EP7 | The Neighbour Across The Hall (Patreon)

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

I couldn't focus at all at work that day. 

My head was a mess. Benjy wanted me to come over to his tonight. What was he gonna do? What was he gonna say? How much trouble was I in? Will was out that night at a work event, luckily. So it was gonna be easy to sneak over to Benjy's without him noticing.

I started to feel angry at Benjy. At the end of the day, Benjy is the one who left his door open while he was having loud sex. He could have just closed and locked his door. If he had, I wouldn’t be in this mess. But I knew I was in the wrong. I walked into his house. I spied on him through the gap in his door, watching him being fucked. That's a massive invasion of privacy, no matter which way you look at it. 

I couldn’t help but feel Benjy seemed to be enjoying himself when he saw me this morning. He seemed to enjoy the way I squirmed and looked nervous. I knew he was up to something. I just didn't know what, but considering he had already been flirting with my boyfriend, clearly had a crush on him, and now had trapped me in this situation, I was nervous.

I always had a bad feeling about Benjy, and I think I was right. To be fair, he could have gone to Will and even reported me to the building supervisor. Maybe we'd have been kicked out of our house. He didn't do any of that. He's asked to speak to me privately, so I guess that shows some goodwill, and I should be a bit happy about it.

As soon as it hit five, I left the office. Normally, I try to be good and work a little later, but today I just needed to get out of there. I was even tempted to say I was feeling ill during the day so I could get home early, but I decided to tough it out. Benji couldn't meet me until later anyway, so there was no point in going home and just sitting with my thoughts.

I got home as quickly as I could, went into my flat, and changed. I texted Will to say I was home, hoped he had a good work event, and walked over to Benjy’s.

I was so nervous I was almost shaking.

I knocked on the door and waited. There was no sound for a moment. Maybe he was out? Maybe he'd forgotten? Then I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching, and the door opened. There was Benji. He was topless, of course, and by then wasn't even surprised. He loved showing off his body. He was wearing baggy tracksuit bottoms. 

“Hey,” he said. “Glad you came. Come in.”

He turned and walked into the flat. I walked in, closed the door behind me, took off my shoes, and followed him into the living room.

To his credit, he grabbed a T-shirt and put it on, then sat on the sofa and tapped the seat beside him. 

“Come here, you. Let's talk,” he said, smiling that smile that now really annoyed me.

I sat down next to him on the sofa, but then he jumped up.

“Wait, this is going to need wine and maybe something even stronger. Luke, you and I are getting drunk together tonight. We have a lot to discuss,” he said as he headed to the kitchen.

“Um, it's a bit early, and I might have to head back home soon,” I said, lying.

“Don't be silly,” he said. “I know Will is out at a work event. You’ve got the whole night free, and we're hanging out, unless you want me to tell people what you’ve been up to?”

How did he know Will was at a work event? But dammit, he had me. I had to agree.

I had to do whatever he told me to do right now to avoid getting into any more trouble.

“OK, sure,” I said.

“Yay! Right, I remember you love white wine, sauvignon blanc,” he said as he pulled out two glasses and a bottle of wine.

He topped them up and then brought them over. They were very large glasses he had filled. He handed me mine and held up his glass.

“Come on then, let's have a toast to making new friends,” he said, winking at me.

Fuck it. After all the stress since I saw him being fucked and was busted, I felt I needed to be drunk. The day’s anxiety had really stressed me out. And it seemed that if I played along, Benjy wasn’t going to tell anyone, so I was going to do as I was told.

He sat back down beside me.

“So,” he said, "did you enjoy watching me get fucked?”

I nearly spat out the wine still in my mouth, but I managed to swallow it. He was so direct! I thought maybe we'd start slowly, or even pretend it never happened, but not Benjy. No, Benjy was direct. I'm learning that quickly about him.

“I, I'm so sorry about that. I don't know. I just heard some noise, and the door was open, and I came in, and suddenly I saw you, and I left.” I said.

Benjy was just looking at me, as if he was sizing me up.

“I left straight away,” I said.

“Liar,” he said, smiling.

