Casual Encounter: Moving In
MM Heat 18+ | Caleb only meant to help the new guy move in next door. Then Reid got too close, smelled too good, and made denial impossible.
I was sweating my ass off when I saw the guy carrying boxes up to the unit next door. Big dude. Thick arms. Gray t-shirt soaked through and stuck to his chest. I should have just gone inside. Instead I stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
Need a hand?
He looked down at me and gave a short laugh. Yeah, if you don’t mind. This shit is heavier than it looks.
Reid, he said when he reached the bottom. Just moved in from Houston.
Caleb, I told him and grabbed the other end of the box. Welcome to the building.
Up close I got hit with his smell right away. Warm sandalwood and amber. Deep and kind of sweet, mixed with sweat from working in the heat. It was strong. Every time we had to squeeze past each other in the narrow hallway I caught another hit of it. I told myself to ignore it.
We started moving his stuff in. It was slow work. The stairs were narrow and the boxes were heavy. Every time we lifted something together our arms brushed or our shoulders pressed close. I kept catching myself looking at his arms when he carried something. The way the muscles moved under his skin. The sweat making everything shiny. That sandalwood smell kept hitting me every time he got close. I was trying not to notice but it was hard.
Told myself to stop. Told myself it was just the heat making me stupid.
We got the couch up after a lot of grunting and stopping halfway to rest. His shirt was soaked by then. Mine too. When we set the couch down in the living room our hands touched for a second on the armrest. I pulled mine back fast. He didn’t seem to notice.
We kept going. Box after box. Some of them were heavy as hell. One time we had to carry a dresser up together and we got jammed in the doorway for a minute, his back against my chest while we tried to angle it through. I could feel the heat coming off him. That smell was all over both of us now. I was breathing through my mouth and still getting hit with it. My dick started getting hard in my shorts and I hated it. I did not need this shit. I was not like that.
We took a break after we got the big stuff inside. I went back to my place and grabbed two cold beers without even thinking about it. Just being neighborly, I told myself.
Here, I said and handed him one.
Reid took it and nodded. Thanks, man. This heat is no joke.
We sat on the floor in his living room, backs against the wall, drinking. He told me he got a new job in Dallas and had to move fast. I told him I worked from home most days. Nothing deep. Just small talk. But every time he moved I caught that sandalwood smell again. His shirt was clinging to his chest and I kept looking without meaning to. I told myself to quit it. Told myself to finish the beer and go back to my place.
We finished the beers and went back to work. There was still a lot left. We moved more boxes into the bedroom. One of them was full of clothes and it ripped when we lifted it. Stuff spilled out on the floor. We both bent down to pick it up at the same time and our heads almost knocked together. I could smell him even stronger up close. My face was right near his neck for a second. I stood up too fast.
Fuck, I thought. Get it together.
We kept moving. It took another hour to get most of it inside. By then we were both soaked with sweat. His shirt was almost see-through in places. I could see the shape of his chest and stomach when he reached up to put something on a shelf. That smell was everywhere in the small apartment. Every time he walked past me I got another hit of it mixed with his sweat. I was hard again and trying to hide it by keeping boxes in front of me.
We were in the bedroom trying to set up his bed frame when it happened. The frame was one of those heavy metal ones and we had to lift it together to get it against the wall. We got it in place but one of the legs was stuck on something. We were both bent over, shoulders touching, trying to wiggle it free. His arm was pressed against mine. I could feel the heat of his skin. That sandalwood and amber smell was right in my face.
I turned my head a little and he was looking at me. Neither of us moved for a second. His eyes dropped to my mouth then back up.
You good? he asked, voice low.
Yeah, I said. But I did not move.
He did not move either.
Then he kissed me.
It was rough at first. Like all the tension from the last two hours snapped at once. I grabbed his wet shirt and yanked it up. He tasted like beer and sweat. His hand went straight to my ass and pulled me in tight against him. I could feel how hard he was through his shorts.
We did not talk much after that.
He walked me backward until my back hit the wall. Still kissing me. Then he pushed down on my shoulders and I went to my knees. My hands were shaking when I pulled his shorts and underwear down. His cock came out heavy and thick. Long. Veined. Fat head already wet. The sandalwood and amber smell was strongest right here, mixed with the musk of his skin and sweat from working all day. It made my head spin.
I wrapped my hand around the base and looked at it for a second. Thick enough that my fingers didn’t quite meet. Heavy in my palm. A drop of precum slid down the head and I leaned in and licked it off. Salty. A little bitter. I could taste him and smell that warm sandalwood at the same time.