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Joong first saw the new neighbor out of his front window when the moving truck showed up. Let’s be honest. A man like that? Impossible to miss.
His friends were helping him with all the boxes and furniture, bringing everything into the house next door. Every once and again they’d exchange jokes or make fun of each other, say something funny, and the new neighbor would flash his brilliant smile and toss his dark hair out of his eyes.
Of course Jong was curious, more than that. The Neighbor was someone he wanted to get to know. His laugh was loud enough to hear from inside the house and it lit Joong up inside. The guy seemed like a lot of fun, like a riot. And if he made Joong feel things like a man, well, he was only human, right?
Joong thought about the right approach, but everything felt awkward. He couldn’t try for casual, because it wouldn’t be casual. Not for Joong, at least.
Should I go help them move? Would that be too intrusive? He looks really…sweaty. Joong gulped. Suddenly, he was dying of thirst. Water. Maybe I should offer them some water? That was stupid. And obvious. They already had their own water. I could always just walk over and introduce myself. He snorted. Yeah right. I’ll trip on my feet on the way over there, fall in the street. Forget my own name. Forget how to get back home, for fuck’s sake.
So, no introductions for now. Once he got a hold of himself he’d do it, and he’d be cool about it.
Joong did not stand there staring. He walked away from the window, went on about his business. It was just that he noticed a few things as he worked around the house, was all. After maybe an hour of moving, The Neighbor took his outer button-down shirt off. It was really hot, after all. Really hot. That left him in just a blue tank top…and it wasn’t very long. So now there were broad shoulders and muscular arms flexing and sweat dripping everywhere and a one-inch strip of smooth skin where the tank top rode up and…it was at that moment Joong knew he was in trouble.
His new neighbor had been here all of sixty minutes, and Joong refused to already have impure thoughts about him.
He had all the impure thoughts.
So Joong didn’t say anything, and just watched from afar. One day, he told himself, I’ll find a way to introduce myself. I’ll be polite about it. Friendly. Neighborly. Normal with a capital “N”. Just welcoming a new person into the community. Letting him know he could drop by to borrow a cup of sugar. Or water, if he got too hot and needed to take his shirt off. Shit, there goes another impure thought.
The week wore on, and Joong saw The Neighbor often as they both came and went. They were polite, always smiling and waving at each other, but Joong couldn’t get up the courage to talk to him because his beauty was so blinding. He would have his friends over, model types just like him, and they would sit around drinking beer, laughing, gaming. It was all easy to see because they lived side-by-side, Joong and this new neighbor. Their houses weren’t far apart. And, for whatever reason, The New Neighbor never shut his blinds.
It wasn’t really Joong’s fault, then, the first time he saw him naked.
Their bedrooms were, fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, directly across from each other. Joong just so happened to be stepping into his room, from the hallway, at the exact time his neighbor was stepping into his room…from the shower.
At first, the towel was around his waist, fuzzy and thick and looking very soft against The Neighbor’s perfect lower abs, his hip bone just barely peeking out. That was enough to make Joong walk into a wall. Then, the towel got tossed carelessly on the floor. So did’s Joong’s jaw with how fast he dropped it. He stared helplessly, stuck in place as the neighbor wandered around his bedroom, everything on full display. He stopped to adjust something above his giant TV, raising his arms above his head, planting one foot and straightening the leg while keeping the other slightly bent.
if there was ever a way to show off the length of your body and make your obliques flex deliciously, or a way to show off your tight ass in profile, or how your pretty dick looked soft…well, this was it. Joong’s hand had somehow made it to the front of his pants. How did that get there?
Slam! A car door slamming outside made Joong jump, come back to his senses. Joong realized what he was doing. He ran back out the door.
He beat off in his own bathroom. He’d never forget, as long as he lived, that the color of the fuzzy, soft-looking towel was sky blue.
The next few times maybe were Joong’s fault. He could have looked away or gone in another room, but he did not. I shouldn’t have to leave the room in my own house, just because he’s getting comfortable in his. His reasoning was fair, but it was also strongly to his own advantage.
They still saw each other outside in daylight, sometimes. When The Neighbor greeted him in passing, he could only blush, offer a quick wave, and hurry away. Whenever he came inside, he wondered if he’d be in for a moving picture show.
In the next couple of weeks The Neighbor seemed to learn Joong’s bedtime, because he would conveniently show up for bed just as Joong was about to drift off to sleep. The Neighbor’s choice of clothing, or lack thereof, always caused instant insomnia for poor Joong, who didn’t ask to be tormented like this. Neither did his poor abused dick, that Joong was jerking way too much to the images he saw next door.
