Caught [Chapter Nine]

Kinks: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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POV: Alex

"Good morning, Alex. Aga today, ah." Samantha greets me with a smile as I arrive at our work area sa office, sipping a cup of coffee as she usually does in the morning. "Himala, the world must be ending."

"Hey, Sammy." I reply weakly, setting my bag down under my desk and powering on my workstation. I collapse onto my seat with a weary sigh and just stare at the computer boot up.

"Okay kalang, Alex?" Samantha asked, the cheerfulness dissolving into a concerned frown. "No, wait, don't tell me - ghinost ka na naman ng lalaki, ano?"

"Something like that." I shrug. Technically true?

But probably not. Mike's reply from last night still haunted me.

Mike: Goodnight, Alex. :)

It was a reply that was crazy difficult to read. Was he angry, was he happy, or does that smiley mean something else entirely?

I'm a guy who tends to read into a situation too much that I become paranoid at times. Too paranoid, even, for my own good. Samantha often tells me that most things are things that I should not even concern myself with because I cannot control how people think nor perceive a situation.

I guess in this case, it's twice as hard to do that because this is a situation where I had some measure of control to its outcome.

And I steered it to crash and burn.

"Hay, Alex." Samantha just sighs and walks over to me, massaging my shoulders from behind. "There are more fish in the ocean and even more guys to fish. One guy doesn't make or break your world, loss na nila yan for not seeing you as the treasure that you are."

In this case, Sammy, it kinda does make and break my world.

"Uy, yan, si Mike!" Samantha suddenly calls out, which snaps my attention back to reality. "Mike, lika nga dito, bigay ka nga ng advice kay Alex, mukhang yung boylet nya kagabi ghinost na naman sya!"

"Hey, guys." Mike came into view from my position and I almost forgot that I'm like shit in his eyes, because my attention just went full fixation on him.

Mike had his hair combed sideways in a manner that I've always liked and teased about him, and today he seemed to have held that with wax., and the glossy sort too. Contrary to his usual style, he also has his glasses on, which he almost never wears. And his face was glowing.

I feel like shit for even admiring you right now, Mike.

But my darker insides are turning my eyes lower.

Mike wore a tight-fitting polo shirt. And by tight do I mean that his musculature is emphasized heavily by the fabric and - I gulped at this - sobrang bakat yung nipples nya around the chest area. I could even see glimpses of his smooth chest from the gaps of the buttons of the polo. The sleeves were a tight fit to his arms too, which almost made it feel like the fabric itself was plastered on his body and barely left space for air to breathe between.

My lust would tell me to go lower, but the rest of our workstations covered whatever he's wearing down there. I assumed some manner of tight-fitting pants that would emphasize his ass, maybe his bulge too, even. I wouldn't put it past Mike to do that at this point, knowing what he did.

Tangina, Alex, STOP. This. Is. Fucking. Wrong.

"Anong meron?" Mike asked as he set his things down on his cubicle, which was directly across mine, and powered on his workstation.

"Never mind, not that you'd understand gay problems." Samantha rolled her eyes and squeezed at my shoulders a bit harder than she normally does. Ouch, that kinda snapped my attention back to reality.

"Oh, is Alex there?" Mike stands up again to stare right at me, then he smiles. "Wow, aga ni Alex, ah. Bagong buhay?"

"Morning, Mike." I just smile weakly at him, keeping my eyes averted and turning it to my workstation. "Maaga lang nagising, that's all."

"Eto ang boylet na boylet today!" Samantha wanders over to Mike's side of the cubicle and I can see her eyes wander up and down Mike's body with a smile on her face. "Sexy ng porma natin ngayon, Mike, ah! May date ka mamaya?"

"You can say that." I heard Mike laugh as he sat back down.

"Grabe, dami mong dala, Monday na Monday. Lumayas ka ba sa inyo?" Samantha asked.

"No, baka I might stay at a friend's later, kasi. Depende pa." Mike replies.

"Ahay, stay agad. May hindi ka kinukwento, Mike, ah." I heard Samantha's chismosa-intrigera voice, which means she's gonna start digging.

I subtly peek down to the gap under our tables and see that Mike has his travel bag again, which confirms Samantha's remark. Mike's going to stay elsewhere on a Monday?

