One thought filled his head: I just met my future.
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Marek Donovan stood on the deck of the boat, staring at the first house the local realtor showed him. Once upon a time, the two-story colonial-style home probably held the envy of the natives and visitors alike, with its size and stature. A dirty stained glass window, in a design that looked like it might be a family crest, sat above the front door. Back in the day, the house had probably been something grand to see.
Today, the porch sagged on one side, the white siding could be mistaken for gray, and there was more than one blue tile shingle missing from the roof. Sad. Pathetic. It was a structural hazard that nobody would come near with a ten-foot pole.
Marek slid on his sunglasses and said, “I'll take it.”
“But, sir.” The realtor grabbed his arm. “You've only glanced in the front door. I haven't shown you the rooms or grounds. We haven't discussed price.”
Marek glanced down at the woman's hand on his arm, and then looked into her eyes. She gasped and stepped away.
Good.
“I said, I'll take it.” Looking at the house one more time, Marek gritted his teeth as the memory from long ago hit him in the gut. “On one condition.” He didn't wait for the woman to nod. “Hire someone to come in and tear down that goddamned red door. I don't want to have to look at it again.”
He went below deck to drink a beer in celebration of his new life.
Alone.
Chapter One
“Oh yeah, that's it. That's it.” His lover held Colin's head in place and shoved his prick into Colin's mouth, filling him to the throat. Colin clutched the man's hips with digging fingers and held on tight, moaning as his own arousal grew with every deep pull on his partner's dick.
After two years, he doesn't feel like a stranger to me anymore. Even if I still don't know his face or name.
“Fuck.” Colin's phantom lover moaned and yanked on his hair, hissing as Colin licked the underside of his prick with the flat of his tongue. “You suck good cock.”
Colin craved the salty taste of this man's penis, skin, mouth, and ass more and more every night, even though a part of his brain now fully understood and accepted this was just a dream and that he walked around in it with a state of semiawareness.
Colin no longer cared.
It didn't matter that he could never get a full picture of his dream lover, and that his face lived in shadows that even sunlight could not penetrate. Once Colin got close to the white house, absorbed its welcoming warmth, and touched the red door, he knew the man would somehow appear, needing Colin, and that Colin could open himself up in a way he never had in real life, give peace to this man, and somehow have better sex than he ever had with a corporeal being.
The smooth, velvety texture of his lover's erection sliding in and out of Colin's mouth became more erratic; his breathing grew more labored, and his body grew tense. Colin redoubled his efforts, reached between the man's legs, and cupped his high, tight balls. Giving them a little rub and tug, Colin pulled back on the length of his lover's cock with incredible suction and teased the extrasensitive head.
Silently, the man shuddered, kept his hands buried in Colin's hair, and came. Warm spits of his sweet-tasting semen dropped on the back of Colin's tongue and slid down his throat, entwining their connection even more deeply. Colin stayed with his lover all the way through his orgasm, gentling his sucking with every wave, until his hair was finally released.
Abruptly, the man turned and dropped down on all fours, presenting Colin with his ass. “I want you.” With his head hanging low, shadowing him, his voice was muffled by his body. He didn't turn around as he said, “Take me, Colin. Make me yours.”
Colin's heart stopped then raced. “We've never…”
“I know.” The man reached back and pulled aside one ass cheek, revealing his bud. “I want to feel you there. It's time.”
Colin crawled forward, leaking a line of precum onto the hardwood floor, just at the sight of his lover's dark asshole. His cock jumped with excitement, and his chest squeezed at this additional level of trust. Colin moaned low in his throat at this new opportunity. He reached out to flick the striated entrance with his thumb—
* * * * *
A fist suddenly jammed into Colin's upper arm with incredible strength, hurling him back to reality. He blinked, struggling to shake off the dream as he rubbed his shoulder and glared at the woman—his best friend Jordan—sitting next to him.
“Having one of those dreams again?” she asked, raising a perfectly plucked brow.
“What?” Good God. Colin glanced around the small airplane and felt his face heat. He had never dreamed about the house and phantom lover in public before. Always, he was at home in his apartment, at night, in bed. Why in the hell, after two years, would he suddenly have one of his dreams in the middle of the day, surrounded by a collection of friends and strangers?
Well, you don't get on many planes, which is one of the few ways that would lead to you fall asleep around other people. Use some common sense.
Unable to shake off the unease, Colin shifted his focus to the bride-to-be. “What's the matter?” he asked Jordan. “Why did you wake me up?”
“Because you're sporting a major boner.” She opened the in-flight magazine and tossed it on his lap. “I didn't think you wanted that to reach its inevitable conclusion while you're sitting on a plane with a hundred other people.”
“Thank you.” Colin took a few deep breaths and clamped his teeth as he discreetly adjusted himself, searching for some easing of discomfort. God, he was hard. “I should be
