80's Oneshots Galore

19 - Bill S. Preston. Esquire - Drabble - Wet dream

A/N - in which Bill has a wet dream. Trying my hand at writing shorter drabbles... ❤❤❤

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Bill was so utterly confused yet bummed out almost instantly upon waking up so heinously in the morning. Here I go again playing until his hand lazily slapped the snooze button. The dream had been one he had yet to have for a while and one that left him wanting. Boxers stained with white thick cream, a momentary embarrassment for himself until his cheeks heat up and lazy eyes recalled such a pretty sight.

Y/N had been there and so was he. That one time in class he noticed her bra strap was showing and the way her hair strands sat appreciatively on her shoulders.

Bill had courage in his dreams and the day went differently. Leaning back with his hands resting behind his head. It had been one most pleasant experience, in the dream he was a y/n’s boyfriend. Kissing, he subconsciously rubbed his lips together as he recalled it touch for awesome touch and then he blew a puff of air out as he pieced together snippets of what you looked like in your underwear.

It was fleeting yet still left him dazed.

Bill knew he should have been embarrassed for doing so. Y/N was a babe but a smart, kind and awesome babe. Bill couldn’t help but develop a major crush let alone have these dreams.

Eyes flickered shut and he was all the more aware of the wet patch he would need to clean and change.

It had just gotten to the good stuff too when his bogus alarm went off, spectacularly ruining such a nice nap yet left him with an aftermath he would not be able to stop thinking about all day.

Bill could only dream...

He groaned, “If only.” Before casting a look at the dreaded numbers displayed.

“Stupid alarm clock.”

It was time for school and Ted would no doubt ask him again if he was going to go for it.