Dream of Me

Kate Steele

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Dream of Me

It was the middle of the night, and Adam was up again, pacing the floor. His

mind was filled with fear. Anxiety rode him like a heavy, dark cloak. He’d had the

dream again. The one that made him wake in terror, his vocal cords straining to scream.

He shuddered and forced himself to take deep breaths, struggling to stay calm.

With a shaking hand, he combed his fingers through his dark brown hair, tousling locks

that were already a mess. Taking in another deep breath, he headed for the kitchen,

turning on lights as he went. A small thrill of fear coursed through his veins as he

stepped into each room. The dream had left him shaky. He half expected something to

jump out at him.

In the kitchen, he made himself some herbal tea and sat in the breakfast nook,

back to the wall, legs stretched out on the bench seat. He slowly sipped the tea, aromatic

steam rising to heat his face as he stared at the phone on the wall. The ticking of the

wall clock seemed loud in the silence.

“Why didn’t I tell Jack?”

He’d been on the phone with his best friend, Jack, earlier in the evening. The

dream had been haunting him for several weeks now, yet he couldn’t bring himself to

mention it. He kept holding back, when all he wanted was to spill his guts and have

Jack tell him it was all right. Jack would discuss it with him. He’d laugh and make

Adam laugh too. But Adam couldn’t bear to make himself look foolish. To feel that

vulnerable. To tell the truth.

He’d thought about the dream, analyzed it, combed the Internet for an

interpretation and finally admitted to himself that his subconscious was bringing forth

in this dream form the thing he feared most. Never being able to have Jack the way he

really wanted. Not only as his best friend but his lover, his mate.

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Adam was a writer and given to flights of fancy, although he considered himself

surprisingly logical when the occasion called for it. As a Pisces and under a double sign,

he sometimes felt torn by who he was -- at times over-imaginative, at others staid and

dull.

When it came to dreams, he wished the dull side would take control, but more

often than not, it was that overly fanciful, inner vision that reigned supreme. He’d seen

Jaws more than twenty-five years ago and still, sometimes in the shower, he’d have to

keep his eyes open. He could almost swear there was something creeping up on him.

Jack lived just across town, and yet they talked for hours on the phone as well as

seeing each other nearly every day. Jack, too, was a writer. The two of them critiqued

each other’s work, and ran ideas and suggestions past each other. Although Adam

enjoyed their time together, it was also a source of continuing torment. Adam was gay,

Jack was straight, and Adam loved Jack far more than just a friend.

Jack knew Adam was gay and had no problem with it. Adam wished he could be

as accepting of Jack being straight. Every time Jack would tell him about his latest date,

Adam would cringe inside. He knew Jack didn’t mean to be cruel. In turn, Adam would

reciprocate and tell Jack about his own dates. Jack never said too much.

Adam continued his lonely vigil in the kitchen, brooding over his tea, until

drooping eyelids and fatigue forced him to again seek his bed. He shut the lights off

behind him as he returned to the bedroom, but left the light on in the adjoining

bathroom. It hurt his pride, this need for a nightlight, but by this time he was just too

plain scared to go to sleep in the dark.

Ill at ease but oh so tired, he settled back in bed, hoping the rest of the night

would pass peacefully. It was not to be. As soon as he was deep enough in sleep, the

dream, once again, began to take shape. A part of him knew it, saw it happening, but

was helpless to prevent it.

His body stirred restlessly, as in the dream, his eyes opened and he stared into

absolute darkness. A dark figure, blacker than the darkness that filled the room, leaned

over him. A deep, raspy voice began to whisper in his ear. He couldn’t understand the

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words, didn’t want to know what they were. Cold terror filled him as he fought any

comprehension of what that dark figure tried to communicate, until he woke,

struggling to scream.

With the waking, Adam’s pride went out the window. Hands shaking, he picked

up the phone and hit the speed dial for Jack. According to his bedside clock, it was one

thirty-seven in the morning. Adam prayed Jack would answer. As the phone rang and

rang, his hope began to die, until he heard a sleepy, disgruntled voice on the other end

of the line.

“Adam, this better be good,” Jack rasped.

Adam’s relief was so profound, his throat closed as he choked back a sob. He

wanted to speak, struggled to speak, but couldn’t.

