Dreams

Dishes crashed to the floor as they were swept off the table to make room for the young blond. The two men couldn’t get enough of each other. Hot kisses matched the hot fire coursing through their bodies. The blond with the pale skin was laid across the table, legs splayed. The darker man moved against him, then inside him, thrusting hard into the beautiful bubble butt.  At first, soft moans escaped from between the pink lips of the one on the bottom. The soft moans became louder, more insistent, urging the other man on, begging for more, begging for the hard, demanding thrusts...

Brian awoke with a start, just as he had for the past several nights. He was still sitting on the sofa where he had fallen asleep, again. His cock, hard and uncomfortable in his jeans, begged for release. The television was still on and a buff male was claiming to be forty and in the best shape of his life. Brian agreed before he turned the set off and walked to the bedroom. It was too late to go out and too early to stay up, so he undressed and crawled into bed. He lay there thinking about the dream he’d had, wondering who the pale blond was that suddenly invaded his sleep.

This wasn’t the first time he invaded his sleep, either. It had been an almost nightly thing for the past week. Perhaps it was a premonition. He was sure that he would have remembered someone like that, even though he wasn’t his usual “type”. With closed eyes, he tried to picture the young man. He remembered the pale skin and red lips. He could hear the sound of his voice, of his moans. Blue eyes. Yes, pale blue eyes, shining, sparkling. Jesus, Brian thought to himself, glad no one was there to read his mind. His cock, which had lost some of it’s hardness before he got into bed, was now harder than ever. He reached down, taking it in his hand and started stroking it, proud of it’s size. The vision of the other man, lying across the table, legs resting on his shoulders, flooded his mind. He pulled and stroked his hardness, picturing it as he thrust into the tight hole. Sighs and moans that weren’t his filled the air around him until he couldn’t hold off any longer. His cock throbbed as cum covered his chest and belly. He just laid there for several minutes while his body relaxed and his breathing slowed. He didn’t have the energy to wash up properly and, truth be told, he didn’t want to do anything to diminish the sensations he felt. He grabbed some tissues from the box next to the bed and wiped at the sticky mess. He threw the tissues on the floor and pulled the sheet up over his body. He was asleep in minutes, surprisingly more sated than he had been in a long time.

The sun’s rays fell across the large bed and into the closed eyes of it’s only occupant. The man moved, stretched, turned and slowly opened his eyes.

“Damn sunshine,” he thought without making a move to get up. A glance at the clock told him he was late for Saturday breakfast with the boys. A groan escaped as he pushed off the covers and got out of bed. He showered, smiling as he thought about last night’s dream as he washed traces of dried cum from his body. Dressing quickly, he left the loft just moments before the phone rang.

The answering machine clicked on and Michael’s voice pierced the silent loft. “Brian, pick up.  Brian, you’re late. You’re supposed to be at the diner now. Brian, are you there? I hope you’re on your way here. You didn’t show up at Babylon last night.” After a slight pause, he continued, “Okay, if you’re not here in ten minutes, I’m coming up there whether you like it or not, so get rid of whoever is there and get your ass over here. Bye.”

The jingling of the bell was hardly audible over the noise inside the diner.  The Saturday morning breakfast crowd was more talkative than normal this morning. Brian slipped into the booth next to his best friend.

“It’s about time, Brian. Why are you so late?”

“Just overslept. Now can we order? I’m starved.”

“Hey, Boys, what can I get you now that sleeping beauty is finally here.  Hard night, last night, Brian?”

“No harder than usual, Deb. I’ll have coffee and an egg white omelet with peppers and mushrooms and side order of wheat toast, no butter.”

Ted, Emmett and Michael each gave their order to Deb then started questioning Brian about his absence from Babylon the night before.

“Look, Gentlemen, and I use that term loosely, I had plans that for once didn’t include you three.  And no, I’m not going to tell you what they were.” He wasn’t about to tell anyone that he fell asleep on the sofa in front of the TV on a Friday night. It had been a busy week and he only sat down for a few minutes. At least that was his intention. Maybe he wanted to dream about the mystery man again. He couldn’t help the coy smile that found its way to his mouth, but quickly erased it before the others saw it. Let them keep guessing was his motto.

“Brian, are you expecting someone else here?”

“What are you talking about, Emmett? Who would I be expecting?”

