Roommate Wars M/M (Final added - 10. 04.)
Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2020 2:35 pm
Chapter 1: Movie Night
“This movie sucks. Can we watch something different, please?”, Noah asked, yawning loudly. Zack, his roommate, rolled his eyes. “No, we can not. I have wanted to watch this movie for two weeks. It's finally my turn.”
“But it sucks! This is supposed to be about watching shitty movies and making fun of them, but this one is so booooring.” Noah let his head hang down from the sofa, his limbs motionless and mouth open. “Please stop tormenting me!”, he added, after the lack of a reaction.
Skylar noisily ate a bunch of chips, before chiming in. “Come on, your movie wasn't any better. Just deal with it. Next week, you can torment us with something bad of your choice.” His eyes went back to the screen, watching a guy in a badly done robot costume. “You seriously don't find this nonsense funny?”
Noah grunted and sighed, as his roommates laughed again at the crappy effects. He eyed the jelly beans, and started to grin.
“What are you doing, jerk? Stop that.” Zack looked angrily at Noah, who looked as innocent as possible. “Whatever do you mean?”, he asked, trying hard to keep a straight face. “Stop throwing jelly beans at me! And you don't need to laugh!”, Zack added, in the direction of a snickering Skylar.
“Part of the fun is watching you two bicker like an old couple.” His laugh got only more intense, as both guys looked angrily at him.
“Shut up. I want to watch that movie. It's my turn, and I swear, we will watch it together, in peace!” Zack turned his attention back at the TV, only to furiously turn back to Noah again, after being hit with another bean. “Stop that, goddammit!” Both Noah and Skylar started laughing, as their roommate grabbed the bag of sweets and hid it near his body.
Some minutes later, Noah got up with a yawn. “You know what, guys? I give up. Enjoy you lame movie, I'll go to my room.” He was halfway near the door, as Zack screamed: “You are staying here! I always have to watch you dumb movies too!” But the only answer was more laughter and a slammed door.
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Noah lay on his bed, reading a book, as his door opened. A devilishly grinning Zack appeared, walking slowly forward. His hands were hidden behind his back.
“Come on, what now? Sorry for making fun of you, but I think we should just cancel movie night. Let's do something different next time, ok?” Noah sat up, his back against the wall, as his roommate didn't answer. His face lost a bit of color, as he realized that it was duct tape that was hidden behind Skylars back. “Wh-What are you going to do?” He tried backing away, but there was nowhere to go.
“You will watch that movie, and if I have to force you.”
With that words, Zack jumped his friend, who did his best to defend himself. But there was not much to be done. Zack was well trained, as well as a bit bigger, and it didn't take long for the slim, untrained Noah to be forced on his stomach, with his roommate on his back.
“Get off me”, he said, though it was hard to talk with someones weight pressing the air out of your body. He couldn't do much to defend himself, as his hands were tied behind his back with multiple layers of tape.
“Stop!”
Cold sweat appeared on Noahs forehead, as he struggled helplessly.
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Skylar played around on his phone, as the door to the living room went open. In came Zack, with a filled up sleeping bag over his shoulder. The bag moved around and produced grunts and similar sounds. But it didn't take long for Skylar to realize what he saw.
“Dude, did you seriously just do that?” It was mainly surprise that made him ask a question with such an obvious answer. The sleeping bag was placed in a sitting position on the couch, with the beet-red face of Noah sticking out on top. The cord of the hood was pulled close and knotted off, so that it was just large enough for the neck. Multiple layers of tape were wrapped around the prisoners head, who wouldn't stop struggling and mumbling like crazy.
“Was that really necessary? A sleeping bag?” Skylar could barely hold himself back from laughing. “Don't overdo it.”
“Oh, that's not all. There is a lot of tape under that bag. But I was actually really nice. I only used a clean pair of boxer shorts to gag him. Hehe!” Zack positioned himself directly in front of his captives face, before pinching him him the cheek. He only laughed, as his prisoner screamed. “So, are you now going to watch the movie?”
Noah demonstratively shut his eyes, moving his head to clearly indicate that he would still continue to protest. His captor thought for a few seconds, before running out of the room, snickering. When he came back, he held a shoe in his hand.
His eyes closed, so Noah only reacted as he started to smell the foul odor that came near his face. He opened his eyes in horror, restarted his struggle with even more intensity. But he was helpless, as the shoe was put over his mouth and nose, and the shoelaces were wrapped around his head and the shoe again, tied behind the sole. Gleefully, Zack added a few more rounds of duct tape, ignoring the protests of his prisoner, which increasingly sounded more like pleas than demands.
After being finally done, Zack grabbed his prisoners face, looking him straight in the eye. “I always keep my promises. And now have fun with the movie.” He sat down next to his friend, putting his arm over his shoulders, so that he could randomly squeeze his cheeks or ruffle his hair.
Skylar was still laughing, with tears in his eyes. This was one of the most fun he ever had at movie night.
Noah still struggled, but seemed mainly desperate to get away from the awful smell. But even the struggling stopped, after he realized that it only made his roommates laugh. He finally accepted his predicament, not even closing his eyes, in fear of being pinched in the cheek again.
