Lots of thanks to Becky, my great beta! :) Chapter 9---------------- I’ve never really had any problems with neighbors. I’ve never really cared about them either for that matter. It was much easier to ignore them when I lived in my parent’s house as a kid though. Well, Brian’s loft is located in quite a huge building with lots of apartments, and it means that I get to see several people in there, whether I like it or not. I know most of our neighbors only by sight since I don’t really talk to them. Except for a few. Some of the neighbors greet me with a friendly smile and some of them just give a disgusted look and turn away. I guess they’re all aware of the intense relationship I have with Brian anyway. It never was a secret. We don’t make out in front of them deliberately in the stairway or in the elevator, but it’s unavoidable for them to see our performances, considering we’re all living at the same place and considering the fact that sometimes we can’t and don’t want to wait till we get into the loft and pull the door closed behind us. Though Brian has been living here for much longer time than me he’d hardly recognize our neighbors, he simply doesn’t give a shit. He just greets them shortly with a nod or says hello when he has to and that’s all. For me, it’s a bit more important to get to know a few people I live in the same building with. But as I said, there are only a few. The rest of them, well I don’t give a shit about them either. We got a new neighbor last week. Her name is Mrs. Nielsen. She’s a nice, innocent-looking old lady with a friendly smile on her face all the time. She’s that typical granny-type. The first time I met her was yesterday afternoon when she was struggling with three shopping bags while trying to get to her door. She looked very tired and those bags looked pretty heavy so I offered her my help. And she accepted it happily. “Oh what a nice young man you are!” She said and gave me a huge smile then added, “Would you help me to get these into my kitchen?” Of course I helped her. And while I carried her bags inside she began to tell me the story of her life. Or maybe that was just a prologue. She told me that her husband had died three years ago. She had two daughters and a son and she had five grandchildren. “I had to move out of the house I had lived in with my husband. It brought back so many memories; I just couldn’t take it. This house seems alright.” She smiled and she went on, “My family is quite big; but you know how it is…my children are very busy and my grandchildren have much better things to do than visiting their tired and boring grandmother…” She said with a bitter smile and I saw that her eyes filled with tears. Then suddenly her face lit up as she said, “Oh, would you like some pie sweetheart? I’ve made it in the morning. I’d really like to thank you for your help.” And she really looked like she wanted me to have some so I said, “I’d love to, thank you!” Before I knew it she placed a plate with pie on the table and she motioned towards the sofa. I sat down and she poured a glass of milk for me and asked, “So… you live in this building, too?” I nodded and tried to swallow the bite before I answered. I told her that I lived on the top floor and which door it was. “You live with your parents?” She inquired. “No, I…” But she didn’t let me finish, just cut me off. “Oh, of course you don’t! How silly I am! You’re a grown up young man.” I smiled and she didn’t let me say a word just asked again, “You live with your girlfriend? Or with your wife perhaps?” These questions started to annoy me because I suspected where she wanted to go with it. I started another unfinished sentence, “No, I….” “Oh, so you’re a bachelor then! In that case you have to meet my sweet little granddaughter, Nicole. She’s just turned eighteen and she’s beautiful! I’m sure she’d like you. So, would you meet her some time?” “Um…sure.” For a moment I thought about telling her what I should have told her, but she really was so nice to me, and I didn’t want to embarrass her. Because usually that is the reaction I get when I tell a straight person about my sexual orientation. I knew that sooner or later she would find out, but I thought that wasn’t the right time. “I don’t know when I’ll see her again though. I don’t see her too often.” She looked so lonely and I felt sorry for her. I told her that I would help her anytime she wanted me to. I told her to tell me if she needed anything. She was more than happy to hear that; in fact, she looked a bit touched and said, “Oh, that is so nice of you!” I finished with the pie, which really was delicious by the way, and told her I had to go. She said thanks for the help again and asked my name. I said thanks for the pie and told her my name. “Justin! That’s a beautiful name! It fits you perfectly.” I thought I’d gotten enough compliments for one day and it was getting late so I really wanted to