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Scott turns onto his quiet street, ready to be done with the day. The only bright spot had been his co-worker who took pity on him and bought him lunch that he ate at his desk. He just wants to go home, crack open a bottle of wine, and watch the hockey game.
The sight that greets him as he draws closer to his house, however, means that there will be even more chaos to his day. Slowing down, he leans forward making sure that what he’s seeing is actually well and truly happening. And it is.
Fuck.
He scrubs a hand over his face and pulls his SUV into the driveway. He doesn’t bother hitting the remote for the garage door because he’s got other things to deal with first. He throws the vehicle into park and exits, stashing the keys in his pocket, his hopes for the game dashed.
It’s not like Scott doesn’t know his cat is a menace. She absolutely is, no question about it. Jinx is a two year old black cat that occasionally gets out and wreaks havoc around the cul-du-sac, stealing whatever she can get her murder mittens on, dutifully dragging home her spoils of war.
He’d like to say he’s surprised by this turn of events, but really, it’s just par for the course for the day he’s having. Jinx tears back and forth across the neighbor’s yard, something pink in her mouth. She finally stops in front of Scott and meows around the item, looking up at him like she’s just discovered a treasure trove of mouse heads.
“What’d you find now?” Scott asks her. He squats down to remove the pink thing from her mouth. She does not give it up easily though. She holds fast to the item, pulling backwards in an effort to keep it. Scott scoops her up in one hand, hoping she’ll let it go.”C’mon, cat. Let go.”
“Goddamnit!”
Scott looks up and sees his neighbor round the corner of his house. He is wearing only a navy blue towel around his waist that he appears to be hanging on to for dear life. He stops short when he sees Scott and Jinx. “Oh,” he says. They hold eye contact for a moment that the neighbor breaks as he walks toward them.
“Hey, Kip.” To avoid ogling him, Scott focuses his attention on Jinx, her lower half dangling from his hand. It’s another couple of tugs at the object in her mouth before she releases it, pushing off Scott’s stomach to make a clean getaway, sprinting across the street and leaving him with a scrap of fabric in his hands.
To say that Scott has a crush on his neighbor would be an understatement. Ever since Kip moved into the house next door three months ago, Scott hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him. He introduced himself on moving day, and they’ve exchanged pleasantries while coming or going, but that’s been the extent of their conversations, much to Scott’s displeasure. He really needs to grow a pair and up his game.
But this? The sight of Kip in just a towel is doing…things…to him. He does his best not to stare, but it’s a losing battle because Kip is fucking jacked. Dude’s got a six-pack and thighs like fucking tree trunks. There’s a smattering of dark hair on his chest. Scott wonders what it feels like, how soft it is. He shakes his head to get rid of the image of what may be under Kip’s towel.
“You know I hate that cat, right?” Kip adjusts the towel around his waist to secure it in place and crosses his arm over his chest blocking Scott’s view.
“Everyone does. She’s difficult to say the least.” He holds up the pink fabric to Kip. “I take it this is yours?” The blush that blooms across Kip’s face is beautiful, causing Scott to wonder what his cat found to garner that reaction?
Kip stretches out a hand to take the item. “Uh, yeah. If you -”
Before handing it back, Scott unfurls the fabric to reveal what it is that Jinx stole from him. To his shock, Scott finds he holds a pair of pink lace panties. He cocks an eyebrow at Kip, and congratulates himself for not just blurting out what the fuck?
But then another thought occurs to him - Kip had a woman over. Maybe she’s still there and that’s why he’s chasing Scott’s cat in only a towel. So much for the hope that Kip was gay. The evidence of a woman at his house bothers him more than he wants to admit. Oh, well. The chorus of Johnny Hates Jazz’s Shattered Dreams plays in his head.
Maybe he’s bi. That’s a possibility. Hope blooms again.
Kip withdraws his hand and smooths the hair at the back of his head exposing his exquisite torso once more. “Yeah, those -” He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, but nothing comes out. He drops his eyes from Scott’s gaze.
He examines the panties and he wonders why Kip is so embarrassed. They’re adults. He had someone over. No big deal. “Nice. Are you and she seeing each other again?” He’s not sure how it’s possible, but he notices Kip blush even more. “Or not,” Scott quickly adds, just to give him an out.
