The Straight Roommate CH 4

UNSCRIPTED PART II | The start of a steamy collab

Previously: CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3

Unscripted: Part I ( PART I lives on R. Adrian Thorne’s page )

CHAPTER FOUR

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The bed in Noah’s room creaked with each brutal thrust, the sharp slap of Cal’s hips on Noah’s ass cutting through the air. Cal was fucking him doggy style with a raw, unrelenting force. Sweat dripped down Cal’s bare chest curling his ginger chest hair, his hands gripping Noah’s hips hard enough to leave marks to remember this moment by. Incense, musk, and the heady punch of Cal’s cologne filled Noah’s nostrils, a scent so fucking good it made his head spin. Demi’s latest album spun on the record player, her sultry voice a faint backdrop to the grunts and moans filling the space.

Face half-pressed into the mattress, thick ass pushed up high, Noah took every inch of Cal’s massive cock. His own dick leaked onto the sheets below, throbbing with every punishing thrust. In his mind, it was like every wet dream he’d ever had was playing out in real time. He was getting railed by his drop-dead gorgeous “straight” roommate, a guy with a dick so big it should be illegal, and there wasn’t a shred of drama or strings attached. Just pure, filthy fucking. And now, with the camera angled perfectly on the tripod by the dresser—capturing every bounce of his ass, every flex of Cal’s abs—they were doing it like pros. Sex content creators, raking in views and cash, and getting off in the process.

“Fuck me harder, Cal,” Noah growled, voice rough as he glanced over his shoulder, catching the camera with a wicked smirk. “Show them how you own this ass.”

Cal’s eyes darkened, a feral edge taking over. “You want harder?” he rasped, one hand sliding up Noah’s back to grab a fistful of his dark curls. He yanked Noah’s head back just enough to make him gasp, then shoved his face down hard into the bed, pinning him there. “I’ll fucking give you harder.”

“Fuck yeah, do it,” Noah panted, muffled against the sheets, his body jolting as Cal slapped his ass with a sharp, stinging crack. The burn spread hot across his skin, making his cock twitch. “Again. Make it red.”

Cal didn’t hesitate. His hand came down again, harder, leaving a blazing handprint on Noah’s already flushed cheek. “Look at that,” he grunted, glancing at the camera with a smirk. “Fucking perfect, all red for me.”

“Shit—yes—don’t stop,” Noah moaned, his voice breaking as Cal slapped him once more, then pulled his cock all the way out, leaving Noah empty and aching. He whined.

“You miss this dick already?” Cal teased, gripping himself at the base, dragging the tip along Noah’s hole, barely pushing in.

“Stop fucking teasing,” Noah snapped, pushing his hips back, desperate. “Shove it in. Now.”

Cal chuckled, low and dark, then slammed back in, all the way to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Noah’s cry was sharp, ragged, his body shuddering under the force. Cal didn’t let up—he pulled out again slow, torturously, then rammed back in. And again. And again, each thrust deeper, harder, splitting Noah open in the best fucking way.

“Take it,” Cal growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched Noah’s tan ass ripple with every slam. “Take every fucking inch. Tell them how much you love it.”

“Fuck—Cal—I love it,” Noah gasped, turning his head just enough to face the camera, his eyes hazy and fucked-out. “I love this big cock wrecking me. Don’t fucking stop—ruin me.”

Cal’s grip on Noah’s hips tightened, his thrusts turning savage, pounding so hard that Noah’s legs gave out. He collapsed flat onto the bed, chest pressed to the mattress, ass still tilted up as Cal’s weight bore down on him, pinning him in place. The angle let Cal drive even deeper, hitting that spot inside Noah that made the universe blur, his moans turning to broken whimpers.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” Cal groaned, his breath hot against Noah’s shoulder as he leaned down, their sweaty bodies slick against each other. “Gonna drop my load so fucking deep in this ass. You ready for it?”

“Yes—fuck, yes,” Noah begged, his hands clawing at the sheets. “Cum inside me, Cal. Fill me up. I want it all.”

Cal let out a guttural sound, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing hard.

Hot, thick spurts flooded Noah’s ass, the warmth spreading as Cal came with a shuddering groan, his weight pressing Noah down into the bed. He held there, trembling, emptying every last drop as Noah moaned beneath him, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so fucking full.