leave. I said goodbye to Mrs. Nielsen and ran up the stairs to the loft. As I pulled the door open I noticed that Brian’s suitcase was on the counter. I saw his coat hanging on the rack. But I didn’t see Brian. “Brian!” I called out and turned around to close the door. Suddenly a hand grabbed me from behind and I felt Brian’s body pressing against mine. He didn’t let me turn around to face him and I heard his husky voice whispering in my ear, “Where the fuck have you been Sunshine? You kept me waiting.” His hot breath made my cock twitch in my pants instantly. “I…I’ve just met a new neighbor.” I answered him, panting. “Some hot neighbor?” He squeezed my ass and pressed me against the door. “Well, if you find a seventy-five year old granny hot…” I chuckled as I imagined his face’s reaction to my answer. “Fuck Sunshine, are you trying to make my dick soft?” He asked as he grabbed mine firmly. “I’d never do that.” I laughed and then moaned as he bit my neck. “Good.” And with that he turned me around. I could see in his eyes that he was in the mood for playing a little rough. And I loved the idea. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment then he bent down and kissed me hard. I could feel the cold metal on my back but I didn’t care as long as Brian’s hot body burnt me on the front. I could feel his hands roaming all over me; my knees got weak and my whole body was shivering. If he didn’t hold me so firmly I’m sure I would have dropped on the floor. I love when he’s like that. So assertive and possessive. He makes me feel so his. Fucking hot. When he pulled away he attacked my neck. He was tugging my t-shirt and I was tugging his hair. Then finally he pulled my t-shirt over my head. I could hardly catch my breath. My nipples got so hard, not to mention the other parts of my body, as he licked around them then gently bit on them. I wanted to pull his shirt off of him, but he slapped my hand. It was absolutely his show, he wanted to control every bit of it. And I wanted to come in my pants. I gave myself to him utterly; I let him do to me whatever he wanted. He freed my aching cock from my pants and I was desperately trying to find something to hold onto. As abruptly as he had started to suck me, he pulled away. I moaned at the loss. He pulled my pants down then stood up and looked deep into my eyes. He began to take off his clothes excruciatingly slowly. He didn’t let me touch him. I thought I would go out of my mind. And he was obviously enjoying it. Asshole. When he finally finished he turned me around and pressed me hard against the door. I hissed as the coldness hit my chest. “Stop whining you little twat. Take it like a man.” He said sternly but he smoothed his words as he licked a long trail along my spine. When he reached my crack I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. “Brian! Please!” I was practically screaming but he didn’t respond. I was hitting the loft door forcefully with my palms. I felt so wonderfully frustrated while he was giving me one of the best rim-jobs I’ve ever had. I closed my eyes and tried to cool myself by pressing my forehead against the door. I was screaming like crazy; I was exceptionally loud, even louder than usual. And I guess Brian loved it because he kept on rimming me with even more determination. “Brian, stop!” I begged him because I really thought I would pass out. And this time he did what I told him and stopped. He stood up and panted into my ear. “You think you’ve had enough?” He laughed and added with a raspy voice, “Well, I don’t think so.” And with that he pushed one finger inside of me. I cried out again and as a response he added another one. I started to hit the door again. “My, are we a little desperate?” He laughed and pulled his fingers out. “I’ll get the handcuffs if you won’t behave.” He was absolutely enjoying my situation. Before too long I heard the sound of the condom wrapper and I was a bit relieved – knowing that I wouldn’t suffer for too long. I hissed again as he covered my hole with the cold lube. “Now, will you shut up, or should I shut you up?” He grunted into my ear and bit on my earlobe. Then he commanded, “And you can’t come till I say so.” He pushed inside me with full force and I think I knocked my head against the door. “Easy…” He whispered and started to place kisses on my aching head while he was pounding into me. It always makes me smile how gentle he can be with me even when he’s supposed to be rough. We were rocking with a fast rhythm; I was screaming and moaning, totally out of control. He grunted the dirtiest things I’ve ever heard in my ear. