Chapter 3 – Sweet Dreams
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"Here," Lonnie said, her hands shifting to curl around Evie's. "Why don't we start with something easy?"
She guided Evie's hands towards Jane's chest which was terrifying in itself, but then they actually made contact, Lonnie coaxing her to squeeze and really feel out Jane's breasts while the Light Fae blushed up a storm.
"Jane has very sensitive nipples," Lonnie whispered into Evie's ears. "Don't ask me how I know."
"Lonnie," Jane whined, but she didn't move away, flush darkening as she trembled under Evie's attention.
"Jane," Lonnie countered evenly, and then she reached up and deftly undid the neck strap of Jane's top, letting it fall down and leave her gloriously exposed once more. "Like this."
And then Lonnie taught Evie how to tease Jane's nipples, the Light Fae whimpering and biting at her full bottom lip as those pretty pink nubs pebbled into firm peaks.
"This is going to get her so wet," Lonnie hummed. "You think you've got this covered?"
"Yeah," Evie said distractedly, her gaze torn between Jane's wrecked expression and the generous swells of her chest. That heat she had tried to deny before was building between her legs again, leaving her warm and twitching in a dangerous way.
She felt Lonnie's hands shift back to her waist before petting down the outside of her thighs, smoothing the skirt of her dress down before they hooked under it, making Evie's breath catch until Lonnie was actually brushing against warm skin. She didn't ruck Evie's skirt up but didn't let it deter her either, Lonnie bending low so she could caress Evie's inner thighs before her hand inevitably drew higher.
"Lonnie," Evie gasped, her finger accidentally tweaking Jane's nipple at the first brush of contact against her wet folds.
"Play nice, Evie," Lonnie hummed, sounding just as mischievous as Jay on a good day. "You can't be too rough. Now, kiss and make it better."
Evie felt her cheeks flood with a terrible heat at the thought of her mouth against Jane's chest, but once given the order she couldn't deny it. She checked in with Jane and got a hopeful nod that had her leaning forward, pressing back into Lonnie's eager hands while she kissed that pert nub… and maybe then she licked it, feeling emboldened by the contact until she wrapped her lips around it, teasing it with her tongue before giving a firm suck.
"Evie!" Jane croaked, shuddering into her contact, Evie teasing her other breast with her free hand. "Evie, Evie."
"You're doing great," Chad offered, his voice warm, supportive, and when Evie risked a glance at him the prince seemed pleasantly flushed, Chad offering her a supportive thumbs up that Evie immediately lost track of when Lonnie started teasing her in earnest.
"Just like that," Lonnie hummed, her fingers moving more intentionally against Evie's groin, one teasing her clit while the other played with the gushing warmth of her womanhood. "She can come from that alone."
Evie was pretty sure that was right, but just to be certain she switched to Jane's other breast and let her free hand drop to stroke between the Light Fae's legs, thrilled to feel a distinct wetness permeating her swimsuit.
"Oh," Jane croaked, her hands curling into Evie's hair in a loose hold that urged her close. "Please-"
"She's got you," Lonnie soothed, letting her hands tease along the wetness that generously spread to Evie's inner thighs before she tucked higher and-
"Lonnie," Evie gasped against Jane's chest, using everything she had to keep the Light Fae happy while her mind slightly broke at the feel of Lonnie working a finger into her tight heat.
"Red?" Lonnie asked. "Yellow?"
"Green," Evie moaned, and she'd feel embarrassed later but right now she just felt hot.
"Awesome," Lonnie chirped, and then she went back to work, teasing that finger deeper into Evie in slight shifts, thumbing her clit until she thought she might be ready to burst.
It was enough to make her double her efforts on Jane, teasing and licking and sucking and squishing, reveling in that pretty, full chest. Evie had no idea why Jane didn't think she was lovely; she was obviously just as much a knockout as any of the other students at Auradon Prep.
"She's so wet for you, Jane," Lonnie cooed, making Evie shudder. "She's gushing so much for you."
"Jane is too," Chad hummed. "Maybe you should see for yourself, Evie."
