OH NO

First, it was already shitty to wake up after a wet dream but not once it would have warned him. It never did. And now Yasuo stood in the corridor, spotted. Really, why did he got up already ? Nothing came to his mind about it, far too shocked and flustered and this wasn't the place he should be.

Time froze. Fuck fuck fuck- Yi stood there, freshly out of the shower as his routine asked, looking at him with equal surprise. But in no way he could know. That merely minutes ago Yasuo deep into a dream, something so familiar like every day and it made him so aroused. He still felt it right now.

Move ! Go away ! Run, idiot !

He couldn't stay there doing nothing. Soon Yi would notice something was wrong with him, that he was behaving weirdly, that he was fucking stuck in that corridor with a really hot friend. A bit of understanding please.

Time ran out. He had to say something or in the worst case, just go away. For the best. Ahhhh….

In a terrible attempt at seeming casual, Yasuo spoke : « H-Hey, funny seeing you here. Sorry, gotta move, still tired. » Ridiculous indeed. With barely more confidence than a kid, he stepped back to where he came from and closed the door of the living room in haste : « Have a good day ! »

What a disaster. Sometimes Yasuo wished he wasn't able to talk, no doubt it would stop him from saying dumb things. Actually, right now what he said wasn't the issue but rather the whole situation. How could someone have such negative luck ? This was the worst timing ever.

Waking up from a damned dream about his friend, only to get up for a useless reason and kindof run into him as he got out of the shower. All too gorgeous, bare chest and still not completely dry. It would be enough under normal time to give Yasuo bad thoughts.

Because since he woke up, he had a boner. It wouldn't go away and surely not after this incident. He saw Yi, it was too late. Cannot unsee. Even with the whole shameful encounter and the risk to be found out craving. The true opposite of seeing something cursed but this wasn't what he needed at the time. What he needed was a glass of icy water, just to cool off.

Oh maybe that was why he first got up and made that awful move, to simply get some water and splash his face a little. Now he slapped himself for this. My fault.

There wasn't a single noise from the other side of the door. At the same time, Yi never was really noisy, a real cat. The one who made a fuss was Lily and now he got also the reason for such waking. A real mess.

On reflex he returned to the couch, under the blanket, half hiding under it. Maybe if he did that long enough he would wake up and it was just a bad dream after a nice dream. A nightmare. However it didn't work. He stayed there, so tense it might hurt, hyperaware of any noise in the flat. Gone, sleep. Now it was just shame and arousal, fear and fluster.

At some point he heard Lily meowing but the door muffled a bit the sound. He didn't dare to move from there, pretending to sleep but this was too obvious. Only time could save him.

A few times he had to stop himself from whatever reflex his body followed, short relief found in friction. No ! It was vicious because it wouldn't leave him at peace. It felt like his hand trailed down by itself, against his will. Another reason to stay closed like this, tense.

Time went by and that was some good news. Indeed he heard Yi in the corridor, the noise of shoes steps then a door opened and closed. The signal for his freedom was the typical sound from keys locking a door. That was it, Yi was gone. He didn't know one day he would feel glad for it but this was different. Yasuo would rather not meet him so fast. Their work day would hopefully be enough to forget everything.

Lily cried outside. Ah, yes. She was sad Yi was gone. Yasuo understood her, every day he felt the same, at the only difference he couldn't voice it like her.

Since the latter was gone, he could now do a sneaky exit. Unless he waited for a long time, he wouldn't feel exactly at peace before doing something. I have to go. Get in the shower, make it quick. Or maybe not, he wouldn't be bothered.

Quick steps in the flat, he made it to the bathroom. Lily wasn't in the corridor anymore, probably she had given up and returned to nap. Yasuo hoped to do that too, once that taken care of.

In the bathroom, he relaxed a bit more despite this whole mess. Really, how unlucky he was so far. Yasuo refused to think about the wet dream but it still haunted him, pleasant warmth in his chest. Boxers off, he got a rough reminder of the pleasure found by the stained spot. Only making his face more red than it was before.

Yeah he felt bad for still being so dumbly aroused. Dreams were good at using exactly what one craved, be it known or not. It forced him to recognize that fact. From this day he couldn't deny that he felt not only emotional attraction for his friend but also sexual desire. What a shitty morning.

For a moment he wondered if it was a good idea to already run the water, even if it wasn't really needed. It could be a bit of waste. In no way Yasuo could stay still, he chose to jerk off quickly before taking time to clean up.

Before even touching himself he knew he wouldn't last, precum leaking a little. It was unfair to feel so much and have no other option than doing this. Leaning against the cold tile, he gave up any semblance of control and stroked himself. As soon he moaned lowly, half aware that he could indeed voice it even in shy measures. No one would hear.

It was too much. Everything brought him to think about Yi, from the not so chilly temperature of the bathroom after someone's passage to the crude 'memories' of his night. How could he imagine such a thing ? He knew it, it was Yi in his dream. And they made out, and him touched him intimately. Not even thinking Yasuo repeated that same touch, firm grasp around his cock while he fought not to think about the latter.

I shouldn't… It wasn't correct. What would Yi think of it ? Surely disgust or at least disappointment. Yet it was too strong, Yasuo could just give up. Face to the tile, seeking the slight cold to calm himself. His hand went faster, while the other took support against the wall. Bent, as if under the weight of his arousal and sins.

The dream was so vivid, playing with sensations. Not so soft touch over his cock and lips against his cheek. This was what brought Yasuo to his knees, the fact that he kissed him. Was he so desperate ? Cry out, bucking into his hand. He could replay it as much as he wanted in his mind but would he ? Lips claiming his, devouring his words and pleas. His soul for a kiss.

Yasuo wanted this to be already over. It was impossible not to think about Yi, not after such vulgar dream. Instead he would make quick work of this and then forget about it. Burry it with his shame.

In last resort, he became quite harsh on himself but it worked nonetheless. Tight grasp, tightening around the head. A few more strokes then he spilled, a sob falling without chance to take it back.

It was good, no matter how sick with himself he was for that. It numbed gently his guilt, for a time. Without true support he slided down the tile and finished sitting in the shower, breath short.

Oh… Now everything came back, the best and the worst. It burned his cheeks. I'm so screwed… It had been already enough to have a crush but this was making his life so difficult. Little by little he lost hope that this would go away. It was becoming out of control.

I'm sorry, Yi. He didn't deserve any of this. With a bit of luck the latter saw nothing of his arousal and sad behavior. Yasuo doubted he would talk about it, if it was the case. Potentially this evening Yi would ask if he was alright – because he still ran away to hide after a mere encounter in the corridor – and he would reply that everything was fine.

With resolution he stood and let the water warm up a bit. It was nice to use the shower after someone else, it wouldn't take long to have the right temperature. With increasing emptiness in his chest and gnawing guilt, Yasuo stayed there under the spray. Hoping it would wash away his errors.