The Queen & the Homo Jock King (At First Sight 2)

Darren and Vince pushed me out of the way, knocking me on my ass as they latched themselves to Paul’s chest.

“That’s the good stuff,” Paul sighed. “I like this quite a bit.”

And then a marching band began to walk through the back room with Paul’s nana leading the way, cackling while she twirled a baton and pranced around.

The actor known as Johnny Depp followed behind them in full Pirates of the Caribbean costume, and as he passed me, he looked down and said, “Paul’s a fudgepacker, ya savvy?”

“I savvy,” I said, because I really did.

“Enough with the foreplay,” Paul said. “It’s time for a four-way.”

And he reached for me.

So naturally, I screamed myself awake.

IT WAS only a moment later when the light flipped on in my room, a sweet dark-skinned boy staring at me with wide eyes. “What the hell?” Corey Ellis demanded, running his hands over his sleep-rough face. “Are you okay?” His eyes darted around the room before coming back to rest on me. His hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, strands hanging around his face.

I pushed myself up against the headboard of my bed, pulling the covers up around my chest. “I’ve seen things,” I told him ominously. “Things.”

He took a step into the room warily. “Was Mr. Escadero peeking through the window again? I swear to god, I’m going to cut that creepy old bitch.”

I shook my head. It hadn’t been our elderly next-door neighbor who thought we were his personal cam-boy show. Not this time. This fear had been real. “I had a dream,” I whispered.

His face softened and he came to the bed, sitting on the edge, patting my knee. “Bad?” he asked quietly.

“Awful,” I said. And then, “Mostly.”

He arched an eyebrow. “How so?”

“You know when you have a dream about doing something you shouldn’t and then it turns incestuous and you think, well, that wasn’t so bad and then there are marching bands?”

His lips twitched. “Um. What?”

“Paul cheated on Vince,” I admitted. “With me.”

“You what? When the hell did you—”

“In my dream,” I said.

“Jesus Christ, don’t scare me like that—”

“And then, while I was blowing him, Vince started making out with Darren.”

His eyes bulged. “That… should not be an image that I find attractive, but holy shit. Like, full-on making out? With tongue and—”

“Corey!”

“Sandy!”

“And then Paul came in and there was nipple sucking.”

“Whose nipples?”

“Paul’s. You know how sensitive his nipples are.”

“Unfortunately I do,” Corey said. “You were sucking on his nipples?”

“No,” I said. “Jesus, Corey, keep up, will you? Vince and Darren were sucking his nipples. I was still on my knees trying to recover from deep-throating Vince.”