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nickngregTitle: Rear Window
Challenge: Voyeurism at http://www.livejournal.com/community/ngchallenge/
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them, but I would like to watch.
Spoilers: None
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godgaleshot and fred_bear if I'd managed to get it to them for beta but this is really late for the challenge. However, I do thank them for their unfailing support and friendship, without which this would not have been born.
A/N: Shout out to Alfred Hitchcock. And sorry, this is so late for the Voyeurism challenge but I couldn't resist.
I’m straight, I just want to let you know up front. In fact, I’m glad I’m straight even though it’s making me unhappy right now. My girlfriend, Samantha, broke up with me and just walked out, which is how it is that I can’t sleep. I can sleep for a couple of hours here and there, but I have yet to sleep a whole night through since she moved out. And my apartment looks so empty, desolate even. She took all her stuff and some of the things we’d acquired together. The living room looks a bit like a bowling alley, with one couch, one end table and the TV on the floor. I haven’t even had the energy to go out and get some crates to put it on. Not that I’m watching much TV.
I can’t bear to be inside and look at the emptiness where Samantha used to be. And we never sat on the terrace outside so that’s where I am most of the time I’m home now. I got a telescope, just to look at the stars, but let’s face it, the stars aren’t doing much and my neighbors are much more interesting.
I never really noticed before but the girl who lives with her mother on the first floor left, really doesn’t like to eat meat. Her mother makes these balanced dinners but Beth, that’s the girl’s name, never eats the meat. Her dog is the major beneficiary and he seems to have entered into a conspiracy with her. He never begs at the table, so the mother hasn’t caught on yet. And Beth just eats calmly, small bites, chews 30 times before swallowing, except every other bite goes to the dog under the table. Maybe she’s a vegan, I mused, and her mother can’t or won’t accept it. And she’s craving micon and her mother gives her hamburger.
See that’s what happens when you start watching people. You make up stories about what they’re doing and why. Yeah, I know it’s just to get my mind off my own pitiful problems, but when you can’t sleep, it’s better than infomercials.
And it’s not like I’m a voyeur or anything. At least I’ve never been one before, but the more I watch, the more fascinating it is to see how other people live. I know I’m only seeing snippets, but voices don’t carry that well, except at night. And even then, it has to be quiet and the wind has to be coming a certain way.
There’s a young couple, Nicole and Tim, who live on the first floor right. I thought they were married but suddenly she’s having a lot of parties that involve toilet paper dresses and bows and gifts and lots of girls. All cute and all too young for me. I know that if Samantha had been here, first of all she would have told me to stop watching them, but then she’d have taken the telescope and looked herself, informing me that Nicole’s dress was tacky and didn’t suit her. Then we would have gotten into a stupid argument about the dress, which I could care less about, because I would have said Nicole looks happy and the dress doesn’t matter. Samantha would have said that Nicole would have looked even happier in a dress that suited her and probably would have gone off to give Nicole fashion advice. I guess maybe it’s not so bad that Samantha is gone. If only it didn’t hurt so much.
Two guys live across the way on the second floor, I know one of them is named Nick. His roommate’s voice carries better. They’re pretty quiet and they both seem to work nights, so usually they’re not home when I’m out “star-gazing”. And their schedule seems pretty screwy, because sometimes they don’t come home at all and other days their blinds are down all day. They seem to do something official because they both wear the same vests that say Police on the back, but they’re never in uniform.
Earlier after Beth and her dog finished their dinner, she practiced her piano. Kid’s pretty good which is nice because on these cool nights when you want your windows open you’d have to blast your music if you didn’t want to listen to her. But it’s 4 a.m and she’s been asleep for hours. Or at least in bed. Tim and Nicole went off somewhere earlier, I’m guessing for the First Dance Lesson for the wedding because they were waltzing around their apartment with Very Serious Faces right before they left. When they came back they were smiling and laughing before they put out the light. Young love. Yeah, right.
