…or, Bounded And Determined
I was on the stage in the amphitheater in the park. It was nighttime. Iason was there, standing at the edge with his back to the sky. He had a cape that he spread out like great billowing wings. The wind caught it, and he let it fall from his shoulders and be carried away.
He was naked except for his boots and his hat.
He took a step forward, off the low wall and onto the stage with me. I started towards him, but a hand fell on my shoulder. I turned to see the guy from the dance, the hot one who’d been with the Harlowe girl. He was stripped to the waist, and he was ripped. He was a lot less wiry with his shirt off.
He smiled a way no guy had ever smiled at me, a nice smile but an inviting one. I licked his stomach, up from his navel towards his chest. I kissed him over his heart, and he reached for his belt. His pants were gone before I knew it, revealing the largest cock I’d ever seen. I fell to it greedily. I had a fleeting thought that Iason might be jealous, but then I realized he’d appreciate head a lot more after he fucked me. That way was better.
I could feel Iason getting closer behind me, and I lifted my ass to him. He took it without a word, ramming himself home with incredible ease. He skewered me like a blade while I drank every inch of my hot guy’s cock. He filled my mouth and throat, and I would have taken more if he’d had it.
They pounded away at both ends of me until my mouth filled with seed. Then the guy pulled out, wiped himself off on my face, and turned around, offering me his ass.
This was a position I’d never had much luck with in real life; there were issues with timing, coordination, and comfort. Lying down or having something to brace against made it much easier. Standing up, it was far easier to take a guy in the mouth and one in the ass. Dreams and fantasies were a different matter. In my dream, we moved smoothly and easily into each other, while my guy’s massive hard-on pumped against my gripping hand.
We each came over and over again. I moaned Iason’s name, and then the other guy’s. I didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t matter. It was a dream, and I moaned it anyway.
I just barely knew it was a dream. The knowledge that I was moaning a name I didn’t know was what did it. It was okay. I would take a dream. The guy’s body had looked incredible with his clothes on. My imagination was probably the closest I’d get to seeing him with them off.
Though, if his girlfriend was bi, he might be, too.
I didn’t dwell on it. Thinking about something too much was a good way to end a dream, and this was like a sweet reward for sticking to my wands with Missy. It just kept going and going. We shifted, Iason pulling out of me and my guy pulling away. I turned around and fell to my knees, wrapping my mouth around Iason’s glistening meat. The other guy grabbed my hips and started plowing into me.
He was huge. Even in a dream, even with Iason opening me up first, I felt it.
I was confused and then annoyed when I was suddenly knocked out of the threesome by a noise. I sorted out what it was when another set of knocks came on the door. I remembered the loft bed just before I tried turning and slinging my legs over the side. My impatient visitor knocked more insistently a third time, and then pounded on the door before I could get down to the floor to it.
A check in the peephole showed Iason, scowling beneath the brim of his hat. I scowled back. Maybe I should have been grateful that half of my dream sandwich had just shown up in real life, but I’d just woken up. Gratitude had to wait on rationality.
I opened the door midway through the fifth set of knocks.
“Why did I have to knock so many times, Iamie?” he said. “It’s bad enough I have to wait on your doorstep when you aren’t home.”
“I was asleep,” I said.
“Whatever were you doing asleep?”
“Dreaming,” I said.
“Of me?” he asked, breaking out in a smile. I scowled harder. He had no business being right after ripping me out of that dream.
“I hope you have a good reason for knocking on my door in the middle of the night,” I said.
“The middle of Saturday night. There is only one good reason for being in bed so early on a Saturday night.”
“Yeah, well, I was tired and I wanted some sleep.”
“You can not be tired, Iamie,” he said. “I have not been here to tire you out.”
“What do you want, Iason?”
“You know the answer to that,” he said. “I want you.” He glanced down. “And I can see that you are in no position to refuse.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I said. “I may be horny, but I already turned down a shot at sex with one person tonight.”
“How wonderfully fortuitous,” Iason said. He grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down past my cock, which was either still hard from the dream, or hard again.
“Hey!” I cried, jumping back from the open door and out of his reach.
Iason followed, still grabbing for my shorts. I wound up on my ass as he yanked them down towards my ankles while I was backing up. My attempt to crabwalk out of the line of the sight of the door helped him in getting them the rest of the way off. I kicked at his hand, but he just grinned.
“Settle down, Iamie,” he said. “I am only here to fuck you.”
“You might wait for an invitation,” I said, scrambling to my feet.
“You are strangely ungrateful, considering I’m here to make your dream come true,” he said. He started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Khersis, will you at least close the door?”
He leaned backwards and caught the edge of the door on the heel of his boot, kicking it closed with a flick of his ankle. I took another step back away from him. My heart was pounding in my chest. Iason was so aggressive, so cockily self-assured. He hadn’t waited for a yes. I wasn’t sure if he would listen to a no. He was right, though. I had been dreaming about his cock inside of me. I wasn’t getting any less hard with him hounding me.
He was still fully dressed, except for his shirt being half undone. He looked up and down my naked body.
“What are you doing here, Iason?” I asked.
“There is a party at Treehome,” he said. “I was getting bored with it. There was a lot of fun to be had, but it all made me think of you.”
“How sweet,” I said sardonically. “And you just assumed I’d be up?”
