Harry
The moaning began as soon as my neighbour’s door slammed. My eyes flicked to the bottom of my laptop; 2am, a late one for him.
I had until 9am to finish my biology report. My neighbour kept me up last night, so I was hoping tonight’s silence would give me enough space to pull an all-nighter to finish it.
Obviously not.
I wouldn’t have minded Dom bringing men back to his room. It was just that every other night there seemed to be a new person. I suspected the quiet nights were simply because someone had dragged him back to their place rather than subjecting the entire block of flats to the joys of his late-night orgasms.
“Oh, fuck!” The muffled voice of Dom’s companion echoed through the thin wall. I really wished he hadn’t put his bed next to it. There were two flats on this floor, and my assumption was that his place was identical to mine; aka, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a small room with a bed, a desk and a sofa. Meaning he had the space, but he intentionally placed his bed there. I hadpositioned mine on the other side of the room—as far away from him as possible.
There was a bang, and my desk rattled against the wall as they fell into the bed, followed by another groan, which I was sure was my neighbour. Embarrassingly enough, I had learnt exactly which sounds were his.
Even more embarrassing was the fact I’d begun to wonder what he did that had his partners making so much noise.
It wasn’t as if I hadn’t had sex before. I just knew my neighbour must have been doing something incredible, as occasionally the men he fucked ended their sessions screaming.
I’d only caught glimpses of Dom in the corridor when I was leaving for morning lectures. From his height and the combination of his muscled body and knowing smile, I could see why he was able to tempt a different man into his bed every night. I wasn't going to deny that his slicked blond hair, straight nose and clear blue eyes were gorgeous. But Dom looked like the kind of person who populated my parents’ high society parties, those whom I strictly avoided because the conversation was always so vapid and dull.
Then the rocking started.
I grabbed my headphones, turning the music up to full, but it never helped. His bed creaked, and he fucked wildly enough that the constant thumping made my desk vibrate until they were finished.
I'd learnt by now that Dominic Outrem could go all night.
It was my cue to leave, to pick up my laptop, move to my bed, and sit and moodily type away while his cries rang in my ears, just like I did every single night he was in.
But my anger had been building for months, and I’d reached my limit.
It wasn’t just the noise. It was the complete lack of consideration for his own situation, let alone mine. Every student had come to Cambridge University because of its reputation, the quality of its courses, and the connections we could make to build our future. I didn’t know his bachelors, though I couldn’t imagine his workload differed from any other student’s.
There was only so much I could take.
I was on edge because Mum had called earlier, demanding that my sister and I return to London so she could show me off at one of her parties. Having children in an Oxbridge uni was a classic. My sister, Cat, transferred from Oxford at the start of the year, but she preferred higher-quality accommodation. Dad bought her a high-rise flat next to her college, whereas I had chosen a cheaper dormitory further out in the city where no one knew my background.
Maybe I was just frustrated because, when I let my guard down, I found myself picturing my neighbour, imagining what he looked like as he fucked. Not only that, but my mind drifted to the idea that maybe Dom could makemecome so hard I’d cry out like his other partners did. Which was a thought I definitely needed to expel.
Whatever it was, I’d had enough. I didn’t come here for sleepless nights and vibrating walls. And I certainly didn’t come here to listen to the chorus of my neighbour’s conquests.
Gritting my teeth, I ripped my headphones off as another thump shook my desk and a groan sounded through the wall.
I had to do this before I cooled off and lost my nerve.
I’d spent my entire life attending parties and dinners, talking with celebrities, politicians, business tycoons, and even royalty, and none of them ever made me hesitate like Dom. As I jumped from my chair and strode to the door, my hands trembled at the prospect of actually talking to my neighbour, especially interrupting him when he was having sex.
I took a deep breath as I gripped the handle and tore open my door.
There was no need to be nervous. It was just one conversation. Simple as that.
Dom
The banging on my door was obviously angry. My mouth split into a grin as I pulled the guy off my cock. I’d found him at a club, danced for an hour, and then carried him home. He was too out of it for my liking. I think he’d been smoking. He had a glazed look in his eye that said he wasn’t really there, but he was still happy to suck my dick.
I’d been waiting for my neighbour to crack since I first moved in.
I’d only stolen glances of him in the landing outside of our flats; shorter than me, curvy as hell with a constant crease of worry on his brow. There was something about Harry which made me want to tease him mercilessly.
The flat below had already chewed me out for being too loud, though they weren’t the targets. I’d caught my neighbour’s gaze twice, and both times he turned a lovely shade of red before scurrying off. That was more than enough to spark my interest.