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"Casper... Wake up."  
I heard someone whisper in my ear. I felt a slight weight on my lower abdomen. I opened my eyes slowly, covering my face with my hands, shielding from the bright yellow and red streams that forced their way through the curtains and danced playfully across my room. After my eyes adjusted to the blinding light, I found my best friend leaning on me lightly, smirking devilishly with an atrocious look in his pale blue eyes. The pink hues filling my cheeks immediately went red. 
 "Morning Sunshine," He said, in that deep masculine voice I've always envied. Damien shifted slightly against my body, forcing a small gasp to leave  my lips. No!   
"Sleep well, Cutie?"  
 "Da- Damien... What are you talking about?"  My voice cracking, because I was confused- or , I couldn't really tell that early in the morning. He nibbled the edge of my ear and I inhaled sharply. 
"You're attractive, Casper; Can't you see? I like you. A lot. And I know you like me too." He paused, only to smirk down at my uncomfortable, writhing form on the bed. 
 "You don't have to deny it anymore," he drew closer and whispered tenderly in my ear, "Love." I tried to look away, to break his stare, only to feel his hand lift my head back upwards until my eyes were level with his.The overwhelming tide of blue enveloped me in a tight embrace.  
Damien leaned in towards my face and gently pressed his lips against my cheek, his smooth lips cooling the blush for a moment, but once they left my cheeks were hotter than ever. He snickered as he leaned back up.  
"You know you're blushing, right?"  
Oh my god. I tried to hide the dark red that painted my cheeks in my pillow. Damien smiled. 
 "No, no. It's alright. I love it when you blush. I find it adorable. And to think, I did that. I made you get so worked up." He paused, placing his soft smooth hand on to my own.  
 "Perhaps I was correct earlier; You do like me." He smirked as my face went up in flames. 
I breathed heavily as he spoke the last sentence. Damien moved closer to my face until he was looking me in the eyes. I could feel the tension in the air growing. It held me in its greedy palm watching me as I was forced to bow to its pressure. 
I was baffled. I didn't know what to say. Who would? Needless to say, I was not prepared. I attempted to reply to him but no words came out, just strangled phrases as I tried to say something back. He was joking, right? Oh god please be joking.   
He looked at me as if I were a confused puppy, still curious as to what I had to say. Does he realize how bazaar this all is? What does he expect me to say?  
"B-ut-t Damien, I-I thought-" Damien looked at me, his smile widened until all his perfect teeth were exposed.  
"You thought what? That I were interested in silly little girls and there silly little problems?" He leaned back and chuckled for a moment before adding, "Well let me tell you something Casper," He paused as he got closer to my face. "You thought wrong."  
 
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Air rushed into my lungs as a whole new set of senses flooded in. What? I was in a sweat. The sheets clung to my body in a hot, moist mess. The moons luminescence swept daintily throughout my spacious room, welcoming me back to reality with open arms. The mental picture of Damien was still fastened tightly in my brain. My psyche still felt as if it were being strangled by a man defying cobra.  
My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed as I came to a realization. I just had a dream - a gay dream. About my best friend. And... I looked down at my now tight boxers. 
 
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