Klance fluff//angst//smut

How to bang your neighbor 101

Keith loved his apartment complex, absolutely loved it. It was in a good neighborhood, close to his office, easy access to the city but not neck deep in it where the buzzing sound was ceaseless, and his neighbors were all fairly quiet. He'd been living in the same apartment for three years now, in love with the place. That was, until he came. Keith had been enjoying his first cup of morning coffee when he spotted the mover's van outside his window. He had known his old neighbor had moved out and he was getting a new neighbor in the duplex he currently resided on his own. He had heard the neighbor from the duplex beside his go on and on about how the old tenant, Mr. Rayferry, had moved into a nursing home - unable to keep up with rent and the care needed on his own. Keith could only hope whoever was moving into the floor above him was as quiet as old Mr. Rayferry.  Keith cursed his luck as he looked at his clock. He had to go, or else he'd be late for work. Guess he'd have to check out the new neighbor when he got home. 
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Lance admired the duplex he was going to be renting. He heard from the landlord he would have the top floor - consisting of one bedroom, full bath, kitchenette, and a big living space. Which the only thing that mattered to Lance was the bedroom. After all of his boxes were put into his apartment, he looked around it - feeling accomplished. This was his second apartment and it was finally closer to where he worked. He'd definitely save on transportation this way, but even better was the fact it was closer to the city as well - a good enough distance that the noise level was nice, but close enough that it had a bus system - he could go to his usually fishing spots, get smashed, and then bring home his fish without the worry of being pulled over or crashing.  Lance smirked at the thought of his 'fish' - ready to break in his four post bed asap. He had bought it with that in mind, actually. A Four post bed was ideal for the finer things in life - like kinky sexcapades that included possibly being tied to those posts. He snickered to himself, eyes gleaming at plans he had. 
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To say Keith started off with a bad impression of his neighbor would be an understatement.  He had come home from work, tired and miserable, only to find his damn new neighbor pressing some girl up against the stairwell leading up to his apartment. It was their only shared space and Keith did not want to see some damn heterosexual mating going on, but it looked like his new neighbor was that kind of fuckwad that held no semblance of privacy for intimacies. Wonderful. It must be nice, being able to feel like you can just make out in front of whoever and wherever you want. Keith groused to himself as he slammed his door - hoping the dudebro would have the decency to go upstairs with his date after that.  Well, he did, but it only got worse from there.  Keith had made his bedtime tea and was laying in his bed, almost finished with his tea and ready to sleep when he heard it, the unmistakable sounds of bedsprings popping and the sounds of a frame scraping against a wooden floor.  No.... No!  Keith suddenly wished Mr. Rayferry would come back, even if the polka music had been a tad annoying - this was far worse.  And just when Keith thought it couldn't get any worse, the voices started. The feminine voice crying out, but the man's voice... Christ, you would think he was starring in a porno. The asshat probably thought he was God's gift to women, thinking himself a stud as he pounded away at her. Keith inwardly seethed and outwardly growled. He hoped the guy premature ejaculated and left his date unimpressed. But unfortunately, this went on for quite awhile until finally, with a final scream, they must have came.  About damn time.  Keith's head was pounding and he finally snuggled into bed, hearing soft murmurs above that soon escalated into giggling and then became another sex session.  God damn it! 
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Lance felt like he was king of the world.  His lips curled in a self satisfied smirk, his robe hanging on his shoulders as he drank the coffee his date had made before she left, her number on a napkin as well as a kiss mark on it. God, he loved women who knew what he was about. No clinginess; just a good time, good sleep, and then good coffee in the morning.  He sipped at his cup, stretching as he padded across the floor and looked out the window for a moment. He wondered briefly if his neighbor had been disturbed by his fun last night. He doubted it. If memory served him right, the landlord had said an elderly gentleman by the name of Bradberry, Raymerry, whatever... lived below him. He was supposedly up in years and probably couldn't hear for shit. If anything, the only disturbance this old guy would provide would be the sound of old music. But other than that? Probably not much else. So hopefully the guy was deaf enough that Lance could have all the loud sex he wanted.  Lance hummed as he placed his cup on its saucer - heading to take a shower. He didn't have work today, but he should probably go say hi to his neighbors, even Mr. Fayrerry or whatever. He wanted to get in the good graces of most of them as his momma had taught him it was the right thing to do, besides - who knows if he'd ever need help. He finished his shower and dressed in a casual clothes, leaving his apartment to knock on Mr.Radberry's door. He pounded on it one more time before he decided that the old man must still be asleep, shrugging it off to leave his duplex to go to the one beside it.  He met the first residents - a single mom of two cute little kids, and the tenants above were a pregnant couple. Lance thanked the stars he was good with kids, charming the pants off those neighbors instantly. He moved on to the next, finding it housing two elderly ladies - who reminded him of his grandma and his great-aunt. He got a kick out of them and think they did the same with him. So far, so good.  The process repeated and he found all the neighbors were quite pleasant. It felt homey and was a nice change from some of the skeevy people he had left behind. He sighed and headed to the local coffee shop instead of heading home, deciding to get some food. Besides, it looked like it would be his breakfast stop before heading to work. 
