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Chapter 1
It was a night like any other. At least he thought it was, but somehow it was different. He had this unsettling feeling in the pitch of his stomach when he went to sleep that day. He felt restless and he didn’t quite know why. It took him a while to fall asleep whereas he usually fell asleep pretty fast, a sleep that was more confusing than anything else and made him feel antsier than being awake. There were hands roaming up and down his chest, pressing against his heated skin, an unfamiliar, yet well-known weight on him that pressed the brunet against the mattress. The familiar feeling of someone straddling him, knees on both sides of his hips and lips searing the skin of his neck.
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The morning light in his face woke Brian up and he slowly opened his eyes to only clench them back together to the onslaught of brightness hurting his eyes. He turned his back to the windows and pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, groaning before he made his way to the bathroom, naked as the day he was born. Brian started the shower when the dream came back to him.
All in all, he could say that wet dreams were not something new or unusual to him but he had them rarely since he fulfilled all his sexual desires in real life already. But something felt weird about this dream because it hadn’t felt like a dream at all. It felt more like it had really happened but he knew better than anyone else that he kicked the last trick he fucked out yesterday. There was no one but him in the loft, not to mention that he had an alarm. So there was no way anyone could have been here. Or maybe he was going crazy. He chuckled and shook his head to himself as he got under the shower head, the hot water running down his skin. Shit. Mixing alcohol, ecstasy, and weed might not be a good idea after all. Maybe Mikey’s concerns were reasonable. Yeah, right…as if. He tried not to waste any more thoughts on stupid dreams that were a common occurrence for everyone, even gays.
But the dreams didn’t stop. They continued. And the second time around he got a good look on the face of the person haunting him. Blond hair that almost looked golden, blue, intense eyes staring at him, which appeared to glow in the dark - cupid bow lips that formed a seductive smile and looked like the most perfect pair of lips he had ever seen, and on top of that a strong jaw-line and a petite body which had a perfectly fuckable butt.
The dreams always had the same person in them, and it was slowly driving him insane because he had no idea who this person was; and why he reappeared in his goddamn dreams every single night. He was sure he would remember if he had fucked him… but he didn’t. Also, it still felt so fucking realistic as if he had had sex with this guy for real but that was just crazy. Maybe the tiredness was making him a little unreasonable… because no matter how early he went to bed, he always felt so fucking tired as if he hadn’t slept at all, or someone was waking him up with sex every night.
Fuck. Get your things together, nobody was fucking you in your sleep… Fucking pathetic.
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"Damn, Brian. You look like shit. What happened?" Michael asked as he sat beside the brunet and pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Good morning to you too, Mikey."
He knew he looked like shit. Thank you very much. He had a mirror at home that showed him that his skin was much paler and the circles under his eyes were horrendous, not even his clothes could make up for the fact that he looked like a zombie, a very tired one. Four days of not getting any rest could do that to a person.
"What happened?"
"Damn, sweety, looks like concealer could be a good use for you," Emmett commented as he settled down in the booth across of them, pulling Ted with him. "Well, a closer look and I think not even makeup could do the job."
"Thank you for your insightful commentary which nobody asked for," the brunet shot back and took a sip of his coffee, not that coffee made him feel any better.
"Maybe now that you look like the walking dead, maybe we have more chances at getting laid," Ted added as he leaned forward on his crossed arms.
Brian just stared at him, his mouth hung open at his atrocity.
"Ted, just because I might not look my best doesn’t mean that the guys around us have become fucking blind. And even at my worst, I’m still hot unlike some others," his eyes focused on Ted to make it obvious who he meant with others.
"Don’t be so mean to him. Teddy, here already has low self-esteem," Emmett put an arm around him while Ted made gestures that he was alright and pretty much used to it. Honestly, who wasn’t?
"If there was any, to begin with…" Brian yawned, leaning back in his seat as his eyes felt a little heavy and kind of dry. If the days continued like the last ones his wish of dying young and beautiful might just come true, even though when he reflected on it now, he could not let the world go its merry way without improving everyone’s lives with his mindful, carefully phrased commentary and his stunning good looks. That’d be a sad world.
"So?" Mikey turned to him.
"What?"
"Why do you look so exhausted?" Mikey asked again.
"Let’s just say I didn’t get enough sleep lately…"
"I told you, you should sleep instead of fucking your brains out, for years, Brian!"
"Well, sadly I can’t say that’s the reason for my restless nights," he responded "but something like that," he muttered to himself but Ted heard him anyway.
"Something like that? How?"
Three pairs of eyes were staring at him as if he had grown a second head. He wished they’d give him that kind of attention when he gave them his best life advises… or told them about one of yet another sexcapade.
"So?" Emmett inquired and supported his head on his folded hands, his elbows on the table.
Brian rolled his eyes at them for good measure before he resigned himself to his fate. Persistent idiots. He would just give them a vague answer, he didn’t have to mention any details, or they’d probably send him to a mental institution.
"I have dreams that seem to keep me awake," that’s what he thought at least. He actually had no idea if he was awake or not.
"You mean nightmares?" Michael already had his puppy-eyes glued to him. Jesus Christ. Why was he doing that again? He should have just gone with the lie that he was fucking ’til deep into the night, that’s all they thought he was doing anyway.
"No, they’re not nightmares exactly," Kind of, they are a little creepy but he wouldn’t describe them as nightmares, more likely as wet dreams if his bedsheets were any indication.
They all stared at him with confusion before realization dawned on Emmett’s face. Ten long seconds later.
"Oh my god! Brian Kinney having wet dreams?!" He screamed out with an amused expression and Brian was pretty sure now the whole fucking Diner was listening in on their conversation.
"Thank you for keeping quiet," Brian had a hard time to not roll his eyes again or to tape Emmett’s mouth shut or maybe punch him. Or maybe drown him in the sink of the bathroom.
"Really that’s the reason?" Ted questioned, apparently he thought, there was a big exciting story about why he looked like this. There was, but well when he thought about it, it’d probably sound only bizarre and illogical - not exciting at all.
"Yes, and as much as I’d like to enjoy your company right now, I have to go," he announced swiftly.
"You’re going already?", Micheal asked.
"Yup. Work calls," he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his friend’s lips.
"See you tonight at Babylon?"
"Hopefully, when I feel up for it."
Usually, he was always up for Babylon but since he felt like a truck rolled him over, twice, he wasn’t so sure if he had the energy for dancing and certain activities in the backroom.
He was about to go when he ran into Debbie. It was not his day. Fortunately, she didn't have anything in her hands, otherwise, his Armani suit would have been ruined for sure.
"Jesus fucking Christ! You look like shit! What happened to you?"
Brian took a deep breath but this time he couldn’t suppress his need to roll his eyes. He had about enough of it.
"Thanks, that’s so very kind of you but sadly I don’t have time for any explanations right now 'cause I gotta go to work," he pressed a kiss to Debbie’s cheek before he hurried out of the Diner. If he gave Debbie a chance to question him further he’d never get the chance to leave. And he desperately wanted to leave.
Also: How very kind of everyone to comment on his appearance. They made sure that when he felt like shit he also got to know he looked like it, too.
TBC