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Kevin : Dreams,Sofas and Whines

Written by @/shutupheathersorryheatherr on Tumblr.
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You and Kevin are friends. No, scratch that, you're best friends. You care about each other more than anything. You've made friends with his parents by now, laughing whenever they send both you suspicious glances and or ever sent the guy a thumbs up whenever you two paired off from y'all's little group. You brushed those little things off with the thought that it was all fun and games. That yeah, all good parents do that with their child's friends. And you know what they say; all the good and more easily believed lies are based in some sort of truth.

The truth was: you knew you were fooling yourself. The thought that your own mind was subconsciously covering up thoughts of him... that had been lingering for a while now. And you knew why you acted that way-- repressing thoughts of his fingers on you, in you, dragging themselves all over you, preferably leaving a trail of his cum in their wake. And the worst thing was, you had these thoughts at the weirdest and most inconvenient times. But you were going off on another tangent. It seems to happen a lot because of the man. Especially right now, which you were brought back to. The reality you were trying to escape from; with his fingers wrapped around a fast-food soda cup, condensation dripping onto his fingers. And fuck, he just wont let go of the thing. He claimed he was thirsty. And you knew he wasn't bluffing. Believe me, you kept your eye of if he drank water that day.

Mostly because you cared for him greatly, but a little sliver of you, the part that knew why your mind was a pot bubbling over when you were around him, wanted to see his fingers wrapped around his canteen or up. But you'd never say that aloud. At least no yet.

You're on your sofa. It's quiet, but not awkward. It's as comfortable as it could be/ Due to his busy all the time schedule, you don't get time like this to just enjoy each other's company in relative silence much. So you're both intent to enjoy it while it lasts. You just weren't prepared to enjoy it as much as you did then. Because somewhere along the way of lazily talking you noticed that Kevin hadn't responded for a while. It wasn't necessarily new. You were both tired, and maybe he just wanted to wait until you were done taking to say anything. But at the second time you called his name. Softly, just in case he was sleeping. You noticed how relaxed he was on his side of the sofa, slumped against the arm rest and pillow clutched to his front. He looked so calm and peaceful and quite frankly beautiful, you thought

A second later you realized that people who really were just friends and only thought about themselves and their relationship that way didn't stare like that at each other and think those things. So you tossed you blanket off and laid it over his sleeping form. You had suspected he'd stay the night because of how late it was anyways. And how it was the weekend. But why did your mind suddenly flash to both of you, in your bed, with him gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave marks as he mumble doubt a string of incoherent thoughts? Why did a shiver run up and back down your spine when you thought of him spending the night with you another way. One that ended in satisfaction on both of your parts and learning, first hand this time and not because of tipsy confessions about preferences. About each other inside and out. Him leaning what you taste like, you finding out what he feels like.

But that was ow this usually went, he'd come over, do something, two seconds later you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom to go and splash cold water on your face. And you'd torture yourself with him, knowing that he wouldn't ever want you like that. Or at least never admit it to you— Unless he was drunk and sad.... which did happen one time. But that was besides the point, you thought as you climbed into bed, covering yourself with the blankets. You let sleep lull you into a dreamless land as you tossed and turned. You were awoken before dawn, to the sound of... moaning? It was coming from the living room you were sure of it. And that was where Kevin was, wasn't it? In your dreary eyed sleep deprived brain you shot out of bed, thinking he had a bad dream. He had been complaining a lot about those lately whenever he'd dose off and make incoherent sleepy noises that You guessed could be interpreted that way.