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His face immediately fell when he realized who it was Chad had been banging tonight. Maxine was a regular partner of Chad’s. And every single time she was around she always teased the suite. Most of the other girls just giggled and fawned over Chad in the morning, then left. At least they didn’t acknowledge the rest of the suite. He probably should have inferred from how loudly they’d been going at it. Maxine was easily the most obnoxious moaner Chad had in his clique of girls.

He brought his hand to his forehead to rub it. At her question he growled, and before he could deny it he flushed. Thank god it was dark, and that he was used to the kinds of jabs she’d throw at him. She always said shit like that, accusing the suite of getting off to the sounds of their moaning. Like they were some real-life porno or something.

”No, I’m not wacking off. You’re disgusting. Actually I can’t sleep over the sound of you and Chad humping like rabbits.” He said, opting not to go into detail about his homework because she’d probably just make it a point to keep distracting him if she knew. He assumed she was in underwear and took a step closer, the darkness working in his favor for now. ”…could you just get me a glass of water and I’ll leave you alone to do… whatever the hell it is you do after sex?”

Arthur knew she wasn’t actually sorry. He didn’t look like he was buying it as he folded his arms across his chest, watching as she leaned against the fridge. Who knew how much of her was covered up? What if she got her post-sex sweat all over it? Ew. Then he’d have to deal with that in the morning, because he was damn sure Chad wouldn’t. Her suggestion got him blushing something fierce and he cringed, slapping his hand to his face to try to get it to go away. It didn’t work.

”No! Of course not! What the hell is it with you and thinking I want to sleep with you?! I hate you! Stop saying shit like that!” He snapped. She and Chad were atrocious together. They always took hours to fuck and had no tact whatsoever for the rest of the suite. He rolled his eyes at her explanation and returned his hands to his chest. He really didn’t need to know what Chad was like post-sex. He already knew way too much about Chad’s sex life. When she opened the fridge he didn’t see any bra on her skin and from this angle he couldn’t see anything else but just assumed it was his eyes being sleepy. It wasn’t until she flicked n the lights that he saw her, completely naked, smirking over at him like she was the best seductress the world had ever seen.

His eyes were drawn to her exposed breasts before he gained enough wits about him to yelp and quickly bring his hand up to his face, going completely scarlet. She was naked. NAKED? Really?! This was too much.

”You couldn’t have put on a robe or something?!” He asked, refusing to move his hand. If he didn’t look Maxine couldn’t tease him anymore. He slowly inched towards the kitchen, hand outstretched. ”Just – just give me the water.”

He groaned at Maxine’s continuous taunts and claims that he just wanted to sleep with her. She was even worse than Chad when it came to that shit. She was so vain, she thought that the entire suite got off on the sounds of her moaning. He couldn’t really speak for the others, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t true. At least it wasn’t on his end. Sure it made him blush every time he heard it, but that was because sex in general made him blush – it wasn’t that he’d ever want to sleep with her. Despite that the blush on his face grew and he was appreciative of the dark as he massaged his face.

”Not everyone wants to fuck you.” He spat. Whatever helps you sleep at night… wouldn’t that actually be the opposite of sleep? Anything involving Maxine deprived him of sleep. He decided not to comment because he knew she’d just twist it around again, making some other comment about how she’d sleep with him if he asked. It was such bull. It made him appreciative of the fact that at least Chad wasn’t gay – if he had to deal with Chad hitting on him all the time, too, he’d fling himself out of the window to save himself the agony.

Though then Maxine flicked on the light a she got a generous view of her body, of her chest before he realized what he was looking at and shielded his eyes. By now his ears were turning pink as he blocked his eyes with his hands, not even daring to crack two of them to see where he was going.

”Jesus CHRIST, get over yourself!” He said in response to her taunts, though he didn’t actually answer her question. Was he gay? No! He wasn’t gay. Whether or not he found men attractive, he knew found women attractive, too, and besides that, just because he didn’t want to sleep with her didn’t mean he was gay! Just because he actually had some shame and didn’t want an eyeful of boob at 2 AM. He was grumbling all of this under his breath as he stumbled around the room, trying to maneuver by memory to get to the kitchen. He heard footsteps and was thankful she was going to give him the water and be on her merry way – but he should have known better, really.

His hand was cupped around something soft and warm, the opposite of what a glass of water should be. When he felt a nub against his hand, he was beginning to think she’d given him a sippy cup to act like he was a baby. He opened his mouth and lowered the hand over his eyes to snap at her – figuring they were close enough physically now that he wouldn’t have to stare at boobs. But then he realized she was smirking and his eyes bounced down to his hand, which was currently cupped around her boob.