“I don’t know, but every time that door opens, you glance over to see who’s coming in.”

Brian didn’t realize he had been doing that. It had been a subconscious reaction to the dreams.  Maybe the young blond would magically walk into the diner or Woody’s or Babylon. He shook his head and sighed. Life wasn’t that easy.

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Justin’s body moved to the beat of the music that surrounded him. He closed his eyes and let himself feel his blood pumping through his body. His skin was hot and glistened with sweat. He looked around, not minding that he didn’t seem to be dancing with anyone in particular at the moment. He soon felt that familiar tingle and knew the dark haired man was nearby. He closed his eyes, waiting. Waiting. Strong arms reached around and embraced him from behind. He felt the warm breath of the other man on his neck and he let himself be cradled against the lean body as it began to sway in an unbroken rhythm with his own. They were both hard.  Justin could feel the man’s cock rubbing against him. Long fingers reached under the waistband of his white linen pants and wrapped around the shaft of his erection, slowly moving up and down...“Justin,” the voice cooed as the warm breath tickled his ear. “Justin,” this time louder, more urgent...

“Justin, get your ass out of bed now. You’re going to be late for your first day at work.”

Justin’s eyes flew open at his roommates loud voice. “Daph, please. I’m up.  At least I was.”

“Yeah, I saw,” she said, a slight giggle escaping. She ignored the leer Justin threw at her and waited for him to get out of bed. When he didn’t make a move, she put her hands on her hips.  “Well?”

“You’re channeling my mother again. If you don’t mind, I’d like some privacy here.” When Daphne left the room, Justin got out of bed and headed to the shower. He was starting his internship at Vangard Advertising today and was excited to be putting his artistic talents to work at a real job, even if it was a school requirement.

He turned on the shower and let the water heat up while he brushed his teeth. He stepped into the tub and let the warm water wash over him as he soaped his body. His mind was more on the dream Daphne had so unceremoniously awakened him from than on his days work and his body was responding accordingly. He took care of that little necessity, wondering who the dark haired man was. Surely he would have remembered someone like that, even if he had only seen him for a moment.

Less than an hour later, showered, dressed and fed, Justin left the apartment and headed for the bus stop. He planned on learning everything he could during the next three months. The ride downtown was actually quite short and Justin exited the crowded bus about two blocks from the building the Vangard offices were in. He stopped at the small coffee shop in the lobby and purchased a mocha latte then took the elevators to the fifteenth floor. In the HR office he filled out the necessary paperwork, received his badge and was taken down to the art department to meet his boss.

“Justin this is Dale Hanley, our Art Director. Dale, this is Justin Taylor from PIFA. He’s yours for the next three months.” So started his first day.

At lunch, over sandwiches and soda, he got to hear more about the agency and the different executives he would be doing work for. The talk was mainly centered on the Junior Partner, a man named Brian Kinney. Depending who said his name, he sounded like either a god or the devil. Justin decided, though, that he hoped he didn’t have too much interaction with the man, at least until he knew more about what he was doing. Evidently, the Kinney “look” was legendary.  Luckily, he was in Atlanta or Alaska or somewhere on business for the week, so Justin would be spared for a while longer.

That evening over dinner of pizza and beer, he told Daphne all about his day. The name Brian Kinney came up several times as Justin wavered between excitement and fear at meeting the outwardly complicated man.

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Brian’s naked, well tanned body dove into the cool water. As he came up, his sleek body broke the surface with hardly a ripple. The bright sun glared, obstructing his view for a few seconds.  “Damn sunshine,” he thought as he blinked rapidly and turned toward the diving board. The blond was poised at the end, ready to jump. Brian admired the slim, compact figure that was, not so surprisingly, also naked. The blond bounced once and arced into the air in a perfectly executed dive. The next thing he knew, the young man was in front of him, water dripping from the perfect blond hair. Blue eyes stared at him. He was instantly hard and could see in the clear water that the young man was, too. He was pulled into a kiss that lasted forever. The blond wrapped his pale legs around his waist, his hard cock pressing against Brian’s stomach. Brian entered him, feeling the tightness encircle his own hardness. The cool water caressed their skin.  Cool water...

