Punishment for peeping toms.

A foolish boy is reprimanded for checking out another boy in his dorm.

"Okay," I breathed, staring at the second floor window of my apartment building, which was hanging ajar slightly, and I felt my eyebrows twitch as my muscles tensed. I'd done the warm ups. I'd done the breathing rituals, I'd practiced on the other obstacles. Now for the big one. 

Leaping up onto the building, grabbing my window, and pulling myself through. Should be easy enough, right? 

"Here we go," I breathed again, clapping my bands, shaking my head, and preparing my body. I could make this. It was no big deal. Other people leaped obstacles tones bigger than this everyday didn't they? Why should it be any different for me? 

I ran up towards the small railing of the large bin that sat outside the front of my window, and clambered up it, hard and fast, them firmly placed one foot on the wall as I continued moving upwards, up body still upright. I leapt as high as I could, and reached out my hand to catch myself on the windowsill, but I had my feet ready to flip off the wall if I couldn't reach, so I wouldn't break my fall with my spine, or anything dangerous like that. 

My hand slipped by a few inched, much to my disappointment, and I kicked off the walls doing a back-flip in the process, and landing on the ground a couple of feet away from the bin. I sighed and stared up at the window, breathing heavily. 

"D****t," I sighed, shaking my hands to stretch them, and spreading my legs further apart, I tensed and relaxed my muscles, preparing to try again. 

I dashed forward harder and faster than before, and instead of grabbing at the rail, I leapt onto it, then kicked at the wall, as if I were running up it about four or five time. I shoved the balls of my feet against the wall, and leapt forward, hard, as gravity began to work it's magic, and I felt like I was falling. 

Instead of descending, my body lunged forward, and I clamped onto the windowsill hard with both hands, careful not to make a noise. I felt like Tomb Raider suddenly, hanging from the edge of a dangerous cliff. 

I inhaled heavily as all of my muscles seemed to burn and scream, and I ret my fingers begin to slip. S**t. 

I lunged forward again with one of my elbows, and managed to throw my arm inside the window, and lull half of my body through the window, like I'd been taught. 

"Oh my God," A frightened voice whispered, and I looked up from the bed in front of the window, and saw a teenage boy standing there in his boxers, a shirt in his hands, looking horrified at me.

"Oh, f**k-" I began, as he opened his mouth to scream at me. 

"HOLY F**K DANIEL WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?" He squealed, in a very womanly tone, as he grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at me. It hit me in the face, but I was in the window with enough pressure packed on the front half of my body a single pillow wouldn't be able to knock me out. It still surprise used me, though. Did he not realize I was hanging from the windowsill? 

"Mike I was Just-" I tried again, but he screamed over me, then grabbed his clothes, and left the room. 

"PERVERTED B*****D!" He screeched, as he slammed the door behind him. I pulled myself up through the window with more ease than I thought I'd have. I rolled off the bed, thunking on the floor with a groan, as my head throbbed, and I stood up again, rolling around and then opening the door to chase after him. 

"Mike! Wait!" I called, as he ran up the stairs of the apartment building, practically naked, as he continuously dropped clothes. 

I heard a small giggle beside me, and I looked to see a rather amused Mrs Gerd looking at me. She saw Mike and the clothes, and she'd obviously seen how flustered I looked after climbing through the window, so she was probably misinterpreting things. In this building, stuff like that happened a lot. Especially to me. 

"Oh my, boys nowadays are so rowdy and open with their gay relationships,' she mused, more to herself than to me, as she continued watching Mike charge up the stairs... Where he was going I had no idea, but he'd get there in a hurry. 

"Erma, it's not what you think-" I began, and she brushed it off. 

"Doesn't matter what I think right now, Daniel. You're boyfriend is half naked, and running away from you," she explained without hiding her grin, "now in my day, that was a problem, and with problems you don't stand around trying to explain yourself; fix it, then fill me in during the aftermath,' she assured me, and patted me on the back. 

"Thanks, Mrs Gerd," I assured her, as I began to chase Mike up the stairs. Boyfriend? Pfft, I wish. 

"Daniel?" she called from behind me, I stopped in my tracks and turned to her. 

