Jamie
Going to that bar was a bad idea. I thought it would relieve some of the stress that has been piling up inside me, but all it's done is make it even worse. Sleep doesn't come easily. I toss and turn, kicking off the blanket, then dragging it back over me again. My skin feels too tight, too warm, like something's inside and trying to claw its way out.
While talking to Adrian earlier, it almost seemed like I blacked out for a second. I blinked, and it felt like something else took over. It doesn't make sense, but it felt so real.
There's something inside me.
My room is quiet except for the sound of the fan overhead. Matt is sleeping on the floor next to me, snoring so fucking loudly. I stare at the ceiling until the shapes blur, and at some point, I must drift off.
Because suddenly, I'm not in my room anymore.
I'm in the woods.
Moonlight cuts through the trees in long silver ribbons, everything sharp and unreal. The air is cold, alive and charged. I can hear my own heartbeat echoing in my ears. It's too fast. Too loud.
Something moves between the trees. Not threatening, exactly. But familiar. Like a presence I've felt before.
And then he's there.
Adrian.
He steps out from the shadows, barefoot, his shirt gone, eyes glinting like the moon itself. He doesn't say anything, just watches me with that unreadable expression, something calm and ancient behind it.
My throat goes dry. I take a step back, but the forest closes in behind me like it wants me to stay.
"You shouldn't be here," I whisper, though I don't even know if I mean the forest or my own head.
He moves closer. Slow, deliberate. "Neither should you."
There's a low rumble in his voice, one that feels more like sound than words. It vibrates through me, wakes something that shouldn't be awake.
The world tilts. The trees blur. And suddenly, everything sharpens into him. His presence, his eyes, the heat between us.
I can't breathe right. Can't think.
"Why do you keep showing up?" I ask, or maybe I think it.
Adrian's gaze drops to my hands, my chest, my pulse."You called me," he says quietly. "Even if you don't know how."
I shake my head, but my body doesn't move away. "That's, that's not possible."
He smiles, that beautiful smile that tugs on my heartstrings. This is a dream. It's not real, so I can do whatever I want in this moment. I reach for him, and he doesn't push me away. Touching Adrian is like fire. It burns, but I can't seem to pull away. His eyes remain glued to mine, his heart is beating so fast that I can't help but slide my hand to his chest, wanting to feel every part of him.
"You're the most attractive man I have ever met."
He chuckles. "You think so."
I nod. "Do you find me attractive?"
His eyes are still on me. My hand is still on his chest, but he hasn't pulled me away. He wants me touching him as much as I do. "You're a man."
I nod. "Last time I checked."
He smiles. "I've never found a man attractive."
That's not an answer.
"This is a dream. So I can do whatever I want, right?"
He shrugs. "You think this is a dream?"
I smile. "Why would you be naked in the middle of the woods with me in real life?"
"Like I said, you called me."
I scoff. "Yeah. So since I called you and you answered. Can I do something I've wanted to do since I first saw you?" He keeps saying I called him, but I don't know what that means. Adrian is a man I could only have in my dreams, so why waste it? I should enjoy this moment... right?
Adrian narrows his eyes. "What would that be?"
I take a step towards him, sliding my hand down his chest until I'm gripping his jeans. Feeling him harden against me. "It seems like you want me too."
He lets out a curse. I smirk.
"Do you want me to do something about it?" I cup his cock against his jeans. He closes his eyes. I was just going for a kiss. Kissing him was all I wanted to do before I felt his dick and how big he is.
Fuck.
He nods slowly, permitting me. Slowly, I get down on my knees, and he watches me. Waiting for me to make him feel good. I reach for his belt and pull it off. taking his jeans off in a hurry. His cock springs free, and I ogle it like it's a prize and I just won.
"Fuck, you're big."
He smiles. "Do you think you can take it all?"
I nod enthusiastically, wanting a taste of him. He grabs strands of my hair, and before I can say anything, I take him in my mouth. Just the tip at first.
I can taste the saltiness of his precum on my tongue, and it makes me want more. I take the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking gently while continuing to stroke the rest of his length with my hand. Adrian's hips buck involuntarily, pushing himself further into my mouth. I relax my throat, taking him deeper until I feel the head hit the back of my throat. I swallow around him, and this brings out a moan from him. The sound does something to me. I never thought I'd hear that kind of sound coming from him.
Fuck.
I pull back, gasping for air. My lips are slick with saliva and Adrian's precum, my eyes watering slightly. I look up at him, his expression intense, almost pained. He reaches down, cupping my cheek gently. His thumb brushes across my lower lip, wiping away a stray drop of moisture. "This feels so good," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with need. I smile softly, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words.
I take Adrian by surprise when I suddenly take him deep into my throat. He grunts, his fingers tightening painfully in my hair as I begin to bob my head up and down rapidly. Saliva drips from my chin, coating both our bodies with its wetness. The sound of my eager slurping fills the quiet night air, punctuated only by the occasional grunt or moan from Adrian.
