Challenge #128: Glass Houses - One Show Nightly

[dustandroses]

Hoyt’s hand moved stealthily under his blanket, eyes on the scene on the other side of the glass.  Schillinger’s grunts and the sharp slap of flesh on flesh were muffled but loud enough.  He squeezed his cock harder, his breath coming fast - this was the moment he waited for every night.  As Schillinger collapsed on Beecher’s back he heard them - sobs of pain and despair that Beecher only ever let escape in this moment.  The sweet anguish in those cries sent him over and Hoyt came with a smothered gasp.

He grinned, wiping off his hand.  “Best show in town.”

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