"Please," Jane croaked, and that was enough encouragement for Evie, who gladly eased a hand into Jane's swim bottoms, and that should be terrifying, to feel another girl's groin for the first time, but Evie just felt invigorated because Jane was so wet and so warm and she trusted Evie to make her feel good, to touch her most private place. She kept twitching and shuddering around Evie's fingers and she wanted to go deeper. She settled for toying with Jane's clit instead, which earned an intense mewl from the Light Fae, something she latched onto when Lonnie began to finger her in earnest-
"Lonnie!" Evie croaked, entirely blindsided by her release. "Lonnie, Lonnie-"
"I've got you," Lonnie soothed, pressing kisses against the side of Evie's neck while she continued to guide the seamstress through her release.
In a fit of desperation, Evie sucked down hard on Jane's nipple and tweaked her clit, which was enough to leave her falling apart in a wet gush that smeared down her inner thighs, the Light Fae twitching so prettily against Evie's hand while she tried to mimic everything Lonnie was doing. She wasn't sure she succeeded, but Jane seemed more or less satisfied when they were done, both of them gasping for breath while Evie tried to recover from what exactly had just happened.
"That's was amazing, guys," Chad urged, the blond taking a gentle hold of his fairy godperson and guiding her over to one of the sun loungers on the far side of the room strategically angled in a sunbeam.
He and Lonnie curled Evie and Jane together up on one of them, something that left Evie breathless at the easy way Jane leaned into her, still very much topless, her groin tellingly wet.
"Now," Chad continued, watching Lonnie splay out on the sun lounger next to theirs. "Do you want to watch me pleasure Lonnie, or shall we demonstrate that new cleaning function we accidentally stumbled upon?"
"Is that code for something?" Lonnie asked, one brow raised in amusement while Chad perched on the foot of Evie and Jane's lounger.
"Sort of," Chad said before calling the autocleaner back in.
Long story short, it was a lot more fun to watch someone else be pleasured by the wayward autocleaner, Chad deftly undoing the hip ties to Lonnie's bottoms and exposing her clean shaven groin, which was very flushed and wet and pretty, and Evie took comfort in the fact that Jane was totally staring too before the cleaner came back in and started pleasuring Lonnie with its soft bristles.
"Chad, you fucker," Lonnie hissed when it urged her legs wide, spraying her down multiple times to try and clean every part of her. "These brushes better be clean."
"You know they are," Chad hummed. "Just say red if you need it."
"You know I don't," Lonnie moaned, eager to rock her hips into the machine's attentions, which only got more intense when the autocleaner switched out attachments and seemed to start fucking her with one of its brushes.
It was an amazing sight, though they quickly discovered a flaw in the plan because it made Jane and Evie excited again, thus calling out another set of autocleaners to see what the fuss was about. In the end, it was a lot less embarrassing to be pleased by a set of cleaning brushes when Jane was getting teased right along with her, pressed close against Evie's front and groaning when her swimsuit bottoms were deftly stolen.
"I don't mean to sound like a pervert," Chad began when a scan picked up Evie's saliva on Jane's nipples and just had to clean it up, starting the cycle all over again. "But this is a very pretty scene."
"Glad you like it, champ," Lonnie gasped before she fell apart, likely for what would be the first of many times.
In truth, Evie was looking forward to seeing many more.
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"So," Chad spoke up later when they all had a chance to get clean, Jane shyly enchanting Evie's panties back to a respectably dry state before Lonnie eased them on with an unapologetic wink. "That was fun. Did you guys have fun? I had fun."
"That was great," Lonnie said, grinning as she brushed out her hair, looking perfectly composed in her usual Imperial City wear, like nothing had ever happened. "Thanks for letting us play with you, Evie. That was awesome."
"Yeah," Jane agreed tentatively, her voice soft and disposition bashful as she finished sliding her headband into place, the lot of them in the guest bedroom the others had used to store their things. "Thank you."
"I think I should be saying that to you," Evie said, wondering when she'd lost her total ability to be unstoppably charming and composed. "Especially you, Chad. This was our date-"
"And it was a good one," Chad insisted with a bright grin. "Except for the part where the autocleaner attacked you. That was sort of horrifying, but it led to some pretty good things in my opinion."
"And hey, we can always do it again sometime, if you don't mind," Lonnie added with a chirp, making a pretty flush spill across the bridge of Jane's nose. "Secret friends-with-benefits is always fine with me."
"I'm okay with that," Chad said, and if Evie's world hadn't already been rocked that day, that statement would have done it.
She tried not to startle too much, but likely didn't succeed. "Really?" she asked, and she shouldn't question him, she knew that, but it all seemed like too much.
"Of course," Chad said, giving her a soft smile. "It makes you happy, right? And it's not like I don't get something from it."
