His Tiny Sun

Chapter 1 - Eric Has a Roommate

CHAPTER 1

Eric Has a Roommate

The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains and cast a dreamy glow across the sleeping man’s skin. He looked so calm and peaceful with his eyes closed and his head resting against the pillow, Jonah almost forgot how much of a little shit he was when awake. A hot piece of ass little shit.

Right next to Jonah lay a man with the body of a god; tan skin, firm muscles, and hair in all the right places.

Gorgeous.

Long, messy brown hair that cascaded across the pillow— oh , so easy to grip. Dark lashes that framed the most stunning green eyes Jonah had ever seen—ablaze with resolve and lust. Plump, pouty lips that begged to be kissed—and bit .

And that fucking tongue—agile, both with words and without.

Jonah suppressed a groan as he remembered what Eric’s tongue could do when his mouth was too full to spew annoying bullshit. Jonah definitely wouldn’t be falling back asleep now; his body was wide awake and craving another taste of the dangerous delicacy that was Eric Scott. But first…he had to pee.

Jonah got up from Eric’s bed as quietly as possible, then fetched his boxers and his pants—that had somehow landed on two opposite sides of Eric’s chaotic, messy room—and put them on.

Jonah tiptoed toward the door and opened it, then froze.

The first thing he noticed was the enticing scent of freshly brewed coffee. The second was a pair of blue eyes trained on his bare chest. Had he known Eric had a roommate, he would have put on a shirt.

The blond-haired man blinked a few times, then smiled and pointed at the door behind himself. “Bathroom?”

Jonah gave an awkward smile back as he silently closed the door to Eric’s room. He circled the small kitchen table where Eric’s roommate was sitting—studying psychology, he noted—then made his way toward the bathroom.

The man’s casual demeanor after seeing a shirtless stranger materialize in his home said a lot about Eric’s sex life, but Jonah didn’t care. In a sense, it was a relief; he wasn’t looking for anything serious now. Or ever.

Jonah remembered the way Eric had writhed in his arms the previous night as he closed the bathroom door, an entirely different type of smile now growing on his face at the memory. He’d been hoping to fuck him senseless again this morning, but he couldn’t very well go through with it now that he knew someone was sitting just a few feet from Eric’s door.

Jonah grimaced when he realized just how loud they’d been the previous night. He hoped Eric’s roommate was a heavy sleeper.

He must be used to it , Jonah mused, as he emptied his bladder.

Unless…nobody ever made Eric moan that loudly before.

Jonah’s smile turned smug at the thought, but swiftly fell when hewalked to the sink to wash his hands. “The bastard ,” he whispered to himself as he looked into the mirror. Eric had marked his territory all over his neck and chest. Jonah’s hair wasn’t long enough to conceal all the bruises.

The walk back to Eric’s room would be even more awkward now—not Jonah’s best first impression, for sure.

At least the distance between the bathroom and Eric’s door was short. Jonah hadn’t paid attention to his surroundings all that much yesterday when he got here. However, he’d noted how small and crowded the place was, leading him to wrongly believe that Eric lived alone.

Jonah would never tolerate sharing an apartment like this with someone else. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were all crammed together into the same space. One could barely breathe without bumping into a piece of furniture. He’d be guilty of murder by the end of the first month.

Jonah dried his hands on the plain, forest green towel—assuming the cute ocean-themed one wasn’t Eric’s—then let his gaze wander across the worn shelves. Jonah liked to look through other people’s toiletries; it sometimes revealed tidbits about their personalities.

He smelled the black cologne bottle, recognizing Eric’s scent—something warm and spicy that made him want to bury his face in his neck—then studied the other products sitting next to it.

All the same brand, sober but not cheap, and most of them covered with a layer of dust .

The bottom shelf, on the other hand, was filled with a ridiculous number of disparate bottles, tubes, and sprays, each more colorful than the last. Jonah had known his fair share of people who fell prey to marketing tactics and bought tons of products they ended up never using. That didn’t seem the case for Eric’s roommate, however, seeing as they were all dust-free, and for the most part, half empty.

Orange-scented hand lotion , Jonah noted as he took the first tube to study it. He put it back, then had a closer look at a few other products. Blueberry cheesecake body butter, strawberry milkshake face wash, sweet coconut cream, warm ocean breeze body mist…

Jonah lifted his eyebrows at the last one. He removed the cap and brought it closer to his nose, then nearly groaned in delight at the amazing scent. He took good note of the brand, then put it back where it belonged. He was tempted to check the rest, but he’d been in the bathroom long enough to raise suspicion already. Another time, perhaps.

“I made coffee, if you want some,” Eric’s roommate said as soon as Jonah opened the bathroom door. “Mugs and sugar are on the counter. There’s milk in the fridge,” he continued absentmindedly, while highlighting a sentence in his textbook.

Jonah had been planning to return directly to Eric’s room, but the coffee smelled delicious—and wasn’t it rude to refuse an offered drink in someone else’s home, anyway?

