Warning: Adult content ahead. Do not read if you're a minor or if it's not your thing.

Ch. 4: Privacy Please

It had been a few weeks since Annie had moved in with Troy and Abed, and things were going well. Abed had been worried about the transition, but it turned out there wasn't much to fear. True, it had been his idea for her to move in with them- at their housewarming party, he had been swept up in the fun of having a group of people in his home that loved him. Seeing Annie's bright blue eyes looking at him so happily had inspired the invitation, without even consulting Troy.

Annie's eyes had always appealed to Abed. The first time he realized it, it terrified him. In their first year of college, Abed had been so confident that human emotions didn't manipulate him that when Jeff told them all to close their eyes against Annie's tears, Abed refused. What did he have to fear? Real life didn't affect him like it did the others... and yet, when he caught her gaze, his words stopped. Only Jeff referencing the Indiana Jones villain kept him from getting lost in her blue depths. For some reason, when Britta cried or was upset, he found it interesting and curious- when Shirley was sad, it was strangely vindicating. But when Annie's eyes filled with tears, it made Abed's chest tight, and he tried to do anything he could to stop it.

Since Annie moved in, there was little that Abed could refuse her. When he had seen how upset she was about the Dreamatorium, it had been his idea to take the blanket fort his and Troy's space, and give her the bedroom. He didn't really mind too much- Troy was his best friend, and forts were way cooler than bedrooms anyway. Plus, it meant he could keep the Dreamatorium.

Annie was a great roommate. She always paid her share of the rent on time, and she showed him that if you pre-make Special Drink the night before, it gets extra cold and extra good. They had a talk about throwing out his food, and she had been respecting it lately. She didn't talk through his movies, but didn't mind when he did. And although the Dreamatorium had really been meant for two, somehow it still worked when she joined him and Troy in their adventures.

However, there were some days when it really sucked having a third roommate. Mostly, in the mornings when Abed woke up with wood. He and Troy had both been only children, and never really had to deal with sharing a bedroom. Since puberty hit, Abed had rarely gone more than two days without masturbating, and he assumed it was the same for Troy. Within days of moving in together, Troy had walked in on him, and vice-versa. Abed tried talking to him about it, but Troy would get up and leave the room any time the subject was brought up. It seemed only logical to come up with some sort of schedule where they could have privacy, but Troy wouldn't let him discuss it. Abed didn't completely understand why- after all, it was something they both did. Why was it so hard to acknowledge it?

Eventually they had found an unspoken routine where one of them would be in the bedroom with the door closed, and the other knew not to come in. But ever since he gave Annie the bedroom, the Masturbation Dilemma had been restarted all over again.

So far, Abed had been making do with getting in a quick private session whenever his two roommates were absent, or just going without. Sure, it wasn't ideal, but he didn't want to have a Friends situation where they walked in on each other and everything became uncomfortable.

This particular morning, Abed was slowly waking from a lovely dream. His body was warm and relaxed under the covers, and a good happy feeling was running through his veins. As waking life came fuzzily back to him, he tried to hold onto images from the dream: large blue eyes, a pink mouth, and lots of warmth. A particularly loud snore from the bunk below him caused Abed to open his eyes; looking down, he saw one of the hardest erections he'd had in a long while. Holding in a frustrated noise, Abed decided to do something about it. It had been five days since he'd had any alone time, and the feelings from the dream were just too fresh in his mind.

Quietly lowering himself from the bunk, Abed snuck out of the blanket fort without waking Troy. The living room was silent, and Abed assumed his other roommate was still sleeping- perfect, it gave him plenty of time to use the bathroom without interruption.

Turning on the hot water, Abed pulled off his pajama set and waited for the water to become hot. He stepped into the shower and let the stream massage his back. Hard and standing straight up, his dick was still waiting for attention. Yep, it was definitely not going away on his own.

