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Sooner than I had wanted him to, the boy – or should I say man – had left. I turned my attention back to the line, which was getting significantly shorter. Only two students were standing in front of me; a terribly long dude and some girl. After a little while it was my turn. I only had to get some papers, like my schedule, then I went back to my room. Curiosity burned in my stomach. Who would my roommate be? The last two years I’ve had the same room, just like this time. Since I got here early, I had already settled down and had chosen the best bed, as had I hung up all my pictures and posters. While I was walking through the well-known hallway, I tapped some buttons on my phone; checking the time and some websites. Then I arrived at my door. I took a deep breath and opened it. I was immediately looking at a guy a lot taller than me and I got the feeling I knew him. That’s probably because I did; it was the guy I was staring at in the hallway. Awkward.

When I got a better look at him, my jaw practically dropped to the fucking floor. This guy was just sex-on-legs! I kept staring at him, trying to discover a flaw on his perfect face. I shook the guys hand and was about to introduce myself, when I found out he already knew it. ‘Yeah, I’m Tony,’ I murmured. And who are you, like, my personal stalker? I thought to myself. I didn’t say it out loud; I’d decided not to be too hard on the lad. Yet. I raised an eyebrow when I heard what he said next. It didn’t bother me too much, though; I was way too busy imagining how those muscular arms could pin me to the bed, dominating me. Making me lay there and just take it. And how those perfectly white teeth could bite down harshly into my neck when he reached his orgasm, pushing me over the edge as well.  How his gorgeous bleu irises would disappear and his blown pupils would be the only things I could be looking in. How his blonde hair would be soaked with sweat when he finally would’ve prepped me enough to push his dick in completely at once. Or with no prepping... making me take it rough. ‘I... I’m sorry, gotta... have to,’ I stammered, feeling the warmth rising to my cheeks and to some other places (A/N: *wbw*). ‘Bathroom,’ I muttered. I turned around on my heels and walked away from him. Well, walked? More like I was running, almost tripping over my own feet. And of course, when I shot a last glance back, Steve was bending over, showing his perfect little ass and downright shocking me. 

Even though I was finished, I was sincerely afraid to get my ass outside. Tony Stark. Afraid. Never thought that would happen... ‘Come on, Stark, let’s get this over with,’ I muttered to myself. I got up from where I was sitting on the toilet and walked to the door. While still breathing a bit shaky, I walked in our shared room. Great, I would be forced to spend a whole year with mister sex-on-legs. What if he wasn’t even gay? These thoughts ran through my head when I walked up to my bed, sitting down on it. ‘So,’ I started, avoiding direct eye contact. ‘I’d rather be talking about myself, but since you already seem to know me...’ I raised an eyebrow, indicating the slight weirdness. ‘Why don’t you tell me something about yourself?’ And just tell if you’re gay already, will you?

I had trouble not to roll my eyes when he explained he wasn’t a stalker, like I would care. I did listen carefully when he started talking about some other – more interesting – things. I frowned upon his age, but what he said next startled me even more. I already wanted to react, but he continued. ‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Lemme get this straight. You knew my father?’ Steve nodded like it was no biggie, which it actually wasn’t. There were far more interesting details in his little speech. ‘And, are you freaking kidding me? You, mister Sex-on-fucking-legs, has never had any kind of relationship? At all? Like, dude, look at you! You are... you are...’ Just then I realised what the hell I was saying. Crap. I immediately shut up, but I wasn’t embarrassed, not even the slightest. Okay, maybe a little bit...
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Crap, another short one T.T 

I didn’t want to. I sincerely didn’t want to, but I did. I burst out in laughter when he finished talking. It came out way to loud and almost obnoxious. The story wasn’t really funny, it was kind of sad, actually, but when I tried to imagine Steve without muscles something just snapped inside of me. It took quite some time before I could stop. Still chuckling, I said: ‘Okay, I’m sorry ‘bout that.’ I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and rubbed my pained cheeks. ‘I just, I can’t...’ I didn’t even know how to apologise for that. I giggled a bit more. The image just kept on replaying itself in my head. I buried my head in my hands, still trying to stop. 

I didn’t even notice Steve leaving at first, I was too busy laughing, but when I didn’t see him anymore, I practically panicked. Seriously, Stark? You just met the guy and now you’ve already scared him away? I jumped from my bed, but, of course, stumbled over. My knee broke my fall and some words that I really shouldn’t be saying, left my mouth. I clamped my leg with both hands and kept on cursing. I then took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down a bit. I growled quietly when I got up. Because of my knee I couldn’t run properly and I was limping like crazy. ‘Steve!’ I yelled through the hallway. ‘Steve, where are you?!’ I slowly limped towards the gardens. I loved it there more than I let myself. Staying inside with all my computers all day was way better than some stupid flowers. Nevertheless, I breathed in the fresh air. Then I saw Steve. He was sitting on one of the many benches, by himself, looking terribly sad. Guilt was building up in my chest. Why did this affect me this much? I mean, I would do practically everything to get in this boy’s pants, but that’s where it’d stop. I started walking towards the young man, still limping and even slower than before. Then I neared the other end of the bench and sat down. ‘Steve?’ I said softly. 

Even more guilt hit me when Steve began talking. A lump formed in my throat and I tried to get it out of there, which didn’t really work. I almost didn’t catch his mumbling and maybe it would’ve been better if I hadn’t. This was the saddest I’d felt in a couple of weeks. A huge part of me wanted just a lot of alcohol and sex, but I fought against that part. I would be stuck with Steve for quite a long time and I didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whispered, ‘I shouldn’t have laughed. I didn’t know how much it would hurt you and I’m truly sorry.’ I sighed, looking to my hands, who were folded in my lap. How could this boy make me feel so insecure?