The shower was running again—third time today. Jake could hear the water hissing through the thin dorm walls, the sound punctuated by occasional thumps as his roommate fumbled with soap or shampoo. He stretched out on his bed, bare chested, abs flexing as he arched his back. The mirror across from him caught the movement, and he smirked at his own reflection. Not bad. Not bad at all.
The bathroom door creaked open, steam rolling out in a thick cloud. Out stepped Elliot, toweling off his dripping hair, glasses already fogged from the humidity. He was skinny in a way that suggested too many late nights hunched over textbooks and not enough time in the gym. Jake’s eyes flicked down—just boxers, same as him. The nerd had legs like twigs.
"Calculus final’s tomorrow," Jake said abruptly, rolling onto his side. "You’re acing that shit, right?"
Elliot paused, adjusting his glasses with one hand. "I mean, yeah, probably. You?"
Jake grinned, slow and easy. "Not yet."
Elliot barely had time to process the predatory shift in Jake's grin before the larger man lunged off the bed. A yelp escaped Elliot's throat as Jake's arm—corded with muscle that had no business being that defined—hooked around his neck, dragging him backward into a crushing headlock. The towel slipped from Elliot's grip, pooling at their feet.
"Relax, nerd," Jake murmured, his breath hot against Elliot's ear. The scent of cheap body wash and something darker—like ozone before a storm—clung to him. "Just need a little... Donation."
Elliot thrashed, elbows flailing uselessly against Jake's ribs, but the jock might as well have been made of stone. Then he felt it: the unmistakable press of Jake's fat cock against the small of his back, half-hard and insistent even through the thin fabric of their boxers. A strangled noise caught in Elliot's throat.
Elliot's pulse hammered against Jake's forearm like a trapped bird. His vision blurred at the edges—part panic, part something else he couldn't name—as Jake's grip tightened. The golden light spilling from his lips tasted like static, like the buzz of a fluorescent bulb seconds before it burns out.
"Easy," Jake rumbled, his voice vibrating through Elliot's spine. "Just breathe out."
Elliot couldn't. Not when Jake's other hand slid down his ribs, calloused fingers splaying over his stomach, pressing in like he was searching for something beneath the skin. The light coiled thicker now, twisting in the air between them, and Jake inhaled sharply—a deep, greedy pull that made Elliot's knees buckle.
Knowledge unspooled in his head like a frayed wire—formulas, theorems, the precise angle of a tangent line—only to be siphoned away mid-thought. Jake groaned, low and satisfied, as the stolen concepts settled behind his eyes. Elliot could *feel* them slotting into place inside the jock's skull, repurposed, rewritten.
"Fuck," Jake breathed, nuzzling into Elliot's damp hair. "You're *packed* in there."
Elliot's knees hit the floor with a dull thud, but Jake's grip kept him upright—barely. The golden light didn't just stream from Elliot's lips now; it pulsed in thick, viscous strands, like honey pulled from a comb. Jake's groan vibrated against Elliot's back, his hips rutting forward in shallow, involuntary thrusts. The heat of Jake's cock burned through the damp fabric of their boxers, leaving Elliot trapped between the unbearable pressure of the headlock and the insistent grind of Jake's arousal.
"God—*fuck*—" Jake's voice cracked as another surge of stolen knowledge slammed into him. Elliot's memories flickered behind his own eyelids—midnight cram sessions, the weight of a pencil between his teeth, the precise click of a calculator button—all of it dissolving into Jake's consciousness like sugar in hot tea. Jake's breath came in ragged bursts, his free hand clawing at Elliot's hip as if he could peel back skin and muscle to reach deeper, *take more*.
Elliot's vision swam. His thoughts—once sharp, orderly—now scattered like leaves in a storm. He could *feel* Jake inside his head, not just siphoning but *rearranging on him*, carving out chunks of his intellect to consume and leaving hollow spaces in their place. A whimper escaped him, weak and thready, but Jake only tightened his hold, his teeth grazing Elliot's cheek in a way that wasn't quite a bite but promised one.
"Shit, you're—" Jake's voice dropped to a growl, his hips jerking forward again.
