FQWL: Robert's sex dream
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moonshadowsRobert rolled over, feeling the sand shift under the beach towel, and smiled up at Jack as Jack smiled down at him.
"I brought you an ice cream cone," Jack said, handing over a tall, swirling vanilla soft-serve while he licked the chocolate cone in his other hand.
The way he was licking...Robert felt a stirring in his swimming trunks and sat up to hide his reaction. Absently, he licked his cone, but the coldness and sweetness of the ice cream didn't seem to register. On the other end of the beach towel, Jack was straight-up fellatiating the cone that now sported a remarkable resemblance to the erection Robert knew he was now sporting. As he licked, he tried to remember how - or why - they were at the beach, but nothing came to mind.
"Oh, you got some on you!"
Jack pointed, and sure enough, there were suggestive-looking drips of white fluid on his chest and the fabric clearly tenting over his hard-on. Suddenly, Robert knew what was coming because both of their ice cream cones had vanished. He was having The Beach Dream again. Jack would start by licking the ice cream off his chest, then move down to his belly, and then his trunks would vanish and Jack would be sucking his cock. Robert also knew that he would either wake up when he got close, or he'd never even get close. Either way, he'd wind up awake and hard and have to rub one out himself before facing the reality that he was too much of a fucking mess to actually have Jack do that sort of thing without it turning into a huge mistake.
So when Jack leaned in, Robert met him halfway and started kissing. Fuck it, this was a dream, may as well enjoy it while it lasted, right? He pressed for depth.
To his delight, Jack's lips parted and he let out a hungry moan. Robert kissed him fiercely, desperately, feeding that hunger and satisfying the urges that had been nagging at him for what felt like forever. Hearing Jack moan, feeling (or imagining) the vibration transmitted straight to his mouth made his cock twitch, and he broke the kiss to lavish attention to Jack's strong jawline.
"Rob!"
It was the tone of voice that usually begged, "Don't stop!" and Robert didn't. He left a trail of kisses down the column of Jack's throat, trailing down to one nipple where he paused to bite gently and then apologize with the tip of his tongue before continuing down the soft flesh of Jack's belly, feeling the muscles lurking just under the surface. Jack's bathing suit had vanished, which was just as well because it would only have been in the way anyway.
Jack's penis was...nondescript. Well, Robert supposed that was fair, he'd never seen it in the flesh. So to speak. If he concentrated, he was suddenly sure it would start to look like one of the other dicks he'd seen, so he didn't.
"Jack," he said, looking at the way the other man was blushing. Fuck, how could a grown man be that cute? "I love you."
Even in his dream, it sent a thrill of fear down into his belly, admitting that out loud. But Jack smiled back, the brilliant one that made him look like a goddamn angel in human guise.
"I love you too," he answered. "Rob? Will you make love to me?"
Oh god, even in his dream Jack was a gentle sap. Or was that just his subconscious betraying his own romantic thoughts?
"Of course," Robert assured him, leaning down to lose himself in Jack's mouth again.
His trunks had vanished. It was just his dick and Jack's ass and Robert didn't waste a single moment thinking about how inaccurate it was that he hadn't lubed. He just slid inside, his mind supplying the sensations from a horde of experiences, groaning into Jack's mouth as tight warmth encased him from tip to balls. Arms slid around his torso, tugging him closer. Ankles pressed against the backs of his legs, urging him deeper. Robert closed his eyes, focusing on the delicious sensations as he began to thrust. This was what he had wanted since he first saw Jack in the bar. This was what he was working so hard to straighten himself out for. This was...this was...
...this was Robert realizing that the dream had faded and he was humping his mattress, the blanket tangled around his legs.
Fuck.
Yet again, Robert reached for a tissue and rolled over, stroking himself as he did. Imagining Jack's eyes sliding shut, his cheeks flushed as he panted and moaned, begging Robert to go harder, harder, faster, more, he was so close, oh god Rob he was coming-
Robert groaned and pressed the wadded-up tissue against the head of his penis as he ejaculated.
