My "Straight" Neighbor: Chapter 12

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I shouldn’t have driven home that night to be quite honest– I was higher than a plane.

But I got myself there, still red in the cheeks and giddy from within. Talking– no, reconciling with Vic was not on my bingo card this year; but I couldn’t be any happier that we did.

We got each other’s phone numbers again and planned to hang out sometime soon, maybe even introduce him to my new circle– well… right now, this broken circle. But I tried not to think about that as I parked and made my way up to my apartment, letting myself inside and crawl into a medically induced– deep deep sleep.

He was already on top of me, every inch of his muscled figure pressed into me. He whispered in my ear, bit at my ear– I couldn’t contain myself as I moaned into him.

I loved him, cared for him; needed him inside me. But I couldn’t speak, not with his length pulsing in my throat; not with his fingers already stretching me wide open– I was his, I was his.

He fucked me senseless, I melted into the sheets; became one with the bed. Just fucking take me Denver, just fucking take me please.

His lips massaged down my neck, bit where it was tender– he knew every soft spot of mine.

And we came together, the way we normally do. He was everything to me, all I ever wanted.

But in the morning, as the sunshine filled my room; it wasn’t Denver laying next to me.

It was Vic.

I thrashed awake in my bed, looking to my left to find no one; just me– alone. I was sweating already and sporting morning wood, but that was the least of my worries.

Did I… Did I really just dream that? Dream about him?

I shook my head, that wasn’t the case. It was Denver up to the end, it was him the whole time. My mind must’ve been so focused on the past, must've retraced my memory to a dream of years past– it must’ve been.

So I shook it from my mind and hopped in the shower, hoping it would help ease my mind of whatever the fuck that was.

And after I got dressed, I called him– my love– my Denver.

“Morning sunshine.” He answered after the first ring.

I smiled softly as I walked to the kitchen, “Good morning.”

“How was dinner last night?” He asked innocently, not a clue of what transpired; not a clue of my past.

I smiled the thoughts away and reached for the coffee grounds, “It was good.” I started, “Do we have plans today?” I asked, a teasing smirk at my lips.

I heard him chuckle, “Yes actually,” He started, “Me, you, Roman and Leah are going to Gunpowder.”

“Oh, we are now?” I teased him.

He chuckled on the other end, “Unless you had… other ideas?” Oh, I had tons of ideas; but all of those could wait.

“Keep it in your pants, babe.” I laughed at my own tease, until his side of the line went silent– and I really thought about what I said.

A reddening blush crept up my face as he said, “Babe, hm?” He hummed into the phone, “I like that.” And my stomach swarmed, “Say it again for me.” He insisted.

I smiled from ear to ear as I pressed the brew button on my coffee machine; “Babe.” I blushed even harder when I said it a second time, knowing he wanted me to say it.

“We’re taking Roman’s truck at eleven.” He said as I eyed my phone for the time– nine thirty-two. “I think there's enough space in between to…” He trailed and I could just imagine his brows bobbing and his lips smirking.

I caved, “Be here in five.” And I hung up the phone and ran directly to the bathroom.

No short of five minutes was there a knock on my door, and there he was– my man.

“Mmm.” He smirked down at me as he walked in, closed the door and kicked off his shoes; “I missed you.” He cooed in my ear as he wrapped me in a hug.

I squeezed back, “It’s been one day.” I teased him, earning a double smack to my ass.

“One day too long.” He whispered in my ear, squeezing at my cheeks so that I lifted to my tiptoes; “All alone…” he tongue flicked at my ear, sending shivers down my spine; “No one to hold.” He hoisted me around his waist, my feet clipping together.

And he looked at me with those lust filled emerald eyes and a head tilt, “Did you miss me too?”

All I had to do was crack a smile for his lips to descend onto mine. He walked us to the kitchen island, sat me on top as his hands roamed my body; as my hands roamed his.

I did miss him, of course I missed him– I loved him.

