Caught [Chapter Two]

Kinks: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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POV: Alex

”See you, guys!" Mike waved goodbye at Samantha and Lester as I escorted them to the door of my unit. "Great night as usual, next weekend yung Lord of the Rings extended edition naman!"

"Sure, I'll bring my copy. Night, guys!" Lester waves back along with Samantha and they head off, me closing the door and securing it for the night.

The weekend came and we basically binge-watched on the entire Star Wars movie franchise, from Episode 1 to Episode 9. It was the sci-fi version of a Harry Potter marathon, and Lester was beside himself geeking out at every iconic reference and dialogue in the movie.

I wasn't paying much attention, though. Most of the time my mind was drifting to fantasies about the guy seated on the floor in front of me while I was on the sofa. Mike is quite hot when he's in corpo attire but his casual attire left so little for my imagination to fill in. Tonight he wore a tank top that exposed quite a great deal of his musculature and had a pair of loose shorts on, exposing his somewhat hairy legs.

My position from the couch afforded me a grand view of his back, shoulders, arms, and crossed legs as he sat, and I could swear he probably used some of my shampoo when he showered this morning because I can smell it all the way from here. Naughty ka, Mike, it's like you want me to know that.

Or he could just use the same brand as you, Alex. I mean, it's not so hard to find the shampoo brand you use. Every Watson's branch has it in their Men's Section.

Shut up, brain. Let me enjoy my fantasies in peace here.

"You gonna sleep na ba, Alex?" Mike returns me to the present as he begins to tidy up the mess we made on the living room - empty bags of chips, used bowls of dip, and an assortment of alcohol bottles and softdrink cans. God, you're such an angel, Mike.

"Probably. Antok na ng slight." I yawn and stretch my arms, flexing them behind my head and cracking my neck left and right. "You don't have to do that, Mike, the cleaning lady will come naman tomorrow."

"Nah, it's okay, it's the least I can do for you letting me stay over." Mike heads to the kitchen area of my condo and returns with a garbage bag. He's stayed over so many times that he practically knows his way around my stuff already.

Sana you can stay over forever nalang.

"Here, tulungan na kita, then." I hop to my feet and bring the used plates and bowls to the sink while Mike tended to the garbage. He stepped out to throw them into the garbage chute then returned, stretching and yawning as soon as he closes the door.

Times like these are ones where I absolutely stop what I'm doing and just stare. The way Mike flexes and stretches is like watching a Greek demigod perform a display of power. The sexual aura just radiates outward and drives anyone that it hits into a horny state. I felt my dick stir to respond to that call and I didn't realize that I had bitten my lip in delight at the spectacle I'm seeing.

"What?" Mike asks with a smile. "Alex, you're doing it again."

"Hmm?" I reply in a half-dazed voice. "Doing what?"

"Nakatitig ka na naman." Mike snickers at me. "Am I bothering you ba? Sorry, force of habit minsan."

I turned and walked over to the fridge to grab a can of beer and tossed one to him so that his attention does not wander further down to the boner that I'm now attempting to conceal. "Sira ka, why would you be a bother? You've got the body, go flaunt it."

"It's not enough kaya." He opens the can and drinks a swig. "It's not even enough for Janice that she had to find another man..."

"Let's not go there, Mike. She's a cheating bitch and you'll be her biggest loss." I reprimanded him with a stern glare. "You're a wonderful guy and there'll be another person out there who deserves your love and care more."

Like me, Mike! Like me!

"You always know what to say, Alex." Mike sighs and downs the rest of the can in one go. "Teka, toothbrush lang ako bago matulog."

"I'll fix up your usual sleeping space na." I drain my beer can as well and head to my room to ready his mattress. Despite my best efforts to convince Mike that we can share my king-sized bed, he still prefers the old mattress that I had when I first moved in to my condo.

Someday, mark my words, Mike.

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POV: Mike

"What?" I ask Alex, hiding my thoughts behind my usual mystery smile. "Alex, you're doing it again."

"Hmm?" Alex seems to snap out of some light-headedness. "Doing what?"

"Nakatitig ka na naman." I snicker at Alex. "Am I bothering you ba? Sorry, force of habit minsan."