Would it be weird if he asked Jack for a dick pic? It would get him blushing, he knew that. If he confessed to having recurring dreams of a sexual nature and wanting to be sure his fantasies matched reality, he was pretty sure Jack would let him see the digital goods, but would that be a step back in terms of dismantling his issues?
Could he bring himself to tell Lorraine about The Beach Dream?
He should, he knew. This - his subconscious - was an important tool in the battle to re-wire himself, and the way the dream had changed could be telling him something important.
Sighing, Robert dropped the tissue on the floor and reached for his phone. ASK ABOUT BEACH DREAM, he texted his therapist. Then he dropped it back on the bedside table and climbed out of bed. He definitely needed a cold shower before he went over to Jack's for breakfast. As for the dick pic, well...he'd wait and see what Lorraine had to say before he brought the subject up with Jack.
As the cold water sheeting down his body drove the last remnants of arousal out of him, a thought rose to the surface of his shivering mind: at least it hadn't been Joseph's dick.
=
"Rough night?" Jack asked, brows creasing in concern. "You look like hell."
Nothing a kiss won't fix, Robert thought, averting his eyes so Jack didn't see what he wasn't saying. "A little, yeah."
Jack's arms were warm around his torso, the scent of him clean and sweet. Robert trembled a little as he hugged back. Did he deserve this? Would Jack turn away and leave him if - when - he did make love to this angel, this perfect unicorn who by all right should neither exist nor give a shit about him?
"It's okay, Rob," Jack murmured. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
Robert laughed shakily. "Thank you, Jack. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that right now."
They hugged for another minute before separating, and Jack was giving him he shy smile that made him feel like a worthwhile human being instead of a selfish asshole.
"Question," Robert asked before he could chicken out. "That first night - when I asked if you wanted to come inside. If I hadn't been drunk...?"
Jack's smile changed to brilliant, a goddamn angel, the light of the divine made flesh and blushing.
"I would have said yes."
He wants me. He wants me. Suddenly, that cold shower wasn't nearly cold enough. Robert tried to fight the blush from his cheeks, the goofy grin off his face. "I need to use your bathroom," he muttered, hurrying off with cheeks flaming and eyes averted.
He wants me!
"I brought you an ice cream cone," Jack said, handing over a tall, swirling vanilla soft-serve while he licked the chocolate cone in his other hand.
The way he was licking...Robert felt a stirring in his swimming trunks and sat up to hide his reaction. Absently, he licked his cone, but the coldness and sweetness of the ice cream didn't seem to register. On the other end of the beach towel, Jack was straight-up fellatiating the cone that now sported a remarkable resemblance to the erection Robert knew he was now sporting. As he licked, he tried to remember how - or why - they were at the beach, but nothing came to mind.
"Oh, you got some on you!"
Jack pointed, and sure enough, there were suggestive-looking drips of white fluid on his chest and the fabric clearly tenting over his hard-on. Suddenly, Robert knew what was coming because both of their ice cream cones had vanished. He was having The Beach Dream again. Jack would start by licking the ice cream off his chest, then move down to his belly, and then his trunks would vanish and Jack would be sucking his cock. Robert also knew that he would either wake up when he got close, or he'd never even get close. Either way, he'd wind up awake and hard and have to rub one out himself before facing the reality that he was too much of a fucking mess to actually have Jack do that sort of thing without it turning into a huge mistake.
So when Jack leaned in, Robert met him halfway and started kissing. Fuck it, this was a dream, may as well enjoy it while it lasted, right? He pressed for depth.
To his delight, Jack's lips parted and he let out a hungry moan. Robert kissed him fiercely, desperately, feeding that hunger and satisfying the urges that had been nagging at him for what felt like forever. Hearing Jack moan, feeling (or imagining) the vibration transmitted straight to his mouth made his cock twitch, and he broke the kiss to lavish attention to Jack's strong jawline.
"Rob!"
It was the tone of voice that usually begged, "Don't stop!" and Robert didn't. He left a trail of kisses down the column of Jack's throat, trailing down to one nipple where he paused to bite gently and then apologize with the tip of his tongue before continuing down the soft flesh of Jack's belly, feeling the muscles lurking just under the surface. Jack's bathing suit had vanished, which was just as well because it would only have been in the way anyway.
