y'all, i've written every day for the last 2 weeks, idk what's happening. today was day #13 in my writing streak, averaging nearly 800w/day (tbf not evenly distributed 😂 average not median lol) nobody jinx meeeeeeeeeee 🔥✌🏻🔥
He only dared to take one peek through the crack in the door. They were up against the wall between tall stacks of chopped firewood, clothes already in disarray, thoroughly occupied with each other. Matthew still yanked back and ducked instinctively around the side of the building like he expected them to suddenly and spontaneously disengage enough to notice him there. But they just kept making out. He could hear it through the thin, unsealed walls.
"Want you," Jordan was saying. Panting, really. "Now."
They were right behind him. He and Jordan were practically back to back through the shed wall. She sounded desperate for it.
Declan didn't sound any better, but he'd always been the more level head. "Gotta be quick. If we're out here too long, someone will come looking." The by-now familiar sound of fabric rustling as it got rucked up and shoved aside. Jordan's equally familiar gasp of pleasure as Declan touched her.
"Who d'ya think?" she asked. "Matthew?"
Declan huffed. "With our luck."
Oh God, it was like the closet all over again. Matthew shoved a hand in his mouth to stop from groaning out loud. His face burned, part arousal and part humiliation. They had no idea just how unlucky they actually were.
Matthew could leave. He should leave. There was nothing stopping him this time from turning around and walking away. He should go back to the party with all their friends and just let them fuck in private for once. That would be the reasonable and respectful thing to do. The normal thing. The thing that would make him not a terrible, horrible, awful person.
But he had come out here specifically to jerk off thinking about them anyway, hadn't he? He would've tried to lie to himself about it, tried to think of something else first, but Matthew wasn't actually stupid. He'd known where he would end up. And he'd already spied on them before! What was the difference, really, between once and twice? It wasn't like you went to some kind of worse double-hell for extra sins. The terrible, horrible, awful person ship had long since sailed. And what they didn't know about wasn't going to hurt them any more than the last thing they didn't know about, as long as they stayed not knowing about it.
Matthew bit down on the hand in his mouth and used the other to pop open his jeans. It felt super weird to get his dick out outside, with the sun shining and a warm breeze blowing and acres of fields and forests stretching out around him, but none of that mattered when he could hear the couple on the other side of the wall. When he could feel the motion of them against his back. They really hadn't wasted any time.
God, he wished he could see it. Like, really, properly, see it. He hadn't seen much of anything on the couch, and that damn skirt had been in the way in the car. He'd seen a decent amount from the closet, but only bits and pieces, most of them Jordan's. Why had Matthew looked away before Declan turned around? Now, on the other side of this one flimsy wooden wall, Declan was fucking Jordan, and Matthew could only speculate on what that actually looked like.