“Shit,” Brian exclaimed, as he awoke in the marble tub of his hotel room. He must have fallen asleep as soon as he sat down because he never turned on the heated water jets. “My feet are like prunes,” he thought to himself, glad no one else was there to see him. He quickly dried off and put the fluffy white hotel robe around him. He called room service to order a spinach salad for dinner and poured himself a twelve year old whiskey then sat on the leather sofa. He hadn’t wanted to think about the dream, but that was all he could think about. This blond was becoming an obsession and it scared him. For several reasons. First of all, there was his ‘one time only’ rule. He wasn’t sure whether that covered dreams, but the blond was showing up entirely too frequently. Sure he was hot, but he only did hot men, so that was nothing new. Secondly, he was young, and while Brian didn’t like to think of himself as old, the fact was, he wasn’t 22 anymore. Thirdly, well, thirdly, this dream lov...dream man...this imaginary person was just that, imaginary, unreal, an illusion, if a dream could be an illusion.

Brian set his drink on the table to answer the knocking on the door. The waiter brought in a tray with the salad and set it on the table by the glass of amber liquid. Brian handed him a tip as the waiter ran an appreciative eye over the robe clad body. He smiled, letting Brian see his interest.  The young waiter was very good looking in a tall, dark haired sort of way, and any other time Brian would have told him to come back after he got off work. But, returning the smile, he looked apologetic and said, “Sorry, not tonight.” The waiter nodded and left, hoping that he would have better luck tomorrow night.

He had finished his salad and was sipping his whiskey while he looked over the agenda for tomorrow’s meeting when the phone rang. Cynthia was calling to see if he needed anything for the meetings, knowing he didn’t. She had given him all the files and knew nothing was missing.

“By the way, the new intern in the art department started yesterday. He’s very talented, I hear. I think you’ll like him.” Brian could hear the smile in her voice.

“And what makes you think that? I don’t have to like them as long as they do their job.”

“Sure, Boss. Whatever you say.”

“Bye, Cynthia. I have some work to do and you’re keeping from it. If I don’t get this account, you don’t get a bonus, remember.”

“Bye, Boss.”

Brian worked for another two hours and headed for bed, almost hoping the blond would grace his sleep again tonight.

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It was almost closing time and the museum was empty. Justin took one last look around and turned off the ceiling lights in the Impressionist Gallery. Each painting was highlighted with a small lamp, and all together they cast a soft light into the main room. A movement at the other end caught his eye. The tall dark haired man made his way slowly, almost cat-like, toward him.  Justin was unable to move or take his eyes off the stranger. The cat-like movements were accentuated by the tight black leather pants and black silk shirt. His bare feet made no noise on the marble floor. The man was quickly in front of him, staring into his eyes, them, lithely, circling his body. Light touches flicked across his arm and shoulders, causing an almost electrical shock to course through his taut body. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said.  Justin knew he would do whatever the stranger wanted and the stranger knew Justin would follow his lead and in turn would be able to lead him. Justin realized his shirt had been opened when he felt small bites on each nipple. His breath caught as his pants were pushed down and the stranger took his hard cock into his mouth. He closed his eyes, letting the warm mouth do what it so expertly did. His breathing came in short gasps intermingled with soft moans that were cut off when his mouth was covered with soft moist lips. Somehow they were now both naked and Justin took his companion’s long hard cock into his mouth, returning the pleasure when the security alarm went off...

His eyes flew open, expecting to see a thief in the gallery. Instead, his alarm clock continued to ring, announcing the new day. Justin sighed and slapped at the snooze button hoping for just a few more minutes. He could still taste the man’s cock in his mouth and just maybe...

A crash from the kitchen dashed all hopes of returning to sleep and the dream he was enjoying.

“Owww,” Daphne yelled as Justin pulled on his underwear and went to see what all the commotion was about..

“Are you okay? What happened?” Daphne was picking pieces of glass off the floor. “I’ll get the broom and dust pan. Don’t move.” He also got her slippers from her bedroom and handed them to her before he started sweeping.

“My favorite mug,” she said, almost crying. “It’s the one you brought me from Disney World, with Goofy on it.” Justin had called her “goofy” enough over the years that he couldn’t resist buying it for her when he visited the amusement part several years ago.

“There, it’s all cleaned up. We’ll just have to remember to wear shoes for a while.” He looked at Daphne’s sad face. “Daph, it’s okay. Maybe we can visit Disney World together one day and I promise I’ll buy you another one.”

