For the seventh time that week, Matt's eyes flew open. He groaned,
cursing his unconscious mind. Why did these dreams plague him? Why
couldn't he ever just have a nice, quiet, uninterrupted night of
sleep?
He glanced to his side, where, as always, Chris was sleeping soundly.
He thought about waking his lover up so they could fuck, but that had
never helped in the past, so he didn't see the point. He sighed,
settling for staring up at the ceiling. If these dreams didn't stop
soon, he was going to have to do something. What, he didn't know, but
something.
It had been another week, and the dreams hadn't stopped. In fact, they
had gotten worse. As he had resolved a week before, Matt was going to
do something. It had taken him many hours of debating with himself to
figure out what to do, but at last he had decided. He was going to
tell Chris.
That morning they had their customary breakfast, a nice hotel buffet
with Jeff, Chris, and Matt sharing a table. Matt had left early,
fabricating some excuse to give himself a bit of time alone, in their
hotel room, to prepare his speech. He was nibbling at his fingernails
as he went over his planned words in his head, waiting for Chris to
return.
At last, after what seemed like a suspiciously long time, Chris
returned to the room. Matt sighed internally at the jealousy the
stirred its ugly head yet again, pushing it away to concentrate on the
task at hand.
"Chris, baby, there's something I need to talk to you about," Matt
stated, patting the place next to him on the bed, where he sat.
Chris looked surprised, but didn't object, taking a seat beside his
lover. He smiled and placed his hand on top of Matt's, looking at the
brunette expectantly. "What is it, honey?"
Matt took a deep breath. He looked at Chris, opened his mouth � and
his speech was gone. His carefully planned words had suddenly
vanished. "Um..." Matt glanced at the floor, deciding he might as
well
just wing it. "It's these nightmares I've been having." He glanced
up
at Chris, who kept quiet and let him talk.
"These nightmares are really disturbing me," Matt confessed. "I
always
dream that � that � well, for one thing, that you and Jeff have been �
um � well you know � having an affair." He took a deep breath,
feeling
thankful to Chris remained respectfully silent. "But that's not the
really awful part. In these dream, I � I always get mad about
something, and I end up getting, um, well I end up getting rather, uh,
forceful." He stopped, almost petrified to say more.
"Forceful how?" Chris cooed, stroking his lover's hand supportively.
Matt gulped. "Forceful in bed," he finally got out, his heart
pounding
in his chest. "I'm horrible in the dreams," he went on quickly.
"I'm
violent, and I � I don't listen to no."
"I see," Chris replied, his voice serious. He tipped Matt's chin up,
looking directly into his lover's eyes. "So you're worried that you're
gonna end up hurting me, is that it baby?"
Matt was frozen for a moment. That wasn't really what had was worried
about, no, but he didn't think he could actually tell his lover, right
to his face, that the subject of the dreams was actually Jeff. He
found himself nodding before he knew it.
Matt's talk with Chris had done little good, and hadn't helped with
the nightmares one bit. The only result had been Chris' suggestion
that they try a bit of playing in bed, consisting mostly of Chris
being tied up and pretending, not at all convincingly, of course, to
be unwilling at first. Chris had theorized that perhaps the dreams
stemmed from some aggressive instinct of Matt's which needed release.
Matt couldn't deny that their sex had been much hotter since they had
started playing, but still, it did nothing to solve his current
problem.
Every night the dreams came. They began in many different ways, but
they always ended the same; with Matt pinning down his baby brother
and raping him. This was the foremost thing on Matt's mind as he
returned to consciousness. His dream that night had, strangely, been
completely different from the all the previous dreams. In the dream,
Matt had come to Jeff's room to speak to him, and Jeff had haltingly
confessed that he had, indeed, been going after Chris. However, Jeff
had stressed that he wasn't interested in Chris; he had only pursued
him in an attempt to break him up with Matt. He had also informed Matt
that his lover was completely faithful, never once responding to
Jeff's advances.
What happened after that was the really different part. Instead of
Matt forcing himself on Jeff, Jeff had led Matt to the bed, cooing to
Matt seductively until Matt had willingly climbed into bed with his
baby brother. The two had made wild, passionate love, in which both
were very willing participants. After their bodies had been sated,
they had held each other and just generally cuddled before drifting
off to sleep.
Matt frowned, trying to make sense of this twist. In one respect, he
was glad he hadn't dreamed about raping his brother, but in another
way he felt even more confused. The idea of willingly sleeping with
his own brother, and Jeff willingly sleeping with him in return, was a
rather disturbing concept in itself. He sighed, deciding that he ought
to wake Chris up and make love to him, just to reassure himself that
the beautiful blonde was his lover, and would remain that way.
He rolled over, not even bothering to open his eyes as he positioned
himself on top of the shapely body lying beside his, bringing his lips
down to capture those of his lover. His lover stirred, responding to
the kiss, his arms wrapping around Matt's neck. Matt smiled, feeling a
little better. Making love to Chris after one of his disturbing dreams
always comforted him, even if it did little to halt the strange
dreams. He moved his lips down his lover's neck, laying little kisses
along his silky skin.
"Mmm, Matt," his lover murmured happily, his hands gently stroking
the
skin at the back of Matt's neck.
Matt froze. That voice...that voice didn't belong to Chris. It
belonged to....No. It wasn't possible. Holding his breath, Matt slowly
slid his eyes open. He stared in horror at the person below him,
feeling bile rise into his throat. Lying underneath him, the man whom
he had just kissed, and had presumably spent the entire night with,
was his own baby brother.
Jeff frowned, looking confused and a little hurt as he gazed up at his
older brother. "Matt? Baby what's wrong?" he whispered.
"Oh god." Matt shot out of bed, moving as far away from Jeff as he
could get. He pressed himself back against the wall, his eyes wide
with horror, his breath thundering in his chest. "Oh god!" He
pinched
himself, hard, praying that he was dreaming, but he knew only too well
that this was very, very real.
"Matt?" Jeff sat up, the hurt in his eyes intensified. "Honey
what's
wrong?" he repeated.
"What's wrong?" Matt gasped, barely able to think from the
overwhelmingly sick feeling in his gut. "I...I just woke up in bed
with my BROTHER, I just kissed my BROTHER, and you're asking me what's
wrong? Fuck, isn't it obvious?!? What the fuck is going on Jeff?!?"
Jeff swallowed, standing and approaching his trembling older brother.
"Matt, please, don't freak out," he pleaded. "Don't you
remember last
night, Matt? What we said to each other?"
Matt shook his head, tears building up in his eyes. "That was
dream,"
he whispered. "It had to be a dream."
"It wasn't, Matt." Jeff took a step closer, his eyes pleading.
"Don't
do this to me Matt, please. I love you, I've always loved you. Last
night was so beautiful, it was perfect. Please, please don't do this
to me."
"No!" Matt kept shaking his head. "No this can't have happened.
I...I
need Chris...I need to get back to Chris!" He snatched his clothes off
the chair they were sitting on, hurriedly pulling them on and rushing
towards the door.
"Matt!" Jeff cried, a trail of tears spilling down over his cheeks.
He
threw himself onto the floor, wrapping his arms around Matt's legs and
sobbing into his brother's pant leg. "Please, please Matt, don't do
this, don't leave me! I love you! Please!"
"Let go!" Matt insisted, trying to shake his legs free. "Let me
go
Jeff!" His breath was thundering in his chest, his mind nearly on the
verge of a break down. More than anything, he had to get out of here,
and immediately. Finally, he managed to break loose, racing for the
door and dashing out into the hallway, fleeing as fast as his legs
could carry him, leaving his sobbing brother behind.
TBC
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