Window Games

Chapter 3

A/N: I honestly have no excuse for how long this took. I just dragged my ass writing it, editing it, and cleaning it up after betas were done. And I still have 2 more chapters that are done besides the cleanup, so hopefully those won't take nearly as long. I think this is going to be 10 chapters total. Maybe some nice comments can help me get my butt into gear and finish up?

Thanks to damtoti, meddlingmediator, and monsterinthelookingglass on tumblr for betaing~

Things progressed in much the same manner for the next few months. As much as Gilbert wanted to get to know the gorgeous man across the street, he certainly didn't want to push his luck. As it was, his days usually ended with a beer and a strip tease. Sometimes he would strip too, and the appreciative gaze it earned him told him that his twice-a-week visits to the gym were apparently doing enough to counteract the "computer geek" lifestyle. Most of the time, their interactions didn't even feel like sexual trading. If he had to compare it to something, it would be more like viewing artistic nudes. The man was beautiful, after all...

On one of his days off, Gilbert found himself sitting at the table in his apartment, thinking. Normally he had music going or the TV on to keep him company, but today was different. He toyed with a half-empty water bottle, not really seeing it. Instead, his mind was on the man across the street. Maybe it was time to do something.

These days, he ached to have that smooth, sun-kissed skin under his hands more than he could ever remember wanting anything. He was short, so Gilbert could imagine him being a perfect little spoon and folding into his arms easily. He was too far away to see what color his eyes were, but they were always so alluring...He wondered what the man's voice sounded like when he was half-asleep, or if he had an accent. He still had yet to find out if he was really Italian or if the flag meant something else to him entirely.

Frustrated, he dropped the bottle and got to his feet, heading back into his bedroom. The object of his interest was at work, so he might as well play video games until he at least had a chance to make contact with the guy. The game effectively swallowed his attention for several hours, and when he resurfaced with the realization that he was getting hungry, he realized the sky was dark.

He stood and flicked on the lights to look for his phone. At this point, he wasn't really interested in cooking for himself. Ordering takeout seemed like the best option tonight.

Out of the corner of his eye though, he noticed the lights were on in the apartment across the street. Curious, he turned.

Gilbert stared across the street, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, though his body was telling him to stop trying to figure it out and just enjoy. He leaned against the window, the glass cool against his forehead as his hand crept toward his zipper.

That damn Italian knew exactly what he was doing—Gilbert was sure of it. They knew each other's schedules by now, so there was no way any of this was a coincidence. The other's lights were on and the curtains wide open, letting Gilbert see his naked form sprawled out on the bed. He was already hard, one hand stroking his cock lazily.

Gilbert could feel himself getting hard as well, and he bit his lip fiercely as he tried to keep control over himself. Gott, he wanted to be over there, watching him from up close as he squirmed in the sheets and filled the room with his sweet moans. The blond had spent a lot of time wondering what his voice sounded like—he really wished he had some way to hear it now.

The brunet lifted himself slightly, turning to the window. His hazy eyes met Gilbert's, and that familiar flush spread over his cheeks. He smirked though, sinking back down slowly and resuming those slow, lazy strokes.