Jahvie oneshots

In My Dreams

"Mm yes, right there." I moaned out. The only sound you could hear was our skin slapping together, tiny grunts, and loud moans.

"Oh yeah, you like that?" Dahvie asked, slamming into me again.

"Fuck yeah I do, don't stop."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He winked, wrapping his hand around my member.

"So close." I managed to choke out.

"Cum for me baby, I would love to see it."

I awoke in a sudden jerk as Dahvie and I both finished in my dream. I looked over at my alarm clock and read '4:30 AM'. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. Damn, these dreams are getting more and more realistic. I felt a wetness in my boxers and realized at least one thing was real. Instead of just having a dirty dream and waking up with a raging boner, I had a wet dream and jizzed in my boxers. I decided to weigh my options. I could go back to sleep, but now that I noticed my 'problem', it was uncomfortable. I could take a shower but the would probably wake Dahvie. After a couple minutes of sitting in uncomfortableness, I decided I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep like this and should just take a shower. I grabbed my towel, new boxers, and headed towards the bathroom. Wait a second, the door is closed. We always keep it open unless someone's in there. I was about to knock on the door in confusion, when it swung back and Dahvie stepped out.

"Oh excu- wait, Jayy why are you up?" He asked with a slight blush.

"Uh, uh, I, uh.." I fumbled for words. I could feel my face growing hotter by the second, how do I explain this to him?! He looked down at my towel in one hand, my clean pair of boxers in the other, and my dirty pair I was wearing. He seemed to catch on pretty fast.

"Damn Jayy, who was the lucky guy?" He nudged me as he walked by to go back to sleep. I didn't turn around, but I whispered, barely audible,

"You."  

I thought I heard a pause in his footsteps but that was probably just my imagination. He would have to have great hearing to hear what I said. I shut the door with a sigh and once it clicked shut I thought I heard a squeal of happiness. Damn, my mind just keeps playing tricks on me. I groaned as I slid of my boxers and turned the shower on. Today was going to be a long day, I can already tell.

~Time lapse~

I stepped out of the shower and towered off my body. I put on the clean pair of boxers and towel dried my hair. By the time I got back in my room the clock read '5:13 AM'. Urgh, I'm wide awake now. Might as well sort out these dreams and feelings I have for Dahvie. Who, I might remind you is as straight as a mother fucking ruler. But those can be flexible too, right? He's always talking about ass and titties. I have an ass, but no titties. I sighed and looked down, and grabbed my nipples. Why couldn't I be born a girl and have boobs? My name could be Jayyleen, and Dahvie and I could live happily ever after. The only problem with that is, I like being Jayy Von Monroe. A fabulous, sexy, gay beotch. But, I really really really really like Dahvie. Okay, I really really really really love Dahvie. As far for those dreams, I also lust for him. How can you not? It's impossible not to love him. I walked over to my desk and logged on to my computer. I opened up twitter and started typing.

'Never fall in love, because everything that falls gets broken.' I sighed and hit tweet. I clicked on my interactions and saw at least 53 people already retweeted it. Then tons of,

'@JayyVonMonroe OMG Jayy what's wrong?' And,

'@JayyVonMonroe Preach it!' And my favorite that I just had to reply to,