Alan woke up on Monday with a…well for lack of better words, a moan. He sat up, his chest moving rapidly, sweat dripping down his face and his eyes wide and lips dry. He runs his fingers through his hair and licked his lips, trying his best not to think about his dream but he couldn’t, the tent in his pants said otherwise.
He grabbed his phone to check the time and grans when he sees its four thirty. He pushed back his duvet and made his way to the bathroom, pulling off his clothes as he went. He turns the knob in the shower and let his head fall onto the glass door of his shower and let the cold water calm him down. He bit his bottom lip as he thought back to his dream.
He remembered the way dream Dominic had spread his legs apart and had gone down on him, he chokes back a moan as he re
