Chapter 4-Faint
Thomas was going over some paperwork and drinking tea, when he heard a very loud pounding on his front door. He looked up, apprehension written clearly on his face. He knew who this had to be – but surely it was only Rob being Rob, and coming over to yell at him about his birdfeeder or the wind chimes? After all, the musician didn’t know that it was Thomas who had made his life so miserable this past week. He got to his feet reluctantly, and started for the front door. Best to get this over with quickly, so that he could finish his paperwork and spend the afternoon working in his backyard. But he felt the muscles in his gut tighten and his stomach churn as he thought of enduring yet another yelling session from Rob. Thomas hated strong emotions, and he cringed over fighting and confrontation. Which is one of the reasons that he’d chosen the retaliation that he had when he’d discovered his mangled rosebushes, rather than storming over to yell at Rob…
He took a deep breath, and reached out to open the door. His neighbor stood there on the porch, looking blackly enraged. Thomas felt his mouth go dry with fear. He’d just thought that the musician was angry, the other times that Rob had yelled at him for making too much noise while he was sleeping. Those incidents had been mere fits of pique compared to this. Rob looked ready to murder somebody – namely him. Thomas could barely speak in the face of such murderous rage, and his voice came out high and strangled as he stuttered: “C-Can I help you, Mr. Carleton?”
“Yeah,” Rob growled as his hands darted out to close in the front of Thomas’s shirt. The accountant gasped in terror as he was literally hauled forward until he was eye-to-eye with the furious rocker. “You can fucking well tell me why you did all of that shit to me!” he screamed, glaring into Tomas’s wide brown eyes as he practically punctured the poor man’s eardrums. He began to shake the accountant a little by the front of his shirt, still yelling at the top of his lungs. “I oughta kick your ass! Fucking mice eating my stuff, making my deck chair smell like shit, and my car…fuck! You motherfucker! What the hell is your problem?!”
Thomas was now frozen in panic. He had begun to hyperventilate, wheezing in Rob’s grip. That, combined with the adrenaline rush of his fear and the shaking, combined to make Thomas do something that he never had in his entire life before this – his eyes rolled up in his head, and he passed out cold in the rocker’s grip. He went limp so suddenly that Rob didn’t have time to react, and the accountant slid out of his grasp. Thomas fell backward in a boneless heap on the wooden floor of his foyer, hitting the back of his head with some force on the wood. Rob winced in shock and dismay as his neighbor went down, his rage cut off by sudden concern and the horrifying thought that he might have accidentally killed the guy.
“Fuck!” he cried, kneeling down next to the prone Thomas. “Are you all right?” he asked futilely, for the other man was still unconscious from fainting - and that blow to the head couldn’t have helped at all. Rob reached out and set two fingers against the side of his neck. The man’s pulse was a bit quick, but didn’t seem thready or faltering. He pulled off Thomas’s glasses and peeled back an eyelid, but the pupils in the brown eyes hadn’t contracted to pinpoints. What should he do? Call an ambulance? How badly had his neighbor been hurt when he fell? Should he move Thomas? He knew you weren’t supposed to move people who might have had a neck injury, but since he’d just hit his head…
Rob decided to take Thomas over to his couch and lay him down on it. But first he folded up the glasses and set them on an end table, not wanting them to get broken. Then he moved around and got his hands under Thomas’s shoulders, half-lifting the man and dragging him over to the couch. Fortunately the accountant wasn’t very tall or big, so he managed to pick his neighbor up and lay him on the couch with a pillow under his head. He winced again when he felt a fair-sized goose egg at the back of Thomas’s head. The rocker ran an agitated hand through his hair as he straightened up. This confrontation had not gone at all well. Still, he supposed that you couldn’t have expected it to, since he’d been screaming in the man’s face and shaking him like a rag doll when Thomas had passed out on him.
Guilt lanced through Rob. He’d have to take care of his neighbor and make sure that he was all right. He walked over to an archway, and found a very neat kitchen painted in sunny yellow and white colors. The rocker saw a dish towel carefully draped over a rack near the sink, and went to fetch it. He turned on the sink and soaked the towel in cool water, then wrung it out and carried it into the living room. Rob draped the towel over Thomas’s forehead, making the other man give forth a breathy moan. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? Hopefully it meant that his neighbor would wake up soon. Rob squatted next to the couch, still feeling terribly guilty. Yes, the things that Thomas had done to him had been nasty, but they had also basically been harmless nuisances. And he could completely understand WHY his neighbor had done those things – those roses had been the love of his life. Even someone as lacking in observational skills as Rob was knew that. It must have been terrible for him to come out and find those bushes all mangled and stripped like that. He knew that finding his antique bass Fender smashed by someone’s carelessness would have pissed him off royally. Hell, he’d have probably done a lot worse if their situations had been reversed.
