My Neighbor Fucked My Ass After the Show - Narrated Version

the sweaty bodies, the strangers dancing too close,

the wild energy that pulsed through the crowd.

They had a couple of drinks, but they weren't *****.

Their smiles lingered longer than usual.

Their glances sharper, more loaded.

They were neighbors in the same apartment building,

had been for months, always friendly, always flirty,

finally about to break free.

They reached the front steps of their building and just stopped.

No one reached for their keys.

They stood there, close, faces glowing in the amber light,

breath shallow.

Jake tilted his head slightly and said,

his voice ruffled, that was a good night, huh?

Ethan nodded, eyes locked on Jake's.

Still has room to get better.

The first kiss was slow, cautious, but burning.

Their lips met in a soft, questioning press.

Then hunger took over.

Tongue searched, hands moved, pulling each other in

with a need that had clearly been simmering

beneath the surface for too long.

Right there, not running, but close,

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