Kyle P.O.V
As I woke up I rubbed my eyes gently, this room doesn't smell familiar... Inhaling the scent I try to make sense of where I am. Pine, cigarette smoke, weed and... Sex. Well really it smells like teen hormones and masturbation, but it's easier to say sex. All of a sudden the events from yesterday come rushing back to me. Shit. I try to get up but feel arms snake aroun my waist and a hardness press against my lower back. Does Craig have an erection!?
"Uhh..." I hear a sleepy groan from behind me and tense up holding my breath. I turn my head around slowly and look at him. Thank God, he's still asleep.
I feel movement against my back. Fuck. He's putting against my back... He's literally using me to get off in his sleep...
I gasp as my breath hitches and I feel myself slowly getting hard. No no no no! This can't be happening! I cannot be getting hard from Craig Tucker putting against my back!
THIRD P.O.V
Craig moves down in his sleep, now rutting against Kyle's ass, making him get even harder. Kyle gripped the blankets and lightly pushed back against him. All of a sudden he feels Craig stop moving so he pretends to be sleeping.
" Fuck. Kyle?" Craig whispers quietly, "are you awake?" Kyle just sighs.
"Yeah... I am." He whispers back.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been fucking against you! I was asleep! Shit!" Craig sits up and says.
"It's ok. In all honesty, it made me hard. Like, really hard." Kyle whispers lowly, with a rumble in his chest.
"We can work this out... Right?" Craig mumbles.
"Yeah. I think we can work something out."