This Love Was Out of Control (Fuenciado)

These Dark Dreams Gotta Mean Something

*Vic's POV*

"Fuck me really hard, please," I begged.

He stared in my eyes before crashing his lips to mine. His hands slithered to my pants, pulling them down instantly without unbuttoning it. Just before pulling my boxers down, he sucked on my skin. He wrapped his hand around my cock and began moving his hand up and down slowly.

He looked at me. "The way you're staring at me, it seems like you want something more pleasurable," he winked. I nodded. He replaced his hand with his mouth on me and began sucking on the tip.

"Fuck..." I moaned. "That feels so good. Don't stop." I tightened my grip on the sheets and let my head fall back. He bobbed his head faster. He looked at me a couple times. "I'm about to...oh God," I breathed out. "Make me cum." He grabbed my dick and held it straight. He licked the tip and forced my cock down his throat. He bobbed his head even faster. I came a couple seconds later and he cleaned it up. He fell on my side.

"You're a trip, Vic," he smiled, snuggling me. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Shut up and kiss me," I urged. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I pulled away just for a second. "I love you so much. I can't live without you."

A huge pointy finger stabbed me in the shoulder. "Asleep in my class again, Fuentes?" Mr. Davidson said.

"Mm-hm," I managed to mumble out. I kept my eyes closed and drifted back to sleep.

"Wrong answer. Now get up and go to your lab station. You don't want your partner doing all the work now, do we?" he said sarcastically, walking away from me.

I tumbled out of my seat and slowly scrambled my way over to the back counter. I pulled out the sheet of paper we needed. I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. He nodded and I ran as fast as I could. I turned on some cold water and splashed my face with it. Snap out of it, Vic. What is wrong with you? You're not gay so stop having gay dreams! It's wrong to be in love with a man; especially a man you don't know. I stared at my reflection.

I just realized something. I noticed that in my dreams, I never say the guy's name nor could I see his face. I can't make out the voice either. If I just listen closely, maybe I can figure out who the guy is.

These dreams are weird, but a good kind of weird. I'm so in love with this man and I'm into everything that we do. The sex is so amazing, but I feel like it's not only sex. I feel like we have such a strong connection and nothing can break us apart. But how can I feel that with someone I don't know? I'm thinking if I can picture who I'm with, maybe my dream will show me the guy's face. But it's gonna be so damn awkward picking out random people I'm sleeping with. I'll have to start with people I know. Maybe I'm sleeping with the same guy that sent me that love letter. It made my night yesterday reading it in the bus. But for now, I need to go back to class because I hate when Davidson throws an argument in the middle of class.

I rushed my way back in the doorway and skidded to my lab station.

I have to talk with as many guys as I can today. I know it sounds creepy as fuck, but I just have to know who I'm so madly in love with and why I'm so in love with this person. And the best thing to do is stare at all the guys in the room and picture me sleeping with them.

I snapped out of my thoughts while Davidson took attendance. "Older Fuentes?"

"Here...and wide awake!" I joked. He gave me a look and continued.

"Younger Fuentes?"

"Here!" Mike yelled.

"Gaskarth?"