A light goes on at Nick and unnamed roommate’s apartment and I see roommate go into the kitchen and start making coffee. Coffee? At 4 a.m.? Well, like I said, their schedule is screwy. They turn out the light but I can see them outlined in the moonlight as they take their coffee out on the terrace and stand looking to the right, were you can see the neon lighting the sky over downtown.
I turned the scope back up to the sky and locate Orion immediately. Actually it’s the only constellation I can locate, because of the belt, and sadly I don’t even know whether his head or feet are up. I search for the big dipper, but I’m not good at finding it. I realize that the stars are in different locations depending on the time of year, (because sometimes I can’t even find Orion) and since I’ve got this telescope maybe I better get on the internet and find out what I’m looking at. I know this year three planets are supposed to line up but where do I look and how can I tell if I’m looking at it.
A slight noise draws my attention back to earth and I scan over the apartments. Most of them are dark, but there’s a light in Nick and roommate’s apartment. And God, don’t people know that if they leave the curtains open and the light on it’s like being on a stage. Because I don’t think these guys realize they have an audience or they wouldn’t be… NAKED. Naked and kissing! But…they’re guys!
Okay, okay, calm down, I’ve heard of gay people. I scrabble for the scope in the dark which I dropped when I saw them… kissing. My heart is beating so fast and I feel really uncomfortable. Okay, maybe not that uncomfortable because I just looked again and I have never seen anything so…erotic.
I’ve seen my share of porn, like any other guy, and I’ve certainly enjoyed whenever a girlfriend has been uninhibited enough to walk around starkers.
But. Oh. My. God.
They’re lying on the bed now, kissing. Naked. I said that, I know, but I just want to be sure you know just HOW naked they are and they are more naked than anyone I’ve ever seen. I never thought I’d want to see two guys together. I mean, I’m straight, I said, right? And I really don’t want to BE with another guy.
The guy named Nick, holy cow. He is built. His muscles are toned and cut, and his abs! Note to self: you have a gym membership. If this doesn’t get you to go, what will? Anyway, he’s tanned and toned and wide shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, dark hair. What Samantha would call, “gorgeous.”
The roommate, he’s skinnier but it’s obvious he works out too because he’s got a tricep dimple I would kill for. Toned but more supple, smoother, except for some really heavy-duty scars on his back. His hair is messy, but it’s always messy, blonder than Nick. And he’s not so tanned, more creamy in color. Samantha would say he was, “cute”.
Now they’re not just kissing any more. They’re… doing it. The blonde roommate guy is on his knees, holding onto the headboard, his skin smooth and shiny with sweat. Nick is behind him, darker tan, his muscles harder and straining as they move together. They fit perfectly, as if they were custom built for each other, pressed together from hip to knee. Nick has one hand wrapped around blond roommate’s chest as he kisses the skin across his shoulders. He kisses right over the scars, as if he’s got some kind of fascination with them. Then he reaches around to grab roommate’s cock, which is pretty impressively erect. Roommate arches back and his head goes up. I can see his lips move, but I can’t hear anything. Anyway it’s not difficult to tell that he’s enjoying this very much.
He seems to be coming and collapses onto the bed and Nick goes down with him. He raises himself slightly on his arms, moving faster now, and he cries out, “Greg!” Like I say, voices carry at night.
They lie together like that for it seems like an hour, but it’s really only five minutes or so. And then Greg (blond roommate) turns under Nick and they’re snuggling, snuggling and kissing! And damn, if it was erotic before this is just flat out romantic. Samantha never wanted to cuddle, she would just roll over and go to sleep.
Like I said, I’m straight. So, now the light’s out. And the sky is getting light. I can’t sit here any longer or everyone will know that I like to watch. And, um, I’ve got something to take care of in the, um, shower. I’m straight, remember?
Challenge: Voyeurism at http://www.livejournal.com/community/ngchallenge/
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them, but I would like to watch.
Spoilers: None
I would thank
godgaleshot and fred_bear if I'd managed to get it to them for beta but this is really late for the challenge. However, I do thank them for their unfailing support and friendship, without which this would not have been born.A/N: Shout out to Alfred Hitchcock. And sorry, this is so late for the Voyeurism challenge but I couldn't resist.
