Chapter Thirty-One

Huh

Rafe

The problem with having casual sex with your neighbour was that they were your neighbour.

Whenever I was home, all I could think about was the fact that if I walked a handful of steps next door, I could be having sex in minutes.

And for some reason, I wanted to have sex with Dan Ewen a lot.

All the time.

I couldn't stop thinking about it.

When he got home late from work on Tuesday, we ended up sucking each other off in my living room, with Dan's head in my hands as I buried my cock repeatedly down his throat while his headless body stood over me on the couch and fucked my mouth. Carefully, never thrusting too hard, seeing as I was still a novice, but I was already getting better at taking him deeper.

I may have practised again before work. On a zucchini this time.

We didn't make plans for Wednesday, and when I got home that evening after work, I found myself tense and edgy and irritable for no reason. So when I heard a knock on my door as I was running on the treadmill, trying to burn off some of my restless energy, I practically sprinted to answer.

We didn't even make it out of the front hall this time. Because I self-consciously protested about being all sweaty from my run, Dan ended up pinning me face-first against the wall and crowding me from behind as he shoved his hand down my pants and jerked me off.

The stuff he murmured in my ear while he did it—about wanting my cock in his mouth again, how he'd made himself come that morning thinking about me sucking him off, whether I might want to sit on his face and let him rim me—had me moaning deliriously and panting as I flattened my hands against the wall, flushed cheek pressed to it.

I'd never been rimmed before, and I hadn't given it all that much thought. In fact, I hadn't spent much time considering whether I wanted something on or in my asshole. It sounded kind of daunting. But then I realised, as he stroked my cock, that my ass was pushing back into the hard dick rubbing against it, and my belly flipped with nervous excitement.

I wanted to try it. His tongue, his fingers. His dick. All of it.

I was never one for doing something half-assed, for lack of a better term. If I went in on something, I was all in. And I was under no illusion that just because I'd only recently realised I was into guys and had never been on the receiving end of penetrative sex, it meant I'd automatically be the top if we ever actually fucked.

Dan didn't give off the energy of a bottom. I'd listened to Nev talk about that stuff enough times, and point out guys he'd previously hooked up with or spoken to, and perhaps overshare when telling me about his own sex life, to start developing a little sense of it myself.

Plus, I mean… I was definitely, one hundred per cent bisexual and had just taken a while to realise it, but staring at guys and wondering whether they liked to fuck or be fucked should probably have given me a bit of a clue.

Yeah, I was getting the sense that Dan was absolutely a top.

And it just excited me even more.

I was pretty sure I wanted him to fuck me.

The thought made me shudder with pleasure as my cock throbbed in his hand. A second later, I was gasping and shaking as I came in my boxer briefs, trying to stay upright against the wall when my knees threatened to buckle. Dan groaned and nuzzled my neck from behind, still touching me, squeezing my pulsing shaft until I flinched.

The moment I spun around, I dropped to my knees and fumbled with his fly. Dan groaned and leaned his hand on the wall as I pulled his cock out and sucked it into my mouth. He lowered his other hand to thread his fingers through my sweat-damp hair, gently guiding me as I bobbed my head feverishly and moaned around him.

I loved it. I was already addicted to this. I wanted to suck his dick all the time.

I was definitely improving, because it wasn't long at all before Dan was thrusting erratically into my mouth and groaning through clenched teeth. His fingers tightened in my hair as he came, shooting into my mouth. I moaned gutturally and let his cum sit on my tongue while I sucked on the tip, hoping for more, until the tension left his body. Then I swallowed and swirled my tongue around him again, before sliding my mouth down his cock for one last lingering suck.

Dan flinched with a hiss, then chuckled breathlessly as he stroked the back of my head.

"Damn, kitten," he panted. "You keep doing that and I'll get hard again."

That sounded fine to me. Great, actually. I dragged my mouth back up and lapped at the tip, making sure my tongue piercings bumped over the sensitive vee on his cockhead.

"Fuck," Dan huffed out, voice unsteady now and all traces of amusement gone. "Jesus, Rafe."

When he flinched again from overstimulation, sucking in a sharp breath, I reluctantly pulled back. As I rose unsteadily to my feet, my head swam and a huge grin stretched my mouth. I was probably a little light-headed from running full pelt on the treadmill for half an hour, then immediately getting jerked off and going to town on Dan's dick. Worth it, though.

I was still grinning when he plastered me to his chest and crushed his mouth to mine. He seemed to really like kissing me, because he did it as often as possible while we were fooling around.