His tongue licked over my bottom lip, begging for entrance which I granted. His hands grabbed my neck and jaw, angled my face upwards so he could deepen our kiss as his thumbs swirled my throat roughly. I couldn’t help myself as my hands traveled under his shirt and up his abs, sliding down and inside his baggy sweatpants.

He broke away with a growl, “Don’t tempt me now.” He grunted into my face, our eyes locked as I kept moving my hands; kept reaching further– squeezing right where he wanted me to.

He sucked through clenched teeth, gripped harder around my throat; tilted his head in a sadistically sexy manner– “I knew you missed me.”

And that I did.

I smiled up at him, “I missed him too.” I whispered as I squeezed even harder, earning a twitch; earning another tug at my hair as his lips descended to mine.

It didn’t take us very long before he was stripping my shirt off of me, sliding my ass to the edge of the island and smashing his hardened length into me. I was tearing at his shirt, pulling it over his head and arms as I memorized his body; every ripple and divot and tattoo.

His hands wrapped around my torso, those calloused; giant hands traveled to my back– slid down my spine. “You are the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in my ear as his fingers poked underneath my waistband, the most vibrant blush running to my cheeks.

I breathed into his neck, “And you are the sexiest man alive.” I could feel the smirk on his lips, could feel the lust building within him as he picked me up again, smashed his lips into mine and carried me to my bed.

He dropped me down to my back, standing over me shirtless with his entire length poking through his sweatpants– I licked my lips, and he pounced on me.

Our skin met each other’s, our caged beasts pressed together; and I moaned into his lips as his cock pulsed and tensed between us. He slid his tongue down my jaw, sucked at my neck as he grinded into me. My lips were parted and dry without his; “I want every inch of you inside me.”

His hands started working on pulling down his sweats, “Mmm.” He moaned into my reddening neck, “Every inch?” His pants fell down to his ankles and all I could do was nod, all I could do was let him ravish me– make love to me.

He stood up with his rock hard cock pointing through his boxers, stepped out of his pants and tugged at my own. He exposed me, watched every tingle form on my skin as my shorts and boxers slid down.

A hand of his grabbed at his bulge, smirked down to me and shook it; eyebrows raised like I’d never seen it before. But that was the thing about him– about us. It never felt the same, our intimacy was never stale.

I leaned up too, craned my neck to keep my eyes locked with his; and drug my fingers down his abdomen– clipping his waistband between my thumb and pointer. His features grew dark, his lips parted; eyes wide as I placed a soft kiss at his navel– swirled my tongue down his happy trail.

He gripped my hair softly as I pulled his boxers down, letting his length swing and smack me in the chin– he sucked in a breath.

I broke our eye contact and slid my tongue down his hair, kissed at his base; “Every…” I kissed again, “Fucking…” and I slid my tongue to his tip, stared back into his eyes; “Inch.” And I swallowed him whole.

He moaned immediately, strengthening the grip in my hair as I pushed his length down my throat. God I loved the taste of him. God I loved the way his cock feels against my tightening throat. I shut my eyes tightly as I met his base, fully opening for him before sliding out; saliva dripping down my mouth.

A finger of his found my lip, slid into my mouth as I sucked on it; a delicate tilt of his head.

I gripped him with my hands, squeezed as hard as I could; “Take me.” I whispered.

And that’s all he needed.

He tugged at my hair, shoved me back into the bed and climbed over me; his hands holding him up just above my head– aiming his cock at my lips. “Open up baby.” He cooed above me, and I did as he asked.

His hardened flesh rammed to the back of my throat, my hands squeezed at his thighs that hovered above me; and he held there– moaned in place as I gagged on every fucking inch. And when we began to thrust, when he began to fuck my mouth like he did that very first night; my eyes rolled to the back– surrendered underneath him.

So many grunts above me, so many moans and labored breaths before he pulled away; straddled my waist and gripped my throat.

That fire was back in those eyes, that primal fire that meant business; “Turn the fuck around.” He ordered and I obeyed, twisting so that his cock sat in between my cheeks; my face deep in my blanket and sheets.