Kip’s hands go to his hips. He looks at the sky and sighs heavily. He mumbles something that Scott can’t quite make out.
“What was that?”
“Fuck me,” Kip says a little louder, the frustration evident in his voice. He continues to avoid Scott’s eyes. “I said they’re mine.”
That sentence was so unexpected that Scott feels like he’s just been slapped in the face with a fish. They’re Kip’s? “Yours.” Scott manages to say as if he’s unsure of the word. He does his best not to imagine Kip wearing them and fails spectacularly. His brain helpfully provides him a mental image of Kip clad in the pink lace panties while standing in Scott’s bedroom. His dick twitches in his jeans.
And if that doesn’t just beat all. Scott has fantasized about his neighbor on more than one occasion since he moved in. All kinds of scenarios wound their way through his head. Never once, though, has he ever thought about Kip in a pair of pink lace panties. He suddenly wonders why the hell he hadn’t thought of it.
“Can I have them back?” Kip holds out his hand again and takes a step forward, waiting for them, but Scott is having none of it.
“Really.” He yanks them close to his shoulder and out of Kip’s reach. He goes full on Flirt Mode and his voice drops an octave. “You, uh, actually wear them?”
There’s defiance in his eyes when they meet Scott’s, and he stands straighter. “Yes.”
Scott takes another step towards him, practically crowding him out and he dangles the panties off his finger. Kip reaches for them and catches nothing but air as Scott holds them out of his reach. Kip scowls at him, which shouldn’t be as cute as it is. Kip gives up trying to grab the panties and looks up at him; Scott smirks back.
“Can I have them back,” Kip asks. “Please?” When Scott says nothing, he adds, “Look, I’m already embarrassed enough about this.”
“Why? It’s kinda hot.” He winks at Kip and the man’s eyes go wide. Scott brings the panties back down so that they’re dangling between them. Scott leans in and whispers into his ear, “Can I see you in them?” He doesn’t move, just waits for Kip’s answer while inhaling his scent.
Kip’s hand gently clutches the one Scott holds the panties with. He murmurs back, “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Scott pulls back just enough to look at Kip’s face. The want he finds is unmistakable. He gets a better grip on Kip’s hand, the panties caught between them. He backs away and pauses to take Kip in before turning to lead him into his house. He punches the code into the garage door panel and sneaks a glance as Kip while the door opens. Jinx dashes in, unseen by either of them.
They enter through the kitchen and Kip pauses by the island. Scott turns to see him smiling devilishly. Their hands are still linked, their arms outstretched. Kip gently tugs at the panties and Scott lets them go. Kip shakes them out and turns them face forward. He holds Scott’s gaze as he steps into them, sliding them up at an agonizing pace.
Scott breaks eye contact as Kip tugs them up and under the towel. He can’t help but stare as Kip maneuvers himself and gets properly tucked into the panties, revealing nothing as the towel falls back into place. He follows Kip’s hands to his left hip and watches his fingers curl around the fabric, untangling it as he lets the towel fall to the floor.
He sucks in a breath. Kip is stunning. The panties hug his body perfectly. The real kicker though, is that they appear to be men’s panties because there’s a fucking pouch in the front made for his dick so it’s not squashed by the fabric. Scott’s mouth waters. He hadn’t paid attention to their construction when he first unfurled them, but good lord are they amazing.
One of Kip’s hands enters Scott’s field of vision, and it palms his dick through the lace as he lets out a little moan. Scott’s eyes snap up to Kip’s which are half closed in need. His mouth hangs open and his breathing picks up.
“Jesus.” Scott scrubs a hand over his mouth. “You are so beautiful.” He surges forward and takes Kip’s face in his hands and kisses him roughly. There’s nothing tentative about it like a first kiss could be. This is pure want and need. Kip’s hands land on his hips and they pull him closer, their cocks rubbing against each other, and Scott groans into his mouth.
They break apart and touch their foreheads together. “Where did you find these things?” Scott asks, brushing his knuckles over the lace at Kip’s hip. “They are fucking amazing.”
“The internet is full of wonders, Scott. You should try it sometime.” He smiles brightly and wraps his hands around Scott’s neck.