Taking himself in hand, Abed let his mind drift back to his dream. He had been lying on his back in his bed, with a soft warm girl kneeling cozily between his legs. He could almost hear a soft giggle as delicate hands stroked him, teasing and curious. Closing his eyes now, Abed tried to remember the sleepy details- a pink tongue tracing the tip of his dick, nipples brushing against his thighs- he threw his head back in pleasure. Fuck, it felt good. It had felt so wet and warm, like the water from the shower that now pelted him in a steady stream.

In his life, Abed had only been with a few women, and it had been a very long time since anyone had used their mouth on him. Yet the dream had been so vivid, and the sensation quickly returned to him. Soon his fist was pumping quickly, the image of a brunette head of hair bobbing up and down, focused on him almost zealously. Trying to remember the face of his dream girl, Abed squeezed his eyes closed even tighter, and gasped when two familiar eyes gazed back up at him, filled with lust and intensity.

Had it really been his friend Annie that he had been dreaming about? Abed paused in his ministrations for a minute, trying to figure out what to do.

On one hand, he didn't think Annie would like it if she knew he had been thinking of her in the shower... on the other hand, he didn't have to tell her. Besides, Abed knew the difference between fantasy and reality. He was sure the other men in their group all had fantasies about her at one time or another, and besides- at least he knew what it was like to kiss her, and have her look up at him with passion and longing. He had held her once, pressed tight against him, breasts straining out of her bustier. It was one of his favorite memories, acting out a classic hero scenario. Annie hadn't seemed to mind too much then, anyway.

Satisfied that he wasn't doing anything wrong, Abed returned to the task at hand. Usually when Abed ran fantasies in the Dreamatorium, he accounted for pragmatics, realistic scenarios, and made sure that everyone stayed in character. For his erotic fantasies, the storyline was usually completely made-up, as it was too complicated to get into a scenario where someone he knew would be involved.

In order to get into a situation where Annie would be in his bed, Abed would have had to come up with a realistic story line that probably would take months to develop. Instead, Abed decided to go along with his dream sequence, which didn't have to follow any rules or character traits.

For once, he let go of the plot and dialogue, and thought about what it would be like to have Annie covering his body with kisses, feeling her way down to the part of his body that wanted her most. Her long hair would tickle his stomach, and his muscles would clench in anticipation. She was such a good student, and would surely excel at lovemaking the same way she did in her classes. She'd listen to his moans and monitor his reactions, adjusting her hands and mouth to find just the right way to please him. He'd watch her lovely ass bounce as her speed increased, knowing he was close. Abed stroked himself, trying to imagine his hand was Annie's wonderful mouth.

Having gone so long without it, Abed didn't last long. His hand moved faster and faster until his dick was spasming in his grasp, and shot out a stream of cum onto the tub's floor. His ears rung with the intensity, and he rested his head against the wall. It took a few minutes for his breathing to slow down to normal, and even then he still felt as if he was in a hazy cloud.

Compared to his usual fantasies, this one had been pretty simple. There hadn't even been any costume changes or soundtracks! And yet, Abed found himself unable to let go of the image of his friend, looking up at him, his dick in her mouth, so focused on making him happy.

Abed decided to stay in the shower a bit longer than usual, trying to get his head back in order. Like he said, he knew the difference between reality and fantasy- and yet, he was having a hard time forcing himself back into the real world.

Finally stepping out of the water and toweling off, Abed reminded himself that Annie was his friend, and his time in the shower had been pure fantasy. It wasn't in Annie's nature to fall for him; she went for the heroes, like Batman or Han Solo. And it wasn't his nature to fall for her either; he was meant for someone like Robin- distant, practical, and serious.

What was it about Annie that made him forget his carefully constructed narrative? Ark of the Covenant, he reminded himself with a grin. Maybe they'd watch Indiana Jones today...

A/N: I tallied up everyone's votes! Most of you wanted to cheat the system, and get to fuck AND marry Abed- naughty! not allowed.

Anyway, the results were: Marry Abed (by a LANDSLIDE!), a tie between Jeff & Troy for Fuck, and a lot of you want to kill Pierce (poor guy, I didn't even mention him!).

Let me know what you guys want to see next. This started out as just a bit of PWP/Fluff, so I'm open to other directions. Ideas?