3:36 AM | Tanner SmallAnt/Fir

3:36 AM

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"Fir, please !" Fir roughly squeezed the hips of the person below him. They were in a room, one Fir wasn't entirely familiar with, though in the back of his mind behind the lust he knew where he was. Not that it mattered. All that really mattered to Fir right now was the bodies on the bed and the pleasure he felt in his lower half.

" Fuck ,"

Fir watched through half open eyes as the person below him threw their head back. Fir wasn't sure who it was. Their voice was on the deeper side, and their body was just slightly thinner than himself. He tightened his grip on the other's waist as he pushed himself in once more. The other person, whoever they were, was tight and warm around his own dick. In a way, it was heavenly. If heaven was sex, I guess. The blonde man on top let out a moan of his own. He slowly pulled himself out of the other before thrusting back in at a quicker pace. Fir was close to the end of whatever this was. He was close to climax.

"Tanner," The words came out as whine before Fir could truly process what he was saying. Tanner. Somewhere in Fir knew the name was painfully familiar. Painfully the name of a man.

The boy below him-- Tanner-- bit his lip. Brown hair, darker eyes. Skinny, but definitely not underweight. He seemed to have some cocky expression burnt into his face with whatever other expression he made. Tanner leaned up, rather wobbly, with his elbows and pressed his lips against Fir's. Fir groaned into the kiss. It was intoxicating.

As quick as he pressed their lips together, Tanner pulled away. "I'm," his voice was shaky. "I'm close,"

Fir let his body speak for him, pulling Tanner closer to himself and going at him hard. Fir nipped at Tanner's neck, pathetic noises passing his lips. Blissful.

" Tanner !"

Fir's eyes opened. His body felt stiff and his boxers felt wet. The sheets, too. He quickly checked the clock next to the bed he had been sleeping in.

3:36 AM

Grumbling, Fir wiped the sweat off across his forehead and looked to the other side of his bed. It was empty. It was just some dream, he declared, squirming uncomfortably against the cold and sticky liquid between his legs. Fir chewed on his lip, trying to think. Who was it about? Fir hadn't been crushing on anyone recently.

It hit him like a truck. The world wasn't going to let Fir sit and try and reason with his own brain, the man letting out a choked gasp when he realized who he was dreaming about. Who he had been.. fucking.

Tanner .

Fir knew the name was familiar. Obviously. One of his best friends, a man that was in the room next to him. Fir slapped his hand across his mouth. He was the type of person to talk in his sleep, and based on what his past girlfriends have said, he wasn't quiet about it.

"Crap," He muttered. Fir sat up in his bed, debating if he should leave for the restroom or not. He wasn't a big fan of sitting around in his soiled shorts like a teen, but he definitely didn't want to leave the room. Suspicious sounds coming from a room? Then said room's door opening and rushing to the bathroom? A recipe for disaster if anyone had been awake. Especially Tanner.