Page 32 of New Neighbor

“Not at all.”

“Yours is pretty nice, too.”

Benji scoffed. “I have no ass.”

Mac spun to face him before pinning him to the tiled wall. He could feel Mac’s thick, hard cock pressing against his stomach. Benji was just as hard, aching for Mac.

“You need to stop thinking like that. You’re not a weakling. Far from it. You’re perfect exactly as you are.”

Benji had never had anyone say that to him. Nor had he ever felt wanted in the way Mac wanted him.

“I know I need to stop being so hard on myself. It’s just hard when I’ve spent my whole life being ignored.”

“You just didn’t have the right person looking in your direction,” Mac said. “That changes now.”

He took the body wash and poured some out into his own palm. And then he went to work—soaping Benji’s body just as he’d been washed.

Mac slowly massaged his flesh, leaving a hot trail along the way. Benji felt boneless by the end of it… and ready to melt in Mac’s hands. When the water turned lukewarm, they rinsed off and he turned off the spray.

Mac helped dry him off instead of himself. “I could touch you all day, every day.”

Benji wanted Mac so badly…

“You’re just getting over the flu. We should wait,” Benji said.

“Wait? You’re killing me,” Mac murmured. But after drying off, he leaned against the counter, looking wiped out.

“Back to bed,” Benji insisted.

They spent most of the day in bed, sleeping here and there. Benji made sure Mac got his meds and fed them both. By the afternoon, Mac was looking more himself.

“That soup really did the trick,” Benji said, smiling.

“No,” Mac said. “I think it was the care I got.”

He pulled Benji into his arms and rolled until he was on top. “I feel much, much better.”

Benji smiled. “Oh do you?”

“Twice you’ve killed me in that bathroom,” Mac whispered.

Benji frowned. “What?”

“I left the door open when I showered last week… hoping you’d see it was an invitation. But you didn’t come in. And then earlier… getting me all worked up and then sending me to bed. Not fair.”

“That was an invitation? You leaving the door wide open?”

Mac grinned. “You did see it. I wondered.”

“Of course I saw it,” he said, his face growing red. “I felt terrible for peeking.”

“I wanted to drag you in there,” Mac murmured against his ear. “Pin you against these shower tiles and fuck the life out of you.”

“What stopped you?” Ben asked breathlessly.

“You. I wasn’t sure you wanted me.”

“I did,” Ben whispered. “Ido.”

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