He slapped me hard, “Fuck.” then massaged right where he left his mark. Another slap, “This ass is mine.” His voice was rasped, deep and seething in lust.

His tip aimed at my entrance and I sucked in a sharp breath, “Aw fuck!” I screamed out as he plowed deep inside me.

And he stayed there, pulsed inside me; wrapped an arm around my neck and squeezed. “Get on your knees.” He breathed in my ear. And I tried, tried crawling my knees forward to arc myself for him. He pulled at his grip around me, pulled my body upright on my knees with his length still inside. A moan escaped his lips, those lips that were nestled in my ear; “Be a good boy and just let it happen.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant– until I did.

He started to thrust every inch in and out, squeezing tighter around my neck; breathing harder in my ear. Tingles were spreading through my body, pins and needles at my fingertips, then my hands; then up my arms. I was losing air, losing oxygen– he didn’t care.

I was feeling woozy, red and blue in the face as he fucked me mercilessly; the world around us becoming hazy– slowly and slowly darkening until…

My body shot awake, face first in the bed as I gasped for air.

He was still on top of me, still inside of me; panting as his thrusts awoke my senses. My limbs felt fuzzy, my brain felt foggy. “Good fucking boy.” He moaned into my neck as my hands tensed in my bed-sheets, as I started to feel the massive beast sliding in and out of me again.

And as I constricted myself out of instinct, out of confusion; he grunted wildly in my ear– slamming his length ferociously into me. “Mhm.” I whimpered into the sheets, arching my back again out of instinct, out of lust– because I knew that he liked it.

His breath left my ear, used my shoulders as a stand to keep himself up; and slammed such deliberately deep strokes inside me. “Mmm.” A smack to my ass jolted me more awake, “Fuuck.” He squeezed my shoulder with one hand, started to pull at my hair with another.

He used me how he liked– and I loved every fucking second.

“Aw fuck, I’m gonna–” His breathing was short, rigid and worn. “Fuck.” I felt his body tense, felt his length spasm inside me before– “Ahh.” He released every drop of his seed into me, shuddering as he moaned in pleasure; as he held me down and enjoyed his orgasm.

He slid out of me, “Turn the fuck around.” But I was lazy, I was still winded and fogged yet I rolled to my back for him– meeting that face of his. His smirk was wicked as he got a look at my still very hard length and licked at his lips.

I was in no state of mind to protest him, to think twice before we descended down to me; flicked his tongue at my throbbing length. “I want you to cum for me baby.” He whispered seductively, popping just the tip of me inside his mouth and sucking.

My body twitched, my legs shook under his touch. So he grabbed one under his arm, lifted it to the air and swirled his fingers back at my ruined hole; still sucking softly.

He pushed his fingers inside, “Oh my God.” I gasped out, arching my back and gripping the sheets. Those fingers moved around, flipped and slid and screwed me loose. “Holy shit.” I could barely manage my breath before my body twitched again, before his mouth engulfed more of me.

My mouth was wide open, breathing hoarse and ragged. “Oh my God I’m abou–” I started but couldn’t finish the sentence as he lifted his head, snaked a hand around me and swirled his thumb at my tip.

And I exploded into the air, every drop of me falling to my chest and stomach and face.

He smirked wildly, dragging his tongue across my bare body; tasting me as he went. “You are my favorite person ever…” He whispered in front of me, meeting my eyes; “Did you know that?”

I just wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him into me; and kissed him.

After we cleaned up, we just hung around my living room– waiting for Roman to give us the word that it was time to leave.

But I looked at him with a smile, “Did you uhm…” I started, not mad; not upset– “Choke me until I passed out?” I’d never done something like that, it’s not something we’d ever talked about trying. But that was the beauty of him– of us.

It always felt new.

He nodded cautiously, “Was that okay?” He asked.

And I nodded back to him. In a sense, it felt… violating, wrong even. But then another part of me found it hot, like an entirely different type of control he had over me, a type of control I couldn't give him– one he had to take.

