Bad Boy Billionaires 1 : The Ivy League Rake(8)

When he said this, Elroy felt a sting in his gut. He'd had roommates who were shy; he'd had roommates who were guilt-ridden about being gay and were terrified to admit it. He'd even had one who had tried to kill himself once after he'd had sex with Elroy. But he'd never had a roommate reject him in such a rude, obnoxious, superior way. So he stood up and went back to his own bed. Without looking back he lowered his voice and said, "Sleep tight, asshole."

Kyle pulled the covers over his head and said, "You, too, perv."

But Elroy didn't sleep that night, and he wouldn't sleep the night after that either. The people in the room next to theirs played loud music until three and four in the morning and Elroy couldn't even drown it with the pillow over his head. He cursed the fact that his dead father had insisted he get a Harvard degree before he could take over the company. He cursed Kyle for being a frigid bitch and being able to sleep so soundly through all that noise. The music didn't seem to bother Kyle in the least. Each time Elroy got up to use the bathroom and he glanced down at Kyle's bed, he saw Kyle on his back sleeping, with his arms back and what looked like a half smile on his face. Elroy felt like kicking the bed, ripping the ugly gray sweatsuit off his body, and smacking him in the face with his dick just for sport.

In the mornings, Kyle rose early and left the room before Elroy was awake. He was so quiet Elroy didn't even hear him leave. When they passed each other between classes later in the day, Kyle barely even glanced at Elroy. He seemed to be holding a grudge because of the prank Elroy had played on him the first day he moved into the room. And Elroy couldn't blame him completely. He'd seen and heard the way the other guys poked fun at Kyle and made jokes about him running around Harvard Yard in his jock strap. Some of them came up with the nickname Jocko, and they called him that when he passed them in the halls. Elroy was there when they did this in the library late one afternoon. He'd been trying to organize his class schedule when a group of frat guys saw Kyle enter the library. They leaned into each other and laughed at Kyle. They called him Jocko and told him he had a great ass. They might have suspected he was gay, but it was hard to tell with Kyle. This was more of a general hazing, with anti-gay slurs the idiots didn't even realize they were making. 

When they did this, Kyle froze and his face turned bright red. He clenched his fists and turned toward the guys who were making fun of him. But instead of glaring at them, he glared directly at Elroy sitting at the table next to them. He flung Elroy such an intense look of hatred, Elroy gulped and swallowed hard.

When Elroy went back to the room later that night, he tried to talk to Kyle, hoping he could say or do something that might make him feel better. He wasn't doing it because of any deep sense of remorse; he did it because he still wanted to get into Kyle's pants. But Kyle turned on his side and threw out his hand. Before Elroy could say another word, Kyle said, "Just leave me alone. You've done enough."

By the end of that first week, Elroy had come to the conclusion that they would never be friends or lovers. So he went to a bar in Boston that Friday night hoping to hook up with someone to relieve some of the stress he'd been under that week. For the first time in a long time he wound up going home alone, even more stressed than he'd been earlier that night. But when he walked into the room at two in the morning and glanced down at Kyle's bed, he clutched his chest and smiled for the first time in three days.

"There you are," Kyle said. He was stretched out on his bed, naked except for black leather cuffs around his wrists, ankles, and neck. "I've been waiting for you, stud."

It had been three weeks since Elroy had fucked a dude. He could have fucked a watermelon by then. "What's all this?" He moved closer and pursed his lips.

"I thought we might have a little fun tonight," Kyle said. He rose from the bed and walked to where Elroy was standing near the door. He ran his hands up and down Elroy's shoulders and said, "Why don't you take off your clothes and put on that outfit I left on your bed?" He gestured to Elroy's bed, where he'd left a pair of kinky latex shorts and a set of wrist and ankle restraints. "I think you're going to like this a lot, you big handsome perv."

Elroy reached around and grabbed Kyle's ass. He squeezed it a few times and said, "I knew you were a kinky little fucker all along. But I never figured you were into BDSM." He smiled wider and felt his heart begin to race. "I've never been into kinky shit, but I'm game for anything, dude. Let's play."

Kyle leaned forward and kissed his neck so gently his lips barely touched his skin-the way Elroy liked to be kissed. The gentle submissive types drove him to distraction. "You're going to love this, trust me. I ordered all this stuff online this week and had it delivered to a P.O. Box in Boston so no one would find out about it."