In Close Quarters by Anonymous
Shane slips through his front door and back into his quiet apartment. He leans back against the door and takes a steadying breath in his dark apartment. After a moment, the music next door turns off and Shane is left with only the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears.
He closes his eyes and tries not to think about Rozanov or the way Shane’s entire body lit up like a live wire when he said in that low, accented voice, only if you ask nicely. He’s hard in his penguin print pajama pants and now he’s going to have to jerk off and shower before he can sleep. While trying not to think about his asshole neighbor.
This is bad. This is very bad.
In which Shane Hollander's new next door neighbor is a menace who always seems to answer the door shirtless.
I have this feeling like I havent finished reading this yet. But no idea why. Because I have closed the tab on my phone and I can remember the whole thing, just not excatly how it ends. But this was good and I couldnt stop reading, so why I cant remember how this ends?
The vibes I got from this in the beginning were so off. This was basically everything else than I thought it would be. Maybe the problem is in me or not. But its not a bad thing, I liked this even more because of it. So all good there.
Yeaaa.
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