Whispers in the dark

Inspired by Jules' Wet Dream Challenge
MATURE


Wet dreams happened to everyone to the point where it was an accepted occurance but rarely ever actually spoken about in public. They were personal and private, only to be shared with someone close to you. Even roommates did not talk about the dreams they had which resulted in strange sounds during the night.

After classes had finished, Lake and Dimitri went back to Dimitri's room and spent the entire day on his bed. First they watched movies followed by a little light making out. Eventually, it began getting late and Lake thought it best he return to his own room. Before he could even slide off the bed, Dimitri's hand shot out and strong fingers curled around his wrist. Lifting eyes to look at the face of the older male, Lake shot him a confused expression.

"Why don't you stay here tonight?" the Russian asked.

"What about Zak? He'll want to go to bed and you know how he gets." Zak had no problems about either his friend's or his roommates sexual preference, but he always enjoyed making a fuss whenever the two of them were kissing around him. It wasn't limited to just them though. Zak did it with everyone. He could be such the five year old sometimes. "He'll complain about us making a noise or something, even though we aren't, and make kissing noises - AND he'd make out with his pillow." Lake pursed his lips in thought. "I don't want to see him do that again, Dimmy."

Dimitri smiled at him and curled both big, strong arms around him and cuddled Lake to his chest. "Well, we'll just have to be asleep when he comes back, or make it seem like you're not even here."

Lake arched a brow delicately and seductively. "You mean, like, be really quiet?" With a sly grin spreading over his lips, he slid onto his boyfriend's lap while looping his arms around his neck. "Dimmy, that's such a naughty suggestion," he purred, lips brushing against lips. "Oh Dimitri Utkin, what have you done to my innocence?"

Grinning like a cat with cream, Dimitri placed his hands on Lake's hips and closed that tiny gap between their mouths. "I was actually just hoping you'd sleep curled up with me. I never mentioned sex."

"Yeah, but you were thinking it."

And just like how it was never mentioned, it never happened either. Instead, the pair engaged in some heavy petting before Lake's mouth opened wide with a great big yawn. Zak still hadn't returned to the dorm room and so the two just assumed he'd snuck into the girl's dorm and was spending the night with Bridget. Not bothering to check with the lad in question whether or not this was true, Lake and Dimitri curled up beneath the covers. Dimitri had his back to the door and Lake's back pressed against his chest. Being such a quiet sleeper, the two that slipped into the dark dorm room some time later thought that only Dimitri was there.

Lake, however, found himself unable to sleep for long. Rolling over, he tilted his head up to pepper light kisses against Dimitri's lips while the older male slept. Or pretended to sleep because those lips slowly curled into a smile when they felt their mates' pair brushing them.

Moving in the dark, Lake climbed atop Dimitri, legs straddling the larger body, hands brushing the bare chest beneath him. Hips ground down against the body beneath him, moans muffled within passionate kisses filled with tongues and teeth. Since it hadn't been planned that Lake was going to stay the night he hadn't brought any pyjamas with him and wore only boxers, making every touch and movement that much more intense through the thin fabric. There was also the fact that Dimitri slept naked. No wonder Lake found himself unable to sleep when a completely naked Dimitri was curled around him.

Grinding down, crotch against crotch, Lake moaned into Dimitri's open mouth. Those strong arms he melted into every day wrapped about him, one hand on his hip while the other clutched the hair at the back of his neck. "B-b-oxers..." Lake mumbled into the kiss, dragging his nails down Dimitri's chest as he brought his own hands to the offending garment keeping skin from touching skin. It was awkward beneath the warmth cavern of blankets, but somehow Lake managed to remove his underwear and dump them onto the pile of clothes by the side of Dimitri's bed. As he went back to kissing, he could feel Dimitri's hand wandering, stroking palm flat over his rear. Grinding down once more, Lake swallowed a rather loud gasp as he felt his own hardened length brushing against the thick, hard cock that belonged to Dimitri.

There was so much going on between them that Lake almost didn't notice the sounds of moans reaching his ears. They weren't the deep, animalistic sounds his Russian boyfriend made. They were different. A slight higher pitch. A voice familiar, but never had he heard it making sounds like that before. Pausing the kiss, Lake propped himself on his hands and listened.

"Lakeski...?"

"Ssshhh..." He pressed a finger to Dimitri's lips and tilted his head to the side like a puppy listening to a strange new noise - which in essence was what Lake was doing.

There was panting and moaning. Someone was obviously getting pleasured. Tensing beneath the blanket that was hiding them both from sight, Lake's fingers curled, nails digging into the mattress. Someone was watching them and getting off to the it too by the sounds of things. Just as he was gathering up the anger to throw off the blanket and confront the voyeur the stranger's voice changed, altered and there was the obvious sound of them reaching their climax. Fear was bright in Lake's eyes as he stared at Dimitri's face. He'd obviously heard too. Before either of them could do anything though, a voice followed the moans.

"Z?... What is it?..."

Lake mouthed the single letter nickname, confusion replacing the fear.

"Bridge... I just had a wet dream,"

Realisation hit like a ton of bricks. Zak had come back to the dorm and his girlfriend had joined him. Neither of them had noticed that Lake was curled with Dimitri - or if they had just saw the two of them asleep and thought nothing of curling up together themselves. Nothing could happen if they were asleep.

Although, where Zakary Taylor was concerned, even when asleep things could still happen. Lake did his best not to start laughing, biting on his lip to stifle any sounds his might make.

"Bridge, it was.. a guy..."

That statement, however, had Lake nearly in a heap of laughter. To keep it back, Lake pushed his mouth onto Dimitri's, hoping the older male could distract him from laughing out loud and leading to the two of them getting caught. Dimitri obviously felt the same way, helping Lake stiffel his laughter with the sweep of his tongue and the gentle nibble to his already red and swollen bottom lip.

"Bridget," the male said, seriously, voice floating through the silence. "Does this make me gay?"

Now things were certainly getting a bit much. What kind of cosmic power existed for such a situation to occur? Letting his weight fall from the support of his arms, Lake pressed his body flat to Dimitri's, the older male's arms encircling him. He moved to rest his head on the flat planes of the Russian's chest, hand rising to push knuckle into his mouth, teeth clamping down to keep the laughter in. A hand stroked down his back, obviously soothing him while the couple in the other bed continued to talk about what they thought Zak's dream meant

Once silence had returned and Lake was sure the pair had drifted back to sleep, he moved back up to come face to face with Dimitri. "You know..." he whispered. "If Zak can have wet dreams about a guy giving him a blowjob while you're asleep, you should be allowed to have a wet dream too."

"But I'm not asleep."

Lake grinned in the darkness. "They don't know I'm here," he said, before sliding down beneath the covers, placing kisses down Dimitri's chest and he decended.