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The knob turned easily and the door swung open. It was unlocked, exactly as Simon had said and precisely like many other entrances throughout the neighborhood. That sense of security was one of the many reasons Dayton found Toronto, and this area in particular, such a great place to live.

The moment he stepped full into the entryway, the door slammed shut behind him. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he shifted his feet to swing around.

“No,” a voice commanded. “Don’t turn around.”

His heart slammed into overdrive in recognition. Simon’s deep tone and distinctive cadence were easy to identify.

“All right.” Dayton waited.

He picked up the soft padding of Simon’s bare feet on the wooden floor as Simon took up position behind him. Dayton wondered if his friend could hear the blood pounding through his veins as Simon’s body cocooned him. His head fell back against Simon’s broad shoulder when his neighbor slid one hand across the soft material of Dayton’s trousers to come to rest over the fly.

“I’m glad to see you didn’t waste any time getting here,” Simon said as he traced the outline of Dayton’s cock with his middle finger.

Dayton moaned as Simon slid the digit back and forth across the crest. More moans as he leaked drops of pre-cum. He knew Simon would quickly feel the proof of his desire as his strokes forced the liquid to soak into the fabric.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Simon said softly.

Simon’s long hair softly brushed his face as he turned toward Dayton. Dayton’s knees grew weak as Simon licked his cheek—once, twice, three times.

“I saw you drive up and wondered how long before you checked your messages and got your luscious ass over here.”

Now the tongue traced his jaw line.

“How do you manage to smell so good after being at work all day? I love that about you. It makes me want to stand close to you—behind you, in front of you, it doesn’t matter. I just want to inhale your scent. I love it.”

Dayton rubbed up into Simon as he nuzzled his hair, first with his nose then with his lips.

“You are a truly delightful man and I’m so glad you’re here,” Simon whispered.

“There is no package, is there?” Dayton asked, laughing.

Simon’s answer was to stop his petting and pull Dayton’s wrist to trap his arm between them. “I definitely have a package and it’s all for you.”

Excerpt from Just Being Neighborly by Kaenar Langford, final edition may differ.

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