"But I haven't done anything with you yet," Evie pointed out, her fingers twitching with the desire to nervously curl into the fabric of her skirt, something that had long-since been beaten out of her by her mother.
They'd kissed a few times, held hands, but going for anything more had always made Evie tense. Her mother's teaching had varied in regards to physical intimacy based on the day. Either she was absolutely against it, wanting Evie to stay as pure as possible to be a proper princess, or urging Evie to explore those options and do whatever it took to secure her marriage with a prince. For the majority of their interactions, her mother had swayed towards the first opinion which was why Evie was a virgin, why she was nervous when she considered doing more with Chad when he was so perfectly nice and sweet.
"Hey, don't sweat it," Chad soothed. "I'm guessing you have chastity training, right? A lot of young royals do, so they feel more comfortable experimenting with their own team, so to speak." He winked at her. "I don't mind, and I'll be honest, as your boyfriend, you don't really owe me anything, and if you did, letting me watch you guys is more than enough."
"It's like, every guy's fantasy to watch three pretty ladies get it on," Lonnie added with a smirk. "At least, the guys who have a healthy appreciation for the female form."
"So again, it's all good," Chad said. "But to make us all feel more secure, why don't we start laying down some ground rules?"
"That sounds good," Lonnie said, and then they all gathered around and did just that, which spoke to Evie's inner strategist in such a strong way that she was honestly baffled by it.
Ultimately, they decided to keep things a secret.
"Not because we're ashamed," Lonnie said. "But it vastly simplifies matters, and it's no one else's business what we do behind closed doors anyway, so long as we all communicate and are on the same page."
"Okay," Evie said, feeling lightheaded by all the careful consideration they were offered.
They blocked out parts of their schedules where they could all get together; they solidified cover stories. They hashed out locations and safe words and what they would like to attempt to do and how much they would like to be involved. It was a lot, but it was also sort of amazing to casually discuss potential acts of intimacy with other girls while no one was present was awful or judgmental. They were all supportive of Evie's desire to experiment, to appreciate the female form, and encouraged doing it in a healthy and safe environment with friends.
Which also confirmed that Evie was friends with them, and that maybe she had the best boyfriend in the world.
"You can experiment with guys too, if you want," Evie offered Chad during a lull in the conversation. "Fair is fair."
There was a beat, and then a pleased flush dusted Chad's cheeks. "Thanks," he said, ducking his head while Lonnie giggled. "I'll um- let you know if something comes up."
Maybe Evie would get to watch him too, and that seemed like a tantalizing image, one she didn't know what to do with which was fair, because she was immediately distracted with Lonnie's suggestion to celebrate the finalization of their rules by making out.
"Your insatiable," Jane muttered, but then Lonnie was nudging her against Chad's side, the prince wrapping an easy arm around her shoulders while Lonnie moved toward Evie with a look of deliberate hunger, and when she cupped the princess' face between her hands Evie wasn't ready, but she had a feeling no one was really ready for Lonnie.
She was a force of nature unto herself, not unlike Mal, and while Evie tried not to ruminate on that similarity, she could admit that it stayed with her.
And maybe that wasn't a bad thing.
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Jay woke up feeling disoriented, shaking off the dredges of incoherency that seemed to cling to him like a stubborn fog. It felt like everything was on a three second delay, which was why he didn't immediately register the shift in his surroundings until he was rolling onto his side. The beds in Auradon were miles above anything Jay had experienced on the Isle, though considering the fact he normally slept on a pile of rugs, just about anything would have been a step up. That said, the beds in the dorms easily felt like majesty incarnate considering how soft they were, which had been more than enough for Jay.
Somehow, the bed he was lying on was even more comfortable than that, large and expansive and seeming like clouds had been used to fill the mattress because Jay fit against it so easily. The sheets seemed to be a step up too, the high-quality fabric upgraded to silk, huge volumes of it cradling Jay, covering him, cushioning his head. There was silk everywhere and it felt so damn good against his bare skin, which he knew because apparently he was naked.
Jay paused, his heart falling when he realized he was very much bare, his most vulnerable areas happy to brush against expensive silk – his butt, his groin, there was no protection, and that was enough to send him into panic mode. Fortunately he had enough training to keep himself still as he tried to determine his next course of action, which led to him oh-so slowly open his eyes, keeping the rest of his body still as he took in his surroundings.