“Fuck,” Cal panted, still inside Noah, his hands loosening their grip on his hips. “You took that like a fucking champ.”

Noah let out a breathless laugh, his body still shaking from the intensity. “Hell yeah, I did. That was fucking insane.”

Cal smirked, giving Noah’s ass one last lazy slap before slowly pulling out, a soft hiss escaping Noah at the emptiness.

Cal watched his cum, stark white against Noah’s tan skin, dripping out slow and sticky from that wrecked hole.

“Gonna look so fucking hot on camera,” Cal muttered, glancing over at the tripod and ring light with his phone attached. “They’re gonna lose their shit over this.”

“Damn right they are,” Noah said, rolling onto his side with a groan, cum leaking from him as he catches his breath.

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The room was quieter now, the harsh creak of the bed and raw sounds of their earlier session replaced by the faint hum of the city outside. The air still carried a trace of musk, the incense had mostly burned out. Noah sat cross-legged on the bed, freshly showered, his damp curls sticking to his forehead. He wore just a loose t-shirt and briefs, his phone in hand as he scrolled through their account’s interactions, notifications popping off like crazy. The video they’d just recorded was already uploaded, racking up views by the minute. Comments were flooding in, thirsty as hell, and the numbers made Noah smirk.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Cal stepped into the room, steam trailing behind him. A white towel hung low on his hips, barely covering the defined V of his pelvis that drove Noah crazy, water still beading on his chest and shoulders. His red hair was wet, pushed back, making his sharp jawline stand out even more. He caught Noah’s quick glance and grinned, sauntering over to lean against the dresser.

“Damn, already glued to that phone,” Cal said, rubbing a hand through his hair. “How’s it looking out there?”

Noah didn’t look up at first, thumb swiping through messages. “Views are through the roof. Comments are basically begging for more. And get this—some pretty big creators just slid into our DMs.”

Cal raised a brow, crossing his arms, the towel shifting just enough to make Noah’s eyes flicker down for a split second. “Big creators? Like who?”

Noah turned the phone to show him the profile—a duo known for high-quality, kinky content. Their message was short but direct: Saw your latest. Fucking hot. We’re down to collab if you’re game. Could be big for all of us.

Cal’s expression tightened, uncertainty flashing across his face as he stared at the screen. “Collab? As in … filming with them? Together?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Noah said, setting the phone down and leaning back on his hands. “Think about it, Cal. We’re pulling decent numbers now, but a collab with these guys? Their audience plus ours? That’s exposure on steroids. More views, more subs, more money.”

Cal shifted his weight, running a hand along the back of his neck. “I don’t know, man. It’s one thing doing this with you. Adding other people … feels different. What if it’s weird? Or they’re assholes?”

Noah snorted, sitting up straighter. “Weird? Bro, we just fucked on camera for thousands of strangers. I think we’re past weird. And if they’re dicks, we bounce. No pressure to commit until we meet up and vibe. But their content’s legit—hot as fuck, professional. Maybe they’d be cool to work with.”

Cal stared at the floor for a moment, then glanced back at Noah, his jaw working. “How much money we talking, realistically?”

Noah grinned, sensing the crack in Cal’s hesitation. “With their following, a collab vid could double our figures in ad revenue and tips over a few weeks. Split four ways, that’s still a fat check for each of us.”

Cal let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing a bit. “Fuck. That’s hard to say no to.”

“Right?” Noah said, picking up the phone again, his fingers hovering over the screen. “So, what’s the word? We in or what?”

Cal hesitated one last second, then nodded, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, fuck it. Let’s do it. Gotta keep the momentum going, right?”

“Hell yeah,” Noah said, already typing out a reply. “I’m telling them we’re interested, wanna set up a call to hash out details.”

“Cool,” Cal said, pushing off the dresser and adjusting the towel as he moved closer to the bed. “What’d you write?”

Noah tilted the phone so Cal could read over his shoulder. The message was short: Hey, thanks for reaching out. We’re down to collab. When are you free?

“Straight to the point,” Cal said, nodding. “Send it.”

Noah hit send, the little ‘delivered’ note popping up instantly. He leaned back with a satisfied grin, tossing the phone onto the bed. “Just wait. We’re gonna blow the fuck up.”

Cal chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed, the towel riding up just enough to show more thigh. “Better not be a bust. I’m not tryna get naked with randos for nothing.”