"I owe you a blowjob now," he murmured with a wicked grin when he finally broke the kiss.

I huffed in amusement. "You jerked me off."

He snorted. "That doesn't compare to what you just did to my cock." Raising a brow, he shot me an impressed look. "You're kind of upstaging me here, kitten. I'll have to up my game next time."

My mouth tipped up into a smirk as I shrugged, then repeated his words from the other night. "We'll see, won't we?"

His smile widened. "Guess we will." His gaze dropped to my mouth. Once again, he started leaning down to kiss me, but abruptly paused and lifted his head. "What's that noise?"

"Huh?" I went quiet to listen, then finally noticed the sound of muffled voices coming from my garage. "Oh. I was listening to a podcast while I was running. Guess I forgot to hit pause before answering the door."

I didn't add that I'd tripped and almost flown off the back of the treadmill when he knocked, because I'd been so eager. Hoping it was him.

"What podcast?" Dan asked with interest as he followed me into the kitchen.

"This supernatural true crime one." I opened the door to the garage. "It's really interesting. Me and Nev have been listening to it since they started."

"Okay, I'll shut up now," Edgar, the host, was saying as I walked over to the treadmill. "Your turn. What have you got for us this week, Mer?"

"Okay, listen, Ed, I really hope everyone doesn't get sick of me talking about these guys…"

"Uh oh." Edgar chuckled. "Does that mean we're revisiting our favourite creepy duo?"

"Look, they're just so weird. And a listener messaged me after last week's episode on the Hot Dog Hooligans and told me to look into a pair who popped up in Colorado around 2010 and called themselves—get this—Weenie and the Tea Leaf."

"What?" Edgar spluttered with laughter as I reached for my phone. "That's got to be the—"

"Did she just say Weenie?" Dan asked as I hit pause and the podcast abruptly cut off. "Weenie and the Tea Leaf? And Hot Dog Hooligans? I thought you said this was a true crime podcast."

I chuckled. "It is."

Sliding my phone into my pocket, I turned to face him. He was staring down at me blankly.

"You're telling me there's a criminal out there notorious enough to be featured on a podcast who's called Weenie," he said in a flat voice. "Weenie and the Tea Leaf."

I snorted with laughter. "Seems to be that particular duo's branding. I think ‘tea leaf' is Cockney rhyming slang for thief."

Dan shot me an impressed look. "How'd you know that?"

I shrugged, willing myself not to blush. I definitely wasn't going to tell him that I'd once played a British doorman in a Humandatory campaign and spent way more time than I should've learning a buttload of Cockney rhyming slang for it. My friends had all cried with laughter at my atrocious East London accent and begged me to keep doing it.

Dan reached up to lightly pinch my chin and grinned at me. "You're cute, kitten. But I don't get how you can listen to that depressing true crime stuff. Weird way to spend your spare time, in my opinion."

"Weird?" I burst out laughing. "Says the guy who takes his head off to suck his own dick in his spare time."

His grin widened and grew a little dirty. "Don't act like you wouldn't if you could."

I huffed, shoving my hands in my pockets, but admitted in a grumble, "I mean, yeah, I obviously would."

Chuckling, he stepped back and mirrored my pose, slipping his hands into his pockets as he nodded at the treadmill. "Well, I guess I'll let you get back to your run."

I definitely wasn't getting back on the treadmill after this, but I nodded and followed him to the door. "You're performing tomorrow, right?"

He sighed. "Yeah, and Friday and Sunday." Glancing back as we made our way through the kitchen and into the hall, he gave me a tiny smile. "Might be too worn out to come over for the next few days, kitten."

My gut sank with disappointment, but I didn't show it. "Okay."

He stopped at the front door and turned, reaching out to snag my hand and drag me closer. My belly swooped at the feel of his strong fingers threading through mine. He ducked his head to kiss me, wrapping an arm around my back, his hand drifting down to squeeze my ass.

Yeah, he definitely really liked kissing me.

He definitely also really liked my ass.

"Maybe I can come over again on Monday night," he said when the kiss eventually ended, voice a little huskier than before. "After your game night is over."

I quickly nodded, anticipation already making my belly flutter. "Yeah, okay."

After one final kiss to my cheek, just like the last two nights, he turned for the door. "Night, kitten."

I found myself smiling wide as I held the door open for him. "Night."

I was still smiling as I closed and locked the door behind him, then went into the kitchen to gulp down some water before heading upstairs to take a shower. I was in a great mood. I was in such a great mood that after pulling on my PJs and collapsing on the bed, I decided to call Nev and finally tell him what was happening. He'd sent me a slightly menacing text the day before— I know you're hiding something from me, Rafael Hare —but he hadn't pushed, because he knew I'd end up telling him in my own time.

