“It’s going to be a long walk home.”
It’s absolutely blizzarding outside. Now that we’ve spent our Saturday night playing eight hours of Minecraft like it’s our job, we close our laptops and press up against my dorm room window. I watch our breath condense against the cool glass as his tail flicks around.
“Yeah,” I respond, “And the sidewalks are all iced over too, so you’re going to eat shit on the way home.”
“Oh god, I’m going to eat so much shit.”
“And you’re allllll the way on the other side of campus.”
“Oh god.”
I lay back. Sverre stays there, backlit by the streetlamp outside. “Across the briiiiiidge,” I continue, “Which is going to be so icy.”
“I might fall in…”
“Yeah. You might.”
“And then drown.”
“And then my beautiful mouse boyfriend will be dead…”
“And they’re going to have to put my name in the Buchanan Gazette… ‘Buchanan Junior Found Frozen Like A Giant Ice Cube’… Oh god.”
I pull him down into a cuddle. He tucks his head into the crook of my neck and I slot my paw right into the waistband of his boxers. “Why do you always have to go back to your room?”
“‘Cause that’s just what I’m used to, and I don’t want to bother you.”
“Oh my god, it’s like one in the morning. Just sleep here, babe.”
“Cash, it’s fine.”
“Baaaaabe.” I jostle him a little, his face going bright red in the process. “Baaaaaaabe. Sleep here! We’ve been dating for 5 beautiful months and I’ve never gotten to wake up next to you. Baaaaaabe.”
“Oh my god, it– it’s for–” He stutters, putting his paws over his mouth. “It’s for a stupid reason that’s fine so whatever.”
“What’s up?”
“Mmmmm.” He puts his finger in his earring. “Ummmm…”
“Sverre. Tell me or I’m not giving you your pants back, and then ‘Pantsess Buchanan Junior Found Frozen’ is going to be in the paper and that’s much worse.”
“I, ummm. Have issues with…” He whispers. “Like. Nocturnal emissions.”
I want to tease him so badly, but I know he’s being vulnerable. “Oh!” And then I realize just how hot that idea is, and then I get excited again. “Ohhhhhhh!”
“Like. When I’m… you know, when I don’t take care of myself often enough, it tends to happen, but I just feel like if I’m next to you in bed it might… happen no matter what.”
“Wait, that’s so hot, though.”
“Not if I don’t know it’s happening!”
“Well… I mean, it’s still kind of hot. Who are you having sex dreams about?”
“Kind of no one. Or like sleep people.”
“You’re having sex with sleep people?”
He giggles. “You know what I mean, like those people who only exist in your dreams that are a, like, subconscious amalgamation.”
“Are you sleeping with any subconscious amalgamations of me?”
“I have,” he says, deliberately turning away from me to hide his sly little smile. In turning to spoon him, I’m sure he can feel my boner poking right into his butt. “Yeah. Often.”
“And you’ve slept with real life me too,” I say, putting my paw up his shirt and feeling his soft chest with my paw. “Many times.”
“Many many times.”
“I’ve seen you cum, like, a hundred separate times. You’re scared of me seeing again?”
“It was, ughhh. It was just a whole thing when I had to room with my brother and then with my freshman year roommate and it was so embarrassing every single time.”
“Yeah, but I’m your boyfriend.”
“You are…”
“And you’re my boyfriend.”
“I am…”
“And I don’t want you to freeze to death.”
“Yeah…” He shakes his head slightly. “Ugh. Okay. Yes. I’ll sleep over.”
“Only if you want to.”
“I’ve wanted to for months, I just really didn’t want to talk about this.”
“That wasn’t so bad, right?”
“I guess not.”
We go and brush our teeth. Usually we’re playing and joking around the whole time we’re together, but I can definitely sense a nervousness in him. Heading back into the room, I throw myself onto the bed and try to look as inviting as possible, sticking my hyena paws up in the air like I’m a begging dog. Sverre laughs and gets in bed with me. We cuddle and chat for a while before finally heading to sleep.
“‘Kay. You gonna keep it all in tonight?”
“I’ll try,” he responds. “I’ll try.”
“Okay. I love you, babe.”
“I love you too.”
I close my eyes.
And then I’m awake.