By the time he had Daphne calmed down, he was running late for work. He arrived just as the morning strategy session was beginning. “Taylor, I hope you don’t make this a practice,” Dale said.

“Uh, no sir. Sorry. Won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t. At least Kinney isn’t here, or you’d be in a lot more trouble. He hates when people are late or don’t give one hundred and ten percent of themselves here. Just remember that. Now let’s get back to work.”

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The steam hit his face the moment he entered the room. Sweat broke out over his chest and ran in little rivulets down his body. Hmmm, he thought, looking around the white tiled room. He saw the young blond sitting on the top tier, head back and eyes closed. This would be worth his while after all. Sitting on the bottom ledge near the blond, he casually reached under his towel and started stroking himself. The blond didn’t give any sign acknowledging his presence, so he decided to take matters into his own hands, as it were. He caressed the muscular legs, boldly following their length until his hand disappeared under the towel. The blond stirred and opened his legs, allowing easier access. One hand reached the firm balls and hardening cock as he undid the towel with his other hand. His mouth watered, anxious to taste the young man’s juices. He leaned over and licked up the shaft with his tongue then took the whole thing in his mouth. He worked his head up and down, savoring every moment. He felt the blond’s hand on his shoulder.  

“What’s taking you so long?” he asked. Brian stopped what he was doing and looked up at... Michael. “Jesus. What are you doing here?”

“You said you were meeting us at Woody’s two hours ago. You never showed up and we’re heading to Babylon now, so I came to see what was taking you so long. It’s a good thing I did.  You were sleeping. You’ve been gone all week and you promised you’d hang out with us tonight.”

Brian took a deep breath and tried not to let his frustration with his best friend show. “Well, I’m awake now, so let’s go.”

“What were you dreaming about? It must have been good. You had a smile on your face and a boner in your jeans.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Brian answered, as visions of blue eyes flashed before him. “Let’s go,” he said, grabbing the keys to the ‘vette as they walked out of the loft.

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Brian exited the elevator and turned toward his office in the executive hallway. Seconds later, the other elevator opened and Justin got out, turning in the opposite direction, toward the art and graphic’s department. He didn’t see Brian hesitate for a second before proceeding down the corridor, nor could he find a reason for the sudden tingling at the nape of his neck. He reached up and rubbed the spot, remembering the same sensation in his dream. He turned, thinking he might see the dark-haired man, but knew it was a foolish gesture even as he did it.

“Welcome back, Boss. How was the trip?”

“You make it sound like I was on vacation. Believe me it was no vacation.” He opened his office door and turned to his assistant. “Fifteen inutes and bring me a cup of strong coffee.” then quietly closed the door.

Exactly fifteen minutes later there was a knock on his door and Cynthia walked in without waiting for an answer.

“Here you go. Strong and lots of sugar.” She set the cup on his desk and took a seat, opening her memo pad. “Vance wants to see you at nine and bring the contracts. You have a meeting with the graphics people about the Sanderson Cookies account at ten and lunch with Leo Brown at one. He wants to go to The Black Angus. He said he’ll meet you there.”

“It’s great to be home. Thanks.” He took a swallow of the coffee. “Ah, Cynthia? Do you know anything about dreams?”

“Dreams? Not much. I know dreams about snakes are really about sex. That pretty much says it all.”

Brian couldn’t help the smile he gave her. Well, he didn’t dream about snakes, he dreamt about sex. Maybe that meant he was really dreaming about snakes. “The next time I go out of town for a week, make sure you are able to come with me. The temp they hired for me was for shit. She didn’t know a contract from pulp fiction.”

Cynthia nodded and left the office.

His meeting with Vance only took twenty minutes, so he had time before his next meeting at ten.  He planned on catching up on office email, but instead found himself daydreaming about the blond that had been haunting his night dreams. He leaned back in the chair and put his feet up on the desk. His eyes were soon closed and he fell asleep.

A knock at the door aroused him from his sleep. “Enter,” he yelled, wondering why Cynthia didn’t walk in like she usually did. The blond who entered wasn’t his assistant. The young man walked slowly but confidently into the office and looked around. “Nice office. I like the artwork.” Brian put his feet down, hiding the surprise he felt. Before he could say anything, the blond continued to speak. “I have something for you.” Brian watched as the young man approached his desk, pulling his shirt off and undoing his pants along the way.

