Alan was on top of Austin again, slowly circling his hips, causing the friction he so desperately needed, pressing slow sloppy kisses across Austin's neck. Austin's eyes had drifted closed and was enjoying the feeling of Alan on top of him, teasing him with his stupid fucking hips and his stupid lips on his skin. Austin felt bad that he was barely doing anything aside from his hands massaging the gingers thighs. "A-Austin"
He hummed in response, letting Alan get his full attention by stopping and bringing his head up to rest his forehead against Austin's. "Austiiiiiin" this time it felt distant, but right in his ear and he didn't understand. "Austin, Austin" the twilight had been formed and he was now waking up.
"Austin, it's almost 8 wake up!" Alan was shaking his lanky friend, trying to get him up, and he was, but Austin was stubborn and didn't want to move or talk or anything when he woke up. "Aus don't even with me right now, I know you're awake"
Austin groaned and rolled over from having his face in a pillow to being able to barely see Alan, eyes having to adjust. He pulled himself up and rested against the wall, eyes closed, "why'd you wake me up?"
Alan didn't respond, his focus on something much more... Interesting... At the moment. Austin's eyes fluttered open to stare at the ginger whose eyes weren't fixed on his face "Alan, what? You gonna answer me?"
Regaining his vision fully and focusing on his face, Austin saw Alan's lip slightly caught between his teeth, and looked down to where Alan was staring. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST." Running his hands up his face and through his hair, Austin could feel the burning in his face.
"W-What?" Alan was snapped out of his staring and looked up at Austin, instead of his hard-on. "Um... Uh, Aus..."
"No. Don't even, just don't." He pulled the blanket up over himself and slid back down into a laying position oh his bed.
"You um." Alan couldn't get his words out, and he couldn't get the image of Austin's bulge out of his head. "What were you even dreaming about for that to happen?"
You. "Nothing, I don't remember." think of the most unappealing thing ever, what's the worst thing you've ever seen, think, think.
"Well your parents aren't home yet." Alan took the blanket in his hand and pulled it off of Austin, fixing his eyes on Austin's obnoxiously clothed member.
"Yeah? And? That's not even relevant right now" Austin rubbed his eyes and rested the crook of his elbow over his face so he wouldn't have to look at Alan eyeing him up like he couldn't see him doing it. Alan was clearly oblivious right now.
"Isn't it though?" That's when Alan shifted on the bed and started to palm at Austin through the thin cotton material preventing the skin-on-skin touch Austin's body wanted to respond to.
"Alan, Alan stop." He didn't want him to, but he knew he had to try to get him to stop or else "Alan." or else it might go to far or make things more strange than they already had been.
"Alan" Austin pushed his pale hand away from the, again, growing problem "I smell like shit I need to take a shower or something."
"Or something" Alan mumbled, letting himself fall back onto Austin's warm bed with a huff as the older rushed out of his room faster than he intended to actually do.
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Austin didn't waste time after getting to the bathroom, not worrying about getting towels from the hall closet on his way. He only worried about fixing his current situation, and how he was fucking glad he wasn't a vocal wet dream haver or else he'd be screwed. Don't ask him how he knew, he just did. Not that he got very far before Alan disturbed his, very appreciated, slumber, because honestly he was sleeping well, something he hadn't been doing much as of late.