Rob sighed. It sucked to be reasonable. But he really had no choice in this case – he couldn’t yell at his neighbor anymore, lest the man have a heart attack or something next. That’s all he’d need on his conscience. So he’d have to reassure the other man when he woke up, since it was clear that Thomas had feared being murdered. He looked at his neighbor, studying the slack face curiously. He really hadn’t looked at Thomas before this. He was just that weird guy that lived next door. So Rob was really surprised to see that when it wasn’t wearing a pinched, disapproving expression, Thomas’s face was actually kind of cute. His mouth was a little thin, but the lips were pink and kissable. He had a fine-boned face with surprisingly soft-looking skin, and his nose was slightly high-arched and rather elegant. Medium brown hair fell over a wide forehead, matching the wide brown eyes he remembered from when Thomas was staring at him in terror.
He frowned at himself. What the hell was he thinking?! This guy was responsible for his miserable week, and he was also really strange. Not cute or kind of sexy at all. Nope. Definitely not. So why did he have this hellacious urge to bend over and kiss Thomas while he was still out of it? Ridiculous and crazy both. That’s just what he’d need, his neighbor waking up to find Rob molesting him. He’d probably call the police. If he didn’t freak out and scream himself hoarse first. The rocker sighed, sitting back on his heels. He’d apparently lost his mind sometime during this crazy week. That could be the only explanation for his odd urges.
Thomas’s head rolled on the pillow, and he moaned breathily again. Rob decided to chafe his left wrist - and not because he wanted to see if the man’s skin was as soft as it looked. Right. He picked up the surprisingly delicate wrist, beginning to rub his thumb over the pulse point there. He could see the blue veins under the pale skin – and yes, it was as soft as it looked. Rob actually found that he was enjoying this, which was not a good thing at all. He resisted the urge to reach out and push a lock of the brown hair off of the other man’s forehead.
“Wake up, come on,” he urged Thomas softly. He wanted to make sure that the man didn’t have a concussion – and moreover, if Thomas were awake, he could better resist his weird urges to touch the other man.
The eyelids fluttered, then flickered slowly open. Dazed brown eyes stared up at him in incomprehension – until reason and memory flooded into them. Then Thomas tried to get away from him, which was a futile effort since Rob sort of had him caged on the couch. His breath panted in his chest in terror, and the rocker felt another lance of horrible guilt over having scared the man this badly.
“Shh, Shh,” he said, grabbing onto Thomas’s shoulder to keep him from moving too much. Best not to aggravate that head injury until he knew how bad it was. “It’s okay, I swear – I won’t hurt you.”
His tone of voice more than his words helped to make Thomas stop moving, and the brown eyes peered up at him in a near-sighted squint. Rob moved over to retrieve his glasses from the end table. “Here, put these on.” He handed them to the accountant, who took them with trembling fingers and set them on the end of his nose.
Rob was rather sad to see those expressive brown eyes half-disappear behind the glasses. Thomas stared up at him. His neighbor seemed bewildered by Rob’s sudden change in attitude. The rocker smiled at him as reassuringly as possible, and held up both of his hands palm-up in front of him. “I won’t hurt you, scout’s honor,” he remarked. “Listen, I’m really sorry that I yelled at you like that earlier. But I was really pissed off – I have had the worst week, and to discover that it was because of you! Man,” he shook his head, giving the bewildered Thomas a look that was almost admiring, “I’ve gotta say, you’re really smart. The stuff you came up with – it didn’t hurt me, but it did drive me completely nuts. That’s why I lost it when my brother-in-law figured out that it must have been you doing all of it. But I can understand why you did it…I am so very, very sorry about your roses, man. I didn’t even know what had happened to them until today. Fuck, you must have lost it yourself when you saw them. I can’t blame you for being totally pissed off. And I swear,” He added solemnly, “That I won’t have any more parties over at my place after this. If I do that, and I buy you replacement rosebushes, do you promise not to do any more horrible things to me?”
