Misha resisted the urge to slam the door behind him and gently closed it instead, afraid the noise would wake Gabriel up. Although he knew the man slept like a log and nothing could snatch him away from the embrace of Morpheus, even an earthquake, Misha still could not help himself. What if he, by some tragedy, managed to rouse the sleeping beauty from his slumber? It'd be disastrous! He didn't want Gabriel to see him in this pitiful state, or he might just die out of embarrassment.
With his body plastered against the door, Misha strained his ears and looked left and right, scouting the area to ensure no one was in the corridor. If his sister were to stumble upon him while a very obvious tent stretched his pants, he could already tell it wouldn't end well for him. There was no way Masha wouldn't tease him to death! That was what big sisters were for!
'Urgh, I can already feel my ears ringing just at the thought…' Misha silently whined as he bolted toward the toilet. 'I'd need to exile myself for years to let this down if she ever catches me red-handed.'
The way was clear for now, but Misha knew it wouldn't last long. His sister had a strict routine, and she woke up stupidly early every day to go to the gym before work. He voluntarily omitted that he wasn't any better and often accompanied her to the gym during the weekend, as he couldn't during the week. Exercising until he felt like puking his guts out helped relieve some of his pent-up frustration. Who said being a teenager was easy? The surge of hormones assaulting his body every day was about to drive him crazy. It was honestly getting ridiculous! He wanted that thing below to lay low, not get up every freaking morning and poke Gabriel's butt whenever they shared a bed!
Fucking hell, what was he? A pervert?!
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Sitting on the toilet, Misha buried his head in his hands. Now that what he had to do was done and his mind cleared up a bit, he felt like digging a hole and burying himself six feet under. He didn't have to deal with this little problem in his past life. Heck, he even often mocked his friends for having difficulty keeping it down! At the time, Misha could not understand how a slight touch or a wandering thought could trigger this part of the body at any time of the day. Why would it stand up without rhythm or reason just because it could? What bullcrap!
But now, Misha knew better.
Wasn't there a poor lad whose lower half once decided to act up in the middle of the class in his past life? When he was caught, his face was bright red, and he seemed about to cry out of embarassement. Now, Misha feared it'd happen to him, too, in the not-so-far future.
'I almost miss being beaten up to a pulp and having my stomach constantly twisted into knots,' Misha laughed at himself, aware his familial situation at the time was probably the reason why his puberty wasn't as tough to handle in his past life. His body didn't have the leisure to grow like any typical teenager, and his mind wasn't there. He died as a virgin, for crying out loud! He was so uncomfortable with people touching him that he just gave up on the idea of entertaining any hope of getting someone into his bed. He just couldn't.
This time around, however, things were different. If Misha was honest with himself, he craved Gabriel's touch. When they slept together, he could not help but snuggle to the man, more often than not cupping his body from behind. Misha loved to lean his head against the nap of his neck, letting Gabriel's calming scent envelop him, and wrap his arms around his waist. Cuddling with the man had become his favorite moment of the day, something he never thought could be.
"I think I'm addicted to his warmth now."
Misha's voice was small, but it still echoed inside the bathroom as if to mock him. It drew a self-loathing chuckle out of his mouth. What was he truly addicted to? The snuggling or the wet dreams? It was hard to say.
In these dreams, Misha could finally touch Gabriel however he wanted without caring about ethics or morals whatsoever. His body wasn't that of a teenager there, and he was back to being an adult in his mid-twenties, just like in the wet dream he just woke up from. It was so difficult to chase it off his mind, and the instant he closed his eyes, bits of the dream flashed behind his eyelids.
Moments ago, Misha dreamt of his weekend at the Laflamme Villa, or more precisely, of when he and Gabriel visited the lake after nightfall. However, unlike in reality, he wasn't an adult trapped in the body of a teenager. No, Misha was back to being a grown-up man, so there was no need to settle for only a smooch on the cheek. He thus went for a deep kiss, and that was when things differed from what happened in reality, heading in another direction altogether, for a kiss wasn't enough to satisfy him. He needed more, so much more.
And as such, the kiss was long and lasted until neither could breathe anymore. Only then did Misha give Gabriel a breather. Instead of devouring his mouth, he nibbled on his bottom lip, pulling and licking. His hands let go of his head and traveled down to cup his buttocks, pushing his lower half against his. Waves traveled over the water surface of the lake at the sudden movement, and the moonlight seemed to dance along as Misha moved his hips upward, pressing his member against Gabriel's.
"Can't we take it a step further…?"
Misha could barely recognize his own voice, which had grown hoarse and needy. There was no mistaking the begging tone, for that was what he was doing. Lust veiled his eyes as Misha stared intensively at Gabriel, desire flushing the tips of his ears red. He yearned for so much more, but only if Gabriel also wanted it. If not, he'd wait. He was used to wait, anyway.
"And why couldn't we take it a step further?"
"Huh?"
At Misha's dumbfounded reaction, Gabriel let out an amused chuckle as he passed his arms around his neck. Just as Misha did earlier, he pushed his hips upward, grinding his members against his.
"Didn't I tell you earlier that I'm yours?" he teased, his voice deep as he brushed his lips against his. "Take me already."
As Misha remembered this part of his dream, his cheeks flushed bright red. Gabriel wasn't the kind to speak cheezy lines like this, so did it mean he was the one who wanted to hear him say that? His wet dreams could be seen as his fantasies and hidden desires, after all, just like what had followed these cheezy words and everything else they did in this dream. Of course, since he was a virgin, the 'sensations' he dreamt of reflected what he imagined they'd feel like. And Misha couldn't help but wonder if making love would feel just as amazing as it seemed in his dreams.
His mind wandered down the gutter as his wet dream from last night lingered, and as it did, his lower half tingled with an oh-so-familiar feeling.
"…Fuck, not again!"