So this is what it’s like?
Chapter Fifteen
Jethro
I dream a lot.
A whole fucking lot, even if I sleep too little. I dream of the past, of blood and blades, of pain and terror, of all the bad endings I could have had.
And then I dream of my lovers, of touching them, kissing them, sinking into them, and I can see no endings, only beginnings, and all of them good.
These dreams give me hope.
Fuck me, that was so hot.
Joel is sprawled on the bed, arms and legs flung wide, head thrown back on the pillows, his chest covered in his cum.
He shivers when I pull the black dildo out and toss it on the bed.
Christ. My late night fantasies just got way filthier. Hey, I’m often awake during the night, and despite what Candy and Joel think, I don’t always sit drawing or watching TV. Jacking off goes some way in making up for the terror of the nightmares and the exhaustion the insomnia leaves behind.
I’m hard again, but I’ll just rub one out in the shower. I definitely need a shower, and I should drag J and Candy with me, too. We’re all covered in cum and sweat.
Hold on, maybe not together, or we’ll never go to bed tonight. And I need to sleep. The lack of sleep is starting to catch up with me.
I make as if to get up, but Candy stops me with a hand on my chest. She leans in and gives me a quick kiss.
“You rock, Jethro Connors.”
The full use of my name has me caught between wincing and laughing. “You, too, Sugar Babe.”
“Me too,” J mumbles from his boneless sprawl, one blue eye cracking open.
“You too, what? You rock?”
“No. I want a kiss.”
Damn. Joel rarely lets his guard down so much. Something sweet and hot unfurls in my chest. Candy shoots me a wide-eyed look. We both bend over him and he wraps his arms around us, so that we take turns kissing him.
That, of course, makes my not-so-little problem worse. I gasp when Joel drags me closer, trapping my hard dick between our bodies.
He’s so far gone, he doesn’t seem to notice. He’s drunk on post-orgasmic endorphins. He tur
ns toward me, his mouth descending on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, and oh fuck, I’m so close, I think I…
“Fuck,” I hiss in his mouth as my dick jerks and I come against his side, grunting and rutting, unable to help it.
He laughs, a low rumble of laughter, and Candy drapes herself over him, trying to see what happened.
“What are you boys up to?”
“Jet just came all over me.” Joel captures my grumble with his mouth, giving me another thorough kiss before I manage to pull back.
“I need to shower. If not I’ll get so stuck on you, you’ll need pliers to pull me off.”
“Maybe I don’t want to pull you off,” Joel whispers. “Either of you. Maybe I want you both stuck on me.”
I blink, something hot stinging my eyes and poking at my heart. “Yeah, but maybe not literally.”