The Last Nightmare, pt.5
Since it's raining like crazy, I figured I'd brave the thunder and lightning and post more story. Hope y'all enjoy it. The usual disclaimers apply!!!
This was the start of a nightly pattern. Each evening, he would sit with Robert and they’d have a nightcap before curling up together in the king size bed. At times, it seemed as if there was an invisible wall between them; every time Simon tried to inch a little closer, Robert pulled away until he was clinging to the edge of the bed. Finally, he’d give up and let Robert have the space he seemed to need before they both fell into an uneasy sleep.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, the nightmares would begin and Simon would spend the rest of his time trying to soothe his friend and also avoid the flying fists that he would sometimes be too tired to dodge. It was no wonder that, in the space of a few days, Simon began to look as haggard as the man he was trying to help.
“Why won’t you ever tell me about the nightmares,” Simon inquired after a particularly bad episode.
Robert lowered his eyes and shook his head. “I just can’t, is all,” he stated emphatically. “ ‘Sides, I don’t usually remember them anyway.”
“That’s bullocks and we both know it! I’m here to help you, but you keep pushing me away. Why, Robin? Why?” Robert never answered.
I came to and found him looming over me. He must have me to the bed, because I’m laying down. I hear a rustling and cringe. He’s removing the rest of his clothes. “Let me show you how it’s done,” he growls. This is what I fear most. His hands are unzipping my trousers. “Please, no,” I beg. I hear his ugly laugh. “Oh, no, Boy. Tonight, you’re all mine.”
They were sitting at the bar--two dark heads leaning close together, occassionally touching as each sipped his drink. Simon had thought it a good idea to go out for a bit and went to the nearest pub to get totally and completely sloshed. He hadn’t counted on Robert having the same idea, but was pleased to find him at the bar. From the look of him, he’d been there quite some time and was already halfway beyond sober. Simon took the stool to his left and sat, quietly staring into his glass. After a few minutes, Robert looked up and greeted him with a big sloppy smile. “Hey, Soz, when’d you get here?” Robert slurred.
“Few minutes ago. Seems you started a while ago. Are you totally pissed yet?”
“Nah, but I’m working on it,” he chuckled.
They began lining up the empties on the counter in front of them, until there was no more room. Figuring that was the signal that it was time to leave, Simon rose from his stool just in time to catch Robert falling off his. Those blue-grey eyes were slightly unfocused and staring up at him and he felt his mouth go dry. Robert was finally in his arms, although not in the way he wished. He swallowed the huge lump that had formed in his throat, intent on speaking, until Robert intervened by delicately wrapping his arms around his neck and tipping his head back to expose his creamy throat. Simon’s eyes darkened with lust and he could no longer restrain his passion. It was the most natural thing in the world to lower his lips to that smooth alabaster skin and kiss Robert’s adam’s apple. He felt the hands on his neck tighten their grip and he began to suck on the tender flesh. He heard, rather than saw, those lush red lips part and felt the tinest whisper of breath that escaped in a quiet gasp. The loud sound of someone clearing his throat reminded Simon of their current location.
“Sir, will the two of you be needing a ride?,” the bartender said in a humourous tone.
Simon blushed, “Uh, yeah. That would be good, right Robin?”
“Ummmm hmmm,” he said groggily.
The ride back to the hotel was uneventful. Simon kept replaying the feeling of Robert in his arms over and over in his mind, while Robert dozed off and on. This is the way it should be, Simon thought contentedly. It should always be a night like this.
This was the start of a nightly pattern. Each evening, he would sit with Robert and they’d have a nightcap before curling up together in the king size bed. At times, it seemed as if there was an invisible wall between them; every time Simon tried to inch a little closer, Robert pulled away until he was clinging to the edge of the bed. Finally, he’d give up and let Robert have the space he seemed to need before they both fell into an uneasy sleep.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, the nightmares would begin and Simon would spend the rest of his time trying to soothe his friend and also avoid the flying fists that he would sometimes be too tired to dodge. It was no wonder that, in the space of a few days, Simon began to look as haggard as the man he was trying to help.
“Why won’t you ever tell me about the nightmares,” Simon inquired after a particularly bad episode.
Robert lowered his eyes and shook his head. “I just can’t, is all,” he stated emphatically. “ ‘Sides, I don’t usually remember them anyway.”
“That’s bullocks and we both know it! I’m here to help you, but you keep pushing me away. Why, Robin? Why?” Robert never answered.
I came to and found him looming over me. He must have me to the bed, because I’m laying down. I hear a rustling and cringe. He’s removing the rest of his clothes. “Let me show you how it’s done,” he growls. This is what I fear most. His hands are unzipping my trousers. “Please, no,” I beg. I hear his ugly laugh. “Oh, no, Boy. Tonight, you’re all mine.”
They were sitting at the bar--two dark heads leaning close together, occassionally touching as each sipped his drink. Simon had thought it a good idea to go out for a bit and went to the nearest pub to get totally and completely sloshed. He hadn’t counted on Robert having the same idea, but was pleased to find him at the bar. From the look of him, he’d been there quite some time and was already halfway beyond sober. Simon took the stool to his left and sat, quietly staring into his glass. After a few minutes, Robert looked up and greeted him with a big sloppy smile. “Hey, Soz, when’d you get here?” Robert slurred.
“Few minutes ago. Seems you started a while ago. Are you totally pissed yet?”
“Nah, but I’m working on it,” he chuckled.
They began lining up the empties on the counter in front of them, until there was no more room. Figuring that was the signal that it was time to leave, Simon rose from his stool just in time to catch Robert falling off his. Those blue-grey eyes were slightly unfocused and staring up at him and he felt his mouth go dry. Robert was finally in his arms, although not in the way he wished. He swallowed the huge lump that had formed in his throat, intent on speaking, until Robert intervened by delicately wrapping his arms around his neck and tipping his head back to expose his creamy throat. Simon’s eyes darkened with lust and he could no longer restrain his passion. It was the most natural thing in the world to lower his lips to that smooth alabaster skin and kiss Robert’s adam’s apple. He felt the hands on his neck tighten their grip and he began to suck on the tender flesh. He heard, rather than saw, those lush red lips part and felt the tinest whisper of breath that escaped in a quiet gasp. The loud sound of someone clearing his throat reminded Simon of their current location.
“Sir, will the two of you be needing a ride?,” the bartender said in a humourous tone.
Simon blushed, “Uh, yeah. That would be good, right Robin?”
“Ummmm hmmm,” he said groggily.
The ride back to the hotel was uneventful. Simon kept replaying the feeling of Robert in his arms over and over in his mind, while Robert dozed off and on. This is the way it should be, Simon thought contentedly. It should always be a night like this.