He almost had a heart attack when he saw Ben – completely dressed and wearing a small smile – immediately next to the bed. He was sitting in a chair, leaning forward with his elbows braced against his knees, watching Jay like he was the most entertaining thing in the world.
"Hey," Ben greeted once he realized Jay was awake. He sat back in an easy movement, his grin widening. "You sleep okay?"
Jay knew the deal – Ben was the guy they had to keep happy because he was the one that had invited them over, so indulging in small talk, however stupid, was in his best interest.
Except instead of replying to Ben's question like a normal person, Jay sputtered out, "I'm naked."
Fortunately that seemed to amuse Ben, a dull flush spilling across the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, you are," he agreed with a hum that wasn't all that comforting. "How much of last night do you remember?"
"Did we have sex?" Jay squawked, his heart pounding furiously in his chest.
Ben shook his head. "No, but um- I think you wanted to," he admitted bashfully. "I think you had a little too much punch-"
"Aw shit," Jay said, dragging a hand across his face at the vague memories of the party last night.
"And you snuck in here in a silk robe and nothing else," Ben continued, which was horrifying. "It was very sweet, but you were obviously not in a sober state of mind, so I managed to get you to fall asleep and now here we are."
"I'm so sorry," Jay babbled, thinking of how furious Mal would be by his monumental fuckup. He'd propositioned the future king. The guy who already had a very perfect girlfriend. The guy who had invited them over and Jay had fucked that up, and now he was going to get sent back to the Isle. "Please, I don't know what I was thinking, if you just give me the robe-"
"Jay," Ben interrupted, his voice gentle, and that was the only warning Jay got before long fingers curled around his wrists, gently tugging his hands away from his face. Ben was perched on the side of the bed now, and he seemed so very earnest. "You don't have anything to apologize for, I like you too."
Jay was pretty sure his mind fractured into a dozen or so useless pieces upon hearing that, because no one really liked Jay aside from liking what he could do for them.
"But… Audrey," Jay said dumbly, his mind working overtime.
"Our relationship is more of a political match," Ben explained, his thumbs rubbing small circles against Jay's wrists. "It's not a well-known secret, but Audrey and I… our relationship's open so we can um- indulge with other people." Ben offered him a gentle smile. "Would you like to indulge with me, Jay?"
"Yes," Jay gasped instead of literally anything else, instead of warning Ben off, instead of asking for clarification. He said yes like the dumb eager idiot he was and felt his breath get taken away by the pleased grin this earned him.
"Great," Ben said, letting go of Jay's wrists so he could nudge the Agraben onto his back. "I was hoping you would say that."
Ben prowled, for lack of a better description, crawling onto the bed with a definite look of hunger that left Jay frozen still. He took his time tugging the silk fabric down to expose Jay, letting his gaze roam freely over the expanses of skin that were revealed. When Jay's entire torso was bared, he was embarrassingly hard from that alone, which seemed to delight Ben, the prince sprawling out beside Jay and moving to cup the stupid bulge in a careful movement.
"Excited?" Ben asked as he gave Jay a firm stroke, sliding the delicate material against heated skin in a relentless tease.
"Ben," Jay groaned, feeling hopelessly lost as his hips rutted into the prince's attention. He couldn't believe that he'd accosted Ben while he was drunk. He knew he'd been having problems, but he hadn't realized they were that bad. "I'll get it d-dirty."
"Oh?" Ben paused, then gave Jay another deliberate squeeze, his thumb shifting to press the silky fabric against the head of Jay's length in a stubborn tease. "I think you could only improve it, myself."
He continued stroking Jay through the fabric, working him up and down until Jay was shudderingly helplessly against the mattress. He could feel himself pulsing, the head of his length begin to feel wet and leak eager beads of slick that stained the silk material, not that Ben seemed to mind. If anything he seemed to be making a pointed effort to have Jay make a mess on his sheets, his gaze entirely predatory. The brunette leaned forward, burying his head in the curve of Jay's neck before inhaling deeply, his lips brushing against fevered skin that made Jay gasp.
Somehow, he wasn't terrified by Ben's proximity. Somehow, he was eager for it.
"You smell good," Ben murmured, his voice tinged with a low growl that left Jay shuddering until Ben began kissing his neck, the barest press of soft skin that was followed by the flick of a tongue, sharp teeth barely nipping before sucking hard – extreme contrasts of contact that left Jay almost incoherent.
