The morning had been a dull one: a disoriented wake up as he forgot he was in his new house, the heat much more scalding than the tempered weather from New York, and a nearly flu masted hard on he didn't particularly want to deal with. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes but not feeling too inclined to leave the sheets, even if he was overheating. What time was it? Did it really matter? The most he had to look forward to today was unpacking more boxes, in the hopes of making this large house feel somewhat homey. Being a now single soon to be bachelor divorcee would probably fill many men's heads with the thought of sensual adventure, but Joshua more felt exhaustion.<br/><br/>Still, burnout or no, one had to get up and face the day, along with all the duties in it. And if he didn't want to be swimming in cardboard cubes for infinity, the sooner he unpacked the better.<br/><br/>The ginger accomplished the first task, that being a good, long shower. Figuring he already had one mess in his office to clean up, he didn't need another in his bedsheets. He hadn't even hooked up his washer and dryer yet to solve such a problem if the need arose. What usually took him five, ten minutes at best took him closer to thirty, his hand jerking at his cock to get off as quickly as possible. The sense of urgency didn't help to keep him focused, and treating it like a chore only distracted him further. To his aggravation, as the heat rose in his loins his thoughts instead turned to a certain set of brunette twins, the water spraying down his body reminding him of the sloshing of the pool water. That certainly got his attention, and made the process that much easier. With pressing one hand to the glass to hold himself up, he concentrated on his hand, imagining the moistness from the steam filled shower was instead a tantalizing mouth. Over and over it helped him, his fingers squeezing feeling similar to sucking muscles, the fondling of his foreskin like someone else's hand. The fantasy swirled further, imagining a hot body pressing in behind him, overcrowding the space of the single person enclosement. His panting became heavier as the pleasure grew, and sure enough he let out a groan of satisfaction as he came.<br/><br/>It was now day two, and already he started it off with sin. Lovely.<br/><br/>Sighing, trying not to think about it too badly so he could get on with his day, he let the spritz wash down his shame until none remained before he stepped out. He went through his normal routine, brushing his teeth, trimming his beard to a neat professional length, grooming everywhere else, and styling his hair. Even though there were no business partners to see him in his own home, Joshua liked to keep himself looking like he was worth more than the four seasons. One never knew when they had to make a positive impression.<br/><br/>He dined on what leftovers remained from the night before, not even bothering to heat up the boxes of Chinese take-out. It tasted fine either way as far as he was concerned. As his toned jaw chewed, he made plans to do his daily work out, only to realize he hadn't set up his exercise room in the basement as planned. Feeling that this day was already turning out less than ideal, he mentally gave up on any sense of normalcy. Downing a cup of disgusting instant coffee, he got up from his seat and headed out through his front door. One annoying thing about such a long driveway was the fact the daily newspaper was left at the gate, making him walk the trek in the scorching sun. At least he was dressed decently in simple black sweatpants and a tight fitting blue t-shirt, the fabric perfectly fitting enough that it practically stretched over every muscle like a second skin. The last scandal he needed added to his repertoire was flashing the neighbourhood.<br/><br/>It was when he was on his way back up the drive, skimming over the front page when there was a loud exclamation next door. Josh's head snapped up, looking around with a frown. The exclamation hadn't come from his own yard, so it must have come from next door. There were four cars parked in front of their garage, but even with a cock of his head there was no one present.<br/><br/><i>Weird....maybe they went back inside? </i>He wondered if it was one of the twins, or perhaps a parent? Then again, did they have siblings, or relatives living with them? The advertisement stated that the neighbourhood was very family friendly, to the point he was baffled he won the bidding on the house at all.<br/><br/>With a shake of his head, he returned to his paper and his trail, until there was movement in the corner of his eye that caused him to pause again. Wanting to give a cry of despair, one of the twins appeared from the shrubbery beside the house...in nothing more than shorts and sneakers.<br/><br/>Did the universe hate him this much?<br/><br/><i>Go back into the house. Now. If you know what's good for you. </i>Or his sanity.  His pale eyes looked the young man up and down, trying to subtly check out that body up close. It was quite different seeing it from the second story window, the height not having done the man justice. Whatever extracurricular activities the twin participated in, it kept him quite toned. No wonder his other twin wanted to get those lips engulfing his-<br/><br/>Joshua had to stop that train of thought before it even begun. First time meeting the neighbour, and already his lust was begging to show. Could he make himself any creepier? The muscles in his neck pulsed with the saliva he swallowed with difficulty, his hackles rising. He needed to turn away. He needed to go back-<br/><br/>With an low growl, he turned to do just that...but once again he paused. The sound of water sloshing in a bucket and the wet<i>slap</i>of a loaded object smacking with a hardened surface broke his will, and he held too much curiosity not to turn back.<br/><br/>Doing so left Joshua biting his lip to hold back a moan.<br/><br/>This kid. There was no way he wasn't doing this deliberately. He may not be looking directly at him, but his body surely was. It spread itself across the hood as if he was a delectable meal being prepped. Stretching like a lounging cat over a sofa, showing off his flexible muscles that were covered in suds. There was no reason to push himself so hard, the car was barely even dirty, no speck of dust. Was the washing even necessary at this point?<br/><br/>Catching himself staring with an almost slack jaw, he cleared his throat and lifted up the paper. He didn't want to leave the show just yet, but the last thing he needed to do was make his gawking obvious. Casually reading and flipping through the cheap paper with staining ink, but his eyes were looking sideways at an entry different view. Particularly a hot bending ass that showed the tease of a crack as it shimmied back and worth. Hinting at the other kind of riding it could do that might not involve a car. The soaked through shorts did nothing to help this notion, and vaguely he wondered if the man had ever been properly bent over one of their cars and fucked to an inch of his life-<br/><br/><i>Stop. </i><br/><br/>He hadn't realized his hands were gripping his paper that tight until the sound of crinkling broke him from the twin's spell. What should he do? From the outside, all one could perceive was a kid washing their family's cars and a neighbour taking a normal afternoon stroll up his driveway. What was really there, though, was a game of seduction going on, and Joshua was afraid that he was losing. Maybe if he did the neighbourly thing and walked over to talk to him, it would give him enough time to clear his thoughts.<br/><br/>On the other hand...that could be exactly what was wanted. And Joshua hated being easy.<br/><br/>"I think you missed a spot." he called out to the man instead, nodding to a place on the windshield that had been just out of his hand's reach.<br/><br/>He wanted to slap himself in embarrassment.<br/><br/>How cheesy was that first liner?<br/><br/>"You know how to wax properly, kid?" he played it cool as he took a step over, plunging his hands into his sweats pockets to keep them still. And to himself. "What brand ya got?"