Eric's P.O.V.

A blurry array of light starts to invade my eyes, and I open them. It's morning, and the light coming from the window gives me a slight ounce of pain as I squint at the clock. It says 9:24 am, and I yawn. As I look over to my right, I see Kyle sleeping next me. His hat is falling off, and red, curly locks are falling onto his face. "He even wears his hat to sleep… He really must hate his hair."

I watch his breathing as he dreams peacefully next to me, and there's a slight pink glow layered onto his cheeks. "He looks so beautiful."

Then I start to feel something wet on my stomach. I lift up the cover of my sleeping bag, and the memories of my dream last night come flooding back to me. "Fuck!"

I feel my face turn red, and I put my hand over my mouth. I shrink as far under the covers of my sleeping bag as I can, and look back over at Kyle. Good thing he's a heavy sleeper, otherwise, he would have just woken up from that stupid comment I made. I mentally slap myself.

Now, I start to think about the possibilities of what could have happened last night. "What if he saw me?! He's even sleeping in my direction! I could have muttered out his name in my sleep, and woke him up!"

The dream I was having included Kyle and I. We were sitting down on my bed, talking, and then all of a sudden, Kyle pushed me down, and got on top of me. The rest of my dream consisted of Kyle sucking me off, and some rather enjoyable sex afterwards. I feel my cheeks grow hot. "He was really good too…"

I also remember waking up in a bit of a groggy state afterwards, and there was pair of bright, green eyes staring at me. "Fuck…" I feel my heart beating faster in my chest, "I'm pretty sure I didn't actually see that, and I was just tired, but it seemed like those eyes were blissful…"

I glance back over at Kyle. "Yeah, I was definitely dreaming that."

I focus my mind back to the wet stain on my pyjamas. "Now how the fuck am I supposed to get rid of that?"

I slowly start to unzip my sleeping bag, and maneuver my way out of it with the least amount of noise I can manage. I walk over to my dresser, and pull out a blue t-shirt, some khaki pants, and navy blue boxers boxers. Quickly, I walk over to my door, and glance back over at Kyle, who's still sleeping. "Really, thank God he's a heavy sleeper."

I rush over to the bathroom near my room, and quickly change into my clothes, placing my pyjamas in the clothes bin. I look in the mirror, and fix up my hair a bit. It still looks kind of messy, no matter what I do with it.

"Jesus," I think about the dream I had again, "That's the seventh one I've had this month. Of all the times for me to have one, it happens while I'm sleeping right next him." I sigh, and look at my flushed face, and chubby cheeks. "Like hell he'd ever consider liking me back. All I've been is an asshole to him, and my looks definitely don't do me any good."

"I'll just have to settle for something one side-"

I loud bump is heard coming from my room. "Kyle must be awake."

I walk out of the bathroom, and peek into my room from the hallway. Kyle's holding his foot next to my bed, and saying "fuck" over and over again. He's also noticeably shirtless.

I walk into view at the doorway. "Hey, Kyle."

Kyle turns around, noticeably flustered, and stands up. "Oh, h-hey Eric. I didn't know you were there."

His cheeks are flushed pink, along with the tips of his shoulders and collarbone. "Shit, he's fucking adorable."

"That's okay, I didn't mean to scare you. By the way, why are you shirtless?"

His pink flush turns to a bright shade of red, and he says, "Oh, erm, it was kind of, um, warm in here, and I felt like taking it off. Haha!"

He's strangely nervous. "Wait, what if he actually did notice I was having a wet dream? Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I look at him as he awkwardly waits for my reply. "Oh, hah, that's fine," I pause for a second, "Did you get a good amount of sleep?"

"Um, yeah, I did. Did you?" He seems slightly less nervous now.

"Yeah, I slept pretty well. What'd you dream about?"

"Hmm…" He pauses, "I actually don't remember. What'd you dream about?" His face turns up into a slight smirk, the reason for which I don't know why.

"Oh, uh, I don't really remember my dream either." I feel my cheeks blush a little. "Do you want me to leave you alone so you can get dressed?"

He nods, "That's fine, you don't have to let me get dressed in your room. I'll just pick up my shirt, and go downstairs." Kyle picks up his shirt, walks to the door, and leaves the room.

I walk over to my bed, and sit down, sighing. "I really hope he doesn't know about what happened last night."