Elliot's body arched sharply when he felt the blunt pressure against him—too dry, too sudden, the stretch burning in a way that made his vision whiten at the edges. Jake didn't pause, didn't ask, just *pushed*, his thick cockhead slick with precum but not enough, *never* enough, as it breached Elliot in one brutal shove. The golden light pouring from Elliot's lips stuttered into frantic, flickering bursts, his gasp dissolving into a choked whine as Jake bottomed out inside him with a groan that rattled through both their chests.
"Fuck, *fuck*—" Jake's voice was wrecked, his forehead pressed between Elliot's shoulder blades as he rocked deeper, adjusting to the clench of Elliot's body around him. The headlock loosened just enough for Jake to snake his other hand down Elliot's front, fingers splaying over his stomach as if he could feel the intrusion from the outside. "Knew you'd be tight. Knew you'd—*shit*—take it so good."
The golden light thickened again, surging from Elliot's mouth in a continuous stream now, Jake's lips sealing over it with obscene hunger. Every ragged breath Elliot tried to take only fed the transfer—his knowledge, his memories, even the weak flex of his underused muscles unraveling strand by strand into Jake's waiting mouth. Jake's hips jerked shallowly, the drag of his cock inside Elliot pulling another broken noise from him, the pain blurring into something hotter, sharper, as his body betrayed him and began to yield.
Jake chuckled, low and rough, his teeth scraping Elliot's shoulder. "Feel that? Your *brain* sliding down my throat." He punctuated the words with a slow, grinding thrust, his free hand slipping lower to palm Elliot's limp cock through his boxers. "Bet you never thought you'd get off like this, huh? Getting *eaten* alive."
Elliot's vision darkened at the edges, his thoughts reduced to static—no equations, no logic, just the overwhelming sensation of Jake filling him in every possible way. His hips twitched weakly into Jake's touch, his body reacting despite the terror clawing up his throat. Jake groaned approval, his fingers tightening around Elliot's cock as he rocked deeper, the wet slap of skin echoing in the small dorm room.
"Gonna make *so* much use of you," Jake murmured, his voice thick with stolen intellect. He dragged his tongue up the side of Elliot's neck, lapping at the sweat-slick skin like he could taste the last dregs of Elliot's intelligence pooling there. "Gonna walk into that test tomorrow and fucking *own* it. All thanks to you, nerd."
Elliot's knees trembled, his legs giving out completely as Jake's thrusts grew rougher, more erratic. The golden light flickered weakly now, thinning to pale wisps as Jake sucked the last of it down with a satisfied sigh. His grip shifted, fingers digging into Elliot's hips hard enough to bruise as he fucked into him with single-minded intensity, chasing his own release with the same ruthless efficiency he'd stolen Elliot's mind.
Elliot's body jolted with each thrust, his own neglected cock leaking pitifully against his stomach, his thoughts reduced to a hollow, echoing chamber where Jake's voice now lived, whispering *mine, mine, mine*.
Jake groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside Elliot's spent body. The sensation sent a final shudder through Elliot—a weak, reflexive clench around Jake's dick—as if his body still understood *something* was being stolen, even if his mind no longer could.
Jake shuddered against him, his breath hot and ragged against Elliot's nape, his fingers still tight around Elliot's limp cock. "God, you're *were*, perfect" Jake gasped, pressing a sloppy, possessive kiss to Elliot's slack jaw. "Gonna keep you around for *next* semester, too." He chuckled, low and dark, as he pulled out with a wet sound, letting Elliot crumple to the floor like a discarded sweater. Elliot's knees hit the hardwood with a dull thud, his body folding in on itself—his once-quick mind now a hollowed-out shell, his once-tense muscles slack and pliant.
Jake stepped back, admiring his own reflection in the mirror—his biceps fuller, his shoulders broader, his cock still slick with Elliot's sweat and his own cum. He flexed, watching the way his veins popped under his skin, the stolen strength settling into his body like it had always belonged there. He rolled his neck, cracking it sharply, and grinned down at Elliot's twitching form.
Elliot's glasses lay askew on his nose, his unfocused eyes staring blankly at Jake's feet. His lips moved soundlessly, trying—and failing—to form words. Jake crouched beside him, tilting Elliot's chin up with two fingers. The golden light had faded entirely now, leaving Elliot's skin pale and clammy, his breathing shallow. Jake traced a thumb over Elliot's slack lower lip, smirking.
"Bet you never thought *this* was how you'd help me study"
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