The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome

127- That damned peepstee!

*Gwyn's POV*

"I figure any time you get me hard, I'll just make sure you end up either swallowing my load or letting me show you just how attractive I find you." Andy gave me a salacious wink.

Something about the way Andy said that turned me on. I liked the way that Andy handled himself during sex, I liked the way he handled me. I would love it if he wouldn't let me get away with giving him an erection and not satisfying him afterwards. I would love it if he punished me for trying to run off and leave him after I'd gotten him revved up, I would love it if he made me please him any way he wanted.

I had been fighting the urge to touch his cock, but that put me over the edge. I wanted to feel him respond to me, I wanted to feel him grow and harden. I moved my hand to the base of his soft shaft, and managed to stroke it twice before his larger hand gently, but firmly, closed over mine.

"Gwyn... please don't be mad at me, but I think it's important. You just woke up screaming. Please tell me what you were dreaming about, or give me some clue how to help. If I need to rent a van, just for us to sleep in, I can do that, it's ok." With Andy's words, memory of the nightmare returned, and I jerked my hand back. I took a second to think before responding.

"Um, I'm really sorry. It should be fine. I wasn't wearing my CPAP, and I usually don't dream when I have my CPAP on, so it shouldn't happen again. I mean, if there will be somewhere to plug it in on the bus? It has a pretty long hose..." Andy nodded.

"Yeah, totally. But that doesn't change that you had a terrible nightmare that left you in tears, Gwyn. I mean, unless that happens regularly, I feel responsible. I want to know how to prevent it. I want to know what's eating at you about me." I sighed. Though being with Andy, I was sure, was going to prove to be full of completely weird challenges, the fears I had weren't specific to him, per se...

Andy smiled goofily. "We've only been together, like, what, I dunno..." He reached for his phone with his super-long, monkey-man arms, and checked the time, groaning. "Around seven hours or so? And already I've destroyed your ability to sleep through the night? Man, this is awesome, I'm way ahead of schedule!" I couldn't help but smile. Andy was hilarious, he said the most ridiculous shit! I saw he was looking at me expectantly, hopefully.

I was afraid to tell him what my dream had been about. Men were weird about talking about emotional stuff, especially past relationships. I had no idea how Andy would react to being told I had dreamed he was dumping me exactly like Drake had. I grimaced. I was definitely a very open person, I had always told my partners everything, I wasn't into keeping secrets. But all my relationships had always failed horrendously and incredibly painfully. And was it really necessary to reveal the full extent of my emotional baggage when we'd been together less than 24 hours? How would Andy handle it?

"Gwyn, I'm worried." I peered up at Andy, and he looked frustrated that I wasn't talking. "Fine- but no penis for you until you tell me more about what's going on."

My jaw dropped- he wouldn't! "Andy!?!"

"I'm fucking serious. If I need to cut you off from the cock in order to get you to talk to me, then so be it. It won't get any better unless you talk about it, and, come on, logic says it has to do with me, right?" I deflated a little.

"You know, you seem to know how to get to me pretty fucking well, considering how long we've known each other," I grumped and attempted a baleful glare. Of course, Andy was looking at me with an adorable, heart-melting, hopeful smile. Fucking bastard. "Ugh, stop it!"

"What?" I rolled my eyes at his innocent question and stupidly kind, attentive, concerned, adorable, weirdly-hot face. Dammit!

"Fuck, I'll talk, I'll talk! Just stop being so fucking cute and caring and shit! Plus you're naked and right next to me and I can't touch your penis?!? What the fuck, Andy?" He snuggled next to me, exuding victorious vibes, snickering a little.

"I like getting my way! Besides, it's a good idea." I glowered at him, just a little. He grinned and tugged on his/my lipring a few times, making little popping noises with his mouth.

"Hmph, fine. But then I get to touch that damned peepstee." Andy wasn't put off.

"Only if you plan on fucking me or finding some other way to finish the job, Doc." His grin got a little wicked.

I stuck my nose in the air. "Maybe I do! We'll see."

"Fine. Now, you were saying, about your nightmare, hmm?" Andy put an arm around my waist and kissed my shoulder, his hair brushing against it. I frowned, but resolved to just get it over with. I hadn't been planning on dating anyone again, ever, much less someone perceptive enough to pick up on my emotional needs. (Or for that matter, fucking Andy, for shittingdick's sake- I swear the weirdest crap happens to me!) I knew Andy was a dude, but I wondered if he spent a lot of time around women...