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Keith almost choked on his food when the fucking heterosexual walked through the door of his favorite cafe. He was sitting at his usual table, an alcove booth, his laptop out and work up, a plate with his favorite sandwich to his right and his cup on the left. He scowled as he watched the guy walk in. Which was a shame, really. The guy was pretty attractive - for a heterosexual dickwad. He was tall, shoulders broad that tapered down into a lean middle and proceeding with long legs. And let's not forget that ass. He had a nice one, even if it were a little flat - it was still a nice ass and Keith bet it would be great to hold onto while he pounded away - Keith shook his head at the disturbing thoughts.  The guy was a hetero dudebro, leave it.  Still, Keith could appreciate a tall glass of water when he was thirsty enough. And he certainly was parched, given the lack of bedmates lately.  He made himself ignore his noisy neighbor, focusing on his sandwich and the work he had brought with him to the cafe. But it was hard to ignore the neighbor when he was so damn loud. It wasn't just the sex apparently, but the man was loud in general. Ordering his food loudly, flirting with the cashier loudly... ugh, Keith hated the fact he would probably have to actually confront him eventually - he could only hope that he would turn down the volume a couple of notches before that happened.  Keith finished his sandwich and wrapped up his work, shutting the laptop and shoving it into its briefcase. He glanced one last time at the dudebro neighbor, who was now cutting into some waffles, and left. 
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  Holy shit, that guy was hot.  Lance had noticed the fine piece of meat sitting at the small booth when he came in, his dark hair pulled in a small ponytail, suit pressed and hugging his shoulders, arms slightly thicker than Lance's own. The guy wasn't built, but he had a nice body that Lance could tell even from his sitting position. It had been awhile since Lance had thought another man was hot, he usually went for women because they were easier, smelled nicer usually, and let's face it - a lot of guys weren't as well groomed as women. But Lance could feel the sudden urge to go and explore his bi side at the sight of the man. He could have sworn the guy was checking him out too.  He was thinking of going to flirt with the man after his waffles, when the man got up, finished with his meal. It gave Lance the opportunity to check out that ass before getting back to his waffles. It was a missed chance, but not the last one. The guy more than likely came here often, at least Lance hoped he did.  Lance finished his food and headed back to his duplex, pounding once again on Mr. Snozberry's door. Still no answer. Maybe he should call 911? Or, the old man could be out. He may be elderly, but that didn't mean he didn't have a life.  Lance padded up to his apartment, unlocking the door and stepping inside, breathing in the air of his new sanctuary. It felt good to be home. He went to his bedroom - the bed still rumpled from the sex this morning. He grinned, thinking of cleaning the sheets later, for now, he wanted to sink into the bed and take a good nap. 
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Keith had thought, that throughout the week, the sex would stop. But he was wrong. Dead wrong.  He wasn't sure what his annoying neighbor did for a living, but he was beginning to think he was some sort of prostitute with all the sex he was having. The noise level was still top notch annoying, but what was more annoying was how Keith was starting to get turned on by the sound of his neighbor's voice. He had a nice voice - Keith could admit that, but the last thing he wanted on top of the lack of sleep was an erection every damn night. His head pounded in time with the pounding on his ceiling.  He'd confront the man tomorrow, he would!  But when a blood curdling scream ran through the air, along with the sound of a smack against flesh - spanking, probably, Keith had enough. He stood on his bed and pounded on the ceiling rapidly with his fist.  "Quiet down!"  It was kind of comical how the sex sounds stopped for a moment - almost like a cricket hearing the sound of something moving, but the minute Keith settled back in, the sounds picked up. They were quieter - for a moment, but then it picked right back and Keith sighed miserably. Whatever, two could play at this fucking game. He'd go out soon, find some guy to bring home, and then he'd fucking yell so loud and bounce so hard on that dick, that his stupid neighbor would regret moving in to this duplex.  He shoved a pillow over his head, his eyes glaring at the clock as the sounds of sex continued to plague him until he fell asleep. 
