Third Person POV

Mean woke up the following morning, wondering why he couldn't move his arm.

He stifled a gasp as he realized that Plan was lying fast asleep on it.

Mean was about to very slowly and gently remove Plan's head when Plan moved closer to his side and started nuzzling his face against Mean's side.

Then Plan's hand slowly crept towards Mean's chest grasping some of his pajama top and curling his fingers tightly around it.

Mean looked carefully at Plan's face. His eyes were closed, his breathing regular.

When Plan tightened his hold on Mean's top he had taken a hold on a part of the skin of Mean's chest. It didn't hurt. Instead it gave Mean the urge to embrace Plan and kiss him on his forehead.

Then before Mean realized what was happening, Plan, still with his eyes closed, was fumbling with the buttons of his pajama top. Mean lay frozen, not knowing what to do. Should he awaken Plan or should he let him continue what he was doing?

He decided to just wait and see what Plan was going to do next.

When his pajama top was halfway open, he felt Plan's warm hand slowly making its way inside his top, caressing his bare chest.

Mean once again stifled a gasp as he felt the warm palm of Plan's hand caressing his nipple in a circular motion. Mean felt his nipple hardening. No, it wasn't just his nipple hardening. His mini me downstairs had hardened as well.

It was all he could do to keep from grabbing Plan and making love to him. Mean knew that he had to awaken Plan before he did something that would ruin his friendship with Plan.

"Plan?" he whispered tentatively.

"Huh?" asked Plan, opening his eyes, stopping what his hand was doing on Mean's chest.

"I'm sorry to wake you," said Mean, "but I believe you were dreaming and doing things that you thought you were doing to P'Chao."

Plan blushed a bright red.

"I wasn't dreaming of P'Chao. In fact I wasn't even asleep," said Plan, hurriedly getting out of bed and running out of the room.

Plan desperately looked around for his car key in the living room. Where did he set it down? He needed to run away before Mean could confront him about what he had just done and said.

He saw his car key lying on the coffee table and went to grab it.

He had barely made it to the front door when Mean grabbed his wrist.

"You cannot just run away after what you did and said to me in bed," he said to Plan.

"Plan, I need you to look me in the eye, and say to me what you just said before you ran away. I need to hear it again to make sure that I heard it right," said Mean not letting go of Plan's wrist.

Plan looked away, unable to meet Mean's eyes.

"Mean, please let me go," he pleaded, "I'm just very, very confused right now."

"Well, I am not," said Mean, letting go of Plan's wrist and cupping Plan's face with both hands.

Plan's eyes widened as he watched Mean's mouth slowly descending on his.