I’m straight, I just want to let you know up front. In fact, I’m glad I’m straight even though it’s making me unhappy right now. My girlfriend, Samantha, broke up with me and just walked out, which is how it is that I can’t sleep. I can sleep for a couple of hours here and there, but I have yet to sleep a whole night through since she moved out. And my apartment looks so empty, desolate even. She took all her stuff and some of the things we’d acquired together. The living room looks a bit like a bowling alley, with one couch, one end table and the TV on the floor. I haven’t even had the energy to go out and get some crates to put it on. Not that I’m watching much TV.
I can’t bear to be inside and look at the emptiness where Samantha used to be. And we never sat on the terrace outside so that’s where I am most of the time I’m home now. I got a telescope, just to look at the stars, but let’s face it, the stars aren’t doing much and my neighbors are much more interesting.
I never really noticed before but the girl who lives with her mother on the first floor left, really doesn’t like to eat meat. Her mother makes these balanced dinners but Beth, that’s the girl’s name, never eats the meat. Her dog is the major beneficiary and he seems to have entered into a conspiracy with her. He never begs at the table, so the mother hasn’t caught on yet. And Beth just eats calmly, small bites, chews 30 times before swallowing, except every other bite goes to the dog under the table. Maybe she’s a vegan, I mused, and her mother can’t or won’t accept it. And she’s craving micon and her mother gives her hamburger.
See that’s what happens when you start watching people. You make up stories about what they’re doing and why. Yeah, I know it’s just to get my mind off my own pitiful problems, but when you can’t sleep, it’s better than infomercials.
And it’s not like I’m a voyeur or anything. At least I’ve never been one before, but the more I watch, the more fascinating it is to see how other people live. I know I’m only seeing snippets, but voices don’t carry that well, except at night. And even then, it has to be quiet and the wind has to be coming a certain way.
There’s a young couple, Nicole and Tim, who live on the first floor right. I thought they were married but suddenly she’s having a lot of parties that involve toilet paper dresses and bows and gifts and lots of girls. All cute and all too young for me. I know that if Samantha had been here, first of all she would have told me to stop watching them, but then she’d have taken the telescope and looked herself, informing me that Nicole’s dress was tacky and didn’t suit her. Then we would have gotten into a stupid argument about the dress, which I could care less about, because I would have said Nicole looks happy and the dress doesn’t matter. Samantha would have said that Nicole would have looked even happier in a dress that suited her and probably would have gone off to give Nicole fashion advice. I guess maybe it’s not so bad that Samantha is gone. If only it didn’t hurt so much.
Two guys live across the way on the second floor, I know one of them is named Nick. His roommate’s voice carries better. They’re pretty quiet and they both seem to work nights, so usually they’re not home when I’m out “star-gazing”. And their schedule seems pretty screwy, because sometimes they don’t come home at all and other days their blinds are down all day. They seem to do something official because they both wear the same vests that say Police on the back, but they’re never in uniform.
Earlier after Beth and her dog finished their dinner, she practiced her piano. Kid’s pretty good which is nice because on these cool nights when you want your windows open you’d have to blast your music if you didn’t want to listen to her. But it’s 4 a.m and she’s been asleep for hours. Or at least in bed. Tim and Nicole went off somewhere earlier, I’m guessing for the First Dance Lesson for the wedding because they were waltzing around their apartment with Very Serious Faces right before they left. When they came back they were smiling and laughing before they put out the light. Young love. Yeah, right.
A light goes on at Nick and unnamed roommate’s apartment and I see roommate go into the kitchen and start making coffee. Coffee? At 4 a.m.? Well, like I said, their schedule is screwy. They turn out the light but I can see them outlined in the moonlight as they take their coffee out on the terrace and stand looking to the right, were you can see the neon lighting the sky over downtown.