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Lance felt terrible, he hadn't meant to disturb Mr.Snacklefurry so badly. But before the man hadn't made a peep, so why now? Especially when the woman he had with him had been... so damn good. The buxom blond had known how to work it and damn, had she done all the right things. He had especially liked those plump pink lips around his dick. He sighed as he watched her sleep, running a finger over her nipple, which woke her - her brown eyes crinkling. "Wanna go again?"  Lance shook his head. "Nah, my neighbor got pissed and it's asscrack in the morning. I don't want to get reported to my landlord."  "Hm... well, I hope you don't mind me flaking out early then."  "Hey, we had our fun, it's all good."  The blond giggled, blowing him a kiss as she gathered her clothes, dressing, and then leaving Lance, who rolled over and looked at the clock. It was five fifteen in the morning, so early... he had work in like, four hours though, so perhaps it was a sign to get up.  The sound of a shower starting downstairs made his eyes flicker to the floor. His neighbor was awake already... which meant that his neighbor worked early hours. Which... made no sense. He briefly thought about the fact Mr. Snoreberry was supposed to be in his eighties or something, would he really be working early? Wasn't he retired?  If it wasn't some elderly guy, who was his neighbor?  Curiosity got the best of him. He got up and showered himself, hoping that when he finished, he could catch his elusive neighbor for once. He quickly dressed in his work attire - tying his tie before rushing out the door - running down the stairs and then turning to knock on the door.  For once, he heard a soft mumble inside and then the sound of footsteps. The door opened to reveal the hot guy from the cafe.  Oh.  Oh.  Lance's heart would have skipped a beat if he were green, but he was well versed in the ways of attraction. He put on a charming smile. "Hey, we finally meet."  The neighbor was glaring at him, his eyes more tired than necessary. "It seems so."  Damn, his voice... it would sound good in his bed. Lance licked his lips, feeling a little intimidated now. "Names Lance, your new neighbor."  The neighbor's brow raised, not moved in the least. "I already know your name."  Lance's eyes widened and tried to think of some psychic pick up line when the neighbor growled. "How could I not, when it's being screamed every damn night."  "Haa, sorry about that man, but you know how it is, right?"  The neighbor crossed his arms, and if it were possible - it seemed his scowl deepened. Jesus, this guy, while attractive, was pissed off. How could he be this pissed about some sex? It was just sex! He looked to be about the same age as Lance himself, so surely he could understand the basics of having a good time in bed just as much as he could. Lance felt a flicker of irritation regardless, not liking the way this guy was looking at him.  "I guess you don't, sorry, didn't realize I was neighbors with Virgin Mary."  "Excuse me?"  "What? You're acting like a prude."  "You don't even know me, you asshole."  "The least you can do is tell me your name."  "Keith."  Lance snorted when the door was shut in his face. Oh, this guy thought he was bad before? Well, he'd show this stuck up butthole. He'd make sure to have the loudest sex just to maybe show that guy what he was missing. Maybe if he fucked a girl hard enough, they would burst through the floor and the guy would finally get laid too.  Lance sniffed and turned to go back to his room. Whatever, fuck this guy.  He lamented the fact he probably would never literally fuck him though. 