Adrian's hips begin to thrust in time with my movements, fucking my face without a care in the world. This is a dream, but it feels so real.
"Fuck, Jamie," he growls, his voice strained. I can feel his cock swelling even larger in my mouth, and I know he's close. I double my efforts, sucking harder and stroking faster, determined to make him come undone. "I'm gonna cum," he warns, giving me a chance to pull back if I want. But I don't want to stop. I never want to stop. There's a hunger inside me that I've never experienced before.
I want it all with him.
Adrian's warning barely registers before he's thrusting deep into my throat, holding me still as he comes. I gag slightly, tears streaming down my face as he empties himself into my mouth. His cock twitches with each pulse of release, sending warm streams of cum shooting down my throat. When he finally pulls out, I cough and sputter, trying to catch my breath. Adrian looks down at me, his chest heaving with exertion.
Adrian watches me with a mixture of concern and fascination as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, smearing saliva and cum across my chin. He releases his grip on my hair, running his fingers through the tangled strands to smooth them out. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice husky from exertion. I nod, swallowing the last remnants of his release and standing up to face him.
Adrian's hands are still cradling my face, his thumbs brushing away the remnants of our encounter. "That was incredible," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, see the rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath. There's something different in his eyes now, a spark that wasn't there before. Or maybe it was always there, hidden beneath layers of restraint.
I want to kiss him.
Would he want that too?
Slowly, he leans forward, and I know what's about to happen. He wants to kiss me, too, but this is a dream. I want to taste his lips for the first time in real life.
I don't want to just dream it.
I stop him by taking a step back, and he watches me, uncertain. "This is a dream."
He smiles. "So you've said."
I nod. "You're not attracted to men, but you let me suck your dick. Would you let me kiss you in real life?"
He nods. "Only one way to find out."
"How?"
"Wake up and ask me, Jamie."
And I do, with a jolt, gasping, heart pounding.
The room is dark. The fan hums. Matt's still asleep.
But my skin is slick with sweat, my pulse still racing, and the sound of that voice, his voice, still lingers in my head. I can taste his cum in my mouth.
I stumble to the sink, splash cold water on my face, and stare into the mirror.
For a split second, just long enough to make me doubt everything, my reflection doesn't look like mine. My eyes flash gold.
Then it's gone.
By morning, I've convinced myself that it was just a dream.
A weird, too vivid, too sweaty, too sexy, probably-caused-by-cheap-bar-nachos dream. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
I drag myself out of bed, shower, and tell my reflection not to look so freaked out. "You're fine," I mutter. "Totally fine. Just maybe… don't Google gold eyes while dreaming about hot guys in forests."
Matt raises an eyebrow over his cereal when I come out. "Rough night?"
"Didn't sleep much."
"You look like you wrestled a bear."
"Funny," I say, grabbing a granola bar. "Pretty sure I'd remember that."
He shrugs. "Maybe it'd explain why you keep zoning out anytime Adrian's around."
I freeze halfway through opening the wrapper. "What?"
"Don't 'what' me. You've been weird since that camping trip. And now the track god so much as breathes near you and you short-circuit." He grins. "It's kinda adorable."
"Yeah, nothing about me short-circuiting is adorable."
Matt's still talking, but my brain drifts. The memory of the dream flickers, Adrian's voice, the heat, the way it felt real. I shake it off. Stress. Sleep deprivation. Definitely not fate or whatever weird nonsense my brain's inventing.
Classes blur by in a caffeine haze. By the time I leave the lecture hall, the sun's high and the quad is buzzing. I'm halfway across when I notice two people standing by the fountain.
They're dressed normally, jeans, hoodies, but something about them is off. Too still. Too aware. Their eyes track movement like they're cataloguing threats.
When I pass, one of them murmurs something to the other. The air shifts. Instinct kicks in, sharp and unfamiliar. Every hair on my arm stands up.
Keep walking. Don't look back. This is just me being paranoid, yet again.
I cut across the grass, trying not to seem paranoid, but my heart's pounding. I duck into the student café, order the first thing I can think of, black coffee, no room for questions, and slide into a corner booth.
Through the window, I catch a glimpse of them again. One's pretending to look at his phone. The other… definitely looking at me.
And then, as if sensing my attention, they both turn away.
I press my palms to the table, exhale. "Okay," I whisper to myself. "Either I'm losing it, or I've got campus paparazzi."
"Or," a voice says behind me, smooth and familiar, "you've got the worst poker face I've ever seen."
I turn.
Adrian stands there, casual, a half-smile on his lips, track jacket unzipped just enough to make my pulse stutter.
"Mind if I join you?" he asks.
My mouth says, "Sure." My brain screams, No.
Because suddenly, the air feels like the dream again, charged, heavy, dangerous.
And this time, I'm awake.