Sometimes it was a t-shirt and shorts. A tank top and shorts. Just shorts. Once just the t-shirt and nothing on the bottom, good god.
Once it was nothing at all, again, and the neighbor went to sleep on his stomach with his arms folded under his head, quite literally facedown and ass up…Joong threw the covers over his head, just to stop the torture. He was pitching a tent you could see from space. Shit. Could Joong resist touching himself? Not if he expected to get any sleep that night.
It was relentless. An onslaught, in all honesty.
Turned out The Neighbor liked to bake. So one time, while Joong was in the kitchen, he did that. With an apron on. And nothing else.
Fever. Joong definitely had a fever.
He sure as hell wasn’t cooking anything. He needed to find an excuse to stay in his kitchen, and the best he could come up with was reading the newspaper…a physical one…dated 2540. It had come from the lining under his kitchen sink and was yellowed with age, older than he was, but if he wasn’t thinking straight it was only natural. Right? For the record, the apron was blue, too.
Joong held the paper tight in his hands, trying to sit still and look relaxed, forgetting to flip the pages as he snuck looks at his neighbor whenever he had the chance, banking the memories for later when he could get his hands around himself in private. The man was making him insane.
The Neighbor held a mixing bowl in one hand and stirred some sort of chocolate cake batter with the other. Not only did it make his arms flex, it also made certain parts of him jiggle.
That ass was a work of art. It looked good under darkness of night, but could only be fully appreciated in the full light of day. Joong kept a mental image for later. PornHub couldn’t have supplied him with better material for getting himself off.
Sometimes he felt guilty, a little bit embarrassed, but he wasn’t going to stop. After this amount of time living next to each other, there was no way The Neighbor was unaware that Joong could easily see in his windows. Yet, he still made the conscious decision not to cover up.
Then it hit him; The Neighbor had to know Joong could see him through his open windows, and he could cover himself up like a normal, decent human being, but he kept choosing not to.
Does he want me to see?
Joong spiraled in the horniest of ways and ran to the bathroom to choke his poor, poor chicken. At this rate, his dick was gonna fall right off. Have mercy on me, he mentally begged The Neighbor, but don’t don’t stop, keep going. If this was how he went, then this was how he went.
But if he could get his hands on that man in real life? He’d crawl through broken glass. He let the thought go. No point in getting worked up over something so far-fetched. Or was it? The thought was too much so Joong buried it, and lived his life the best he could while being under siege from a complete and utter menace.
It all came to a head one night- pun intended- when Joong least expected it. The Neighbor had been tame, almost innocent lately, to the point that Joong had found himself disappointed, but had also let his guard down. Did he finally figure out I can see him, and he wants to cover up now? Joong couldn’t be sure, but instead of being relieved, he was more on edge than ever. Not only because maybe the neighbor had caught him, but also because it was the end of an era and Joong had to find something else to make him feel so alive. He doubted anybody was going to top the man next door.
So that same night, what happened came as quite the shock. Joong went into his bedroom well after dark, dressed for sleep, his eyelids heavy.
Across from his window, The Neighbor’s blinds were open. The lights were off, but his TV was on. It was a massive TV, one that he used mostly for gaming, and it cast a lot of light. Which meant the neighbor’s naked body, stretched out on the bed, was almost completely visible, bathed all in moody blue. It was too much like a peep show for Joong to bear.
Not only was the neighbor fully naked, but he was also fully fucking erect.
His eyes were closed, but his mouth was open in a soft “o.” He wasn’t watching porn, he wasn’t watching anything. On the TV screen the main character of his game rocked slowly back and forth in his shooting stance, holding a big gun, looping over and over again. So what was he thinking about?
Me.
Yeah, if Joong didn’t die tonight, he would need to be committed.
Not only was The Neighbor stroking himself, occasionally he reached down between his legs…
This is too fucking much.
Joong laid out on his bed, on his back. He looked up at the ceiling, but only for a moment as he let go of what little control he had left. His eyes snuck over and his hand slid down. The Neighbor’s body arched and writhed as he lengthened his stroke, occasionally sliding his fingertips inside of himself.
I could help you hit that spot, Joong thought. Tell you my name so you’d know what to scream while I tossed you around. Show you what I can do, what I would do, if I got the green light to take control, to have my way with your body.
