Chapter Two

A rriving home, Key parked and got out of his car, groaning softly when his lower back ached. He’d spent far too much time bent over his computer, figuring out a problem in a string of code, and now he was paying the price. He needed to work out more, but not tonight.

Locking his car, Key entered his apartment block and wearily trudged up the stairs to the top floor. Fortunately, there were only three levels, so it didn’t take him long. Opening his front door, he kicked it shut behind him and dropped his bag to the floor, then shrugged his jacket off.

He took a step, then paused, glancing over to the window. He could feel it. The sensation that someone was watching him, which was strange because he was nowhere near work, so how could he be feeling it? Yet he did, and it was the same as always. The same feeling, the same strange quiet that made his body both settle and rev up in excitement.

It confused him. How could he feel both at the same time? Walking over to the window, Key stared out into the dark wet night, seeing nothing, but he knew. He knew the person who watched him was there. Key smirked, then waved before reaching to close the blinds but stopping short.

Maybe his mystery admirer would like a show. Chuckling softly, Key reached up and undid the top button of his shirt, then the next. He closed his eyes and reached out a hand, placing his palm on the window as his other hand undid another button.

Key wasn’t sure what had come over him. He never did anything like this. He undid another button and slid his hand inside, biting the corner of his lip as he rubbed his finger over his nipple. His body lit up, and he knew. He just knew what he was doing was affecting his stalker.

Opening his eyes, he stepped back from the window and smiled widely as he closed the blinds. He was being a shit, and he didn’t care. That surprised him. He had no idea who his stalker was, obviously, and here he was taunting him.

Turning away, Key walked over to the kitchen area and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of beer. Opening it, he drank some, then slammed the fridge door shut and walked over to the sofa. Sitting, he took another mouthful of beer, then cradled the bottle between his thighs as he closed his eyes.

With them closed, it seemed like his other senses came alive. His body tingled, and he rolled his head toward the window. He knew his admirer, or stalker, whoever he was, was still out there. It seemed as if his body was hyperaware of the other individual, and that both excited and scared Key.

Some random person stood out there watching him and Key liked it…kinda. The way his body tightened up at the thought of this strange man. Yes, Key knew it was a man. Reaching out for him had Key biting back a moan. That was what made him pause and made him question his own reactions.

A strange man stalked him and Key found it arousing. That scared him. The way his body reacted, the way he seemed to know when the stranger appeared and when he disappeared. It was at times when Key would be more vulnerable. When he was alone. Like now, the feeling of being watched was slowly disappearing, leaving his body humming in disappointment.

He was safe at home, so his watcher didn’t need to stay. Whoever it was appeared to have Key’s best interests in mind. His safety. Key had to find out who it was that watched him, stalked him, whichever it was.

Sitting up, Key opened his eyes and grabbed his phone. A security camera. That’s what he needed to install, so he could see who was out there watching him. A camera that Key could move around so he could locate this man. As soon as he had the feeling his watcher was there, Key could find him and then he would finally see what this man looked like.

Scrolling through various websites, Key found the perfect one and placed his order. Now he had to wait for it to arrive and then he would install it. Then he waited. Considering his watcher was there every night, Key knew he wouldn’t have to wait long, and once he had a face, he could track the man down.

Smiling to himself, Key put the phone down and finished his beer, his foot drumming the floor. He was eager to find out who the watcher man was, who followed him what seemed like every day. Why spend that much time watching over someone but not approaching them?

Key had been feeling this way for weeks now and yet the man hadn’t come to him, hadn’t approached him. Why do the same thing every day and night and never even say hello? Key had toyed with the idea that he had met this man, but he was certain his body would react. Considering it reacted when the man was simply nearby, he was certain it would go haywire when the man came to him.

Frustrating, but Key knew he had to bide his time. Whoever this person was, they didn’t appear to want to harm him unless they were lulling him into a false sense of security. Key snorted. About right for him. Here he was crushing on a stalker, because that was what this man was, and his stalker turns out to be some mass murderer or something.

He needed to go out and get laid.

When was the last time he’d had sex? Key paused and tilted his head, running through his memory to find the last time he’d met a man. A month ago? Really? It had been a month since the blow job he’d had? The fact the guy he’d met didn’t do anal had been slightly disappointing, but the blow job more than made up for it. That man sure knew how to suck dick, and Key had enjoyed every second of it, including giving the man one in return.

