Chapter 52

Jason forgets the dream and undresses at the end of the bed. He slips out of his T-shirt, shorts, and underwear, leaving a pile of clothes on the boarded floor. He walks into the connecting bathroom, turns on the shower, and steps under its chilly spray.

The dream doesn’t leave him as he washes his chest with soap and cold water. All he can see is the long scene playing again and again in his mind: a naked Antonio on the white, fur bed; Dillon entering the room and stepping up to the bed; Antonio spreading his legs open; Dillon applying the lube and condom to his cock and…

“Stop…Just stop,” Jason prattles, shakes his head. “Dillon’s faithful. He’s devoted to me. Only me. He won’t cheat on me. We’re meant to be together. He won’t screw me over. He loves me. Get it into your head.” He blocks the nightmare out of his mind, calms down a bit, and finishes the short shower; it’s refreshing, needed, and he rinses the humid grime off his torso, shoulders, legs…and his thoughts.