Basement Sessions With My Married Neighbor

The basement smelled of concrete dust, old paint, and the faint metallic tang of Derek’s sweat. He’d been watching Jax for months—ever since the lean, tattooed kid had moved in next door with his loud music and tighter-than-sin shorts. Derek told himself it was nothing. He was married. He built skyscrapers for a living. Men like him didn’t stare at other men’s asses. But the lie had worn thin, especially now that Lauren was gone for a full week.

He’d used the lamest excuse he could think of: “Hey, got a bunch of heavy boxes from my old man’s garage. Could use another set of hands.” Jax had shown up in a black tank top and gray compression shorts that left nothing to the imagination, the thin fabric cupping the firm swell of his glutes like it was painted on. Derek’s cock had twitched the second he saw him.

Now the two of them were down here in the humid basement, the air thick enough to chew. A single bare bulb swung overhead, throwing harsh shadows across Jax’s inked arms and the sharp cut of his jaw. Derek kept stealing glances while they stacked boxes against the far wall. Every time Jax bent to lift another one, those shorts rode up higher, exposing the smooth, hairless crease where thigh met ass. Derek’s mouth went dry.

“Fuck, it’s hot down here,” Jax muttered, wiping his forehead with the hem of his tank. The motion revealed the sharp V of his lower abs and the dark trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. He caught Derek staring and didn’t look away. Instead, he slowly turned, planted his hands on a stack of boxes, and arched his back, pushing his ass out in a deliberate, obscene presentation.

Derek’s pulse hammered in his throat. His cock was already half-hard, straining against the thick denim of his work jeans.

“You gonna keep pretending you’re not looking, or are you finally gonna do something about it?” Jax asked, voice low and rough.

Derek’s hands flexed at his sides. “I’m married.”

“I know.” Jax rolled his hips once, slow. “Doesn’t seem to be stopping you from eye-fucking my ass every time I bend over.”