Not gonna lie, it's the truth. When Janice and I were together, she always loved seeing me just randomly flex and stretch myself. It sort of wired my brain to like the appreciation that others express when they see me do it. I guess this is why there's a lot of guys posting thirst traps on IG and FB and on that "yellow app" that Alex uses.

There's power in this sort of worship and it's intoxicating.

Of course, I'm not deliberately doing this to get Alex's attention. Like I said, force of habit. It just so happens that Alex is in the same room and, well, I guess he's twice as vulnerable because he's gay? I don't know. I don't want to assume naman that just because he's gay means he's into me.

We're friends, nothing more. Walang malisya sa mga ginagawa.

"Sira ka, why would you be a bother? You've got the body, go flaunt it." he fires back as he grabs a beer from the fridge and tosses me one. I almost miss it, actually, because I'm so deep in thought too. Muntik ka na, Mike!

"It's not enough kaya." I pop the can open and drink deep while the memories of my time with Janice resurface by association. It's funny how the human brain tends to make these connections to related experiences quickly, even if they're memories you don't want to witness anymore.

"It's not even enough for Janice that she had to find another man..."

Which was true, really. For all the appreciation that Janice expressed in seeing my physique - a body I worked hard for her to adore and worship - at the end of the day she still found a guy who was more physically appealing to fuck around with. Fuck that shit!

"Let's not go there, Mike. She's a cheating bitch and you'll be her biggest loss." Alex shows me his signature glare. Sometimes he can be twice as territorial and mother-hen-ly than Samantha where his friend are concerned. "You're a wonderful guy and there'll be another person out there who deserves your love and care more."

What would I do without your support, Alex? Baka nasa bahay lang ulit ako and naglalasing if it weren't for these weekends you guys planned for me.

"You always know what to say, Alex." I sigh with relief and finish the beer. God, cold beer is the best. "Teka, toothbrush lang ako bago matulog."

"I'll fix up your usual sleeping space na." he heads to his room while I go to the bathroom to brush and wash up. You know na namahay ka na ng tuluyan when you already have a personal toothbrush in another person's house.

I argued before na I'm okay just sleeping on Alex's living room couch since bisita lang naman ako and I shouldn't impose too much, but he offered his bed since goddamn, it is a huge bed. I didn't want to abuse his hospitality too much, though, so in the end we compromised that I'd take the spare mattress he has in his room and sleep there.

Haha, grabe, parang dorm mates or housemates lang. The idea makes me laugh just thinking about it.

I begin brushing my teeth and fix my eyes on the bathroom mirror as I do so, checking myself out and moving at different angles to examine myself from all points.

Damn, I look good.

Call me vain, but it's a mindset that will take a long time to unlearn, especially after Janice. I check myself out in the gym all the time after a hard workout and God, I love how the results look each day. A body that's continuously work-in-progress, climbing the steps to an Adonis-like perfection.

That's me.

Call me weird too, but whenever I do those things, I get hard at the sight of myself. I guess yun yung tawag nila na narcissist, but I'm not exactly in love at myself - I just get turned on at my own look. Ever tried masturbating in front of a mirror? That's me, all the fucking time.

God, I wish Janice could see this sight again. I instinctively move my free hand down to my crotch and massage it slowly, feeling my boner grow harder at the sight of my own muscles flexing, imagining the look on Janice's face as I unwrap myself in front of her, slowly pulling my shorts down to excite her with my treasure trail...

Argh, who are we kidding, Mike? Listen to Alex, you deserve showing this sight off to a more deserving woman.

I must have brushed a bit too vigorously because that snapped me back to reality. Or maybe it's that sudden faint shadow at the bottom of my peripheral vision.

The fuck?!

I whip back to the bathroom door and see nothing but the hallway light filtering in from the slanted slits at the bottom of the door. Nope, nothing there.

God, katakot, kala ko multo puta!

This is why I don't like watching horror movies and have asked Lester not to get those movies for movie night weekends. I may be a guy who can easily beat up another person, but deep down I'm just a good ol' scaredy-cat. Tangina, jumpscares NO THANK YOU.