I guess this is him starting to drift off. The gloomy memories return to my head.

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POV: Mike

Mike:1; Alex: 0

I took careful notice of where Alex's eyes went as I arrived, pretending not to notice him when Samantha greeted me. As expected, he fell for the first bait.

My wardrobe today is carefully selected to grab Alex's attention completely. All the times and instances that he commented on my attire were information that was not lost in my head, and now found themselves being put to good use.

"I like the way you comb up your hair like that, Mike. Do you use wax for it?" I don't anymore, but for you, Alex, I bought a fresh jar again.

"Grabe, oh, putok braso and dibdib kana halos dyan sa polo mo, lakihan mo naman na yung size next time!" It got tighter now because I gained some more muscle mass, but I bet you like that sight even more now, I'm sure. Plus, I know it's on my perky nipples that your eyes lingered more. As an added value, it tends to hoist up easily when I stretch up, so that'll make my next move all the more impactful for him.

"Did you always wear glasses? You look better when you're in glasses." They're computer glasses mostly, Alex, and they're a bitch to wear because I've never been a glasses sort of guy, but let's rock this yuppie nerd-jock crossover just for your eyes.

"Tambok naman ng pwet, or is that because your pants are just too small for you?" I thought you spoke that in jest before, but now I know it was likely because you are checking out my ass and crotch more and how it's molded so perfectly in the slacks I'm wearing now.

He probably hasn't seen my pants yet, most likely, but this is me rocking a full-on Catch-Alex's-Attention vibe today.

I want your eyes on me today, Alex.

I check my watch as I log in to my workstation. 8:15am.

Still a long day to go.

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POV: Alex

10am. God, this day seems to want to torture me too.

On top of some urgent work stuff that I had to submit (it was a bit helpful since I welcomed the distraction), I kept nursing Mike's words at the back of my head as well.

Mike: We'll talk about this tomorrow, Alex. I'm not done with you yet.

Fuck, Mike, what did you mean by that?

And when do you plan to do it?

I turn a stressed glare at Mike, who was playing with a stress ball as he walked around our general area, sometimes pausing in front of the big office windows and stretching up, which lifted his tight-fitting polos and exposed a generous amount of his waist.

Framed against the daylight streaming from outside, it was like looking at a guy you just had amazing sex with while you lay on the bed in the throes of post-orgasm high.

Ugh, stop, Alex, please. You're creeping yourself out. That says a lot already if you are creeping yourself out.

"You okay, Alex?" Mike turns to me with a concerned look on his face, juggling the stress ball between his hands. "Dami mo atang isusubmit mamaya ah. Need any help?"

"N-no, no, it's fine." I tried to keep a calm composure as I replied. Gotta keep a professional image up even if we're not okay as friends right now. Masakit, but this is the sort of mess you willingly walked into, deal with it.

"Okay. Naghihintay pa kasi ako na matapos yung upload ng files and I thought maybe I can - whoops!" Mike missed the ball and it fell on the floor and rolled behind him. Without missing a beat he headed for the ball and bent down to reach it, hoisting his polo again and causing his pants to lower just a bit.

OH. MY. GOD.

I swear, nanlaki mata ko sa gulat.

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POV: Mike

Mike:2; Alex: 0

Better keep up, Alex.

Every move I've made so far is a calculated deliberate act.

All this time, Alex, you’ve made moves that I was either too dense or too oblivious to take notice of. You’ve scored on me many times just by feasting at the sight of me.

Hell, man, I wasn’t even aware I was playing the game.

Now I am, and you’re gonna meet your match today.

The thong I was wearing was something I ordered months ago online, supposedly a surprise I wanted to show to Janice for one of our kinky nights. Eh naunahan ng breakup, so it stayed at the bottom of my dresser, a painful memory I buried there along with all of my other, ahem, “costumes”, and a reminder to myself to forget about Janice for good.

Yesterday’s events drove me to unearth all those costumes, including this one, to serve me in a higher purpose this time.

A much more glorious purpose.

I’m sure Alex got an eyeful of the g-string that peeked out as I bent over - intentional, just to remind you - because I felt the string rub against my asshole, the crotch fabric currently restraining my growing dick and swelling balls rubbing against the sensitive organs and making me bite my lip in excitement. Now that’s a sight I’m glad Alex didn’t get to see. Yet.

