Page 11 of Felix

Emil

C: Well, well. Isn’t this a nice way to wake up?

I swipe my phone open and groan, lust tightening my balls as I slowly stroke my morning wood. I turn my gaze out the window, still a little sleepy but much more awake now that I know C is watching. Shifting, I get my sleep pants down under my ass so they have a better view.

C: That’s a pretty sight, Specs. Gonna get your nipples wet? I know how much you love that.

Fuck. Is it weird that my neighbor knows so much about my preferences? My last boyfriend knew less than this stranger outside my window.

Setting my phone beside me, I suck two fingers into my mouth and rub over my nipple. Electricity pings across my synapses as the bud pebbles. When I give it a twist, my hips reflexively punch off the bed.

C: Mm, there you go. Will you come for me, Specs? I wanna see it.

“Holy hell,” I mutter, biting my lip as I jerk myself faster. My glasses slip to the side as I stare at C’s text. At the encouragement, which isn’t new. But asking me to come for them sure is.

C: Nipples. Don’t forget.

A whimper falls from my lips, my body already tensing. I give my nipple a good tug, imagining it’s the wet suction of a mouth instead, and the thought has me cresting over the hill in a flash. My eyes slip shut as I come across my fist, everything in me drawn tight in a burst of mini-explosions and crackling flames.

It’s always more intense when C is watching.

Another ping comes from my phone, but it takes me a moment to catch my breath and open my eyes.

C: Gorgeous.

Shit.

Remarkably, I feel my cheeks flush hot at that. It’s ridiculous, really, how a single word can affect me. I shouldn’t let it. And yet I can’t help but hoard the compliment and the warmth it brings. Maybe it doesn’t matter who C is in the end. They make me feel good. That’s enough.

I roll off the bed and clean myself up before returning to my phone.

Me: Thanks for watching.

C: Anytime.

They send a wink, and I smile. What a weird friendship we have.

C: Class today?

Me: Work.

I switch out my clothes as C types their response.

C: Guess what? I got a new job.

Me: That’s great! Only took a few days.

C: Yep. I think I’m going to like it. No more late nights, either. Bonus.

Sitting on my bed, I glance at C’s window, admittedly a little curious about their life. I don’t know where C used to work. It’s one of the things we never discussed. Although, technically speaking, they don’t know where I work, either. I haven’t told them about the studio. Only about my psych degree and, in vague details, the research I’m involved in.

I wonder what it is they spend their days doing. I wonder what makes them happy.

Me: Well I hope this job works out better for you.

C: Thanks, Specs. Me, too.

Getting up, I wave a goodbye and head toward my bathroom to shower. I don’t have a scene at the studio today, but we have a team meeting, which everyone is expected to attend. Since I know a brunch buffet awaits, I skip breakfast, but I do stop to feed Arthur his daily meal of pellets before I go.

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