daydream / wetdream / nightmare

[silentstrigoi]

It was strange, but Roman's rhythmic, predictable life had changed, defined now by Peter, by that beautiful gypsy wolf boy. His days at school which before had been a monotony of coke in the bathroom, sex in utility closets or the girls' bathroom, slacking off and playing only enough attention in class to maintain a B minus and frustrate teachers

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[ruvkauli]

Peter isn't sure how he got here.

It's not the first time he's run in dreams, run in the body of the wolf. It's not the first time he's met Roman in dreams, either, but never like this. There's always a moment at the start where he wonders if he's alone, if this is a dream he's having or if it's shared, and he's never quite sure until something happens, something that tips him off.

He's naked, but this doesn't feel like that sort of dream. He has these dreams, dreams where he comes out of the wolf and is naked and alone somewhere, too far from safety for comfort, but those dreams are dark and full of fear, and this doesn't feel like that at all. They're in the woods, but Roman's there, dressed and gorgeous and... actually there, isn't he

[silentstrigoi]

"Pervert," Roman quipps as if he has any right, any at all to be slinging that accusation at other people. But, hands go to his jacket, shrugging it off of his thin shoulders, and then thin, slender fingers are popping the buttons of his shirt, top down, exposing pale skin, the lean muscles of his chest. Roman doesn't know his way around a fight, but he seems to enjoy them, if his scuffles with Peter say anything at all (and oh, do they). He undoes the top button of oh-so skinny jeans, tugging his shirt tails from black denim, and then he's letting fabric puddle on the ground. He's got that stupid pink plastic necklace hanging around his neck, on a cord that's already faded from when he wears it in the shower

[ruvkauli]

"What do you think?" he asks, moving in closer as Roman, not so subtly licking his lips as his eyes trail down to the bulge in those slim fit jeans.

Roman's still wearing that necklace. It's not the kind of thing he'd have dreamed about, it was a joke, a way to poke fun at him for always acting like a princess. This is it, it's the thing that lets him know, makes him certain that this is a dream they're sharing because if this was Peter's sex dream, Roman wouldn't be wearing that plastic necklace, and he wouldn't be still wearing those pants.

"Why aren't you taking off your pants... are you shy?" he asks, moving closer. He's hard and he knows Roman's looking, but it doesn't stop him coming closer. Roman's had enough of an eyeful, and now he's dipping his hands into the waist of Roman's jeans and tugging him in closer, unzipping them and fishing his hand down inside to curl around his cock.

[silentstrigoi]

Roman hasn't caught on just yet, doesn't realize that they're both in this together, that it's not just a dream, alone in his head, secrets he tries to keep hidden, that attraction, that want that burns in him. Those flirtations far more honest than he tried to let on