“It would’ve been nice to know what to expect.” I smirked at him, shaking his hand playfully.

He smiled too, focusing on our hands as he said; “Would you have agreed to it if I did?” He asked me, but not in a manipulative way– more of a teasing way. “You know I’m full of surprises.” And that was very true.

But today wasn’t about our kinks or love life, today was about us being together with Roman and Leah; a double date if you will.

So around fifteen after eleven is when we heard from Roman and we all met outside to pile in his truck. “Come back here!” Leah grabbed my hand as I entered, pulling me to the very tight space in the back of the pick-up. “Guess what?” She asked me with bright eyes of blue.

I shook my head, “What?” As the truck revved to life and Denver closed the passenger door.

“Emily said she wa–”

But Denver blasted the stereo and yelled, “Fuck that bitch!” To which I hit him on the head from behind and Leah leaned forward to turn the music lower.

She huffed back into her seat, fixing her hair and turning to me; “As I was saying…” she eye rolled Denver, “She wants to talk to you, just doesn’t know how.” Her lips turned to a frown, as did mine; “I just wanted to update you.” She took hold of my knee and shook it.

I nodded, “Thank you.” I smiled slightly, though I wondered when she’d build the confidence to come and talk to me. It’s been a week, and not a single peep. I felt bad that their four had turned into such a mess– partially because of me but…

“Oh for God’s sake, enough about the red haired demon.” Denver whined from the front seat, turning the music back up to which we didn’t protest or argue. Instead we enjoyed the ride to the river, singing and laughing and letting our hair blow from the open windows.

Now, I hadn’t been to Gunpowder in a long time; and I almost forgot just how long it takes to get there. On top of that– how far of a hike it is to get to any actual swimming water. But those thoughts dropped to the back burner as he grabbed my hand; walked confidently with me as his– as us.

I know it’s been done before, but never with Roman and Leah; never so domestically like this.

And when we started to hear voices and screams and heavy running water, our anticipation got the better of us as we scrambled down a path and found the open river. It wasn’t sparkling blue, or crystal clear… no– it was inviting.

Groups of people lined the narrow pebbles lining the river, took refuge on massive boulders that overlooked the water; and most people were swimming.

Denver squeezed my hand, “I’m jumping off the bridge.” And he was quick to kick off his sandals and strip off his shirt; looking at me with a child-like grin.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to anymore.” Leah chimed in as she laid a towel on the ground.

He scoffed, “Says who?”

“I don’t see any feds.” Roman added, defending his friend.

I looked past the canopy of trees to the old, rusted, graffiti covered bridge that ran across the river; around twenty feet high. “How do you even get up there?” I asked.

And he took my hand again, “I’ll show you.” He smiled, not a care in the world of who would see; of who would judge. But I stripped off my shirt all the same and didn’t bother to hide the blush that ran to my cheeks as I followed him back through the pathway.

“When’s the last time you’ve done this?” I asked him as we trekked the dirt path further down the river.

His smile only grew, “I don’t know, maybe six years ago.” He admitted, still walking as confident as ever towards the way he remembered.

And at a marked tree, we exited the path and came across a cobblestone wall, one that the bridge must be connected to. And when we got to the water and looked up– there it was, in all its rusted glory.

“Where the hell is the rope?” He stared around, letting out a growl of irritation.

I shook my head at him, “You were banking on a rope?” I teased him, to which he shot me a knowing look.

He huffed, searching for another way up; “Well shit.” It sounded like he gave up, but something told me that nothing would make him happier than to jump off that bridge. So I scanned the thick metal support beams that extended into the water, and smiled at my own plan.

I said nothing before jumping into the freezing cold river, swam to the first beam and grabbed it; “Max, I don’t know about that!” He yelled from the solid ground, but did he know nothing about me? I ignored him as I found a groove in the metal and hoisted myself out of the water.

I think he was still urging me to stop, but I kept climbing; using every ounce of strength and skill that I learned in gymnastics. And before I knew it– I was pulling myself on top of the bridge.

