Page 4 of Just Watch Me

He smiled at me, not a smoldering, sex-fueled smile but an encouraging one.

My shoulders relaxed.I can do this. Just push the bar away from my chest a few times. Easy.

I pulled out my earbuds, which had basically been a prop for the past twenty minutes, and set them and my phone on the floor. I lowered myself onto the bench and scooted under the bar. If I held on to the bar for leverage and hooked my ankles over his shoulder, he would have the perfect angle to nail my prostate.Fuck! No boner, no boner, no boner, no boner.

I imagined gross things like soggy bread, mildew, and Chad until I got myself under control. As soon as I had command over my body, my neighbor stepped up to the bench.

I had severely miscalculated the situation. I looked up at the bar and got an eyeful of the bulge in his shorts. He smelled musky and sweaty. Pure sex. All he would need to do was squat a little, and I could lick his balls. I bet he had the quad endurance to hold a squat while fucking my mouth.Christ! Chill the hell out, man.

“Ready?” He rested his fingertips under the bar, close to my hands but not touching. The movement shifted his shirt, and I got a brief glimpse of his underwear band.Did it sayAvengers? No way.

I grunted something I hoped sounded affirmative and lifted the bar. I wouldn’t think about his dick or my dick, which was plumping up and trying to make a fool out of me, or how I would never be able to look him in the eyes if I popped a boner. Instead, I focused on counting my reps in the same way as I focused on my computer screen to block out distractions at work.One, breathe, two, breathe, three, breathe.By the time I got to eight, my arms began to shake, so I replaced the bar on the rack.

“Good.” He didn’t step away.

I didn’t sit up but immediately began panicking that I should have. I had done three sets on the other exercises.Will he notice if I sneakout after one set of bench presses? Should I talk to him? Offer to spot for him?

I sat. “Do you want a turn? I can spot you.” As soon as I said it, I felt ridiculous. He probably benched double my bodyweight. The prospect of me saving him from decapitation or asphyxiation was ludicrous.

He looked surprised for a second then offered a warm smile that lit up his face. “Thanks, but it’s not arm day for me.”

Since it was socially acceptable for me to look him in the eye at that moment, I took my fill. His eyes were warm and deep brown. The scruff on his cheeks seemed intentional, not lazy. His jaw was more rounded than I’d expected, which I loved because it gave him a softer look. Best of all was his smile. I could get addicted to it. I smiled back and hoped it didn’t look like an awkward grimace or the Joker on his best day.

Enough time passed that I could count it as a sufficient rest, so I resumed my position on the bench. Since he didn’t seem to be in a hurry, I enjoyed the proximity of him before shame kept me away forever. I glanced at him when I reached for the bar again but couldn’t find a hint of anything but friendliness and…heat? Maybe?No way.I licked my lips then lifted the bar from the rack.

Somehow, I made it through the next two sets with only glancing at his bulge a dozen times. Okay, two dozen. My arms were as weak as my resolve, and I needed to bolt before I asked if he would be leaving his blinds open again that weekend.

“Thanks for the spot,” I said after wiping off the bench.

He studied me, and the moment stretched. I vibrated beneath my skin as he gave me a long look.

“You’re welcome,” he said after two hundred years.

“Right. I’d better go. Dinner.” I jerked my thumb to the door behind me, spun on my heel, and fled.

His soft chuckle followed me back to my apartment.

CHAPTER4

I relaxed under my shower’s hot spray and willed my nerves to circle down the drain with the soap suds. The memory of my neighbor’s bulge so close to my face made my dick plump as I washed it. It had been almost close enough to nuzzle. I lingered on my washing.No. Not the time to jerk off.I need to eat dinner then jerk off like a responsible adult.My hand had a mind of its own and stroked my dick again.

After drying off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out to the kitchen. I felt like a jerk keeping my blinds drawn all the time. My neighbor seemed like a nice guy, and I was probably being rude. If only I’d learned the etiquette for navigating being caught jerking off when I’d learned other important things like which fork to use. I would raise my blinds for an hour to make it clear things were cool. We were cool. I was cool. Not at all awkward. Nope.

Once the blinds were up, my attention wandered to his apartment. It was impossible to avoid with how close our windows were. He stood near his bed with his back to me and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his broad shoulders.

Nope. Not looking.I turned toward my kitchen to gather stuff to make an easy pasta dish. I pulled out noodles, ground beef, and a jar of sauce and set them on my counter next to my tiny stove. I turned to open the fridge, and I instinctively looked out my window once more.

My neighbor tilted his head back and took a long drink from a water bottle. He leaned back against his kitchen counter while wearing only his gym shorts.

Seriously, how can one guy be so hot?

As he straightened, he looked into my apartment and smiled when he caught my eyes. I stood frozen, hiding my thickening dick behind my fridge door, trapped beneath his gaze.

We stared at each other for several long moments, neither moving. When he arched an eyebrow, I licked my lips. My heart pounded in my chest as my fight, flight, or fuck instincts raged within me. He must have read something on my face because he pushed down his shorts and kicked them off. Commando. No wonder his dick had bounced like a pogo stick during his run.

A T-rex could run through my apartment, and I wouldn’t flinch. He grabbed his dick and gave it a slow stroke, winked, then walked over to his bed. It was set farther back in his unit, like mine, which meant I was the only one who could see that area. At least, I assumed so since I couldn’t see into the units around his apartment from the back of my studio.

He sat on the foot of his bed and propped himself up with one palm on the mattress while he used his other hand to stroke his hard dick—staring the entire time. My personal porn.

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