“Can characters dream?” Luki Vasquez looks wistful as he asks me this, and it seems odd because Luki isn’t one to strike up a conversation with me willingly. And when he does talk to me, he’s usually trying to keep me out of his business, and he never seems vulnerable. Now, he seems to tread softly, timidly even, perhaps like a little boy.
“Luki,” I say, “why are you asking me this? What do you mean? I’ve written dreams into your books with Sonny—though I’m sorry they haven’t usually been good ones. But you do have dreams.”
“No, Ms. Sylvre. I don’t mean can you write a dream for me. I mean, do I get any of my own. It kind of makes a difference, you know. Like, if I can’t have my own dreams, then nothing I have with Sonny is... real. I’m not real. Not alive."
When Jackie moves to London for graduate studies in criminal psychology, he and Brian hope they’ll be able to enjoy each other's frequent company. But they haven't factored in the claim Brian's police job with Scotland Yard will make on his time, especially when the “Gaslighter crimes” sap investigative resources. An abandoned aide dog named Soldier leads to a breakthrough clue, and a chain of discoveries fall like dominoes. As Brian rushes to beat the criminal’s game before it escalates to true terror, he comes to an undeniable conclusion: Jackie Vasquez, the man he loves, is in mortal danger.
A too-sweet dream of Brian woke him up with an erection and a hand already on his slender, curved penis, stroking slow and hard. Before he was fully awake, he saw Brian’s face hovering above like a rain cloud over a desert. He heard his voice too, and before it faded, he caught the words “Yes, Jackie.” Jackie moaned and pushed his covers back, raised his knees and let them fall open.
Moonlight angled through the slider that led to the apartment’s small balcony and molded Jackie’s cock in shadow and silver, smooth where precum leaked over the tight crown. Jackie circled over it with his palm and then tightened his grip and stroked, speeding things up. He ran his other hand down over his balls, twisted and pulled them, feeling them tighten in response. Continuing on then, he ran a wet index finger up between his ass cheeks and teased his hole. Tugging at his cock faster and harder, adding a twist every few strokes, he felt his orgasm building.
“Close, Brian,” he whispered. “So close.”
A cloud shadow hid Jackie’s cock from the moonlight just then, but in Jackie’s half-dreaming mind it was Brian that blocked it, hovering over his cock, his lips inches from the engorged, oh-so-ready slit. A few more hard, short, sharp strokes and Jackie moaned out Brian’s name. Just as hot cum spurted out and fell back over his hand, thighs, and belly, a rain shower broke outside, drumming relief to a parched night.