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Sand breathed out the smoke from the last drag of his cigarette, as he looked outside at the street from his balcony. He saw a truck parked on the curb in front of his building. He knew the guy downstairs was moving out. He never met the dude, he only saw him now and then when they crossed paths in the stairwell. He looked like he was in his 40’s, he had three cats, and Sand could smell the smoke coming from his balcony late at night, every day around 11pm, whenever Sand smoked a few cigarettes of his own.
He never had any issues with him, besides the eventual meowing that would ensue whenever his cats had the zoomies, but that was about it.
Sand pulled another cigarette from the packet, and as he lit it up, he saw the guy looking upwards, taking one last glance at the building he had just finished moving out from. He saw Sand and waved, so Sand waved back.
He was sure someone new would soon be coming in, and Sand just hoped they would be as chill as this last guy.
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A couple of weeks passed in complete silence.
Sand usually had late nights due to the nature of his jobs, so he’d often arrive home way past midnight and crash on his bed, exhausted. He’d been playing extra gigs at the bar and he had new clients buying his wine, which meant he’d been working overtime more often than not.
As he ran up the stairs, he saw some boxes piled up in front of the apartment downstairs to his.
Huh.
Finally, new neighbours.
Sand made a mental note to try and find out who they were at some point.
After taking a long shower to rid of the sweat clinging to his body from walking around all day in Bangkok’s humid and warm weather, he finally made it to his bed. Sand sighed deeply, satisfied. The comfort of his pillows helped lessen the tightness in his muscles. He barely scrolled through his socials before he was fast asleep.
He woke up a couple of hours later, confused. He blinked one eye open and immediately looked outside his window, expecting to see the first signs of dawn and nothing. It was still pitch dark. Sand looked around, trying to discern what on earth had woken him up when his ears perked up to the high-pitched sound.
There was moaning. Loud moaning.
He sat up on his bed and blinked his eyes open, reality finally catching up to him.
Someone was moaning loudly, practically wailing. He could hear it perfectly, the acoustics in his building were poor, not uncommon for an old and cheap structure. To make it worse, his windows were open to let in the fresh air of the night. It still wasn’t hot enough to turn on the AC and he was trying to save up some money on his electricity bill.
“This can’t be for real…” he muttered, closing his eyes again, massaging his temples in distress.
The moaning kept going for a few more minutes, while Sand just sat on his bed deciding if he should just let it be or if he should stomp his foot or something, to let the neighbour know he was being disturbed by it.
He could tell it was coming from the apartment downstairs, they were the only new people there and this kind of thing had never happened before. He knew the neighbours across the hallway were an old couple who slept very early, and the one upstairs had always been quiet despite the occasional heavy footsteps, but nothing else.
It must be the new neighbours.
Sand checked the time on his phone, it was a little over two in the morning.
He laid back down and tried to focus on anything else when, slowly, the moaning stopped.
He sighed, turned on his side and managed to go back to sleep.
That morning, Sand had his coffee stronger than usual. He was used to not sleeping much, but broken sleep was often what destroyed him. It didn’t matter if he dozed for only a few hours, as long as they were continuous. The loud noise from the night before threw him off enough that he didn’t get to have a peaceful rest once he could sleep again.
It could be a couple christening the new apartment, Sand thought to himself. Maybe that was it, the joy and excitement of having a new place overcoming them. It might’ve been a one-time thing. He hoped it was a one-time thing.
He grabbed his guitar, his bags filled with wine, and went out for the day.
Later that night, the same thing happened again.
Around three in the morning, he woke up to loud cries of pleasure. He groaned and pulled his pillow on top of his head, trying to muffle the sounds. It worked for a while, but then it got stuffy, way too uncomfortable and warm, so he had to give it up.
Sand lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. The previous night it hadn’t lasted that long, so this might as well be the same.
He waited.
Time passed.
The wailing got louder for a fraction and he rolled his eyes in annoyance, a headache already forming behind his eyelids.
Sand got up and stomped his foot a couple of times, to no avail.
He laid back down and checked his phone, another few minutes had passed when - finally! - the noise progressively got lower until it stopped completely.
“This can’t be fucking happening to me, it can’t ” he murmured irritated, aggressively turning on his side so he could attempt at sleeping again.
It took him a while of tossing around, but Sand did it. Same as before, he didn’t sleep as deeply and when morning came, he was exhausted. When his alarm went off, his eyes were dry and achy, and his body was slightly sore from moving around on his bed too much.
Sand started dreading the night ahead of him, but thankfully once it came, it was complete silence. He revelled in the sound of nothing as he rested peacefully.
This lasted for a couple of days when Sand finally got to have a full night of sleep for a change. He was beyond relieved, thinking that maybe the new neighbours had realised they were being too much and were just fucking in silence now, if they even were.
Peace only lasted for two nights. The very next days, the loud moaning and wailing came back, just as insisting and infuriating.
Sand, unfortunately, had always had light sleep and it took very little to jolt him awake, so as soon as it happened again, he was up and groaning in frustration.
He tried everything he could think of to ward off the noise when he realised that stomping his foot or even yelling from his balcony didn’t help.
He put on headphones, but they hurt his ears when he tried to lie down. He tried closing his windows and turning on his AC, so at least it wouldn’t be as loud as he was sure part of the noise was coming from the neighbour’s windows too, but even like that, he could still hear it. His last resort was trying to play some white noise on his phone but that pissed him off more than it helped calm him down, as the moaning would still be in the background.
Sand realised this was messing with him completely when - by the time it reached a full week since he had last rested properly - instead of putting water inside the kettle to boil for his morning coffee, he had poured a bunch of dish soap in it. He realised belatedly that he had poured one-third of the bottle inside when he found it strange that it was taking way too long for the kettle to fill up.
He cursed under his breath and washed it off, mad that he not only wasted a bunch of soap for nothing but also that his ability to focus on the most mundane tasks was completely butchered.
Besides the obvious lack of attention span, Sand was also moody and awfully cranky.
