“I shouldn’t have
drank so much wine. What time is it?” Cayden King questioned
as he sat up to glance at the clock beside the bed. He squinted.
The bright light was filtering through his bedroom window and
it hurt his eyes.
“It’s almost nine
in the morning,” Szymon Skubisz responded from where he
sat on the chair beside the bed. “And you’re right,
you shouldn’t have drank at all. You’re under-aged,
but it was New Year’s Eve, so I’ll give you a free
pass.”
Cayden smiled, reaching up
with his hand to rub his eyes. “You stayed the whole night?”
He questioned.
“I told you I would,”
Szymon said with a shrug. “Just to make sure that you’re
okay.”
“What are you doing over
there, did you sit there all night?”
“I dozed off a couple
of times, but for the most part I’ve been watching you sleep,”
Szymon responded, with a smile.
Cayden shook his head and smiled.
“Do I snore?” He questioned.
“Not at all,” Szymon
answered, “but you do whisper things in your sleep, and
some of it is kind of naughty,” he said with a grin.
“Oh God,” Cayden
groaned as he threw himself back on the bed and covered his face
with his hands. “I’m so embarrassed. What did I say?
Was it bad?” He questioned a he sat up and stared at Szymon.
“It wasn’t bad,”
Szymon responded. “You kept swearing at someone, and a couple
of times you jumped like you were scared,” he explained.
“I must have been having
a bad dream,” Cayden noted.
“So I got up from the
chair and sat beside you and I put my hand on your chest and
felt your heart beating,” he explained as he slowly got
up out of the chair and crossed over to the bed to sit beside
Cayden. He stared down at him.
“You felt me up in my
sleep?” Cayden smiled. “You’re a bad cop,”
he teased.
Szymon smiled. “I could
have done so much more,” he admitted, “but I’d
rather you were awake for that,” he explained.
“Me too,” Cayden
agreed. “What else did I say?” He inquired.
“You said my name . .
. a lot,” Szymon admitted.
“Then I must have been
having a good dream,” Cayden noted with a grin.
“And . . . you said a
bunch of stuff about sex. It was actually quite shocking,”
Szymon admitted.
“What did I say? Do I
even want to know?” Cayden asked as he closed one eye, but
kept one open to stare at Szymon.
“Well . . . you said some
things about me doing stuff to you,” Szymon answered.
“Like what?” Cayden
questioned.
“Well,” Szymon said
as he leaned forward to whisper in Cayden’s ear.
Cayden’s eyes widened
as Szymon whispered all of the sexual acts Cayden had asked for
in his sleep. “I said all of that?” Cayden questioned,
slightly embarrassed.
“You actually kind of
begged for it. It was kind of hot.”
“Then I must have been
having a very good dream,” Cayden said.
Szymon glanced down at him
as he lay in the bed with Cayden smiling back up at him. “What
about now?” Szymon questioned. “We’re here . .
. alone in your room. Am I the one that’s dreaming, or is
it you?” He asked.
“I don’t know,”
Cayden responded as he sat up slowly. “But kiss me quick
before we wake up.” |
