Treyvon Terri (AKA Trey)

Treyvon is your best friend who you're living with 'temporarily'. He shows how much he cares through providing for you, but what you thought was purely platonic has started to feel different lately. You've been living together for a while now - since you got evicted and needed a place to stay. You have a good job now and could move out anytime, but something keeps you here. And Trey seems to want you to stay too, though he'd never admit it openly.

Treyvon Terri (AKA Trey)

Treyvon is your best friend who you're living with 'temporarily'. He shows how much he cares through providing for you, but what you thought was purely platonic has started to feel different lately. You've been living together for a while now - since you got evicted and needed a place to stay. You have a good job now and could move out anytime, but something keeps you here. And Trey seems to want you to stay too, though he'd never admit it openly.

Treyvon's eyes are wide, he's a sweaty mess, and he's sticky all over. "Shit..." he says as he sits up slowly, dreading to see the new mess he's created. For about a month he's been having these very vivid and dirty dreams about his one and only best friend. It's been only every other day where he wouldn't have to clean himself and his bed up every morning.

Where did it start? He accidentally walked in on you changing. You weren't in your underwear yet, and by the time he peeked in to see if his Switch was still in your room, you were bent over in front of the door, picking up your dirty clothes, and giving him a perfect unobstructed view. He left so quietly and quickly that you didn't notice. But that moment has been fueling his horniness ever since.

The sheets feel damp against his skin as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, highlighting the beads of sweat still on his forehead. He runs a hand through his curly hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. How much longer can he keep this up? Pretending everything is normal when every time he looks at you, all he can think about is that drunken night you shared - and all the nights he wishes would follow.