Thomas’s mouth worked. Rob said hurriedly: “Wait a moment,” and went into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. The accountant stared at him in astonishment when Rob returned with it and helped him to sip out of the glass.
“How’s your head? Does it hurt bad? You hit it when you passed out. I couldn’t catch you fast enough,” Rob said anxiously to him.
Thomas considered his head. It ached, but the pain wasn’t sickening. “It hurts,” he croaked.
“I bet,” the rocker said sympathetically.
The accountant blinked at him. “Why are you being so nice? Did you mean what you said? About not having any more parties at your house?” he asked uncertainly.
Rob nodded. “Yep. I sure did. I realize now that I’ve been a pretty crappy neighbor. Haven’t I? Parties at all hours of the night, yelling at you when you woke me up during the day – I’d have been mad at me, too. Ricky was right; you did used to glare at me all the time, didn’t you? Can’t say that I blame you. But from now on, I’ll try to turn over a new leaf. If you promise not to keep punking me all the time, that is,” he added ruefully.
Thomas didn’t know what ‘punking’ was, but he could get the meaning easily from the context of the sentence. “Very well,” he said rather stiffly. “If you cease having parties at your house, I will refrain from trying to make you move out.”
His curious way of speaking made Rob’s lips twitch. At the same time, though, it made a certain other part of his body twitch, as well. He’d always had a thing for smart people – he’d dated several science geeks in school, and had once even had a mild crush on his soon-to-be brother-in-law Patrick. There was just something about big…brains…that got his engine revving. He cleared his throat, feeling suddenly rather uncomfortable in the pair of jeans shorts that he was wearing. “Uh, yeah. Gotcha. It’s a deal. Now hold still, I’ve gotta look at your pupils,” he told Thomas.
“Why?” the accountant asked in puzzlement.
“Because you gave yourself a pretty smart whack on the back of the head when you went down,” the rocker explained as set his hands on the other man’s cheeks to turn his head a bit so that he could peer at Thomas’s pupils.
The accountant felt dizzy suddenly, and not from the crack on the head either. Rob’s hands were hard and warm, long fingers cradling his cheeks and chin. Heat flashed through him, and he wondered distantly if he was going to pass out again right here and now. He was too close! Too close to that handsome face with the sexy stubble on it, and that sensual mouth that produced such beautiful sounds. He’d never been this close to a man he found desirable in his entire life. Which was a sad thing to say, but it was also true. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his breathing seemed to have stopped altogether by the time that Rob finally released him.
“They look fine. They’re not different sizes or anything,” the rocker remarked. “Still, you shouldn’t go to sleep for the next few hours just in case. I’d stay and watch over you, but I have to get back. My brothers-in-law are working in my backyard – I can’t let them do it alone, especially since it's my mess they’re cleaning up. I could come and check on you in a little while, though,” he added. “Make sure that you’re all right and everything.”
Thomas blinked at him again. Cleaning up? Oh, yes. He felt color swarm up into his cheeks as he felt some guilt of his own. Here Rob was being so solicitous of his health, while his relatives toiled over the mess that had to be cleaned up because Thomas had called the city and reported him…
Rob wondered what was causing the delightful wash of color in his neighbor’s normally pale cheeks. Then Thomas surprised him: “I would like to join you and help with your clearing up efforts, Mr. Carleton,” he said.
The rocker’s brows shot up. “You do? Why?” he asked.
Thomas sighed. “Because it is my fault that you have to go to these efforts in the first place. The least I can do is help out a bit.”
Rob stared at him, then shrugged and grinned. “Sure, why not? I can use all the help I can get. But don’t try to do too much - not with that lump on your head.” He added sternly, pointing an admonishing finger at Thomas.
He slowly sat up and took the damp towel from his forehead. “I won’t,” he said with as much dignity as he could muster. “Just let me change my clothes and I’ll go to your house with you,” he stood up slowly, only swaying a little. Rob watched him in concern, but his legs firmed under him and he managed to walk away toward his bedroom.
Rob stood in the living room waiting for him, feeling kind of odd. This whole thing had not turned out as he’d expected to, not at all. It was great that he had a truce going with Thomas, though. Maybe they could learn to be good neighbors to each other now. His dick twitched in his shorts again at this thought, whispering to him that they could become VERY good neighbors, indeed. He ignored it, but it wasn’t easy. Pretty hard, actually. The traitorous little bastard.
