*EDITED BY WHITEWAVE48*
I'll never know why I woke up, looking at you with only the pale moon lighting up your face, so calm, so peaceful, but at the same time so sad. I cuddle closer, feeling the warmth of your scrawny frame against me, nuzzling your ear. You make some mottled noise and roil in the sheets. I want to stroke your hair, to hold you tight and to set you free form those chains that hold you to the past. I have my own shit, waiting for me when the sun comes up again. But not here, and not now.
My hand slides over your thigh, finding that familiar bulge that I know so well. Cupping it, squeezing it, working it. You make some groggy sound as you open your eyes, your manhood also rousing in my palm.
"Shhh," I hush, putting a finger to my lips for you. But I don't try to stop your cock. No, I just encourage it, feeling the firm head against my palm, then the throbbing of your pulse as I wrap my fingers around it and Give it a little squeeze. I plant a light kiss on your lips as I run my fingers up and down on it, gently.