“It looks as though I assumed correctly,” he said, his gaze fixed on my crotch. My dick lurched like his eyes were squeezing it. He took a small step towards me. “I want a key to your room.”
“They only gave me one,” I said. He stalked forward, slowly. I took a step back. My legs found the couch and I sat down to avoid tripping.
“Get another copy.”
“This is a single room,” I said. “They aren’t going to give me another key.”
“Then get one made, or leave your door unlocked.” He leaned in over me, his hand closing around my cock. “I don’t like having a barrier between us, Iamie.” He pushed his lips against mine, stroking his hand up and down my shaft a couple of times before he slid onto the couch next to me. “I should always have access. I shouldn’t have to wake up the whole floor when I decide to call on you.”
I turned and scooted back against the arm of the couch.
“So, basically, you want to be able to come into my room any time you want, when I don’t even know where yours is?”
“If you knew how to get to Treehome, you might go there,” he said.
“What if I wanted to?”
“I don’t want you to,” he said. “It’s for your own safety. Human men don’t recognize the charms of a pretty boy, but my housemates would take advantage of you.”
“Don’t you think I might have something to say about that?”
“Nothing effective,” Iason said. “This is all beside the point, Iamie. Give me your key.”
“Give you the only key to my room?”
“Yes. I’ll get it copied myself, if you do not want to do it.”
“What if I don’t want you to have a key?”
“Come now, Iamie,” he said. He tipped his head so that the brim of his hat covered most of his face, exposing only his knowing smile. “I just want to know that whenever I get an urging, I can satisfy it upon you, no matter what time it may be. I know you, Iamie. You cannot tell me that this thought does not excite you.”
“You don’t know me that well,” I said.
It did excite me, but that didn’t mean I wanted it.
“You have not yet been in a serious relationship,” he said. “So, some of this is new to you. But surely you must understand the importance of communication. If I cannot see you, I cannot communicate with you. I have needs. So do you. This way, we can both be satisfied.”
“I can satisfy my own needs,” I said.
“That may be well and good for you, but why must I resort to such measures?”
“It isn’t like you don’t have a tree fort full of willing guys to mess around with,” I said.
“All of them put together could not have a tenth of the effect on me as you alone do,” he said. Obvious flattery, but there could be some truth there. He had left them to come to me. “And elven boys have such attitudes,” he continued. “You are far more accommodating, Iamie. Even at your most frustratingly obstinate, you ultimately know your place. You know what your ass is there for. You know why the gods gave you lips.”
“You really don’t know how to quit while you’re ahead,” I said, shaking my head.
“And you don’t know what you want,” he said. “You’ve told me again and again to be honest, but when I present you with a gem of unvarnished truth, you glare at me like a fussy housewife.”
“Get out, Iason.”
He laughed. He was still right in my face. It was a very threatening position for somebody who’d been asked to leave to be staying in. It was very intimidating.
It made me angry.
“Wrong answer, Iason,” I said, shoving him off of me and getting to my feet. “We’ve gone over this. You don’t get to call me a whore and then fuck me.”
“I didn’t call you a whore.” He actually sounded confused.
“You all but did,” I said.
“Yes, exactly,” he said. “It is not my fault if you don’t make your boundaries clear.”
“Figure it out,” I said. “You said you like challenges.”
“Would it make a difference if I apologized?” he asked.
“It might make the difference between ‘fuck off forever’ and ‘fuck off for now’,” I said.
“I thought you might enjoy a little dirty talk.”
“That isn’t an apology,” I said.
“It just seemed to me that a boy who takes it from ass to mouth might like—”
“I like what I like,” I said. “But if letting you do one thing makes you think you can get away with everything, then I guess I’m not going to give you anything. One more try.”
“For?”
If I had thought he was fucking with me, I swear I would have thrown him out on his ass, physically.
“Apologizing,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” he said, taking off his hat. “I said what I said only for our mutual enjoyment, but it was poor judgment.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in class on Monday.”
“What if I want to see you tomorrow?”
“I’m dealing with some stuff right now,” I said. “With Missy. If you want to listen to me talk about it—”
“No, no,” he said. “I think I can wait until Monday.”
“Goodnight, then.”
“May I at least give you a goodnight kiss?”
“I suppose.”
He put his hat back on and stepped forward, then stopped. I didn’t make a move towards him. He came closer. He reached around to put a hand high on my back, but as he embraced me, his hand dropped down and grabbed my bare ass. His other hand massaged my cock. I minded that a little bit. As the kiss lingered, I minded less.
“You’ve made your point,” he said, after releasing my lips from his. “You could let me stay.”
“I haven’t made my point if I do that,” I said, pushing his hand away. “Goodnight, Iason.”
“Goodnight, Iamie.”
I locked the door as soon as he left, so he would hear the lock, then laid down on the couch. I was too wound up to go back to sleep. Even if I could, I would never get that awesome dream back.
That was okay. Imagination was just as good. I closed my eyes and put myself back in the scene. I couldn’t remember exactly where we’d left off, so I started the whole thing over from the beginning.
A purple-scented presence, foreign but not unfamiliar, imposed itself on the scene. The thought came to me: What the hell is this sausage fest? Put me back into play!
Wait your turn, Violet, I thought back. I’m going to be up for a while.
