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He retreats to the attic when he hears keys in the front door.
He isn't expecting the little family home so soon, so he rushes to the closet and ascends the ladder, pulling the whole unit shut on soundless gliders.
His nest of sheets and blanket awaits, so he sinks down in the folds of soft silk and grabs his laptop, pulls up the live feed of all the rooms of interest.
The teenager goes into the bathroom, so he shifts his focus to the living room...he is not a pervert after all..and finds the object of his current obsession.
He watches as bags are put away, and shoes are kicked off, and mail is sorted and then a trip down the hallway and to the bedroom below him.
He clicks the image of the master suite to full screen and shifts in the bedding, lying down and shifts his computer, so his hands are free.
He intently watches the unbuttoning of the dress shirt, sees the material fall off beautifully sculpted shoulders.
The belt is unbuckled. The pants that hug that perfect ass are unzipped, and they drop to the floor and are kicked away.
The socks are next as one foot is lifted and then the other.
And then…then, finally, the boxers are shimmied down and over slim hips and a picture-perfect, yet yielding cock springs from the soft cotton underwear.
He knows they are soft because, on a previous visit, he has touched them, has fingered everything in each of the dresser drawers in the room below him.
He has balled them up and smoothed them over his bare skin and then returned them to the drawer.
He puts the palm of his hand on his smooth, clean-shaven chest, moves it lower over his abs.
Circles his fingers around his navel, then walks them upward to tweak and flick his nipple, drawing the tender flesh there into a peddled peak.
He wants so badly to smell the boxers.
Last time, the laundry was clean and folded and put away.
He wants to wrap them around his filling cock and jerk off until he comes in them.
So, a plan forms in his mind, and the risk involved sends a white-hot jolt of pleasure to his cock, …but if he times it correctly, he is confident he can pull it off.
The clothes get grabbed up and tossed to the hamper.
He watches as the sculpted body, the perfectly rounded glutes, the tapered and slim hips, the broad and muscular shoulders walk away from the hidden camera and toward the en suite bathroom.
He flips his screen display to the bathroom and catches a glimpse of reddish-blond hair that cradles the long and thick cock before his view is blocked by the shower door.
He knows there are people in other rooms in the home, but that just heightens the thrill. So he unfurls the ladder and quickly descends to tiptoe over the plush beige carpet to the hamper and his prize that it holds.
He pulls the light blue boxers from the other pieces of clothing, temped to take the shirt, but decides not yet.
His subjects usually do notice or at least have a notion that items go missing or objects move. But, they always, always play it off as overactive imagination or put it down to being scattered brained. He wonders if his new untitled work will have the same inclinations and of so, how long will it take for him to notice.
He has already left a clue to his presence in the kitchen.
The shower is still running, so he hurries back up the ladder. Quietly closing the hatch behind him, he returns to his den to watch as minutes later the shower door opens. He sees more of that beautiful body, still gleaming, step from the stall.
As a towel is plucked from the bar and then used to briskly rub slick wet skin, his hand skates down the length of his chest and stomach and then lower still to wrap tightly around his dick.
He brings the boxers to his face and breathes them in deep. The musky scent making his weeping cock jump and pulse in his grip. Then he moves his hand, up and down, up and down, faster and faster, squeezing tighter, shoving the shorts into his mouth to keep from calling out.
It's over too fast, his dick spurting over his hand and sheets, and his vision briefly dims. He leans back on his bedding and pants quietly into the material still near his mouth, and when he finally comes down, he can see the bedroom is empty, but that's okay.
He can replay his recordings later and watch as clean clothing goes onto clean skin.
Time passes, and even though he was hoping for a twofer, he is content to have caught this intimate act in person. It's so much more fulfilling to experience something while it is happening as opposed to having to queue up his screen and watch something that had already happened.
He knows he can probably come down from his hiding spot now. Slip out the bedroom sliding door and to the back yard.
He can get dressed in the darkness there and then slip over the neighbor's fence and be home before bedtime. Instead, he gets his phone from his backpack and texts his wife to tell her he is taking an extra volunteer shift at the center.
She offers to bring him dinner, so he assures her he has eaten, and that was the truth. He had eaten a sandwich from the meat drawer and fixings he had found in the fridge in the kitchen on the first floor of the house he is in.
When she asks if he needs a snack, he tells her not to fuss and to kiss little Lily goodnight for him. He will be home in time to take her to her tutu's. They both work in the morning. When she finally texts him goodnight, he tells her he loves her. Phone back in his bag, he switches his view to the camera tucked into the plastic plant at the top of the bookshelves in the living room and settles in to watch.
At first, he thinks he will just sneak out before the family below goes to bed, but once the kids leave and the couple goes to the sofa to watch some tv, he makes up his mind to stay until morning.
