"You want me to do what with who?" Mitchell turned to look at his roommate in surprise.Rick grinned at the younger boy and shrugged nonchalantly. Mitchell knew that look. The almost too innocent look on his roommate's face always meant that the older boy was up to something. Mitchell and Rick had been roommates for the past three years and while Rick was the eldest of the two of them, there were times when Mitchell felt a whole lot more mature than the other boy."I want you to come with me to my friend Alisdaire's room. He and his roommate Brody have this weekly game of Truth or Dare that they play and they invited us to play with them this week."Mitchell narrowed his eyes at Rick. "Isn't Brody Alisdaire's boyfriend?" He questioned his roommate watching as the other man merely shrugged his shoulders again.Yeah, he could definitely tell that something fishy was going on. Why in the world was Rick trying to get him to go and hang out with a couple? Especially one so...well...different? Brody was a nerd. A bona fide, science geek and Alisdaire was football jock. Just like Rick. Mitchell wasn't a nerd like Brody. He wasn't a jock either. He was just...Mitchell. A future captain of industry. He was in school studying business. He had every intention of one day owning his own marketing company one day. It was something that his parents completely supported. Which was saying something. They didn't support anything else about him. Not the fact that he was gay or the fact that he liked to wear eyeliner and every so often wore panties. Mitchell rolled his eyes as he glanced at the slight pout on Rick's full lips."Fine!" He huffed out, throwing his hands up in the air. Gods, he didn't know why he let the sight of Rick's pursed lips get to him...again. Those lips had gotten him into all kinds of trouble over the last three years. From streaking across the quad, to setting off the fire alarm in the dorms and then dumping flour on the heads of the students who'd run out straight from the showers. It was just luck that had kept him from being expelled or suspended. Or rather it was his parents' money and Rick's family's name.Rick Tortington. Everyone knew the Tortingtons. They were old money. Rick had often joked that he didn't even have to apply to college, he just opened a map and pointed to a state and his parents bought his way into the sports program. If Mitchell hadn't seen Rick playing and studying, he'd be hard pressed to believe him. But Rick was poetry in motion when he played football as the wide receiver for their school's triple A team. Between his steely gray eyes, his firm, square jaw, dark brown hair, and extremely large broad frame, one would expect Rick to have all of the grace of a bull in a china shop, but with every step he took on the field Mitchell heard the strains of Chopin or Mozart or the lyrical beauty of Shakespeare's Sonnet 32.Okay, yes, he'd done a little studying on football. Something that he would never share with Rick. It was something that he'd given into when he'd been unsure about Rick's sexual orientation. Something that he'd painfully found out was straight when he'd come back to the room his sophomore year to surprise Rick with a gift and dinner after a big win against the school's rival and heard the distinct sounds of passionate lovemaking going on. The sight of a pair of blue pumps, a skirt, bra and a tube top, along with the girlish squealing and moaning was just the cherry on Rick's straight sundae and Mitchell's shittastic day. He'd pulled back from his romantic fantasies of the other boy and had instead decided to just focus on being friends with the sports star.It had worked for him. For a while.At the beginning of that year Rick had returned from his summer at an intense football camp and his every interaction with Mitchell was different. He'd been a lot more...friendly than he'd ever been before. It was something that Mitchell would have loved to have happen just one year before, but now, every seductive glance, wide grin, teasing touch just felt like a painful dagger through his heart. Now Rick wanted to go and hang out with a gay couple and play Truth or Dare? What the fuck was going on with the football player? Had he been tackled a little too hard when they'd played Duke just a few days before?Shaking his head, Mitchell ran his fingers through his black hair and shrugged. He knew Rick, the older boy looked like he was a dumb jock, but he was anything but dumb and if he didn't want to tell you something, you wouldn't find it out. The best way for him to figure out what was going on in his friend's head was to go with him and wait until everything was revealed.Turning around to face Rick, Mitchell swallowed against the groan that tried to spill forth from his lips at the sight of the older boy's jean clad ass as Rick bent over to tie his shoes."I-I'm ready," he croaked out, damning his voice for giving away his state of arousal.~~~~Rick grinned to himself. He knew that Mitchell was still attracted to him. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened last year, but the younger man had stopped flirting with him and even worse than that, he'd stopped coming to Rick's games to cheer him on from the bleachers. Rick's performance on the field had suffered and everyone had noticed. Oh, he still got the job done, he still had coaches and NFL scouts after him, but he could tell that the music had left the game for him. It had stopped being fun. He didn't have anyone to run for anymore, no one to catch for.He didn't have anyone to play for now.He needed his muse back. He needed Mitchell. It was Mitchell's face that he saw whenever he held the ball close to him. It was Mitchell that he saw in every endzone. It was his gorgeous, tall, thin, black haired, green-eyed roommate that he chased during every game. Mitchell's voice that he listened for with every touchdown, Mitchell's hiss and boos that he yearned for with every flag thrown on the field against him and his team. It was Mitchell's grin and and cheers that he sought for every victory and Mitchell's comforting arms that he longed for with every defeat.He would do whatever he had to do to get Mitchell back. Even lure him into a stupid game of Truth or Dare in Brody and Alisdaire's room in order to get him to open up.Straightening up from shoes that he'd tied, untied and retied in order to keep Mitchell's eyes on his ass, Rick turned to look down at the other boy.Gods, was there anyone as beautiful as his Mitchell? He couldn't think of anyone. Mitchell's thin, almost fragile frame called forth Rick's protective instincts, making him want to slay every dragon that dared to get close to the other boy and take on any bully that dared to open his mouth against the future business owner. However, there was an almost invisible strength that lurked underneath the surface of Mitchell's skin, something that flashed in his eyes every so often that released the knot of tension in Rick's own stomach. Letting him know that it was okay for him to trust in Mitchell. Okay for him to let go.Okay for him to just feel."Let's go," he directed his friend and led the way out of the room and down towards Brody and Alidaire's room. The entire school had been shocked when Alisdaire and Brody had gone public. The school's star quarterback was not only gay, he was dating the school's biggest nerd. They were an odd couple, but they just...fit.They gave Rick hope for his relationship with Mitchell.Stopping in front of the door of his friends' dorm room, Rick inhaled deeply and squared his shoulders. It was now or never. He was actually going to do this. He was going to seduce his best friend. He could only hope that he didn't fail horribly."Are you okay Rick?" He heard Mitchell ask from behind him. Turning towards Mitchell, Rick offered the smaller man a tremulous smile."Yeah. Let's do this huh?" He stated before turning back to knock on the door. A few seconds later the door opened to reveal Alisdaire, the other jock grinning at them broadly."Glad you guys could join us. You're the last ones to arrive. C'mon in," Alisdaire directed them and with another grin at Mitchell, Rick stepped into the room.His life was going to be changed forever by the time he walked back out of there. Either for the best or the worse, he could only hope that it was for the best.

Stay Tuned for Next Week's installment of Truth or Dare Lustful Thursday. And before you ask, no, it won't be Rick and Mitchell. There are a few more couples to introduce and then we'll get to the game and it's definitely going to be a doozy.Don't forget to come back by tomorrow for the Flash Fiction/Friday Blog Pimpage.
- Vicktor Alexander