“Adam?” Jack’s voice cleared, his concern apparent. “Are you all right?”

Forcing himself to breathe, Adam finally managed three words. “I need help.”

Jack’s voice became firm and commanding. “Did someone break in? Is someone

in the house?”

“No! Nothing like that,” Adam rushed to assure him. “I… well… fuck! I had a

nightmare. I’ve been having nightmares,” he finally admitted.

There was a moment’s silence. “I’ll be right there,” Jack replied. No questions, no

teasing remarks. Adam expressed his need and Jack was coming.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Adam opened the door, and there stood

Jack. Unlike Adam, with his dark hair, brown eyes and pale skin, Jack was golden. He

had blond hair, blue eyes and sun-bronzed skin. He often teased Adam about getting

some sun, but Adam declared it was boring to sit around with nothing to do but sweat.

“So, what’s going on with you?” Jack asked, walking in.

Adam led the way into the living room and began pacing the floor, trying to

explain the dream and how it terrified him. Lack of sleep, coupled with embarrassment,

was making him agitated and incoherent.

Jack watched him, his gaze never leaving Adam’s face, until finally, he spoke one

word. “Adam.”

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Adam halted his pacing and looked at Jack. Jack’s eyes were filled with concern,

and yet a slight smile curved his lips.

He patted the cushion at his side. “Come here. Sit by me a minute,” he said with

gentle insistence.

Adam complied, his nerves were raw and on edge. Jack’s scent filled his nostrils.

Warm and slightly musky, it wrapped itself around him and worked itself inside.

Adam’s groin tingled and he inwardly cursed as his cock began to respond.

What happened next shocked his burgeoning erection into subsiding for a

moment, but only a moment.

Jack draped his arm over Adam’s shoulders and pulled him close. His hand

found Adam’s face and turned his head until their eyes met. In slow motion, Adam saw

his face move closer until his vision was filled with Jack. He closed his eyes. Lips

touched his, a light tentative touch, and then another, and another. Each one was a little

firmer, a little more confident, until Jack’s lips settled against Adam’s and his tongue

slid across the seam of his lips, urging them open.

Instinctively Adam’s lips obeyed, and both men moaned as Jack’s tongue, with a

slow, lazy sweep, slid into Adam’s mouth. He gently explored and Adam reciprocated,

eating the hot, sweet taste of Jack. It was a taste so vivid and intoxicating, his mind

floated free, lost in the utter purity of it.

Jack finally broke the kiss and Adam opened his eyes to the most beautiful,

angelic smile he’d ever seen. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that,” Jack

confessed.

“But you… you’re straight.” Adam replied, shocked at his admission.

“Not exactly. I like women and usually go out with them. I’ve actually been with

a man or two, and liked that. But I love you,” Jack stated simply, as though it were the

most natural thing in the world for him to say.

Adam’s eyes widened with surprise. “What?” he yelled.

Jack’s eyes filled with consternation. “Look, Adam, I know I probably shouldn’t

have just blurted it out like that. I should have taken my time and asked you out or

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something. Led up to it slowly. But damn it, I can’t stand this anymore. We work

together nearly every day, and every day I feel more and more like I’m going to explode

if I can’t touch you. Do you have any idea how it kills me to hear you talk about going

out with other guys?”

Adam rose from the couch, his face filled with anger. “What about you? You and

your women. How do you think I feel? Knowing I can’t touch you, can’t be with you,

can’t love you.”

Jack rose from the sofa and faced Adam. “Can you?”

“Can I what?” Adam asked belligerently.

“Love me?” Jack asked softly.

“I do love you!” Adam confessed vehemently.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop yelling. I love you too.”

Adam stared at him and a slow smile spread across Jack’s lips. He frowned, his

panting breaths returning to normal, then snorted with amusement, realizing he’d been

neatly manipulated.

“You bastard. You think you’re smart, don’t you?” Adam asked.

Jack moved forward and took Adam into his arms. “Yeah, pretty much so.”

His mouth closed over Adam’s and he again found himself lost in Jack’s kiss.

Adam’s cock, which had lost its enthusiasm during their short argument, reasserted its

interest. He groaned when one of Jack’s hands skimmed over his back and down to

grasp a handful of taut, rounded ass cheek. He pulled Adam in tight, groin to groin,

and ground his hips against him. Jack’s cock had risen to greet his own.