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Thomas was going over some paperwork and drinking tea, when he heard a very loud pounding on his front door. He looked up, apprehension written clearly on his face. He knew who this had to be – but surely it was only Rob being Rob, and coming over to yell at him about his birdfeeder or the wind chimes? After all, the musician didn’t know that it was Thomas who had made his life so miserable this past week. He got to his feet reluctantly, and started for the front door. Best to get this over with quickly, so that he could finish his paperwork and spend the afternoon working in his backyard. But he felt the muscles in his gut tighten and his stomach churn as he thought of enduring yet another yelling session from Rob. Thomas hated strong emotions, and he cringed over fighting and confrontation. Which is one of the reasons that he’d chosen the retaliation that he had when he’d discovered his mangled rosebushes, rather than storming over to yell at Rob…
He took a deep breath, and reached out to open the door. His neighbor stood there on the porch, looking blackly enraged. Thomas felt his mouth go dry with fear. He’d just thought that the musician was angry, the other times that Rob had yelled at him for making too much noise while he was sleeping. Those incidents had been mere fits of pique compared to this. Rob looked ready to murder somebody – namely him. Thomas could barely speak in the face of such murderous rage, and his voice came out high and strangled as he stuttered: “C-Can I help you, Mr. Carleton?”
“Yeah,” Rob growled as his hands darted out to close in the front of Thomas’s shirt. The accountant gasped in terror as he was literally hauled forward until he was eye-to-eye with the furious rocker. “You can fucking well tell me why you did all of that shit to me!” he screamed, glaring into Tomas’s wide brown eyes as he practically punctured the poor man’s eardrums. He began to shake the accountant a little by the front of his shirt, still yelling at the top of his lungs. “I oughta kick your ass! Fucking mice eating my stuff, making my deck chair smell like shit, and my car…fuck! You motherfucker! What the hell is your problem?!”
Thomas was now frozen in panic. He had begun to hyperventilate, wheezing in Rob’s grip. That, combined with the adrenaline rush of his fear and the shaking, combined to make Thomas do something that he never had in his entire life before this – his eyes rolled up in his head, and he passed out cold in the rocker’s grip. He went limp so suddenly that Rob didn’t have time to react, and the accountant slid out of his grasp. Thomas fell backward in a boneless heap on the wooden floor of his foyer, hitting the back of his head with some force on the wood. Rob winced in shock and dismay as his neighbor went down, his rage cut off by sudden concern and the horrifying thought that he might have accidentally killed the guy.
“Fuck!” he cried, kneeling down next to the prone Thomas. “Are you all right?” he asked futilely, for the other man was still unconscious from fainting - and that blow to the head couldn’t have helped at all. Rob reached out and set two fingers against the side of his neck. The man’s pulse was a bit quick, but didn’t seem thready or faltering. He pulled off Thomas’s glasses and peeled back an eyelid, but the pupils in the brown eyes hadn’t contracted to pinpoints. What should he do? Call an ambulance? How badly had his neighbor been hurt when he fell? Should he move Thomas? He knew you weren’t supposed to move people who might have had a neck injury, but since he’d just hit his head…
Rob decided to take Thomas over to his couch and lay him down on it. But first he folded up the glasses and set them on an end table, not wanting them to get broken. Then he moved around and got his hands under Thomas’s shoulders, half-lifting the man and dragging him over to the couch. Fortunately the accountant wasn’t very tall or big, so he managed to pick his neighbor up and lay him on the couch with a pillow under his head. He winced again when he felt a fair-sized goose egg at the back of Thomas’s head. The rocker ran an agitated hand through his hair as he straightened up. This confrontation had not gone at all well. Still, he supposed that you couldn’t have expected it to, since he’d been screaming in the man’s face and shaking him like a rag doll when Thomas had passed out on him.
Guilt lanced through Rob. He’d have to take care of his neighbor and make sure that he was all right. He walked over to an archway, and found a very neat kitchen painted in sunny yellow and white colors. The rocker saw a dish towel carefully draped over a rack near the sink, and went to fetch it. He turned on the sink and soaked the towel in cool water, then wrung it out and carried it into the living room. Rob draped the towel over Thomas’s forehead, making the other man give forth a breathy moan. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? Hopefully it meant that his neighbor would wake up soon. Rob squatted next to the couch, still feeling terribly guilty. Yes, the things that Thomas had done to him had been nasty, but they had also basically been harmless nuisances. And he could completely understand WHY his neighbor had done those things – those roses had been the love of his life. Even someone as lacking in observational skills as Rob was knew that. It must have been terrible for him to come out and find those bushes all mangled and stripped like that. He knew that finding his antique bass Fender smashed by someone’s carelessness would have pissed him off royally. Hell, he’d have probably done a lot worse if their situations had been reversed.
