A group of college girls entered the diner. Jack and Fin's gazes followed the girls as they sat at the table next to them. Fin actually liked girls about as much as he wanted guys. But, he preferred to admire them from a distance. Jack flirted back shamelessly. He generally preferred guys but was never known to turn away a pretty face or a nice ass. The only thing that would turn Jack off was a nasty personality. Soon after that, their food came. Juicy burgers and a pile of fries held more interest for the teenage boys than the flirty girls.
The feast spread before him, causing a glint of desire in Fin's navy blue eyes. The scents of the burger and fries were mouthwatering. Fin shot Jack a wide grin before taking his first bite, and he nearly melted down to his toes. The juicy meat, the flavor of the gravy and mushrooms, and the melted Swiss all blended together wonderfully on his tongue.
"Mmmm," He moaned and swallowed. "Soooo good."
"Oh, yeah, just like that." Jack grinned devilishly at his friend. "You like that hot meat in you, don't you? Love the juice running down your throat. So good you want more. You want it all inside you." The impish brunet nipped the tip of a fry. "Mmmm yessssss, foodgasm."
Finian stuck out his tongue at Jack but ignored his antics in favor of the delicious food. "Too good," He mumbled, continuing to only have eyes for the hamburger.
Jack laughed before biting into his double bacon cheeseburger with cheddar, barbeque sauce, and onion strings. He could understand Fin's reaction, though. Miss Molly's burgers were the best; the fries were thick and seasoned just enough to make the flavor pop. It was worthy of a foodgasm or two.
All four girls were now staring at the two boys with glazed-over eyes. The sounds that came from their mouths were far too sinful to resist.
"I wonder if they're together…" The girl in the back whispered to the others, making the four of them squeal in delight.
The two teenagers finished enjoying their meals, oblivious of the fantasies they'd planted in the college girls' minds, and skateboarded back to campus to attend the rest of their classes. Fin had no other incidents with the pink-haired boy, which relieved the pale teen. After the pair left school, they decided to study and finish their homework at Jack's house.
Jack then went off to help at his sister's auto shop, and Finian headed home. The first thing Fin noted upon his arrival was that his father hadn't even made it to the master bedroom. He'd fallen asleep draped across the couch. With a sigh, the teenager picked up the empty bottles of beer and retrieved a blanket for him.
Afterward, Fin dragged his feet toward his room and quickly showered. The pale teen dried himself off and quickly slipped into his pajamas. He barely remembered to check the alarm on his phone before falling asleep.
Though Finian never so much as masturbated in his life, his dreams were where all his repressed teenage hormones seemed to manifest. That night's 'feature dream' involved a naked Jack surrounded by the college girls from the diner. Though he had never witnessed his friend's frolicking, he knew Jack was rather skilled. So, as Dream Jack began to have his wicked way with the ladies, Fin simply watched the show.
The teen suddenly felt a presence beside him.
"Interesting." The voice was deep and smooth. "Is this what you prefer? More of a voyeur than an active participant?"
Fin tried to turn his head to see who had spoken but couldn't, his eyes stuck on his friend cavorting with the women.
"And who are you looking at?" The voice wondered. "The man or the woman?"
The teenager was curious about the voice, but he found no reason not to respond since it was a dream. "Both, actually." He replied honestly. "I'm just not ready for those kinds of activities. Not yet, in any case."
"So you really are a chaste maiden," the voice said in wonder. "I sensed it but could hardly believe it. They're so rare nowadays, especially filled with lustful energy." The man's voice almost seemed to physically touch Fin, licking against his skin. "Your lust was like a beacon. I'm glad I decided to satisfy my curiosity."
"C-Curiosity?" Fin wondered aloud. He rarely stuttered in his dreams, but the voice made him feel strange. "What do you mean? Who are you?"
Finian finally found himself able to turn his head. When he did, he was startled by what he saw. He had to look up. The man was at least half a foot taller than him. His eyes were the first thing that caught the teen. They were like cobalt jewels. The way they shimmered was unnatural but beautiful. Ebony waves streaked with deep blues, and indigos framed a face both masculine and lovely. His skin was a smooth olive, his cheekbones were high, and his nose was straight and regal. In the middle of his forehead was a cobalt blue fleur de lis, set in his skin like an odd tattoo.
"I'm Alistair." Soft lips spread in a genuine smile. "I'm a Nightmare."
"You certainly are beautiful."
