The Boy Next Door

by Thefemalearrow

Bram has become infatuated with his new neighbor but said neighbor has a boyfriend. One night, Bram heard someone banging on the door, begging for help. He realizes that their relationship wasn't what he thought.

7. Chapter 7

Bram woke up early the next morning. He only had a cover to hide. He remembered last night and turned to the still sleeping Simon. It wasn't his first time, but it was his first time in a while.

Bram climbed out of bed. He started to look for his clothes. Their clothes from the wedding were scattered throughout the room. Bram found his underwear and slipped it on. By the time he had his pants on, Simon was already awake.

"Morning," Simon murmured. The memories of the previous night came back. He rubbed his head. "Hangovers suck."

"Agreed," Bram said.

"It's going to be worse since I'm heading back to New York today," Simon said. He slowly climbed out of bed and got changed. "I have to get back to the hotel for check out. When are you heading back?"

"Today, but a little later," Bram said.

"Last night was amazing," Simon confessed.

"Same," Bram agreed.

"That was my first time being on top," Simon said.

"I usually bottom," Bram said. "And that's how I like it."

"When it was Shawn and me, I usually bottomed," Simon explained. He put on his shoes, and he tied him. "We never switched it up. But now that I've had the chance, I think I like the other way."

"I'm glad I helped you realize that," Bram said.

"What happened last night was okay, right?" Simon asked.

"Yep," Bram said. "We're two consenting adults who had a rendezvous at a friend's wedding."

"Yeah," Simon said. He started to open the door. "I'll see you around. I got your number, right?"

"Yes," Bram said.

"We should meet up sometime in New York," Simon said. He used to be scared of seeing Bram because of Shawn. Now, he didn't care. He had a great time with Bram, even before last night's activities climaxed. "Well, I'll see you around."

"See you," Bram said.

"Stay here for as long as you need," Simon said. He left the room, shutting the door. He walked to the front of the manor. He had rented a car for the weekend. He would drop it off on his way to the airport.

He climbed into the car. He put his hands on the wheel. That's when he felt something pressed against his neck. It was a cold metal object. Simon quickly figured out that it was a gun. Simon knew immediately who was holding the gun.

"Don't move a muscle," Shawn demanded.