"Awekh?" I call out towards the direction of the door.

No answer. He must still be in the bedroom. I rinse and gargle, calming my boner so that I don't end up embarrassing myself when I step out. Not that there's much to calm pa, really, considering that jumpscare almost killed me.

"Yo, Mike, did you say something?" I heard Alex's voice respond. It was a bit muffled, so I assume he was still on the room sorting out the mattress.

"I thought you passed by the hallway, parang me anino kasi kanina. Jumpscare, dude. There aren't any ghosts here in your place, right?" I turn on the faucet and wash up my face, applying facial wash carefully and checking myself out in the mirror again to make sure I get every important spot.

"If you mean guys who ghost me, sure, there's a lot of that here." I heard the sounds of fabric flapping and pillows being whacked together. "But I've lived here for a while now and never pa naman ako nagkaron ng ganyang experience. Hala ka, matatakutin ka pa naman!"

"Wag ka naman ganyan, mehn, baka hindi na ko matulog dito nyan." I joke at him while scrubbing my pores clean.

"Joke lang, 'to naman. No, I don't think there's any supernatural shit here. I mean, Samantha would easily be able to tell."

"You know how Sammy is; she'd rather not say those things to not scare us."

"Fair point. No, I don't think may multo dito talaga."

"Haha, okay, okay." I laugh and turn on the faucet again to wash up.

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POV: Alex

Shit, shit, shit, that was too close for comfort.

What Mike saw passing by that hallway wasn't even a what. It was a who. This place never had any ghosts or such stuff.

That was me looking up at him from the slits at the bottom of the bathroom door.

So there's the part where I drop something big: I'm a full on voyeur and I get such a kick out of watching hotties in moments of privacy. It's like watching porn, except it's live and in vivid HD. Everything that happens is candid, unscripted, and 100% all-natural. Daig pa ang organic vegetables sa sustansya. Well, sustansya sa mata and sa imahinasyon, that is.

Normally I'd do these things with consent and permission, but that's my rule with the Grindr guys who are into this kind of kink when they're here in my place. We act out situations where the guy is doing something kinky and I'm right there na "namboboso". We both get exciting kicks out of those kinds of activities and you can consider it to be the sort of foreplay that I'm into before getting some really rough sex.

Mike, though, well, that's complicated. For one thing, we're friends, he's going through a breakup phase, and most important of all, he's straight. To even consider opening up my kinks to him and asking for that consent is like wishing na manalo ako sa lotto.

So, scary as this thought sounds, I take these risks because I really just can't resist it. Mike oozes with so much sex appeal that it's so difficult not to resist his pull. Everything he does, even the most casual and nonsensical of activities, is intoxicating eye candy for me.

And tonight was no exception. In fact, it's probably the most rewarding one I've had so far. Yup, this wasn't the first time it happened.

Since Mike stays over and his commutes are long, it's a given that he'd wash up and shower before leaving, and that's my usual cue to start stealing peeks. Alas, I curse my own OC-ness for having nice and perfect homes, because my shower curtain proved to be my own undoing. He always showers with the curtains drawn and he always emerges from it already dressed in shorts. It annoys me to no end whenever he does that, and he always does that!

Of course, my boner always disagrees with me. Mike's habits are like a tasteful tease to me, showing a lot but not showing the sights that matter, which makes me look forward to having these weekends and to having him on these moments of privacy. The experience is like a drug that I got hooked into the first time it happened and now can't break free off that habit because I'm craving for that high. For that moment of blissful satisfaction.

Until now though it's all just horrid withdrawal.

When I heard the door close and lock, I tiptoed quickly towards the bathroom and peered under to get a good view of Mike. As expected, he'd brush his teeth first and there was a pretty good chance that he'd never strip down, but I had my hopes anyway. Malay ko ba, baka mag shower bigla? As a thirsty voyeur, you don't pass up on all opportunities, no matter how slim or irrelevant.

Well, he didn't, all right, but man did he do something I didn't expect - he suddenly flexed and checked himself out!

