Page 66 of The Invisible Roommate

“That’s for sure.” Gerard snorted, leaning in to nudge Emory’s shoulder in a companionable gesture that didn’t land. It didn’t matter, though, because Emory twisted toward him and kissed him, taking charge for a change. Their mouths merged in the flame-painted darkness of the apartment.

An unexpected first-time feeling swanned through Gerard as his heart pounded faster. While it was far from Gerard’s first sexual experience and not even close to their first kiss, it was their first kiss like this, loaded with the weight of more to come. But it wasn’t a burdensome weight tugging them down. The pair seemed to levitate, even as they fell back onto the springy mattress.

Hesitation got stripped away, along with Gerard’s clothes. The radiator on full blast plus the candles and the residual shower steam made the room a hotbox. Gerard’s skin slicked even after his layers were gone, especially because Emory’s unseen body was a stovetop set to high. Whether it was exertion, nerves, proximity, or a combination of all three, Gerard resisted the urge to recoil when all he wanted to do was get closer.

Sex had never come this simply or naturally for him. Banished were thoughts of paperwork and sin and soon-to-be-married ex-boyfriends; instead, he relished the slide of their bodies over one another until the urge to taste Emory overwhelmed him. Finding Emory’s cock was easy, but guiding it to his lips was an entirely different story.

Emory grunted an apology, clearly sensing Gerard’s frustration. With a gentle glide of his fingers along his thighs, he reassured Emory before pulling a condom packet from the tipped-over box on the nightstand.

“Put this on,” Gerard instructed, voice gravelly with lust.

“For a blow job? I’m STI-free. I’ve never been with anyone, and I’ve been tested.”

“If I’m going to suck it, I want to be able to see it,” he said, attempting to make this sound as un-administrative as possible.

Emory inexpertly rolled on the condom, but once he was situated, the view was not as either of them expected. “Um, my dick looks radioactive…”

Covering his mouth, Gerard cackled into his palm. Emory wasn’t wrong. The lime green of the condom made Emory’s impressive erection look like it had been dipped in a vat of acid in a comic book. “I wasn’t thinking about color choices. Let’s try another.”

“Blue?” Emory balked at the next one plucked from the pack. “I don’t want to look like I have frostbite.”

“All we have left is purple or pink. Pick your poison,” Gerard said.

“Pink. At least that’s natural.”

He wanted to joke that nothing about this was natural. Nothing about having to put a colored condom on your partner just to see his dick was natural. But he stopped himself from causing any further interruption. Using his spit, he slicked Emory back to full mast, and together they tugged the condom into place.

“There,” Gerard said, eyeing the prize he’d been drooling over, the impression of which he’d admired in countless pairs of pants. “That’s much better.”

With his soft palate raised like he was about to hit a high note, Gerard took Emory into his mouth with ease. All those vocal lessons weren’t just about sounding good onstage; they had the unintended benefit of making him a superstar at oral sex, too. Emory moaned for him.

It took Gerard a moment to accustom himself to the rubbery taste of the thin latex, and even longer to put his finger on what else he was tasting as he bobbed.

“Strawberry?” he mused aloud, coming up for air after a few seconds.

“What?” Emory asked, concern cranking through heavy breath. Gerard liked the way the scientist sounded uninhibited. His mouth must be powerful to break through Emory’s bookish, buttoned-up shield.

Gerard ran his tongue up the underside of Emory’s length again. “Yup. The condom is strawberry flavored.”

Emory finally let out his own laugh, though he sounded a bit regretful after he did. “You didn’t read the box?”

“I had to special order these from Jeanie. I was embarrassed enough as it was. I didn’t take the time to scrutinize the packaging after she gave me them in a discreet paper bag,” Gerard said, still puzzling through the flavor in his mouth. “But it’s not exactly strawberry. It’s almost like the strawberry of a candy I used to have all the time, but I can’t put my finger on it. Damn, this is going to bother me.”

“Well, I can’t suck my own dick to help you figure it out so…” Emory said.

Another pink condom in the shiny pile caught the candlelight on the nightstand. “I could put one on, too. If that’s something you’d like to try.”

The bed squealed as Emory sat up. “I would definitely like to try.”

31Emory

When confronted with Gerard Wells’s condom-sheathed cock, Emory’s brain immediately went into equation-solving mode. His thoughts flooded with the best angle to approach, the depth at which to swallow, and the strength of the inhale he needed to take to create optimal, pleasurable suction.

Then Gerard’s unnaturally pink, thick erection twitched in anticipation of Emory’s mouth, and all thoughts of this as an experiment or Gerard as some anatomical model meant to be dissected flew out the window.

A primal instinct sent Emory pouncing forward, which was a mistake. He moved too fast and took Gerard too deep down his throat, causing him to wrench back, coughing. Gerard asked if he was okay, to which he shot a thumbs-up before remembering that Gerard couldn’t see his hands. “Fine,” he choked out. “Just got too excited.”

Gerard visibly blushed at this. “You can take your time. We have all night.”