“What?” I replied.

“You didn't leave straight away. You watched. You stayed for a couple of minutes. You enjoyed it,” he said.

I froze. I didn't know what to say, so I stayed silent.

He let out a big, hearty laugh.

“Oh my god, Luke, relax! Look, I'm a pretty kinky guy, and I'm sure you've heard me having sex before. I can be loud, and a lot of guys come over to fuck me,” he said.

He wasn’t wrong. I had heard him a lot. I had wanked over it a lot.

“I find it kind of hot that you snuck in and watched me. It's made you way more interesting. You’ve got a dark side, a kinky side. So I will let you off and promise not to tell anyone, on one condition,” he said.

I felt some relief. He won’t tell anyone… but what does he want?

“I want you to tell me why you snuck in and watched. But be honest, completely honest. I'll know if you're not,” he said. “And if you're not, I’ll tell everybody you perved on me while I was having sex. That you snuck into my flat and watched me, without my permission. Do you want anyone to find that out, Luke?” he said.

“No,” I replied.  

“Okay then. Tell me what it was that turned you on,” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I believed Benjy could tell if I was lying, but I couldn’t tell him the whole truth about my fantasies involving him and Will.

“I heard you having sex and was curious… that’s all,” I said.

“Bullshit,” he replied.

Fuck.

“Ok. I…thought it might be Will,” I said.

He smiled. “Now we're getting somewhere. Go on.”

“You’re hot. I mean, you know you are. I was a bit jealous, thought Will was into you, and you were into him. And so when I heard the sex noises and saw the door open, I got freaked out that it might be Will,”

Benjy was looking at me, as if he was deciding whether I was really telling the truth this time.

“And it’s stupid, because I totally trust Will. He would never cheat. Ever. But in that moment, I just…had to look,” I finished.

This felt close enough to the truth to maybe work. I was missing the part where, deep down, I was massively turned on by the idea that it was Will fucking him. Even when I was watching the random guy fuck Benjy, I was imagining it was Will. But I was not sharing that part. 

“Interesting. I know you're missing out on something, though,” he said, looking suspicious. “Did it excite you when you thought it might be Will? When you thought it might be your boyfriend fucking me?”

Fuck, you really can’t get anything past this guy.

“No, of course not. That's crazy. Look, Will and I are so good, and he's so loyal. He used to fuck around before we were together, but now we’re monogamous. And we have a great sex life. I'm sorry about what happened, but it won't ever happen again,” I said, trying to end this line of questioning.

Benjy rolled his eyes. “Ok, ok. Look, I promise not to tell anyone what happened. Your secret's safe with me. And it's good that we have secrets together now. It makes us real friends. But you are staying here tonight. We are hanging out while Will is at his event. And we're gonna get drunk together. I want to hear all about you and Will, and I'll tell you about my stuff. Deal?” 

If this is what it takes to move past this, I would hang out with him. Also, Benjy does live across the hall from us, so it is probably a good idea to start getting on. And now he will keep this secret.

Sure, sounds fun,” I replied.

“Great,” he said.

He held up his glass again.

“Let's start the night properly. We're gonna down these, top them up, and then we're gonna talk about everything,” he said.

We chugged our wines, and then he topped them up straight away.

Benjy and I sat on the sofa, drinking and chatting like friends. He spoke about his ex, their relationship, and other relationships he's had. I spoke about Will and me, how we met, and our relationship. We chatted about our lives, our work, and all kinds of stuff. It was nice. I relaxed. Every time I thought I was starting to understand Benjy, I was surprised again. We were really getting on. I was enjoying having him around.

I was also getting very, very drunk. Benji kept topping up the drinks, pulling out more and more wine. I realised later that night how drunk I was; I had not been this drunk since we came over to his place for dinner. And definitely not on a weeknight. 

And then the conversation turned horny.

Benji started sharing stories of his sex life, telling me about the guys who fucked him, including the one that I watched. Benjy was a total bottom, and he loved getting sucking dick and getting fucked.

