The Boy Next Door

A Cad

You were in the kitchen, preparing your breakfast when you heard padded footsteps heading over in your direction. You smiled, already knowing who it was. You heard a sleepy yawn behind you, and you turned around to see Mark standing there in all his glory - black boxers, white shirt and hair pointing in all sorts of directions.

"Morning, Mark!" you greeted him cheerily, as you leaned on the counter, picking up your coffee in the process. Mark mumbled a 'morning', before padding over to you, taking your mug off of your hands and placing it back on the counter.

He then placed his hands by your neck to secure you in place, before leaning in and giving you a kiss on the lips. He moved to deepen the kiss and you opened your mouth to let his tongue enter. Mark picked you up, placing you on the counter and he grabbed your underwear to drag them down and take them off. He dragged your hips to the edge of the counter, spreading your legs wide, giving you a devilish smirk before diving to your core and-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"No. No, no, no." you grabbed your phone from your bedside table and turned off the alarm. You rubbed your face harshly to wake yourself, not quite believing what had just happened. You were just dreaming about Mark. A steamy one at that. Oh boy.

You quickly grabbed your change of clothes for the day before opening your door slightly, to pop your head out. Once you saw that the coast was clear, you quickly headed off to the bathroom for that much needed cold shower.

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Once you've finished, you started to put clothes on and realised that you forgot to bring a new shirt with you. You decided to brave it, hoping that Mark was still in bed. You quickly put your bra on and wrapped your hair in the towel before walking out.

"Well, good morning to me," Mark smirked from the kitchen and you froze like a deer in headlights.

"Mark! You're awake!" you said in surprise. "I thought you didn't have to start your day till later?"

"Jackson called, he wanted to catch up," Mark shrugged, before raking his eyes up and down your body. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was checking you out.

"Are- are you checking me out?" you asked hesitantly, warmth appearing in your cheeks and he chuckled.

"Can't help it, sorry. I'm a guy, and in case you weren't aware, you're standing there without a shirt on."

"I'm very much aware," you scoffed before crossing your arms over your chest, even though he'd already seen you.

"Well, next time you can check me out," Mark suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"That's hardly fair. That could be six months from now," you teased playfully.

"Oh, well we can't have that can we?" Mark winked at you, and before you knew it, he had taken his shirt off. "Are we even now?"

You gasped in surprise at the sight in front of you. You wished you could unglue your eyes from his chiseled abs but it proved impossible. At this point, you were just praying that you didn't have drool running down your chin.

"You okay there?" Mark waved his hand in front of your face and you jumped back, hitting the wall behind you. You didn't even realise he had walked over to you.

"I'm- I'm okay," you replied meekly.

"Are you sure?" Mark asked with a smirk, moving even closer, until he was right in front of you. "You hit your head pretty hard there."

"You're a cad," you told him as you maneuvered yourself away from him and toward your room. "It hasn't even been a day!"

"I'm just teasing!" Mark chuckled. "Come on, you're making it too easy for me. I'm sorry."