Wait it out

Waiting for it to die down, Ethan hums to himself, thinking about taxes, spiders, and baseball. Time-tested boner killers.

Once he’s not pointed at the ceiling, he’s finally able to start relieving himself. Over his stream, he hears footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Ethan,” Layla calls. “I’m just going to change. Do you mind showing yourself out?”

“No problem,” Ethan calls back, the sound of her voice making his cock semi-hard cock twitch, forcing him to adjust himself. “I’ll just be a minute.”

“Take your time.” Her footsteps move away.

Finishing, Ethan takes a moment to wipe the rim of the bowl, just in case his twitch left anything behind. Moving to the sink, Ethan starts washing his hands, noting Layla has some expensive looking soap.

“AHHHHH!” A scream, bloodcurdling and shrill, rings through the house.

“Layla?!” Ethan turns and opens the door, running towards the source of the scream on the urging of some instinct or another.

Running down the hall, Ethan burst past another closed door, entering what he vaguely remembers to be his neighbor's bedroom. “Layl-Ah!”