Academy of the Artists

Hell of a Performance

So this one sucks more than normal. There is some dirty things in here but not real bad. Not like anyone reads this anyways hahahaha never mind.

I had just gotten out of the shower and I had a towel around my waist. I had forgotten to grab clothes when I stumbled into the shower still half asleep. I walked into the room that Reiner was in and started to look for some clothes.

Reiner still looked like he had a fever most of the time and I think it's because he works so hard on his music. He looked over at me. "Hey Reiner, have you seen my clothes?" I asked since I couldn't find anything other than his clothes. He just stared at my lower area.

"Uh I think they should be in the drawers over there." He pointed at where I was looking and walked over. He looked through the drawers but had no luck. He sighed and looked over at me. His blush seemed to grow and he seemed to look uncomfortable. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable myself with his gaze lingering on me.

I walked over to my bed to see if I had thrown my clothes under my bed. I had to get in the floor to do so, my towel coming loose a bit. When I stood up my towel nearly fell off but I caught it. I noticed Reiner was a little bit closer than before and I didn't understand why he was acting so strange.

I tied the towel tighter around me and sat down on my bed. My clothes had just disappeared on me and I didn't get why. Was this a prank? Did I forget to get my laundry? What was this sorcery?!?

"Hey Bertolt?" Reiner said a little uneasily. I hummed and turned to look at him but was met by his lips. I went wide eyed as he kissed me gently, just barely touching my lips with his. He pulled away and opened his eyes. He looked like he had just made a mistake and that it would ruin his life, but if it was going to ruin it I was going to end it for him.

He went to walk away but I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back to me and kissed him with a passion I never knew I had outside of dance. He immediately kissed back with just as much passion. He laid me back on the bed and he got on top of me. My organ down below started to gain pressure and I could feel Reiner's as he kissed me.

I had my arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to me and not wanting to let go. I started to pull at his shirt to say that I wanted it off, me being in need of feeling his skin against mine. He pulled away just long enough to remove his shirt. It felt so good to have his hard muscles against my body right then.

I moaned into the kiss on accident and that seemed to fuel him more. I began to slide his sweat pants off of his hips slowly as we kissed passionately. We broke apart for a moment to breathe and for him to take his pants off the rest of the way. My towel was thrown into the pile of clothes that we had created.

I cupped his cheek as he looked down at me. "Reiner, I-I need you. Please." I pleaded. He kissed the palm of my hand and touched me ever so gently as he maneuvered to a good position. He looked to me for approval and I nodded. "I trust you." He smiled at me softly. I started to black out at the pressure. I tried to hold on but I couldn't. It was all gone....

I woke up sweating buckets. I sat up and looked around, still breathing hard from the dream. Thankfully, Reiner wasn't in there. I calmed my breathing an looked at the clock. It wasn't that late but wasn't that early either. It was about seven in the morning and it was the day of the recital.

I had quite a day ahead of me. I stretched and got up, ignoring the shrinking bulge in my sleep pants. I went to take a cold shower to wake me up and get rid of that thing I had. I couldn't wrap my head around the dream I had. I had a wet dream about Reiner?

Why would I even think about dreaming that? I only like the guy, I don't want to fuck him. Or do I feel more for him than just small attraction towards him? Do you get butterflies by just looking at someone if you're in love with them? Do you dream of things like I had when you love them? Do you love them if you hurt by seeing them with someone else?