Neighbor Boy (BoyxBoy)

Part 9

"Aaron, come here, babe." He said, a finger outstretched and curling towards him in a motion for me to go to him. He was in bed, his bottom half covered by sheets. And only sheets. I could tell because I could see someone making a tee-pee under the covers.

It was impossible not to obey his seductive voice. So I walked over to him, slowly, emphasizing my movements to tease him. I got what I wanted. He looked me up and down, biting his bottom lip in anticipation. "Only for you." I replied once I was near enough to begin crawling over to him.

Like a snake I shed myself of my clothes, every layer falling to the floor without anyone even touching me. As I became aroused, he growled deeply. It turned me on. I hissed like a snake, playfully, and crawled beside him. He rolled us over so that he was on top, straddling my body between his legs and his hands were supporting him by my head as he worked his magic.

"Oh, Frank!" I heard myself yell, thrashing between the bed and him. I lifted my hands up and placed one on his head, entangling my fingers in his hair, pulling gently and rubbing to tell him to keep going. It was so lovely.

I opened my eyes to look at him, to make eye contact while we made love. I smiled at him, and then as soon as the smile came it was gone. His eyes had turned bloodshot, the striking cobalt of his eyes becoming even more strikingly dangerous as they turned bright like lightning in contrast to the new darkness of his eyes.

He smiled at me, the same devious smile he had used so many times before, and then he leaned down to whisper in my ear while his hands moved to my arms to pin me down, "Your mother told me to tell you that she loves you." Then without any warning, I heard a crash, like a clap of thunder.

Everything went stark white, and then all together it went pitch black in the blink of an eye. In the background, I could hear the wailing of sirens and my name being called out. "Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!"

"Aaron, wake up, dammit! Aaron!" I felt my body being shook back and forth violently. Under me I could feel bed sheets, and felt a familiar warmth above me. My eyes shot open. "Oh, thank God, Aaron." Frank managed, almost breathlessly.

I squinted my eyes to make out Frank's face. Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, slipping down his temples and down his cheeks. I could tell he was about to cry by the way his eyes were watering, but it could have been the sweat.

"Frank?" I asked, almost confused. I realized what had just happened was a dream, but it all felt so real... so... life like. I shuddered. "Frank, why are you in here?" I asked, opening my eyes slightly wider as they adjusted to the light of the sun coming in from a window a few feet in front of me. Frank was to my right.

"What happened? Aaron, look at yourself." He motioned up and down with his hands, telling me to observe myself.

I looked down, and was shocked to find that I had no shirt on, or any pants. Just my underwear. As I speculated further, I could see that there were scratches on my chest. "What the hell? Frank, what the hell happened?!" I demanded, using the bedsheets that were barely even on the bed to cover myself.

He shook his head slowly. "I don't know. One moment you were sleeping peacefully, and the next you weren't. You called out my name, and then you began attacking yourself. I tried holding your arms back but you were too strong. You somehow managed to rip up your clothes to shreds..." He trailed off, his eyes darting over to the other side of the room where the remnants of my clothes laid in tatters.

My heart rate accelerated and my breathing became short. "Frank, did I say anything else in my sleep?" I wanted to know, because if I said anything about the first part of the dream, then I would certainly have to jump out of the window and run for it.