I’ve no intention of losing this game, let alone letting him score.

This time, Alex, you’re the one unaware that we’re actually playing this game. Your game.

”Everything okay?” I feigned a puzzled expression at Alex.

"N-no. Nothing, Mike." Alex turned his gaze back to his screen. His expression was rigid, but I saw the look on his face before he averted his eyes.

Deep down, that expression turned me on.

I miss this familiar feeling of being eyed this way.

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POV: Alex

Shit.

Mike is wearing a thong.

Mike is wearing a thong.

Mike is wearing a FUCKING THONG.

Putangina, lord, why are you doing this to me?!

Is this hell? Because I definitely am burning in agony right now.

Nananadya ba si Mike? Is this his way of tormenting me and making me feel the weight of my guilt?

Or is he telling me na hanggang dito nalang kami?

Tangina, I'm confused!

I mean... kulang nalang isupalpal nya tite nya sa harap ko kahapon...

You assume too much again, Alex. Don't forget that you are in the wrong here.

I focused my attention on the words on my screen. Slowly they dance out of my attention as my thoughts focus instead on the sight of Mike's thong.

I turn to the clock on the taskbar. 10:20am.

Fuck me.

Fuck my life.

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POV: Mike

11am. Still hanging in there, Alex?

My third salvo's coming up.

"Grabe tong si Mike, oh, pa-thirst trap bigla sa IG!" I heard Samantha's voice react first to my salvo. Granted, she wasn't the intended target, but I figured Alex wouldn't have the guts to check my social media right now of his own volition.

"Bakit?" I laughed, standing up to turn to Samantha, but keeping my peripheral vision on Alex. "It's just a shower video."

"Pero grabe oh!" Samantha had her hand over her mouth as she watched from her phone. "Kulang nalang ipost mo sa pornhub to kung binaba mo pa yung camera!"

"Taken this morning." I wink at Samantha.

"Kalat mo, Mike." she smirked and shook her head. "Kung sino man yang babaeng pinopormahan mo, I'm sure she's feeling very lucky right about now."

"I'm sure." I stole a quick glance at Alex, who was also on his phone.

Judging from the look on his face, I don't even need to guess what he's looking at.

Mike: 3; Alex: 0

Three strikes, you're out, Alex.

Time for the main event.

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POV: Alex

I knew right there and then that my brain is fucking messed up.

I fought all resolve not to check the notifications on my phone of Mike's new IG posts earlier in the day, but when Samantha raved about it so much, hindi na kinaya ng resolve ko.

My God.

Mike posted a video of him showering on his IG account.

Granted, it was not explicit in any way; it didn't even show his face. Just his oh-so-yummy body being doused by the shower, the water trailing down smoothly to his perfect v-lines, where the video has been teasingly trimmed down.

Despite all that, it still showed a tasteful tease of Mike's nudity.

His bare chest.

His toned back.

His ripped arms.

His yummy v-line.

His curved ass (the start of it at least).

And his pubes.

God, I never got to see those when I spied on him.

He doesn't seem to manscape, rather only keep it trimmed. I can see the well-kept bush peeking at the bottom edge of the video feed as Mike washed himself and lathered up on cam.

I wish I was there to watch.

I wish I was there to help you.

Fuck.

Alex, you creep. You messed-up creep.

It took every inch of my willpower to close my IG app and set my phone down, my heart still beating hard at that sight.

"Early lunch lang ako, guys." I heard Mike get to his feet and this time I fought down all attempts to even look at him. "Kayo, di pa kakain?"

"Later pa, got a meeting at 12. Feel ko late lunch na naman ako nito." Samantha remarked. "Ikaw, Alex? Samahan mo na si Mike, oh, sabay na kayo kumain."

"N-no, baka later na din ako." I said, minimizing and maximizing applications just to look busy.

"Okay, later, guys." I heard Mike walk off paalis.

Mike seems to exude an aura of discomfort around me because when he left, that's when a surge of productivity sort of hit me and I started to regain some focus to get some work done.

It won't last long, though.

A message popped up on my messenger window at work. Yung app na ginagamit namin when we are at work mode.

Mike: Lunch at Shakey's. Let's talk.

I gulped.

Moment of truth, Alex.

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Continued on Chapter 10