Mad: Always a dream
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spongetastic"A bird may love a fish, signore, but where will they live?" --Ever After
When Peter went to sleep, he always dreamt of Desmond. They relaxed together on the beach exchanging comfortable small talk. They felt the sea breeze on their skin and listened to the gentle sigh of the tide moving against the sand. They stood on the deck of a cruise ship with other couples. Here they could openly show affection without being shunned. They were together in Desmond's bed with the sheets tossed haphazardly around their naked bodies.
That one was his favorite dream.
"I'll always be here for you," Desmond murmured, fingers combing gently through the other man's hair.
"I know," Peter murmured back, shifting his body closer to his lover's. "I know. I trust you." His fingers touched Desmond's hair carefully. "Will you kiss me, Desmond?" he asked, eyes flickering up hopefully to the other man's face.
"Always," Desmond answered. His other hand slid around Peter's body to pull him closer until their lips connected. Peter sighed happily, his eyes fluttering closed as he responded to the man.
"I love you, Desmond," Peter whispered. They were very important words, enough for him to repeat in his waking hours. Very few things remained after he woke up, but for some reason Desmond and those words always did.
"I love you too," Desmond responded.
They kissed, their lips soft at first but quickly becoming stronger as their desire grew. Peter moved to get as close to Desmond as he could. Sometimes Desmond would fit into the tight place inside Peter's body and bring them both to climax. Sometimes it was Peter feeling Desmond arch under him and finding all the places that made Desmond melt.
Whenever they were together like this Peter felt warm and safe. In fact, being with Desmond in any capacity gave him that feeling. He could spend hours lying in bed with his lover, or sitting cuddling in the man's arms, or just talking with him over a meal. At the moment he was nuzzling happily against Desmond's neck.
It was the most wonderful dream. Peter carried the memory of it when he woke. He wasn't supposed to remember. He knew this. Yet he did, and the dreams were what sustained him when he couldn't see Desmond in his waking hours. He hoped that some day he wouldn't have to dream to share those moments with Desmond. Some day, he wanted to be with Desmond for real.
For now, all he had were his dreams.
When Peter went to sleep, he always dreamt of Desmond. They relaxed together on the beach exchanging comfortable small talk. They felt the sea breeze on their skin and listened to the gentle sigh of the tide moving against the sand. They stood on the deck of a cruise ship with other couples. Here they could openly show affection without being shunned. They were together in Desmond's bed with the sheets tossed haphazardly around their naked bodies.
That one was his favorite dream.
"I'll always be here for you," Desmond murmured, fingers combing gently through the other man's hair.
"I know," Peter murmured back, shifting his body closer to his lover's. "I know. I trust you." His fingers touched Desmond's hair carefully. "Will you kiss me, Desmond?" he asked, eyes flickering up hopefully to the other man's face.
"Always," Desmond answered. His other hand slid around Peter's body to pull him closer until their lips connected. Peter sighed happily, his eyes fluttering closed as he responded to the man.
"I love you, Desmond," Peter whispered. They were very important words, enough for him to repeat in his waking hours. Very few things remained after he woke up, but for some reason Desmond and those words always did.
"I love you too," Desmond responded.
They kissed, their lips soft at first but quickly becoming stronger as their desire grew. Peter moved to get as close to Desmond as he could. Sometimes Desmond would fit into the tight place inside Peter's body and bring them both to climax. Sometimes it was Peter feeling Desmond arch under him and finding all the places that made Desmond melt.
Whenever they were together like this Peter felt warm and safe. In fact, being with Desmond in any capacity gave him that feeling. He could spend hours lying in bed with his lover, or sitting cuddling in the man's arms, or just talking with him over a meal. At the moment he was nuzzling happily against Desmond's neck.
It was the most wonderful dream. Peter carried the memory of it when he woke. He wasn't supposed to remember. He knew this. Yet he did, and the dreams were what sustained him when he couldn't see Desmond in his waking hours. He hoped that some day he wouldn't have to dream to share those moments with Desmond. Some day, he wanted to be with Desmond for real.
For now, all he had were his dreams.