“Um… I’m ready for bed,” the older Way brother announced. His cheeks were a bright red color that would put ripe tomatoes to shame. He took the camera from Bob and left the room to it in the proper place.
“Yeah, me, too,” the drummer said, hopping back into his bunk above Gerard’s. Ray and Mike looked at each other and mentally agreed to figure this out in the morning. Gerard reentered the room and turned the lights all the way down, going back to his own bed.
“Did that really happen? Frank had a sex dream about me? Is this a first time thing or…?” These questions and more plagued the lead singer’s mind until he fell asleep, succumbing to his dreams yet again.
The next day, Frankie woke with a surprise waiting for him. “Another fucking wet dream? Damn, not again,” he thought as he looked at the mess he made in the middle of the night.
His boxers prevented the cum from escaping, but the substance dried and hardened to his skin and the inside of his boxers. Thankfully no one else was awake to see his embarrassment, so Frank quickly did away with the evidence of his pent up desires. The guitarist cleaned up his soiled sleepwear with some tissues before tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bus bathroom and fiddled with the shower knobs until they were at the perfect temperature.
“I mean, come on. I’m acting like a sixteen year old kid,” he said to himself, stepping into the shower, tepid drops of water soothing his body. He let out a soft, frustrated sigh as he looked down at his ahem morning problem.
“Just ignore it. It’ll go away,” Frank thought to himself, lathering up his dark hair with shampoo. After a minute of massaging his scalp, the guitarist stood under the nozzle to rinse off. His problem was even more apparent than the few minutes prior. Frank grabbed the conditioner -repeating the process he did with the shampoo- as he used all of his will power to completely avoid his hard on.
Realizing he still had to clean the dried semen off his lower regions that hadn’t been removed with water, Frank admitted defeat. He soaped up his body, working on the cum stuck to his thighs, shuddering in pleasure.
“Better finish up before anyone wakes up and catches me,” he sighed, closing his eyes while his hand wandered down his body. He visualized the person in his dream that got him into this mess. That pale skin, supple lips, and those deep hazel eyes in which Frank felt he could lose his entire being just by gazing upon them. Last night’s dream was the most erotic one Frank had ever experienced. It felt so real, as if Gerard was really there and doing those naughty thing to him. With one last stroke of his right hand, Frank came with a whimper.
The result of his efforts disappeared down the shower drain, but the sense of longing for that person still remained with Frank. No matter what fantasy he thought up, the guitarist always felt a sort of emptiness, knowing full-well Gerard did not share his feelings. Pushing those negatives thoughts aside, Frank stepped out of the shower and dried his dripping wet body. He wrapped the white towel around his waist, and exited the bathroom.
“Hey, guys,” Frank greeted his friends, who were eating their breakfast in the kitchen area. The group looked up, and hesitated slightly before returning the greeting with an awkward wave or soft “hey”. The tension in the air was palpable; at least in Frank’s mind.
“Is something wrong?” the guitarist asked, bewildered. He witnessed the nonverbal exchanges between his band mates, before they focused their full attention on Frank again. “Was there something I missed?”
“Oh, no. You were there for it, alright,” Ray muttered, receiving an elbow to the stomach from Bob. Frank was even more confused at this point, raising an eyebrow.
Only In My Dreams - Part 1
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