“Trust me, it won’t be,” Noah said, meeting his eyes with a sly look. “And hey, if it’s a bust, we’ve still got plenty of content ideas—just the two of us.”

Cal’s smirk widened, a spark of heat in his gaze, the towel now barely clinging to his hips, the outline of a half-chub clearly visible through the thin fabric. Noah’s eyes flicked down, catching the bulge, and a smirk spread across his face as he propped himself up on one elbow.

“Damn, dude,” Noah said, nodding toward Cal’s lap with a teasing grin. “Already half-hard again? What, been holding you back so long before we started fucking around that you got a lifetime supply of cum in there? Might never drain you dry.”

Cal let out a low chuckle, shifting so the towel fell loose just a bit more, not bothering to hide it. “Well, you never know unless you keep trying, right?” His voice was cocky, eyes glinting with a challenge as he leaned back on his hands.

Noah’s smirk turned wicked. “Oh, I’ll happily keep trying.” In one quick motion, he reached over and yanked the towel off Cal’s hips, letting it fall to the floor. Cal’s cock sprang free, already thickening, the tip glistening slightly from the shower … or something else. Noah didn’t waste a second, scooting closer and dropping to his knees between Cal’s legs.

“Fuck, you’re eager,” Cal muttered, his voice rough as he watched Noah settle in, hands gripping Cal’s thighs.

“Shut up and let me work,” Noah shot back, already wrapping a hand around the base of Cal’s shaft, giving it a slow, firm stroke. Cal’s breath hitched, his hips twitching up slightly as Noah leaned in, hot breath ghosting over the head.

Noah flicked his tongue out, teasing the slit, tasting the faint saltiness there. Delicious.

Cal groaned, one hand instinctively reaching down to tangle in Noah’s damp curls. “Shit, don’t tease me like that,” he rasped, his voice already tight.

“Who’s teasing?” Noah mumbled, lips brushing against the tip before he took Cal into his mouth, sucking hard on just the head. His tongue swirled around, while his hand pumped the rest of the shaft, setting a steady rhythm.

“Fuck,” Cal hissed, his grip tightening in Noah’s hair as his head tipped back. “You’re too damn good at this.”

Noah pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at Cal with a sly grin, spit shining on his lips. “Gotta be. Can’t let all that cum go to waste, right?” Without waiting for a reply, he dove back down, taking Cal deeper this time, his lips stretching wide as he bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks for suction.

Cal’s thighs tensed under Noah’s hands, a low groan rumbling from his chest. “Goddamn, keep going. Just like that.” His hips rocked up slightly, pushing further into Noah’s mouth, testing how much he could take.

Noah didn’t flinch, relaxing his throat and taking Cal all the way down until his nose pressed into the coarse ginger hair at the base. He held there for a second, letting Cal feel the tight heat, before pulling back slow, dragging his tongue along the underside. “Fuck, you’re thick,” he gasped, catching his breath, hand still stroking fast. “Gonna choke on this thing all day.”

“Don’t stop now,” Cal grunted, his voice thick with need as he pushed Noah’s head, guiding him back down. “Keep sucking. Drain me.”

Noah hummed around him, the vibration making Cal curse under his breath. He picked up the pace, head bobbing faster, one hand slipping down to cup Cal’s balls, waiting around them gently while the other kept stroking what his mouth couldn’t reach. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as spit dripped down Cal’s shaft, Noah not caring about the mess.

Cal’s hands moved to pinch his nipples to enhance the sensation. “Shit—Noah—I’m gonna—” his warning cut off with a choked groan, his hips jerking as he came hard, hot spurts hitting the back of Noah’s throat. Noah didn’t pull off, swallowing around him, taking every drop until Cal’s body slumped back.

Noah finally pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked up at Cal. “Told you I’d keep trying. Still think there’s more in there?”

Cal let out a breathless laugh, chest heaving as he caught his breath. “Fuck, man … Yeah, keep at it. I ain’t complaining.”

Noah chuckled, climbing back onto the bed beside him, his own bulge straining against his briefs. “Good, ‘cause I’m just getting started.”

Cal shot him a sidelong glance, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Better pace yourself. We got a collab to plan, remember?”

“Plenty of time for both,” Noah said, leaning in to suck Cal’s balls with a grin.

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The story continues in an epic collab with R. Adrian Thorne and his kinky boys from the epilogue of Temporary Monuments.

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