I couldn't see clearly from the limited view that the door slits gave me, but it was quite apparent that Mike was checking himself out on the mirror. On my bathroom mirror. What I'd give to transform into an object, like my mirror, for example, so I can have a front-row seat view of that show.

I was transfixed. I couldn't move and was totally spellbound by the sight. Mike is a true demigod, and I would give anything just to kneel and worship at his temple.

Then it got better.

His hand moved down to his crotch! My God, he's massaging it! Damnit, Mike, why do you have your back turned towards me?!

Is he gonna do it? Is the world going to give me what I've been eagerly wishing for these past few months?!

I must have mouthed out a generous "FUCK!" and that may have made a bit too much movement that I saw the briefest flash of movement on Mike's end - a movement I know too well. Galaw ng titingin bigla sa likod nya.

SHIT! I scampered back out of the line of sight as quickly as I can, my heartbeat escalating to furious levels. Well, it was already intensely beating as I watched Mike with baited breath seconds ago, but this beat was on a tune of terror and excitement combined.

Tangina, that was too close. I don't even want to imagine what would happen if Mike caught me. It could mean the end of our friendship or worse, the end of my freedom.

Too much risks tonight, Alex, gotta calm down.

I returned to the room with my legs still shaking from that sight - I had begun to devote a significant amount of my limited brainpower to burn that sight to memory so that I may revisit it when I jerk off tomorrow, when Mike leaves for Fairview.

"Awekh?" I heard him call out from the bathroom. Not gonna lie, nagulat ako legit.

Is Mike suspecting something? Did he see me retreat? Was I slow enough? Those were questions that raced across my head as I anxiously folded and refolded a blanket, unable to think straight from a mix of kaba and excitement fighting for dominance in my chest. I swear I could feel my heartbeat thumping like a drum at this point.

Calm down, Alex, I convinced myself, taking deep breaths to steady my heartbeat. Calm the fuck down. Mike didn't see anything, you're just overreacting. Paranoid. If he saw anything he'd already be here in your room beating the shit out of you.

Yeah, that's right.

"Yo, Mike, did you say something?" I called back, with as much calmness as I could muster.

"I thought you passed by the hallway, parang me anino kasi kanina. Jumpscare, dude. There aren't any ghosts here in your place, right?" I heard the sounds of running water from the faucet as he spoke.

Whew. Close shave, I guess.

I spread the bedsheet over the mattress and patted Mike's pillows down before setting them down along with his blanket.

"If you mean guys who ghost me, sure, there's a lot of that here." Keep the conversation elsewhere, Alex, don't give yourself off. Distract Mike. "But I've lived here for a while now and never pa naman ako nagkaron ng ganyang experience. Hala ka, matatakutin ka pa naman!"

"Wag ka naman ganyan, mehn, baka hindi na ko matulog dito nyan." he sounded like his usual horror-movie-scared self with that voice. Okay, getting better, tension's easing up if he's like that.

"Joke lang, 'to naman. No, I don't think there's any supernatural shit here. I mean, Samantha would easily be able to tell." Deflect, Alex, deflect!

"You know how Sammy is; she'd rather not say those things to not scare us."

"Fair point. No, I don't think may multo dito talaga."

"Haha, okay, okay."

Whew. Dodged that bullet.

I heard the bathroom door open and moments later Mike walks in looking twice as fresh and handsome, his smile seemingly sparkling at this point. Man, guy knows how to take care of himself very well.

Whatever fear and adrenaline I nursed due to that close encounter with danger evaporated at the sight of Mike. Libido took over once again, along with the desire to see more of him again.

"Tulog na?" I went over to my bed and lay down, watching him cross the room and sit on the mattress. "You can turn up the A/C if you want, though dressed like that, I'm not sure if you'll survive yung lamig."

"You underestimate me, Alex." Mike snickers as he takes the remote and sets the A/C to 22. Man, this guy must be a heater if he can take that chill and be like Elsa. Must be a great cuddler.

I close the lights and settle on the bed, still fiddling with my phone. "Night, Mike."

"Night, Alex." He, too, was fiddling on his phone. No surprises there in this day and age.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be lucky to wake up early so I can see the morning wood struggling on those loose shorts.

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Continued on Chapter 3