He wouldn’t smile as much during his gigs, he would snap at customers when they told him he got their order wrong, as if it was their fault when truly , he was the one to be blamed for poor his performance.
Well, him and the bastard downstairs neighbour. Sand might as well buy a ball gag and just leave it on their doorstep at that point.
Sand could normally work on very few hours of sleep, but this was ruining him and he couldn’t take it anymore.
That afternoon was when he decided that, if that night the neighbours woke him again, he’d go downstairs and bang on their door and beg for them to, please for crying out loud , fuck quieter.
Sand did his usual night-time routine, went to bed and dozed off. And like clockwork, at around three in the morning, he woke up with a loud moan piercing through his walls.
He hit his fucking limit.
In an outburst of rage and built-up frustration, he got up and stomped his way downstairs, not caring in the least to put on a shirt or even shoes, he simply headed out ready to pick a fight if needed.
When he reached the neighbour’s door, the sex noises were clear as day, rhythmic and intense.
Sand was fuming.
He knocked on the door a couple of times, to no response.
“The sex can’t be so good that they go fucking deaf , Jesus fucking Christ-” he whined as he knocked again, harder this time.
Still nothing.
Sand was so mad he started banging his fists on the door like a maniac, not giving a shit if he was the loud noise now waking up the other neighbours in the process. If he had woken up, then he would for fucking sure make that everyone else’s problem now. It went on for too long already. This had to stop.
This is when he heard the moaning stop abruptly, followed by footsteps inside, approaching the door. He knew he could stop the knocking by now, but he was infuriated and Sand aimed for pettiness. He kept knocking loudly to disturb them as much as they had been disturbing him the past week, if only for this one time.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” he heard someone yelling when suddenly the door was busted open.
Sand didn’t know what he expected to see, but he definitely wasn’t expecting… well, that .
There was a guy in front of him, probably around his age. He was smaller than him in stature, his skin tanned. He looked sweaty and his hair was pointing everywhere. He was wearing a long white t-shirt that looked worn-out and stretched and it was slipping off one side of his shoulders. Sand noticed the man probably wasn’t wearing any underwear as he couldn’t see the underline of anything underneath the shirt until he realised he shouldn't be staring at this stranger’s groin.
He was pulled out of his daze by the man’s voice going “May I help you?” in a snarky tone, frowning while looking at Sand.
Oh, right .
Sand remembered he was the one supposed to be mad.
He was supposed to be much angrier than this guy sounded.
Sand composed himself so he could do what he had gone there for.
“Look, I’m the upstairs neighbour” he started, trying his hardest to sound as stern as possible, threatening even, “and I am so fucking glad that you and your partner are having a wonderful time having sex in your new apartment-” he continued, voice dripping with irony, “but can you please , for the love of god, keep it down a notch?” the more Sand spoke, the angrier he became until he just stared back at the guy’s face, waiting for his reaction.
He was standing there, blinking at Sand. At that moment, Sand almost waited for someone else to pop up from behind him after hearing him practically cursing at them, but no one came. The man’s frown disappeared and his eyes were wide now, mouth slightly agape.
He looked shocked.
“Uh- what?” he asked, blinking owlishly at Sand.
Sand rolled his eyes.
“It’s fucking three AM, can you and your partner please keep it down? I have shit to do early in the morning” he explained again. Sand kept looking at the guy in his face when he suddenly became flushed and just stayed completely silent. Sand didn’t understand what was so hard to comprehend about his request. He sighed in frustration. “Alright, man, if you’re not gonna talk to me, can you at least talk to your partner to stop moaning so loudly? Really , I think it’s not too much to ask or too hard to-” Sand was interrupted by him.
“There’s- there’s no one else here, though” the guy finally retorted.
Sand just stared back at him, astounded at his response.
He stood there looking at the man, he was red in the face and he kept fiddling with the hem of his shirt, scratching his neck, looking everywhere but at Sand.
“Sorry?” Sand asked, voice higher in surprise.
The man blushed harder, his cheeks going practically purple.
“I’m by myself. There’s no one here,” he repeated, a tad louder as if Sand hadn’t caught it the first time because he was speaking so low.
“No no, I heard that, but- I- I don’t? I’m-” Sand laughed humorlessly, suddenly uncomfortable, “I’m sorry but I am very confused” It was his turn to become wide-eyed and flushed.
“I realise- uh, I think- I might have… uh, exceeded myself the past couple of nights,” he stuttered, it was seemingly hard for him to even find any words, “I apologise” he glanced at Sand while he shifted from one foot to another. Sand was not computing what was happening, so the guy continued “It’s just that it’s my first time living completely by myself and I’m very excited about it, as you might have noticed” he chuckled then, clearly embarrassed, but his laugh made Sand laugh too, the whole situation way too incredulous.
This is when Sand realised how comical, but most of all ridiculous, that whole scenario looked.
He was standing in front of his neighbour’s door at ass in the morning. Sand was shirtless, barefoot and he harshly banged on his door without a second thought, even though the guy had just moved in. He was tired, he knew his eyes were swollen and red, Sand was sure he looked insane. And then there was this man, only in a shirt, standing there sweaty and glowing, admitting that he had been making all that noise on his own.
Unbelievable, truly unbelievable.
“Well, that I think you’ve been” Sand finally replied to him after a beat of silence, which earned him a giggle in response. He felt bad for some reason, the guy had these puppy eyes and Sand felt… Well. Guilty, for coming on so strong. He sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve been hearing you the past week and it’s been hard to sleep with all the…” Sand gestured vaguely towards the man, who looked at him expectantly, “moaning and shouting and stuff.” Sand finished and winced, becoming embarrassed himself.
“I’ve been putting on headphones while I, you know,” he motioned a jerking gesture with his hand and Sand felt like a virgin, his cheeks burning. He knew what was happening, but now he knew and he wanted to bury himself in the ground “but I had never realised I was so loud. I’m really sorry”.
He looked at Sand with a small smile on his face, almost akin to a smirk.