I turned the scope back up to the sky and locate Orion immediately. Actually it’s the only constellation I can locate, because of the belt, and sadly I don’t even know whether his head or feet are up. I search for the big dipper, but I’m not good at finding it. I realize that the stars are in different locations depending on the time of year, (because sometimes I can’t even find Orion) and since I’ve got this telescope maybe I better get on the internet and find out what I’m looking at. I know this year three planets are supposed to line up but where do I look and how can I tell if I’m looking at it.
A slight noise draws my attention back to earth and I scan over the apartments. Most of them are dark, but there’s a light in Nick and roommate’s apartment. And God, don’t people know that if they leave the curtains open and the light on it’s like being on a stage. Because I don’t think these guys realize they have an audience or they wouldn’t be… NAKED. Naked and kissing! But…they’re guys!
Okay, okay, calm down, I’ve heard of gay people. I scrabble for the scope in the dark which I dropped when I saw them… kissing. My heart is beating so fast and I feel really uncomfortable. Okay, maybe not that uncomfortable because I just looked again and I have never seen anything so…erotic.
I’ve seen my share of porn, like any other guy, and I’ve certainly enjoyed whenever a girlfriend has been uninhibited enough to walk around starkers.
But. Oh. My. God.
They’re lying on the bed now, kissing. Naked. I said that, I know, but I just want to be sure you know just HOW naked they are and they are more naked than anyone I’ve ever seen. I never thought I’d want to see two guys together. I mean, I’m straight, I said, right? And I really don’t want to BE with another guy.
The guy named Nick, holy cow. He is built. His muscles are toned and cut, and his abs! Note to self: you have a gym membership. If this doesn’t get you to go, what will? Anyway, he’s tanned and toned and wide shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, dark hair. What Samantha would call, “gorgeous.”
The roommate, he’s skinnier but it’s obvious he works out too because he’s got a tricep dimple I would kill for. Toned but more supple, smoother, except for some really heavy-duty scars on his back. His hair is messy, but it’s always messy, blonder than Nick. And he’s not so tanned, more creamy in color. Samantha would say he was, “cute”.
Now they’re not just kissing any more. They’re… doing it. The blonde roommate guy is on his knees, holding onto the headboard, his skin smooth and shiny with sweat. Nick is behind him, darker tan, his muscles harder and straining as they move together. They fit perfectly, as if they were custom built for each other, pressed together from hip to knee. Nick has one hand wrapped around blond roommate’s chest as he kisses the skin across his shoulders. He kisses right over the scars, as if he’s got some kind of fascination with them. Then he reaches around to grab roommate’s cock, which is pretty impressively erect. Roommate arches back and his head goes up. I can see his lips move, but I can’t hear anything. Anyway it’s not difficult to tell that he’s enjoying this very much.
He seems to be coming and collapses onto the bed and Nick goes down with him. He raises himself slightly on his arms, moving faster now, and he cries out, “Greg!” Like I say, voices carry at night.
They lie together like that for it seems like an hour, but it’s really only five minutes or so. And then Greg (blond roommate) turns under Nick and they’re snuggling, snuggling and kissing! And damn, if it was erotic before this is just flat out romantic. Samantha never wanted to cuddle, she would just roll over and go to sleep.
Like I said, I’m straight. So, now the light’s out. And the sky is getting light. I can’t sit here any longer or everyone will know that I like to watch. And, um, I’ve got something to take care of in the, um, shower. I’m straight, remember?
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Date: 2005-07-14 09:29 pm (UTC)Like who wouldn't watch!
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Date: 2005-07-15 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-14 10:01 pm (UTC)And you better believe that as soon as I find out where Nick and Greg live, they're going to have a new neighbor.
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Date: 2005-07-15 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-14 11:38 pm (UTC)I know someone who actually talks like that.
I love how the guy is insisting he's straight throughout, but keeps watching. Gorgeously done, and very hot.
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Date: 2005-07-15 05:46 am (UTC)Yeah I thought it was funny how the narrator kept insisting he was straight. Maybe he isn't so much any more. LOL Thank you!
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Date: 2005-07-18 05:51 pm (UTC)Wow. Just...guhwowohmanthatwasHOT!
Well done!
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Date: 2005-07-18 06:42 pm (UTC)