“Maybe I will.” He swipes his thumb across Kip’s plush bottom lip, who in turn takes Scott’s thumb in his mouth. “Fuuuuuck,” he utters and closes his eyes at the sensation of Kip’s tongue licking the digit.
With one last lick, Kip lets Scott’s thumb go. “I’m assuming you have a bedroom?”
Scott swallows. “Yeah,” he rasps. He hooks a finger into the waistband of the panties and tugs Kip forward. “Come.” He lets go of the panties and takes Kip’s hand, leading him through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. He’s barely through the door when Kip spins him and paws at his shirt in an effort to take it off.
Once the shirt is off, Kip places his hands on Scott’s chest then slides them down his torso. One hand trails down to Scott’s cock and palms it through his jeans. Scott just about forgets to breathe. He’s practically frozen in place, his hands hanging loosely at his sides. He’s suddenly not sure what to do. Like he’s forgotten everything he’s ever known.
Kip, however, apparently has a plan as he begins to unbutton Scott’s jeans. As he pushes down the jeans and underwear, he sinks to his knees to take Scott into his mouth. It takes all of Scott’s willpower to not thrust into it. His hand finds Kip’s hair, which is as soft as he’d imagined it to be. His free hand caresses his own chest and he pinches a nipple. It’s been so long since he’s done anything like this, he’s worried he’ll go off too soon.
It’s when Kip pulls off, looks up at him, and says “Fuck my mouth,” that Scott realizes he may not be the one in charge here. And he actually hopes that that’s the case. Every time he’s thought about Kip while bringing himself off over the past few months, it’s been Kip in charge in his fantasy.
Both of Scott’s hands fist Kip’s hair and he does what’s asked of him. He gets lost in the act as he listens to the beautiful noises Kip makes. He tosses his head back as he thrusts into Kip’s mouth and Kip’s fingers dig into his hips. A few thrusts more and he looks down to find Kip staring up at him with watery eyes. It’s a sight that just about does him in, so he pulls back and god love him, Kip chases after him.
“Come here,” Scott says. Kip stands in one fluid movement and Scott kisses him again as their cocks bump against each other and they laugh. He drops a hand to Kip’s lace covered dick, making him groan. He snakes his hands around to Kip’s ass and pulls him forward. The lace brushes own cock as he twists his hips, relishing the feel of the fabric against his skin.
Scott forgets that his jeans are still around his knees and they restrict his movement, so he steps back and bends to remove them. He keeps his eyes locked on Kip’s. He only breaks when he realizes that he’s eye level with Kip’s stomach, and really, it deserves his undivided attention. He divests himself of his clothes and drops to his knees.
He kisses the hard muscles of Kip’s belly, and he can feel Kip’s stomach flutter. He trails kisses down to the panties. “Jesus, these are staggering.”
“Glad you approve,” Kip says cheekily. He puts a hand on Scott’s head, carding his fingers through his hair.
Scott nuzzles Kip’s lace-covered cock and inhales his scent. He mouths at the fabric, getting it wet with spit. He savors the lewd noises Kip makes above him. Scott dips his fingers into the waistband of the panties and gently pulls them down, freeing Kip’s cock as he slides the panties down his legs. As he steps out of them, Scott looks into Kip’s eyes for a long moment and wonders what he’s thinking. He’s about to ask when Kip surprises him.
“Can I fuck you?” he asks.
Scott doesn’t even have to think about it. “Absolutely,” he says, planting a kiss on the head of Kip’s dick. He stands quickly and flops backwards onto the bed, pulling Kip with him. Their laughs turn into more kisses as Scott wraps his legs around Kip’s.
It’s when Kip trails his hand down his body that Scott unavoidably, and embarrassingly, giggles. He can’t help it - he’s ticklish. Always has been. He groans at his reaction. “Fuck,” he mutters in frustration. Kip really didn’t need to know that about him.
Kip pulls back and cocks an eyebrow. “Well, that’s information I’m going to save for later,” he says, breaking out into a wide grin.
“Please don’t.”
“Too late.” He rests his hand on that spot and Scott flinches, expecting more than the light touch Kip gives it. Kip apparently takes pity on him, as he says, “Oh, I’ve got better things to do to you than that.”