Sand nodded, suddenly at a loss of words.
“Usually, I don’t mind pissing off some neighbours” the guy spoke again, making eye contact “but you look cute enough that I will try my best to keep it down, don’t worry, alright?” he winked, grinning slightly.
Sand was absolutely dumbstruck. He nodded once more.
“Sure. Thanks, I guess,” he finally let out, voice strained, “and sorry about all the knocking”, the guy just shook his head, dismissive. Sand looked at the stranger in his eyes and he felt a weird tension hanging in the air, but he opted to ignore it. Sand cleared his throat, “have a good night, then.” he mumbled awkwardly and turned on his heels to walk back to his apartment.
He heard a “You too!” coming from the neighbour’s door until he heard the click of it closing.
As soon as Sand got back to his apartment, he was breathing hard as if he had just run a marathon, heart racing.
Had he just hallucinated an incredibly hot neighbour? Had the guy flirted with him by the end, calling him cute? Or was Sand so sleep-deprived that he imagined the whole thing somehow?
He slapped his cheeks lightly a couple of times to make sure he was awake. It certainly seemed so.
Sand went back to bed that night feeling awestruck. He slept and dreamed of that man’s flushed cheeks and devilish smile.
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“Nick, I think he wasn’t that hot, honestly” Sand spoke on the phone as he changed the bags of groceries from one hand to another, so he could hold his phone properly to his ear, “I think I was just really tired, that’s all” he heard Nick laughing on the other end of the line.
“This wouldn’t be the first time you think you’re hallucinating hot people and then it turns out they exist, you’re just too much of an idiot to believe so” Nick replied to him. Sand immediately told him to shut the fuck up, “you know I am right!”
“That’s beyond the point,” Sand said, “I don’t think a guy that gorgeous would be living in the apartment downstairs,” he continued as he walked up the small distance from his parking spot to the entrance of his building, “in this place, there’s only middle-aged men, old couples, and loners like me” he heard Nick scoffing and laughing again as Sand started fiddling with his pocket, trying to grab his keys from it. He balanced his phone on his shoulder “Why the hell are you even laughing, dumbass?” Sand frowned.
“You’re so oblivious, trying to play up the cool lonely guy, come on now, Sand- ” he heard Nick practically yelling as Sand struggled to grab the right key to open the entrance door with all the stuff he was holding when his keys escaped his fingers.
“Fuck, hold on-” As Sand bent down to pick up the keys from the floor, he noticed the door had just opened “Oh thank you-” he said before he even saw who was there, holding the front door open for him.
Sand was, once again, left dumbfounded.
The downstairs neighbour was standing there, looking just as gorgeous as Sand remembered him.
He truly wasn’t hallucinating after all.
Now, fully awake, he could finally take in the guy’s appearance better.
He was significantly smaller than Sand, but just enough that he’d fit right under his chin. This time around, he wasn’t sweaty or mussed up, he was all dolled up. His hair was styled out of his eyes, fringe falling softly on the sides. He was wearing a white tank top and what looked like a designer’s jacket on top. He wore dark jeans and leather boots. He had a thin silver necklace and silver hoops adorning his ears, and Sand could tell he smelled divine, simultaneously rich and sweet just on the right brink of delectable instead of overpowering.
When he made eye contact with Sand, he smiled brightly. Sand couldn’t help but smile back. He noticed the guy’s lips glistening as if he had put on lipgloss.
It had been a few days since Sand had knocked on his door imploring for him to stop moaning so loudly and, just like he had promised, he did stop. The thing is, Sand still hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what that man had looked like as soon as he opened his door that fateful night.
Sand just stood there looking at him - a poor resemblance of the first time they had talked - phone forgotten in his right hand, bags straining his arm on his left.
“Are you coming in?” the guy asked finally, and that’s when Sand realised he was just standing there at the threshold, like a fucking buffoon.
Sand widened his eyes and shook his head to try and come back to himself. He vaguely felt his cheeks heating up.
“Yeah, yes, thank you!” he bowed in gratitude and he walked inside. The guy nodded and smiled again at him.
“No problem” he muttered under his breath. Sand looked down and switched his bags from one hand to another, “do you need help with those?” the guy asked, raising his voice slightly, still there holding the door open whilst Sand adjusted himself so he could walk up the stairs with all his stuff.
It took Sand a second to catch that he had been addressed because when he looked back at the man, the guy’s eyes twinkled so prettily that Sand lost it for a bit. That’s when he motioned with his head at Sand’s hands and he noticed the man was pointing at the bags he was holding.
“Oh, these?” Sand lifted them slightly and the guy nodded, “Oh no no no, it’s fine, don’t worry. Thanks, thank you for offering!” Sand bowed briefly again and the guy looked amused for a second. He knew he was making a fool of himself with all the stuttering and delayed responses, but he pretended like he was doing just fine.
“Alright, then” the man replied as he eyed Sand from head to toe, still smiling softly. He just kept staring, it felt like he was waiting for something and Sand felt awkward, unsure if he should say something else or just move on.
Was he supposed to say anything else? Sand was having a hard time thinking.
“I’ll just-” he motioned with his head towards the stairs and the guy just nodded.
“Sure sure, yeah. I’ll- I’ll see you around, then.” he stuttered out and waved. He glanced at Sand one last time before turning and heading out of the building.
Sand was already two flights of stairs up when he had the sudden realisation that he should’ve asked the guy out.
“Fuck fuck fuck, was that what this was?” he muttered low, reaching the door to his apartment.
He sighed heavily.
He had completely forgotten he was even on a call before that encounter, and as Sand dropped his groceries onto the floor inside, he picked his phone up and called Nick again.
“I’m sorry I left you hanging, I just stumbled on that guy I was telling you about” Sand sighed again and headed out to his balcony, already fishing out his packet of cigarettes from his back pocket.
“It’s fate, Sand!” Nick yelled on the phone. Sand groaned, “so, is he really that gorgeous or have you finally gone insane, my friend?” Nick asked. He groaned louder.
