Beautiful Dreamer

24. Conflicted Lovers

'Being bottomed is not my cup of tea at all. I couldn't move, neither could I speak nor stop him. It would have been weirder if I didn't sting everywhere with him ramming me endlessly like that homophobic fool.

Darn it! I'm doing it again, yet despite their similar techniques, there remained a minor difference between the two.

Ned was gentle from the start, building steam progressively until he'd captured me in a trance. He wanted to break me to piece me back to his liking. Rey, on the other hand, was careless and lost at first, but once he grasped the idea, he made love to me as if I were a woman. There is no denying that I enjoyed it, aroused to tastefully, but that wasn't my objective. I was ravished by him than me being the one in control. If ever he'd been curious about how men do it, I'm sure his curiosity was sated to the brim. Either way, I still find getting up difficult in both cases. If I can do this every day, there is no need for a workout.

Sitting up, Ari groaned at the ache that came with every movement of his body. He felt relieved to have woken up alone, assuming Ned left for work again. This had been his second day of the same. He then stretched his arms, revealing hickeys, chest area, legs, feet and arms.

'There is no doubt my back looks much worse.' Ari thought as memories of Ned riding him from the back flooded his mind.

Covering his eyes in an instant, he hid his joy whilst at the same time feeling lost. 'Perhaps any top can be a bottom...but somehow, a part of me yearns to do this again. The last few days have been hectic, and Ned has probably had his fill, or so I think.'

Raising his feet to his chest whilst flinching at the ache in the movement, Ari rested his chin onto his knees and shut his eyes. "I feel lost all of a sudden." He whispered to himself. "There is no doubt I'm sexually satisfied, but what was that squirting while I was with Rey? That memory still daunts me to date."

"You're awake." Ned appeared at the door, his hand holding his cell phone close to his ear as if he were ringing someone.

In an attempt to respond, a croak escaped Ari instead. Hiding his embarrassment, which seemed to amuse Ned, he reached for the duvet to cover himself and whispered an excellent morning.

"It's almost midnight, my dear. I just got back from a meeting. I couldn't stop thinking about leaving you here all alone and wanted to be around when you awoke."

Sitting down beside Ari, Ned reached for his lover's hand and stroked it gently. He then stood up and left the room as if the person he'd been ringing had just picked up.

'Damn it!' Ari laid back down immediately. He felt his body shaking up, still indifferent about not the newly reversed roles. He'd never questioned his position regarding sex until that day.

'Rey did this to me.'

Ari remembered the musky, sweaty scent that night, Rey's coarse, aroused voice matching how he felt as he softly called out his name with every trust. That part had been stuck in his memory, and even now, while thinking about it, a tingling sensation played at the tip of his member.

Looking at the half-opened door, he could hear Ned still on call. He felt tempted to leave bed and care for his aroused state but decided against it for fear of being caught.

'Perhaps it's best to sing the national anthem until I calm down silently.' Shutting his eyes, an image of Ned's flailing body during their lovemaking came to his mind. He'd been the one jumping him, loving how seductive he appeared beneath him, and in that memory, images of his past lovers crept in, with each a different face, different body and voice.

He enjoyed dominance and listening to their moans of how deep he'd gone or how good he'd make them feel whilst calling his name; the roughness, wetness and sweating made it highly sensual. To think all this while Ned had been aware of his past relationships made him worry about who'd have spearheaded the rumours about him.