“Reb?” Harry woke so suddenly that he almost fell off his seat. He looked around, searching for what surely couldn’t have been just a dream. His hat had fallen off and lay beside him. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he could feel a cold wetness between his legs. He also noticed a man sitting opposite him, his lips spread into a big smile. Harry fumbled, trying desperately to pull himself out of the dream and back into the real world, but with each move, he was vividly reminded of Reb and the feel of his friend’s tongue inside his mouth. He began to flush.
“Some dream you were having.” The man tipped his hat back and continued staring at Harry. “You were moaning and writhing like a snake on a hook. I was just seconds from waking you up myself.”
Harry pulled his shirt closed, stood up sudden