“He’s even hotter than I remembered, fuck me ” he took a drag of his cigarette as he let out the smoke, “I think he flirted with me? I don’t know, but I wish I could ask him out, fucking dammit” he mumbled.
“What the fuck is even stopping you?”
“How would I even do that?!”
“How you always ask any other person out! You reach out to them and go ‘hey wanna grab a drink?’ you’ve never been a stranger to hookups” Nick reasoned.
“Yeah but I’ve never heard any of those strangers moaning loudly at ass in the morning before, and I never knocked angrily on their door - barefoot and shirtless, I might add! - begging for them to stop” Sand took another drag of his cigarette as he looked outside.
The guy was so hot, Sand had no idea how he was even supposed to deal with that. If he was completely honest, he almost missed his neighbour’s moans late at night, now that he knew what he looked like and he was sure the man wasn’t just a product of his imagination.
Nick laughed on the phone and Sand told him to fuck off as he hung up.
That night when Sand went to bed, his brain wouldn’t stop picturing scenarios of how it would be if he invited the guy downstairs to go out for a drink. Would he get all dolled up and look as beautiful as he looked while he held out the door for Sand? Would he smell that sweet? And about that, was it perfume or was it just him? Sand was halfway onto the next possibility when he drifted off.
After so many days of peaceful slumbers, he was woken up again at two in the morning, by the same noise that had been nagging at him for the past couple of weeks. This time, instead of getting angry at it, Sand just turned on his back and looked up at his ceiling, deciding to pay attention to it.
The moans were as loud as ever, but it seemed like there was something… Different to them. They sounded plaintive, whinier.
Once again, Sand wondered if perhaps he was hallucinating things and this was how he always sounded like but Sand was just too pissed to care before, or if there was, in fact, a change.
Having a face and a body to the sounds now, Sand couldn’t help but wonder, imagination wild as he let it feed off of it.
What was he even doing to sound like that? Was he just jerking off? Would that be enough to elicit such lovely mewls? Did he have toys? A plug? A dildo? Was he riding it? Or did he prefer to just finger himself?
Oh god, Sand wasn’t even sure if the guy was straight or not.
But Sand was also sure that he had felt something coming from him.
There was tension between them, he knew it, he felt it and he couldn’t deny it.
He could swear on his pinky that the guy was looking at him suggestively that afternoon at the entrance hall. As Nick had mentioned, Sand was no stranger to hookups, therefore he could easily recognise the smooth but there glances. The guy was looking him up and down, and of that Sand was sure he wasn’t imagining anything; it was more than just wishful thinking.
The moaning changed from staccato “ah ah ah’s” to more drawn-out wails. It felt like whatever he was doing felt progressively better like he couldn’t get enough of it, like it was hitting just the right spot.
It ended way too soon, with one loud shout. Sand could almost feel it inside of him, the pleasure that had built up to that release.
He felt his dick rock hard, but he refused to do anything about it while sneakily listening to the neighbour getting off.
Sand turned on his side, uncomfortably adjusted his boner, and tried not to hump his pillow as he did his hardest to go back to sleep.
The morning after, the tiredness of a night poorly slept was there, but there was also a weird excitement running through his veins. Sand wasn’t sure why, but now he wanted more than ever to invite the gorgeous neighbour out.
Sand went to class and to work, all while thinking about the pretty man downstairs. He spent the whole day building up the courage to knock on his door when he went back home. The worst that could happen was to get a no, right? The worst that could happen was rejection, nothing else.
He walked up the stairs and instead of skipping up to his floor, he stopped at the neighbour’s door, flashes of that one night coming back in full force. He could see him standing there in his oversized shirt, sweaty, flushed, beautiful and delectable. Sand felt a shiver down his spine at the thought and he willed himself to calm the fuck down before taking a deep breath and finally knocking on the door.
He waited for a beat. Two.
No response.
Sand knocked again, he even approached his ear to the door to make out if there was any noise coming from inside, and nothing. He figured the guy wasn’t home, so he just headed upstairs.
Of course, Sand was bummed out, but he tried to not let it affect him too much. He would just try again the next day.
Not long after, he was woken up by the moans, a smile already spreading as he snuggled his face on his pillow when he felt his dick fattening up inside his loose shorts. He was still not fully awake, but his body warmed up instantly.
Same as the previous night, the moans sounded whiny and plaintive, as if the guy was desperate and whatever was happening just wasn’t enough, not yet at least. Sand slowly started to move his hips, following the sound and rhythm of the noises, willing his erection to rub across the sheets.
When suddenly he was hit by a bolt of embarrassment for jerking to it.
Sand whined into his pillow and stopped trying to rub one off on the mattress.
The sounds that were oh-so-sweet became almost torturous as Sand’s imagination ran the wildest it had so far and he started picturing the guy in various states of undressed and turned on.
Sand imagined him riding a dildo, desperately trying to hit his prostate over and over again. He could picture sweat running down his neck, as his soft skin turned a pretty shade of pink with exertion from his bouncing, cock slapping against his stomach with each up-and-down motion.
Or perhaps he was lying on his side, a pillow in the middle of his legs as he thrust into it, chasing the high, similarly to what Sand had been doing just seconds before when he rubbed himself on his sheets. Maybe the guy enjoyed playing with his nipples, maybe he preferred just having a plug inside while he fisted his hard cock fast, leaking precome steadily.
Sand reached his limit when he imagined him on all fours, ass up, as he pumped three fingers inside, crooking them to reach that one spot inside, drooling on the pillow as he moaned louder, coming untouched. Sand finally ignored any embarrassment he felt and turned on his back, pulled his shorts down his ankles, and finally held his dick as he started masturbating so fast it almost hurt.
He focused on the wails coming from downstairs and he whined along with it. He wasn’t loud, Sand had always been more of a talker during sex rather than a moaner, but he whimpered as he fisted his cock, using the precome that leaked from the head to spread it over and ease the glide. The moans grew higher in pitch, practically pitful when suddenly Sand heard a “ please faster, faster ” in a begging tone.
