Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

29.

It's hot.

I squirm in my spot, and crack one eye open. The room is dark, and I know it's clearly the dead of night still. I attempt to shift away from the source of heat only to find myself wrapped in someone else's limbs.

I open my other eye and crane my neck to see Sehun's sleeping face. The usually good at playing distant boy has somehow resorted to fucking cuddling and suffocating me in the middle of the night.

His mouth is open and soft snores are coming out. I smile sleepily at him. How cute.

I'm torn between wanting to push him off and letting him sleep on. He's really warm and suffocating me, but he's also sleeping so peacefully, and I have a heart. How could I wake him up when I don't know how often he sleeps this well?

I whimper pitifully and use my feet to shuffle the blanket off my upper body so that I can have a bit of cool air to combat the body heat. I relax in his hold and close my eyes while facing the ceiling hoping to fall back asleep soon.

That is until I hear his whimpering.

Fuck, is he cold now? I reopen my eyes and look at him trying to figure out what's causing him discomfort. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth has closed. He kind of looks like he's in pain, and when his grip on me tightens, I assume he's having some kind of nightmare.

The whimpering starts to change. Instead of soft whimpers, he begins to let out soft sighs and quiet moans. My eyes widen.

Not a nightmare.

Probably the opposite.

When I feel something distinctly hard pressing against my thigh.

Definitely the opposite.

My breath hitches and I silently listen to the noises. He pulls me in even tighter. I can feel his erection rubbing shallowly against my thigh and to say I'm flustered would be the understatement of the century. Should I wake him up? What am I supposed to do?

"June..." I close my eyes at the sound of my name unconsciously slipping from his mouth. This is wrong. Him doing this is wrong. Me letting him is wrong. The way my body is reacting to this so positively wrong. I didn't even know he had thoughts like that. I take in deep breaths and try to force myself back to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Go the fuck back to sleep before he wakes up and is embarrassed and everything is ruined. How would either of you be able to face each other after this? I bite my lip hard.

I should be allowed one bad decision right? I'd just be helping him out.

That's right. I'd be doing him a favor, and I'd be helping myself out. I have to go to sleep so I can be rested for the party, and how can I do that with him grinding up against my leg and moaning right in my ear?

That's right. I can't.

I peek and look at him with one eye to check and see if he's asleep, because how the hell would I explain this to him if he were to wake up and basically find me molesting him in his sleep?

That's right. I can't.

With a deep breath, I slide one hand down between our bodies and palm the outside of his boxers, and he sighs at the touch. I freeze and don't remove my eyes from his moonlit face, waiting for signs that he's about to open his eyes and curse me to hell. I can feel him moving against my hand and he whimpers once again.

I bite the inside of my cheek and move my hand to the top of his boxers and slide my hand below the fabric against his skin. I grip his hardened member gently and watch his face closely. His face crunches up slightly and another shaky breath escapes him, I move my hand along his length.