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I finished tidying up once everyone was gone—I didn’t like leaving mess—and hoped Ewen was going to stay quiet for the rest of the night. I was tired after socialising all evening, and I’d told Hector we’d possibly be able to do a test run of streaming the matches online this weekend. He’d gotten really excited, his pupils practically turning into dollar signs, and hurried off to tell Taylor he could start getting ready to promote the new pay-per-view service.

Which meant work was going to be super busy for the next few days, because I didn’t want to fuck it up and tell my boss that things were delayed. I had to get it right. I wasn’t overly worried though. I knew what I was doing, and I wasn’t stupid enough to make false promises when it came to my work. If anyone ended up delaying things, it would be the camera guy, not me. I didn’t make mistakes.

I was feeling calm and relaxed as I padded out of the bathroom after a long, hot shower. The street outside was quiet—Ewen still behaving himself for some unknown reason—aside from a dog barking somewhere in the distance. Everything was already locked up and turned off downstairs, and as I made my way to my bedroom, I flicked off the hallway light and absently glanced out the window.

It looked onto the side of Ewen’s house, and I found myself stopping when I saw a light on in his living room on the lower floor. He never bothered to close his blinds fully, so through the open slats I could see him slouched on the couch with his severed head in his lap. Probably watching TV or something.

Then my vision wavered slightly in shock when I realised he was naked.

And then, a second after that, I realised that his head was actually…

I sucked in a breath so fast I choked, my fingers clenching tight around the towel at my hips.

Is he…?

He was.

Holy shit, he was.

He was sucking his own dick.

Chapter Five

He’s Doing What?

Rafe

My neighbour was naked on his couch sucking his own dick.

His head was clasped between his hands, and he was slowly moving it up and down over his lap. My eyes grew painfully wide when I saw his mouth slide up to the head of his cock, which was flushed and shiny with spit, before he lowered it again. His headless body shuddered, thighs twitching. His nipples were stiff. His biceps flexed every time he lazily plunged his severed head back down his length. Right to the base. Taking all of it.

He was deepthroating himself.

Holy crap. Oh my fucking god.

I finally realised I was still staring and stumbled back from the window as heat rushed to my face. Swivelling on my heel, I powerwalked into the bedroom and yanked the curtains across my windows, blocking out the night. And the neighbour’s house.

My heart was pounding as I hurriedly shoved on my pyjamas, and my face grew even hotter when I realised my dick was half-hard. What the fuck?

I didn’t like dudes. And I definitely didn’t like Ewen.

It’s just an involuntary response, I told myself, ignoring my cock as I pulled up my PJ bottoms. It just made you think of blowjobs. And how long it’s been since you’ve had one. That’s all.

Still feeling wildly off, I got into bed, set my alarms, and turned off the lamp. Then I lay there in the darkness staring up at the ceiling for a minute before slamming my eyes shut, telling myself to go to sleep.

They popped open again a few seconds later.

Was he still doing it?

I irritably rolled onto my side and curled up in a ball, my cock twitching as it pressed into my lower stomach. My legs shifted restlessly. It was too hot. I was warm and couldn’t get comfortable. Rolling onto my back with a huff, I stripped off my tee and pants, chucking them out of the bed. Then I shifted onto my front, buried my face in the pillow, and squeezed my eyes shut again.

The image of Ewen sucking his own dick instantly filled my head.

I wriggled around to try and clear the mental picture, my brow furrowing as I squeezed my eyes shut even harder. Usually I could just think of code and fall asleep quickly, but it wasn’t fucking working. The lines of code kept morphing into dicks.

My cock was throbbing against the mattress and I didn’t know why. I shifted my hips and inhaled sharply when my dick tingled with pleasure, dragging over the bottom sheet.

I knew it was keeping me awake. I knew I probably just needed to jerk off, and then I’d be able to go to sleep, but I couldn’t. I could not jerk off while Dan Ewen was sucking his own dick next door. While I was still fucking picturing it.