The guy had never spoken before, so this was new. New and impossibly hot.
Sand groaned as he kicked off his shorts, planted his feet on the bed and thrust upwards into his hand, the noises growing impossibly louder, “ I’m so close, almost there- ” the voice moaned and Sand couldn’t help but mumble a soft and low “me too”.
He heard a shout and, as if conditioned to it, Sand came all over himself, shooting his seed on his stomach and chest, reaching up to his chin. He threw his head back as he kept pumping his cock, feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm running through his bloodstream. He was suddenly aware of his skin sticking to the covers, sweat running down his forehead, body warm to the touch.
Sand was breathing fast, legs finally relaxing on the bed, shaft spent and flagging. He blinked upwards at his ceiling, reality hitting him as the only sound he could hear now were his own laboured breaths. He glanced down and saw the streaks of pearly white covering his torso. He picked up his phone and checked the time, 03:15 am. Laughter bubbled up, he felt pathetic out of a sudden.
Jerking off to the neighbour moaning, that was a new low even for him.
He thought of simply cleaning off the excess come, but Sand felt gross in more ways than he could express, so he headed to the shower, turning the water as cold as he could handle.
When he laid back down, he realised he was thoroughly fucked.
Sleep didn’t come at all that night, despite how relaxed he felt after his orgasm, but that was entirely what made him so agitated. He was obsessed, he couldn’t stop thinking about the guy downstairs, and masturbating to him was one step beyond whatever Sand had ever done in his life before.
He reached two conclusions in his sleep-deprived, orgasm-induced stupor: first of all, he couldn’t do that again. He just couldn’t. Sand had more dignity than to touch himself to strangers having sex nearby. To watch porn was one thing, but this, he felt almost perverted doing it. And second of all, he needed to ask the guy out.
Sand needed the closure, whatever that might be.
He either needed a ‘ no’ straight to his face and then he’d ask the guy politely to, once again, please just keep it down, or he would get his cock sucked, and that was infinitely better than just lying down beating his meat to the neighbour’s sex noises.
The next day, when he came back from work, he tried knocking again to no avail. Sand felt defeated and he was starting to think that maybe he wasn’t supposed to do it, after all.
He texted Nick that this might be a sign from the universe, that he shouldn’t invite the guy out. Nick texted him back calling him a fucking moron and to “maybe try knocking at another time, dumbass, he might work at those hours”.
Sand didn’t even try falling asleep that night, he just laid in bed and scrolled through his phone, waiting. He knew that it would happen again, knew the moaning was just about to start, anytime now.
And like clockwork, of course, it did.
Around two in the morning. Loud as always. Whiny as always. Desperate as always. And Sand’s body just reacted to it on its own by now, cock growing hard the more his neighbour wailed.
When a thought struck him out of the blue…
What if, this time, the sounds had started again so often because the guy finally had someone with him? What if this wasn’t just a solo show anymore?
His blood ran cold.
Sand perked up his ears, trying to decipher if there was any other sound besides the usual voice, but he couldn’t pick up on anything. He tried listening for the bed banging on the wall, but there was also no such thing.
What if the person who was with him was as silent as Sand was while in bed? What if they also settled for whispering sweet nothings in his ear, while watching him shiver?
Sand’s brain couldn’t help but go places he didn’t want to go and the intrusive thoughts won.
Was he getting fucked? Or was he doing the fucking? Was he having sex with a guy or a woman? Was the person with him treating him right? Marking him up, the way Sand would? Was this person making him delirious, the way Sand would try? By the sounds of it, he was enjoying it. And Sand did notice something different lately…
His heart raced as he got out of his bed and ran to the door. He couldn’t go on like this anymore, he needed to do something. He needed to know. Sand figured this was just curiosity gnawing at him, but there was something uglier there too, something unusual that had no right to be there.
He didn’t want to call it by its name, but Sand had a hunch he was almost jealous. He chuckled humourlessly, as he walked down the stairs.
He knocked once. Twice. He made sure to do it hard enough so it was loud and would surely reach the bedroom.
Sand just decided to keep knocking to make sure he’d get a response. Unlike the last times he’d been there for the past days, this time he heard footsteps inside and they sounded hurried as if whoever was coming to the door was running.
He was mid-knock, his hand in the air and as the door opened widely and memories of the last time this had happened came rushing in, because what was in front of him now was similar and also so distinct, somehow even better.
Sand didn’t know what this guy had done that it felt different, but he looked- fuck, he looked delicious. Sand could eat him whole if he’d let him.
Once again, he wore a t-shirt but this one looked much shorter and thinner than the other one, it barely reached his thighs. His tanned skin was glowing with what looked like a sheen layer of sweat. His lips were full and red as if they had been bitten over and over. The guy’s eyes were wide and glossy, he looked almost blissed out by whatever he had been doing.
Sand swallowed dry, his heart almost beating out of his chest with the force of it.
He forced himself to speak.
“Listen, I’m sure you’re having a great tim-” he never got to finish his sentence.
The guy pulled him inside while he simultaneously murmured “ thank god, I thought you’d never get here, I was worried I would scream myself hoarse”.
Sand was struck by the guy closing the distance between them and kissing him hard on the lips, his hands flying to Sand’s neck and hair, pulling him in.
“I- what?” Sand asked, flabbergasted, amidst dropped kisses to his cheeks and jaw.
Before he could get another word out, the guy crashed into him again, pulling harder, his body all over Sand. After the initial shock, Sand finally reacted by groaning into the kiss, reciprocating the palpable desperation. He opened his lips, allowing the guy’s tongue to reach inside and entwine with his own, soft and minty. Sand’s hands found purchase on the man’s small waist, palms squeezing when he heard a small gasp.
The guy only pulled back enough to look up at Sand; that’s when Sand realised he had been on his tiptoes to be able to kiss him thoroughly.
He felt his head spinning.
