Dream Journal (boxyboy)

Chapter 1

A growing light began to seep through a set of blinds. It's gradual ascension filled the room with a gold illumination. A cry of a bird crept into a set of lightly sun kissed ears. In response to the repetitive tweet, he roles over and his arm falls a top a warm - naked - hip. "Hey babe." I hears after a pleased groan.

"Hey." I whispers as he closes the space between the two of us. "How'd you sleep handsome?" I ask after placing a light kiss on the back of an olive skinned shoulder.

"I don't know, I did - we didn't really sleep all that much." His chuckle was barely audible, but the grin that covered his face was quite noticeable even if he faced the opposite direction.

The slight perch of his grin fell as he turned under the disheveled bed sheet. The of us laid silently staring into each other's eyes. "Jaron."

"Tony?" I mock to the sound of my name. Tony's dark brown eyes grew closer until his lips met mine with a soft embrace, and so I met it with his own. We shared a short embrace, but then eventually we broke away. A quiet chuckle escaped from between Tony's lips.

"What?" I asked.

"You need to shave." He said as he drug his index finger down the side of my cheek.

"I need to shave?" I laughed, "have you seen yourself?" I said as he tugged at the dark hairs that protruded from Tony's chin.

"Ow you ass." Tony laughed slapping at my hands. In a petty manner I slapped back, and now the we were in a slapping frenzy. Lightly tanned skin slapped at olive skin, we were slapping at each other's chests and arms, and we both laughed profusely. The white of our teeth glistened in the morning light as our laughs grew louder. But eventually some how Tony ended up on top of me, straddling my waist.

I found himself lost in the dark sea of Tony's brown eyes. To me, Tony was the epitome of beauty, and his eyes were the pinnacle, the zenith of his beauty. "You gonna stare at me all day or kiss me again?" Tony smirked.

"Can I do both?" I say as I pull Tony down so that our lips could meet.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A mechanical scream of an alarm blared, bouncing of plain, bare, walls. My hand stretch out from under thick wool sheets and slammed down onto the shrieking clock silencing it. A low, curdled groan vibrated in my throat. I laid frozen, surrounded by a cloud of frustration. Why are they so short? I ask myself frustrated with my short, almost taunting, dreams.

"Hey Jaron, I'm going to work!" A woman said to him.

"Okay mom! Love you." I responded while pushing myself up and find out of bed. My thick - muscular - legs and broad torso gleamed with sweat. My thoughts went back to the dream-like fantasy that overtook me during the night. The sound of the chirping bird, Tony's laughter, his voice, and even the soft click their lips made as they kissed. Flashes of Tony's perfectly sculpted body and face, along with his dark piercing eyes. I had to sketch down every detail down before he forgot.

I left his bed side and hobbled over to a dresser that stood in the corner of my room, and peeled a black covered book from its surface. After rummaging through the drawers and finding a pen; I open it to a blank page, and at the top wrote Day 92.

I've been dreaming about this Tony guy for almost three months now, and still don't know why...I mean he's pretty hot! Don't get me wrong, but I've never met the guy...hell I've never met anyone quite like him, but I just can't seem to get him off my mind. Every night I hear the same deep rasped voice creep it's way into my ears. I find myself - every night, and in every dream - staring into his eyes. Those dark brown eyes. I can't rid myself of the feeling of him holding me, his hands lightly wrapped around my waist and holding me close, his dark skin pressed against mine, warming me. And most of all, I can't forget the way he kisses. They're always so light and gentle, full of passion and meaning; sometimes they are slow and heavy and we both end up gasping for air as the kissing prolongs. I just wish he was real, I wish we were real.

After I left the journal and pen sprawled out on the dressers top, I found myself leaving my room in nothing more than my tight fitting boxers. The hallway outside my room was decorated with a handful of different family portraits and a basic beige wallpaper. A soft creak filled the hall as I neared the end, but before I could reach the end her veered into another room, making sure to be as quiet as possible when he opened the door.

The lay up of the room was close to that of Jaron's, but laying in the bed was a younger boy, still asleep. I crept to his side, then gently pushed at his shoulder. "Hey Michel, it's time to wake up." I whispers.

"But I don't wanna!" He moans.

"You don't want to be late for your first day of high school do you?" I asked laughing, hoping for an excited response.

To my surprise his eyes jolted open, and his flew out of his bed. I felt my face flush as I looked down and saw that he was naked. "Uh. Mich..." I said pointing waving down at his exposed crotch. He looked down and I saw the redness of his cheeks grow, as a scream of mortification escaped from his mouth. "Did you lose your underwear?" Jaron laughed.

"This isn't funny Jaron!" He snorted. It is kind of funny, well his embarrassment was funny, the seeing my brother naked part - though I've seen him naked before, I mean he's my brother...who hasn't seen their own brother naked at least once? - wasn't funny. I looked away as he ran around frantically in search for something to cover himself.

"So I'm gonna go out here and get dressed myself-" I was cut short by a Michel's vexed expression, I didn't mean to, but a slight laugh escaped from me, "and get ready for school." I finished as I started for his bedroom door. "Let's hope you'll find some clothes."

"Asshole!" He retorted as I left his room.

My laughter was more of a chuckle now as I reentered my room. Why was it so cold? It's the middle of May, and it's cold! I guess that Alabama weather for you though.

    I stood in front of my closet, my eyes capturing each individual color that my clothing had to offer. Shades of blue, red, black, white, and the occasional green and gray sprawled out into my room. I reached forward, pulling out a red Guy Harvey shirt and a pair of lost fit blue jeans. After dressing myself completely, I grabbed my boots and headed out of my room for the last time, and went for the kitchen.

    I saw Michel trying to slip past me in the corner of my eye. Oh I don't think so! I grabbed him and wrapped my arms around his waist, and I began to tickle him vigorously. He exploded with laughter. The laughs only grew louder as the tickling went on. "St-stop it" he managed to get out through the profuse laughter.

    "Why you don't like being tickled?" Jaron laughed, "where my brother? Because he likes being tickled."

    "Stop I'm gonna pee myself!" He cries still bursting with laughter. I sigh and release him, I didn't wasn't to ruin his first day of high school after all...that would happen on it's own.

    "Have you eaten breakfast yet Mich?" I ask as the two of us both turn into the kitchen.

"No."

"Would you like something?" I asked, though I knew the answer. "How about Chick-Fil-A?" That did it. His face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Really?" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, my treat." I smiled. Then was knocked into the wall by a surprise embrace from Michel. A sight gasp of air flew from my mouth, but I quickly regained the lost air.

    "Thanks Jaron." He said happily.

    "You're welcome Mich."