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, and he turned my head to face him. We were kissing hungrily and I started to feel my climax building up. He broke the kiss and pulled me to him as close as possible, pushing in as deep as he could while stroking my rock-hard cock. As he hit my sweet spot repeatedly I cried out again. And just at the moment he said, “Come for me.” I shot my load on the door. A few thrusts later I felt Brian’s body tense. He grabbed my hips even harder and with a loud “Fuck!” he came too. He collapsed on top of me and we were leaning against the door like that for a few minutes. “Fucking hot, wasn’t it?” Brian said as he pulled out and kissed my cheek. I felt so satisfied I thought I would never be able to get myself together again. And at this peaceful moment someone started to bang on the door forcefully. I jumped back immediately. Who the fuck could that be? I was glad that at least we finished what we’d started; I would have been incredibly pissed if someone would have interrupted our hot little show. I headed to the bedroom with my clothes to get dressed again. Brian pulled his jeans on and opened the door. As I was getting dressed I heard a man’s voice. It was unfamiliar. “Is everything alright, sir?” The man asked. “Sure.” I heard Brian, “What’s the problem?” I turned to the door’s direction and I saw two police officers standing in front of Brian. “The police station has been noticed sir. We’ve been told that a disturbance was heard from your apartment.” “Disturbance?” I heard Brian asking with a laugh. And then I heard another, female voice which sounded familiar to me. “That’s not him! He doesn’t live here! He must have hurt that poor boy!” Mrs. Nielsen was screaming from behind. “Who are you then?” The cop asked Brian. “Kinney. And it’s my fucking apartment.” Brian started to get annoyed and looked at the old lady to say, “And who are you?” “What’s wrong?” I asked the cop as I stepped beside Brian. Mrs. Nielsen immediately said, “Justin! Are you alright sweetheart?” Brian looked at me questioningly and I said to her, “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” Then I turned to Brian, “This is Mrs. Nielsen, the new neighbor.” Brian looked at her and said with a sarcastic smile, “Nice to meet you.” “And you are?” One of the cops asked, looking at me. “Justin Taylor.” I answered. “Does he live here too?” The cop turned to Brian. “Yeah. Now would you mind telling me what the fuck is going on here?” Brian was getting more impatient. The cop didn’t answer the question, instead he asked another one, “Is he your friend?” “Yeah…my boyfriend actually.” Brian answered. It was so good to hear him say something like that. It surprised me that he called me his boyfriend in front of strangers. But I knew he would give anything to see the stunned expression on their faces. He went on and a devilish smile appeared on his face, “And what you’ve considered a disturbance must have been more of…” But the cop didn’t let him finish, “Okay, I think that’s enough.” He said with a disgusted expression on his face. “Well, sorry then. And next time try to be...quieter. And as for you madam; please make sure in the future that you’re witnessing a real crime before you call the police.” Mrs. Nielsen looked like she still didn’t understand what had happened. “But… I heard Justin screaming…he sounded like he needed help. And the door…I heard that someone was hitting it. And I heard that other man cursing and saying something about handcuffs and not letting Justin go…” “Well, not letting him come actually.” Brian said with a smug grin. I saw the other cop trying hard not to laugh. Brian raised his eyebrow at Mrs. Nielsen, “And why were you listening at the door anyway?” “I just…I just wanted to give Justin the rest of the pie. He was so very nice to me.” She turned to me, “I thought you lived alone.” “I’ve never said that.” I answered. “I live with Brian. And what you’ve heard…well…I mean… ” I didn’t know how to say it.But Brian helped me out willingly, “What he means is that I was fucking his brains out.” “Oh.” Was all that she could say. The cops left and she was still staring at us. Some other neighbors came out to see what had happened. Mary, a funny middle-aged woman stepped outside her door and smiled. She’s one of the few neighbors I like to talk to. “That’s okay, ma’am.” She said to Mrs. Nielsen with an innocent smile. “Next time just ask me before you call the police. I could have told you what was going on.” She looked at me and winked, “I’m used to the sounds they make.” Mrs. Nielsen blushed, but I think I blushed even more. She smiled at us weakly. Then she turned around and went down the stairs still shaking her head. Brian closed the door and said, “I think we should sound-proof the loft Sunshine.” I laughed and he pulled me towards the bedroom for some “relatively quiet” rounds. I didn’t want to hurt Mrs. Nielsen and I could imagine how embarrassing this whole situation was for her, so I visited her this morning. She was really friendly much to my surprise. She asked me about Brian and how we met. I told her everything she wanted to know. She seemed to love our story just as much as I do. Later, “J”