“I’ve been waiting for you to knock on my door again” he kissed Sand’s face, trailing down to his neck, “what took you so long this time?” he kissed back up to Sand’s lips, wet open-mouthed pecks. As Sand was about to pull him by the neck so they could talk less and go back to fully sucking each other’s faces out, the man pulled back wide-eyed, almost scared, as he stared at Sand, “Unless…? I read you wrong?” his cheeks grew flushed and he slowly stepped back, “I thought maybe you-” this was Sand’s turn crash into him by pulling him back against his body.
Sand sneaked his hands into his hair and kissed him hard, opening his mouth, wet and dirty, craving him.
He felt the man relaxing in his arms and getting down from his tiptoes again as Sand’s hands ran on his body, reaching down past the hem of his shirt to feel bare skin. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Sand whimpered as he squeezed both his asscheeks, peachy soft and juicy, and the guy moaned inside his mouth.
He pulled back to take a breath when Sand started to spread kisses all over his neck, tasting the salt on his skin from the sweat pooling up.
“You read right,” he murmured by his ear as he bit the lobe gently and sucked the metal hoop into his mouth, Sand heard him gasping, “fuck you’re so -” he whispered as the guy kissed his lips again, before pushing him back briefly.
Before Sand could worry over it, the man moved just enough to close the door behind them. He grabbed Sand’s hand and pulled him, walking backwards towards his bedroom. He looked at Sand with hooded eyes, doing an ounce over his body as he bit his bottom lip.
As if he could barely contain himself.
As if he couldn’t wait to pounce on Sand and eat him whole.
Sand would let him.
“You’ve been driving me insane lately, I swear to god,” Sand told him, voice low and laced with desire, he couldn’t stop staring at the man’s body, his small waist and toned thighs, so perfectly smooth all over. He also noticed that his ass peeked out from under his shirt and Sand felt himself salivating.
“I’ve been driving myself insane too, never jerked off so much to a guy I had only seen twice in my life” he giggled breathlessly as he reached over and kissed Sand on the lips.
Sand was rock hard and, as far as he could tell, the man was as hard as him, his cock poking at his hip. He pulled Sand’s shirt and shorts off, lazily throwing them onto the floor. When they reached his room, he fell on the bed and pulled Sand along with him, on top of his body. Sand couldn’t keep his hands off him, squeezing his ass, kissing wherever he could reach. He noticed he smelled just as sweet as he did that day when he held the door for Sand, but now that his nose was buried in his neck and he could breathe in deeply, the warmth of his skin made it even better, Sand felt dizzy on it.
The guy started moving his hips, barely holding back from grinding his dick on Sand’s stomach. He buried his hands in his hair and pulled, whimpering when Sand bit his neck. He tried to pull his own shirt over his head so he could take it off, but Sand held his hand in place, stopping him from it. He looked up, eyes questioning.
“Keep it, I’ve been dreaming of fucking you just like this” Sand pulled the shirt back down to emphasize it and the guy grinned at him, nibbling him on the lips before licking his way inside, wetter than before.
They kept kissing, hands exploring, Sand’s fingers skimming across his skin, pulling his thigh and hooking it on his hip. The position allowed both their cocks to grind against each other and they let out twin moans of pleasure. Sand moved his hand back to the guy’s ass, pulling him against his body as he thrust forward, encouraging him to grind down.
“Just like that, yeah” he heard him moaning as he threw his head back. They were both already leaking at the head, trails of precome left behind on bare skin.
Sand’s fingers reached between his cheeks, temptingly touching his entrance. His rim was wet, and Sand shivered, realising he had most likely prepped already. He kissed the man’s neck and took a quick look around, eyes landing on his bedside table.
Sand could see a bottle of lube halfway finished, and some toys scattered such as a couple of plugs, a dildo and a vibrator.
Curiosity sparkled within as he pressed the pad of his finger on the guy’s entrance, just applying gentle pressure. He felt his body tremble as he let out a gasp of pleasure, trying to push back.
“Have you been using any toys, baby?” he questioned, as he dropped a kiss on his shoulder, while he pressed his finger again, further this time, breaching the rim, getting just the tip inside. The man moaned.
“No, no toys, just fingers” he looked back at Sand, eyes slightly unfocused. The was a sparkle and he smiled mischievously “I wanted to feel you stretching me open” he whispered, making Sand groan, inching his finger deeper inside of him as he kissed him again. Sand couldn’t get enough of his taste on his tongue.
“I need to get inside you now or else I won’t last” Sand admitted as soon as he pulled back and chuckled lowly, “sorry” he scrunched up his nose as the guy looked at him and grinned.
“It’s fine, I’m on the edge too,” he replied as he moved his hips back, forcing Sand to finger him deeper, “I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention to me, but I’ve been touching myself for a while before you arrived,” he reached behind where two of Sand’s fingers were inside of him, slowly pumping, and he pulled his hand away “no need for more, I’m ready, just get your cock in me,” he said as he looked into Sand’s eyes.
If he didn’t fuck him immediately, Sand might as well explode.
Sand pulled back enough to kneel on the bed while taking a deep breath. The guy turned and laid on his back, pulling his shirt up slightly, showing his stomach, precome leaked all over it. He had a thin layer of hair above his cock and his happy trail was also smeared wet. His dick was thick and a bit shorter than Sand’s, angry red from being hard for way too long.
Gorgeous.
“Condoms?” Sand asked as he pumped his dick a couple of times to take the edge off. He noticed the guy was staring at it and he licked his lips. He mindlessly just nodded towards his bedside table where Sand could see a couple of packets strewn over it and he reached to grab one.
The man did not once take his eyes off Sand.
As he rolled the condom down his shaft, he saw the guy pumping his cock too, looking just as painfully hard as he was.
When, suddenly, it hit him.
“What’s your name, by the way?” Sand asked.
The guy laughed, and Sand couldn’t help but chuckle along with him. It was comical that it had been this long and they hadn’t asked such a basic question yet. He was about to fuck him and still didn’t know his name.
