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By *c8484 OP Man
2 weeks ago
Dunfermline |
The party loosened up around Mike after his second drink, or was it his third. He couldn’t remember. Rob kept topping up his glass before it was ever empty.
Sam drifted in and out of conversations, always somehow ending up near Mike again. Leaning against the same bit of wall. Passing him crisps. Nudging him with an elbow when someone said something ridiculous.
At one point, Sam plucked the glass right out of Mike’s hand, sniffed it, and said, “You’re drinking the boring stuff. Come on, I’ll get you something decent.”
Mike laughed. “I’m not sure I should trust you with that responsibility.”
“You absolutely shouldn’t,” Sam said, already walking away with a grin. “But you will.”
And Mike did. Of course he did.
The drink Sam handed him was pink, fizzy, and tasted very sweet and fruity. Mike had two.
By half eleven, the room felt a bit warm, and Mike’s head felt pleasantly floaty. He slipped out the back door for some fresh air, pulling his coat tighter as the cold hit him. The garden was quiet, fairy lights strung along the fence, his breath misting in the air.
He was just starting to enjoy the peace when movement caught his eye.
Sam crossed the garden toward the shed with another young man. Mike had met him earlier—one of Rob’s old neighbours, Alex, if he remembered right. He was tall and blond, bundled in a jacket far too thin for December. The two of them spoke in low voices, walking so close their heads almost brushed.
Mike blinked, trying to focus. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe they were just grabbing more drinks or… tools? Did parties require tools? He had no idea.
Still, something in Mike’s chest tightened, not jealousy, exactly. More like… confusion. Or the sudden realisation that he’d been enjoying Sam’s attention more than he’d admitted to himself.
Alex laughed at something Sam said, nudging him playfully as they reached the shed door.
Mike looked away quickly, pretending to study the fairy lights like they were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.
He took a slow breath, letting the cold clear his head a little.
“Get a grip,” he muttered to himself, half amused, half mortified. “You’ve had four or five drinks and now you’re inventing drama.”
Still… he couldn’t help glancing back toward the shed.
The door had closed behind them.
Mike hesitated at the edge of the patio, breath puffing in the cold. He told himself he was just stretching his legs. Getting some air. Definitely not following Sam like some nosy neighbour in an episode of Eastenders.
But his feet kept moving anyway, crunching softly over the frosty grass.
The shed sat at the far end of the garden, fairy lights draped over the roof like someone had tried to make it festive at the last minute. A thin line of warm light glowed under the door.
Mike slowed, suddenly aware of how ridiculous this was. He should turn around. Go back inside. Pretend he hadn’t seen anything.
But then he heard it — a low laugh. Sam’s laugh. Close. Too close.
Mike edged nearer, just enough to see through the small window, fogged in places from the warmth inside.
Sam was there, leaning back against a workbench cluttered with garden tools and forgotten pots. His jeans were unfastened, his shirt rucked up over his chest, exposing the lean lines of his body. He looked flushed, eyes half closed with pleasure, one hand tangled in Sam’s short hair as he knelt down. His stubbled jaw and broad shoulders shivering as he began to work his tongue over the front of Sam’s pants.
Sliding Sam’s pants down to join his jeans, Alex took Sam’s cock deep into his mouth, lips stretching around the thick shaft, his tongue swirling along the underside as he bobbed his head. Wet, slurping sounds filled the small space, mingling with Sam's ragged breaths and the occasional groan that escaped him. His hips bucked slightly, pushing further into Alex's throat, and Alex hummed around him, the vibration making Sam's fingers tighten in his hair.
'Fuck, yeah,' Sam muttered, voice low and husky. 'Just like that. Suck it harder.'
Alex obliged, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled back, only to plunge down again, his hand wrapping around the base to stroke what his mouth couldn't reach. Saliva glistened on Sam's length, dripping down to his balls, which Alex cupped gently, rolling them in his palm. Sam's head fell back against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips even in his haze of lust.
Mike froze, his own breath catching in his throat. He shouldn't be watching this. It was wrong, intrusive, perverted even. But he couldn't tear his eyes away. The cold night stung his skin, contrasting sharply with the heat building in his gut as he watched Alex's head move faster, his enthusiasm evident in the way he moaned around Sam's cock. Sam's free hand gripped the edge of the workbench, knuckles white, as he thrust shallowly into Alex's mouth.
A twig snapped under Mike's foot, and he winced, holding perfectly still. Inside, Sam paused, glancing toward the window, but Alex didn't stop, his mouth kept working him relentlessly, tongue flicking over the _ensitive head each time he came up for air. Sam's gaze lingered on the glass for a moment, suspicion flickering in his eyes, before he let out a chuckle and looked down at Alex again.
'Think someone's out there peeking?' Sam teased, his voice carrying just enough to make Mike's blood run cold.
Alex pulled off with a pop, grinning up at him, his lips shiny and swollen. 'Let 'em watch. Makes it hotter.' He dove back in, taking Sam all the way into his mouth, his throat relaxing to swallow him whole.
Mike's cock twitched in his pants, hard and aching against the confines of his jeans. He pressed a hand to the front of his zipper, squeezing to relieve the pressure, but it only made the voyeuristic thrill sharper. The fairy lights danced across Alex's back as he knelt there, jeans pulled low on his hips, revealing the firm curve of his ass and the trail of dark hair leading down his spine.
Sam's pace quickened, fucking Alex's mouth now with short, insistent thrusts. 'Gonna cum,' he warned, voice strained. Alex nodded without pulling away, his hands digging into Sam's thighs as he urged him on.
Mike watched, transfixed, as Sam's body tensed, muscles coiling like a spring. With a guttural moan, he came, hips jerking as he spilled into Alex's mouth. Alex swallowed greedily, milking every drop with his lips and tongue, not spilling a bit. Sam shuddered through the aftershocks, stroking Alex's hair almost tenderly before he finally released him, licking his lips clean.
Alex rose slowly, kissing his way up Sam's chest, and Sam pulled him into a deep, messy kiss, tasting himself on Alex's tongue. Mike backed away a step, pulse racing, the cold grass soaking through his shoes. He needed to get out of there, before they noticed him for real. But even as he turned, the image burned into his mind: Sam's satisfied grin, Alex's wicked gleam in his eye, the promise of more to come inside that lit-up shed. |
