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Dmitri was not in his own bed this morning. The badger started to roll over onto his back before he realized his arm was trapped beneath a torso. "Ohhh, right, the gay sex."

Dmitri shimmied his arm out from under the still snoring mouse and shook his wrist, trying to wake his hand. He dropped the now buzzing hand down, resting it on the sleeping mouse next to him. He felt the gentle beating of the guy's heart, a contrast to his now pounding chest. He felt soft, nice to the touch.

Dmitri closed his eyes, a slight buzzing in his head. He needed water. He craned his head to the side, looking out over the room. It was a disaster zone, a clothing bomb detonated in the cramped dorm. He remembered, once more, that he wasn't in his dorm room. The layout of this room was all weird, moreso a long and narrow room compared to the boxy layout of his building's rooms. The only details that were similar was that the room was small, and that he was up on a bunk bed. And try as he might, he had zero memory of what it was like walking in this building. Dmitri laid his head back on the pillow on the twin sized mattress.

It wasn't that he was blacked out last night. As he watched the mouse snooze through squinted eyes, Dmitri ran through his night in his mind. He remembered drinking some concoction his friend mixed. That was the biggest red flag for an evening. He shifted over and pulled the mouse to his body, remembering walking into the party, remembering that he knew this mouse from the beer pong line. If only he could remember what his name was. Ugh, that was so typical, so lame. They were sleeping together and he couldn't remember the mouse's name. He knew he had to be sly and figure it out later.

But, for now, his hand was exploring the mouse's body, and he discovered something interesting. Not only was the guy shirtless. His hand trailed lower. This mouse was naked. His fingers curled around the teen's flaccid penis, yup that was nothing but butt. With his fingers wrapped around the genitals, he lifted his thumb, gently brushing the coarser hair that made up his pubes. It wasn't much hair, not like his own crotch, but it was just, nice to feel. Helped Dmitri forget about his headache.

What's his whiskers brought him back to his room, Dmitri reasoned. This was all the cute mouse boy's idea to be sleeping together. So he didn't have too much shame in scooching his butt back on the narrow twin bed and pulling the sheets off of the mouse. The guy was just... really cute. Dmitri smiled to himself; drunk him had good tastes. First guy he ever kissed, and he was much cuter than the first girl he kissed.

"Morning." The mouse's eyes were still closed, but he peeked out his tongue. Dmitri nearly fell off of the elevated bed to his death. And if it wasn't a broken neck, a heart attack would have been the other killer.

"Oh fuck, you're up?!" Dmitri practically yelled, before covering his mouth. His eyes rotated around the room, spotting a second bed. He couldn't tell if the bed was occupied and sat up tall. That was a mistake. A hard slam of his head on the low ceiling added to his already throbbing hangover, leaving Dmitri laying on his back, defeated. The mouse hugged Dmitri.

"Hey listen, I've got some water bottles set up on my desk under here. Let me just flip over you, ok?" The mouse grabbed the comforter and chucked it down the bed, a rush of cool air hit the badger's entire body. As subtly as he could, he peeked at the naked figure of the lean, small mouse crawling over him to get to the ladder. As he passed over his torso, penis dangling, Dmitri realized something.

He also was naked. Dmitri nearly knocked the mouse off of him to cover his body up, before realizing how hypocritical that would be. Plus, what more could the mouse see? Or would that even be bad if this cute guy saw more of him?

Slowly this time, taking care to not bash his skull on the low ceiling (How did they manage to fuck with about a foot of clearance anyways?) he sat up. Not having much room to maneuver was awkward, but he managed to find his foot on the ladder. He swung his body around so he was facing the right way and gingerly scaled the narrow, wobbly steps.

"Well hello there," Coo'ed the mouse, getting a grope at his heavy balls. It felt nice to have someone else touch him like that. The mouse with no name handed Dmitri a bottle of water.

In a show of dominance, but also because he was a thirsty bitch, Dmitri put the bottle to his lips, and started to chug. It was warm water, the easiest water to drink fast. In the face of the naked mouse, the naked badger downed the aqua.

Just as Dmitri was finishing the last bit of the water, mousey piped up. "Great, thanks for drinking that roofie" Dmitri stopped drinking. "Yeah, I can't wait to loan out your cute ass."

The water in his throat was sprayed right out at the mouse's face, Dmitri coughing up water as the mouse laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, haha, you just looked so smug with how you were drinking that water, I couldn't resist!" He bent over, holding his ribs as the pair tried to compose themselves.

"You're an asshole," Dmitri said, finally being able to form words. The mouse winked.

"Ok, so uh, I didn't want to say anything... But while we're on the topic of me being an asshole uhhhh," The mouse rambled on, not getting to the point, "what's your name? I kind of... forgot. Please don't hate me for that?"

Dmitri ruffled up the mouse's hair, messing it up even worse. "Don't worry dude. I can't remember yours neither. I'm Dmitri."

"And I'm still Liam."

"Cool. Let's not have to re introduce each other every time we talk, ok?"