She looked at me smugly and knowingly, holding a pair of boxers, "you'll be needing these," she teased me, and threw the clothes at me. 

I snatched them, then picked up the rest of the clothes as I rushed up the stairs after Mike. He was fast for a skinny guy, I'd give him that. But he was also half naked, and that was embarrassing. When Mike was embarrassed, he got flustered, and then he slowed down pretty quick. 

I picked up the rest of the clothed he'd dropped on the way up the few flights of stairs, and then I reached the roof. I pushed open the gigantic, metallic blue door, then sighed heavily, as I looked out on the roof. 

Mike wasn't anywhere in sight. 

Oh God. He hadn't been stupid enough to run off the, edge, had he? 

Suddenly and arm appeared in my vision. A pale, naked, thin arm, with it's fingers outstretched. 

"Don't turn around," Mike's voice was icy, and I suddenly felt like if I breathed the wrong way he'd shoot me where I stood. He couldn't,of course. He didn't have a gun, but I was sure that he'd find a way to kill me if after all the embarrassment he'd just suffered. 

I didn't move a muscle, like he recommended. "Mike, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were-" 

"Shut up. Hand me my clothes, it's cold," he commanded, and I placed them all in his hand. He withdrew it, and I heard him get dressed behind the door. I wanted to look badly, see his lithe body as he tensed his muscles trying to get his pants on... The delectable skin on his arms and chest so pale I could practically use him as a piece of paper...  The way he blushes when I accidentally walk in on him sometimes. 

"I can't believe you did that, Daniel. What'd were you trying to do? Get a peek while I wasn't looking? Jeez," he whined, in the best scolding voice he could make. Of course, it was way cuter than it was angry, and I couldn't help but smile. 

"I didn't even know you were in the bedroom, I swear. I thought you'd gone shopping for the day," I admitted, honestly, my body itching to turn around and face him. It was killing me not knowing what kind of faces he was making. 

"That's a load of crap. I went shopping yesterday, with you,' he pointed out, and I realized that I was lying again. Huh. Sometimes it was just easier not to tell the truth. 

"Oh. Right. Well, I was just Practicing Parkour, y'know? The championships are coming up soon, and I-" 

"Also a lie. The championships were last month. We both went, and I participated because you told me to. It sucked, but at latest I got a medal," he reminded me, and I blinked, surprised. 

Huh. I'd lied to myself, then? What the hell had I been trying to do when I climbed up there?! 

Oh. Well, I guess in a way, Mike was right. I must've subconsciously been trying to check him out. 

"Oh. Right." I mumbled, narrowing my eyes slightly, trying to think of another lie. 

Suddenly Mike stepped in front of me,fully clothed, his blonde hair disheveled, his cheeks flushed red from the embarrassing running he'd had to undergo. 

"Tell me the truth, please Daniel? I don't lie to you," he pointed out, pouting at me in the most adorable way possible. 

Well, I guess I'd have to go with my secret weapon. The thing I only ever used when it was completely and utterly necessary. 

Yes, that's right. The truth. 

I turned around Mike's sexy body, and his eyes and body followed my movements, he stepped backwards, confused, and then I had him pinned up against the wall beside the door. Too easy. Hah. 

"Well then... Maybe I should start telling the truth," I whispered softly into his face, and he raised his eyebrow, not amused at my attempt on sexy. 

Okay, well if that didn't work, maybe I could the neediness? That always seemed to work. 

"Yeah? Seeing as I've been asking for it since we got up here, I'd recommend it,' he growled, icily. 

"The truth is..." I began, and u could practically hear the dramatic music playing in the background. 

"I'm deeply in love with you,' I informed him, stroking his cheeks slightly. 

He blinked, as if what I'd just stated with the most ridiculous thing in the world. 

"Are you a f*****g moron?" He asked, point blank, and I was taken aback by the suddenness of his anger. He shoved me away from him, anger seething in his body, as he clenched his fists. 

"YOU A*****E!" He bellowed, and it was then I began to wonder if Mike had borderline Tourette syndrome. 

"What'd I say?" I asked, bewildered, as he fumed even more. 

