EP4 | The Neighbour Across The Hall (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

I was so nervous, and I knew it was stupid. We were standing outside Benjy’s flat, waiting for him to come to the door. Will was in a good mood; he thought it would be a fun night. I was stressed. I knew Benjy and Will were texting; it seemed to be since Will had gone over to help him with his water issue… But I hadn’t realised they were still texting. Just because they are texting doesn't mean it's anything bad. I really do trust that Will wouldn't be flirting or doing anything inappropriate with Benjy; he's just not like that. So even if Benjy is trying it on, it doesn't matter. My boyfriend will not care. And as Will said, Benjy is just trying to make new friends, so maybe he is just being friendly with Will, and Will is being friendly back. Will is a very friendly and nice guy. I could just ask Will about the messages, but I didn’t want to seem like I was spying on him or that I didn’t trust him, because I did. 

All these thoughts were running through my head as we stood at the door of Benjy’s flat after we had just rung the doorbell, but I was trying to seem calm and happy.

Will looked at me and squeezed my hand.

“This will be fine. Just relax, baby,” he said, looking at me reassuringly.

I smiled back. Guess I wasn’t doing a good job of hiding my nerves. But I appreciated him saying that; it did make me feel better.

Then the door opened, and there was Benjy. He was wearing very tight-fitting jeans and an equally tight-fitting dark shirt. I had to admit he looked really hot. I felt the familiar stab of jealousy I always felt whenever I was around him. His clothes really showed off his toned body; you could see every muscle, and I am sure his ass looked good in those jeans. I purposely didn’t look at Will; I didn't want to see his reaction to Benjy’s outfit. I do trust him, but he is still a man, and there was no way he didn’t find Benjy hot at that moment. 

He smiled that huge smile he always seemed to have and grabbed me in a hug.

“Oh yeah, you made it! So glad to have you both for dinner!” he almost shouted.

He squeezed me tight, then let me go to grab Will for another big hug. Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt he hugged Will a little longer than me.

“Wow, you smell so good,” he said to Will as he released him from their embrace.

Will smiled. “Thanks, just showered,” he said, laughing. “And thanks for the invite. Very happy to come over.”

“Yeah, thanks for the invite. Really nice of you,” I said, trying to sound happy about it.

I handed him a bottle of wine we had brought over as our housewarming present.

“Sauvignon Blanc? My favourite! Come in, come in!” Benjy said, stepping aside to let us pass.

We walked down the corridor into his flat, which had the same layout as ours, just the other way around. We went into the living room and kitchen area. Like us, he had a dining table near the window and a sofa facing a TV on the wall to the side. He had decorated it nicely, with neutral tones, a few pieces of art, and some plants to add a homely feel. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I think, based on how outgoing and loud he was, his flat might be the same. I preferred what we had done to ours, but his was nice overall.

The dining table was laid out with dishes, cutlery, and wine glasses; there were even some candles. He had clearly made an effort, and I felt bad for being so judgemental towards him; he was just trying to make friends, and I should be more patient with him.

“It all looks so nice,” I said, trying to be friendly.

“Thanks! It still needs some work, and I have hidden the last boxes that still need unpacking, but it is getting there,” he said, smiling at me.

“Yeah, it’s looking good,” Will agreed.

“It looks a lot better than it did the last time you were here, Will; it was such a state then,” Benjy said.

I instantly bristled. I was sure he was referring to when Benjy helped with the water issue, but it still annoyed me.

Please both have a seat, and I will open some wine. I have some in the fridge for now, then we can open yours after,” he said as he went over to the kitchen.

Will and I went and sat on the sofa, and a few moments later Benjy came over with our glasses of wine. He held up his glass, and we did the same.

“Here’s to new beginnings with new friends”, Benjy said.

We all cheered each other and sipped. Benjy sat on a small chair near the sofa.

“Tell me all about you guys. I am dying to know everything. You should know I am very nosy,” he said, smiling.

I was glad when Will took the lead; he told Benjy all about how we met at university and had been together ever since. He very sweetly talked about how it was love at first sight for him. That made me feel really good. And he talked about how this was our first place together, and we were so excited to be here and start our life together. He held my hand as he talked. I loved that he knew I needed a bit more support tonight, and he made sure to give it to me. I was so lucky to have him.