Adam pulled his mouth free. “Bedroom,” he gasped.

“About time,” Jack agreed.

Adam led the way and Jack followed. When they reached his room, Jack hustled

him in, grabbed him around the waist and took him down to the bed. They rolled until

Jack was on top, pinning Adam beneath him.

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Adam moaned at the exquisite feel of Jack’s body stretched over his own. Even

fully clothed, it was wildly sensual and yet comforting to have the man he’d wanted for

so long touching him so completely.

Jack looked down at him and lifted a hand, brushing the hair back from Adam’s

face. The gesture was so tender and loving, Adam felt tears gather in his eyes.

“Don’t cry, babe. God, you are so beautiful. I want to make love to you. Will you

let me, Adam? Will you let me love you?”

Adam nodded and whispered, “Please.” It was all he could manage past the

lump that had formed in his throat.

Jack leaned in and placed a warm, tender kiss on Adam’s lips. He rolled off

Adam, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He stood and began to undress.

Toeing off his shoes, he pulled his T-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor.

Adam almost groaned at the sight. He’d seen the beauty of Jack’s body before,

during those few, tortuous, sunbathing sessions. Knowing that he was going to touch

what he’d only dreamed of made the sight so much more erotic.

Jack’s torso was well toned. Every part of him, his chest, abs and arms, were well

defined and muscular. Jack worked out regularly and it showed. Something else that

showed was the silky-soft, golden whorls of hair that covered his chest. Adam couldn’t

wait to run his fingers through that gilded pelt.

Jack reached for the button on his jeans and Adam quickly sat up. “Let me,” he

said.

“This first,” Jack answered. He reached for Adam’s T-shirt and pulled it over his

head. It joined Jack’s shirt on the floor beside the bed. Adam shivered as the fabric slid

over his skin, and his nipples hardened at the gossamer touch.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Adam spread his legs and Jack stepped between

them. His crotch was at a near perfect level, his cock in just the right position to be

sucked.

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Adam put his arms around Jack’s waist and rested his head against Jack’s

stomach. A rumbling purr from Jack broadcast his approval, and his fingers combed

gently through Adam’s hair. Adam smiled.

“I feel that,” Jack said softly.

“What?”

“Your smile. Your sweet, loving, joyful smile.”

Adam leaned back and looked up at Jack. Jack leaned down and kissed him. His

kisses were soft and sweet, yet hot and sensual. Adam felt his head spin. When Jack

released him, Adam opened the button on Jack’s jeans and carefully slid the zipper over

the thick bulge that filled them. Jack had dressed in a hurry. He hadn’t worn socks… or

underwear. When the zipper was fully down and the fabric parted, Jack’s cock sprang

free.

Adam could swear he’d never seen a more perfect sight. Jack’s jeans slid down

and he stepped out of them. All the while, Adam kept his eyes glued to the sight of his

cock. It was fully erect, straining eagerly upward with clear fluid leaking from the

plump, reddened cap. Thick and ivory-hued, several prominent, bluish veins wrapped

a shaft that was at least eight inches long.

Adam’s breath began to speed with anticipation. He reached up and wrapped

his fingers around Jack’s cock. Jack groaned at the touch. Adam leaned forward and

took a deep breath. Jack’s scent swept into him. It was the scent of aroused man. A tart,

yet musky spice that filled Adam’s head and drew him ever closer. His tongue flicked

out and laved the head of Jack’s cock. The pre-cum was sweet, warm syrup. Scent and

taste combined, beckoned and enticed. Adam took Jack’s cock into his mouth, his

tongue massaging the underside as he lightly sucked.

Jack’s hands found Adam’s shoulders. His head fell back and he groaned with

pleasure. Adam took more of Jack into his mouth, reveling in the feel of him there. He

couldn’t believe the sensations rushing through him as Jack filled his mouth. Adam was

sure he’d found paradise. When Jack began to pull away, Adam was so into the feeling,

a growl rumbled from his throat like he was an animal being denied his prey.

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“Adam, stop. Stop, baby. I don’t want to come yet.”

Jack’s urgent request filtered through the primitive fog that filled Adam’s brain

and he released Jack. Jack pushed Adam back on the bed and reached for his shorts.