Rob sighed. It sucked to be reasonable. But he really had no choice in this case – he couldn’t yell at his neighbor anymore, lest the man have a heart attack or something next. That’s all he’d need on his conscience. So he’d have to reassure the other man when he woke up, since it was clear that Thomas had feared being murdered. He looked at his neighbor, studying the slack face curiously. He really hadn’t looked at Thomas before this. He was just that weird guy that lived next door. So Rob was really surprised to see that when it wasn’t wearing a pinched, disapproving expression, Thomas’s face was actually kind of cute. His mouth was a little thin, but the lips were pink and kissable. He had a fine-boned face with surprisingly soft-looking skin, and his nose was slightly high-arched and rather elegant. Medium brown hair fell over a wide forehead, matching the wide brown eyes he remembered from when Thomas was staring at him in terror.
He frowned at himself. What the hell was he thinking?! This guy was responsible for his miserable week, and he was also really strange. Not cute or kind of sexy at all. Nope. Definitely not. So why did he have this hellacious urge to bend over and kiss Thomas while he was still out of it? Ridiculous and crazy both. That’s just what he’d need, his neighbor waking up to find Rob molesting him. He’d probably call the police. If he didn’t freak out and scream himself hoarse first. The rocker sighed, sitting back on his heels. He’d apparently lost his mind sometime during this crazy week. That could be the only explanation for his odd urges.
Thomas’s head rolled on the pillow, and he moaned breathily again. Rob decided to chafe his left wrist - and not because he wanted to see if the man’s skin was as soft as it looked. Right. He picked up the surprisingly delicate wrist, beginning to rub his thumb over the pulse point there. He could see the blue veins under the pale skin – and yes, it was as soft as it looked. Rob actually found that he was enjoying this, which was not a good thing at all. He resisted the urge to reach out and push a lock of the brown hair off of the other man’s forehead.
“Wake up, come on,” he urged Thomas softly. He wanted to make sure that the man didn’t have a concussion – and moreover, if Thomas were awake, he could better resist his weird urges to touch the other man.
The eyelids fluttered, then flickered slowly open. Dazed brown eyes stared up at him in incomprehension – until reason and memory flooded into them. Then Thomas tried to get away from him, which was a futile effort since Rob sort of had him caged on the couch. His breath panted in his chest in terror, and the rocker felt another lance of horrible guilt over having scared the man this badly.
“Shh, Shh,” he said, grabbing onto Thomas’s shoulder to keep him from moving too much. Best not to aggravate that head injury until he knew how bad it was. “It’s okay, I swear – I won’t hurt you.”
His tone of voice more than his words helped to make Thomas stop moving, and the brown eyes peered up at him in a near-sighted squint. Rob moved over to retrieve his glasses from the end table. “Here, put these on.” He handed them to the accountant, who took them with trembling fingers and set them on the end of his nose.
Rob was rather sad to see those expressive brown eyes half-disappear behind the glasses. Thomas stared up at him. His neighbor seemed bewildered by Rob’s sudden change in attitude. The rocker smiled at him as reassuringly as possible, and held up both of his hands palm-up in front of him. “I won’t hurt you, scout’s honor,” he remarked. “Listen, I’m really sorry that I yelled at you like that earlier. But I was really pissed off – I have had the worst week, and to discover that it was because of you! Man,” he shook his head, giving the bewildered Thomas a look that was almost admiring, “I’ve gotta say, you’re really smart. The stuff you came up with – it didn’t hurt me, but it did drive me completely nuts. That’s why I lost it when my brother-in-law figured out that it must have been you doing all of it. But I can understand why you did it…I am so very, very sorry about your roses, man. I didn’t even know what had happened to them until today. Fuck, you must have lost it yourself when you saw them. I can’t blame you for being totally pissed off. And I swear,” He added solemnly, “That I won’t have any more parties over at my place after this. If I do that, and I buy you replacement rosebushes, do you promise not to do any more horrible things to me?”
