Excerpt: Another Time, Perhaps

[Yes, this could use an edit, but it's NaNo "draft zero" after all. Note that this contains homosexual content. Enjoy!]

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Aiden waved goodbye to the last of his friends who actually walked this far, Geordi having a bit more of a hike to go. The Caucasian ducked in the front door of his house and tiptoed quickly up the stairs to shut himself in his room as fast as he could without giving himself away. He didn't want to deal with any of the bullshit today, just wanted to pretend that reality wasn't what it was and he was... with somebody particular. He knew it was too easy to idealize someone he didn't even know, especially some guy who, if he was a stalker, was a bit more academic than one would expect for shady doings.

The boy sighed and dug into his backpack for the latest sketchpad, that and a few Copic markers finding their way to his desk by the window. He didn't take a seat yet, curiosity drawing him to the glass separator facing towards the right-hand neighbor's backyard, when considering the position of the street. One of them was out there now, lounging in a deck chair placed out in the grass, long dark hair making it easy to mistake the figure for a woman if one didn't know better. The fact that he was apparently painting his fingernails definitely added to the impression. The boy couldn't see the face from this angle, the chair's placement giving the manicuring one a nice view of the sprawling lilacs trying to eat the back fence.

Aiden smiled to himself and sighed, about to turn away when the back door to the abode he'd been maybe not-quite spying on slammed. The teen saw the bald head and well-muscled form of the other occupant head away from the portal towards the one on the chair. The larger one made himself quite at home straddling the other's lap as the other blew drying nails. Aiden bit his lip as the big guy leaned in to kiss the one he was not quite bothering, the other's palms going to the hairless head, careful of the new polish. Then the teen had to duck away as the guy who could best be described as beefcake looked up directly at his window.

The boy sighed and sat down to the task he'd been distracted from. They were so fucking hot together, those two. He wished he could be as lucky as them, the sketch taking shape on the paper before him beginning to form an entirely different setting, though that subject was seated as well. There was no one in his lap, however, just a book held up and capturing the reader's gaze.

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Trey couldn't see what his boyfriend could, but could guess. "He watching again?"

Marc grinned and kissed his love again. "Yeah. He's hiding now."

Trey giggled at the continued attentions and the neighbor boy's sweet insecurity. "He's so cute. We should have him over sometime."

"Better idea," the other's grin only going more devious. "We go upstairs and leave the curtain over and give him something to really enjoy."

Marc made a playful, indignant gasp. "You're terrible." The idea presented with the slight change of closed curtains did sound quite nice, however. He shook his fingers and blew on their tips again. "My nails are still wet."

"Damn." The taller man caught the hands and blew on them himself. "How long we gotta wait?"

The more feminine one relaxed his head back against the chair. "Mmm, five, ten minutes."

The grin hadn't faded much and returned to full strength. "Wonder what the fuck we're gonna do while we wait." The dominant one leaned in for further kisses, the attentions happily reciprocated.