Adam too had dressed without benefit of underwear, and Jack got his first view of

Adam’s cock as he slid the shorts down and off.

“Oh, yeah,” he breathed and without hesitation leaned down, his tongue sliding

over the swollen head of Adam’s cock.

“Jack!” Adam gasped, his hips coming off the bed when Jack took his rampant

cock into his mouth.

The wet heat of Jack’s mouth seared Adam. His tongue did some magical dance

on Adam’s skin that kept Adam straining beneath him. Jack’s hands went to Adam’s

hips and he held him down as he worked his mouth up and down the hard throbbing

length of Adam’s cock. Non-stop moans and pants accompanied the wet sounds of

sucking. Adam’s struggles became more urgent and Jack pulled away.

“I don’t want you coming yet either,” he said with a grin.

Jack urged Adam to move further up on the bed so they could lie comfortably

next to each other. Once there, Jack draped his body partially over Adam’s, kissing him

gently. Adam could taste the faint flavor of his own pre-cum in Jack’s mouth. Jack’s

kisses began slow and tender, eventually turning wild and fevered until he was

ravaging Adam’s mouth.

He ended the kiss, his mouth moving down over Adam’s throat. Jack bit gently

and sucked, drawing blood to the surface of Adam’s skin. Chills slid over Adam’s body

and a growl was torn from his throat. His hands reached up and fisted in Jack’s hair.

Jack smiled and released his hold on Adam’s skin. His hands found Adam’s wrists and

he forced them up and back, pinning Adam’s arms to the bed.

He gave Adam a sultry smile. “I’ve branded you. You’re mine.”

“Always,” Adam whispered.

“Forever,” Jack acknowledged.

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His lips once more found Adam’s and the kiss was tender, loving, filled with

promise that again turned to hot, urgent passion. Jack moved down Adam’s body,

kissing and licking. Upon reaching one tightly mounded nipple, he paused and lowered

his mouth to it. His teeth closed gently around it, lightly tugging as his tongue swirled

and danced over the sensitized bundle of nerves.

Adam arched beneath him, his pants and groans of pleasure joining the small,

wet, suckling sounds. Jack switched to the other nipple, worshipping it in a similar

fashion until Adam was squirming beneath him. Releasing the reddened nipple, he

moved upward until he was able to whisper in Adam’s ear.

“Please tell me you have lube and condoms.”

“In the drawer,” Adam breathed and shivered.

The moist heat of Jack’s breath tickled his ear but a moment before his tongue

teased the delicate whorls. Adam shuddered and moaned when Jack’s tongue began a

gentle fucking motion in and out of his ear.

“Jack, please!”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me!”

“I’m getting to it, babe. I’m getting to it.”

Jack reached over and opened the drawer in the bedside table, finding the

needed items. He urged Adam to turn on his stomach and began caressing his back and

buttocks, rubbing and massaging. Adam’s hips slowly undulated against the bed, his

need growing.

Finally, Jack concentrated his movements on the cheeks of Adam’s ass and gently

parted them. One lubed finger connected with the puckered opening. It slid over the

gossamer soft wrinkles, then gently probed. Each inward movement went deeper and

deeper until Jack’s finger was fully immersed.

Adam’s breath was coming in fast, shallow pants. The movement of his hips

increased. Wordlessly, he welcomed the penetration. The feel of Jack’s finger buried in

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his ass while his hard, aching cock was treated to the friction and pressure between his

body and the bed was exquisite.

Jack finger-fucked him for a time until the tight ring of muscle relaxed. Using

patience and lots of lube, he worked in a second finger and then a third until his fingers

easily reamed the opening and Adam was once again begging to be taken.

Jack withdrew his fingers and urged Adam to his back. He knelt between his

spread legs and pulled them up and over his shoulders, exposing Adam’s ready

opening. Their eyes locked. Jack’s cock, slippery with lube and his own warm juices,

nudged Adam’s entrance. Adam bore down as Jack pressed in, the head of his cock

piercing the tight ring of Adam’s sphincter. They both froze when his muscles clamped

down.

“Easy, baby, easy,” Jack murmured as Adam struggled to relax.

Jack pushed forward and his cock began its slow, inward journey. He moved in,

then out, an inch at a time. Each forward movement buried him a little deeper and

deeper still, until he was in, fully and completely in possession of Adam’s body.