He screamed and his face went scarlet as he let go of her chest, profanities exiting his mouth at an alarming rate. He fixated his eyes on Maxine’s face again, trying to regain his senses but all he could think about was that he’d touched a boob and his heart rate was accelerating through the roof. God damn it. He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t dare look anywhere other than her face, in case his eyes started to wander, which he was fiercely trying to deny that they wanted to do.

”What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He snapped.

Her comment made him blush more, and shift uncomfortably where he stood, as he wiped his hand on his shirt as though that would wipe away the sweat he felt there. Ew... she’d just been in bed with Chad. Chad had probably just been fondling those tits, and touching that body, and inside of that body and that definitely was a vile enough thought to Arthur to prevent any of his blood to move away from his cheeks and elsewhere. He definitely refused to let his eyes go anywhere but Maxine’s face, but he could see her nipples out of the corner of his eyes, and the expanse of her belly button, and god damn it why couldn’t she just throw a blanket over herself? He didn’t want to see that.

”I don’t need to have sex with someone to prove how masculine I am. I’m not interested! So fuck off!” Arthur snapped. She was so egotistical, too. She must think she was the most desirable woman in the world – those attracted to girls wanted to fuck her, and those who wanted to look desirable wanted to be her. But that wasn’t the case. She didn’t seem to be getting over herself anytime soon, though. Unfortunately. He continued to wipe his hand on his shirt, hating that his heart was still racing inside his chest. Her comment about her tit made him blush harder and he squeezed his eyes shut, his brows twitching together in anger. He was too close to her then, so he took another step back. ”Oh shut up! Whether it was a – a -- a that, or a scorpion, either way I didn’t want it in my hand.”

And now she was talking to him like he was a child? Jesus fucking Christ, she really was something. Arthur felt his brows twitching as she talked at cooties and wrapping it up. She was so vulgar, too, and yeah he could get vulgar at times but not about sex! And especially not when he was standing in front of someone naked. This was so awkward and Arthur groaned, shaking his head, and finally opened his eyes again to look at Maxine’s face. Did she seriously have no shame at all? He could understand confidence, but to be so proud of herself naked like that...? It was just... weird. And frustrating.

”Shut up! It’s because you’re still sweaty from the – what – three hours of sex you just had?!” Arthur snapped back. He could still feel the sweat on his hand... would the feeling every go away? Likely not. Arthur frowned at the thought. He didn’t want to think about touching Maxine – anywhere. When she suggested him getting laid might help lighten his mood and personality Arthur blushed harder, though the suggestion wasn’t one he’d never heard before. Chad said it all the time. But every time he heard it, it just made Arthur blush profusely because he had no intentions of getting laid. Ever. Or at least not in the immediate future, not until he was thinking about kids, and Maxine saying it – it just – ”I—I shut up! I wouldn’t even care about you and Chad screwing if you’d keep it down! I’m trying to study and all I can hear is your moaning and I’m not getting sleep, so maybe that’s why I’m so pissed off, not just – fuck you! That was more than a joke. That was sexual harassment.”

He glared over at the drink, then looked at Maxine.

”Somehow, I doubt this water is drinkable anymore. You probably spit in it while I wasn’t looking,” Speaking of looking, he was suddenly aware of the fact his eyes were beginning to look at her neck rather than her face, and he shook his head, focusing again on her. He took the water and inspected it. It didn’t look contaminated, but then again, who knew?

Jesus fucking Christ. Arthur couldn’t believe how... blunt Maxine was. He didn’t want to know anything about her sex life. He didn’t want to know how good it felt, how she was only loud to make Chad feel good, or how she lost track of time when they were rolling around together. He didn’t want that awkward visual he now had in his mind of Maxine and Chad going at it for hours. Hearing it was bad enough. And now that he’d seen Maxine naked he just... ugh. He wished she’d at least put on underwear.

”The both of you need muzzles. No one in this fucking suite wants to hear your two moaning.” He snapped in response. His hand still tingled from where Maxine forced him to touch her boob. God, he hated that he now knew what her tit felt like. File that under things he never wanted intimate knowledge of. He didn’t know if he bought her comment about the water not being contaminated, but he didn’t care. He grabbed it and threw it back, his throat parched. He pointedly looked away from Maxine’s waist and just finished the water. Even though it was nice and cool sliding down his throat, it didn’t help tone down the redness of his cheeks. ”Could you – just – don’t you have anything to cover up with?! You being naked is fucking bothersome. Even wrap yourself in a blanket or something I don’t care but I don’t want to see that.”

