He’d wanted to kiss Julian twice, now. Once in the bar, when they’d been so close, and Julian had been glowing with sweat and joy and dancing with Isaac, laughter glinting in his eyes.
Then again, when Julian had been in shock from being hit in the eye, and Isaac had felt so overwhelmingly guilty, so afraid for a moment that Julian would be mad, call the whole thing off. He’d wanted to kiss it better, beg Julian to spend a little more time with him, not toleavehim when they’d just found each other again.
The feeling had been gone a split second later, but the memory of it lingered, curling up in the back of Isaac’s mind.
Isaac groaned, the thought of Julian’s mouth on his, hot and wet and so damnedgood, after so long, bringing him close to the edge. He could imagine the weight of Julian’s body on top of him, their bellies pressed together, hard cocks sliding against one another, hands grasping and groping and…
Isaac grunted as he came, spilling all over his hand. His orgasm took him by surprise, his heart hammering in his chest as it washed over him, leaving him arching his back off the bed as he stroked himself through it.
His head pounded for a few long moments as the last few waves of pleasure rolled through him, thoughts and feelings tangled up together too tightly to separate any of them out.
The only thing he could really think of was that he’d just come from thinking about kissing Julian. That he’d been dreaming about it before then.
That was probably why. No one could control who they had weird sex dreams about, and waking up after one, well…
It wasn’t the first time Isaac had desperately pulled himself off at five a.m., chasing the warmth and arousal of whoever he’d been dreaming about.
Hell, it wasn’t even the first time it’d been Julian, though he’d been a teenager last time, and too shocked to get himself off. The thought had haunted him for days, come back to him in flashes every time Julian got close.
Like most sex dreams, he supposed. His subconscious was just usually kind enough to let him have them about people he didn’t have a lot of contact with.
Or alternatively, people he was already screwing in the real world.
Isaac sighed, shaking his head to clear the last tendrils of the dream from his mind.
That didn’t have to mean anything. Sex dreams never did, not really. Except maybe that he was due to get laid.
He’d get to work on that when the tournament was over.
