I Don't Even Know ❇ malum au

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^He's^ an adorable little fucker...
I will have all the good stuff in italics... Smut... Though, it's just a dream, sadly.

I couldn't see his face, but damn - I sure could feel his touch.

"O-oh God," I moaned with my eyes slammed shut, the feeling of his hand rubbing my exposed member too much to take in with a visual as well.

"U-uh, oh, yes," I breathed out as his hips grinded down onto mine.  I wasn't constrained at all - though, I couldn't move.  It wasn't drug induced or anything like that - I just couldn't move.

It felt nice.

The toned, bare body above my full exposure had complete control of me.  That's what I liked.  He was in control of the movements; he pleasured me, teasingly; he took me.

I had to do nothing.  The only thing that I had to do to be guaranteed the satisfaction was to let him continue, and that's what I did.

He continued to grind down, his hand still palming me.

"Yes, yes," I whined as I felt the speed of his whole body atop me increasing.  Everything was going faster; everything was amazing.

All of a sudden, his movements ceased.  I pouted in response, still not moving from my place.

His barely visible face then lingered above mine, the only thing me being able to make out was his tan complexion.  His plump lips then captured mine, the most intense feeling resulting from the contact.

I felt a spark; I felt the passion.

His lips then trailed down my face, down my neck, down my chest, and then stopped at my stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered just before his lips trailed back up my body.

He playfully took my earlobe between his teeth, then whispering, "you're the best man in the world."

His lips then found their way to my neck, me feeling him nip at the skin.  I whimpered at the sensation, him then running his tongue across the skin he'd just had his teeth on.  He was sucking harshly, marking me as his.

And I was okay with that.

I wanted to be his, even though I couldn't see for sure who he was.  It didn't matter, not really.  I knew who he was, just by the way he made me feel.  His aura gave it all away.

His lips then trailed back down to my collarbone, him sucking harshly before saying, "I wanna love you as though we're running out of time."

His lips then found their way back to mine, his hand finding it's place back down to my member.  He rubbed me quickly and fiercely, his lips never leaving mine.

Before I knew it, I found myself thrusting up into his palm, an intense knot growing in my stomach as each second went by.

"Oh God, ugh, y-yes," I whined as I begged for more friction.

"I want you to scream my name, kitten," he whispered roughly, his voice doing weird things to me.

•••

"Calum!"  I screamed as I awoke to myself thrusting onto the stairs, then unraveling beneath my long shirt.  An immense amount of pleasure spread throughout my body, the images and occurances from the dream still in my mind.

I couldn't help but to continue to move against the structure, in movement until my body felt worn out.  I fell against the floor, panting heavily, trying to catch my breath.

I instantly felt embarrassed, having humped a fucking stair and then pissing myself.
(Remember, Mikey's innocent - for the most part.)

I cried as I reluctantly pushed myself to my feet, my head pounding and my eyes burning from the lights.  I made my way to the bathroom, changing out of my soiled shirt, but still too lazy to take a shower.  I wiped my lower extremities off, making sure to be rid of the nasty fluids.

I was embarrassed, ashamed, and confused.

I didn't even know why I'd had that dream, and I couldn't believe what I'd just done.  And to top it all of - I had a hangover from hell.

My head was throbbing, and I felt a weird since of relief in my midsection.  I realized that I wouldn't be able to take on the lights without a pair of sunglasses, which I quickly dug out and put on.

I brushed my teeth, my stomach feeling as though it wanted me to spill out all of its few contents.  I also felt a weird pang of hunger.

Maybe I would eat, I didn't know.

I also wanted to go back to sleep, my body feeling strangely relaxed.

But most of all, I couldn't believe that I'd had that kind of dream about a guy.

I was not and could not be gay.

I had nothing whatsoever against gays, but that's not where I belonged.  I was supposed to be the son that my mother would had wanted me to be.  She would had wanted me to have children of my own, to go along with her religion.

Though, when I thought about it - what if I didn't want to do all of that stuff?  What if I just wanted to be me?  What if this was me?

Was I gay?

I surely did not know, but I figured that the dream kind of told me that I was.  I wasn't positive, though.

I mean, people had weird dreams all of the time - right?

Yet again - people realized who they were through dreams, too.