(18+) Now that's a weird dream?!

Nakul had hoped that their lives would get back to normal soon after 'that' incident...which it did.....but did it? Dhiraj's behavior indeed changed. Even though they had decided to forget what had happened, every time Nakul's eyes met Dhiraj's, he could see them filled with guilt. Dhiraj had also started hesitating about even small matters concerning Nakul.

Seeing a man as confident as Dhiraj walking on eggshells and becoming so anxious even about tiny things related to Nakul was somewhat disheartening for Nakul. Sure Dhiraj's guts always annoyed him. But Dhiraj's straightforwardness was something Nakul had always admired. Somewhere he had also started missing Dhiraj's sly remarks.

Of course, things got better with time. Dhiraj returned back to his playfulness. But Nakul could still sense some distance between them. Dhiraj's casual touches, his hugs and even roaming round shirtless....were all gone. 'But that's a good thing, right?' He thought. What was even more alarming to him was the fact that he often found himself debating if that's a good thing or not.

6 months had passed by since they 1st met. They 1st met at the beginning of monsoon. [A/N: the monsoon season starts in June in India] and now it was already the end of year. Now to Nakul, Dhiraj's presence only felt....natural.

'It's scary how humans easily adapt to the changes in their environment', he concluded. Because here he was, debating if getting use to Dhiraj's presence was a good thing or not. 'He was....so warm that night...' Nakul spaced out as he recalled the incident he so very wanted to forget.

'I've done the right thing by telling him to pretend nothing had happened.....right?...'

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[Nakul's POV]

The warm water feels so good. Steam surrounding us as our hot bodies collide together. His skin has gotten softer the more time we spend under the shower.

"Baby...tell me what you want...."

His voice....the way he whispers in my ears....I love it. His hands roam over my back, tracing my spine as he slowly nibbles the nape of my neck. He really does like to nibble.

"Fu..ah..ck...."it feels good.

Our eyes meet. I know what they want. He desires me. And I like that. I like the way his eyes reign all over my body. Stripping me naked with them. Consuming me devilishly.

It has been quite some time since I've felt so.....desperate....Desperate for someone to touch me. Touch me more.

His fingers run down my spine, stopping at the end of it. Only to grab my ass, massaging them in a circular motion. But that's not it. His wet tongue is working its magic. Going all the way to my jaw. Showering me with kisses. But I want more. As if he heard me, he moves towards my ears. He knows it's my weak spot.

"You're so beautiful...." his low whispers make my cock even harder. Touch it.....please. But those words don't escape from my lips.

His palms kept massaging my buttocks, making me arch my back. Applying just a bit more strength.

Harder.....

He knows how I want it. But he won't oblige. He wants to torture me. At least his tongue does. Because it moves to my ear. Licking the inside, his hoarse voice echoing inside my mind. He kept repeating "fuck...." over and over again in my ears. I know he's on the edge. He's torturing himself too by trying to hold back.

He moves away trying to figure out which part of my body he should attack next. And I can't bear even an inch of space between us.

I want him. I want him now.

I throw my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I put my hands in his hair, pulling and tugging it. I know he likes it. And he did. He pulls me by my waist as our cocks press to each other. More fluids leak out as I near the edge.

I didn't realize when I had started to rub my dick against his. All I know is.....I can't take it anymore. I want it. Now.

"I want to come"

"Can't be patient anymore?" he teases me with those breathy whispers.

I press my cock against his harder. Letting him know my needs. Our eyes meet and he smiles. I know that sly smile. He wants to torture me. Make me beg. Make me plead for more.

Impatient, I pull him closer once again and start to move hips. Stimulating myself so that I can come. Hoping this would make him want to put me out of my misery. Hoping he would make me...come.

But my torturer has no intention of doing that. He wraps his big hand around our cocks. But moves it ever so slowly that the torture made a tear escape from my eye.

I wanna come.

"Tell me what you want" he instructs me in that low pitched voice of his.

"Ahh...more....."

He increases the pace of his hands a bit. And my semen oozes out more. I feel it coming. More.....I start to move my hips faster. My eyes meet his. They are still unfazed. And here are mine. Half-closed. Already drowning in pleasure he's giving me.

More....

I grind my cock harder to his. He brought his lips close to mine. I open mine in anticipation. How would feeling them on mine feel like? How would sucking his tongue feel? I want to know.

"Tell me what you want" he asks me again. As if wanting me to confess something. But what?

"I want it harder. Make me come"

Finally, he smiled. The torture finally ended as he increases the pace of his hands. He is rubbing them together and our semen's mix. Fuck...it feels good....

"I'm coming...."

That's when he slows the pace, torturing me again. He let out his classic sly smile. I know he wants something.

"Admit you want this...."

I cannot say that....but...I want to come....I want to...Everytime....you stop here. Don't...let me come.....Please...

"Please...."

"Not please..... Tell me YOU want this....."

"I wanna come...."

"No...admit it....YOU.....want this..."

"no....I just...I...Ahhh..." every time....every time he doesn't let me finish.....why?! Doesn't he know.....His eyes...they way he looks at me....with that starved gaze.....hunger oozing out....they just...they just make my dick....so hard....

Wait....they make me hard...?!!!!!

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Nakul woke up from his wet dream. He was laying on his stomach, still humping over the folds of the blanket. He soon felt something wet in his crotch area. He put his hand down there to check and he realized it was his ejaculation.

'FUCK.....not again....'

He sat up straight in frustration, trying to understand what had happened. He recalled the events that had unfolded just a few seconds ago in his dream. Drenched in sweat, he could still feel his skin tingling all over the places where.....he had touched him in that dream.

'FUCK....' Nakul cursed himself again as he crashed on the bed once again. This he was none other than Dhiraj. What was even more frustrating was that these types of wet dreams were becoming frequent guests of his nights. All these dreams started with him and Dhiraj all naked being intimate. And as more time passes by, they indulge themselves with each other in their carnal desires.

And what was worse was that Nakul found himself so turned on by even the slightest touch of Dhiraj in these dreams. But every time he neared the climax, Dhiraj would ask him to admit that he wanted that. And since Nakul was never able to do that, he usually ended up awake without orgasming. Feeling all frustrated.

Nakul closed his eyes, not understanding why he was having these dreams. A part of him knew, but he was afraid to voice that, not wanting to confront it.

'NO. I'm just sexually frustrated. That's all. I'm not....I'm not attrac.....I'm NOT.'

He laid in his bed with his eyes closed, relaxing his breath. His briefs, wet due to the ejaculation, touched his already half-erect dick once again. That sensation felt weird. His mind went back to the shower. Where his cock grinded into Dhiraj's, as Dhiraj's big hand was pleasuring him, taking him closer to the climax. He unconsciously let out a moan.

His eyes opened wide upon understanding what he was doing. His dick was rock hard once again. And he knew, there was nowhere to escape now.

'I will HAVE to face this. I need to clear my mind about this.'

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