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Keith angrily went to his usually fishing spot. He was dressed in one of his best outfits - a nice tight shirt that would show off his nipples if they hardened and his cut jeans that cupped his ass just right, showing off and coaxing any willing parties. His jeans spoke the language of sex and screamed 'tap this, bitch', so he'd hope someone would snag his line tonight.  After his first drink, it happened. A hot guy with a square jaw looked interested. Keith licked the alcohol off his lips before approaching. He could tell the guy had the same thoughts in mind as Keith himself, knowing that they were going to more than likely just end up in bed together. Keith still entertained him a little first - dancing with him, engaging him in conversation, until - finally, he took him to his apartment.  He glanced spitefully up at the stairwell before dragging the guy into his apartment, locking his lips with the man's as he pulled him into his bedroom. They fell on his bed, he was pleased to hear it squeak with the added weight. Good, the squeakier the better - that would show that prick of a neighbor.  Once they started going though, Keith found himself enjoying the process of it. He hadn't gotten laid for so long he forgot how good it felt. The stretching of his hole, the feel of a dick inside of him. God, the guy could be a bit bigger, but man, it felt good. The pleasant burn of the stretch and the blunt head finding his prostate now and again - the guy trying to angle it just right, was fun. But it got better when Keith did what he was best at.  He rolled them over so he was on top, straddling the man's thighs, who moaned in appreciating.  "Gonna ride me, baby?"  Yes, he was.  He cried out as he pushed himself on that fat dick, rolling his hips in all the right ways - making sure to clench his hole on the base of the guy's dick before pulling up.  Keith made sure to make a spectacle of it all, but really? The saltiness of his revenge softened and became sugar as he simply indulged in his sex.  The next morning, the guy had left and Keith could feel the emptiness in his ass. Still, he couldn't help but smirk into his pillow as he heard footsteps stomping around above him. 
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That wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all! Lance had been pissed when the hot guy downstairs known as Keith brought some dude home. He had seen them coming through from his window, the sight of them rushing out of the bus and into the building had made Lance frown, but what was worse was the sounds of them, talking in hush tones - laughing playfully, and then... god, Lance had been right. The man sounded amazing in bed.  He didn't need to hear it at fucking two o'clock in the morning. Who fucks at two o'clock in the morning?  Spiteful, hot, assholes apparently.  Lance knew, oh he knew, the guy was doing it to spite him. He was pissed off because Lance made the ladies scream in bed, so he was going to try and out sex him.  Oh, he had another thing coming. No one could outsex him, no one!  And so began their sex war.  Lance knew he could waste no time, so the next day, he managed to bring home yet another girl - making sure to fuck her good and hard, their cries ricocheting off his walls, the headboard pounding against the wall, and bed scrapping against the floor. He snickered when he could faintly hear a curse down below.  The next morning, Lance greeted Keith on his way out, enjoying the glare the man gave him. He was tempted to pinch the guy's ass, Damn he was so hot when he was angry; but he kept his hands to himself, feeling accomplished, until that night - when Keith brought another guy home. A sour feeling filled Lance's stomach, but more than that, he had actually witnessed part of the make out session. He was returning home from getting some food - carrying the take out bag home, when he saw Keith and some guy up against Keith's door, lips locked and hips rolling.  Fuck, did it turn Lance on and he wanted to rip the guy away from and press his body into Keith's instead.  These feelings prompted Lance to re-explore his attraction to men. He found himself finding a cutie to take home the next night - the guy's black hair was a little on the longer side, bangs hanging a bit in his face - his blue eyes looked like slate in some lights, and he had a nice figure. Overall, a good choice in his book.  When he brought him into the shared foyer, heading up the stairs, he heard the sound of something dropping on the floor behind him. He took one look and saw Keith staring up at him and his date, eyes wide and full of... want? Lance smirked, grasping a handful of his date's ass and squeezing as he lead the man out of sight and into his bed.
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Keith was having a dilemma now. A big dilemma.  He had no idea that Lance was bisexual. Fuck, this changed everything.  Okay, that was a bit dramatic, but it was true. He had thought Lance had been straight. He had thought that the guy would be put off by all the loud gay sex he was having, but no, instead - Lance was about to have said loud gay sex. And while the sounds of the sex above him had started out annoying, they were also arousing and Keith had slowly began to give in and touch himself, despite the anger he felt over being kept up.  Keith was grateful of being able to zone in on Lance's voice - the way he moaned, the sound of his grunts... just the imagery of his hips pistoning in and out of someone he had in his bed. It made Keith want to be that someone and in that bed, get fucked by Lance too.  And now, oh god, the sounds of the two very male voices made Keith hard instantly. He seethed as he fisted himself, eyes narrowing on the ceiling. Damn it, he had work early in the morning, he should be drinking his tea and reading a book before sleeping right about now. But instead? Here he was, fucking masturbating to the sound of his neighbor fucking some latest conquest.  Keith tipped his head back and groaned quietly, enjoying the sensation of his hand but focusing on the sound of that bed creaking above him - the sounds of the moans he could faintly hear until they grew louder and then Keith found himself closer to the edge, coming undone when he heard the other male cry out.  Keith sighed, cleaning up his mess, but vaguely wondering how he would be able to top the surprise Lance had pulled here. 
