Suddenly, something broke the silence. Billie woke up in the middle of the night in a pool of sweat and his heart was beating loud. He used to have wet dreams pretty regularly in the past, but that was the first time after months. he was sitting on the bed, breathing and thinking about his dream. It was about... that 'night'... The first time he ever dreamed about it. His face looked terrified, but he wasn't scared at all.
He stayed still in the same position for a couple of minutes, his eyes wide open. Then he stood up and went towards the bathroom. When he got in, he closed the door behind him and washed his face with cold water to calm himself down. Then he looked down at his hard boner which was popping gently inside his boxers.
"Fuck", he whispered.
He let his body free and he'd have fallen down if he wouldn't κeep resistance with his hands on the two sides of the washbasin. He lulled his head back and closed his eyes, without thinking or feeling anything, except lust which had began to get a bit hard feeling to control at the moment.
Tré was still sleeping, the only thing that was between them was a wall. He just wanted to fuck him hard and nothing else. And thoughts like this were making him even more harder.
He turned his body to face the wall that separated the bathroom that he was in from the room Tré was sleeping. He was trying to imagine him sleeping on his bed, he'd have those big sky blue eyes closed and probably smiling in his sleep like he many times does. Just beautiful. All these thoughts brought a smile on Billie's face.
It was the first time after many months he had a dream like that. But it was also the first time in his whole life he dreamed about his best friend that way. His emotions were mixed. He didn't know what to think anymore. But his member was still arching and that was driving him crazy.
"Calm down" he whispered to himself, eyes closed, head still lulled back. What he was usually doing in moments like these was jacking but he knew his moans would wake Tré up. Well, they had been friends for decades, lived together for a long time and seen each other doing things no other friend of them had ever seen them doing, so shame would be the last thing he'd feel if Tré would wake up and hear him, but the fact that Tre brought Billie to do what he was about to do right now, would make him feel awkward if Tre would wake up and come in the bathroom.
So then, he lied in the bathtub and hugged his member with his hand.
Then he started moving his hand up and down his dick. He shut his eyes and laid his head back. You could tell about the satisfaction he was feeling by seeing his facial expressions. As much as he didn't want to think about that night, he couldn't help himself. Loud moans were coming out his mouth, he was in paradise.
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Fell for Trillie
FanfictionBillie. Tré. Alone. In a house. At night. Where could that lead to?