I was in bed with the lights out when Phoenix came back and little while later. I wanted to avoid confronting him after he'd seen and may or may not have realized that I was masturbating to him. He turned on the light on his side of the room and looked over at me, squinting. "You asleep dude?"
He asked. I contemplated pretending to sleep, but I had to get up for medicine in an hour anyway.
"Nah. Just laying here." I said. For some reason, he laughed. I turned around and looked at him. He was eating.
"They have a snack out there. You want it?"
"No I'm good, thanks though." I replied to his question. In response, he asked,
"Can you get yours and give it to me then? I'm hungry."
I kind of smirked. I felt as though I was becoming entangled with him, like our lines were crossing. Without a word I got up and went out and got the food and brought it back to him. He thanked me and started to eat voraciously.
After watching him scarf it down and then burp and sit down on his bed and start to inspect the ceiling, I grinned. This was going to be fun. If I didn't mess things up. Which meant I couldn't let him catch me jerking off again. Luckily he didn't seem bothered by it this time, but he also probably had no idea it was him I had been masturbating to. I'd probably be in trouble if that became obvious; he was clearly straight, judging by the way he acted and talked. If not then he was simply closeted, but as a gay man I was just able to tell these things; he was straight.
"You hungry?" I asked him. He laughed slightly.
"Dude I'm fucking starving. I wasn't eating for days before I came up here." He yawned.
"Meth?" I asked. He confirmed. I told him that I used to do it too, years ago. He seemed surprised by this.
"You don't really seem like you'd use drugs man."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Why not?" I asked.
Nick burped again, lightly. I could start to feel myself getting horny again and wanted to distract myself.
"Eh... I dunno." Nick said, "You just don't seem like it."
As he continued to stare at the ceiling he pushed his first 4 fingers into the waistband of his jeans. I felt as though my dick was on fire. I was shocked that I had gotten horny again so quickly but it was undeniable; I wanted to fuck this guy so bad. I wished I could jerk off again then and there but didn't dare try even in the bathroom with him there.
He looked over at me and caught me staring; I laughed nervously and turned red, looking away. When I looked back after a few moments the guy was grinning. I blushed once again and turned around and buried my face in my pillow. I didn't know what to do and I didn't understand my roommate. I doubted he was gay but he also also seemed very aware of my actions and clearly was not phased by me. Luckily- that last part I mean. I guess I was being stupid but usually straight guys were simply oblivious to everything around them, this guy was extremely aware of the cues written across my face and body.
I realized that randomly burying my face in my pillow was even weirder, so I sat back up. Nick had his eyes closed; I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at him as he sat there, admiring his body, his cute face and partly opened mouth. He was breathing heavily, it appeared he'd fallen asleep.
At least, that's what I thought until he shifted his legs and I realized that he was masturbating. His hand was down his pants and he was going at it ravenously. My own soldier instantly stood at attention, creating a tent in my jeans. I watched as nick jacked off inside of his pants, I watched the cute and frantic expressions on his face, and I listened to the changes in his breathing, which indicated a move towards ever higher levels of excitement. Suddenly, Nick opened his eyes, looking straight at me. I attempted to hide my boner, actually apologizing in the process, stupidly. Nick merely ignored me and closed his eyes again, snickering. He continued to masturbate. I put my hand down my own pants and did the same. This guy clearly did not care.
However, I unfortunately didn't have much time, as within only a few minutes Nick's breath began to speed up. He moaned, trying to keep quiet, and then his eyes scrunched up and a troubled, or concentrated, look crossed his face. He was clearly cumming. I tried to see if there was a stain on his jeans but I couldn't. His body went limp; he sighed and opened his eyes.
I took my hand out of my pants and tried to hide my erection, a worried look across my face. Nick just looked at me, completely vacantly. I didn't know what to do at all, I was scared. I pulled my blanket up over my entire body and looked back at him again, apologetically. A slow, small smile crossed his face. Then he turned off his light and got under the blanket.
I tried to decide if I should continue to jerk off. Could I be silent enough? Would it matter if I wasn't? Nick was extremely confusing to me. Maybe he was gay but I doubted it. It was almost like masturbation was just a game or something; like it didn't count as gay. What was I getting myself into?