He needs to see where this goes, and if it went nowhere, that was okay too.
He would still have the thrill of trying to get out of the house undetected in the morning, so he wouldn't be late picking up his little angel for a fun day at her grandma's
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Danny startled awake and looked around the gloom to see he was still curled up on his couch.
A soft and warm body next to him shifted then, so he sat up and patted Steve on the shoulder, telling him, "wake up, babe."
Danny turned on one lamp, and saw Steve blearily look around the room and asked, "what time is it, Danno?"
Danny picked up his phone and was a bit surprised to see that it was almost three-thirty in the morning.
"Late," he told his friend, "or early,…however you want to look at it."
Steve just shook his head and then dropped it to his hands.
Danny could relate. Every joint popped, and every muscle pulled as he forced himself to stand and stretch. He tried to wake up just enough to shuffle to his bed so he could drop right into it and hopefully get back to sleep before he had to be back into the office in the morning.
He reached for Steve's arm and pulled, telling him, "Come on, …up and at 'em."
Steve stood quickly, and Danny wondered how his friend could shake off sleep so quickly, but when he turned toward Danny, they were only inches apart, and Danny wildly thought, iI can probably reach up and kiss him, and he would let me./i
Instead of acting on that thought, he instead said, "why don't you just stay here and go home to change in the morning."
He saw a peculiar look cross Steve's face, one he hadn't cataloged in the past. Still, before he could ask, Steve moved around him and sat on the bench and started to pull on his shoes and told Danny, "I should just go and see if I can salvage some sleep in my own bed, but since we both got in early this morning…yesterday morning…" Steve stuck up a finger and swirled it in the air then said, "whenever, I'm gonna tell Junior to get the ball rolling so we can go in late.
Danny was happy at that thought, but still wished Steve wouldn't drive home so late, so he offered again, "you can stay here, ya know? My bed is big enough for both of us."
The look came again, so Danny quickly amended, "or you can crash in Grace's room."
Steve stood and patted Danny on the back before moving to the front door, but told him, "Thanks, Danno…but I need to do a little work in the morning from home, so…"
Danny nodded, even though he hadn't believed a word of what his friend was saying and wondered maybe that kiss wouldn't have been as welcomed as he had thought.
It was a pipe dream, anyway.
Danny and Steve had worked together for so long, had spent so many hours together. He had never really seen any evident signs that Steve might have been interested in him. Hadn't even seen any evidence that Steve would be interested in men in general.
So he said, "So…goodnight…or good morning, whatever. I'll see ya when I get in."
Steve backed out of the door, nodding and telling him, "Yeah. I'll see you in the…in a little bit. Night, Danny."
Danny held the screen door, calling, "goodnight," as Steve hurried to his truck and got into the cab and started up the engine.
Danny waved as Steve backed out of the driveway.
He closed the door and locked both the deadbolt and handle before turning off the porch light and living room lamp, shuffling down the hallway and to his bedroom.
He wanted nothing more than to drop into his bed and drift back to sleep so that he could wake up in the morning feeling somewhat refreshed. Still, he could already tell, as he slid between the sheets that he would be up and thinking about that look on Steve's face.
Had it meant that Steve was interested and was scared to act or had it suggested that Steve was not interested and hadn't wanted to hurt Danny's feelings.
Hell, maybe it had just meant that Steve wasn't as awake as Danny had thought, and he was just trying to figure out what Danny was offering.
Not that Danny had even known what he was offering.
A bed to sleep.
Yes.
He was offering a bed to sleep, and that bed had just happened to be the same one Danny would be sleeping in, but that was probably all he meant.
iRight?/i
"Yeah," he huffed and then turned to his side and pounded the pillow a second or two to get it into a shape he could work with and closed his eyes.
He and Steve were partners and friends…good friends…like brothers, …but then also not like brothers.
iThere's touching, right?/i
Shoulder pats and back rubs and side hugs and bear hugs and kisses…
…kisses on the head and forehead and that one time on Danny's cheek…
…and looks…
iRight?/i
He flopped to his other side, kicking at the blankets that were strangling his legs and pushed his pillow up, thinking, i I have caught him looking at me before./i
iNot just looks…but looks./i
He rolled to his back again and looked up to the ceiling and the fan turning in lazy circles above and said, "This is stupid."
He hadn't even been with a man before, so why the hell was he thinking about it now?
iBecause it's Steve./i
Steve was his friend.
Steve was his partner, coworker…boss, technically.
Steve was even a co-parent of sorts.
Steve was like a brother, but not like a brother because...because Danny had found himself thinking about Steve in ways that you would not think about a brother.
Those big and gun calloused hands touching him tenderly on the back when Danny was upset.
