearings. He realizes the slight ache in his jaw now that he is down from his lustful high. Even his knees hurt a little bit. But when he looks down, at his cock that is going limp and a little ahead at the cum pooling on the floor between them, it all seems worth it. He leans forward, his hand still loosely holding Adam’s cock, and places a smooching kiss to Adam’s naked pelvis, right at the junction of his abdomen and leg, right at that sexy v-line.

Adam flinches a little, his skin too sensitive after the orgasm but sighs in relief when the same spot of skin is soothingly rubbed by dimpled cheeks as he gets up from the floor. Swollen lips fall on wet lips and Adam grunts again as he welcomes the kiss with alacrity. He can taste himself on Brandon’s tongue and instead of disgusting him, Adam is sure that he’ll get hard soon again if he doesn’t stop kissing. So he breaks the kiss, panting and leans back, becoming very much aware that Brandon’s hand is still loosely holding his cock.
“How about we go on a double date?” Brandon suggests, his hand starting to fondle Adam’s cock again, making the latter sigh, yet again.

“Uh?” is Adam’s incoherent reply, still not quite over his previous orgasm.
“You and Trisha, and some girl and I. We could take the girls for dinner and shit. What say?”

Adam, now becoming more cognizant of his surroundings, realizes with a smacking reality that dimpled cheeks is proposing that they, the two guys who have been sexually involved together, go on a date, but with separate dates. Separate girl dates. Whatever sense it makes. But seeing as Adam is still in the throes of his massive orgasm, not to mention the heavy reality that with Adam’s cock in Brandon’s hand, Adam would fucking agree to everything the guy says, Adam ends up nodding, stupidly bobbing his head and saying, “uh huh.”
Brandon lets go of Adam’s cock and smiling, his dimple deepening, his eyes shining with the tears of pleasure they got moments before, he helps Adam re-wear his jeans, buttoning up and closing his zipper and giving a loving pat over Adam’s groin. And then he fastens his own denims and with a wet kiss and a parting seductive smile, he is gone.

Adam, still trying to get his mental bearings, now profoundly wonders how great can a straight guy become at giving another guy head.