Dream a Little Dream of Me

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

(Kahn-Schwandt-Andre)

Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

Birds singin' in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be

Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear

Still craving your kiss

I'm longing to linger till dawn dear

Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

But in your dreams whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear

Still craving your kiss

I'm longing to linger till dawn dear

Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you

Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you

But in your dreams whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me

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Our last night together.

We spent the evening and most of the night making love, fucking, sucking and rimming each other until we collapsed in a heap, breathless and in pleasant exhaustion. He's fast asleep with his arms around me.

Somehow I've managed to extricate myself from his grip without waking him. He looks so peaceful, almost vulnerable in a way. He's sensed that I'm not there and he hugs my pillow as a meager substitute, inhaling my scent, even as he sleeps. I creep into the bathroom, shut the door and take a quick shower. I hope the sound of the water doesn't wake him.

I look around the bathroom as I towel off and can't help but smile as I reminisce about the hundreds of showers we've taken together. My almost lifeless cock twitches with each memory.

I write a note and lay it on my side of the bed. He'll be pissed but it's better this way. Hot tears sting my eyes as I watch him sleep. So beautiful, so strong, so full of the love he tries to deny but I know it's there. I kiss his sleeping brow.

Quietly, I pad over to the window. The night is clear and even with the lights from the city I can see the stars and pray on each one to watch over him. I wonder if the stars will look the same in L.A. This will be a difficult separation for both of us. I have to do this, go away and do the best I can for the Rage movie. He understands this and lets me go, go to become a ‘staahh', or try my damnedest to do a good job. Make him proud of me. I wont let him down, wont let Michael or the family down. Do the best I can to stay true to Rage.

My plane leaves at 6AM, he wants to drive me to the airport but I don't think I can stand to say goodbye, again. It's three, I've called a cab and my bags are at the door, I'll meet the cab outside so the buzzer doesn't wake him.

"Justin."

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"M'kay."

Shit, he almost woke up. I hope I can still sneak out. Damn, my allergies. He's quiet, deep asleep again.

One last look at him, one last look at the loft. I'll feel him all the way to California and he'll feel me too, for days, if I'm lucky. My notorious bottom top.

I'll be dreaming about him every night while we're apart, maybe he'll dream about me.

"I love you Brian. Pleasant dreams."

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