Yes

Aaralon shifted closer to the window, his breath fogging it slightly as he tried to get a better view of Shane. The big man wouldn’t be going anywhere so might as well enjoy the show.

Even standing outside he could feel the heat emanating from the glass of the window, the sweat that glistened on Shane’s chest and face only highlighting the outlines of his muscles and strong facial features.

As he watched Shane masturbating, his hand moving in long, slow strokes that seemed aimed more at drawing out the pleasure rather than reaching his climax, Aaralon felt his own cock starting to harden.

His breath still steaming up the glass he reached down into his own robes, his fingers wrapping around his own shaft as he began to match the pace of the big man. The memories of the clearing coming back to him as his eyes flickered over the other man's body.

Soon Shane began to pick up his pace, his hand starting to move in a blur as his chest and shoulders tensed, seeming to be holding back his own orgasm by sheer **** of will. Aaralon did his best to match the other man's pace, his hand spread against the wall as his whole body shook as he worked his own cock.

Yet, as his hand slipped across the outside of the shed his fingers clipped the very top of one of the unused axe handles that sat leaning against the outer wall. He watched as, in slow motion, the handle slowly dipped forward, sending another two toppling with it. As they rattled off of the ground the sound seemed to echo in the silence of the night.

Aaralon cursed and ducked down, just glimpsing Shane suddenly starting to shove his cock back into his clothes.

He knew he only had a few moments to get away yet he also knew that he had no reason to run. His only fear was how Shane might react to being spied on.