The conversation flowed really well. One thing about Benjy is that it is not hard to have a conversation with him because he loves to talk. He also asks a lot of questions and seems genuinely interested. I started to think maybe this was someone we could be friends with. I had finished my first glass of wine, maybe drinking a bit too quickly, but I felt I needed a bit of extra courage. Benjy noticed and quickly topped us all up.

He talked about how he had just come out of a bad breakup and had decided, somewhat spontaneously, to move to another city and buy a flat. He got a new job and found this place. So, it really was a fresh start for him. But he said he is like that as a person; once he sets his mind to something, he just does it, and there is no stopping him.

Again, I felt it must be my overactive imagination, but I couldn’t help but think he was looking straight at Will with a very intense look when he said that. I shook the thought from my mind; I was being silly again.

Benjy suggested we move to the dining table for dinner, so we all did. It was a small table, so we sat quite close together. Benjy served lasagne with garlic bread and salad; it was really good. I found myself annoyed again that he can cook, too. Is there anything this incredibly attractive twink can’t do?

But again, dinner was fun. We drank more wine and chatted, and I found myself having a really good time. Will was laughing and joking around, too. I had been so wrong about tonight, and I kept thinking about Benjy. Yes, he is a bit much sometimes, and maybe a bit flirty with Will, but my Will is hot, so can I blame him? But he is also very nice, and he's made a lot of effort for us, so I should give him the benefit of the doubt.

I also found myself getting a bit drunk. Benjy had been topping up our drinks all night, and I was really starting to feel it. I also needed a wee. I asked where the toilet was, and Benjy pointed down the hall. It was the same as our flat, of course. I got up and felt myself wobble a little; I was drunk.

I made my way down the corridor, leaving Benjy and Will still talking and laughing.

In the bathroom, I quickly pulled out my cock and started peeing. As I did, I looked around Benjy’s bathroom; he had a lot of products everywhere. I finished peeing and washed my hands, but then I gave in to temptation and had a quick look around. I opened some drawers to see what was inside. The first one was normal, with a hairdryer, but the second drawer was a lot more interesting. There were some bottles of lube, poppers, a few dildos, and some sex toys I had never seen before. I wondered if he kept them all in here instead of his bedroom, or if this was even more and he had some in his bedroom too. 

I closed the drawer and left the bathroom, making my way down the corridor. It was only as I got lost that I realised I no longer heard any talking or laughing. I listened and could hear what sounded like hushed voices, whispering. I stepped into the living room and saw Benjy leaning into Will. He had his hand on Will’s legs and his face was very close to Will’s. He was talking very quietly and looked serious. I couldn't see Will's face. It felt like I was disturbing an intimate moment.

As I walked closer to the table, Benjy saw me and his face instantly changed, he smiled his bog s, smiled at me and sat back quickly, removing his hand from Will's thigh.

“Well, there he is! Find the bathroom, ok?” he said, acting like nothing had been happening.

“Yeah, you guys ok?” I asked, almost starting to doubt what I thought I saw.

Will turned to me and smiled.

“All good, baby, I was just saying it is probably time for us to go. It’s getting late,” Will said as he got up.

I wasn’t sure if I imagined it or not, but I was sure he adjusted his crotch as he did.

“Oh well, it’s been so great to have you both come over, we must do this again soon!” Benjy also said as he was getting up.

I was too drunk to think straight, so I just agreed, and we all said our goodbyes, and then Will and I went back to our place.

It all happened so fast at the end, I felt I didn’t have time to process what I think I saw, and I felt like it was nothing happened and we had just had a good night.

-

Lying in bed that night as Will slept next to me, I kept replaying it in my head, Benjy’s hand on Will's thigh, his face inches from his as he whispered something.

Is that what had happened?

Was I overthinking it?

The worst part was, as I thought about it…I got hard. Really hard.

I imagined Benjy leaning in and kissing Will, and Will kissing him back…and it made me so horny.

I pushed the thought from my mind and rolled over to get to sleep. I hoped in the morning I would have more clarity over all this.

But my dreams were full of Benjy…and Will.