You don't think he saw you

For a long moment, you stand there, afraid to move. Afraid to breathe. Listening. He moves around a little, but it doesn't sound like he's getting up. Maybe he's just cleaning up?

Finally, the rays of light from the gap go dark. Quietly, as softly as you can, you tip-toe back down the hallway, and into your own room. As you undress and get under the covers, you start reflecting on what you just did, and of the thoughts that flashed through your mind as you watched him.

This can't end well, you tell yourself. I'm... I'm going to have to find a guy, a boyfriend or a fuck buddy or something, or some day I'll end up in bed with him. Yes. As much as that thought would previously have disturbed you, now it seems the lesser of two evils. There's no denying that, in your new sleeve, you're very much attracted to men. Strong and dominant men, by your experiences so far. If you can only find someone else, someone like your dad, but who isn't actually your dad, then maybe you'll be able to redirect your urges? But I've got the perfect specimen right here. You idly finger yourself, trying to find release without thinking of him, as you slowly doze off into sleep.