The first thing I see is the snow buffeting the window, tree branches scraping against the glass. It’s still dark outside. I figure a stick must have slammed into the glass or something, and I almost think nothing of it. But I quickly realize that’s not what woke me up.
It’s a little grunt. A tiny moan. I almost think I’m hearing things, that it’s the ancient heating unit turning on, but I let the light from the streetlamp illuminate his face and sure enough, Sverre was right. The mouse is whimpering in his sleep.
I stare at his face, my sleep-logged brain still trying to process what’s happening. I pull back, the blanket sloughing off of him as I do so, and sure enough his cock has escaped the fly of his boxers and it is twitching like no one’s business. I watch it for a second, twitching in time with his breath like he’s right on the edge of orgasm.
I put a paw on his shoulder. “Babe.”
“Mmmm… Cash…”
“Hey.”
He’s still asleep, I realize, when he whimpers again, “Caaash…”
I giggle, amused (and rock hard). He’s asleep right now having a sex dream about me. His cock twitches again and I seriously think he’s about to let a splatter of cum all over the both of us. And as much as I would like to watch that happen, I need to get him up.
“Babe,” I say, shaking him a little more.
“Shit!” he yelps, wide awake. “Oh fuck, Cash. Hi. Hi.”
“Hey hey hey you’re good.”
He pants for a second. “Oh my god, I was– woah, sorry, I was just. I was having the craziest dream–”
I giggle. “I can tell.”
He glances down at his cock and squeezes it tight between his thighs. “Oh my god! Oh fuck. I knew it would happen, shit.”
“You’re awake. You’re not cumming. You’re okay.”
He stares at me mortified, but I smile and he smiles back and then we’re both laughing. He falls back down to the bed and I join him. He lets his legs separate and I hear his dick hit his stomach with a thwap, and that sound makes both of us laugh even more.
“Oh my god,” he finally says once we’ve both settled down. “Holy crap. I was close.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I was having this dream that we were, uh, back in California at my dad’s house and we were in my room and you were, like, grinding against me and–” he giggles. “Oh my god. Yeah. Then you gave me a handjob.”
“What else?”
“That was kind of it, but it was a dream handjob, you know, so it’s… really good.”
“You know what’s better than a dream handjob?”
“What?”
“A real handjob.”
“Ohhh,” he says, smiling. “Yeah?”
“Yes. C’mere, babe.” I pull him into my grasp and grab his cock with my paw. Giving it a good squeeze, he is rock hard. Based on the little whimper he lets out, he is seconds away.
“Mmmmph,” he moans into my neck. “Caaash…”
“Hold on, I didn’t wake you up for you to cum in half a second.” I pull my paw away. “Hold on!”
This is like something I’ve never seen from Sverre. It normally takes a lot of coaxing to get Sverre anywhere close to here, a lot of subtle touch and a lot of sweet nothings. I guess dream Cash did all of that for me, and now it’s my turn to finish the job. For now, I bite his ear and I grip his cock tight. Just that is making him whimper and squirm like nothing else. I gently rub my pawpad against the head of his dick, super slowly and subtly. He lets out a big wet stream of precum that drips down onto his boxers.
“Yeah, babe… you like that?”
“Mmhmm,” he whimpers back. “Yeah.”
“Oh, I barely have to do anything…” Just because I love teasing him so much, I jerk him off at normal speed for about three seconds and then stop completely. His cock throbs almost violently. “Wow.”
“Cash…” he says urgently.
“What, you can’t handle a little–”
“Keep doing thaaaaat…” he begs, cutting through my teasing. And once again, I can put aside my desire to tease him for his pleasure. I keep going at him, nibbling at his ear as I always do. I can feel his entire body tense up and sure enough, with very little provocation from me, he lets out a fat load all over his tee-shirt. The cum drips down his cock as he grits his teeth. “Wow.”
Once he’s finally all done, I give him a kiss on the forehead. “You know what’s the best part of all this?”
“What?”
“This ain’t no dream.”
He giggles. “Shouldn’t have any more issues with that tonight, huh?”
“Yeah, I got you. Aren’t you glad you didn’t walk home?”
“I’m so glad.”
I give him a kiss. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you too. Thank you.”
“Sweet dreams.”