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Lance felt like he had re-opened a door he had once locked within himself. Last night had been amazing, he had forgotten how much he liked sex with men. Just the feel of the aggressive passion and the feel of an ass hugging his dick was amazing. Lance couldn't lie to himself, he was definitely an ass man and, man had that been a wonderful ass.  Still, the ass he wanted to pound the most was the one downstairs.  Last night proved that the surly young man who lived downstairs jsut might actually be interested too - he had seen the way he reacted, dropping his stuff and just watching him as he guided his date up the stairs and that want, god, he looked at him as if Lance were a five course meal and he had been starving. Keith could have ate him alive with that stare alone, and really? Lance could have lived with that.  He wondered how well he could work his mouth, eat his dick, gag for it and all. Lance shuddered at the thought, stretching out in bed. He looked at the guy still in bed, the black hair splayed out on his pillow... and thought of Keith.  He rolled over and pulled the smaller man into his arms, rolling his hips against the others, pressing his nose against the man's shoulder.  Instead of the softness of acceptance, he was stung with a slap. He reared back, putting a hand on his now stinging cheek.  "What the hell was that for?"  The man, who Lance couldn't even remember his name, hissed. "That was for last night."  Lance blinked. "Was... I that bad? I mean, I've never had complaints before, but it was the first time in awhile exploring an ass again-"  "The sex was great, amazing even. No, I'm talking about what you said during and as you blew your load."  Lance blinked again, watching the man get out of bed, pulling his pants on - blue eyes glaring down at him.  "I don't know who this 'Keith' guy is, but here's my advice - don't fuck someone when you clearly want someone else, it always ends up bad. Man up, and go and fuck this Keith guy."  Lance watched, mouth agape as the man left him - slamming the door shut on the way out. His cheeks pink as what the man had said kicked in. Oh shit, he had called out Keith's name? He'd never been so rude before, what the shit?  He slumped back against the pillows, unsure of what to do now. 
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Keith had intended to do another one up on Lance, had all intentions of finding another man to bring home tonight, but he ended up stopping short at the sight of Lance at his usual fishing spot. It wasn't shocking now, given that Keith new the man was bisexual now, but seeing him in the gay bar left him with a weird feeling. He took a drink, watching as Lance seemed to glance around, as if searching for someone. Probably his next victim in this ploy to irritate him. Keith couldn't say much, he was doing the same.  He turned his focus away from Lance to look out into the bar, wondering just who to seduce today. He didn't find anyone real appealing yet so he took to the dance floor, deciding to cut loose and keep his eyes out for someone he wanted to take to bed.  He wasn't too picky, but right now, he wanted someone tall, someone tanned, someone-  Arms went around his middle, tanned ones, and a familiar scent of aftershave that seemed to seep through his ceiling at home and invade his senses wrapped around him now, making him hard. He licked his lips, trying to ignore the fact he knew the person behind him was Lance and danced into him, accepting it. His hips knocked against Lance's and he felt the bulge in the other's pants, his half-hard dick rubbing against Keith's ass.  Keith wanted that dick in his ass.  He turned smoothly, wrapping his arms around Lance's neck, glaring into those lust-filled blue eyes.  "You think you're fucking funny, don't you?"  Lance's lips quirked. "Only a little."  "Hm... so, was it fun? Making my life miserable?"  Lance moaned when Keith's pelvis pressed against his for the briefest of moments, undulating in time to the beat of the music before pulling back. Lance clicked his tongue, muttering the words 'tease' under his breath before he smiled at Keith.  "Miserable? You've been getting laid, is that your definition of miserable? Did I make you break your priesthood? Is that it?"  Keith's teeth flashed in snarl. "I think I made it perfectly clear I'm no innocent."  Another pointed dick rub, but this time, Lance reached down and cupped Keith's bottom, keeping him pressed against him, grinding against the other in time to the beat of the music. Keith panted against him.  "No, you are definitely not."  Keith swallowed, his hips knocking against Lance's, the beat of the music warping inside of his ears - his pulse thundering it out and he could tell they weren't dancing anymore, not really - they were practically fucking each other on the dance floor, Lance's hands squeezed his ass, prompting to grind harder and Keith had to jerk away before he made a mess in his pants.  He gripped Lance's wrist, his voice full of lust, shaky from the need to come. "Let me show you how devious I can be."