"You think that just because I'm dating you, you have some kind of special privilege to perv on me? I have boundaries, y'know! You can't just go peeking on me like that! Ask next time, jeez!" He growled, slapping my shoulder, making me wince. 

"Wait... What?" I asked, as the new information registered slowly in my brain. Boyfriend? What? 

"I don't walk in on you when you change, and I don't hang from windowsills just to get a peak, either! Why do you do it to me, huh? Huh?" He raged, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. 

Without thinking I placed my lips on his, and his grip on my shoulders relaxed a little. He began to relax, and he sighed into the kiss, his tense fingers smoothing out, and wrapping around my neck. 

He pulled away from me slowly, seemingly no longer angry. 

"Daniel?" he asked me softly, and I nodded, as we shifted feet slightly, and moved away from the wall. 

His soft grip tensed again, and he snarled as he yanked my face close to his, glaring with a passion at me. 

"If you ever try to shut me up with a kiss, or walk in on me changing again, I will personally make sure that you won't be able to walk for the week afterwards, understood?" He commanded, with a deadly tone deep in his voice. 

I grinned broadly, and kissed his cheek softly. 

"God, you have no idea how much I'd like that,' I breathed into his ear, and hugged him fiercely. He yelped with surprise as I hugged him tightly. 

"That's now what I meant and you know it!" He whimpered, and I smirked broadly. 

"Don't care, you said you'd f**k my brains out. I heard that distinctly, and I'm sticking with that punishment,"  I cried, joyously, with a cackle. He whimpered in defeat as I placed him on the ground again (I spun him around a couple of times,) and then gently kissed his nose. 

"You're an a*s, you know that?" he asked, half smirking as he sighed with exasperation. 

"Yes, but I'm your a*s. Don't forget that. Daniel; always open for a booty call," I teased, and suddenly, I felt his arms slid from my chest to my a*s, then he squeezed it tightly. 

"Really? I'm going to test that theory,' he mused, slyly, and I felt my cheeks flush. 

What did I just do? 

He turned me around, and we began walking down the stairs, Mike pushing me, touching nothing but my rump. 

When we reached our room, I saw Mrs Gerd opening the door to her apartment, with some garbage in hand. She looked at the pair of us, and smiled uncontrollably. I tried to think that we were better than most of the soap operas she watched, in her eyes, but I also found that creepy.... so I didn't. Heh.

"Sorry about the noise, Mrs Gerd," Mike apologized, and Mrs Gerd shrugged. 

" It's alright. Wasn't that much of a commotion. I'm just glad you sorted everything out," she informed me, cheerfully. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but Mike cut me off again. 

"Oh, I'm not apologizing for what just happened. I'm apologizing in advance," he explained, suddenly, with a bit of a giggle. 

Mrs Gerd laughed a little, shaking her head, "oh, I was going to take a walk today anyway,' she mused to herself again. 

Oh dear. If Mike got rough, there were no bystanders to save me from the brutal murder than would ensue. 

"That's a good idea,' Mike recommended, his hands still fairly planted on my a*s. He shoved my inside the apartment, and waved goodbye to Mrs Gerd with a friendly word, the closed the door, then locked it behind him. He walked over to the window,can't closed it and drew blinds over it, just for an extra effect. 

He loomed over me after he knocked me onto the bed, and grinned gleefully above me. A sexy smile I seemed to remember, but I couldn't think of why. 

"Okay big boy, you asked for it," he informed me, then slid on top of me, his eyes level with mine. 

"Yes I did," I growled, hoping it'd set the mode. But, it didn't. It just sounded weird. Maybe I shouldn't talk during moments like this? 

He smirked above me, then gently caressed my cheek. He kissed my ear softly, and I shivered. 

"This is going to hurt,' he warned, with a primal growl, and suddenly I felt more turned on than ever. 

"I know. Naughty boy's get punished, don't they?" I asked, and before I got an answer... 

I was punished. Severely. 

And God, did it feel good. I loved every single aching second of it, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Even if I couldn't walk for a year, I'd do it a thousand times over. 

I love you, Mike. I love how your love for me hurts you, and in turn, hurts me. 

That lain is good. It's a binding contract between two lovers. Two weird, broken lovers. 

But I wouldn't have it any other way. 

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