The voice from behind finishes Jackson’s sentence, echoing the mischief in his tone. “What do you wish we do?”
Eddie knew this was a dream, a really good dream nonetheless. He never thought he would dream of people he just met in this way, but won’t lie to himself and wish for this to end. Something deep within demanded it go on.
Jackson spoke in unison with the figure behind Eddie’s back, who drew him closer to his embrace. “Let us indulge you.”
* **
The storm has calmed, the wind grown still, but snow now falls in large flakes across the city. The crystal ball on the terrace of the boy’s apartment continued to glow, forest green. The snow melted around the mana well, seeming to grow stronger as the storm settled around it.
* * *
Jackson wanders, aimlessly, through a misty landscape. Green, blue and silver swirling around him, a beautiful sight to behold. The damned bathrobe he was wearing earlier hangs to his frame loosely, he lets it fall to the ground and leaves it behind, it’s doing him no favors. He is tired, desperate to rest, this day has exhausted him mentally more than physically.
Jackson sways as he walks, coming to a stop only to slowly fall backwards, needing to be done with it all.
A pair of slightly rough hands catch him, grabbing on to his bare pale shoulders. As the person behind him lowers them to the ground, the smell of tea fills the air. Black tea, loose leaf like the kind Hakeem drank that morning. It was earthy, slightly bitter; Jackson enjoyed the smell. The warmth of bare skin, the scratch of hair behind his back, and the feeling of something firm behind his ass draws Jackson out of his trance. He turns his head to see who caught him.
Before his eyes settle on his target the gentle press of lips meets his own. Jackson’s startle gasp is swallowed by warm lips, he closes his eyes and leans into the kiss. It’s soft, slow and careful, as if Jackson would break with any more pressure. Jackson pulls away and settles his forehead to theirs, breathing uneven.
Jackson opens his eyes and is met with a gentle gaze of silver, one usually hidden behind glasses in a thin frame. Messy brown curls fall on to a tan forehead, a kind smile warming their expression.
Hakeem is looking back at him as if Jackson were the most precious thing he ever held. A whisper escapes his lips, tickling Jackson’s ear. “Please be careful, ya habibi Jackson,” Hakeem kisses the base of Jackson’s neck, gentle and warm, lingering for barely a moment, a shiver racing down hisspine. “We never want you to feel pain. We want to fill your life with love and warmth. We don’t want you to be alone.”
Hakeem continues to kiss Jackson’s neck; he leans into the touch of the man holding him in his embrace, but a question lingers at the back of his mind.
“We?”
Before Jackson could voice his question aloud, ecstasy rushes through his body. He arches his back falling further into Hakeem’s warmth, a gasp of pleasure escaping his lips. He blushes at the sound he made, Hakeem chuckling into his neck, lips barely grazing the skin.
Jackson looks down his legs, they are spread apart and someone has nestled himself between them. Deep blue eyes lock with his, Edmund- kissing his way up the toned muscles on Jackson’s leg, his touch dancing over the skin, goosebumps erupting wherever Edmund’s fingers grazed.
“Are you hurt, my dearest?” He asks, voice gentle and warm.
Jackson didn’t know what to expect from the scene in front of him, this most certainly wasn’t it. A mix of longing and concern clouds Edmund’s gaze; expression settled squarely on him.
“Whatever pains you let us bear the cross with you. Let us share in your joys and bring you more. May you never shed a tear alone. May the grips of loneliness never sink their claws into your skin again.”
No one has talked to Jackson like that in decades, why would they? Why was Edmund saying these things to him? They just met hours ago.
Hakeem turns Jackson’s head back to his and steals another kiss, this one hungrier. “You deserve the world, if you give the command we will take it for you.” He whispers against his lips.
Hakeem is a gentle soul from what Jackson had seen, where was this aggression coming from? Jackson can’t even process what was said before Eddie takes his chin in his hand, turning his head to seal their lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwine, a groan escapes from Jackson as he falls deeper into the kiss. Eddie releases a growl from deep in his hard stomach. He pulls back and levels his darkened gaze at Jackson, looking as though he was going to devour him like a starved beast feasting on fresh meat.
Hakeem was soft, slow and gentle. Eddie was rough, hungry and fast. The duality of the sensations Jackson is experiencing is dizzying. He needs a moment to process this, yet never wants it to stop.
Jackson is dreaming, a very vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. No matter how real it felt; Hakeem’s soft touch, Edmund’s hungry kisses, it was just a dream. Jackson’s moment of clarity didn’t last long. Edmund had worked his way back down his torso to his crotch. His tongue and lips exploring every inch of skin on his way down, goosebumps erupting at every point of impact. Edmund’s face was less than an inch away from the tip of his erect cock, which leaked in anticipation of what was to come. Edmund’s tongue caressed the tip, cleaning up the drip of precum that escaped its slit.
A shiver runs down Jackson’s spine, his breath growing heavy. He should stop this. He just met these men, this is too much to dream about. It is so vivid, so real.
Hakeem’s voice draws his attention to the man at his back; naked body, soft and warm, pressed against Jackson. “What do you wish of us, ya qalbi? Say the word and we stop. We are yours to command.”
Jackson’s glossy eyes locked with Hakeem’s gentle gaze, then turned to the ravenous stare of the man who waited at his groin. He can feel the press of Hakeem’s length at the curve of his ass, warm and hard.
Jackson locks eyes with Edmund, steeling his resolve. He knew what he wanted, it was his dream so he would take it. The chance to feel a fraction of what he craved most was too tempting to relinquish. The words escape his mouth in a command, though his voice no louder than a whisper. “Devour me.”
Hakeem’s sultry voice rings in his ear, the smile in his tone apparent. “As you wish.”
Edmund takes the entirety of Jackson’s erect cock in his mouth. He works his way down the hilt to the base crowned by dark hairs, tongue enveloping his shaft, teasing the six metal balls of Jackson’sJacob’s Ladderpiercing in a wet warmth. Jackson whimpers in the mens’ hold as the three bars through his erect length are played with.