I found myself getting kinda horny hearing this. I was drunk and horny with Benji. Then he started asking about Will and me, and our sex life. I was not a very private person about this kind of stuff, but I found myself just opening up about it. I talked about Will's cock, how nice and thick it was. I told him how he liked to fuck, how horny he was all the time and how before he met me, he was a bit of a slut. He used to sleep around a lot; boys threw themselves at him. And how we fucked all the time because Will was constantly horny.

“Do you ever worry he might cheat?” Benjy asked.

“No, Will is so loyal. And we fuck a lot,” I replied.

“But you did worry he was fucking me?” he said.

“True. I guess I do know how hot Will is, but I fully trust him,” I said.

“Did it turn you on when you thought he might be fucking me?” Benjy asked.

I was drunk now, and we were horsy chatting, so I wasn’t as good at hiding my true feelings.

“No, maybe, a little…” I said, and I started laughing out of embarrassment.

“I knew it!” Benjy squealed.

“It’s weird. I don’t know why, but I found myself a bit turned on,” I said.

“Did you imagine it was him fucking me when you looked through the door?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, no longer able to lie.

“That’s so hot,” Benjy said.

“It’s weird!” I replied.

“No, I get it. Jealousy is a turn-on,” he said.

We were both lying back on the sofa when Benjy moved closer to me.

“I would, you know,” he said quietly.

“Would what?” I asked.

“Get fucked by Will. He’s hot,” Benjy said.

My breath caught, my cock reacted, and my heart raced. Fuck.

“Benjy! No, it was just a stupid fantasy. Also, Will would never do that,” I said.

“You sure about that?” he pushed.

“Yes, I am,” I replied.

“I bet he would. I bet that if I wanted him, I could get him,” he said cockily.

I was getting annoyed now, even in my drunken state. There was no way. I know Will. He is the most loyal, loving boyfriend, and he would never cheat. I was absolutely certain. Benjy might be hot and used to getting any guy he wanted, but not Will. Will would never do it.

“Benjy, I know you’re used to getting whatever guy you want, but I am telling you, Will would not do it. He is too loyal. If he were single, maybe. But not now. I have zero doubt,” I said confidently.

“He would. If I wanted to have him, I could. Even while he’s with you,” Benjy said, still sounding so arrogant.

This was pissing me off, but in a weird way I also felt bad for him. He was so wrong about this; he had no idea how strong Will and I were together. 

“You couldn’t,” I said.

“If you’re so sure, let me try. I bet you I can get Will to fuck me,” he said.

This was crazy and a waste of time. Will would not go through with it. Benjy will just embarrass himself.

“Benjy, this is stupid…” I said.

“When are you next out late?” he asked.

“Well, I have a work thing tomorrow, but…” I started.

“Give me permission to try it on with Will tomorrow,” he said.

“What? No, that’s crazy!” I said.

“I knew it. You’re not sure. You know I could have him if I tried,” Benjy said.

I was really pissed off now, and my head was spinning from the booze. Who the fuck does he think he is? He wants to try? Fine. He’ll just get rejected.

“Fine. Try. You’re going to be embarrassed. And then you’re not allowed to flirt with him in any way again,” I said.

“Deal,” he said.

Fuck. What had I just done?

“Just don't be mad afterwards, ok? You agreed to this,” Benjy said.

“It’s not going to happen, Benjy. You’ll see. Will would never cheat,” I said.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was Will; he was on his way home.

“I’d better go,” I said.

I stood up, and the whole room spun. Fuck, I was drunk.

We said goodbye, and I headed back to mine, stripped off, then fell into bed.

-

I passed out straight away. I didn't hear Will come in.

The next morning, I woke with a banging headache and felt rough. Fuck, we drank so much yesterday.

As I was in the shower, I started to feel better, but then it hit me. I had a flashback to agreeing to let Benjy try it on with Will tonight. My stomach dropped. What the fuck had I done?

I calmed myself. Let Benjy try it on with Will, awkwardly. I trusted him completely. And after that, Benjy would finally stop flirting with him. He would know how stable and good we are.

But I decided to get out of my work event so I could come home after work.

I trusted Will, but I didn’t trust Benjy.