Their lips intertwined, sliding together as his tongue glided against Cody’s lips. Cody felt the eyelashes trembling on his cheeks, and fingers roaming through his hair. He pulled Cody’s hair back, and a velvety moan laced in a pain escaped from Cody’s mouth. Cody’s head tilted, forcing him to open his lips, and then he pushed his tongue inside, making Cody play with him and aptly, he tangled his tongue with Cody’s and pulled it outside. Being played and at his mercy, Cody surrendered, admitting this man was all he was needing until now.

His lips left Cody’s and coming down on his chin, he softly nibbled his lower lip, and downwards, and then his calloused palm gripped around Cody’s neck. Choking, Cody screamed, “Drake!” Panting, Cody took hold of the bedsheets tightly. Drake slowly and skillfully was commanding him at least in his dreams.

 

Sweetheart, wake up

Wake up, sweetheart

Sweetie, the sun is rising

Idiot, you are late for college

 

The continuous buzzing broke into Cody’s sleep. Half-awake, but with full-blown lust oozing from his dick and sweating body. He was aghast at how Drake dominated him in his inner thoughts, yet it was Max in real life. He tossed to the other side of the bed. The alarm buzzed again. Cody was back to reality.

The melodious sound from the alarm clock on the side table kept buzzing louder with every passing second, and the voice and tone were changing with every new beep. The last call was an ugly shriek, of course, stored by Cody. He had recorded his voice of to shout out after every minute. He was bad at getting up every morning. Back home, there was no one to disturb him, nor did he have any early jobs to do, except going to school. But here, after meeting with his damn professors, he was investing around an hour every day just to groom himself. He was torn between them. He had chosen the man of his dreams, of his life. But both were beyond resistance. He couldn’t control freaking out when either came close to him, and their eyes lingered on his body. He just became ablaze. ‘Damn! Fucking pussies! Can’t they just grab my ass in front of everyone and claim what they want? Of course they can’t! We still live in a cowardly orthodox society.’

The sound of the alarm sounded in his ears as night’s moaning faded away. He gradually recalled more of what happened that night. He had nothing else going on in his mind. The lust was still intoxicating his thinking, and it was all about his dreams. He lay face down and as the alarm voice cried out again, and higher, it sounded to him like his grunts and so, Cody’s hips pulsed automatically. Responding to him, they were moving slowly inside and out. He could not do anything he was that damn good in bed. Taking control of Cody fully and dominating him with the flow of testosterone.

Soon Cody felt someone shaking him hard, and he realized the snooze alarm had kicked in. His daydream was mixed up together to give him this feeling. He moaned at the person shaking him awake. From the corner of his eye, he peered up and saw it was his roommate Joseph, and then he found Joe was giggling which converted into full-blown laughter. Joe was laughing at his heart.

“Hey dude why are you behaving like you are being fucked? You are still in the house,” He kept on speaking for some time, but Cody was pulled back into his last dream which was intoxicating, and the pleasure it was injecting into his body was much better than the eyes of his room partner who was laughing at him. Cody reciprocated the way he was doing in his dream, but the feelings were lost. He was being watched while having some forbidden lust, and this pushed him far away from the thoughts of what was happening during his early morning doze. He turned and lay straight on the bed, then opened his eyes, and stared at Joseph laughing hard at him.

“Joe, I will kill you one day.” Cody yelled and threw a pillow at Joe’s head, but he still kept laughing. Cody dragged himself to the shower as he heard Joseph murmuring at his back.

“Why is this guy behaving like a slut all day and night? He just wants to sleep here and there even in his dreams.” He was partially correct. Cody really wanted to sleep around but not exactly like a slut. Only with him, The Man of His Life, for whom he desired every second of his time. He was with Cody, and last night he was with Cody, doing the same things as Cody dreamed of this morning. Cody just could not get over him. Max was clinging to all his thoughts, and was all over him. And he really didn’t want to be rid of his dreams. Cody always longed for Max to have the same hangover as he had for him.

Cody came back out looking for the towels he had forgotten, and found Joseph was sitting on his bed still amused. When he saw Cody, the smirk on his face grew larger. Cody was aware he was the guilty party, but he didn’t want to have that feeling, and especially not show it on his face.

“Jesus forget whatever you saw. Just get over of it, for god’s sake. I wasn’t doing anything. I wasn’t dreaming, I was just playing. Mimicking. You can’t tell me how to react in such a situation.” Though Cody felt he knew it was why he was doing the same, but there had to be something there to be played out between two roommates. “If you don’t stop staring at me like this with those meaningful eyes, I will definitely make you as embarrassed as I am feeling right now.” Cody stared at him with an almost want, but there was nothing except a smile from Joe who started laughing and clapping his hands. Cody knew he was not going to stop. He just jumped on him, pulling him down and pretending to kiss and smooch with him, but Joseph was harder and stronger than him. In one go he pushed Cody onto his back, and fell completely on him. Soon the feeling was reversed. They stared into each other’s eyes for some time before Cody pulled away. But he saw something in Joseph’s eyes which was more than a friendship. But of course it was only affection and not love.

Joseph was there still smirking and laughing in between. But the strength with which he pushed Cody down and nailed him, and the way his warm body felt against his skin, was something which ignited his loins immediately. Cody couldn’t react at that moment. Probably best if he said, he didn’t know how to react in that position. Cody was embarrassed, plus he was aroused. Joseph stared at Cody, and before he could say anything, Cody pushed him off, stood and then pulled off his t-shirt and threw it at Joe’s face. Before Joe could remove it, Cody pulled off his shorts and threw them at Joe too. On finding nothing left to say, Cody could only stand nude before him, and Joe stared back. Now it was Joe’s time to be embarrassed.

Joe shouted, “For god’s sake man, put on some clothes or wrap yourself round with the towel. Get yourself in the shower. I am not like you,” but he didn’t close his eyes. Cody saw him looking up and down at his body, especially his thighs, and staring at his dick. Cody took the towel from the floor which he had thrown down while they were fighting, and walked as he was into the shower, as a proud, butt-naked man of the house. Joe was there watching his ass. He shouted from the bedroom, “It definitely deserves to be pounded like that, but in a much better way. Endlessly. Wholly. Lustfully.” Cody didn’t say anything and just came back out after a quick shower with the towel thrown over his shoulder. Now he had no shame with Joe, because he had already been nude in front of him. Joseph was still gazing at him. Cody went to his wardrobe, put on some cologne, then pulled on a pair of skinny jeans, and a navy-blue and white, striped, hooded top.

“Somehow you look very smart. Adorable. Vulnerable. And deserving to be loved.” He muttered at Cody.

Cody opened his arms to Joe, “So I am, but I am choosy too. I chose my partner. Last night I finalized the Man of My Life.” Cody shrugged, winked, showed some sassiness, and walked out the door. He was already late for his dream teacher’s lecture.