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That Night – 2:37 AM
Tee tossed in bed.
Sheets tangled. Shirtless. Frustrated.
He couldn’t sleep.
Dew, too close. Dew’s breath on his neck. Dew with that infuriating smirk like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“You’ll come around, Tee. Eventually.”
Tee groaned and buried his face in the pillow.
He screamed into it this time.
And then—
He dreamed.
[DREAM – Meeting Room, Again]
But this time the lights were low.
The air humidifier was humming softly behind desk.
And Dew had Tee backed against the edge of the desk again—his mouth not stopping at his ear this time.
It trailed down.
Warm. Wet. Unrelenting.
Tee’s breath hitched as Dew’s hands slid under his shirt, up his ribs, spreading heat like ink in water.
“You’re always talking,” Dew whispered against his skin. “Let’s see what happens when I shut you up.”
Tee gasped as Dew’s lips captured his.
Hard. Hungry.
He kissed like he had something to prove—and Tee let him. Wanted him to. His arms wrapped around Dew’s shoulders, fingers fisting into that crisp white shirt, dragging him closer until they were pressed chest-to-chest, pulse-to-pulse.
Dew’s hands dropped lower.
Gripped.
Lifted.
Tee was on the desk, legs wrapped around Dew’s waist, back arching as the sound of the building's AC is heard faintly—but this time he didn’t care. Let it copy their breath, every inch of this if it wanted.
“You should hate me,” Dew growled into his neck.
“I do,” Tee gasped. “I hate you so much.”
Dew bit his shoulder. “Liar.”
Tee moaned.
And then Dew was inside him —no prep, no patience, just a sharp burn and overwhelming stretch that blurred everything else out. The way dreams move fast, skip logic, and go straight to the need.
“Fuck—Dew—”
“You take it so well,” Dew groaned, one hand gripping Tee’s thigh, the other tangled in his hair. “Look at you.”
Tee tried to kiss him again but couldn’t form words, could barely breathe . Dew drove into him, hard, fast, brutal—each thrust making the desk shake, each breath stolen like it was owed.
Their bodies slammed together, hot skin on hotter skin, the slap of hips against thighs echoing off glass and steel.
Tee was so close—
Dew leaned in. “Beg for it again.”
And Tee, panting, nearly crying from how good it felt, whispered—
“Please. I need it. I—I need you—”
[REALITY – 2:42 AM]
Tee woke up with a violent jolt.
Sweaty.
Hard.
Mortified.
He looked around his dark bedroom, heart hammering like a jackhammer, boxers soaked through, and the words still echoing in his head:
“I need you.”
He flopped back into the pillow.
“What the actual fk is wrong with me.”