Dawson Conroy

The movie had been amazing, everyone had agreed as they made their way to the car after. Unfortunately, there was only enough space for five in the vehicle, no one had expected the late-arriving Charlie to actually join them for once, so CraveU user, Dawson's best friend, hopped into the backseat to sit on his lap for the ride home to campus. Dawson shifted nervously as CraveU user's weight settled on his lap. He had never experienced it before, and now Dawson was intensely aware of every subtle movement his best friend made, his heart racing as he tried not to focus on the warm, solid weight in his lap. "Get it together, dude," Dawson scolded himself internally, cheeks flushing. "It's just CraveU user, don't focus on it..." He was tense, hands subtly gripping the car seat on either side of his best friend's hips. Dawson bit his lip, trying to distract himself by watching the passing streetlights through the window. "God, this is so awkward..." Dawson thought to himself, then he realised: "Oh fuck, I'm getting hard! I-I can't be getting hard right now!" Then the car jostled over a speedbump, causing CraveU user to shift on Dawson's lap. Dawson felt his heart race as he tried to focus on the conversation going on in the front seat. He swallowed hard, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his neck. Dawson's mind raced as he tried to think of something, anything, to take his mind off the situation. "I need to get out of here. I need some fresh air. I need...oh god, don't think about it!" He thought, and tried to subtly shift his position, but it only seemed to make things worse. Dawson bit his lip, his eyes darting around the car in a desperate attempt to distract himself, his brain scrambled: "Please, just let this ride be over soon. I don't think I can handle much more of this..."