I’ll put the story beneath the cut, but I’m titling this one “The Neighbors” haha.
(Song inspo reference from @basic-banshee and Rebel Rebel)
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Baz and I are in my bed, Penny is gone for the night, and I’ve finally got his ridiculous button-down shirt off.
(He refused to let me just rip it off; something about being designer and worth more than everything I own).
I’m above him, kissing down his chest. He has soft hair sitting in the middle that I run my fingers through while working my way down.
He’s so fucking fit I want to die sometimes.
Maybe I did.
I’ll gladly take this over whatever other universe I could have been in .
I get to his pants and groan when I realize he’s wearing a belt.
“Seriously, Baz, it’s like you weren’t prepared for this moment,” I say, sitting back and trying to unbuckle it.
It’s weird, unbuckling someone else’s belt. Angles are all off. It’s like trying to tie another person’s shoe. It’s easy when it’s mine, but the perspective is too different when it’s someone else’s.
“Apologies for thinking my boyfriend was competent and could handle a simple belt,” Baz replies, swatting my hands away to unbuckle it himself. “Now please, do continue.”
I laugh, but move back to his navel, unbuttoning his trousers and slipping them off.
When I start sucking on a spot right above his hip I hear a groan.
I suck harder. It’s tough work to get a mark on Baz, but I’m dedicated and determined when the situation arises.
I slip his pants off, and I hear another groan.
It sounds a little higher pitch than normal, but I’ll take it regardless.
I start kissing along his thigh and start to move my hand.
“Oh God, Richard!”
I stop.
“What?” I look up at Baz, who has a hand over his face. “What are you playing-”
“Fuck, Shelly,” a man’s voice shouts.
Baz points to the ceiling.
The fucking neighbors.
“Can you put a silencing spell-”
“Already done, Snow,” Baz interrupts. “They’re that loud .”
A loud shrill moan escapes from the woman above them.
I let out a low whistle.
They must be having a real good time .
“Well we could ignore it,” I say, moving my hand back to stroke him.
He grabs my wrist right when the woman starts to scream for the man, (Richard, apparently. Hadn’t formally met him, but at least now I have a name), to go harder.
“Simon if you touch me I swear to God.”
“Well, they’re doing it.” I shrug, pointing upwards.
Something starts to creak from upstairs and I can feel myself blush.
The thought of listening to someone else fucking while we do sounds fairly creepy.
“Fine,” I sigh, lying down next to Baz. “How long do you think they’ll be at it?”
“How would I know, you live here. I don’t,” Baz replies cooly.
“We should have done this at your apartment.”
“Not with Fiona there we aren’t,” Baz replies.
The last time we tried she came home without us noticing and started blaring Orgasm Addict by the Buzzcocks.
We didn’t have sex for two weeks after that.
I also have not been invited round his apartment again.
“Well, what are we going to do then?” I ask. “It’s late, we could sleep.”
The man starts to groan. I think I hear him talk about how tight she feels.
“I don’t think sleep is going to happen, Snow.”
“Movie?” I ask, turning to look at him.
He glances at me and smirks.
“Only if I get to choose.”
I shrug.
“Fine by me.”
I reach over and kiss him. He lets me until the woman lets out a moan.
“You don’t think he’s hurting her, do you?” I ask.
“Snow, do shut up,” Baz replies, pushing me off him and sitting up.
