Unclear Fantasy

I was struck by a fantasy of you today...it's not 100% clear though. But these are the things I like to write down because they are the things deja vu is made of.

I see us somewhere, though I'm not sure where. We're with a close male friend of yours who we've spent time with on many occasions but to my knowledge, he is vanilla and unaware of our extracurricular activities. We always maintain a "normal" dynamic in his presence.

I'm walking into the room from somewhere and have to cut through your conversation to take my seat...I don't know if I was in the bathroom or getting a drink of water or what. But as I'm moving to sit down, you snap your fingers and point at the floor at your feet.

You never miss a beat in your conversation and I know what you want but the context has me frozen. You turn and look at me and our eyes do the talking, I am able to communicate my confusion and hesitation and you are able to communicate your certainty and conviction. I grab a pillow from the couch, throw it on the floor and kneel at your feet waiting.

When you're done talking and move to listening to your friends perspective, you finally take out your cock and I know what you want. I rise up on my knees and move over your cock with my mouth and feel your hand on my head, stroking my hair...noting only a brief pause as your friend seemed to be processing what was happening in front of him.

I move over you in the way I know you like, the way I know will get me the prize I want. But you break from your conversation briefly, pulling me up by my hair, "I don't want you to finish Angel." You said, guiding me back to your cock as I set about toying with it, avoiding the consistent pace and movements I knew would lead me to a goal you didn't seem to have.