"Only if you insist." Liam hugged Dmitri, resting his hands on the Sophomore's bare butt. "Though I may still rent you out."

"Whore," Dmitri responded, swiping Liam's half empty (Or full, according to Liam) water bottle. This time he only took a singular mouthful, before handing it back.

Dmitri's eyes scanned the scattered room. All of the littered clothes wasn't from yesterday, unless they managed to wear five pairs of pants between two people. His eyes did key in on his hat, set nice and neat on a mini fridge that was being used as a tv stand. He didn't put on any other clothes. He just felt less naked when his hat was secured hanging off the back of his head. "Oh shit," Liam said, looking at Dmitri's backside.

"I just remembered. Last night I was calling you... Flyers."

"Oh yeah, shit, wait that was you?" Dmitri put his knuckles on his forehead. There was some memory associated with his hat. Something happened last night that made him think about hockey, but trying to remember was one part fruitless, and one part just hurt his head. He was about to drop the thought, turning back to Liam, before he saw a pendant hanging from the other bed in the room.

"Oh fuck, you have a roommate! Also he's a Ranger's fan, and lol Rags. But your roommate, where is he" Dimitri stumbled around the room on tip toes, not stepping on the clothes. He couldn't remember what he wore last night but he had to figure it out quick.

"Relax, relax. It's Sunday," Liam said, as if that made sense. "He's not gonna come back until later tonight, he's with the football team."

"Oooh, that makes sense." Dmitri slammed the bottom of his fist into his palm. "He still has terrible taste though." This kept the badger from running around, returning to his content nature, comfortable wearing just his hat.

"You two would get along oh so well, I can feel the chemistry. Honestly I feel like he may swoop you away from me," Liam put his hands together and tilted his head, pirouetting on one foot. "Oh, your love is blooming in the air. I am just a footnote within your wedding book."

"Shut up dude, honestly," Dmitri laughed. "But uhh like, not that I'm interested, but have you two, or is he," Dmitri poked his fingers together.

"Oh not at all. Even if he was into guys he wouldn't have time for that with me, considering how often he brings his girlfriend around and asks me to stay out late."

"Nice"

"I know right," From somewhere in the room was the unmistakable buzz of a phone, heavily muffled. The two nude boys looked for their respective phones.

The blue jeans were wadded up in a ball, his boxer briefs still wadded up inside. Guess he couldn't wait to take those off last night. Inside of his pants was still his phone, wallet, and key to his room. So that was nice. He opened his phone and checked the notifications: A few drunk messages in the group chat from his friends last night, plus a text from his dad wishing him a good morning. Dmitri punched out a quick morning message to his dad.

"Hey Dmitri, what time is it?" Liam asked, giving up on finding his own phone. "Was that your phone just now?"

"Yeah, and it's uh," He opened up his phone once more before locking it, "about 11:45."

"Cool. You know, if you want... Later we could get some lunch?" Liam's thumbs twirled around one another, the mouse not looking him in the eye.

"Sure." Dmitri responded, bluntly. He grabbed his pants and his boxers and shook them out. They were a wrinkled mess, so he draped each of them on Liam's ladder to try to straighten them out somewhat. "But I'm not really that hungry yet."

"Really? I'm shocked, shocked I say, that you do not eat 24/7," Liam grabbed at Dmitri's torso, grabbing a handful of the not quite lean badger's belly.

Picking a fight about weight with a 6 foot 1, 195 pound former athlete when you're just 5 5, 120 pounds, equates to half a foot and 75 pounds given up. And with the size advantage, Dmitri picked up the now squirming mouse effortlessly in a single arm bear hug.

"Well I'm surprised a twig like you ever eats in the first place," Dmitri grabbed the mouse's skinny butt, shaking the lean muscle. "Gotta get you some butt dude."

Liam wrapped his legs around Dmitri's waist, using the stability to free his arm to try to break free. Rather than fight fair, Dmitri dropped himself to the ground, pressing his weight into the mouse. He grabbed the rodent's legs and opened them up, freeing him to rotate so that he was sitting on his torso, shifting some weight onto his hands to not absolutely smash the mouse.

"Fat jerk," Liam laughed, trying to push the badger off of him. He twisted his torso left and right, but he had zero leverage. Dmitri wasn't a wrestler in high school, but he knew a guy who was, and as a result he had to learn some ground fighting skills.

"You're only making this harder on yourself," Dmitri tutted, grabbing Liam's hands and pinning them to the ground. The mouse squealed louder, laughing. "Just give up and I'll get off."

"Never!" Liam shouted, trying hard to use his legs to buck the badger.

"Well then we'll just have to make this worse on you," Dmitri declared, dead serious. He could see the dread on Liam's face and relished in it. First he slid the mouse's arms up high above his head, and then he dropped his feet on the mouse's wrists.

"Not fair! Not fair! Come on, just let me stay struggling under you, jackass!" Liam pleaded, fully aware of the incoming torment.

"Well then," Dmitri applied pressure on his wrists, looming over the vulnerable mouse. "Perish."