It was what he'd always wanted from Mal, to be marked by her, and Ben was giving it to him freely, his hand happy to toy between Jay's legs before he started making his way lower.
"You're so fucking pretty," Ben rumbled, nuzzling Jay's chest before he started mouthing at his nipples, something Jay had only ever imagined doing with Evie and now Ben's tongue was swiping against those sensitive nubs and making Jay shudder in his hand. "Such a pretty thing for me."
"Ben," Jay croaked, his hands reflexively burying in Ben's hair to hold him close, and he realized this was wrong, he shouldn't be touching the future king, but Ben seemed to live for it, letting out happy purrs that reverberated through Jay's chest and straight down to his length.
"Do you know how hard it was, holding back from you?" Ben asked as he sped up his hand, Jay freely leaking onto the silk until it was marked with a telling, lewd stain. "I don't even know how you got in here, but you slipped off that robe, crawled onto my bed all nice and eager-"
That was horrifying, the thought of it, and Jay had to bite at his bottom lip to keep from denying Ben because it sounded so little like something he'd do.
"Wanting me to touch you so bad," Ben rumbled, moving his hand in a filthy slide that left Jay keening. "You know, a lot of people want me to touch them, but you, Jay…" He lowered his voice to a hungry growl. "You're one of the few I want to touch back, and you practically delivered yourself to me. I had to force myself to sleep on the couch, but I didn't stop thinking about you wrapped in my sheets." He gave Jay's nipple a tantalizing lick before biting at it, swirling his tongue in a ruthless tease before switching to the other side. "Couldn't wait for your scent to mark this entire bed."
"B-Ben, I…" Jay didn't know what to say, could only hold on because the future king of Auradon was giving him a handjob and apparently that was something Jay lived for now.
"If I'd known how desperately you wanted me," Ben continued. "I would have invited you here myself."
He said the words like a promise, though it wasn't one Jay was able to explore because in the next moment the prince was speeding up his efforts, moving at a relentless pace until Jay completely fell to pieces. He tried to warn Ben, tried to tug at the sheets, but the prince was stubborn, intent to keep Jay's length trapped in that fabric until he unloaded into it with a messy shout, his head thrown back and back arched as he stained the material so very thoroughly.
"That's it," Ben rumbled, kissing up his neck again. "Just like that, Jay – just like that."
"Ben," Jay gasped, shuddering through the aftershocks because Ben kept working him through it until he'd milked Jay completely dry, and only then did he slowly peel away the silk sheet, revealing the terrible mess below.
"Look at you," Ben said, his voice full of wonder. "Did you have fun?"
"I'm sorry," Jay murmured, shifting uneasily under the full weight of Ben's focus.
"Not what I asked," Ben hummed, kissing his way down Jay's chest. "Did you have fun?"
"Y-Yes," Jay admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "Ben-"
"I'm glad," Ben interrupted. "I'm glad you had fun with me. I'm glad you enjoyed being pleasured by me. I'm glad we did this."
That seemed entirely too good to be true, so Jay cleared his throat. "I…"
"Don't worry," Ben hummed, nuzzling his hip. "I'll just get you cleaned up and then you can go on your way. Assuming I can find your robe, that is." He shot Jay a mischievous look. "Or maybe you can go back to your room without it, see how many other guys are interested in playing with you."
"What?" Jay asked, his heart beating furiously again.
"Don't worry about it," Ben chuckled, and then he was dipping lower, his mouth getting close to Jay's groin. "I've got this-"
"Oh hell," Jay said, feeling dazed and breathless as Ben's lips got closer to his length. Ben was going to put his mouth on Jay-
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Jay woke up feeling disoriented, shaking off the dredges of incoherency that seemed to cling to him as he squinted against the relentless buzz of his stupid alarm clock. He used to have an internal timer that got him up at the crack of dawn, wanting to take advantage of the natural light since that was when most of his targets would be out, but Auradon had made him soft with its too comfortable beds and secure bedrooms. Now his body was desperate to sleep in only it couldn't, because he had to go to fucking school.
He reached over and shut off the blaring noise with a groan, vaguely aware of Carlos' empty bed across the room. He wondered if the young De Ville was sleeping under it again, or maybe he was in that safety nook he'd made for himself in the closet. Or maybe he was up being a productive member of Mal's crew, unlike Jay, who was grumpy but somehow wonderfully well rested, and he shifted to throw off his covers before he realized that um- maybe he'd been a little too rested.
