"Dont Dream Desire"
Written By GG Bailey
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He was sleeping. It was a
perfectly ordinary night, on which he was
curled up in his hotel bed, as always. In the bed beside his, his
companion slept. Only this night, his companion was wide awake.
Jeff was sleeping quietly until he felt a form slide into bed behind
him. He turned, only to find a hand pressed against his mouth. His
eyes widened as his travelling companion, his brother, pushed him onto
his back and crawled on top of him. One of Matt's hands remained over
his mouth, the other slipping down to tug his boxers down to his
knees. Jeff stared into his brother's face, feeling shocked and more
than a little frightened.
"Matt, what the hell are you doing?" he hissed the second Matt freed
his mouth.
Matt just smirked at him, pushing his legs apart and pinning both his
wrists to the pillow. "Just be quiet, little bro," he breathed, his
lips brushing against Jeff's neck.
Jeff tried to struggle, but Matt had him easily beat strength-wise.
"Get off me!" he insisted, trying to squirm out of his brother's
grasp. "Matt stop it, this isn't funny!"
Matt snorted. "Oh give me a break Jeff. I know you've done this
before." He began to grind himself against Jeff, all the time smirking
at the younger man through the dark. "You know exactly what I'm doing,
don't you baby?"
"Matt, stop!" Jeff insisted, tears rising to his eyes. "Please,
stop!"
"Just relax baby bro," Matt purred, his lips trailing across Jeff's
neck. "All I want is a little fuck. You're good for that, aren't you
baby? You must miss getting cock from Jericho, `cos I know you were
fucking him."
"No," Jeff whispered, shaking his head. "Matt, please,
stop!"
"You don't want me to stop," Matt whispered, "You want this! I
know
you do."
"I don't!" Jeff wailed, struggling again to escape. "Matt, let
me up!
Matt please. Matt, stop! Don't!"
Matt sat bolt upright in bed. His heart was pounding and his breath
was thundering in his chest. He looked around wildly, not certain
where he was for a moment. He jumped when he felt arms wrap about his
waist.
"Baby?"
Matt took a deep breath. "I'm ok," he whispered, leaning back
against
the chest of his lover. "Just a nightmare."
"Wanna talk about it?" his lover cooed.
Matt turned, looking into the pretty blue eyes of Chris Jericho. "Nah,
I'm fine," he whispered, leaning in to give Chris a quick kiss. "Go
back to sleep baby."
"Ok." Chris lay back down on the mattress, closing his eyes. Matt
took
a deep breath, then lay down as well, spooning against his lover's
back. He was just going to pretend the dreams hadn't ever existed, and
that they didn't keep coming to him. There was no way he could be
dreaming about raping his own brother. Absolutely no way.
The next morning at
breakfast Matt sat at the table, sipping a cup of
coffee. He watched as his lover and his brother filled their plates at
the buffet. Chris was filling two plates, having generously offered to
get Matt's food for him. The three of them always ate together, and
this morning was no different.
Matt watched the two blondes interacting. He was crazy. Wasn't he?
There couldn't be anything going on between them. He didn't know why
he was even thinking about it. But every time he had a dream, his
dream self was convinced that they were sleeping together. Were his
dreams trying to tell him something? Was this his subconscious
speaking to him. No, certainly not. It couldn't be. Yet, as he watched
them together, watched the smiles they shared, he could almost believe
it was true.
"Here you go, baby," Chris stated, jolting Matt out of his
thoughts.
His pretty blonde lover set a platefull of food in front of him,
flashing him a smile as he sat down to his own breakfast.
Jeff took a seat as well, licking his lips as he dug into his
pancakes. He glanced at Matt, who hadn't yet picked up his fork. "You
ok bro? You look tired."
Chris grinned, looking up at Jeff. "He probably is. He kept me up for
a long time last night," he chuckled.
"Ewww!" Jeff exclaimed, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "I so
did NOT
need to know that!"
Chris laughed, tossing his napkin at Jeff's face. "You are so
immature!" he exclaimed.
"Well sorry, but that's gross!" Jeff shot back. "It's like
thinking
about your parents having sex."
Both blondes shuddered. "I guess I'll give you that one," Chris
agreed.
Matt stayed silent, picking at his food as the two young men talked
good naturedly, laughing almost constantly at things the other said.
They barely even seemed to noticed his silence. When they had finished
their food, they bid each other goodbye temporarily, returning to
their respective rooms to fetch their things. Matt was frowning the
entire walk back to their room, his mind filled with suspicion. When
they reached their room, Matt leaned back against the door, watching
as Chris bustled around, gathering all their things.
"Are you sleeping with Jeff?" Matt blurted out suddenly.
Chris froze, dropping what he was doing. He turned to look at Matt,
hurt clear in his eyes. "How could you ask me that?" he whispered.
"Are you?" Matt pressed.
Chris shook his head slowly. "Never Matt. I love you. I've got no
reason to want anyone else. You're not only the best boyfriend I've
ever had, but also the best lover. Jeff's my best friend, but nothing
more. Hell, he's practically a brother to me, just like he is to you."
Matt had to swallow the lump in his throat. A brother. What kind of
brother dreamed about raping his own kin? He pushed that thought away
quickly, looking into Chris' pleading blue eyes. There was truth in
those eyes; he could see at least that much. Chris just couldn't be
lying to him, not with those eyes. His suspicions were crazy, just
like he kept telling himself.
A wave of possessiveness washed over him. Chris was his, and everyone
knew it. So why didn't his subconscious know that? Quickly he stepped
forward, determined to show himself how much Chris was his. He grabbed
his lover by the shoulders and pulled him into a hard kiss, already
working the buttons on Chris' shirt as he pushed the blonde back onto
the bed.
TBC