I never knew what I actually deserved in life. It certainly wasn't 20 million fans, and it certainly wasn't Mark Fischbach.

"Sean, we need to go, we have to be in LA by 7pm." My tour manager instructed me with an exasperated look on his face. I nodded and sighed, pulling my phone out of my pocket, and checking it over.

4:32pm

August 20th, 2018

Text messages:

Robin

Mark

Signe

Signe

Mark

Both the names made my heart sink. At the beginning of August, I decided to take a break from life in general; at least that's what I told my subscribers and friends.

Signe and I were not on good terms as of late, and we decided to take a break. She flew back to Denmark to stay with her family, and hasn't said a word to me.

"Signe it's not that simple; you know what it's like!" I yelled running my hand through my hair and staring at the floor. She had tears in her eyes still. She sniffed and wiped her face. "No, it is simple. Sean I've felt like this our entire relationship! I want other things...things you don't."

I looked up at her, her face was torn. "Signe...I'm not ready for that. For fucks sake I don't even have time for a dog right now!" My voice was rising.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I'm not putting things I want on hold because you don't want them." I threw my hands up in anger and walked into the other room. "THAN GO!" I yelled before slamming the door.

I thought back to the memories and it made me shudder. I stared back at my phone, and unlocked it.

I opened Signe's message first.

I'm getting the last of my things. Just thought you should know.

I sighed again. She was doing this on purpose.

So that's it then.

I stated. Not questioned.

I snapped out of my daze by the honk of the tour bus. I groaned and walked toward it, and climbed on. I walked straight to the bedroom; that last show killed me.

I tossed my backpack on the floor next to the bed, and flopped onto it. My hair floofed into my face and I brushed it away. I pulled my phone out again.

I opened Mark's message.

Hey man! Maybe after the show you'll want to hang, maybe get a drink?

I smiled at the thought of hanging out with Mark again.

Of course! It'll be great to hangout again!

My thumb hovered over the heart emoji. I furrowed my brow. Maybe it's habit from Signe...

I clicked my phone and tossed it across the bed. I was becoming lonely on this tour. Not to mention it's been weeks since I've gotten laid. It never usually comes down to that for me; sex wasn't anything super important to me like my other male friends.

The thought of sex in general made my pant tighten. The bus started to move, and I watched the background from the window disappear. I stood up and walked to the door, quietly closing it and locking it.

I unbuttoned my pants, and slid them off. My blue boxer briefs showed a very obvious bulge. I just rubbed my face with my hands and pulled back the covers, sliding into bed hoping to catch any sleep I could get.

Mark stared at me with such deep lust from across the table. I felt the blood rush from my head straight to my pants. Mark bit his soft pink lip and looked me up and down.

I couldn't help it; I stood from the table and took his face in my hands. His lips were just as soft as they looked; sweet and making my cock twitch imagining them around it.

"Do you want me Sean?" He asked; his deep voice luring me in.

"Yes," I moaned

Suddenly I could feel my pants getting wet; slowly transitioning from my dream orgasm. I groaned loudly and was welcomed by a hot light in my face. I grabbed the pillow next to me and shoved it onto my face. I could just scream right now.

I groaned again before sitting up, reaching over, and shutting the curtain. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times; trying to bring myself back to reality.

What in the fuck was that dream? I've also never had an orgasm in my sleep before...

I pulled back the covers to find my boxers soaked. It's been that long. I sighed and closed my eyes again. "What is happening to me?" I mumbled.

"We have 2 hours Sean!" My manager called.

I got up finally after a few minutes, and opened the drawer of the built-in closet. I grabbed the green pair of boxers, slid mine off, wiped myself up with them, and slid the new ones on. I threw the used boxers into the small hamper in the corner.

I opened the closet and looked for an outfit, trying not to think about the dream I just had about Mark pleasuring me.