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“Shit, my dick is kinda sore.” I winced, finally lifting my head to peer down at it. It twitched again when I saw Dan’s cock hanging out of his fly just inches from mine. He was still half-hard, flushed and a little slick from the lube in the sleeve.

His hand smoothed down my chest and over my belly as he looked down, and I shivered again. His hands were big and masculine, and it was insanely arousing to see him touching me like that.

He chuckled, hand slipping down to the top of my thigh. My breath caught when he squeezed, his thumb resting less than an inch from the base of my cock.

“Poor kitten.” He grinned up at me. “Worth it in the end though, right?”

I found my mouth tilting into a grin of my own. His eyes heated before he lunged forward to kiss me.

“You’re even prettier when you smile like that, kitten,” he murmured against my lips.

I blushed. He was the only person who’d ever called me pretty. I’d been called good-looking before, sure. Handsome—not just by him. Hot. But not pretty.

I liked it.

“And fuck, your body,” he growled, pulling back to look down at me.

My cheeks grew even hotter as I bit my lip. I could feel his gaze running over me. The hand on my leg squeezed, then glided down the outside of my thigh and back up, making the muscles twitch. When my cock tingled, I winced. It was definitely too tender for me to get another boner right now.

“Don’t… don’t make me hard again,” I croaked. “Still a little worried I’ve caused permanent damage. It needs to rest.”

Dan chuckled and sat back, kneeling on the footstool. His hands slid down to my knees. “Looks fine to me, handsome.”

“Shit, I should start getting ready for work.” I rubbed a hand over my face and yawned. Honestly, I could easily go take a nap after that eventful morning, and I hated napping. Hated waking up feeling all groggy and like I’d wasted the day. “I think I need another shower.”

I’d been sweating with anxiety, and now my dick was coated in lube and cum. Plus my pubes were feeling a little crispy from all the lube I’d desperately poured on myself when I was trying to get the pumpkin head off.

Dan shifted off the footstool and stood, unhurriedly tucking his cock back into his ludicrously tight jeans, then he held out a hand for me. I hesitated before taking it and letting him help me up. My legs were still a little unsteady.

Heat rushed to my face when I suddenly became acutely aware that I was buck-ass naked and he was fully dressed. Dan smirked, yanking me closer in a rush and wrapping his arm around my waist as he leaned down and crushed his mouth to mine. I grunted into the kiss when he slid his hand down and gave my ass a good squeeze, and by the time he lifted his head, I was breathing faster again.

“Go take your shower, handsome,” he rasped. “I’ll wait down here.”

“’Kay,” I breathed faintly, then blinked hard and cleared my throat as I took a step back. “Uh… you don’t have to wait just because of—”

“Oh no, I’m staying.” He flopped down into the armchair I’d just vacated and tucked his hands behind his head. I tried not to stare at his huge biceps as they flexed. “Maybe we could even go into work together.”

“Uh…”

“That’s what good neighbours do, right?” He smirked, gaze slowly drifting down my naked body. Reaching down, he adjusted his cock in his jeans. “Better get moving if you don’t want to be late, handsome.”

It should’ve annoyed me, the way he’d just dictated what was going to happen in his usual cocky, overbearing manner, but I found myself huffing out a small laugh as I turned for the door. “Fine.”

“Damn. Look at that ass.”

I froze, face heating as I glanced back to shoot him a weak glare. But my belly swooped as he grinned at me, unapologetic, then popped his head off to settle it in his lap.

I hesitated, then turned back to head upstairs. If I came down and found him sucking his own dick in my living room, I was going to… Well, I had no idea what I’d do. Probably yell at my poor cock to rally for a second round, tenderness be damned.

It still hadn’t fully sunk in—what I’d agreed to. Our new arrangement. Neighbours with benefits, I guessed. Fucking around without any expectations.

I wasn’t sure what to think of it. It wasn’t like I wanted to date Dan Ewen—no way—but Nev had been right. I wasn’t much of a hookup guy. I tended to end up in relationships, though it had been a while.

But, well, why couldn’t I become a hookup guy? At least temporarily, while Dan and I fooled around. It would just be some fun. I’d get to try a lot of new things without worrying about any of the other stuff.

Because while I now knew that I was definitely sexually attracted to men, that didn’t mean I’d enjoy being in an actual relationship with one. I was sure it was different, in some ways. Then again, maybe it wasn’t. It was still just two people who simply wanted to be together.

That isn’t this, though, I thought quickly as I turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. Dan and I didn’t want to be together. God no. He still annoyed me, and I was sure I annoyed him, being the grouchy guy next door who complained a lot.