Author's note: This story is a little "spinoffy" from "My Best Friend Blaine," but I don't think you need to read that before this for it to make sense. Just know that our main character and her friend Blaine have both been sexually/romantically involved with Mark and each other.
But on another note, this story is a deviation from the one's I've done already. It's going to be multi-chapter, not "slam-bam" like my other ones, so if that happens to be what you're in the mood for, I apologize. Love me anyway?
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On Friday, June 3rd, at exactly 10:47 pm, I became a voyeur.
It wasn't my fault though, I swear. The whole time, it was as if I was having an out of body experience. One moment I was standing by the window, ordering Chinese food, and the next, I was crouching beneath the pane, staring straight into the apartment across the street from mine.
It was his fault, really.
Who walks around half-naked in their apartment without the curtains pulled?
A pervert, that's who,
I assured myself.
Someone who wants you to look.
So, I did.
I got on my knees, crouched to a height at which I was sure he wouldn't be able to see me, and stared straight ahead.
Two weeks ago, I wouldn't have dared to peep, but this was different. Much different. Instead of facing the balding, overweight, and crabby tenant who had rented before, I was being treated to the strikingly long, lean body of the new guy. I had to restrain a lovesick sigh when I saw him bend over in his tight briefs to pick up something from the floor.
"Yowza," I smirked, leaning up and cocking my head a little to get a better look.
But before I could thoroughly inspect his assets, he rose with what looked like a scarf wrapped around his hand. For a long while, I watched him stand there in front of the window with his lips moving, but no audible sound coming out.
Unfortunately, the rest of his apartment wasn't as visible and I couldn't begin to make out who he was talking to. For a moment, though, I pretended it was me. I imagined standing on the other side of his room, watching with a smile as he swept that glossy black hair out of his eyes, and smirked at nothing in particular. Imagined seeing his face, staring into his eyes, and tracing my fingertips over every bit of exposed skin.
By the end of the night, maybe I'd even be the one helping him out of that underwear...
That's it,
I thought as I caught myself drooling.
No more Wal-Mart brand romance novels for me.
A little sickened by my pervish behavior, I reached up to close my own blinds and shut his image out of my mind, but a quick burst of movement startled me backward, onto my rump. Out of nowhere, the new tenant pulled a woman from the floor and shoved her into a kneeling position in front of his bed. I started to gasp, but then closed both hands over my mouth. It wasn't as if he could have heard me, anyway, but still, the action scared me shitless.
But still...
I couldn't look away.
As far as I could see, the woman was gorgeous. Long, strawberry blonde hair ran down her back and flared out over her large breasts. Even from my apartment, I could see the nipples, puffy, pink, and raw from what looked like a set of clamps swinging between her breasts. Her pale skin was flushed and her wrists, tied behind her with some kind of dark cloth, red and bruised.
Mouth wide beneath my hands, I watched in awe of the man's next moves. Viciously, he grabbed the blonde by the roots of her hair and yanked her head upward. Even though I couldn't clearly see his face, I expected to read some sort of anger and violent emotion from somewhere, but instead, I was distracted by his lips. They curved up in a satisfied smirk that instead of shocking me cold, sent a strange hot flash through my entire body.
Quivering slightly, I slid my gaze down his body and stopped at the sight of the bulge in his briefs. He leaned over the blonde's body and tied the scarf in his hand tight around her head, covering her eyes. Then, slowly, I watched him begin to grind against her. I could see her trembling slightly, and her bound hands clenching into fists.
When he leaned up again, the outline of his cock was more distinct, and jutted out against the fabric. Still smirking, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the tight, black briefs and began to drag them down.
My heart hammered anxiously in my chest, and as I leaned up to get a better look, his eyes immediately drifted to the open window.
Such dark, soulless eyes.
Frozen, I watched as he pushed the blonde's face into the mattress with urgency and lowered his face to her ear. Then, those dark eyes of his scanned left to right before traveling up to lock with mine across the street.
For a brief moment, his smirk faltered, and I saw the bit of anger I had first anticipated. He spread his arms, like an eagle about to take flight, and reached out for the blinds. As the blonde on the bed started to shift, he drew them shut.
Just like that, he was gone.
For a long while after that, I remained on the floor, trying to steady my heartbeat. I couldn't begin to wrap my mind around what had just gone on before me, and part of me didn't want to. But another part, a much larger part, needed to know.
The doorbell rang, signaling my delivery, but I was still too glued to the floor to do anything about it. The tone sounded once, twice, three times before my roommate, Blaine stomped out into the living room.
"What's the matter with you, idiot?" she shot my way before rushing to answer the door.
Slowly, I managed to move my gaze to the door, but instead of the Chinese delivery man, I noticed a tall, slim figure leaning against the doorframe. My thoughts immediately went to the man across the street and I hid behind the couch in reflex.
"I didn't see anything!" I cried.
"She really is batshit crazy, isn't she?" a familiar voice chuckled, and I peeked over the arm of the sofa to face the intruder.
"Mark..." I gave a sigh of relief upon seeing the man's face. He peered down at me curiously for a moment, and then rolled his eyes.
He tried to step into the apartment, but Blaine blocked him with one arm.
"What do you want?" She blew a tuft of red hair from her eyes to mask her irritation, but I knew that little tick well enough. She was ready to kick ass.
