"A-ah...Dave.." you murmur out, shifting your legs between the covers. You do again thrusting your hips forward, bringing the sheets to move forward with you. You push forward against once more, yearning his touch and his soft hands brushing up your inner-thigh to your sweet spot. You have no control over the things your doing, but your lusting for him and have no intentions of stopping. With the last thrust letting it all out into your newly washed sheets, you drift back into other dreams, besides it's just a crush. You repeat those words in your mind for a while. You know what you just did, and try to ignore it. It's just a crush.
You wake up the next day and remember the dream you had about Dave. The words he said to you still make you flush, and you want the fantasies to come true, you really do, but you know they won't. He won't have that deep voice you once heard while he talks to you, of course, the one you desire. He won't pin you down on your bed without his shades, and touch you and tease you like he did in that dream. Your spine shivers and you know how embarrassing it is to have dreams like that about your best bro. But, you dismiss it seeing as the white matches your sheets and maybe you'll just leave it that way. No that's dumb. You correct yourself and pull the sheets off of your bed and go down to the laundry room to wash them.
"Son, were you alright last night?" Your father startles you by talking. You jump and nod, still back turned at him.
"Are you sure? You were...I would say 'groaning' but I'm not sure if I'm using the right vocabulary." You nod again, your face is as red as a tomato.
"Son?" He turns you over by your shoulder and you clamp your eyes shut as the blush gets hotter and reddens.
"No dad I wasn't doing anything last night okay!" You pull back your shoulder to get his hand off of you, "I had a nightmare, okay?" You lie.
You've lied a lot to your dad about the dreams you've had. He's asked you everything "You can always sleep with me" to "Was it one of /those/ dreams, son?" and each time you lie. You've made a nightmare up so that he'll believe your lies. The nightmare is as simple as it is easy to remember. You're walking in the woods and you somehow get taken. You know he might doubt you, so you stick with this and don't even forget it once.
"Was it the same one you've had for a week?" Your father asks you, and you hear a bit of worry in his voice.
"Uh..yeah it was dad, okay? I don't know why but it always makes me a little...worried the day after." You lie again, you know this dream never happened and never will.
"Yes, I would think so. Ah-what are you washing?" He looks at you and you ignore the question, motioning for him to walk away and do something else.
After your father exits the room you almost collapse. If he ever checked on you during the night, you think you would almost die. You can't tell him it's one of /those/ dreams even if it is. It always is, and it's always about Dave. It's just a crush, you play those words in your mind, maybe you'll tell Dave today.