“I don’t drink like that.”

Good girl.

“Funny, me too.” I reached for a napkin, rubbing the square paper hard against my skin. I figured any momentary sting of pain may shock my body enough so that I wasn’t sporting a chub at half-mast. Lord knows I didn’t need the dinner to be even more awkward that it already was. Begrudgingly, I asked, “You tired?”

Even speaking the words caused my mouth to dry up like a California drought. I quickly reached out and grabbed my water, taking my time and relishing each drop of liquid, reveling in the way it moistened my throat. Gulp after gulp it soothed me. Finally feeling like myself again—not to mention the fact that my boner had finally gone away—I glanced over at Rocky, who looked as still as a statue. Her mouth was pressed together in a tight line and her eyes were…well, they were staring at me as if I had grown two heads. I frowned at her, wondering if the drive down had gotten her sick or something.

She blinked a few times and quickly asked. “Where can I sleep?”

Oh, she’s just tired.

As if on cue her beautiful eyes began to droop. She turned toward my couch and lifted her index finger. “I can sleep over here.”

As tempted as I was to lock myself in my room and relieve myself all night, I knew I was better than that. “No. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t have the decency to offer you my bed?”

Saying the word ‘friend’ pained me to no end. I was grasping at straws and I knew it. She wasn’t a friend. She never was and she would never be…she was the love of my life. As much as I denied it and pushed her away, she would always have that place in my heart.

She blushed and for a moment I wondered if she was able to read my mind. Laughing lightly, she shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I really don’t mind sleeping on the couch. Believe me, I’ve slept on worse.”

My eyebrows furrowed. Worse? She didn’t deserve anything but the best. “No, I insist. It’s my fault we’re stuck here and the least I could do is make sure you’re comfortable.”

I was worried that I’d have to drag her in there myself, but if I did there was no guarantee that I’d be able to drag myself out. Luckily she bowed her head and agreed. “Sounds great.”

By the time I led her to my bedroom, my palms were slippery from sweat. I practically threw some pajamas at her before rushing out of the room. By the time I made it into the living room I was panting like a wild animal. Seeing her there, in one of my most private of spaces…imagining her lying on my bed wearing my clothes. It was all too much. I was in desperate need of a cold shower, but of course the only full bath would be in my room.

Well, there went my boner again. The blood rushed to my dick and before I knew it I was at full mast.

“Shit. What am I going to do now?” I looked around and eyed my apartment. It was a modest space with only the one bedroom and a tiny guest bathroom near my linen closet. Sure if I were alone or simply didn’t care I would have no qualms about jacking off in the tiny space. However, considering my walls are pretty thin I didn’t want to risk Rocky hearing me bust a nut while she was tucked away in my room.

Groaning, I sucked in the annoying pangs of blue balls. Before I could change my mind, I plopped myself onto my couch and turned on the TV, intent on forgetting where I was at the moment and who was with me.

***

“Jesse.”

My eyes flew open at the sound of my name, jarring me awake. Somehow despite my raging horniness I was able to fall asleep. I blinked a few times, allowing my vision to focus. A bluish glare radiated from the TV, but other than that the room was almost pitch black. I had no idea what time it was and judging by the infomercial playing, it was probably early morning.

“I must have dozed off,” I mumbled to nobody in particular.

“Jesse.”

There it was again. Did Rocky need help? I threw my legs off the side of my couch and listened intently. There was no way I imagined hearing my name twice. However, when I was met with nothing but silence I begrudgingly resigned to lowering myself back onto my couch to catch a few more winks of sleep.

“Mmm…yes…yes.”

Okay, any delusion of catching some sleep did not last long. My eyes widened in shock and automatically the blood from my fingers and toes pulled inward in a rush toward my core. “Is she…is she?”

“Mmm…that feels good.”

I blinked a few times to gather what was going on. For a moment I wondered if she was having some fun with herself, however I quickly pushed away the thought, realizing it was Rocky I was talking about. There was no way she’d be that loud knowing I was right in the other room. However, the sounds of ecstasy emanating from my closed door were definitely sexual in nature. If they weren’t being made consciously and rather unconsciously, then that would mean…

“Rocky’s having a sex dream,” I gasped.

“Jesse.”

“About me.” A wicked grin played on my face, and though my brain was telling me—shouting at me—to push away the glee I felt, there was no way I could.

Throwing all common sense aside, I grabbed for the remote and quickly lowered the volume on the TV. The announcer’s voice went mute at the same time Rocky’s cries of ecstasy became louder. It was bittersweet hearing her moans and knowing there was no way I couldn’t relieve myself that night, but also knowing that doing it by myself would sure as hell not satisfy me.

I stayed rooted in place though I wanted nothing more than to place my ear against that damn door to hear clearly. As ironic as it sounds, I didn’t want to feel any more of a creeper than I already did.

“Mmm…sigh.”

I stuck my hand in between the waistband of my boxer briefs and wrapped my palm around my cock. With each sweet groan coming from the room I mimicked the sound, stroking my dick slowly at first and then harder and faster. I scrunched my face in exasperation. There was no way I could come on my own knowing that the object of my affection was just a few feet away from me.

What a tangled web we weave.

Just as quickly as her breathy moans started they ceased. I figured her dream must have ended, but that knowledge didn’t soothe the raging hard on that I was sporting.

“Fuck,” I muttered, eyeing the bathroom near my foyer. As I was debating whether or not to make my escape to the porcelain god, I heard footsteps padding from inside my room, followed by a few stumbles and a groan. I quickly glanced at the door knob and noticed that it was jiggling slightly. In a move that would make a superhero proud, I made a beeline to the nearest pillow and quickly pulled it onto my lap just in time for the door to open with a soft, “Aha!”

I swallowed what felt like shards of glass down my throat and eyed the sleepy figure. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Ahh!”

I bit back a smile as I watched Rocky stumble back. She looked so tiny in my clothes and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold her in my arms.

How are you supposed to do that with a boner the size of Texas?

I cleared my throat and shifted slightly. “You can join me in ordering this amazing juicer if you want,” I joked, hoping to alleviate the sexual tension I was sure I was exuding.

“What?” Her voice sounded muddled as if she were still lost in a dream. I really hoped she was…

“If you call now you can get two free recipe books,” I growled, pushing away the thought. I really wasn’t helping out my cause. Fidgeting, I readjusted my dick and prayed she wouldn’t notice how the pillow sat a few inches too high from the rest of my lap.

“Oh.” She grabbed at her throat and glanced around helplessly. “Um, I just want a glass of water.”

Funny, I’m ‘thirsty’ too.

I snorted at the way my mind twisted her words around and replied, “Help yourself; the glasses are in the right cabinet.”