As if he could hear Joong’s dirty talk in his own head, The Neighbor’s hand picked up speed. His shoulders arched up off his bed and the veins stood out in his neck. He came, the white milk tinted blue in the light, his chest heaving and his hair a beautiful mess.
Joong imagined a session with him, going wild, doing filthy things to him, making him look even more debauched and indecent. As hard as he came to his fantasies, nothing could compare to the real thing. This time, when the orgasm hit him, hard and fast as a bullet train, Joong went deaf for a couple of minutes.
He waited to come down, wringing the last few drops of come from his cock, never taking his eyes away from the sight in the other bedroom.
Then it happened. The Neighbor turned his face in Joong’s direction. His eyes fluttered open, looking directly at Joong, no mistaking it.
He winked.
Joong rolled off his bed and dropped to the ground like he just got shot. He crab-walked-slash scrambled backward, out into the hallway, and slammed the door behind him. He’d never been more mortified in all his born days, no doubt about that. Welp, he could forget about getting to sleep. He couldn’t even set foot in his room. He might never go back in there for as long as he lived.
Joong took the stairs three at a time, and when he got to the bottom he shut every blind, curtain, and shade in his house. He cleaned himself up at the kitchen sink and laid on the couch. He was drowning in shame, but at the same time, he was ready to touch himself again. His dick felt zero shame. He’d never seen anything like that before. He’d been living a dirty fantasy starring none other than The Hot, Sexy New Neighbor. And the way he looked right at me and winked? He knew I was watching him? He did that on purpose?
Joong couldn’t arrange his thoughts, they all tumbled over in his head and in the midst of it he was so turned on that he got off again and felt even more guilty about it, but should he? After all, it was like a performance, all bathed in blue. That wink…
He drifted off to sleep for a short time in the early morning, but was back up with the sun. How to make it up to the neighbor, to let him know he didn’t live next to a total creep? In the back of Joong’s mind, he’d pulled that shit on purpose. But why would he do that instead of flirting like a normal person? To be fair, Joong hadn’t been flirting like a normal person…what the fuck, it was all so weird. Kinky and horny and weird.
Joong decided to send a gift as an apology. Maybe baked goods. His sexy neighbor liked baking. Maybe he should gift him an apron that covered his fucking ass.
But no, cupcakes were good. A dozen cupcakes in six different flavors, with pretty designs that said “sorry” on them. Joong was up so early that he got them fresh out of the oven, before the baker even had a chance to put them in the display case.
He got home and waited in his driveway a few minutes, just to make sure The Neighbor wasn’t getting up early that day, then hustled over and left them on the doorstep, then power-walked back home. He threw on gym clothes, and ran out again like the house was on fire. It might as well be. Will I ever be able to set foot in my own house again? He wondered.
Joong lollygagged and beat around the bush, going extra hard in the gym (granted, that was in part due to the pent-up sexual energy), going to the park (and jogging because the horniness refused to go away), and running phantom errands. What would The Neighbor think about the cupcakes? Would he accept them? Had he already seen them? Would he somehow miss them, then the cupcakes would be all sad and melty, and even Joong’s apology would literally be hot garbage?
Finally, he had to go home and face the music. But hey, maybe there was no music to be faced. If The Neighbor never acknowledged him again, kept all his windows shut like a mausoleum, that would make Joong’s life a million times easier. His dick would be sad, but his life would be easier.
Still, he as he pulled up to his driveway he couldn’t help but wonder if they connected somehow. What then? What if…?
All thoughts evaporated from his head as he craned his neck to look through his windshield at his door.
There was a note on it. A note on his door.
Joong’s tires screeched as he pulled into his driveway and hopped out of his car, having to double back because he forgot to shut the door behind him. He tried to look like he wasn’t hustling over to see what it said, but who was he kidding, really? Please don’t be a restraining order, please don’t…
It was a phone number. Nothing else.
Joong didn’t hesitate. He dialed the number, like, as in, an actual old-fashioned phone call. He stepped into his kitchen, listening intently as the phone rang.
“Hello?” The voice on the other end was deep and husky, and the hairs stood up on Joong’s arms and on the back of his neck. There were eyes on him, as strong as a physical touch. He turned and looked through his window. There was his hot, sexy guy-next-door, the phone up to his ear, a smirk on his face, and fire in his eyes.
“Hello, Neighbor. Did you like the cupcakes?” On the other end, there was a bright, throaty laugh.
Joong couldn’t help but smile.