At six-foot-two of solid muscle, Luke’s shyness is often mistaken for intimidation. He’s fantasized about his roommate Nate since the day they moved into the dorms, but six weeks later, Nate has a boyfriend and Luke still struggles to have a conversation with him.
When Nate’s boyfriend lets him down during a difficult time, Luke will have to work past his anxiety to be the friend he knows Nate needs. He may not be able to tell Nate how he feels, but can he show him?
Gravitational Force is a FREE short story as part of the Love's Landscapes anthology compiled by the M/M Romance Group on Goodreads, a collection of over 200 M/M Romance stories of varying length.
My heart pounded in my chest. I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes. Across the room, just a few feet away, my roommate Nate stirred. That’s when I noticed the sticky mess in my briefs.
I’d have thought I was too old for those kinds of dreams, but apparently not. The images rushed back to me: Nate, on his knees in front of me, sucking down my dick like he was starving; his green eyes staring up at me; my hand buried in his dark hair, pulling through the strands.
These dreams about my roommate needed to stop. They were like torture. Especially since he was right there, living in the same cramped space.
I sat up in bed; the dog tags around my neck slid into place between my pecs. The jingle of their movement reassured me every morning that they were still there, that I would never forget. Taking them off felt like betrayal, so I only took them off when I absolutely needed to.READ MORE
I shoved the covers off, hoping to escape the room before Nate woke up, but as I was about to stand, he stretched.
“Mornin’,” he drawled sleepily.
I yanked the sheet back over my lap, glancing down inconspicuously to make sure there wasn’t a wet spot on the sheet, too.
“Hey,” I said weakly, waiting for him to turn away before daring to stand.
Why did dorm rooms have to be so damn small? Had he seen anything? Probably not. Nate seemed to have a comment about everything, so I felt safe.
He flopped over on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. I took the opportunity to get out of bed, quickly rearranging my sheet to cover the spot. I grabbed my towel and held it casually― I hoped― in front of me.
“So there’s a party tonight,” he said. “We should go.”
I stopped rummaging through my drawer for a fresh razor blade and looked over at him. “We?”
“Yes,” he declared as he sat up. Every morning, his dark hair stuck up in all directions, begging to be touched. “After six weeks, you haven’t been to a single party. There’s something very wrong with that.”
Nate, it’d turned out, was not the quiet nerd I’d assumed he was when we first met. Very quickly, he’d made lots of friends, joined several clubs, and even found a boyfriend.
“Not really into parties.”
“Maybe you just haven’t been to the right one yet. With the right person.”
Like you? That’s what my troublemaker of an inner voice wanted me to say. What I managed to choke out was, “I’m just gonna hop in the shower now.”
“So think about it, okay?”
“Sure,” I agreed as I casually bolted from the room.