“It’s Ray, but I prefer that ‘baby’ you just called me.” Ray winked at Sand and smirked, “what about yours?” he asked back and that earned a smile in return.
“Mine’s Sand, feel free to moan it as loud as you can, Ray” he then smirked too. Ray opened his legs as Sand got closer to him, in between them. He grabbed one of Ray’s pillows from above him on the bed and positioned it under Ray’s lower back so he’d be more comfortable.
“Is it okay like this? Or do you want it some other way?” Sand questioned as he positioned himself. Whichever position Ray chose was enough, if Sand was honest. All he needed was just to be inside of him. While Ray adjusted the pillow underneath, Sand grabbed the lube and slathered his cock with it, throwing the bottle to the side.
“Like this is just perfect,” Ray said as he linked his legs behind Sand’s back, when he finally pushed inside, moaning in relief. Ray had rolled his eyes all the way back when he mumbled “-wanna kiss you,” as Sand bottomed out.
Sand complied and Ray buried his hands in his hair whilst Sand waited for him to get used to his girth. While they were at it, more tongue than lips, Sand tested the waters and moved his hips in a small circle. When Ray moaned and shivered against him, he knew he was good to go.
Sand held Ray’s thighs firmly against his hips while thrusting inside him hard and deep. It felt so deliriously good that Sand was close already, even though they had just started. Ray was tight and warm and his body responded to Sand’s every touch, like there was electricity between them. He had to settle for a slower rhythm, but it was fine because he could focus on going deep, searching for the spot inside Ray that’d make him wail like Sand had heard him before.
Finally, finally, he was the one causing the moaning he had heard for so many nights, except now it was all for him and he knew exactly what Ray was doing to voice out his pleasure beautifully like that.
For several moments, Sand was surprised that Ray wasn’t as absurdly loud as he thought he was whenever Sand heard him from his room, but that’s when he remembered Ray’s comment of “screaming himself hoarse”. Sand was sure that, at least the past couple of nights, when he thoroughly believed there was something different in Ray’s moans, he was right; it was all a show for him and him only.
He pulled back only enough to look at Ray’s face, there was sweat dripping down, his eyes were glossy and one of his hands was still lost in Sand’s hair, gripping and pulling, while the other held onto Sand’s hip tightly, as he pistoned in and out of him. His mouth was open and his lips were swollen. He was even more gorgeous than Sand had ever seen him before, with his cheeks blushing a pretty pink. Sand bit lightly on his lower lip and sucked into his mouth, Ray whimpered, eyes rolling out. Sand then saw a droplet of sweat rolling down the column of his neck and he had to taste it, so he licked it off his skin. That earned him a soft plea of “ Sand ”, stuttered out.
His name coming out of Ray’s mouth in a blissful breath like that almost threw him over the edge. He buried his face in his neck and moaned back “Ray, you’re too much ” he felt Ray’s hand moving from his hip down to his ass, as he pulled, forcing Sand deeper inside.
Sand moaned again.
The slap of skin grew more intense among their noises, Sand was minutely thrusting harder inside Ray and he knew exactly when he hit his prostate when he felt Ray’s nails digging into his skin, crying out a series of “ there there there ”. Ray pitifully tried moving his hips along with Sand to get him deeper, uncoordinated and desperate.
Sand was close but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough, he needed - he needed something. He looked down on Ray’s body, the t-shirt crumpled and bundled up around his waist. He instinctively pulled on it, when he realised what was it that he wanted.
On a whim, he pulled back entirely from and out of Ray, leaving him confused. Ray groaned his displeasure as he stared widely at him.
“What-” Before Ray could ask what was going on, Sand pulled his waist down, manhandling him and flipping him over, pushing his head on his pillow and pulling his ass up so that he was kneeling on the bed. Realising what had happened, Ray moaned an excited “yeah, Sand, take me” when Sand pushed back inside of him, dropping down to leave a kiss on his lower back before straightening back up and thrusting urgently into him.
He fisted Ray’s shirt into his hand as he pulled it, bunching it up around his waist, marking the perfect curve of it. Ray raised his arms in front of himself, getting on all fours as he glanced at Sand, finally able to move his hips back to meet his thrusts midway, the rhythm growing impossibly fast.
“Just like that, keep fucking me just like that ” Ray wailed, as Sand angled his hips just right and hit his prostate over and over.
Sand noticed that the header in Ray’s bed was hitting the wall behind it, a rhythmic and loud thud resonating with every bang. The irony of it didn’t go unnoticed, as he almost laughed at it thinking that, if he was upstairs in his room and he was hearing this, he’d probably be so mad he’d come downstairs again so he could yell at the neighbours. Only now, well, he was the noise.
The turntables.
He felt Ray moving his hand under him to fist at his neglected cock, which bounced with the force of his thrusts. Sand slapped it away and took it upon himself to jerk Ray to completion.
“I’m close, Ray,” he whimpered as he felt the tell-tale spasming of white-hot pleasure spreading across his lower stomach, “come for me, baby” Sand pleaded as he thrust once, twice, and came inside the tight wonderful heat that was Ray’s body. His orgasm hit him so hard that his eyes went dark for a second. He grunted as he fell over Ray’s back, his hand jacking him even faster and he heard it before he felt it, Ray shouting - like always - as he came all over the sheets underneath him.
Ray’s legs gave out and he collapsed on his front on the dirty covers, Sand falling on top of his body, still inside him. Only then he realised he was still fisting up Ray’s shirt and he let it loose. They were both breathing hard while slowly coming back to themselves.
Ray moved from under him, Sand knew that his weight must not have been comfortable so he extricated himself from Ray. He laid on Ray’s side and pulled the condom off, tied it and dropped it to the floor on his side; he’d clean it up later. Sand could feel his entire body wobbly, melting on the bed.
On his side, Ray sat just enough to pull his shirt off. The fabric was stretched, there was a small hole on the side and Sand was unsure whether that was already there or if he was the one that had caused the rip. It looked drenched, and Ray slightly shook it in front of Sand’s face while he laid back down.