He sure to fuck hoped none of his suitemates got off to the sounds of Chad and Maxine fucking! That would be nauseating. And god, that wink... who the hell did Maxine think she was?! Was she so arrogant that she believed everyone who was attracted to women was attracted to her? She had a nice figure, sure, and her eyes were very enticing, but Arthur just didn’t feel a sense of desire when it came to her mostly because he just associated with Chad. And, aesthetically pleasing as the fuckface was, he was the farthest thing from attractive to Arthur.

He was still blushing despite the water he’d downed – which hadn’t been drugged, thankfully, and if she spat in it he couldn’t tell – which was a problem because he’d bene hoping that would will it away. Crap. What was he supposed to – he got distracted when she mentioned bread nipples and his eyes darted down to the mentioned extremities before he could regain control of himself and he got an eyeful of nipple. Fucking... fuck.

He whirled around and looked away from her, groaning when she said there was nothing to cover up. He moved to the living room area of the suite and grabbed a blanket lying on it – one of his, he wished it was Chad’s but that guy rarely actually sat in the living room – and chucked it over at Maxine, aiming for her chest.

”Just – just wrap yourself up in that.” He stuttered out, folding his arms over his chest as he rose his eyebrows. If she covered up, he could probably talk to her somewhat better... but knowing this girl she’d find a way to flash him even with a damn blanket. ”Why the fuck did you leave Chad’s room, anyway?! You can be as uncovered as you want to be in his bed.”

”I was not! And don’t touch any of our bread with your sweaty nipples,” Arthur snapped back to Maxine too quickly, his cheeks still flushed even as he threw the blanket at her. Her frown was better than seeing her laughing at him – and much to his surprise she actually wrapped herself up and hid her nipples and crotch from view. He could still see a generous view of her cleavage but that was less personal than nipples, and could easily be ignored, especially because he’d seen women who liked to sport dresses and tops that gave them emphasized cleavage.

When she told him he was no fun and to get the stick out of his ass, Arthur rolled his eyes. Now that she was covered he was less flustered and embarrassed, and he turned to look at her with a frown on his face.

”Your definition of ‘fun’ is called sexual harassment.” He said. Wasn’t unsolicited perverse vocals also considered some form of harassment? He wasn’t sure. And he wasn’t surprised when she said she didn’t ‘stay and cuddle’ after a good fuck but the thought made him scoff. So predictably Maxine. ”I was expecting you to say you couldn’t fix on the bed next to that blond fuck’s ego, your answer was more boring and predictable.”

Arthur felt his irritation growing when Maxine sounded unimpressed – and amused – when he said sweaty nipples. God, he just – Jesus Christ. When she suggested whipped cream on her nipples he brought his hand up to his forehead and smacked it. Was she serious? Who even found that food porn shit sexy? Food was meant for food. Not sexual antics. Of course, knowing this crazy woman, she probably found a lot of things that weren’t sexual to be sexy.

”No. You stay away from the fridge.” He snapped, and narrowed his eyes when she called him stupid for saying she was sexually harassing him – which she was. The whole mentality that guys couldn’t be harassed by girls was honestly so stupid to him.

”Guys who don’t like women, for one.” He said, though after he did so, that made it sound like he was coming out as gay. Not that he particularly cared if she thought he was gay, but he knew Maxine would just crack some joke about it. Actually, if he didn’t think she’d report it back to Chad, he might have just said he was gay earlier to avoid her harassment. But he didn’t really want Chad trying to declare to everyone that Arthur was just salty about him having constant sex because he had a crush on him. Which was something Chad would definitely do. ”And for two, guys like me who just don’t want you despite your advances. Fucking Christ. How is you forcing my hand on your tit any different than some pervert forcing a girls’ hand down his pants?”

”You’re predictable and shallow. All you want to do is have sex and harass people. So, excuse me if I find you boring. And your definition of ‘fun’ isn’t something I’d be doing at 3 AM. Normally I’d be sleeping, or doing homework, but instead I’m dealing with you.” He snapped.

”I didn’t like it. I was revolted, actually, and it took all my willpower not to throw up in the sink.” Arthur spat, and when she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively he made a disgusted face and looked away from her, rolling his eyes to the ceiling, muttering out a ”gross” in response.