But he didn't pay much attention. He contained his anger, put it away for later, and thought about the future. This meant war!
“This movie sucks. Can we watch something different, please?”, Noah asked, yawning loudly. Zack, his roommate, rolled his eyes. “No, we can not. I have wanted to watch this movie for two weeks. It's finally my turn.”
“But it sucks! This is supposed to be about watching shitty movies and making fun of them, but this one is so booooring.” Noah let his head hang down from the sofa, his limbs motionless and mouth open. “Please stop tormenting me!”, he added, after the lack of a reaction.
Skylar noisily ate a bunch of chips, before chiming in. “Come on, your movie wasn't any better. Just deal with it. Next week, you can torment us with something bad of your choice.” His eyes went back to the screen, watching a guy in a badly done robot costume. “You seriously don't find this nonsense funny?”
Noah grunted and sighed, as his roommates laughed again at the crappy effects. He eyed the jelly beans, and started to grin.
“What are you doing, jerk? Stop that.” Zack looked angrily at Noah, who looked as innocent as possible. “Whatever do you mean?”, he asked, trying hard to keep a straight face. “Stop throwing jelly beans at me! And you don't need to laugh!”, Zack added, in the direction of a snickering Skylar.
“Part of the fun is watching you two bicker like an old couple.” His laugh got only more intense, as both guys looked angrily at him.
“Shut up. I want to watch that movie. It's my turn, and I swear, we will watch it together, in peace!” Zack turned his attention back at the TV, only to furiously turn back to Noah again, after being hit with another bean. “Stop that, goddammit!” Both Noah and Skylar started laughing, as their roommate grabbed the bag of sweets and hid it near his body.
Some minutes later, Noah got up with a yawn. “You know what, guys? I give up. Enjoy you lame movie, I'll go to my room.” He was halfway near the door, as Zack screamed: “You are staying here! I always have to watch you dumb movies too!” But the only answer was more laughter and a slammed door.
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Noah lay on his bed, reading a book, as his door opened. A devilishly grinning Zack appeared, walking slowly forward. His hands were hidden behind his back.
“Come on, what now? Sorry for making fun of you, but I think we should just cancel movie night. Let's do something different next time, ok?” Noah sat up, his back against the wall, as his roommate didn't answer. His face lost a bit of color, as he realized that it was duct tape that was hidden behind Skylars back. “Wh-What are you going to do?” He tried backing away, but there was nowhere to go.
“You will watch that movie, and if I have to force you.”
With that words, Zack jumped his friend, who did his best to defend himself. But there was not much to be done. Zack was well trained, as well as a bit bigger, and it didn't take long for the slim, untrained Noah to be forced on his stomach, with his roommate on his back.
“Get off me”, he said, though it was hard to talk with someones weight pressing the air out of your body. He couldn't do much to defend himself, as his hands were tied behind his back with multiple layers of tape.
“Stop!”
Cold sweat appeared on Noahs forehead, as he struggled helplessly.
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Skylar played around on his phone, as the door to the living room went open. In came Zack, with a filled up sleeping bag over his shoulder. The bag moved around and produced grunts and similar sounds. But it didn't take long for Skylar to realize what he saw.
“Dude, did you seriously just do that?” It was mainly surprise that made him ask a question with such an obvious answer. The sleeping bag was placed in a sitting position on the couch, with the beet-red face of Noah sticking out on top. The cord of the hood was pulled close and knotted off, so that it was just large enough for the neck. Multiple layers of tape were wrapped around the prisoners head, who wouldn't stop struggling and mumbling like crazy.
“Was that really necessary? A sleeping bag?” Skylar could barely hold himself back from laughing. “Don't overdo it.”
“Oh, that's not all. There is a lot of tape under that bag. But I was actually really nice. I only used a clean pair of boxer shorts to gag him. Hehe!” Zack positioned himself directly in front of his captives face, before pinching him him the cheek. He only laughed, as his prisoner screamed. “So, are you now going to watch the movie?”
Noah demonstratively shut his eyes, moving his head to clearly indicate that he would still continue to protest. His captor thought for a few seconds, before running out of the room, snickering. When he came back, he held a shoe in his hand.
His eyes closed, so Noah only reacted as he started to smell the foul odor that came near his face. He opened his eyes in horror, restarted his struggle with even more intensity. But he was helpless, as the shoe was put over his mouth and nose, and the shoelaces were wrapped around his head and the shoe again, tied behind the sole. Gleefully, Zack added a few more rounds of duct tape, ignoring the protests of his prisoner, which increasingly sounded more like pleas than demands.
After being finally done, Zack grabbed his prisoners face, looking him straight in the eye. “I always keep my promises. And now have fun with the movie.” He sat down next to his friend, putting his arm over his shoulders, so that he could randomly squeeze his cheeks or ruffle his hair.
Skylar was still laughing, with tears in his eyes. This was one of the most fun he ever had at movie night.
Noah still struggled, but seemed mainly desperate to get away from the awful smell. But even the struggling stopped, after he realized that it only made his roommates laugh. He finally accepted his predicament, not even closing his eyes, in fear of being pinched in the cheek again.
But he didn't pay much attention. He contained his anger, put it away for later, and thought about the future. This meant war!