"Thank you." Alistair's jewel-like eyes raked over Finian. "I would certainly say the same for you. You are as lovely as your mind is wicked, and your body is pure. What a delicious combination."
Finian flushed, wondering just how repressed his hormones must be for his mind to conjure up such a specimen. "My name is Finian. Friends call me Fin."
"I'd love to be much more than your friend, Fin." Alistair's long-fingered hand stroked across the teen's cheek and down his throat to linger in the hollow between his collarbones. "You can do much more than just watch if you would like."
Fin leaned into the touch, liking the warmth. He only ever allowed Jack to touch him in such familiar ways. "You want to...be more than a friend?" He asked, confused. The teenager took a moment to think about it. "I'm not sure if I can be more than a friend to you. Like I said, I'm just...I'm not quite ready yet."
"I can wait." Alistair smiled softly, tugging a black lock of Finian's soft hair gently. "I'll wait as long as you need. Until you're ready." The more prominent man spun Fin so the teen's back was pressed to Alistair's front.
Finian tried to focus his attention back to the orgy in front of him, but it was a bit difficult with the warmth of the man behind him. This was his strangest dream yet. "To be honest, Jack has done things like this in real life..." He confessed, feeling no reason to lie or deny things in his dream. "He's quite experienced for being just a year older than me. And he's so confident about it...I couldn't ever be that confident."
"Why not?"
"Well, for starters, I have a feminine form. I dyed my hair to try to look more menacing and tough, but it's really all platinum...everywhere. The guys always teased me about it at the gym ever since they started growing chest hairs."
"I think you are perfect. Your form fits your frame perfectly." Alistair's fingers traced down Finian's sides, making him shiver. "Your skin and fine hair compliment you. Your hair, black or blond, is soft and frames your face so appealingly. Those boys were fools. They were either jealous or blind." An inhuman growl rumbled through Alistair's chest against Fin's back. "I'd like to punish them for planting this false insecurity in you."
Stranger and stranger. Fin felt heat rise beneath his skin wherever Alistair touched him. "I could be as bulky as any of them, but I'm not as tall. They wouldn't have thought twice about leaving me alone if I were taller. Though, today, I saw someone even shorter than me for once...it was a weird, pink-haired boy who said he was a unicorn."
"A Unicorn?" Alistair's deep, smoky voice was intense with alarm. "Did he touch you? Did he try to force you to do anything?" He asked worriedly. "Bunch of shallow, pastel cherry-chasers."
Why was his dream worried about his reality? "He did press his finger to my lips, and I think he was trying to hit on me a couple of times, but otherwise, no..."
"I don't like that one of them touched you." Alistair held Finian close. "They only want one thing from you... Me, I want everything, but only when you're ready."
"What, exactly, do you mean by 'everything?'"
"I can see your thoughts and desires when you dream." The Nightmare nuzzled between Finian's shoulder and neck to whisper in the teen's ear. "I fell in love with everything I see in you. I want all of you. I want your heart, body, and soul. I want to be responsible for your happiness, protect you from anything that hurts you, and bring you pleasure you never imagined. I want everything that you can give me. And I will give you everything I am or will be. I will devote myself to you with all that I have."
Finian felt shivers rolling down his spine. Fear and lust rose simultaneously within him with every word and movement of the other man. Eventually, he managed to stamp down some of the lust with his fear. "You...you aren't someone I just dreamed up, after all!" He gasped. "How did you get into my dream?"
"Like I said, I'm a Nightmare," Alistair reminded Fin gently. "Have you not heard of us?"
"The only nightmares I know are bad dreams."
"That's just terrible press, probably from those ridiculous Unicorns." The Nightmare sighed. "We're... I guess you'd call us magic. We live in a separate sliver of this dimension. We have varied abilities. All of us can see into dreams." Alistair admitted. "Nightmares believe in the value of our true selves. We especially value lustful hearts... like yours." His voice roughened with arousal. "For some reason, scholars are still arguing about it; only the chaste young at sixteen can see Nightmares or Unicorns when we're in your world." Alistair sighed. "Unicorns value chastity above all else. It's like a trophy for them."
"So let me get this straight..." Fin mused out loud. "Unicorns are hot for virgins, and Nightmares are hot for anyone whose mind is frequently in the gutter?"
Alistair's laugh was rich and full. "Something like that. We all have our particular preferences." He turned Finian in his arms, looking down at him with eyes like blue jewels. "My preference is you."
