Man Of My Dreams |Thiam|

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Theo and Liam sat in silence, the tension between them was so thick Theo could almost taste it. Theo was now feeling just as anxious as Liam. He stayed on the floor, hugging his knees lightly, Liam was on the bed staring at nothing on the wall. Theo didn't know what to say. Liam was aware Theo knew about his wet dreams and who they were about. Theo was aware Liam knew he had dreamt something while knocked out.

"We should get some rest, you have a game early in the morning." Theo stood from his spot and walked to his side of the bed. He got under the covers but didn't lay down. Liam had yet to move but Theo could see that he was tense and sitting quite rigid. "Did you hear me Liam? Get some sleep." Liam turned to him. "Why are you brushing this under the rug?" Theo didn't know what to say. What did Liam want him to do?

"What else am I gonna do Liam? Yell at you for dreams you can't control, or punch you for calling me daddy?" Liam's face went red with embarrassment. "Or do you want me to make your fantasies come true. Pin you to the bed and fuck you so hard you can only remember my name." Theo knew he was crossing a line but he didn't care in that moment. "Fuck you Theo!" Liam grabbed his pillow and pulled the blanket from Theo. He walked to the corner of the room and laid down. Theo sighed but let it go and laid down as well.

Both boys tried to fight falling asleep, afraid of what their mind would dream up for them, but in the end it was to no avail. They dreamt of each other, in a way you're not supposed to dream about friends. Liam had once again submitted to the older boy, doing as he was told and getting rewarded for it. Theo on the other hand dreamt of a slow, sweet, and sensual time in Liam's bed.

Neither boy dared to look at the other as they got ready to hit the road. Theo was the first to shower, using the water to cover his chemosignal and he pleasured himself to the memory of his dreams. Liam showered next and he did the same as Theo. Chased his release as flashes of the blue eyed chimera and his skillful mouth went off in his mind.

By the time they were back on the road and headed for the game, both teens felt a bit calmer. Theo started to feel bad about what he said the night before. He shouldn have handled it differently. "Liam?" He tried knowing that Liam was to stubborn to talk first. "Liam I'm sorry about what I said. I shouldn't of reacted like that. It's not your fault that you're having these dreams." Liam relaxed a bit but he was still angry and embarrassed.

"Liam, I'm not mad or anything about what I heard last night. Everyone has sex dreams. They're more than likely caused by your lack of sex since Hayden left." Liam looked at him, ready to snap at him. "It's cool Liam, none of us have really had the time to go out and meet new people." Liam's retort died on his lips. "Can I just ask you one thing?" Liam already knew the question so he didn't give Theo a chance to ask.

"I don't know why I'm having dreams about you. They just started one day and haven't stopped. At first I was horny but no matter how much I jacked off the dreams just got worse and more detailed. After a while they started to feel so real." Liam took a deep breath and just looked out the window. His hands were shaking and he could feel his heart racing. Something he said was a lie but Theo couldn't pick it out. "Actually I was gonna ask about the daddy thing, but ok."

Liam didn't talk again after that. He didn't know where the daddy thing came from. After the first time it happened in a dream he looked it up. He found a lot of hate for the kink. Some calling it disgusting and describing it as a way for grown men to get away with sexualizing little girls. He can see that part of the argument. Except he's a 17 year old boy and Theo is nearing 19, there's no pedophilia in their relationship.

The other stuff he found was saying that it was a form of BDSM that was softer and less pain focused. It has more to do with submitting to a dominate and trusting that they will take care of you and not hurt you. It was like the master/slave thing but daddy was a lot more affectionate than calling someone master or sir. He figured the caring part is what he leaned more towards.