Drabble_08
Peeping Tom
Pairing: you decide but i thought of Ryo/Shige
Summary: He peeps through the window opposite him into the life of a beautiful man.
Raiting: PG-13
Warning: peeping
Word count: 958
Note: well.... I have 4 essays due for tomorow, 12 hours specifically and i've just written this and am posting it... it's gunna be a long night. BUT ABOUT THE STORY, this kinda just came to me and i didn't really put alot of thought ot effort into it but i hope you enjoy it all the same.. and the pairing can be whoever you want it to be :)
Every day. Every day I would go to the same room in the same building and work on the same computer. It was right next to the full sized window, and every day I would see him. Him, with his dark, shoulder length, untamed hair; him, with his casual clothes that he wore every day; him, who I have seen happy, sad, angry and horny.
Opposite this building in which I work, is another building that students live in. Our rooms are directly opposite each other and I can see clearly into his room, just as I expect, he can see into this room. But he never does. Not once in all this time I’ve been watching him has he so much as glanced in this direction. It’s like he doesn’t give a damn about the world outside. I give a damn though. I give a damn about him. He’s beautiful. He’s beautiful and I hope one day I’ll have the opportunity to talk to him and get to know him. I’ve seen all of him already.
He doesn’t have a regular routine, so sometimes in the evenings he’ll be coming out of the shower and I’ll see his body - limp penis and firm buttocks included - as he drops his towel to dress, other times I see him pick out the clothes he is going to wear on a night out and I watch as he tames his wild hair and applies a slither of eyeliner that makes his eyes seem deeper and darker; other nights, when he’s finished his work - and I’ve seen the look of concentration on his face so I know he’s been doing some kind of work - I watch as he leans back in his chair and stretches out his muscles, cracking his knuckles and twisting his wrists, his face relaxes as he leans forward again and types onto his laptop for a bit, he takes the mouse into his hand and clicks.
Soon, his face starts to blush and his eyes become lidded and he switches which hand he holds the mouse in as his other hand slides down his trousers and undoes the jean buckle and zip, his hand slides down the front of his trousers and I see his mouth open slightly and his Adams apple move as he gulps. His hand starts to move up and down and I wish that I could see into them, get a look at his hard shaft that I expect would be as amazing as the rest of his body. Those nights get me so heated up I have to go to the bathroom to relieve myself and then, when I come back, he’s back to his cool faced self, lying on his bed, laughing to a Japanese Drama, or talking for his family on Skype.
I just wish that I could touch his perfect looking skin, feel the heat that comes off his face when he blushes. I know it’s wrong to peep on someone, but he could close the curtains, couldn’t he? It’s not my fault he left them open for everyone to see him. Maybe he knows I’m watching him. Maybe he’s thinking about how someone is watching him while he jerks off and only makes it look like he’s reading or watching something dirty... or maybe it’s just wishful thinking. Just like the wishful thinking that one day, he is going to look through the window, straight into my eyes and smile his beautiful smile at me before writing a message on a piece of paper and putting in against the window for me to read, it would say his number and his name and to meet him down stairs in 5 minutes... yup, that sounds like wishful thinking to me.
He’s back. He’s got a plate of food; did I mention he seems to be a great cook? I’ve seen him with various pasta dishes, spaghetti dishes, chilli, rice, Japanese, they all seem delicious from where I’m sitting. I watch as he eats, his tongue darting out every now and again to lick away a bit of sauce, he laughs as his eyes are trained on the screen, I guess he’s watching another drama. He pauses and yells and moments later, a guy enters his room. He takes his eyes away from the screen and talks to him for a while. The new guy takes a seat on his bed before getting up again and looking at the bits and bobs on the windowsill, all little things made by the object of my desires. As he looks out to see the people below, our eyes meet and our stares lock. I see his mouth moving and his hand reaches out trying to grab my dark haired beauty.
Said beauty turns around and looks at the other guy in confusion before a hand is pointing at me and his gaze follows.
It happens. Our eyes are locked. He’s looking at me through his window. He’s reaching for a pen and paper and writing on it. Moments later, he’s stuck it on the window and my eyes move and readjust to read what he has written.
‘quit watching me, PERVERT.’
He keeps it up there with a blob of blue tack before his friend starts laughing and they close the curtains. The curtains are so thick that he can’t even see shadows through them and I instantly feel heartbroken, or maybe I feel like a little child that has had his favourite toy taken away from him, or maybe a child who’s mother decided to turn the TV off during his favourite show, either way, I feel like I’ve lost something and I’m not sure if I’ll ever get it back.
-Fin-
yeah... does this even count as a story/drabble? XD not really sure what it comes under or anything... nothing really happens, still... hope you liked it :)