Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not own any of the following names or personalities. The author does not imply that the people mentioned within would act or have acted in the ways depicted. No money has been made from this.

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"Really, James. What a fucking cliche. Making me the fucking leprechaun."

"You know, Lars, that green suit really brings out your eyes."

Lars rolled said eyes. "Yeah, yeah. And this dream is all a product of your fucking subconscious mind. Just think about that." Lars paused. "See that rainbow?" He pointed a tiny finger up toward the window.

James craned his neck to see. "Yeah, that's a nice one."

"For some fucking reason, I'm supposed to give you what's in the pot at the end of that rainbow."

"You don't know the reason?"

"No, you tell me-- it's your fucking dream, right?"

James furrowed his brow. "Yeah...you're supposed to grant my wishes or something."

Lars huffed impatiently. "We're wasting time, then. Come with me." He hopped down from the windowsill to the table, from the table to the chair, and then shimmied down the chair's leg to the floor.

"I could have just picked you up."

Lars shot a glare at James. "I may be small, but I'm not fucking helpless." He turned on his heel and marched toward the door.

A little smile formed at the corner of James's mouth as he followed along behind. "You're cute when you're angry."

Lars gave him the finger.

James pulled the door open. "Wow!" He exclaimed. The rainbow stretched out like a path in front of the doorway, strips of muted color with the consistency of clouds. He toed the rainbow with his boot. "Are you sure we can walk on this?"

"Of course I'm sure. It'd be a pointless fucking dream if we couldn't, wouldn't it?"

James paused. This could be a "falling" dream. He'd had lots of those before. Some people said falling dreams were a metaphor for sex, didn't they? Shit. What would it mean to have a falling dream with Lars dressed as a leprechaun?

"James, what are you waiting for?"

James coughed. "Nothing."

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The pair trod on the rainbow for what seemed like hours. "Hey Lars?"

"Huh?"

"How long is this thing?"

"We're almost there." A few more steps, and the big, black, iron pot was in sight. "See, what did I tell you?"

The pair advanced a little further. Lars said, "Well, my work here is done. Have fun with whatever the fuck is in there." Then he disappeared.

"Lars, wait!" But Lars was already gone. James was starting to feel some trepidation as he eyed the big iron pot. Whatever was in there was supposed to be his big wish. But maybe he didn't really want to know what his big wish was. He crept toward the pot slowly and then finally peeked over its rim.

"Hi, James!" A naked Kirk smiled and waved.

"Kirk, what are you doing in there?"

"Lars told me it would only be a few minutes and then I could come out."

James shook his head as he reached into the pot and grabbed Kirk under his arms. Kirk put his arms around James's neck and scrambled out as James lifted him.

They stood facing each other for a few moments until James finally spluttered, "Why are you naked?"

Kirk cocked his head to the side and closed the space between them. "Because I'm your secret wish, James." Then Kirk's mouth was on James's neck. James gasped and slid his arms around Kirk's waist, pulling him closer. Kirk brushed his lips against James's cheek and then found James's mouth. His tongue pushed past James's lips, hot and sweet, then slid over James's tongue.

James felt his cock hardening in his jeans. He pulled away from Kirk, his gaze locked on those warm brown eyes. He felt Kirk's fingers on his zipper, and he groaned.

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James woke with a start. He was sweating, heart pounding rapidly in his chest. What kind of a fucked up dream was that? He looked around, gradually becoming aware of his surroundings. Fell asleep working late in the studio. Again. He sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. It was too fucking hot.

He got up and wandered out to the kitchen. He needed something cold to drink.

James froze in the doorway. There was Kirk, sitting at the table, hands wrapped around a mug of what James guessed had to be tea. "Hey, Kirk."

Kirk grinned. "Hey, James. Thought you were down for the count."

James grunted. "Wasn't sleeping well." He cleared his throat. "Had a weird dream. Why are you still here?"

"I just needed a little quiet time to think." Kirk smiled again. "What was your dream about?"

James paused, remembering the heat and the arousal he had felt while he held Kirk in the dream. He jerked the refrigerator door open, rummaged for a bottle of water. The cool air felt good against his bare chest.

"I, uh...dreamt that Lars was a leprechaun." James grinned.

Kirk giggled, brown eyes glittering.

James swallowed. That fucking dream. And now Kirk and his damned giggle. And those eyes. And the strands of hair falling across his face. James cleared his throat.

"Hey Kirk, do you think our dreams are ever trying to tell us something?"

Kirk nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

James dropped into the chair beside Kirk. Kirk looked at him expectantly.

"There was more to the dream than just that leprechaun shit. You were in it too."

"I was?"

James nodded.

"What was I doing there?"

James looked at Kirk for a long time. What would Kirk think if he told him? Would he freak out? Or would he...

"You were, uh... naked. And you were...yeah. You were naked."

Kirk nodded. "Hmm. I guess you have to figure out what I symbolized."

James blinked at Kirk. Symbolize? As far as James was concerned, Kirk was definitely Kirk in this dream. "I think you just symbolized yourself, Kirk. You were naked. And..." James swallowed. "I wanted you."

Kirk cocked his head at James. "You did?"

"Yes." James brushed Kirk's hair out of his face and rubbed his thumb over Kirk's warm cheek. "I still do."

Kirk's eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise. But he didn't pull away.

It's now or never, James decided. He leaned closer to Kirk and slid his hand around to the back of Kirk's neck. He let a beat pass. Then he pressed his lips against Kirk's.

Kirk gasped against James's mouth and then returned the kiss firmly. James ran his tongue over Kirk's full lips and then pushed inside. Kirk's tongue met his, and James moaned, the sensation heading straight for his cock. He pulled Kirk toward him, hard enough that Kirk's ass started to slide off of the chair.

Kirk broke the kiss, laughing. "Shit, I'm gonna fall off my chair." He stood up, then straddled James's thighs and gently dropped back down.

"So you're okay with this?"

"I am so fucking okay with this." Kirk replied, brushing his lips over James's again.

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