Adam takes you to his bedroom

Without another word Adam and I started chasing each other out of the living room and down the long hallway. It wasn’t normally this long and it didn’t normally take this many turns. But in the dream the whole concept of distance was a lot less solid.

We were engaged in a sort of playful, flirty game of grab-ass. Sometimes he was in the lead. Sometimes I was. But we were always reaching out to touch one another. At every opportunity hands would find body parts to caress, to squeeze, to stroke and tease. It was one part pure enjoyment and one part vying for dominance. It went on as we laughed and shouted and sometimes moaned.

After a long time that felt like no time at all we ended up in his bedroom. Or what had been his bedroom. Or, rather, in a room that looked how his bedroom had looked back when he had still lived at home. Time was also a lot less solid. But now we were here, alone and naked. Had we always been naked? Had we stripped while going through the hallway? It didn’t matter.

What mattered was the steady pace of our breathing. The heat coming off of our bodies. The feel of his cock pressing against mine as we came together in an embrace. Our lips met as we pulled into one another.

“I want you.”

“So do I.”