Without mercy, Dmitri's fingers found their exposed target in Liam's armpits. Liam's voluminous laughter was his only defense, slapping the badger in the face with noise as he tickled the exposed flesh. It took no time at all before tears formed at the sides of his eyes.

"Stop stop stop, come on, dude stop please you're killing me!"

"Say uncle."

"Nooooo!"

"You're literally just hurting yourself dipshit," Dmitri taunted. "Stop being so stubborn and praise me."

"I'd rather die!" Liam shouted, his body shaking from laughter. "Oh hey Xavier, help me out will ya."

Dmitri's eyes followed where the mouses were pointed, and looked up. Looming in the door way was Liam's roommate, a mountain of a ram. If Dmitri's diet included more salt, he would have had a heart attack.

"Sorry bitch, I'm not your savior sink or swim bitch." The deep voiced man said, shoving his stuff in the corner. "Sup," He said to Dmitri, lifting his chin in a nod. The badger meekly waved.

Liam noticed Dmitri was stunned and bucked his hips, rolling Dmitri off of him. "Suck it!" The nude mouse taunted, standing over his friend.

"Dude, don't ever let Liam win," Xavier said, touching knuckles with his roommate. "He's tiny, but he's a tough dipshit. He can take whatever you can throw out, whoever you are."

"This is Dmitri, we met last night and this morning." Liam added in. Xavier gave a thumbs up to the mouse.

Dmitri stayed on his bare ass for a moment, trying to follow what was happening. Seemed like this was just... normal? He was making a lot of adjustments today. Dmitri grabbed his hat that had been tossed from his head in the process of the wrestling match, slipping it on. "Sure thing." Dmitri said.

"Anyways, don't let me interrupt you two guys," Xavier said, tossing off his shirt. "Just wanted to grab a quick quiet shower before lunch, take some me time." He slipped off his shorts and underwear, and was as bare as the two gay guys in the room. He chucked his clothes in the corner with the rest of his junk and slipped on some shower shoes. He glanced over once more, and spotted Dmitri's hat.

"Dude, what the hell, I thought you had good taste in men," Xavier complained at Liam. "You let a damn Flyers punk fuck you? Come on man," He growled out, face dead serious for all of two seconds before he laughed. Dmitri relaxed and stood up, flipping the bird at Liam's roommate as he held a hand over his crotch. Xavier returned the favor.

"Anyways, you guys have fun, I'll be back in a few for a second." Xavier grabbed a massive towel off of a hook, wrapped it around his waist, and he was off, slamming the door shut tight.

"He won't be back until tonight" Dmitri repeated what he swore Liam said earlier in a mocking tone. He moved his hand off of his crotch, but his heart still pounded. That interaction could have gone a million different ways from the starting point of the big naked badger sitting on a screaming naked mouse, and that was probably the only good outcome.

Dmitri walked to the ladder that he had dropped his jeans and boxer briefs on and grabbed the red underwear.

"Found it." Liam cheered for himself, holding his phone up high before looking at Dmitri. "What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed, your roomie's back. And by the way, you didn't say he was fucking massive, holy shit how did he fit through the door?"

"Yeah I did, I told you he played football." Dmitri stopped for a second, trying to rack his brain if Liam had mentioned it. While he was thinking. Liam walked over to him and snatched the boxers.

"Oy!" Dmitri shouted, grabbing for the boxers. Liam chucked them up on the bed they hadn't used.

"No way. I've had to walk in on Xavier and his girlfriend too many times." Liam grasped Dmitri's penis. With hands trained from years of self masturbation, the mouse worked Dmitri's cockhead. As he predicted, the badger's shaft started to stiffen. Dmitri exhaled, his body slumping over a little bit as Liam stroked him. The mouse's entire focus was centered on his friend's pleasure, carefully pacing the stimulation to gradually ramp it up. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Liam asked. Dmitri could only nod his head, his chest rising and falling.

"Wouldn't it be nice if I sucked on you?" Dmitri was in the process of nodding his head, when Liam added more. "Wouldn't it be funny if I was sucking on you when Xavier came back?"

When Xavier returned from his shower, Liam was face down in the middle of the room, with Dmitri on top of him.

"Come on, you don't even have to like it! Just! Let! Me! Suck! You!" Pleaded the mouse, limbs wrapped up by Dmitri. They hadn't gotten any closer to getting anything on besides Dmitri's hat.

"Hey Xavier," Dmitri waved as best as he could without surrendering his pin.

The ram laughed as he hung up his towel. "I see you figured out Liam huh?"

"Oh yeah. He's really persistent, does he have an off switch?"

"Oh damn, sorry I should have mentioned that earlier," He said, pulling on his boxer briefs and a baggy pair of shorts. "Just flick his right ear when you're ready to make him actually give up."

Liam groaned in the anticipation of defeat. "Thanks. Yeah, I think I'm not quite done with this, but once I get hungry I'll be sure to try that out. Have a good lunch dude."

"Will do, be seeing you. And Liam, go easy on him." Xavier tossed on a shirt left the room, giving the two their privacy.