When she mentioned ‘free the nipple’ campaigns he again rolled his eyes – at this rate they were going to roll out of his head like Maxine’s tact had obviously done ages ago. ”I have, and it’s fucking dumb. But at least the people doing it aren’t forcing people to touch their tits. If you want to show off your nipples do it some other time when I’m not around and don’t force me to touch them. Jesus Christ.”

He looked back over at her with raised eyebrows when she said she was the kind of spice he need. What the heck? Was she hitting on him or something? ”I like my life spice free. Besides. You have plenty of men to go bother when you want spice. Leave me, and my ears, alone.”

Arthur glared over at Maxine when she said he wasn’t going to throw up and called him a Princess. Really? He wasn’t a princess for just disliking being forcibly touched. He didn’t want to touch any boobs, not now, and not for a long time!

”I’m not a princess, and no! You’re the one who fucking made me touch your tit. And I don’t need practice touching a boob! I – I don’t even want to touch a boob!” His cheeks grew progressively redder as he spoke and thought about touching a boob -- or boobs – and he just made him flush. He didn’t need to think about one day having sex when Maxine was right here and naked and he just touched her tit. He groaned and rubbed his forehead. ”Why do you assume everyone wants to have sex all the time. And I’m not vanilla. I just have standards and don’t fuck everything that breathes like you do.”

Arthur rolled his eyes at her commentary. She could call him a princess all she wanted, but he wasn’t some spoiled little brat who wanted everything to go his way. He didn’t mind giving people their space or what they wanted, but his personal bubble was something that should be respected. There was only one person who popped into his mind when he thought of a princess, and she was the farthest type of person from him than was physically possible.

”I wasn’t trying to turn you on! I do not want to turn you on! And I never will!” He snapped, almost stuttering at the implication of trying to touch a boob to turn a girl on. What! If he seriously wanted to pleasure someone he knew that wasn’t how you held a boob! He wasn’t about to admit that but he just – he wouldn’t fumble. He stuttered out some other attempt at a response, but closed his mouth and looked away. ”Not everyone is a sex fiend or even wants to have sex. It’s not always in the back of everyone’s head – you’re just fucked up. And a pervert. And my name isn’t Arty! It’s Arthur, fucking damn it!”

When she called him vanilla under her breath he frowned over at her and had to resist the temptation to nudge her in the side at the quip. Mainly because he didn't want to knock down the towel, but he also didn't want to touch her sweaty, post-sex skin. ”I'm not vanilla. I'm sanitary unlike you.”

When she took a few steps closer to him Arthur took a few steps back, feeling his eyes start to widen and his heart start to race. He thought she was done hitting on him! Jesus Christ. He could feel his breath beginning to get difficult to catch, but he didn’t want to let on how uncomfortable this made him. Especially not when a girl was saying that he just – god, he wasn’t used to being called hot! And he didn’t like it! It made him uncomfortable and he looked away from her.

”I said I never want to turn you on. If your pervery ass gets turned on by me anyway, that’s a problem you’re going to have to solve yourself!” He snapped, though think about her ‘solving that problem’ herself just made his blush extend down to his neck and up to his ears, making his earrings stand out against the redness of his skin. ”And we are not friends! You are Chad’s fuckbuddy and that’s the only reason you’re here in my suite! You aren’t someone I want to give me a nickname.”

When she asked him what his idea of sex was, his expression continued to squirm as he threw his arms in the air. ”I don’t know! Sex! Just, sex! I’ve never done it before and I don’t care to! Especially not when I have to hear you and Chad’s gross asses going at it in the next fucking room!”

Friends? What delusion was Maxine under that allowed her to think that he was interested in being her friend?

”You have a fucked up definition of friendship, then. I don’t want to be your friend let alone your fucking ‘bestie’.” He said. He was still trying to will down his blush even as she taunted him. The images that were circulating in his mind were definitely things that he was glad she wasn’t a mind-reader for. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at all curious about sex – maybe he was, a little – but he didn’t have any desire to have it. It just – the idea flustered him! And the idea of anyone besides himself seeing him naked? How the hell could Maxine be so happy to be naked, and visible for the whole world? Hell. Arthur couldn’t even stomach the thought of it being one person. He looked away from her with another eye roll. ”If I’m going to associate sex with you and my whore suitemate, I don’t want to have sex myself any time soon. So drop it and just – don’t you have any personality outside of sex maniac?!”