Scott sucks in a breath as Kip leans down to kiss him, hard. Jesus, fuck, is he ever grateful for Kip’s mouth. He reaches down and grips his ass, pulling him closer, letting him know that he’s not intimidated by the weight of Kip’s strong body on top of him.
They press together, their cocks sliding against each other. Scott thinks he may just be in heaven, and they haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. Not that this isn’t a good part either, but he really needs to stop thinking and just enjoy the moment.
As Kip begins to trail kisses down the side of his jaw and down his neck, Scott arches at the sensation. The kisses continue south and Kip gives a little flick of Scott’s nipple with his tongue that causes a guttural moan to escape his mouth, and Kip does it again before moving on.
Scott plants his feet on the bed, opening himself up to Kip’s ministrations. Maddeningly, though, he avoids his dick, opting instead to kiss his inner thigh as Scott fists his hands in the comforter. He groans in frustration as Kip kisses his other thigh. “Impatient, are we?” Scott can feel the smile on his leg.
Scott blows out a breath and looks down at him. Kip’s got a wicked smile on his face and god, is that working for him. He drops his head back to the bed and reaches one hand up towards the bedside table. He’s just barely able to reach the knob and awkwardly manages to pull the drawer open. Without the benefit of sight, though, he fumbles for the lube he keeps there, and since Kip is ignoring his dick anyway, he rolls up to peer into the drawer. He finds the tube and holds it up in victory.
He shakes the tube at Kip, whose response is to lick a stripe up his cock, kissing the head. He takes the tube as Scott falls back and drapes his arm over his face. He’s not sure he can take much more of this. “Please,” he says.
He hears the click of the bottle opening, and after a moment, feels Kip’s hand, slick with lube, envelop his cock. He peeks out from under his forearm to see Kip smiling gently at him. “This what you want?” he asks.
Scott shakes his head from side to side. “Lower,” he rasps.
Thankfully, Kip doesn’t make him wait as he releases his dick and drizzles more lube on his fingers. Scott feels the press of a fingertip at his hole and yes this is just what he needs. The finger traces a circle around the puckered flesh and gently presses inside. The noise that escapes Scott’s lips is flat out obscene.
“Okay?” Kip asks.
“So good.”
It’s when Kip takes one of Scott’s balls into his mouth that he nearly flies off the bed. The combined sensations of Kip’s mouth on his sack and finger working him open is nearly too much. And somehow not enough. He’s so fucking needy, he’s almost ashamed. He can feel himself blushing which irritates him. He pushes all other thoughts out of his mind and concentrates on how Kip makes him feel. It’s been entirely too long since he’s done this.
Kip makes quick work of opening him up while still laving at his balls, adding a second and third finger as Scott practically pants above him. “I’m good. I’m good,” he says as he reaches out for him.
Scott whimpers at the feeling of loss when Kip removes his fingers, but groans again as Kip kisses his sack and up his body. When they’re face to face again, Scott smiles around a “Hi.”
“Hi, yourself. Condom?”
Scott nods towards the open drawer where he retrieved the lube. As Kip rummages around for the packet, Scott peppers kisses on his shoulder and runs his hand along his flank where he discovers that Kip is decidedly not ticklish, much to his chagrin. He huffs in frustration.
“What was that for?” Kip asks. Of course he picked up on the sound.
“You’re not ticklish.”
Kip’s smile is bright. “I am not.” He flutters his fingers over that spot on Scott’s torso that makes him squirm.
“Not fair.”
“No one said life is fair. But do you really want to discuss the fairness of life right now?”
“Not really, no.”
“Didn’t think so.” He rips open the condom packet and rolls it on. “Still want?”
“I want. God, do I want.” Scott watches Kip as he squeezes a dollop of lube into his hand and slicks himself up. He feels Kip’s cock brush against his hole and mutters, “Please.”
“Yeah?”
And while Scott appreciates the care Kip takes with him, he needs to get this show on the road. “Kip, I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me right now -” Fingers dig into Kip’s biceps.
“Someone’s impatient.” He rubs his cock against Scott’s entrance before pushing in at snail’s pace. After he’s fully seated, he checks in once more. “Good?”
“Absolutely.”