“Well, you ruined this” he giggled before throwing the shirt over to the other side of the bed, onto the floor.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice I was pulling it so much” Sand apologised when he suddenly felt Ray snuggling up to him, throwing his leg over his thighs, his arm on his middle and he laid his head on his chest.
Sand was literally inside Ray just a minute ago, but this somehow was even more intimate than whatever they had just done.
His heartbeat sped up as something in Sand felt warm and fuzzy, some type of unbridled happiness and a weird sense of belonging, so he circled his arm around Ray, pulled him even closer to his body and dropped a kiss at the top of his head.
They lay there cuddling, the sweat cooling off on their skin, Ray still had his come all over himself and neither couldn’t care less.
“Who would’ve thought being a loud piece of shit would grant me such amazing sex, huh” Ray mumbled, half muffled by Sand’s chest, but he heard it anyway. He chuckled lowly.
“Well, and who would have thought that sleep deprivation would also lead me to such great ass” Sand sneaked his hand lower and squeezed Ray’s asscheek, earning another giggle from him as well as a light smack on his shoulder.
“I was so confused when you showed up at my door that night,” Ray admitted, lying back down on Sand’s chest, “I know I just joked about it, but I truly had no clue I was being so loud,” his fingers started tracing random shapes on Sand’s skin, “I was very stressed that week because of the whole moving apartments, so I was just putting on my headphones and turning up some porn as loud as I could”.
Sand thought back to the first couple of times he heard Ray’s moans. He hummed, thoughtful.
“I tried many things before I knocked on your door, to be completely honest“ Ray looked up at him, eyes curious, “I tried to ignore it, I tried stomping my foot and even screaming from my balcony, but nothing would stop you,” Ray scrunched up his nose and smiled, as he dropped an apologetic kiss to Sand’s chest, “at some point I thought you were doing it on purpose to piss me off, that’s why I was so mad when I came over” Sand laughed, admitting the truth to which Ray shook his head at him, laughing along.
“I’m glad you did, even though that first time was a bit scary and quite shocking” Ray snuggled even closer to Sand’s body. Sand felt their skin rubbing together, his cock perking up in interest, “also, that day at the entrance hall, I wanted to have asked for your number or maybe straight up asked you out for a drink, but then I chickened out” Ray buried his face in Sand’s neck when he said it, seemingly embarrassed for it.
Sand was momentarily ecstatic at the confession; he was finally sure that Ray was hoping for something that day, the tension between them real.
“Same with me!” he exclaimed, squeezing Ray’s waist in response, “I wasn’t even sure you were into guys at that point” Ray pulled back at that and stared at Sand’s face with an amused smile, Sand could feel the silent ‘ really?! ’ coming from him “I mean, I had a hunch, but you never know. I would’ve asked you out either way, the worst I could get was a no” Ray buried his face back in Sand’s neck and dropped a kiss there, “Actually, I tried doing it, I knocked on your door another couple of times, but you were never home when I was” Sand felt his cheeks heating up with the admittance, but Ray just looked surprised, his head perking back up from the crook of Sand’s neck.
“Really?” Ray hummed, pursing his lips in thought, “Usually, I work night shifts at the hostel I manage together with my friends, that must’ve been why” he pondered, Sand just hummed back.
Ray kept dropping small kisses all over Sand’s neck and chest. It didn’t feel like he was leading up to anything, but Sand was slightly turned on but very sated, nonetheless. His hand around Ray’s waist would caress his skin, squeezing now and then. He couldn’t get enough of his softness.
“So…” Ray mumbled after a while of comfortable silence.
“So what”
“When are you going to officially ask me out, then?” Ray rested his head up on his hand, as he stared at Sand, a devilish smile growing on his face.
“Why me? I already knocked on your door twice!” Sand argued, going for incredulous but he had a smile of his own on his lips, “Wait, no, I knocked on your door four times! Four!” he motioned the number with his hand as he concluded his spiel.
“Not fair! I wasn’t home at two of those, so they aren’t even valid!” Ray argued back, wide-eyed and shocked, still smiling. Sand just shrugged it off and said nothing else. Ray waited for a moment when he rolled his eyes out, giving in “ Fine, I can do it.”
Sand grinned widely.
Ray’s face changed completely, his eyes became hooded and he licked his lips while looking down at Sand.
“Hey, handsome,” he started overly flirtatious, Sand giggled as Ray continued “Would a hottie like you like to have dinner with a gorgeous man like me?” he asked, tone sultry and sensual. He dropped an open-mouthed kiss on Sand’s shoulder, “we can eat someplace nice and then go back to yours, I might have a surprise for you if you say yes” he finished as he kissed his way to Sand’s nipple, teeth grazing lightly over it before he sucked the nub into his mouth.
Sand could feel Ray slowly grinding his hardening cock on the side of his hip, his hand squeezing his asscheek harder.
“Well, with an invitation like this, how could I say no to you?” Sand replied as he felt Ray finally moving enough so he was on top of him, sitting on his stomach. He felt his dick hardening instantly. Ray bent down and kept kissing Sand’s neck and chest, giving it a few sucks that Sand was sure would bruise, “but I think we shouldn’t go back to mine, if I am honest” Sand muttered, slowly getting lost in pleasure as he threw his head back, exposing his neck so Ray could keep on biting and kissing him.
Ray stopped all ministrations to look at him, face suddenly void of emotions.
“Why not?” his tone sounded confused and wary.
Sand waited for a beat when he finally smirked up at Ray.
“Well, you see, every night my downstairs neighbour is annoyingly loud,” he emphasized it with a roll of his eyes, “I think you might hate it” Sand saw the moment the frown on Ray’s face disappeared and his expression turned into recognition when he realised what Sand was talking about.
Ray smacked his shoulder once more and Sand let out a laugh. Ray bent down and kissed him dirty, as they started yet another round of much overdue love-making.