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A Sticky situation

Stan stirred as the morning sun shone through the blinds onto his face. He opened his eyes and instantly shut them tight again. He held his hand up to shield his eyes from the sunlight that dazzled him as he woke.

Once his eyes had adjusted, he looked down and found Kyle still in exactly the same position on Stan's chest he'd fell asleep in. Stan smiled warmly and ran his fingers gently through Kyle's Alban locks.

He tried to move without disturbing Kyle but as he shifted, he noticed something didn't feel right under the sheets. He gently lifted the sheets and froze when he saw everything under there.

Kyle's stomach was covered in cum, as was the end of Stan's cock. He realised instantly what had happened. He was so embarrassed, he'd not had a wet dream since he was 13 and learnt that jacking off regularly pretty much puts a stop to it. But now he'd had one, all over Kyle.

Stan quickly but gently lifted Kyle off of him and lay him there on his back. At least it wouldn't make a mess of the bed sheets if it all remained on Kyle. He could probably mop it all off Kyle's stomach while he slept without Kyle noticing, but not change the bed sheets. Then he would have some explaining to do.

He slipped out of bed and silently darted out of the room and down the other end of the landing to get some tissue from the bathroom. He pulled a fair amount off the roll, and then went back into his bedroom, moving quickly and silently over to Kyle's side.

He pulled the duvet back, exposing Kyle's stomach, covered in Stan's sticky-smooth seed and started gently wiping it off.

"Why is it, you can get this stuff off yourself easily, get it all over something that isn't your own body and it's impossible to get up" Stan whispered to himself as he was having difficulties cleaning his sperm off of Kyle's body.

Kyle woke up slowly to the gentle rubbing and patting sensation on his stomach. He slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the brightness in the room and looked sown at Stan who was rubbing a piece of tissue all over his stomach and cursing under his breath. "Morning" Kyle said in a slightly horse voice as he gave Stan a sleepy smile.

Stan's heart stopped, as did his hand with the tissue in it. "Kyle!" He exclaimed

"What!" Kyle looked alarmed and finally began to take in the details of the situation around him "erm, Stan? What are you doing?"

"I can explain" Stan's mind was racing "or I think I can"

"What happed?" Kyle Stared down at the mess that covered his stomach

Stan looked away, feeling more embarrassed than he ever thought possible. "I had a wet dream" he said quietly

Kyle looked confused for a few seconds, then an understanding smile crossed his face. "Here" he grabbed some of the tissue in Stan's hand and cleaned himself off quickly "It's not like you're the only one out of us that has had a wet dream, you know. You've nothing to be embarrassed about."

Stan turned back to face Kyle, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

"come back to bed" Kyle shifted over and lifted the duvet for Stan "We'll go to fat boys later and see what he wants to be a fat arsehole about. Right now-" Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan as Stan climbed back into bed next to him "-I just wanna spend my time with you"

Stan smiled and cuddled Kyle. Just laying there, wrapped up warmly by his boyfriends arms.