"There's no one here to hear me," he protests, but it doesn't sound very confident. In fact, he almost squeaks it, still sort of feeling like he's in a dream. Any second now, he's going to jerk awake with a keyboard imprinted on his cheek and his glasses askew on his nose, and Beth is going to come busting through the door to tell him all about what happened at practice today.

His hands settle on Cougar's thighs, kneading the hard muscle hidden beneath Cougar's jeans, as he tries not to squirm.