Temporary Bliss [boyxboy]

9: Dreamer

"Finn," I heard the deep, husky voice of Caleb whisper into my ear. His warm breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine.
But I didn't really know if it was the good or bad kind of shivers.

I spun around, a look of confusion etched onto my face, "What are you doing?"

My friend leaned forward and kissed the base of my neck. I closed my eyes for a second. What was happening?

"Kissing you," Caleb responded simply and it transpired that he wasn't wrong when he pressed his lips to mine. He was definitely kissing me.

"But why?", I pulled away, "You're not gay. And neither am I."

He smiled at me with a perfect array of white teeth and I saw the excited glint in his deep brown eyes, "Shhh", he shushed me and kissed me again

I'd never kissed a man before. Maybe I'd try, maybe I'd see if I liked it - just this once. I mean, this wasn't that weird right? Caleb was my best friend after all.
And so I did, moving my lips against his.

To my surprise, I found myself... Liking it. Much more than I expected.
He pulled away and looked at me expectantly.

I leaned forward, wanting to kiss him again. He smirked and gave me what I wanted.
The second time the kiss was better, felt more natural. Confidently, I wrapped my arms around Caleb's neck and pulled him closer. I felt him smile into the kiss as he grabbed my hips and slowly, the more we kissed, the more the nervous butterflies in my stomach began to diminish.

I was quite a bit shorter than Caleb, so I had to stand on my tip toes to kiss him properly. Apparently he was also dissatisfied with that, so he hooked his hands under my thighs and simply picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his hips.

I giggled and so did he, making our teeth knock against each other slightly.
"You're so strong," I said fondly, placing my hands on Caleb's biceps. He smiled proudly, and just as he was walking us over to the bed, I heard a beeping noise.

I pulled away from him and looked around.
Where was this coming from?

Suddenly, Caleb was gone. I felt my mattress beneath me, and heard my phone beeping away on my bedside table.
Fuck.

I sat up groggily, squinting at the brightness of my phone as I turned off the alarm.
I let myself fall back onto my bed with an embarrassed groan.
Had I really just dreamt that?!

What the everloving fuck was wrong with me? And worst of all, I didn't even mind the dream as much as I should've! At times like these, I was incredibly thankful no one could read my thoughts.

I sat up, annoyingly aware of the uncomfortable and very visible problem in my sweatpants. I sighed to myself and rubbed my tired eyes.

Waking up was definitely my least favorite part of the day, especially after such an embarrassing dream. How was I gonna look Caleb in the eye after this?

I got up, taking a towel with me, and padded towards the door to take a cold shower.

I had barely taken five steps when the door to Caleb's bedroom door swung open in front of me.
Caleb stepped out, of course shirtless and looking just as tired as I probably did.

"Morning, asshole," he grumbled and I just hummed in response, going red immediately.

"You taking a shower?" Caleb asked and I nodded.
"You can go first, though," I shrugged.

He looked at me and his gaze landed on my crotch area for a second.
I quickly covered it with the towel I was holding, but it was too late.

Caleb had already burst out laughing, "You look like you need it more, bro," he said and I didn't answer.