Or those long and strong arms pulling him in for a needed hug...a little peck to his forehead to offer comfort…
He pushed the covers back, unable to stop thinking about the rest of Steve.
The broad and hairy chest.
Strong shudders and rippling biceps and those hands…what could those hands do to Danny?"
"Fuck!"
He closed his eyes and tried to push the thoughts away, but the images of Steve just came faster.
"I'm just lonely…"
Since Melissa had gone back to the mainland for a job opportunity, he hadn't had time to date or even pick up someone to fuck.
iFuck…I want to fuck./i
i It's a dry spell …that's all …that's why I am thinking about Steve like this./i
iWhat's the harm? It's just make-believe./i
So he pushed a bit of guilt down, using Steve as a fantasy fuck, and let his hand linger over his belly, and then a little lower, to smooth over the soft hair of his thigh and the crisp curls of his pubs and thought, iI wouldn't mind if Steve used me as a fantasy fuck./i
He grabbed his cock, feeling the blood flow to full hardness.
Did Steve think about him on lonely nights, touching himself in the dark of his bedroom?
Was Danny on his mind as he stroked himself slowly. Trying to draw out his pleasure before going at it harder and harder, pretending it was Danny's hand or Danny's ass he was pounding into?
Danny squeezed his cock tight, stroked his length just like he loved, pulling hard and flicking his wrist a time or two.
It was good, but it could be better.
He wanted it to feel even better.
So he reached for his bedside table and blindly searched through the contents one-handed for the lube he used to use with Melissa.
He let go of his dick long enough to lube it up, to get both his hands sticky and slick and went back to stroking.
He tugged upward with both hands.
His ass coming up off the sheets.
Sliding his skin back to the root of his cock, over and over.
He bit at his lip, and then he suddenly thought about what noises Steve might make.
What they would both sound like fucking, and then he let out a little whimper, an almost silent moan, as he pulled in his bottom lip and bit down.
Would Steve be surprised that Danny tended to muffle his voice while having sex? It was an old habit. Having kids in the house had taught him to stuff his face into a pillow or a fist into his mouth, but would he be free to just let go if he were at Steve's …in Steve's bed…
He let some small, breathy noises escape, "ah, ah, ah…fuck…oh..."
The kids were at their mother's, and Steve was home tucked save into his own bed.
There was no one to hear him letting go…so maybe he should.
He tilted and pumped his hips faster, wishing he had something to work against his ass. Thinking about what it could feel like to have something hard...something substantial against his back and ass.
Both his fists frantically tugged and twisted his dick, and the sheets below him gathered with his movements and touched him in places that he could pretend were warm hands caressing his skin.
He let go with one hand, pinching and twisting his nipples.
The pressure was building low in his belly as frenziedly pumped his dick and worked his hips. The tension in his head was growing along with the tightening of his balls.
He was so fucking close.
iSo close...god...Steve.../i
Steve's face shuttered into his mind's view, a little knowing smirk on red kissed lips...
...Danny's body was suddenly frozen...locked in place in pure ecstasy…
...His mouth dropped open, but he couldn't even utter a groan...
...His limbs shuddered and shook, and whole-body chills engulfed him to his very core...
...Bright spotted light zigzagged behind his pinched lids...
...And then he found his voice...
"ahhhhgaaaa…mmm…fffff...oh, fuck! mmm...mmm...oh."
He gentled his strokes, still lightly rolling and pinching a nipple. His cock spasm in his grip a few more times, cum chugging slowly from his slit. He clenched his ass and stroked until he couldn't stand his own hand any longer.
After what seemed like an eternity, Danny finally collapsed on his bed, still gulping for air, the sheets sticking to his sweety skin.
He blindly reached for a corner of his sheets to wipe at the mess before turning to his side and drawing up a leg, snuggling into his pillow.
His skin cooled.
His breathing slowed.
His heavy eyes drifted shut.
He would be asleep soon.
He floated, thinking, he would be up in the morning to shower and go into work a little late, and he would see Steve, but that was okay.
Danny had Steve, his friend and coworker, and technically boss. Steve, his sometimes co-parent, and brother, and sometimes more than all of these.
Danny had a fantasy, Steve, too.
Tomorrow…tomorrow he would look through his contacts to see if he could arrange a date with one of his many woman friends…even better, maybe find a friend with benefits, but not a guy…
It occurred to him as he was dropping off that he hadn't had sexual feelings for any of his other male friends, and it had never even crossed his mind to find a guy to date…
…a thumping noise somewhere above him startled him a bit, but he closed his eyes again and thought,i it must just be the house settling, or maybe a branch from the tree in the back yard close to the house…/i
...he would call someone…
…call someone tomorrow to come to trim the tree…
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