Hawt...gay sex? o_O (mRiley's quarters)

[iss_eyeliner]

((OOC: Takes place after this.))

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[erastes_owner]

Ephram woke rather disoriented, to the feel of someone grinding against his thigh. He wasn't precisely hungover, but he was not as clear-headed as he could be. Unconsciously he shifted, rubbing his leg against the person sharing his bed.

[iss_eyeliner]

The orgasm was what brought him out of his dream, but he still hadn't quite entered the realm of the living. He wasn't even initially aware that the orgasm had actually happened--and not just as part of his dream.

The wet patch in his pants made it apparant.

Something tried to tell him him this was all wrong, that he shouldn't have dreamed about Becky. That he should certainly not have had a wet dream about her. But he didn't listen to that pesky little part of himself. He couldn't bring himself to think it was strange or unusual in any way that he'd dreamed of a woman.

Then he noticed his bed was occupied. Oh yeah. Ephram. Wait, Ephram? Was Ephram what was rubbing between Kevin's legs? Had he had a hand (or arm, or foot, or leg) in bringing Kevin to orgasm? Kevin opened his eyes, and gently plied himself out of Ephram's arms, and away from the offending thigh.

[erastes_owner]

The movement of the other occupant of the bed woke Ephram the rest of the way. His first and strongest impulse was to reach for Kevin, to pull the man close again, but he stifled that urge. He remembered he had resolved not to force Kevin.

"Hello," he said softly, not sure what time it was.

[iss_eyeliner]

"Hi." Kevin smiled shyly and adjusted himself. He hoped Ephram hadn't noticed he'd come. He rolled on his stomach to hopefully hide the wet patch.