Preached By My Neighbor (LGBT/18+)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Dexter Evans

I f****d up. I f****d up real bad.

When I locked the door, Wesly and I have had a heated argument. I was asking him about Robert and stuffs. I saw red, the angriness was boiling inside me, so I threw some harsh words to him. I called him fag, slut, b***h. And I hate myself for it. He freaked out, slapped me hard on my cheek, and cried, then he got out of the bathroom. I feel s**t right now.

The house is plain boring. My wife is at her friend's house, not bothering about me. I bet she doesn't even think about me right now. Well, for all I care, she's just a slut. Damn it, I'm being such a bastard. Sobbing, I try to stand up, to get out of my room, but to no avail, I slump back down. I feel weak. I have to talk to Wesly, to apologize, to say sorry. I look at his house. The lights are turned on, so I guess he's there. I so badly want to talk to him.

Taking a deep, huge breath, I stand up and muster a courage. I shut my eyes for a second, and decide that I will talk to Wesly. Right now.

Now I'm standing in front of his house, I inhale, grab the doorknob, not even bothering to knock. I step inside his house and walk further inside his house. The light in the living room is lit up, the TV is turned on but nobody is watching it. I recognize the show, it's Finn & Jake. I somehow watch it on Cartoon Network. I chuckle at that. I look to my left and right, but he's nowhere to be found, so I go upstairs, to his room. His room's door is closed, and I hear talking inside. Again, not bothering to knock, I just open the door and my eyes widen.

Robert and Wesly are naked.

They are freaking naked.

"What the f**k!" I shout at them. It's like they are ready to f**k each other's asses.

"Dude, what the hell?" Robert asks me, mortified. He picks up his clothes and tries to cover himself. "Didn't your parents teach you how to knock?" He glares at me and I glare back at him.

"What are you doing here, Dexter?" Wesly seethes, almost snarling at me.

"We need to talk," I reply.

"There's nothing to talk about." He spats.

"There is!" I counter.

"No, there isn't!"

"Stop being a baby and let's talk!" I shout. Robert just looks at us, back and forth. He wears his clothes and Wesly motions for him to walk neared, then whispers something in Robert's ear and Robert nods. Robert glares at me as he passes me. He purposely bumps my shoulder with his, and he gets out of the room, slamming the door shut. Wesly and I just stand there, listening to Robert's footsteps. Finally, we hear the front door being slammed and Wesly frowns at me.

"Spill it now." He snarls.

"Okay, okay. First, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. At the mall." I say, looking at him with pleading eyes. He scoffs. "May I ask, why was Robert here?" I almost spit his name.

"First of all, that's none of your business as to why he was here." He says, still glaring daggers at me. "Second, don't be a dumb, Dexter. We were about to fuck." He spats. I growl at him. "Third, we are now talking. And it's done now. So get out of my f*****g house now and don't you dare show your face ever again until I leave this town!"

"No!" I shout, the angriness boiling inside me again. The tension inside his room is so thick it could choke us. I'm glad it doesn't. "You're not going to leave this town. And I don't want you hanging out with Robert. I forbid you to talk to him, to see him, or even think of him!"

"f**k you, Dex!" He counters, his chest heaving up and down. "I will meet whoever I want to meet, I will talk to anyone I want to talk to, and I will think whoever I want to think! You're not going to tell what to do!"

I take a menacing step towards him. "You're mine, Wesly. You're freaking mine!"

Then I launch myself towards him, knocking him on the bed. He groans. I kiss his lips and the duvet around him fall off of him, onto the ground. He pushes me hard and then slap me. My cheek stings and I growl at him. I kiss him again and my hand roams around his sculpted chest. Six packs. Damn. He tries to push me, so I grab his hands and pin it on the bed, above his head, and continue to kiss him. His lips are pursed. So I make my way towards his jaw down to his neck to his collarbone. I nibble his collarbone and he groans. And damn does that turn me on. My d**k twitches and I groan. He moans when I bite his collarbone, then I make my way to his n****e, sucking it, whilst my other hand plays with his other n****e. His n*****s are hard and erect. I lock his arms using my free hand and continue to lick his n****e. Then I move across his chest to his stomach, to his abs, licking it. He groans, then moans. f**k.

Suddenly, the room is now over 1000 degrees. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat is forming across my body, to my forehead, and it's sticky. I take off my clothes. God freaking damn it. Now I'm shirtless, I still feel hot. I lean down and capture Wesly's lips again. This time, he cooperates. Our lips are moving together, dancing passionately. My chest is burning with passion and lust and desire. My heart is beating against my rib cage, and I can practically feel Wesly's heart beating faster since our chest is touching. I let go of his arms and just kiss him. Biting it, he gasps and I take that as an opportunity to slip my tongue inside him. He tastes sweet. Sugar. And it bursts in my taste buds. I explore more, tasting every corner, every flesh of his mouth. I use my hand to take off my pants and my boxers. God. I'm so hard it aches painfully. He moans as I bite his tongue and my d**k throbs. Damn it. Next thing I know, I'm lifting Wesly's legs, putting it on either side of my head and pointing my d**k on his hole. He gasps as he realizes what I'm about to do. Before he protests, I shove my d**k inside him. Deep. Hard. He shouts and arches upwards. I snake both my arms around his waist and lift him up. I see him crying. And I feel the guilt starting to rise inside me. I'm such a bastard. For a minute, I just stare at him crying, not making any move. He keeps crying. Being such a bastard, I thrust in and out of him. He keeps crying and it's breaking me apart.

I push him down and capture his lips. "I'm so sorry, Wesly. I'm so sorry." I say as I thrust in and out of him. I kiss his tears away from his cheeks. "I know that I have hurt you. I know it. I am an i***t, a bastard. And I'm sorry. Wesly. Wesly. You are different. I don't know what's with you, but you changed me. I... I... I like you, Wesly. So much. Damn it." I breathe. Wesly just looks at me, so I push him down again and kiss him as I continue to pound in and out of him. I stop, then lay Wesly on his back without pulling out of him.

Then I continue to thrust in and out of him as I kiss him deeply. He moans against my mouth and damn is that hot. He puts an arm around.

"Harder. Faster, Dex!" Wesly breathes, panting. I oblige. I slam my d**k in and out of him, and he writhes. The room is filled with moans, pants, the slaps of our flesh, groans, and the creak of the bed. Rapidly. Nearing my climax, I move my hand towards Wesly's crotch and put my fingers around his d**k. He gasps. I pump him, matching my thrust. I open my mouth to release silent moans, screaming it. "Oh, f**k! Dex! Damn. Ah! Yeah! Harder!" I crash my lips against his and my thrust becomes faster and harder. My pump too.

"Oh, god, I'm going to come, Wesly." I breathe in his ear. I feel him shivering. "f**k, you're so tight."

"I'm going to come, too." He says, furrowing his brows as he releases silent moans. "Ah!" Then he comes all over us, all over our covered-with-sweat body.

I keep pounding in and out of him. I grab his hips as I throw my head back, panting. Then I come inside him as I scream his name. I fall back on top of him and kiss his lips.

I pull out.

"Damn," I mutter, looking at Wesly's eyes. "I'm really sorry, Wesly. I like you so much." Then I kiss him again. "I'm tired, Wes. Can I sleep here?" He nods.

Rolling on my side, I put my arm on Wesly's stomach, his essence is still on it, and push him onto me, his back against my chest. We just lay there.

Before I sleep, I mutter, "I really like you damn much, Wesly." Then I let the tiredness takes my soul away and I fall into unconsciousness.