Sully

Sullivan stared at the blinking cursor of the word document he'd had open for an hour. He must have re-read the previous chapter a hundred times, but he still hadn't managed to write a single word to continue it. It wasn't even writer's block, he knew what came next, he just… lacked inspiration. The words wouldn't flow. He clicked his tongue, frustrated, and sat back in his chair. It creaked under his weight as he rubbed his tired, green eyes and groaned. He felt like he'd been stuck at that same spot in the story for eons. “Stupid,” Sully muttered to himself. “No one's gonna read it anyways.” But it was a nice fantasy to think that someday, someone might. That he'd have someone to share his poems and stories with that was excited to read them. Someone besides Wendy, who always demanded to see what he was working on but never really understood it. The thought had him turning towards his window. Carefully, he parted the curtain just enough to peek outside. In the city, he didn’t have much of a view from his third story room… but he also had all the view he needed. The next building over- the window almost directly across from his. The curtain was open again. The bedroom was empty, but he watched it anyways. He watched it a lot. The first time had genuinely been an accident. He had his camera pointed out the window to take a picture of some birds on the roof across the way, and when he lowered his camera, there they were… changing clothes. Sullivan had frozen entirely when he saw them take their shirt off, colour rushing to his face. He knew the polite thing to do would not be stare through his neighbor's open window. But he also didn't think he'd ever been so rock hard in all his life. His cock had throbbed against his jeans, leaking at the tip enough to soak through his boxers. He couldn’t look away; he was transfixed. They finished changing and left the room, and Sully yanked his curtain shut, his heart pounding. He quickly pushed his pants down to furiously jerk himself off, exploding hard and fast as thick ropes of cum splattered into his fist and up his shirt. It was horrible. Filthy. And intensely erotic. Since that day, spying on his neighbor had become something of a habit. They were terrible at closing their curtain all the way. He would watch them change clothes, or fold their laundry, or make their bed, or hang out on their laptop on the duvet. Sometimes the blinds were down, but slanted so Sully could still see through them… especially with his camera. God help him if anyone ever found the secret folder on his computer where he kept the photos he took. Sullivan wasn't proud of himself. In fact, frequently after he came he found himself overwhelmed with self-disgust. He'd become the sort of person he'd always feared he would. And yet, he did nothing to stop it. Because as he stared, Sully's neighbor wandered into their bedroom again, and just the sight of them had his dick straining against his jeans. God, they were hot. He wished he knew their name. He wished he knew how to meet them. Talk to them. See them up close and not through a lens. He wished he wasn't pointing his camera through their window even now. And yet, there he was, zooming in. Maybe they would understand his poems. A floor plan of the building, which was a totally normal thing for him to have looked up, told him they lived in room 304. The urge to send them love letters had to be battled sometimes… as well as the urge to break into their room and jerk off into their laundry or bed sheets while sniffing their pillow, knowing next time they went to bed, they'd be sleeping with him… Vile, disgusting fantasies that sickened Sully and also had him looking up lockpicking tutorials at 3 A.M. I am so fucking pathetic, he thought, but he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t look away. They were a supernova, they were going to burn his eyes out but he kept watching anyways. You have no idea how much power you have over me. Holding his camera with one hand to observe, the other hand palmed his erection over his jeans. They weren't even doing anything especially sexual; it was the watching getting Sully off. He pressed his lips to the viewfinder, as though he could kiss them through the telescopic lens. “If you knew…” he whispered, and groaned low in his throat, his aching cock threatening to burst through his zipper. “If you saw me…” The thought of being caught was a spike of fear that made his lust burn hotter. He started to pull at his belt- A thunderous pounding at his bedroom door had Sullivan throwing himself backwards with a start, yanking the camera from the window and quickly throwing it to his bed. “Jesus Christ, Dee, what?!” His twin sister exploded into the room like blonde dynamite. “Ay yo, are you doing laundry today?” “Eventually; and fuck you, no, I'm not taking yours,” Sully scowled, trying to discreetly pull the curtain by his computer shut again. “Right, because you're way too busy,” Wendy rolled her eyes. “I have to go to work and I'm down to my last clean uniform. And since YOU didn't pay utilities last month, you get to be my errand boy.” From the hallway she picked up a basket of her laundry, then, just to be a dick, upturned it over his floor with a grin. “Fucks’ SAKE, Dee!” Sully cursed, and stood to gather it again. Wendy blew a sarcastic kiss and waved. “See you after work!” Sully sighed and gathered up both baskets of their laundry as his sister dashed off to her shift in Retail Hell. He pulled on his hoodie, grabbed his cell phone and the Crown Royal bag of quarters, and lugged two stacked baskets out of his apartment and to the laundromat across the street, because the machines in their building's basement costed twice as much. It while he was loading up a second machine with his own wash, having dumped Wendy's into the machine beside it, that the door chimed. Sully glanced, and then his blood utterly froze. Oh, God. It was them. In person, in front of him, in the same room. His heart started pounding. Did they know?! Did they see?! Or were they just… here to do their laundry, as the fucking basket they were carrying kind of implied? Calm the fuck down. Stop staring. Fuck, they probably smell so good. He tried to pretend like he wasn't watching, but without his camera he felt awkward and exposed. Worst of all, the erection from before that had receded with Wendy's interruption suddenly surged back to life, thick and hard. He tried to shuffle himself behind a folding table, hoping he wasn't too obvious. Say something, Idiot! When will you get another chance?! “Um… hey,” he finally managed, sweating under his bangs. They were the only two in the building that he could tell, so he couldn’t exactly be talking to anyone else. Sully nervously cleared his throat, then asked “...Can I buy some detergent off you?”