He froze when he felt his ratty underwear clinging to his groin, the tell-tale sign of a sex dream that had gotten a little too intense, and all at once, memories of his dream flooded into his brain – Ben, the handjob, Jay eagerly submitting himself. Even now he felt himself want to twitch in interest, which was absolutely not okay.
Jay was a ladies' man; he had a reputation to uphold. He couldn't chase after guys, couldn't be desperate for them to get their hands on him. He couldn't be bashful and submissive, he had to be charismatic and strong and dominant and that dream had been the exact opposite.
Even now, he could imagine Ben's hands on him, his mouth-
Jay was obviously overthinking this. Dreams were just dreams; they didn't mean anything. They were a subconscious accumulation of random thoughts and impulses that amalgamated into semi-coherent storylines. Just because that particular wet dream had featured Ben didn't really mean anything. It didn't mean Jay was attracted to him by any means, or that Jay was attracted to guys in general – that was just how dreams worked.
He needed to focus. He didn't have time for an internal crisis, he had work to do.
With that, he shoved himself out of bed and got moving, grabbing a change of clothes and heading straight towards the bathroom before Carlos could realize what had happened.
There was nothing to worry about. Everything was fine.
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Jay thought that would be the end of it. Obviously, his stress had manifested into some sort of bizarre scenario that combined with his latent hormones was intent to torment him somehow. Normally Jay wasn't one to get his rocks off. Sure, he put up the appearance of doing so to maintain his persona on the Isle, but indulging in such things was entirely too much trouble. Every once and a while he'd see to his needs in the Dragon's Den, because he sure as hell wasn't going to do it in the Junk Shop, but that was the only place he'd felt safe enough to partake in such dalliances.
Only now, in Auradon, they had doors with locks and windows with solid glass and roofs that didn't leak, they were protected by high level security measures because they roomed with some of the most important young people in all of Auradon, and because of that, Jay was allowed to let his guard down however minutely, at least enough so he could masturbate on a more regular schedule.
It looked like his body was gladly running away with that, taking that permission and haunting his dream with scenarios that could never happen. And it wouldn't be so bad if it occasionally featured someone of the female persuasion, but no, his subconscious was too busy feeding him images of Chad.
Chad, who was dating Evie, who'd spread Jay out on a bed and play with him for the princess' amusement. Or he'd dream of Aziz holding him in his lap as they ruled from his throne, and somehow Jay was the queen of Agrabah who had compliments purred against his throat, a hand eased into his underwear even though he was pretty sure Aziz hated him. Like, the dude hung out with Jay a lot, but Jay was pretty sure that was so Aziz could keep an eye on him.
He had dreams where he eagerly submitted himself to Doug who was always so careful and sweet, taking care of Jay and Jane at the same time, both of them moaning and wanton and Jay didn't even look at Jane because his entire focus was on Doug.
He dreamed of Carlos crawling into his lap for kisses, he dreamed of Harry fucking Hook dragging him around the Isle like he was a treasure, snarling at anyone who would dare so much as look at Jay before he pinned the Agraben to the wall and ravished him. He dreamed of Evie dolling him up all nice and pretty and taking him to some kind of dance club – the likes of which they'd only ever seen on the internet – Jay getting dragged out onto the floor until he was surrounded by every guy that had been featured in his dreams that was eager to get a hand on him, eager to push up his short skirt and sneak a hand into his panties, or grind against his rear, or grope his chest-
And Jay would always wake up with a damn mess in his pants, to the point where it was getting embarrassed. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still getting aroused by ladies during the day, he would have thought he'd lost it altogether.
Clearly, he was losing focus. He was getting too into the idea of being an Auradon everyman. He needed to calm down, to get over himself.
He needed to be evil.
He also, notably, needed to ignore whatever the fuck Carlos and Mal were doing because it was none of his business, even though his subconscious screamed for him to get in on that situation. What Mal wanted, she got, and right now she wanted Carlos.
So Jay got his shit together for a hot minute and supported both of them before throwing himself back into the crowds to collect information, because that was his job.
And honestly, that was all that mattered.
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Endnotes:
Thanks to everyone for the feedback! I know a few of you were curious for what Jay was dealing with – turns out it was one of my specialties – dumb dreams ;) Can't let the guy have a dreamless sleep, of course not, he gets to battle minor inner demons instead ;D
Until next time :)