“So, you’re saying I’m your type?” Fin's gaze flickered once more toward the orgy, and he was surprised to see that the foursome was already done and sated. When had he missed their climaxing? A pout formed on his face. "You owe me a sultry dream."
Alistair's smile was brilliant. "I'd be honored." The Nightmare waved a hand, and a soft blue cloud appeared under them, sweeping the pair off their feet. It held them semi-reclined in pillowy comfort as Alistair pulled Finian close. "What would bring you the most pleasure?" The Nightmare waved his hand again, and the pile of bodies with Jack in the middle disappeared. "Would you like to see your friend again? Does he arouse you?"
"It's not so much Jack as his wild stories and actions...though I told him to tone down his descriptions, he always goes overboard, and I end up stuck with the images in my mind all day until I sleep."
"Do you like how they make you feel, just a bit?" Alistair asked softly. "Do they make you feel all hot and tight down low in your belly?" An arm snuck around Finian, pressing a palm under the teen's belly button. "Leaving you hard and wanting?"
Alistair flicked his hand in the air. Two men and a woman appeared in front of them. They writhed on a soft bed with sapphire sheets. The woman was straddling one of the men. Her soft curves undulated as she rode his cock and moaned in pleasure. The other man was pressing the swollen tip of his own dick against the first man's lips.
The pale teen gasped at the scene. Almost immediately, Alistair's hand felt too hot, and he squirmed against it. Fin bit his lower lip and exhaled as the sound of the woman's throaty moans mixed with the breathy grunts of the man being sucked off. "Wow...I think that's at least a level or two beyond my own imagination."
"Thank you." Alistair preened. "You like it? I can show you anything you desire. An image of yourself could star in your dreams, me, or both of us..."
"Both of us? You could do that?" Fin challenged. "I can never imagine a clone of myself in my dreams..."
Alistair dropped a wink and waved a hand. The scene on the bed changed. A double of Alistair lay naked on the bed, a bronze-skinned body stretched beneath another man. Alistair's double's tan flesh contrasts with skin like flawless alabaster. The young man above him impaled himself on the double's hard length, undulating in wicked bliss. Dainty hands pressed to the Nightmare double's muscular chest, fingers digging in as he held himself up. The young man's head was thrown back in ecstasy, showing the long, smooth line of a swan-like throat. Pink nipples hardened to nubs and drew the eyes down.
Further below, his cock was hard and dripping precum. It was surprisingly thick and long for the young man's petite form. It slapped Alistair's double's belly as the pale man rode him with vigor, the petal-pink cockhead bobbing. Dark blue eyes peeked from heavy lids as he moaned. Black and blue locks swayed as he fucked himself on the larger man.
The beautiful young man that made Alistair's double moan and strain beneath him was a perfect replica of Finian.
Finian was in shock. What he saw was like a scene of a twin...one that, unlike him, was sexually active and fearless. He had never gotten to the point that he dripped precum like that. Was that what it would really look like on his own shaft? His stomach trembled beneath Alistair's hand as he looked on.
"That is both amazing and frightening..." He whispered.
"Frightening?" The Nightmare sounded concerned.
"It's like a version of me that acts more like Jack. I wouldn't know what any of that feels like. I've never even seen myself become like that... it's just scares me." He replied, his voice falling to a whisper once again. "Adult relationships... I'm just not ready for them. Not even one-night stands."
"I think I understand." Alistair pressed warm lips to Finian's temple. He waved a hand, and the men on the bed no longer resembled them so closely. "Did you see how beautiful you were? I've never seen such handsomeness in a human."
Fin let out a soft snort. "You haven't even seen my natural hair color." He teased and then was somewhat surprised at the words that came out of his mouth. Was he...flirting? He never flirted!
"I have an excellent imagination," Alistair told him with twinkling mirth in his eyes. "I think it would suit you just as well as the black." He took Finian's hand, bringing the teen's fingers up to run them over the cobalt fleur de lis on the Nightmare's forehead. "And I have a certain affinity for blue. I like it in your hair, and your eyes are captivating."
A blush colored Fin's cheeks, and he found himself lightly tracing the design of the marking on Alistair's forehead. "I think you are-"
He could not finish the sentence before he was jarred awake by his phone blazing the Beyoncé song set as his alarm.
"For crying out loud!" He groaned as he pressed the heels of both his palms to his temples. "Was it all just a dream?"
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