Remembering every word Brandon shot back at him didn't help him to calm his breathing the moment he was in the door, nor cool down his face (and other organs) from their heated state. The longer the minutes passed, the more Joshua wondered if that whole encounter had all been a dream. Had he hit his head too hard during the move? Maybe he had drunk himself into a silly stupor, wouldn't be the first time since the separation and divorce. But his breath didn't smell like alcohol and he didn't have a head banging hangover, so that excuse wouldn't fly. With his heart pounding in his chest, he took stock of the current circumstances:<br/><br/>Joshua McGillian had unabashedly flirted with Brandon Morgan outright, who was a hot twin next door.<br/><br/>Said twin had delivered beautiful come backs to his flirtations, exciting Joshua with his mutual interest.<br/><br/>Him and his brother were both going to join him at his house later today, by his own blubbering invitation.<br/><br/>Two hot twins. In his house.<br/><br/>Twins he had seen bang each other the night before.<br/><br/>Holding his head in his hands, the ginger haired CEO of the publishing company lost the power in his legs to hold himself up, and he slid to the cool tile of his front foyer. There was still the throb of half hard excitment between his legs, barely hidden by his casual sweatpants. Remembering that nice taunt butt in those overly tight booty shorts did nothing to lessen that eagerness. He glared down at his misbehaving cock in annoyance, feeling that it was mocking him.<br/><br/>Joshua was completely fucked.<br/><br/>Tentively he rearranged his daily schedule in his head: any chance of finishing necessary paperwork to send off to his secretary was out of the question. His mind was too reved up, and with that little voice whispering all the suggestive things he could do to his neighbor he didn't want to accidentally scar his employee with a typo of "use that pretty mouth to suck my cock". Or give anyone the idea. Except Brandon.<br/><br/>Because he didn't want to deal with disgraceful stains littering every corner of the house, a cold shower was his top priority. Maybe if he could force it away (or give in to a little jerking), then he could properly work on unboxing that gym equipment in the basement.<br/><br/>He had a feeling he was going to need it.<br/><br/>*******<br/><br/>One lukewarm shower and hour of tossing packing peanuts later, the new homeowner's head jerked up at the sound of his doorbell. He had his bulging arms plunged deep into a box where his weights were being kept, though his attention was now focused on that ding dong  jingle in his ears. It couldn't be them...could it? Part of himself was hopeful for that outcome, that they weren't simply twirling him around on their lovely little fingers (not that he wouldn't mind a bit of that, if offered), for some torturous amusement. His ego couldn't take another blow like that so soon.  The logical mature part of his brain shut that down quick. To assume they would jaunt on over for a bit of a romp in his crisp new bed was egotistical at best. Downright dangerous, even. He hadn't climbed the social ladder by diving under some soft new sheets just because some hot piece of ass wiggled his assets at him.<br/><br/>Maybe it was that neighbourhood welcoming committee or whatever shit coming over to deliver that pointless gift basket. Maybe it was the mailman being an overly friendly creep because he noticed a new tenant in the neighbourhood. Could be a crowd of nosy neighbours poking around hoping to catch a glimpse of the curious hermit now joining their elitist ranks. Either way, the bell was rung again after waiting about twenty seconds.<br/><br/><div style="margin-left: 20px">Josh debated pretending he wasn't home. If he never answered the door, then there wouldn't be any chance of seeing a set of matching brunettes with cheeky grins and knowing looks. No temptation of what it would be like to run his mouth over their naked nicely toned torsos, lean but fit from their vigorous 'sports' activities. There would be no desire to run his fingers through that finely coiffed hair, then grip it tightly and demand Brandon to get on his knees and show him how good his mouth was. He wouldn't be eager to then yank him back before he finished him off, so he could order him to bend over and let Josh have his way with him like a good boy while they were watched-​</div><br/>He gave a violent shake to his head, his hands releasing the weights abruptly. They toppled back into the box with a clang. There he goes again, fantasizing like a lecherous middle aged man with nothing better to do with his time than masturbate to two youth sculpted like greek gods. He was wasting his time, he had wanted his house more or less unpacked before he began work in a couple days, and he wasn't even halfway done.<br/><br/>Grunting has he stood up, he ignored that persistent doorbell and cut open some more boxes, putting up a front that he heard nothing underground. Joshua McGillian would prove he had strong excessive willpower, no matter how much the weight lighting equipment was losing that sparkling lustre in the wake of a intriguing promise.<br/><br/>An ache settled in the pit of his stomach over his denial. Who was he fooling? Besides....leaving someone (or two someone's) on his doorstep would garner him a reputation as a horrible host, and the last thing he wanted to do was give the area ample fodder to outcast him. So with the guise of being a polite gentleman of society, he strode up the basement steps in his dark grey Strellson dress pants and white cotton button up to greet his visitors. Before even opening the door he stopped to readjust his collar self-consciously, forgoing unrolling his sleeves from their bunched up bundle above his elbows...better the dapper look than a wrinkled presented sleeve. Besides, it only emphasized his arm muscles even further, as shirts tended to syretch tauntly over those areas. It also gave a nice definition of his pectorals too.<br/><br/>Let those damn twins drool over it.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath to settle his hesitation, after the last ring to the doorbell he opened the door to look at the guests waiting on his step, holding back from gulping down loudly.