He’d have liked to have met him again, but anal was something Key wasn’t willing to give up. He enjoyed fucking and being fucked, and even if the man he’d met had been fun and sexy, it wasn’t enough to give up something he truly loved.

Sighing softly, Key walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on, stripping as he waited for the water to heat up. Sticking his hand under the spray, Key stepped inside and closed the door, tilting his head up as he closed his eyes and let the water rain over his face.

He stood like that for a few minutes, letting the warm water relax his shoulders. He tended to hold tension there, so they always ached after a long day in the office dealing with dickheads who thought they knew better than him because they could turn a computer on. Oh, and connect a couple of cables. That was a good one.

Grabbing the shampoo, he poured some in his hand and washed his hair, then rinsed and scrubbed his body too. Once he was clean, he again stood under the shower and let the water wash away the day. He went back over the presentation he had to give on Monday and exhaled heavily.

“Idiots.”

Turning the shower off, he grabbed a towel and quickly dried, then went to his bedroom and lay on his bed. Time to have some fun. Opening his top drawer, he pulled out his dildo and lube and lay them on the towel he’d spread out. He let his legs fall open and closed his eyes as he grabbed his dick and slowly stroked it.

He shuddered as he tightened his hand, the sensations making his skin pebble. Letting go of his dick, Key grabbed the lube and opened it, then poured some on his fingers. Dropping the bottle, he stroked his dick again with one hand, then reached down and ran his lubed fingers over his hole. He shuddered again, his body briefly tensing as he ran his fingers over the puckered entrance.

Biting his lip, Key pressed a finger inside, moaning softly. In and out, in and out until he pushed a second finger inside. Soon a third joined it and he dropped his dick and stopped when he felt the telltale signs he was getting close to coming.

He wanted to come, but only when he was fucking himself with his dildo. Nothing better than coming with something thick and long in his ass. He grabbed the dildo and coated it in lube, then placed the head on his hole and teased himself with it. Running it around the edge then pushing the tip inside and pulling it out. Sweat broke out over his skin as he only used the tip until he had to feel the full length inside.

Pushing the dildo inside, Key moaned and fisted his dick, squeezing the base until he calmed down. Fuck, he was so close, but he wanted this to last longer. He fucked his ass slowly, taking his time to slide the dildo in and out as he pumped his dick.

He couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from his lips and wouldn’t try to, anyway. There was nothing better than what he was feeling right then. His ass stretched and full, his dick in a tight grip as he stroked it. His balls pulling up tight as they got ready to unload.

Key stroked faster, fucked his ass with the dildo quicker, his moans growing louder and louder. He shuddered and jerked, his body rushing towards his impending orgasm. His legs quivered, and he arched up. The tingling in his body erupted outward, spreading through his limbs and over his body as his dick jerked in his hand.

Ropes of pearly white come erupted from the tip, coating Key’s hand and abs. He kept stroking, his body trembling until he slumped on the bed, gasping for breath. His sweat damp skin was burning hot, the come cooling as he slowly eased the dildo from his ass and placed it on the towel. He lay like that for a few minutes, ignoring the drying come, until he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.

Sitting up, he scrunched his nose as the come on his abs moved, and he grabbed a handful of wipes to clean it up. Standing slowly, he grabbed the dildo and cleaned it before having another quick shower to clean the come and sweat from his skin.

Back in his bedroom, Key put everything away, then picked up the TV remote and switched on the TV. One of the Marvel movies was on so, grabbing a beer from the kitchen, Key settled into bed to watch it. Nothing better than a beer and some action to watch. It did help that the men looked amazing in their outfits.

Yawning, Key pulled the covers up and sipped his beer. A nice relaxing night in was what he needed, with beer and takeout, because tomorrow he would be out partying and looking to get laid.

Kelvin gasped as he came, his come splattering on the ground by his feet. Fuck, Key needed to make sure his bedroom curtains were fully closed before he did stuff like that. Not that Kelvin was complaining, but watching his mate fuck his ass was too much, and he’d grabbed his own rock hard dick.

It had taken him seconds to come, watching his mate as he writhed on the bed. He wanted to be the one to make him move like that. He wanted to be the one to make him come like that. The sounds Kelvin could hear from Key, muted from this distance, had him questioning his reasons for staying away.

Fuck the laws.

Cleaning his hand, Kelvin shoved his dick back inside his jeans and zipped up. With one final glance at his mate, Kelvin turned and walked away. Minho was right. Some laws needed to change, but Kelvin wasn’t sure if he was the vampire to do it.