All the while, Adam was lost in the sensation. He savored the feel of Jack moving

inside his body. The slow stretch and mild burn of muscles not used to such treatment.

Since meeting Jack, his sexual activity with other men had waned and trickled down to

nothing. It was Jack his heart and body yearned for. Anyone else was a pale substitute.

Jack’s body radiated heat. It seeped into Adam’s every pore. He welcomed the

joining, the feel of it, overpowering -- the thought of it, overwhelming. His emotions

were on overload. Tears ran down from the outer corners of his eyes. Jack eased

Adam’s legs from his shoulders and urged him to wrap them around his waist. He

leaned over Adam until they were face to face.

“Adam. Adam, sweetheart, look at me. Baby, please, look at me,” he murmured

softly.

Adam opened his eyes. Everything he felt was reflected there. The love he had

for Jack, the pleasure of feeling him inside his body. It all felt so impossibly right, yet

disbelief still lingered in his eyes.

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“It’s true, I promise,” Jack soothed. “I’m here now, Adam. I promise you it’s real.

I love you.”

Jack wrapped Adam in his arms, his body over his and in his, and held on tight.

Adam returned the embrace, afraid to let go now that he had what he’d longed for.

Knowing that Jack understood was more than comforting. Adam loosened his grip. Jack

eased up and they looked at each other. Small smiles played at their lips. Jack leaned in

to kiss him and Adam welcomed him eagerly. He welcomed the wet heat of Jack’s

tongue, his own meeting it, the two of them dancing and mating.

Arousal reasserted itself and Adam pushed up, causing Jack’s cock to move

within him. Jack took the hint and began slowly thrusting, withdrawing, before once

again sliding deep. Adam’s thoughts splintered, the shards falling away as his body

took control. The pleasure rose, the heat increased. Naked skin grew moist with effort.

The bed shook and squeaked with the movement of their bodies as they strove together

to reach the distant peak that beckoned.

Adam’s cock was pressed between their hot, sweaty bodies. The wet friction was

taking him higher, even as Jack’s cock hit the firm knot of his prostate with each deep

thrust into the silken heat of Adam’s channel. Jack’s mouth took Adam’s. Their panting

breaths fed each other as they labored. Adam’s moans and Jack’s grunts of effort grew

louder, more insistent.

Adam felt his balls draw up. The unmistakable tingle was telling him that climax

was near. Lost in the feeling, the thought barely had time to form before his cock

swelled and hardened that last little bit. Hard spurts of hot semen spit between their

bodies as Adam came.

He literally howled with the intensity of it. Powerful ripples of pleasure radiated

through his body. His muscles shuddered with the force of it. From a distance, he heard

Jack’s shout and felt the swell and quiver of his cock as he spurted his essence deep into

the thin sleeve of latex that separated them. He shot again and again, each burst

accompanied by a hard, straining thrust of his hips.

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Jack collapsed against Adam and they lay panting, their hearts pounding as the

pleasure slowly receded. Jack’s cock softened and slipped from Adam’s body, the feel

of it a gentle, parting caress. Jack rolled to his back and pulled Adam with him until he

lay cuddled at his side, Adam’s head resting on his shoulder.

“All right, babe?” he questioned softly. His hand tenderly caressed Adam’s back.

“Oh, yeah,” Adam replied, his voice lazy. He was well loved and truly sated. He

started to drift off to sleep then suddenly remembered his nightmare. “What about my

dream?” he asked.

Jack’s hand found his ass and swatted him lightly. “No more nightmares,” he

ordered. “From now on, you dream of me and how much I love you.”

Adam snuggled in and settled down with a sigh and did just that. Not only that

night, but the next and the next and the next…

Kate Steele

What is it they say? Watch out for the quiet ones? Kate Steele has found that

writing is the ideal way to release all those wild inner urges and she’s just getting

started. “I’m aging in reverse. With the help of lots of plastic surgery and vitamins I

fully expect to have my own male harem by the time I hit 90.” For now she’s settling for

the quiet life in rural Indiana with family and pets. Guilty pleasure: Singing in the car.

“With the volume loud enough I sound just like Celine Dion!” You can contact Kate and

sing-a-long at [e-mail] or visit her website at www.katesteele.com.