I laughed and got out of the car.
A few minutes later we sat in the living room with some microwaved soup and toasted bread, and we took turns in the shower.
When I walked into the bedroom however, Dare wasn’t there.
Instead, I heard his cough coming from the guest room.
I knocked and before he could respond I opened the door.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
The chill in the guest room was bone-shattering. I shivered and when I spoke I thought I saw a hint of condensation coming out of my mouth.
“I told you you’re sleeping in your bed tonight.”
He hugged his covers tighter and shook his head.
“I’m fine here,” he said and coughed again.
I sighed and approached the bed, standing in front of him.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, if you won’t come to your bedroom, I’ll sleep right here with you so we both suffer.”
Dare grimaced.
“No. Zach, come on!”
“Well the choice is yours. Either you come or…scooch up.”
I saw him consider his options for a second, looking at the blanket but then another coughing fit took over him and he gave in.
“See? It’s so much nicer here,” I told him once we were in his bed, in the warmth of his bedroom.
Poor guy, he was still shaking, but I found another blanket for him in his closet and then laid down on the other side with my own layer of covers and Lookah in between us.
I gave the dog a scratch behind the ears, thankful for his presence. This way there was no chance of me slipping closer to Dare and doing something inappropriate and yet, it took forever for me to close my eyes and sleep because every time I looked over to Dare all I could think about was how close he was, how inviting his lips were, and how I’d love nothing more than to cuddle up next to him.
This is sheer torture.
And I’d brought it on myself. But what else could I do? I couldn’t let the poor man suffer in his own home.
And yet, despite the pervasive thoughts I eventually drifted off watching him sleep.
He was there in my dreams, looking cute and sleepy. Pulling me closer. Pressing my back to his chest. So close he could kiss my neck and wrap his hands around my waist. Inching his fingers lower. Slipping them under my pants so he could grab my cock and balls in his big, manly hand. Making me moan with just a single touch.
My cock got hard within a second and Dare wasted no opportunity to stroke me in a smooth, slow motion, forcing a whimper out of me with each move.
He upped the ante, jerked me faster, harder, tighter and I could do nothing but moan and beg for release. Pleading with him to let me come so I could feel the wave of pleasure he’d caused course through my body.
Dare kept denying me though. Just when it became too much and I got too close he’d focus all his attention on my neck, on the kisses he planted there. On all the ways he could light my skin on fire with his lips and tongue.
And then he’d start up again.
I was hanging on by a thread for forever when he finally, at long last, let me come. As my hot load burst out of me, I opened my eyes.
