As Edmund works his tongue around Jackson’s cock, head bobbing up and down, Jackson’s head is turned back to Hakeem. He grasps his chin between his thumb and finger, stifling Jackson’s moans of pleasure with a deep kiss.
Jackson can feel the tip of Hakeem’s length search for his hole, he tries to move his ass into place to grant him access. Hakeem’s tip finds its intended target, breaking the kiss to look at Jackson, a question burning behind his gaze. Jackson knows what this vision of Hakeem is asking, and he’s desperate for it. He nods his head and dives back in for a kiss. As their tongues intertwine, Hakeem leads the tip of his cock to the tight hole of Jackson’s ass. He presses the tip against it, letting it ease its way in.
Jackson is thankful this is a dream. This is definitely going smoother than it would in reality. He feels Hakeem’s length find its way into his ass, tightening around the girth, swallowing every inch. He feels every thrust of Hakeem’s hips as the tip of his cock hits that sweet spot deep within. Between the deep kisses, the feel of Hakeem inside him and the twitch of his own cock racing to the edge in Edmund’s mouth, Jackson’s mind is a puddle of ecstasy.
Edmund releases Jackson’s cock from his mouth, leaving it glistening with spit. Jackson pulls away from Hakeem’s mouth only to be turned to Edmund, who crashes their mouths together. He can taste himself on Eddie’s lips.
Hakeem falls back taking Jackson with him, his legs tangled in Hakeem’s, holding them open. Jackson lets himself fall into Hakeem’s arms, were they always this strong?
He looks at Edmund who has stripped, hard muscles covering his body. He strokes his erect length, it throbs in his hand waiting for release.Jackson’s eyes widen in realization that he is truly about to be devoured.
Edmund’s eyes soften as a question escapes his lips, lips that were just wrapped around Jackson’s cock, inhaling him. “Do you want us both, my dearest?”
Hakeem’s movement’s still, he nuzzles into Jackson’s neck. Jackson’s breathing is growing more labored as he grows impatient. If this was his dream he was going to be as selfish as possible and take everything he could want.
“Yes,” Jackson replies between shallow breaths. He’s sweaty and starting to ache; the feeling addicting. “I need you both. Let me feel everything you feel for me. That is my wish.”
Hakeem nibbles as his neck, Edmund dives in for a kiss. Jackson is lost to their touch.
Edmund’s cock finds Jackson’s hole, though filled with Hakeem’s length, it accepts Edmund wholeheartedly. If this wasn’t a dream Jackson would feel as though he was being ripped apart, but this was pleasure in its purest form. He could feel all of Edmund and Hakeem, filling his very being. Every thrust, every movement, they drove themselves deep into Jackson, and he reveled in the sensation. He felt their lust, their desire, but something else lingered deep beneath the surface. Jackson has had sex before, but this was different. They were making love to him.
This was passionate, deliberate, meant for no one else but him.
Why?
Who were these men to Jackson? Roommates? Friends? Hakeem was his perfect mana match but that didn’t equal this, not right away. Right? And what about Edmund? He just met him. He knew of him in passing only and nothing more. How could they fill his thoughts like this? Was it his magic acting out? Was this some deep desire brought to the surface? Was it feelings twisted by his dark powers? Was this what Brenda had in mind when she added the clause to her will? Did she mean him to find these men, to feel all of this?
He refused to accept this as fact, at least not yet. If this held some deeper meaning that translated to reality, Jackson would find out for himself. He would get to know these men for himself, outside of dreams of lust and desire. He would forge his own path, whether it ended with him alone or in their arms once more was yet to be seen. For now he let himself revel in their touch, their warmth, the throb of their cocks stirring his insides.
They race to climax with each thrust. Jackson throws his head back and bites into Edmund’s hard neck, fangs piercing flesh, arms wrapping arounda broad back, skin burning with desire. His nails dig into the muscles of Edmund’s back, as though the man could be any closer to him. He feels Hakeem’s hold tighten as he draws him in closer.
Eddie lets his body fall onto them both. Jackson is pinned between muscle and heat. He feels their seed fill him up as he releases all over his stomach, sticky hot strings of cum erupting from his cock.
* * *
The storm over the city settles, the glow of the mana well filling the entire terrace. The fallen snow melts under its light, not a single flake dared stay in its presence. The boys toss and turn, soft moans escaping each of their lips. It’s the best night’s sleep any of them had in years, though they wake up covered in sweat, their pants stained by the memory of dreams that lingered in the back of their minds.
* * *
The next morning, none of the boys dared hold each other’s gaze, vivid memories of the night before rushing into their minds. They exchange good morning and polite nods, the mood vastly different from the night before.
Unsure of what’s come over them, Jackson decides to break the silence with a question. “So… How’d you guys sleep? Good?”
In immediate unison, cheeks flushed, Hakeem and Eddie both answer, perhaps too fast. “YUP!”
The tension in the air grows thick, then shatters when Jackson doubles over in laughter. “Fantastic. After yesterday I’m glad we all had a good night.” He gives a cheeky wink to his roommates then crosses the room to settle on the sofa.
Eddie and Hakeem exchange a confused look, but both break into a smile. Giggles come from them both as they settle in the living roomwith Jackson, cups of tea and coffee in hand. Jackson takes another sip of coffee and regards his roommates. “You guys all set for classes to start back up Monday? I swear the break just slips away from you, doesn’t it?” Hakeem and Eddie both nod and voice their confirmation. The boys spend the morning in each other’s company, chatting and browsing through the shows available to stream. They express their fond surprise that their viewing tastes seemed to fall into similar categories. Thoughts from last night aside, and whether all the boys shared the same thoughts far to the side, this promised to be an interesting new year for all three of them.
Chapter 11
Jackson calls his mother and father, to update them on the roommate situation. He figured they’d hear from Wendy when his father went into the downtown office on Monday, but the news of his mana match should come from him.
“A mana match? Are you certain, Jackie?” Annabella’s voice is laced with uncertainty, a hint of surprise ringing through.
“Yes, mother. When my magic responded to his call, even changing color in his hand, it’s hard to deny the facts. Plus, Hakeem has djinn magic. I simply wished to know what the hell it all meant and the answer rang true in both our heads. Believe me, I never expected this to happen, but perhaps Brenda had one last trick up her custom silk sleeves.”
Silence fills the air, Annabella doesn’t respond for what feels like ages. “Mother? Are you there? Father? Hello?”