It was dirty to say the least, slick with gunk and leaves but I didn’t care. And when I turned, I noticed it; all of it– all of them.

The entirety of the river was staring at me, some hollering and cheering me on; some just staring in awe. But man was it beautiful up here, the reflections in the water; the rocks. I leaned over and saw him still on the solid ground, a giant smile plastered to his face.

“Come on!” I yelled down to him, and for the first time; I saw hesitancy in his body language. He was scared– or nervous or something. But it was like I could hear him mutter, fuck it, Before jumping into the water himself and aiming his body under me. “Come on!” I repeated.

He shook out his hair, stared up at me in awe before grabbing onto the beam. And he started to climb, surprising himself that he could do it– almost. He came close to slipping a few times, but kept his grip; fixed his footing– and when he was just feet away from the top, I extended my arm to help him.

And I pulled him up the rest of the way, the both of us standing on that rickety bridge.

He smirked at me, “I’m impressed.” He complimented me, then turned to face the beautiful view.

We began to hear the shouts of Roman and Leah, screaming our names that only riled the other bystanders watching; until most of everyone was chanting– “Jump! Jump! Jump!” So he turned to me, fire in his eyes.

“I think they want us to jump.” he spoke the obvious with a smirk upon his lips, “Can you back-flip?”

I silently nodded with a grin growing on my face too, “I can.”

I can’t describe the feeling I get when he gets so happy, so thrilled. Even if it was over something so pointless as this, he was in pure joy– with me.

He looked back to the crowds, “Fuck yeah!” He screamed, looking back at me as we started to hear them chant.

“Ten…” He grabbed my hands, “Nine…” He brought them to his lips and kissed, “Eight…” It was so obvious that he didn’t care anymore, that being with me was becoming second nature. “Seven…” And then he pulled me into him, planted a soft kiss on my forehead, “Six…”

He leaned back and stared me in the eyes, “I couldn’t be any happier than being with you right now.” And I melted at the easy words, simple words really– but damn did it make my heart flutter.

“Three…” He lined us up on the edge, our backs to everyone watching; “Two…” We both took a deep breath, “One!” And we bent our knees, pushed off the metal and flung ourselves in the air– watching the upside down crowd go wild as we plunged into the water.

And the cheering continued as we surfaced, both red in the face.

I swam to him, uncaring of the crowd that watched; and planted my lips into his– savoring the two seconds we had before catching our breath.

We swam down the river, meeting with Roman and Leah who took solace on the pebbles. And Roman cat-called us with a whistle as we exited the water, soaking wet and bright faced.

“That was fucking dope.” Roman said as he tossed each of us a can of seltzer.

Leah chimed in, “Max I had no clue you could do that.” She beamed at me.

I shrugged, not letting my ego boost or act overconfident. But there was always Denver to do that for me, “He’s a fucking badass.” He threw an arm around my shoulders, “Aren’t you?” He turned to face me, smiling ear to ear.

My blush only deepened, “I guess I am.” I answered him and earned a swift kiss on the cheek.

“Damn right you are.” And he landed a swift smack to my ass, only deepening the already bright red blush on my cheeks.

And Leah just laughed at me, “Get a room.” She teased.

But what a nice day it turned out to be. We lounged on the pebbles, soaked in the sun and took several dips in the water; watched other groups of friends find rocks to jump off of. Some even took Denver and I’s cue and climbed the bridge, followed our lead and plunged into the water with everyone watching and cheering.

We were all wading in the water when I came clean about yesterday, not that I lied about it; I just never shared what my past looked like to them. “... So yeah, I drove home really fucking high last night.” I laughed.

Leah grabbed my shoulder, a comforting smile on her lips; “You’ll always have us Max.” She beamed, “And Emily will come around, I promise.”

But I couldn’t help but notice how quiet Denver got as he listened to my story, to my past. So I turned to him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, “Nothing.”