“What are you doing? Who are you?”

The blond pushed Brian back into the chair and removed the belt from his dark blue Armani pants, then unbuttoned said pants and pulled down the zipper. His hard cock sprang free and the blond smiled up at him before placing his mouth over the head and rubbing his tongue over the hole. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he heard the blond say before...

“Brian, I said they’re waiting for you in the conference room.”

Brian quickly sat up and swung his feet off the desk, knocking his coffee cup off in the process.  The empty cup tumbled onto the soft carpet without breaking. Cynthia knelt down and picked it up, giving her boss a strange look. “Uh, give me a minute,” he said, hurrying into the bathroom adjoining his office. When he returned, he was once again himself. “Let’s go.”

The art department was in controlled chaos when Justin arrived. He put his messenger bag on the floor next to the empty desk he was using while he was there. Jeanette hurried by and Justin stepped in beside her. “What’s going on?”

‘Sanderson Cookies’ meeting today at ten. Kinney’s back and Dale won’t be in. His wife picked this morning to go into labor. I’m sure he had her do it on purpose, the coward.”

“Oh,” Justin said as he laughed. “I don’t know what everyone has to be nervous about. The artwork looks great.”

“You say it’s great and I say it’s great, but that doesn’t mean His Highness will say it’s great.  Well, actually, he never says anything’s ‘great’. If he doesn’t yell and we get a grunt and small nod, we figure we’re ahead of the game. Hey, how’d you like to see how the big boys play and sit in with us? Consider it a learning experience.”

“You mean it? Wow, that’s awesome. I’d love to.”

“Okay. We’re going up at nine forty-five to set up. Be ready.” She hurried away, answering her cell phone at the same time.

Justin kept his eye on the clock, making sure he was ready to go when the rest of the group left for the conference room. Nine-twenty. He wiped his palms on his pants leg, pretending he wasn’t nervous. Nine-twenty six.

“Justin, I know you were supposed to go to the meeting with us, but, there’ll be others. Could you stay down here and help Jeremy with his project? He has to be ready by tomorrow morning, and a bunch of new changes just came down for him and with Dale out...”

Not wanting to look too disappointed, Justin just said, “Sure.” He slowly walked over to Jeremy’s station, trying to look interested in what he was doing. When the “Sanderson” group left a short while later, Justin had the feeling he was missing something very important. Very important indeed. He worked with Jeremy for the rest of the day, impressed with the man’s talent and attention to detail. He actually asked Justin’s opinion of a few things, and even incorporated a few in the presentation. As much as he wanted to be in on the morning meeting, he had to admit, he learned a lot from this assignment.

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Justin answered the phone on the first ring and listened to the voice on the other end of the line.  It was soft and sexy, and could only belong to one person. It was him again.  The one with the dark hair and perfect golden tan. Justin was mesmerized by the seductive voice. “Are you naked?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Lie down on the bed.” Justin did as he was told.  “Touch yourself.”

Justin hesitated. “Go on,” the voice said, as if he could see the hesitation. Justin ran his hand down his chest to his flat stomach, then down to the soft blond hair at his pubes. “Does that feel good? You’re hard, aren’t you? I can see you.” “See me? Where are you?”

“I’m right here.” Justin followed the sound of the voice and saw the shadowy figure in the doorway. He hung up the phone, glad to have the real thing there. “Well, you’d better join me. I’d much rather you did this for me.” The dark haired man joined him on the bed and started pleasuring the young blond the best way he knew. He started with a kiss on the lips and trailed little kisses, sucks and licks all the way down the front of his body, then turned him over and started with the back. Justin was harder than he ever remembered being. All he wanted was release. He was almost there. He was floating, he saw stars when he closed his eyes, heard bells ringing far away. The closer he got, the louder the ringing got until he...

“Justin, it’s your mother. Guess you’re not there. I just wanted you to come to dinner next Sunday. I love you, Honey. I’ll talk to you this week. Bye. Molly says, “Hi”. Bye.”

Justin buried his head under his pillow, effectively muffling a long line of four-letter words.  What was it with these dreams, he wondered once he had calmed down. Who was this man who was driving him crazy? If he didn’t soon find out, well, well, he didn’t know what, but something was going to happen.