Jack's penis was...nondescript. Well, Robert supposed that was fair, he'd never seen it in the flesh. So to speak. If he concentrated, he was suddenly sure it would start to look like one of the other dicks he'd seen, so he didn't.
"Jack," he said, looking at the way the other man was blushing. Fuck, how could a grown man be that cute? "I love you."
Even in his dream, it sent a thrill of fear down into his belly, admitting that out loud. But Jack smiled back, the brilliant one that made him look like a goddamn angel in human guise.
"I love you too," he answered. "Rob? Will you make love to me?"
Oh god, even in his dream Jack was a gentle sap. Or was that just his subconscious betraying his own romantic thoughts?
"Of course," Robert assured him, leaning down to lose himself in Jack's mouth again.
His trunks had vanished. It was just his dick and Jack's ass and Robert didn't waste a single moment thinking about how inaccurate it was that he hadn't lubed. He just slid inside, his mind supplying the sensations from a horde of experiences, groaning into Jack's mouth as tight warmth encased him from tip to balls. Arms slid around his torso, tugging him closer. Ankles pressed against the backs of his legs, urging him deeper. Robert closed his eyes, focusing on the delicious sensations as he began to thrust. This was what he had wanted since he first saw Jack in the bar. This was what he was working so hard to straighten himself out for. This was...this was...
...this was Robert realizing that the dream had faded and he was humping his mattress, the blanket tangled around his legs.
Fuck.
Yet again, Robert reached for a tissue and rolled over, stroking himself as he did. Imagining Jack's eyes sliding shut, his cheeks flushed as he panted and moaned, begging Robert to go harder, harder, faster, more, he was so close, oh god Rob he was coming-
Robert groaned and pressed the wadded-up tissue against the head of his penis as he ejaculated.
Would it be weird if he asked Jack for a dick pic? It would get him blushing, he knew that. If he confessed to having recurring dreams of a sexual nature and wanting to be sure his fantasies matched reality, he was pretty sure Jack would let him see the digital goods, but would that be a step back in terms of dismantling his issues?
Could he bring himself to tell Lorraine about The Beach Dream?
He should, he knew. This - his subconscious - was an important tool in the battle to re-wire himself, and the way the dream had changed could be telling him something important.
Sighing, Robert dropped the tissue on the floor and reached for his phone. ASK ABOUT BEACH DREAM, he texted his therapist. Then he dropped it back on the bedside table and climbed out of bed. He definitely needed a cold shower before he went over to Jack's for breakfast. As for the dick pic, well...he'd wait and see what Lorraine had to say before he brought the subject up with Jack.
As the cold water sheeting down his body drove the last remnants of arousal out of him, a thought rose to the surface of his shivering mind: at least it hadn't been Joseph's dick.
=
"Rough night?" Jack asked, brows creasing in concern. "You look like hell."
Nothing a kiss won't fix, Robert thought, averting his eyes so Jack didn't see what he wasn't saying. "A little, yeah."
Jack's arms were warm around his torso, the scent of him clean and sweet. Robert trembled a little as he hugged back. Did he deserve this? Would Jack turn away and leave him if - when - he did make love to this angel, this perfect unicorn who by all right should neither exist nor give a shit about him?
"It's okay, Rob," Jack murmured. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
Robert laughed shakily. "Thank you, Jack. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that right now."
They hugged for another minute before separating, and Jack was giving him he shy smile that made him feel like a worthwhile human being instead of a selfish asshole.
"Question," Robert asked before he could chicken out. "That first night - when I asked if you wanted to come inside. If I hadn't been drunk...?"
Jack's smile changed to brilliant, a goddamn angel, the light of the divine made flesh and blushing.
"I would have said yes."
He wants me. He wants me. Suddenly, that cold shower wasn't nearly cold enough. Robert tried to fight the blush from his cheeks, the goofy grin off his face. "I need to use your bathroom," he muttered, hurrying off with cheeks flaming and eyes averted.
He wants me!