Staying True (Gay Romance)

Solet

Chapter 1

Hey, Spence. By all means feel free to sleep in, go to work late and get fired so I can kick your lazy ass out of here.

Hearing the voice coming through his door, Spencer grumbled into the wonderful, soft pillow that nestled his head. He heard a barrage of knocking. As his bedroom door opened, the voice telling him to get up got louder.

Spencer tried to muffle the irritating voice by hiding his head under his beloved pillow. With absolutely no compassion or human feeling, Greg snatched it away. He was a tall, redheaded tyrant and the worst alarm clock anybody ever had.

Of course Spencer had slept right through his actual alarm going off. Unwillingly, he took a peek at the time. He had forty-five minutes till he had to be at work. He only needed twenty. That was plenty of time for a five minute shower and then a sprint to work. Why was Greg waking him already?

Did you forget the new roomie is moving in today? Get your crap out of the other bedroom, Greg told him just in time to answer his question before Spencer had to ask and admit that he had forgotten.

As Spencer was rising to sit up in slow motion and swinging his legs off the bed, he realized he didn't have as much time as he thought. He was storing a few things in the empty room next to his. Now he would need to find space for them in his own cramped bedroom.

Grabbing a towel, he slung it over one shoulder and went to take a shower. As he got into the bathroom, he slowly absorbed what Greg just said about the new roomie. A roomie was an actual person who would be living with them. It was one more guy sharing the same space with him and Greg.

Greg was the landlord of sorts since the apartment was in his name. And because he was a total tyrant, Spencer didn't even get to meet the new roomie before Greg gave him a thumbs up. He wondered if there was any chance in hell that a new roommate could be a good thing. It would be a huge bonus if he was hot, obviously.

Spencer stepped under the shower then turned it on. He gasped as the spray of cold water hit him like icy needles and woke him up fully. Being awake sucked. He soaped up and shampooed his hair as the water gradually got warmer.

Since Greg got him up earlier than he would have liked, Spencer decided he had time to jerk off. As he slid his hand down his slim body, he thought about that imaginary, very hot roomie. He pictured him right there in the shower with him. They could save time and water if they showered together.

While he ran his soapy hands over his own body, Spencer thought about lathering up a hard muscled roommate. He could knead his bulging muscles. The imaginary sensation of supple yet hard flesh under his hands overlapped with the feel of stroking his dick.

The roomie turned to him, his cock jutting out, hard. With the man's hands heavy on his shoulders, Spencer kneeled down. The man took Spencer's face in his hands and pulled him forward. Spencer drew in one last deep breath then gasped as he came and leaned his forehead against the wet tiles. That fantasy ended too soon, but it felt oh so good. Now the real roommate he was about to meet was sure to be a huge disappointment.

It was probably going to be some skinny geek just like Spencer.

After some more rushed scrubbing and rinsing, Spencer stepped out of the shower. He threw down a towel so he wouldn't drip all over the tiles and have to listen to Greg screaming at him that he was flooding the place. Looking at himself in the mirror as he dried his hair, Spencer wondered what kind of impression he would make on their new roomie.

Pushing his hair off his eyes, Spencer grumbled. What he saw in the mirror sure wasn't anyone's dream roommate. His curly, dark hair was always falling over his eyes because he hated how it looked whenever he cut it. He sometimes got compliments on his dark eyes just because people wanted to say something nice and they couldn't exactly compliment his pecs. His body was hopeless.

Maybe that's why he was into guys with some muscle. Spencer was flexing and nodding at himself with approval when Greg yelled at him to hurry up. He jumped then reminded himself that Greg couldn't see him making a fool of himself.

Spencer was in his room, zipping up his pants when Greg shouted an update.

He's coming up now, and your stuff is still in there. Move your skinny ass, Greg told him.

It's just a few boxes. I'll get them out now, Spencer yelled back.

While bending down to put on his shoes, Spencer briefly checked himself out in the full length mirror that hung on the back of his door. He might be on the skinny side, but his ass was OK. Some even called it cute.

Done admiring his own ass like some insecure weirdo, Spencer went over to the room he had been using as a storage closet. Not that it was small. It was the same size as his own and furnished with the same kind of bed, dresser, chair and small desk under the window.

Since he didn't want to be yelled at again, Spencer got to work. One by one, he dragged the boxes to his own room. The whole time he was wondering if they even held anything he needed. They were heavy, like they had in them every book he ever read.

Spencer fit the boxes in his own room the best he could and silently promised to go through them later. A part of him laughed heartily at that promise. He was going to be tripping over those boxes as long as he lived here, and after that probably dragging them every place he moved. He just didn't know how to let go.

