Superboy P.O.V

Slowly moving hands caress me, running firm, flat hands over me, making me shiver. They run from my shoulders to my hips, thumbs nearing that ever so sensitive spot before moving down the inside of my thighs. I can feel my heart rate quicken, my body arching to the touch as it runs a gentle finger around the tender skin of my neck, the other one moving down to my nipple.

My eyes are blindfolded.

I can't see who's doing this, but I can now feel there soft lips kissing my cheek and moving to my mouth. It feels so good, as our tongues start to battle in our mouths, the soft kiss turning into something passionate and heavy.

I can already tell the person doing this is male, not just from the size of there hands but also the way he's breathing. Not to mention I can feel his erecting rubbing against the side of my leg as he moves over me.

But my mind is moving away from that as he starts kissing his way down my chest and stomach, I know I'm at least semi-hard now and I'm moaning as a hand moves down to my hips, getting closer and closer-

And I'm awake.

I hate dreams like that.

I know that every time I have that dream, it's the same guy.

And I can still feel those large hands on me, even as I know I'm awake but don't want to open my eyes. Not to mention there is something digging into my left buttock. Opening my eyes slowly can see I'm still in my room. But I'm not alone.

Eyes widening, I lift my head slightly and looked over my shoulder at the sleeping face of Robin. My first though was "cute" and he really was a sight for sore eyes when he's asleep, because he spends all his time stressed, and asleep he's so innocent. No wonder I keep dreaming about this guy. Second thought was, "I wonder if that's just morning wood?"

Shit.

Just what I need! An erotic dream, one of my best friends waking up with morning wood as he's wrapped around me; I still don't feel on top of the world after yesterday and waking up like this will not help the situation. His arm is round my waist, our legs are tangled together, and I'm surprised at how close he's managed to press himself into my back. Especially when we fell asleep with me wrapped round him.

Slipping my hand over his, I find that I can lift it a little bit without waking him if I try really hard to be gentle and not move him too fast too quickly. Holding my breath I manage to lift the whole arm off of my waist and I'm about to put it down on his waist when he stirs. I can tell he's waking up by his breathing, hurrying I put his arm down but carry on looking at him over my shoulder.

His expressions as he first wakes up and opens his eyes, he seems happy then it slowly turns to shock. There have been times when the team has been stuck somewhere and we've huddled together as we slept, then even when we comforted each other we never fell asleep together.

His eyes are widening as he takes in the situation. "Did… What happened yesterday?" He asks as he moves himself away from my back and rolls on to his front, hiding the obvious erection. I grinning I sit up and hugging my knees, hiding the slight bulge I know I've got; it's a mans curse, especially when you fall asleep with a cute guy next to you, and for those who don't know, I'm an equal opportunities dater, meaning that I like guys just as much as girls.

But as he asks I can feel myself blushing, "I was a bit upset yesterday after working with the league on the aftermath of the tsunami." I look down at my hands as I speak and the memories start to come back to life: the sights of floating bodies and rubbish, the screams mixed in with the sound of buildings crashing under the pressure.

Sighing deeply I can feel his hand on my arm and I look over at him, smiling.

"How do you feel today?" He asks, sitting up carefully and hugging only one knee, the other leg stretched out in front of him. I smirk and shake my head as I notice we didn't even take our boots off.

"I'm feeling better than when I first came in. Thank you Rob." I slip an arm round his shoulders and pull him against me gently. He doesn't refuse me, and leans against me, sighing.

"Well I'm not going to just leave you on your own when you come in looking like your world just ended. What type of friend would I be?" I can't see his face but he sounds almost embarrassed, I don't know why really, but it must be because he doesn't get thanked very often.

Smiling down at him, I lean down and kiss his lips before I even realize what I'm doing. I stop suddenly as he freezes, pulling away and moving back slightly, I look at his face hoping that he wasn't offended by it or something. But the look on his face is one that I've never seen before, not to mention he's starting to blush, then the expression changes to something I've never seen before as he lifts up his hand to his lips.

Not wanting to hang around for a shouting at, I fly from the bed backwards.

"LookRob,Isorry!Pleaseforgiveme!" I hurry out of the room flying through the living room, not even stopping at the kitchen for food.

Flying out the door, I decided to take the long way round to the long way round to Asia, taking time to stop on a tiny un-occupied island and banged my head against a rock for a couple of minuets before leaning against the rock and trying not to cry.

I hate crying. I hate seeming weak.

But I hate making mistakes as obvious as that.

I've cared for him for a while now, but does this mean I care more?

good? bad?