Dreams

The time ticks by. You lie there, each in your own bed, staring up.

You finally say. "What do you want to do Charlie? In Biology or just, ya know, in life. What do you want to be?"

He is quiet a long time before he says in his quiet voice. "I want to travel. See different cities. Go far away. Hike. Explore. Maybe sail. Buy a boat or something."

You chuckle lightly. "That sounds awesome. I meant career wise. What kind of Biology job are you going to get?"

He is quiet again for a time. "I...I don't want a job."

Huh? Who doesn't want a job? You look over at him, he was staring up at the ceiling. He was so...different. "Don't want a job? Are you guys rich or something?"

He replies. "My Dad's a judge, he does okay. But um..." It seems to dawn on him he hadn't given you the right answer to your question. "I dunno, a job, um, maybe I'll teach English overseas or something."

Teach English overseas? You'd heard that could be a pretty exciting gig for a short time but that few stuck with it. If he wasn't trying to be a biologist why was he taking biology? With an intelligence like his you had assumed he had some grand destiny in front of him. You don't press him on it.

"What about you Jonathan?" He asks.

You smile. "Well, when I was younger it was all about the soccer. I'm pretty good. But...you know, so few people actually go pro. I'm not THAT good, even Sam says so. You have to be really special to make it. No. I'll be an Athletic therapist or trainer or something, I'd like to stay in sports in some capacity. Sam wants kids. We're going settle down, raise some kids, own a house. Then, you know, the American dream and all that jazz."

"That sounds wonderful." He says. "Samantha is very beautiful. So very beautiful." There is another quiet moment. "You deserve a beautiful normal woman like her. You two look so good together, so happy, in your pictures. What an exciting future you'll have."

Normal woman? He had such an odd way of putting things sometimes.

"You'll find someone too Charlie. I know you will." You laugh. "Hopefully someone with a boat."

He laughs too. "Yeah, maybe."

The pair of you talk like this for a time, sharing your hopes and dreams for the future and learning more and more about each other. You felt like you could tell him your deepest secrets, not that you really had any.

Eventually he goes, gets his pajamas and heads into the washroom to get changed. You peel down to your underwear and lie atop your blankets like you often did. He walks back in and puts his old clothes in a hamper he had for dirty laundry. You watch as his gaze drinks you in as you are laid out in front of him in only your boxer-briefs. You shoot him a wink and he smiles bashfully. He bites his bottom lip with an impish grin and turns away from you with a giggle.

This was sooooooo weird. This was like nothing you'd ever experienced before with a friend. You openly lusted for each other, there was no secret about that anymore. And yet, thanks to the new understanding you'd forged that night, you knew nothing would come of it. You would respect his privacy and he would respect your relationship with Samantha, and in this mutual respect your friendship was solidified. By your attraction being out in the open it somehow made it easier to deal with. But still, it was soooooo weird!

You could cheat on Samantha of course, she'd never know. But that isn't who you were. You took your bond with her seriously. It had been a close call before, but you'd been caught up in an unexpected moment of desire. Now you knew. Besides, you didn't know what a fling would do to Charlie. You were pretty sure he wouldn't be the type to just casually have sex and not get emotionally attached. Also...you still honestly weren't sure how comfortable you were with getting it on with a guy. It didn't repulse you but...you just didn't know how you felt. Or how you'd feel afterward. No, you respected yourself, Samantha, and Charlie far too much to try to fuck around like that.

Eventually lights are out and you lay in the dark. Some muffled noises of your neighbors now heard as the place was starting to become more inhabited.

"Charlie." You say to the darkness.

"Yes Jonathan?"

"I...I forgot to activate my meal card today..."

"Breakfast together? My treat?" His voice soft, almost melodic.

You smile, you weren't sure how you knew but you felt that he was smiling too. "I'd like that." You say.

"Good night Jonathan."

"Good night Charlie."

You soon drift off to sleep...

The dreams you have that night were...hot, steamy, erotic. Glimpses of soft pale flesh, the feel of thick raven locks gripped in your fingers, the natural smell, the skin of that tender slender neck in your mouth as you sucked on it and tasted it. Full pouting lips kissing and mouthing all over your body, a slender body in your strong arms. Your steamy breath caressing each other, small hands clutch and claw at your lower back in desire, pulling you in. You hear the soft sighs and moans of passion, you could feel the layers of clothes in your hands as you tore them away, you feel the cheeks of a cute bubble ass in your hands, you feel hot sweaty flesh against flesh, your hard chiseled body against a smaller softer one, you feel legs wrap around you, you feel the warm hard results of your excitement pressed between you, both yours and...his.

And then...the eyes...those eyes...those magical beautiful alluring big chestnut eyes!

"Charlie!" You hear your own voice cry out.

You start awake with a gasp. You were sweating and breathing heavy. It was quiet in the room, dark. Only the path of light from the windows down the center of the room, the weak glow of morning just starting to brighten the night sky outside. You hear Charlie's soft sleep breathing from his shadow. Looking down you see a quivering tent at your crotch. You were hard as tempered steel. Your cock ached for release.

You bury your face in your hands. Oh man, you had it bad.