Stopping for a minute in the kitchen, Spencer tossed back a couple of handfuls of dry cereal straight from the box, and gulped down some coffee, and he was all set. Breakfast of champions also known as the breakfast of don't want to be late and get fired.

Now it was time to head to work, so Spencer patted himself down to make sure he had his keys, his phone, and his wallet. As he walked down the stairs with his phone in hand, he was checking his texts and emails when he heard footsteps heavier and slower than his own coming up the steps. He looked up from his phone just in time to see... No way.

Walking up the stairs was a mirage. The man Spencer saw coming toward him couldn't be the roommate. He was pure fantasy straight out of Spencer's poor, feverish imagination. He might even be a dream. Maybe Spencer was still asleep. Whether awake or asleep, he had to take stock of what he was looking at.

He stared from the top of the man's head of brown hair to his smiling brown eyes on a gorgeous face. His gaze moved down the somewhat thick neck, the broad shoulders, well muscled arms, then a magnificent chest covered with a plain white t-shirt that Spencer wanted to rip off.

The jeans would also have to go. Spencer could just imagine the goodies hiding under them, and not just between his legs. He knew those legs were something by the way the jeans stretched over them. Those were muscular, bulging thighs that Spencer wanted to grab hold of as he sucked the life out of this guy, whoever he was. Not the roommate though because that was impossible.

As he stood there gaping, Spencer should have been embarrassed by spacing out while his brain switched to an all porn channel. But seriously, when a guy looks like that, you stare, you drool, you fantasize and you apologize later. Finally noticing that the total hunk was carrying a box, Spencer got out of his way.

Thanks, the hunk said and smiled. And what a sunny smile on that gorgeous face. Spencer just melted inside.

That couldn't be him. He wasn't the new roomie. He was someone who was helping the new roomie move in. Spencer almost decided to call in sick anyway so he could spend some time with this very helpful friend. He could watch this guy bringing in boxes and bending over to set them down. Too bad Spencer couldn't do that. He valued his job. It paid the rent after all.

As Spencer looked after him regretfully, the guy turned. He looked down at Spenser from a few steps up. His muscles bulged beautifully as he held that box, and he flashed Spencer another awesome smile. Unable to look away, Spencer kept staring after him and saw his ass flex as he walked up.

Even after he was gone, Spencer stared up at nothing like a total idiot. That's when he heard the guy's deep but mellow voice as he greeted Greg and then Greg's familiar gruff, nagging tone as he ordered him around and told him the rules of the house. Wait. Why did this guy need to know the rules?

Spencer could think of only one reason. That hunk was their new roomie after all. Spencer couldn't believe it.

Spencer walked down the stairs with a goofy smile plastered on his face. And to think it would be hours before he got to come home from work. Stepping out onto the street in front of their apartment building, Spencer took a breath of cool, early morning air. He took another big lungful to sober him up a little and help him let go of crazy fantasies. Even if he was the new roomie, that man was out of reach for a skinny, nerdy guy like him.

Look but don't touch – that's how it was going to be. The new guy was like that midnight blue sports car that just sped past. It got Spencer's attention and his eyes followed it until it made a fast turn at the end of the block. He admired it, but he knew he couldn't have a car like that. Things like that were just something for Spencer to dream about. Just like he was going to be dreaming about his new roommate whether he wanted to or not.

A hot guy who was out of his league living right under his nose to torture him – it was just like Greg to set him up like that. It sure was going to be weird to have him sleeping in the bedroom next door, hopefully naked. Maybe he sleepwalked. Spencer found himself grinning again until he realized he was going to be late for work if he didn't hurry up and get a move on. Obviously it was going to take more than a lungful of fresh air to get Spencer to let go of his crazy fantasies.

The way he spent the rest of the day proved him right. Spencer made sandwiches while on autopilot. He hardly knew what anyone said to him or how he answered. At one point he realized that Greg never told him the new roommate's name. Spencer spent all day trying to guess it. While making one more grilled chicken sandwich, he decided that he looked like a Liam. With those pretty brown eyes and brown hair and all those muscles, he was definitely the Liam of Spencer's dreams.

When he was done with work, Spencer didn't even consider stopping anywhere on his way home. Usually he might grab something for dinner, browse a bookstore or stop by Marlene's place, but not today. There was a new roomie waiting at home for him, hopefully. If it turned out that he was out, Spencer was going to be very unhappy.

Rushing home and then taking the stairs two at a time, he arrived at his apartment door a little out of breath. His hand on the doorknob, he took a moment to breathe. He told himself that the roomie might not even be home. Still in a state of high excitement, he walked in.

There he was, the new roomie in all his masculine glory. He was surrounded by boxes and wearing ear buds attached to the phone in his back pocket. Busy listening to music and tilting the boxes so he could read the