I’m sharing a small apartment with a male flatmate. Everything is purely platonic, but there’s a lot of sexual tension going on, that neither of us acknowledge.
He likes to participate in extreme sports, which makes him maintain his shape, but also gets him injured often. I’m the one who treats his wounds, if they’re not too much, and I take those opportunities to get as close to him as possible.
One day he has to go to the hospital. He fell from a large distance and his partner didn’t catch up to help on time. At the end, he came back home with his left arm and right wrist broken. He couldn’t use neither of his hands.
Naturally, I help him like I always do. I help him eat, make himself comfortable on the sofa… The usual.
The night comes, and I see him struggling to change clothes to put on his pijamas, using his left hand, which doesn’t even have that much movement. I ask him if he wants help and thought he refuses at first, he later asks for my help.
I undress him and the sexual tension is palpable. He’s completely naked in front of me, completely helpless, and with what appears to be a half erection going on, although I don’t look at it directly, since I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. I wish I could push him on the bed and fuck him senseless, but I control myself. I need to take care of him.
The next morning I go up to his room to help him change again, until he tells me that he stinks, and he should shower first. I don’t say anything, since I can see how red his face is, and I don’t want to make this situation worse for him, but I can’t help get a little wet on the idea.
I prepare the shower and I get him complete naked, being careful with the casts, so they don’t get wet. I began taking my clothes off, until he asks me why am I doing that. Shouldn’t I wear a bikini, or at least some underwear? The thought never crossed my mind, I was just eager to jump on, and when I ask if he would be more comfortable that way, he says he doesn’t mind either.
So I wash him, slowly, carefully, getting as close as I’m able to, noticing how he breathes. Everything goes well until I get so close I notice his full erection on my leg. He jumps and starts apologizing while I’m just trying to get him still so the casts don’t get wet. I tell him it’s okay, this stuff happens, he can’t control it.
A week passes through, when I do the same every day. I shower him, help him change clothes, I feed him, help him relax… And more and more I notice how even the slightest touch can get him hard. It was funny at first, until one night I hear him groan on his bedroom. When I go to check up on him, and I see him trying so desperately to touch himself and failing miserably, I realise that it’s been a week since he has been able to do that. I suddenly feel so bad. I’ve been masturbating every day thanks to how horny he makes me, and yet he hasn’t been able to do so.
I enter the room. When he notices, he tries to hide his erection, but I reassure him that it’s okay, that this is just another thing I have to help him with, that it’s not a big deal. He eventually lets me touch him, and his painfully big erection.
It doesn’t even take me that long, and he’s moaning my name, cumming all over himself. I lick my hands and go the the bathroom to grab some toilet paper to clean himself. He seems pleased.
The next three weeks are heaven. He stats getting more comfortable, more used to me, and less shy about what he wants. He grinds on me on the shower, doesn’t mind when I change his clothes and he seems rather proud on how I look at his still muscular body. And he’s been asking me to do more.and more things for him when nighttime comes. Apparently he used to touch himself at least once a day, which would explain why a week was such a torture for him.
At first I used my hands and some of my lube, until I “finished” the bottle, and I suggested using my mouth. And since then, I been using pretty much every part of my body, except the one I want to use the most.
One night in particular, I start stocking his dick and I just can’t help myself anymore. He’s been teasing me all day (or maybe we’re been both teasing the other) and can’t stop thinking about the dick I have in front of me. I go out on top of him without saying a word, his tip touching me. I stay there, looking at him just in case he doesn’t want this. He doesn’t say anything either, but he gently moves his body so the tip enters me, and it’s all I need to know.
And suddenly I’m almost violently fucking him, both moaning and panting like animals, like we wanted to do this since the beginning. I came first and he quickly follows, and we just stay there looking at each other until I get off and start cleaning the mess. The next day my legs hurt, but I’m satisfied.
And this is repeated each day, like a silent agreement, until his body gets better, and the doctor removes the casts. Suddenly he doesn’t need me to shower him, or feed him, of fuck him, and we get back to what our relationship was before all of this, awkward sexual tension, long stares and quick touches, but nothing else.
One night, while I’m masturbating, I can hear him at my door, stopping when he notices what I’m doing. I can help but moan his name, both as a joke to tease him and because I’m getting turned on at the thought of him hearing it.
And suddenly he hurts open the door and crawls to my bed, like and animal in heat. He tells me that he can’t keep this up, that touching himself is just not enough anymore, not after me doing all of that.
I breath heavily, or moan, I don’t know, and we kiss. His hands are all over me, likes he’s afraid to loose me if he lets go. He’s possessive and when I ask him to fuck me hard, he doesn’t hesitate to do so.
After that, I tell to sleep in my bed, and even tho I don’t know what we are now (just flatmates, fwb?), I know that I’m going to really like sharing and apartment with him.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lozbwe/seducing_my_flatmate_fictional