He knew sleep was out of the question. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was still early.  “Well,” he said to himself, “if I can’t sleep, I may as well go have some fun.” He showered and dressed in what Daphne had dubbed his “I’m gettin’ laid tonight” clothes.  The irony was that he had, in fact, never been laid. Oh, a little fooling around in the equipment room with one of the football players. Stuff like that. But never, never, did he actually “do it.” He headed for Liberty Avenue with the feeling that tonight would be different.

There was a big Saturday night crowd at Woody’s and the bartenders were busy enough that they didn’t bother to card him. Since he didn’t usually hang out there, he hardly knew anyone well, but that didn’t stop him from getting hit on. The trouble was, he wasn’t interested in just anyone.  He only wanted the mysterious dark haired man of his dreams. “Geez,” he thought. “That sounds so school girl.” But it didn’t matter, because it was the truth.

“Not interested,” he said to the short red-head who offered to buy him a beer.

Justin sighed, finished the beer he had bought for himself and left the bar.  Not quite sure what to do next, he walked down the street just taking in the sights. Liberty Avenue was still new enough to him that he could become overwhelmed with all the night time activity and bustle of men on the prowl. He saw the sign for BoyToy. A couple of guys in his class had talked about that particular bar and he decided to try it. But then, there was Babylon. He’d heard it was the hottest place on Liberty Avenue. He stopped under a street lamp to weigh his options and casually leaned against the post.

That’s when he felt the tingle on the back of his neck At first he thought it was his imagination.  He had been thinking so hard about his dream man, that he doubted his vision was real. He stood up straight to get a better look. The light cast a soft glow off of his blond hair.

Brian hesitated before getting into the Jeep. Something told him to look around. He stared at the figure in the lamp glow. Without a word to his companions, he shut the door and walked toward the young blond. “I’m seeing things,” he thought to himself. “There’s no way this is the same blond from my dreams.” The walk seemed to take forever, the blond just out of reach.

Justin moved ever so slightly away from the lamppost and watched the tall man walk toward him. “Yes,” he thought, resisting the urge to pinch himself.

“Had a busy night?”

“Just checking out the clubs.”

“Mmm. I have it on the best authority that there’s nothing in the clubs that would interest you.”

“Oh, no? Well, what do you say would interest me?”

“Me.”

“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Always.” Brian was trying to resist the urge to grab the blond and ravish him right there in the middle of Liberty Avenue. He didn’t want to scare the other man away.

“Then I guess I’m interested.” Justin wanted to wrap his arms around the tall man and never let him go. But he resisted.

Brian smiled. “This way.” Justin followed.

Brian sped away in the jeep, leaving his friends in a cloud of dust. Well, not dust really, but they were none too happy about being left there.

They rode in silence to the building on Tremont. Neither had told the other his name. In fact, they rode in silence, each wondering if this was really happening.

The elevator ride seemed to take forever as it climbed to the fourth floor.  The air inside the closed space was full of electricity. Both men could feel the power. Still, they said nothing.

Brian walked into the loft, knowing Justin was close behind him. He opened the refrigerator pulled out a bottle of water. He took a short drink, and poured the rest over his head. Justin watched the show from the entry way. Water dripped from the ends of the chestnut hair. Justin thought he had never seen anything so sexy in his life.

“Shut the door.” Justin did as he was told, pushing the heavy metal door closed. When he turned around, Brian was heading up the steps to a dark room Justin suspected was the bedroom.  Should he follow or not? Deciding it would be in his best interest to follow, he climbed the steps. He wanted to be in this man’s bed, be held in his arms. Be, just be, with this man.

“What took you so long, Sunshine?”

“Sunshine?” Justin smiled at the name.

They finally came together in a passionate kiss, like they had known each other forever. Clothes were shed and they tumbled onto the bed as one.

“I’ve never actually been with anyone before.”

“I know,” Brian said, smiling. “I’ll never hurt you. I want you to always remember this.  Remember that I’ll always be with you, no matter where you are or who you’re with.”

They made love as if they had memorized each other’s body in another time. When they were both sated, they lay together, still entwined.

“I know I never met you before, but I feel like...”

“Like we’ve done this before. Been together like this.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

They each slept soundly, undisturbed by dreams. Dreams weren’t necessary tonight. They had the real thing.

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