“Wouldn’t want them to notice.”Liam’s face flushed deep, his breath quickening, his hands trembling slightly under the table.Randy let the words stretch, let the silence grow heavy around them.Then, still in the dream, he leaned just a little closer.“Undo your jeans.”Liam’s eyes went wide, his chest heaving in shallow little pulls.“I said…” Randy murmured, smiling, “undo them.”Liam’s hands fumbled under the desk, trembling, breath coming harder, the faintest click of his button slipping open, the drag of his zipper lowering slowly, carefully.Dream Randy’s grin widened.“Good boy.”Liam sat there, shaking faintly, his cock straining against the thin barrier of his underwear, his face bright red, every muscle locked tight to keep from betraying himself.Randy’s grin deepened faintly in the dream as he watched Liam’s trembling fingers fumble at the button of his jeans.Why?Not because Randy wanted to see what was underneath.But to see how Liam looked when he exposed himself, to see how he looked when he opened himself up — mentally.To watch the tension ripple through his body, to see if Liam could sit there, pants undone, cock straining, surrounded by classmates, and still hold steady.It was the next layer of surrender: not just obeying in private, but trusting Randy enough to obey where he was most exposed, most raw, most
