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The next morning,Neil woke up cuddled against Prince’s side there on the floor. Prince thankfully didn’t say anything about the penis comment and Neil decided he’d blame the scotch.
He’d just lost his grandmother and gotten out of a horrible relationship, and the last thing he needed was to get involved with the magical talking scarecrow he’d pulled off the fence of her garden. As the weeks went by, however, it was becoming more difficult to resist the strange attraction he felt toward Prince and it was only getting stronger.
Prince was… well…
He was pretty damn perfect.
He was kind, sweet, and he was eager to help Neil unpack and get settled in. He hadn’t spent much time inside the house when Maggie was still alive, so he was easily distracted by the many wonders of the home like the television and toilet. He was also fascinated by Neil’s phone, and he loved taking pictures of everything from light switches to dust bunnies, but his favorites were candid and usually blurry shots of Neil.
Prince healed fast and he was right back to shooing away the crows after only a few days. He moved into the guest room, Neil took his grandmother’s old room, and they easily fell into a pleasantly domestic rhythm. They would wake up, eat breakfast together, and Prince would head out to tend to the garden while Neil got to work from his laptop. They’d usually break for lunch together and Prince would come back in for dinner once the sun went down.
The evenings were Neil’s favorite. He loved sitting down to eat with Prince and chatting about their days, and Prince would always help him clean up after. They’d watch television, laugh and talk all night long, and it wasn’t uncommon for Neil to doze off in Prince’s arms.
It was getting harder to deny how much Neil enjoyed Prince’s company, and the tiniest touches were electrifying. A simple hug got his heart pounding and the brush of Prince’s long fingers made him shiver. Neil was pretty sure he was going to go insane, and he needed to do something to relieve the tension.
After a few embarrassing mishaps, Neil had finally made it clear to Prince not to enter the bathroom when the door was closed. It was the one room of the house he could have privacy, a concept Prince sometimes struggled with, and it was there under the sink Neil had stashed one of his suction cup dildos to use in the shower.
He needed to get off and he needed to get off now.
None of the inside doors locked, so Neil said a little prayer as he lubed himself up that Prince would stay out in the yard. He stuck the dildo to the rear wall of the stall and then turned on the spray, tilting the shower head to the side. He hoped the running water would help mask the sound of what he was doing, surprised at how paranoid he was that Prince might somehow hear him.
That was silly. Prince was outside, so Neil could get a little noisy if he wanted to.
And God, did he want to.
Once he’d stretched himself out with his fingers, he bent over to back up onto the dildo. He groaned quietly as the thick silicone penetrated him, easing it deeper with gentle rolls of his hips. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the slow thrusts, groaning low.
He got louder as he fucked himself harder and faster, and he grabbed the handicap railings for leverage to really get going. It felt good, so fucking good, and he found his mind filled with images of long fingers, burlap lips, and smooth orange skin—
The door swung open.
“Neil! Is everything all right?” Prince asked anxiously. “I came in to see if you wanted me to pick some corn for dinner, and I heard the most worrisome sounds—”
“Fine! It’s fine! Prince, please don’t—”
Prince whipped back the shower curtain, gasping as he stared at Neil impaled on the toy. “Oh my gourd! Is that a penis attached to the wall?”
Neil froze, gritting his teeth. He panted haggardly and did his best to reply calmly, “I am fine. Yes, it is… it is a penis. A fake penis.”
“Fake? But there are veins—”
“Hey! Stop! I just, uhhh…” Neil couldn’t bring himself to move because pulling forward would reveal more of the toy. “I, uh… I…” He couldn’t breathe, suddenly lost in Prince’s dark eyes. “I just needed… I need…”
Prince’s hulking frame crowded the side of the shower, and he licked his lips, his eyes trailing over Neil’s body. “What do you need? Can I… can I help somehow?”
“Prince, no… I shouldn’t ask.” Neil shuddered, and he squeezed the railing. His pulse thumped in his cock and around his hole hugging the toy, and what he really wanted was right here in arms’ reach.
“You didn’t ask. I asked.” Prince’s eyes were locked onto where the toy was connected to Neil’s body.
Neil gulped when he saw the front of Prince’s pants was tenting. “You should, you should go.”
“I’m sorry. Am… Am I being rude?”
“I don’t want to…” Neil tore his eyes away from the bulge in the front of Prince’s pants. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. You, you mean a lot to me, okay? And, and this is very awkward because of… the penis in me right now.”
“You mean a lot to me as well. That’s why I want to help.” Prince smiled brightly, his eyes moving up to meet Neil’s as he caressed the side of his face. “I like you… I want to put my penis in you someday.”
