Finn crept up to the side of his friend's bed and took a moment to look him over. Like Finn, Aerrow was toned and muscular, although he was slightly bigger than Finn. His red, spiky hair was a dark purple in the bluish glow of the nighttime lighting on the ship, and his face was pale and ghostly, but it didn't hide his square jaw and small, pointed nose.
It also didn't hide the fact that Aerrow's hand had now slipped under the waistband of his shorts.
It didn't look like he was moving otherwise, just resting it there, but Finn detected a slight increase in his breathing and figured something in Aerrow's dream would eventually change that, so he decided to give his good friend a helping hand.
He kneeled down next to Aerrow and slid his thumb under the waistband where his hand was, and lifted it up. He couldn't quite see the prize he was hoping for because of the angle of the lighting, but he could feel the heat, and that was enough to get his own heart racing even faster. He'd often thought about doing this with Aerrow, but the opportunity hadn't really presented itself until now, so he wasn't about to back out.
While holding the waistband up with his left hand, he slowly reached underneath with his right. He lightly brushed against Aerrow's hand, still resting on his hip, but he didn't stir. He leaned forward just a bit more, and felt the silky smoothness of Aerrow's hard member under his fingertips. An electric charge went through Finn as he carefully wrapped his fingers around it, his thumb swirling through Aerrow's pubic hair (which he imagined was just as red as what was on the top of his head).
"Alright!" he thought, as he nervously licked his lips.
He held it for a moment, feeling the heat of it, as if it were about to catch fire. It was bigger than he'd expected, but the perfect fit for his hand. He took his pinky finger and gently felt for the tip, then ran his finger over it.
"Ooooooooh yeah..." Aerrow moaned again, but he didn't seem to wake up. His hips, however, started to move, slowly, up and down.
Finn knew the drill. He wrapped his hand around Aerrow's cock a little tighter, and started massaging it, gently, in rhythym with his hips. He was careful not to be too rough or go too fast, because even though he knew eventually Aerrow would wake up, he wanted this to last as long as he could.
Aerrow was moaning quite a bit now, although still softly, as if to himself. Finn took that as a good sign, so he slowly lowered the waistband he'd been holding, and moved his hand further into Aerrow's pants. Finally he reached in and cupped his balls, warm and furry.
At that, Aerrow gave a small gasp, and Finn looked over at his face. Aerrow's beautiful green eyes slowly fluttered opened, as his brain engaged and began to realize what was happening in his non-dream world.
He squinted. "Finn? What's... what are you doing?"
Finn cocked an eyebrow and grinned at his friend. "Jerking you off. You like it?" He winked.
Aerrow, still half asleep, let his eyes glaze over again. "Sure," he said, and gasped a little. "Just don't stop..." His head fell back against his pillow, and his back arched a little as Finn gave his balls a light squeeze.