He uttered a few words of gratitude, then walked behind the other man and picked the plainest mug available. It was light blue, with a pattern of simple white seashells. Jonah wrinkled his nose at the other ones, which all had bright cartoony illustrations printed on them. He’d rather not drink his coffee in a mug that made him feel like a toddler.

The entire kitchen was a riot of color. The dark blue cabinets weren’t so bad on their own, but they clashed with the busy floral backsplash and the colorful appliances. It was all too much for Jonah’s tastes, especially this early in the morning.

Out of sight, Jonah seized the opportunity to study Eric’s roommate while he poured himself some coffee from the bright orange coffee maker. The man wore fluffy teal polka dot socks, simple gray shorts, and a large cat print hoodie that looked illegally comfortable. The top part of his hair was tied into a tiny ponytail, but it wasn’t long enough to hold properly, so he kept tucking stray strands behind his ears as he busied himself with his studies. His toes tapped the floor to the beat of an imaginary song, and his hand seemed to follow the same rhythm as he wrote in his notebook.

If not for the fact that he was obviously reading a university textbook, Jonah would have let the man’s looks fool him into believing he was a teenager. His round face and plump cheeks made him appear far younger than Eric, but there was a spark of intelligence in his blue eyes that made Jonah suspect he wasn’t an idiot. With his pink, pouty lips, and the pinch of freckles on the bridge of his pert nose, he was the perfect definition of cute .

“Psychology?” Jonah asked, feeling the need to make small talk after accepting free coffee from a stranger in said stranger’s home.

“Yeah,” he replied, before getting up and stretching with a soft groan. He took his empty mug and gave Jonah a warm smile as he reached for the coffee pot. “Second year. What about you?”

Jonah watched as he stirred an ungodly amount of sugar in his coffee. “Oh, I uh… I don’t go to uni. Well, yet.”

Eric’s roommate walked past him to get some milk, and Jonah got a whiff of warm summer breeze and what he assumed was strawberry milkshake . It was not an unpleasant mix.

“I’m saving money to get into medical school,” he continued, for some reason. Why was he still standing there anyway—half naked, talking to a man who was forced to be polite because the weirdo who had sex with his roommate was hanging out in his kitchen while he was trying to focus on his studies?

The gaze that met Jonah’s was much more than polite, though.

“That’s amazing,” the man said, with a spark of excitement in his eyes. “I hope you get to start soon!” He proceeded to further ruin his perfectly good coffee, then put the carton of milk back into the fridge. “You’ll be healing bodies, and I’ll be healing minds,” he said with a big smile on his face, like they were two old friends catching up.

Jonah chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said, then an awkward silence followed. “So, um. I’ll…” he trailed off as he pointed in the direction of Eric’s room .

Eric’s roommate stood aside to let him go through—their kitchen was very small .

When Jonah’s hand reached the doorknob, he turned around to thank him for the coffee again, but he’d disappeared into the bathroom.

Jonah let himself in Eric’s room and found him still in bed, but awake and looking at his phone. “Your roommate’s really nice,” he said as he sat on the edge of Eric’s mattress.

Eric yawned and rubbed his face, then looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “Yeah, Alan’s the best.”

Alan—

Jonah groaned inwardly. He’d walked around Alan’s apartment shirtless, used his bathroom, drank his coffee, told him about his career plans, but forgot to introduce himself. How socially inept could he be?

Eric sat up and snatched the mug from him.

“ Hey ,” Jonah protested.

Eric took a sip, then spit it back. “Yuck,” he said, with a grimace. “You drink your coffee black?”

“Of course I do,” Jonah stated as he took the mug back from Eric and grumpily put it on his nightstand. Just because they’d exchanged bodily fluids didn’t mean he wanted to drink coffee with his spit in it.

Eric lay back down and turned to face the other way. “Black coffee is gross.”

“You have shitty tastes.”

“Says the man who woke up in my bed,” Eric retorted smugly.

Asshole.

Jonah took off his pants, then climbed into bed behind him. “How soundproof are those walls?” he growled in Eric’s ear.

“They’re not. Alan sleeps with earplugs,” Eric said, reaching behind himself and digging his nails into Jonah’s butt cheek, “But he’s awake now, so I guess we can’t do anything, since you’re loud as fuck.”

Jonah gripped Eric’s hair, making a delicious moan fall from his lips. “Do I have to remind you who was screaming my name last night?”

“Your dick gets harder when I flatter your ego,” Eric said, arching his back and pressing his ass against his crotch.

“Oh yeah?” Jonah grabbed the tube that was still underneath Eric’s pillow. “So you’re saying…” he whispered into his ear, “if I fuck you now—just like I did last night—you won’t make a sound?”

Eric twisted his head and gave Jonah the kind of lustful glare that made him go wild. “Like you’ll be able to stay quiet.”

Jonah took off his boxers, then reached for the drawer where he now knew Eric kept his condoms. “Wanna bet?”

“Bring it on.”