Thomas’s mouth worked. Rob said hurriedly: “Wait a moment,” and went into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. The accountant stared at him in astonishment when Rob returned with it and helped him to sip out of the glass.
“How’s your head? Does it hurt bad? You hit it when you passed out. I couldn’t catch you fast enough,” Rob said anxiously to him.
Thomas considered his head. It ached, but the pain wasn’t sickening. “It hurts,” he croaked.
“I bet,” the rocker said sympathetically.
The accountant blinked at him. “Why are you being so nice? Did you mean what you said? About not having any more parties at your house?” he asked uncertainly.
Rob nodded. “Yep. I sure did. I realize now that I’ve been a pretty crappy neighbor. Haven’t I? Parties at all hours of the night, yelling at you when you woke me up during the day – I’d have been mad at me, too. Ricky was right; you did used to glare at me all the time, didn’t you? Can’t say that I blame you. But from now on, I’ll try to turn over a new leaf. If you promise not to keep punking me all the time, that is,” he added ruefully.
Thomas didn’t know what ‘punking’ was, but he could get the meaning easily from the context of the sentence. “Very well,” he said rather stiffly. “If you cease having parties at your house, I will refrain from trying to make you move out.”
His curious way of speaking made Rob’s lips twitch. At the same time, though, it made a certain other part of his body twitch, as well. He’d always had a thing for smart people – he’d dated several science geeks in school, and had once even had a mild crush on his soon-to-be brother-in-law Patrick. There was just something about big…brains…that got his engine revving. He cleared his throat, feeling suddenly rather uncomfortable in the pair of jeans shorts that he was wearing. “Uh, yeah. Gotcha. It’s a deal. Now hold still, I’ve gotta look at your pupils,” he told Thomas.
“Why?” the accountant asked in puzzlement.
“Because you gave yourself a pretty smart whack on the back of the head when you went down,” the rocker explained as set his hands on the other man’s cheeks to turn his head a bit so that he could peer at Thomas’s pupils.
The accountant felt dizzy suddenly, and not from the crack on the head either. Rob’s hands were hard and warm, long fingers cradling his cheeks and chin. Heat flashed through him, and he wondered distantly if he was going to pass out again right here and now. He was too close! Too close to that handsome face with the sexy stubble on it, and that sensual mouth that produced such beautiful sounds. He’d never been this close to a man he found desirable in his entire life. Which was a sad thing to say, but it was also true. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his breathing seemed to have stopped altogether by the time that Rob finally released him.
“They look fine. They’re not different sizes or anything,” the rocker remarked. “Still, you shouldn’t go to sleep for the next few hours just in case. I’d stay and watch over you, but I have to get back. My brothers-in-law are working in my backyard – I can’t let them do it alone, especially since it's my mess they’re cleaning up. I could come and check on you in a little while, though,” he added. “Make sure that you’re all right and everything.”
Thomas blinked at him again. Cleaning up? Oh, yes. He felt color swarm up into his cheeks as he felt some guilt of his own. Here Rob was being so solicitous of his health, while his relatives toiled over the mess that had to be cleaned up because Thomas had called the city and reported him…
Rob wondered what was causing the delightful wash of color in his neighbor’s normally pale cheeks. Then Thomas surprised him: “I would like to join you and help with your clearing up efforts, Mr. Carleton,” he said.
The rocker’s brows shot up. “You do? Why?” he asked.
Thomas sighed. “Because it is my fault that you have to go to these efforts in the first place. The least I can do is help out a bit.”
Rob stared at him, then shrugged and grinned. “Sure, why not? I can use all the help I can get. But don’t try to do too much - not with that lump on your head.” He added sternly, pointing an admonishing finger at Thomas.
He slowly sat up and took the damp towel from his forehead. “I won’t,” he said with as much dignity as he could muster. “Just let me change my clothes and I’ll go to your house with you,” he stood up slowly, only swaying a little. Rob watched him in concern, but his legs firmed under him and he managed to walk away toward his bedroom.
Rob stood in the living room waiting for him, feeling kind of odd. This whole thing had not turned out as he’d expected to, not at all. It was great that he had a truce going with Thomas, though. Maybe they could learn to be good neighbors to each other now. His dick twitched in his shorts again at this thought, whispering to him that they could become VERY good neighbors, indeed. He ignored it, but it wasn’t easy. Pretty hard, actually. The traitorous little bastard.
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