I drew my brows, “Okay.” But I’d rather not harp on it with everyone around, I figured he’d tell me later so I left it at that.

“Wait, what’s Vic’s last name?” Roman asked, his head tilted.

I cocked my head too, “Bolas. Why?” And Roman immediately shared a look with Denver. My head spun between the two, “What?” I asked, drifting my eyes between Roman’s smug and amused face and Denver’s tensed jaw and thin lips.

Roman chuckled, “Denver hated that guy.” And I snapped my head to him.

“Still hates that guy.” He corrected his friend, “He fuckin’ tore me to shreds on the field in Patapsco, ran around like he owned the place with that stupid little face of his.” I shook my head, confused.

I cocked my head again, “What are you talking about?”

“Soccer.” He added, “We played against each other in highschool and he was better… a lot better.” And I couldn’t help the teasing smirk that took to my lips as I realized his “beef” was about a fucking sport, a stupid gripe he’s held since highschool.

I could only laugh, “Are you serious?” But he just rolled his eyes. “C’mon babe.” I shoved his shoulder, my words earning a blush that crept to his cheeks.

“Babe?” Leah teased, squealing in excitement.

Denver shook his head, “It’s whatever. In the past now.” But it didn’t fully sound like he was over it, yet knowing him; I’m sure his opinion could flip on a dime if he just met Vic.

So we continued having fun, dropping that topic for now.

We didn’t get home until six, spending a good four or five hours on the river before packing up and leaving.

But when we closed the door to my apartment, I couldn’t help but jump him.

I grabbed his face, buried my lips into his and smashed our bodies together. Everything about today was perfect, everything about how he acted today was perfect– he was perfect.

He breathed into our embrace, wrapped those hands around my waist and deepened our kiss; sliding his tongue across my bottom lip. And I let him in, let his tongue do what it wanted; let our groins grow into each other.

But he broke away, “Wait.” He breathed, staring into my pleading eyes as he took a deep breath; “I didn’t wanna say it earlier…”

I cocked my head, walked my fingers up his chest; “But…”

“But…” He grabbed my wrists, “I am not so sure about this Vic guy.” He admitted, dropping any sense of pleasure; forcing my face flat.

“What?” I asked with a head shake.

He breathed again, “That was your first crush, and by the way you spoke about him…” He shook his head too, “It sounds like you still do.”

I scoffed, breaking free of his hands around my waist, “Are you kidding me?”

He rolled his eyes, “I trust you, Max b–”

“He’s straight!” I exclaimed, “Straight as a needle. Nothing and I mean nothing would ever happen and…” I shook my head, feeling the stir of aggression, of irritation; “He was my best friend, just like Roman is to you.”

He grabbed my wrists, “I get that.” He looked me deep in the eyes, “I just… I guess I’m jealous.” He admitted, “Especially of him.” He added.

I scoffed again, “There’s no reason to be.” I tried calming myself, remembering that I’m not the only one who could be jealous, that I’m not the only one with trust issues. “Denver I–” and I almost said it, I almost confessed it. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

And he smiled, “I know.”

“Then why are you worried?” I asked.

He just shook his head, held me closer; “I don’t know.” But a slight smirk took to his lips, “I was just having such an awesome day with you and his name… it put a sour taste in my mouth.”

I guess I could understand that. I’ve had those moments, I’ve felt that feeling.

So I nodded, “I’m sorry.” And before he could cut me off, before he could tell me not to apologize; “He was once my best friend Denver, helped make me into the man you like so much.” I smiled up at him, “And I promise that’s all it is.” I finished.

He nodded, leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips; “Okay.” He said quietly, “Okay, the beef is squashed then but one wrong look from the kid and I swear I–”

I cut him off with another kiss.

And when I pulled away, I stared into those emerald green eyes; “Now be a good boy and lose the clothes.” I teased him with a smack on his chest, repeating those words of his that made my body melt.

He smirked down to me, “Yes, sir.”

And you best believe– the clothes came off.

A/N - This is a cutesy chapter, I know