“MEOW”
* * *
In the darkness, the flashing lights bounce off the pavement, the wetness from the heavy mist clinging to the surface. All I can hear is the sound of my heart pounding in my chest and the hard slap of my shoes against the pavement. My dreams are always changing in the little details. It was so hot on that day you could feel the asphalt melting under your feet. This time, it’s cold and wet. The only thing that always stays the same is me turning the corner and seeing Jacqueline’s tiny body lying on the ground. But this time when I turn the corner, she isn’t there. Wait, this is not how it is supposed to go? I whip my head up, searching around. The next thing I know, I’m sitting on the old blue swing set in my childhood backyard and Jacqueline is sitting next to me, her whole body glowing with her smile.
“I hope you realize it’s okay to let me go,” she says.
“I don’t think I can,” I whispered, my tears falling hot and heavy on my face.
“He’s right, you know? I was happy because of you. You were the BEST big brother.”
I hastily wipe at my eyes as I chuckle. “You were the BEST little sister.”
“Do you like him?” she asks
“Yeah, I really do. He is a good person.”
We spent our childhood trying to find good people like Ms. Roberts, the little old lady next door who used to watch Jacqueline when I was at work, but back home, they were hard to find.
“Maybe you should start dreaming about the future again,” she says, with a childlike gleam in her eye.
“You always were the smart one,” I laugh.
“It’s because I had you.”
* * *
The feel of Spencer’s warm body shifting pulls me from my sleep. God, seeing her smile again… it was a bittersweet feeling, even if it was only in a dream. The thought of it causes a smile to spread across my face, and I hold Spencer closer.
He has his head on my shoulder, arm splayed across my chest, and legs tangled. The morning light is peeking through the blinds, casting a soft glow on his skin. God, he is beautiful. I let my fingertips dance across his arm, feeling his soft skin pebble under my touch. I quietly chuckle when he stirs.
“Good morning sleepy head.”
“Noooo, no, nope! Don’t make me.”
“I see we are not a morning person,” I say with a laugh.
He burrows deeper into my side, his voice muffled.
“Blanket burrito!”
“Well, I guess I'll have to tell Gallifrey that his dad would rather be a blanket burrito than feed him breakfast.”
There is a loud gasp, and Spencer pops his head up.
“First you bring him here to save me and now you are sacrificing me?”
“Trust me sweetheart, it’s all for the greater good. I want to take you out for breakfast before we both have to head into work.”
Spencer rubs his chin like he is in deep thought. “Well, I suppose I am kinda hungry,” he says, licking his lips and eyeing me like I’m on the menu.
My cock, already aching from my morning wood, twitches when he pulls himself up and straddles my hips.
“You look famished,” I say, arching my hips up into him.
He leans down and whispers, “I could use a little protein,” before kissing my jaw, then my neck. Jesus Christ, this guy!
I’m reveling in this side of him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty fond of the klutzy, shy Spencer, too. But knowing how much he struggles with this side of himself, it’s a beautiful thing to see, and it makes it that much more of a turn on.
