Warning: Explicit Content (insert grinning devil emoji here)

Sammy

The temperature had spiked to an almost ungodly degree by the time Dante and I started to wind down for the night. I spent the entire evening on the phone with a handy man who said he might be available to come take a look today... but once closing time rolled around for the company, I knew it was a lost cause.

Dante was showered, dressed, and lounging on a couch in the flat. I, on the other hand, barely looked together. After that long phone call that went absolutely fucking nowhere, I scrounged together whatever energy I could find, and took a shower.

It was so damn hot, I didn't even bother with a shirt when I got dressed. By the time my foot hit that top step to the apartment, I realized I shouldn't have even bothered with pants.

Dante was already breaking out in sweat. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and some shorts... which was something I didn't expect. If I had been sitting up here in this heat, I'd be naked by now.

"No luck on getting someone out here, huh?" Dante asked, glancing up towards me. "I-I could h-hear most of your conversation from up here."

He struggled to hold my gaze, as the rest of my very shirtless body came into sight. He did allow himself a moment of lapse to wander before his eyes found mine again. I couldn't help the smirk playing on my lips when his words made me chuckle.

"I did get pretty heated on that call. Sorry about that." I'm my defense, these dickheads had put me on hold right up until they closed.

Dante was quick to wave it off. "I understand the frustration. If it helps, this still beats the apartment I've somehow found myself in."

I knew he was cracking a joke, but those words made me hesitate a moment.

Dante was going to be receiving his first check from Tidal Wave soon, which meant he'd be able to afford a bed at his place.

The thought of Dante going back there left me feeling uncomfortable at best. I watched as he closed the book he was reading, and pushed himself off the couch cushions.

"Well, luckily Texas heat has prepared me for quite literally hell." He replied with.

"Is there anything I can do to make this more comfortab..." I started to say, but my words trailed off as I watched Dante set the book on the table. He then turned towards where his bedroom area was located, and did something that made me forget what I was even talking about anymore.

His fingers pinched the shirt fabric near the nape of his neck, and he pulled the material clean off. I was now exposed to Dante's own lean upper body physique. He had a new bandage on his side and arm.

"That's okay, I should survive." Was all he said before waving me a little Goodnight and disappearing behind that wall.

Almost every fiber of my being wanted to just say fuck it... but my feet obeyed Dante's wishes, and forced me into my own bed after turning off the lights. I could already feel my body getting hotter against the comforters, as arousal was quick to take over me.

That heat forced my hand in yanking these hot ass pants off.

As I laid on top the mattress in just my underwear, I tried to listen to Dante's movements. It was beyond god awfully quiet in here, we could practically hear each other breathe. I couldn't tell if Dante was asleep or not himself, but his breathing was steady.

Another thought of those soft lips, entered my memory. It caused my restrained cock to twitch against the snug fabric of my briefs.

I couldn't remember the last time I touched myself, and it had been months since I even slept with anyone. Between work and remembering to eat sleep and breathe, I'm not sure how anyone could find the time to meet new people.

In the past, I had my share of both male and female partners, but this attraction to Dante was different. It was hard to repress the memory of the kiss we shared up here in this apartment a few days ago. How he felt against me.

My cock was starting to get uncomfortably tight, and I couldn't help it as my hand reached out to free it from my briefs.

A particular image entered my mind.

It was of earlier today, when Dante was lifting himself up to pull weights off the top rack. His short's drawstring had come undone earlier during training, causing the hem to drop dangerously low. When his hands raised above his head, I had to look away to keep from getting hard in front of everyone.

My hand tightened it's hold on my now throbbing cock, and I involuntarily let out a low groan.

Dante

I was laying slightly awake in bed. Sleep had started to weasel it's way in, but there was a specific sound that ripped me away from those tempting hands.

It was Sammy.

At first, I thought that maybe he had just grunted in his sleep... but then I heard his slow soft breathing grow heavier.

There was another soft groan that fully woke all of me up now. I felt my blood rush straight to my nether region as I finally processed exactly what Sammy was doing on the other side of this wall.

Oh my god, I thought to myself. This could not be happening right now.

He did his best to remain quiet, but my quickly escalating arousal made those groans sound like they were pounding through my eardrums. My cock had gotten almost instantly hard.

It was so quiet in here, I could even hear the sound of friction as something moved against his comforter quickly. Just the thought of everything he might be doing mere feet away, almost made me cum.

Calm down, Dante.

My hand moved to readjust myself in my pants... but I couldn't stop it from stroking my now leaking cock through the fabric. When Sammy let out the word "fuck" under his breath, I took a sharpest inhale to date.

Any normal night, it would have been inaudible. Tonight, it sounded like I breathed through a goddamn microphone as I shakily exhaled seconds later. The noises that Sammy had been making, came to a screeching halt right after that.

And I was just about ready to throw myself out this bedroom window.

Maybe he hadn't heard me.

"Dante?" Sammy whispered out hoarsely. His voice cut through the air, startling me.

My heart rate went from zero to one thousand real quick.

Maybe if I just pretended to be asleep? I thought to myself.

"Dante." Sammy spoke again...

This time it's was less of a question, and more of a call to attention.

The word "Yes" fell past my lips, and if I was being honest, I barely even recognized my own voice. There was a brief pause of complete silence on both our ends before he spoke again.

"Are you up?" He asked me.

If it was any other person in any other situation, this would have made me chuckle. I always found it funny that people asked that even though they knew the person was up.

In this specific instance, I was fucking petrified. What had I done?

"Y-Yes." I croaked out through some raspiness of my own.

There was another pause of complete silence. When Sammy's voice broke through again, it almost made me jump.

"Are you touching yourself?"

That almost made me fall off the fucking bed. My free hand gripped the bedsheet tight, as I did my best to suppress a moan.

"N-No." I tried to force out. It sounded like a damn lie even to my own ears.

"Are you sure?" He asked seconds later. This came out deeper, richer, causing my cock to move against my hand again. I couldn't stop myself from giving it another stroke.

"N-No." I breathed out.

Sammy let out a low chuckle, and that sent legit shivers down my spine. Was it possible to faint if you're already laying down? I wasn't sure about the logistics there, but I was starting to get light headed.

My hands moved on their own accord as I stroked myself again. Precum was leaking through to my own briefs, but I couldn't stop.

The sound of something rubbing against his sheets started to continue again. This time, he wasn't as quiet with his breathing. I could hear everything clear as day from the other side of this wall, and just the thought of him laying in bed jerking himself off, made my hips buckle.

My hand picked up in pace, delivering longer and quicker strokes against the strained fabric. I couldn't help the noises I myself, made as I felt that familiar warm feeling spread throughout me. I was too close. Embarrassingly close.

"Fuck, Dante." Sammy cussed hoarsely with a deep groan. Those words were the driving point for me, as I felt my hips spasm. The warm feeling that had started to spread, reached my fingers and toes. It was impossible to stop the almost whimper that left my lips as I violently came.

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