Kip’s pace does not pick up when he starts moving, the leisurely drag driving Scott mad. He thinks he just may combust; his whole body is on fire, not just where their bodies are joined. He wraps his legs around Kip’s waist and meets each slow thrust, hoping to spur Kip on. His hands travel down Kip’s muscled back to his ass, and he grips it tightly making Kip moan out a breathy “Fuuuuuuck,” as he throws his head back. Scott can’t help but smile; Kip looks amazing like this.
He pushes off the bed to attack the column of Kip’s throat, licking up to his jaw. He huffs out a laugh as he bizarrely remembers the name of the large muscle as he licks up it.
“What?” Kip asks, a playful smile on his face. He runs his fingers through Scott’s hair as he still fucks him ever so slowly.
Scott continues kissing his jaw, enjoying the feel of Kip’s stubble on his lips. He tries to say the name of the muscle, but it’s mumbled as he drags his lips over Kip’s skin. He nips at Kip’s earlobe, causing him to giggle, and his hips halt their rhythm, causing Scott to groan in frustration. “You’re killing me.”
Kip pulls Scott away from his ear by his hair and stares at him with bright eyes. “Tell me, or I’m leaving.” Scott doesn’t believe that for a second.
He trails his hands back up Kip’s back and grips his shoulders as he circles his hips in an effort to get him going again. “I said,” he pecks a kiss to his lips. “Sterno.” Kiss. “Cleido.” Kiss. “Mastoid.” Kiss.
“Wow.” Kip nods his head slowly as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing, but he’s still smiling. “You’re enjoying this so much that you’re thinking about the muscles in my neck?”
He at least has the wherewithal to look embarrassed. “It just popped in there. I swear!”
“I don’t know,” Kip teases. “I think I should go -”
Scott growls and uses his size to his advantage as he flips them over so he’s on top. “I’m tired of talking,” he says as Kip sucks in a surprised breath. Scott alters his position to get better leverage and plants a hand on Kip’s chest. His other hand grips his cock and he strokes himself as he begins riding Kip.
“Fuck, Scott. Yes!” Kip’s hands grip Scott’s hips, and he digs his feet into the mattress, allowing him to fuck up into Scott.
They fall into an excellent rhythm, and Soctt thinks he’s going to lose his fucking mind. It’s rare that he gets to bottom since his partners tend to think he’s a top simply because of his size. But this? Riding Kip’s dick is just about the best thing he’s felt in for-fucking-ever. A litany of sounds escape his lips. He is powerless to stop them.
“Feels so good,” he says. His tempo falters as he skates closer to the knife’s edge. He feels it building low in his belly, and he momentarily waivers, unsure if he wants to chase it or slow his pace to drag the sensation out. It turns out that Kip makes that decision for him.
“I’m close.”
Decision made, Scott picks up the pace. “Yeah? Gonna come for me?” He leans back, taking his hand off Kip’s chest and pinches his own nipple, letting out a harsh breath. “Come on,” he teases with an evil smile.
A few thrusts later, Kip throws his head back, squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a sound of pleasure that Scott will probably remember for the rest of his life. Kip stills, fingers still dug into Scott’s hips. He mutters a Jesus under his breath as his eyes lock with Scott’s.
And that is what sends him over the edge. His orgasm rips through him, painting Kip’s chest. He strokes himself through it, stopping only when it draws close to the other side of painful. He releases his dick and draws in several breaths before inelegantly dismounting. He flops on the bed next to Kip and they lie there for a moment trying to catch their breath as they stare at the ceiling.
Scott feels Kip sit up. “I’m just gonna -” Kip indicates the en suite and disappears.
And this is the moment Scott hates: the uncertainty of what happens next. Was this just a hook up? Are they destined to awkwardly wave to each other in passing or avoid each other at the neighborhood barbecue? Fuck. Before he gets too far into his own head, Kip returns.
“I should -”
“Stay?”
Kip looks shocked, but he smiles easily. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He stretches out a hand, and Kip takes it, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I, uh…I’d really like it if you stayed. We could order in?”
Before Kip can answer, Jinx makes herself known by hopping up on the bed. She bumps her head against Kip’s naked thigh, looks up at him and loudly meows. “This is all your fault,” he says as he scratches her head. She purrs back at him. “Good kitty.”
“Very good kitty,” Scott agrees.