"I was just about to text you," he said the moment he picked up, voice muffled through a mouthful of something crunchy. "I saw billy goat guy at the grocery store earlier."

"Oh shit." I chuckled. "Did he come on to you again?"

"No, I hid behind a display of toilet paper." Nev crunched down on something again. Chips, probably. We were both addicted to tortilla chips. "But I saw him go up to a banshee who was just trying to peacefully buy a spatchcocked chicken and say to her, ‘You can spatchcock my chicken any day of the week, baby.'"

"Ew." I snorted. "So gross, man."

"She slapped him with the chicken."

I burst out laughing, maybe a touch louder than was warranted. I was just in a good mood. Content. Relaxed. The inside of my mouth was still tingling a little from sucking Dan's cock so hard. "Really?"

"Oh yeah," Nev said, chewing loudly. "Right around the face."

"Nice."

"Then he got kicked out, thank god," Nev said cheerfully, before adding, "So. You're in a good mood."

I huffed. "I'm always in a good mood when I talk to you, Neville."

"Uh, not true," he pointed out. "I always succeed in getting you in a better mood, yes, because I am a bundle of joy. But it's, what… ten p.m. on a Wednesday night? Which means you'll be working late tomorrow. Around now is the time you start getting grouchy about it."

I grunted. If it had been anyone but Nev, I would've been unnerved by how well he knew me.

"Does that mean your neighbour with the completely average-sized and frankly boring dick has left you alone?" he asked, sounding uncertain. "Or…"

I flushed, squirming a little as I picked at the seam of my pyjama pants. But a grin stretched my mouth. "Not… exactly."

Nev was quiet for a second, before stating, "You're smiling."

I quickly tried to wipe it off my face. "No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. I can hear it. What's happened?"

I huffed, shoving back my hair. "Uh, I guess—It's just… We've kind of… started fucking."

Nev choked on a tortilla chip. "What? You fucked Big Dick Dan?"

"I mean, we haven't fucked fucked." Yet. "I guess… fooling around?"

"Holy crap." He sounded stunned. I wasn't sure whether to be offended or not. "Wait, so are you dating? Seeing each other?"

"No," I said quickly. "Definitely not. It's just casual. Uh… neighbours with benefits, I guess."

There was a long pause, before Nev said in a slightly threatening tone, "Tell. Me. Everything. Right now."

I laughed a little awkwardly. "Uh, well, he came over to apologise for taking off that first night." While there was a pumpkin head stuck on my dick. I omitted that part. "And we just kind of… agreed to do a casual, no-strings thing." Then fucked said pumpkin head together. And it cackled when we came. I omitted that part too.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." I could practically see Nev nodding avidly as he listened, stuffing tortilla chips into his mouth. "How's the head?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to tell you details, Nev."

"Why not?" he whined.

"Because!" I laughed. "It's… private."

"Ugh, I guess," he muttered. "But it has happened again since that first time?"

"Um, yeah." A smile crept back onto my face. "He's come over every night this week so far."

"He's come over every night?" Nev echoed. He crunched down on a tortilla chip and thoughtfully added, "Huh."

"What?" I immediately asked in reflex, then huffed and rubbed my cheek. "I hate it when you do that."

"No, nothing," he quickly said. "But, so… it's just casual? Fuck buddies kinda thing?"

"Yep." I leaned over to grab the glass off my nightstand.

"Are either of you going to sleep with other people while you're doing it together?"

"He agreed not to." I had a sip of water. "And it's not like I date a lot anyway."

"He agreed not to sleep with anyone else?" Nev reiterated, and I tensed a little as I waited for— "Huh."

"Dude."

"It's just a reflex noise! It doesn't mean anything. So you're… cool with just casual sex?"

"I mean, yeah, it's pretty perfect. It's not like we'd want to date each other. He'd drive me crazy, and you know he's allergic to relationships."

"Yeah." Nev went quiet for a moment. "Well, if you're happy, I'm happy, bro."

I grinned. "Thanks."

"And if you want any tips about sex with a dude, just let me know," he added cheerfully.

My belly dipped as I remembered Dan murmuring in my ear about wanting to eat my ass. The feel of his hard cock rubbing against me from behind. The thoughts that had raced through my head while he'd been stroking my dick.

I cleared my throat, heat rushing to my cheeks. "Well, actually…"