Curious Neighbor

The Buenos Aires summer hung heavy, humid and thick, over the twin balconies that separated – and connected – Alex BCN and Milton Escudero's apartments. Milton, sweaty after closing his door, leaned out almost by inertia. And he saw him. Alex, on the other side of the scant separation, naked. The twilight light gilded the curve of his shoulders, sweat tracing paths down his defined abdomen. Milton held his breath. It wasn't the first time he'd spied, but today… today the need was a burning knot in his body. Minutes later, Milton crossed the threshold. The tension was palpable, electric. No words were spoken. Alex closed the distance, with his hand guiding Milton's mouth to his cock. El verano porteño pesaba, húmedo y espeso, sobre los balcones gemelos que separaban -y unían- los departamentos de Alex y Milton. Milton, sudoroso tras cerrar su puerta, se asomó casi por inercia. Y lo vio. Alex, al otro lado de la escasa separación, desnudo. La luz del atardecer doraba la curva de sus hombros, el sudor trazando senderos sobre el abdomen definido. Milton contuvo el aliento. No era la primera vez que espiaba, pero hoy… hoy la necesidad era un nudo ardiente en su cuerpo. Minutos después, Milton cruzaba el umbral. La tensión era palpable, eléctrica. No hubo palabras. Alex cerró la distancia, con su mano llevando la boca de Milton a su polla.