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Dreaming in Color [MultiFormat]
eBook by Cameron Dane

eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
eBook Description: The sight of a red door saves Colin in his dream, but quickly a man appears and the dream becomes a thing of raw sexual need. He doesn't know his dream lover; only that the man needs him and he wants to experience the haunting dream in real, living color. Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices, violence.

eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, Published: 2009
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2009


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"Oh yeah, that's it. That's it." His lover held Colin's head in place and shoved his prick into Colin's mouth, filling him to the throat. Colin clutched the man's hips with digging fingers and held on tight, moaning as his own arousal grew with every deep pull on his partner's dick.

After two years, he doesn't feel like a stranger to me anymore. Even if I still don't know his face or name.

"Fuck." Colin's phantom lover moaned and yanked on his hair, hissing as Colin licked the underside of his prick with the flat of his tongue. "You suck good cock."

Colin craved the salty taste of this man's penis, skin, mouth, and ass more and more every night, even though a part of his brain now fully understood and accepted this was just a dream and that he walked around in it with a state of semiawareness.

Colin no longer cared.

It didn't matter that he could never get a full picture of his dream lover, and that his face lived in shadows that even sunlight could not penetrate. Once Colin got close to the white house, absorbed its welcoming warmth, and touched the red door, he knew the man would somehow appear, needing Colin, and that Colin could open himself up in a way he never had in real life, give peace to this man, and somehow have better sex than he ever had with a corporeal being.

The smooth, velvety texture of his lover's erection sliding in and out of Colin's mouth became more erratic; his breathing grew more labored, and his body grew tense. Colin redoubled his efforts, reached between the man's legs, and cupped his high, tight balls. Giving them a little rub and tug, Colin pulled back on the length of his lover's cock with incredible suction and teased the extrasensitive head.

Silently, the man shuddered, kept his hands buried in Colin's hair, and came. Warm spits of his sweet-tasting semen dropped on the back of Colin's tongue and slid down his throat, entwining their connection even more deeply. Colin stayed with his lover all the way through his orgasm, gentling his sucking with every wave, until his hair was finally released.

Abruptly, the man turned and dropped down on all fours, presenting Colin with his ass. "I want you." With his head hanging low, shadowing him, his voice was muffled by his body. He didn't turn around as he said, "Take me, Colin. Make me yours."

Colin's heart stopped then raced. "We've never..."

"I know." The man reached back and pulled aside one ass cheek, revealing his bud. "I want to feel you there. It's time."

Colin crawled forward, leaking a line of precum onto the hardwood floor, just at the sight of his lover's dark asshole. His cock jumped with excitement, and his chest squeezed at this additional level of trust. Colin moaned low in his throat at this new opportunity. He reached out to flick the striated entrance with his thumb--

* * * *

A fist suddenly jammed into Colin's upper arm with incredible strength, hurling him back to reality. He blinked, struggling to shake off the dream as he rubbed his shoulder and glared at the woman--his best friend Jordan--sitting next to him.

"Having one of those dreams again?" she asked, raising a perfectly plucked brow.

"What?" Good God. Colin glanced around the small airplane and felt his face heat. He had never dreamed about the house and phantom lover in public before. Always, he was at home in his apartment, at night, in bed. Why in the hell, after two years, would he suddenly have one of his dreams in the middle of the day, surrounded by a collection of friends and strangers?

Well, you don't get on many planes, which is one of the few ways that would lead to you fall asleep around other people. Use some common sense.

Unable to shake off the unease, Colin shifted his focus to the bride-to-be. "What's the matter?" he asked Jordan. "Why did you wake me up?"

"Because you're sporting a major boner." She opened the in-flight magazine and tossed it on his lap. "I didn't think you wanted that to reach its inevitable conclusion while you're sitting on a plane with a hundred other people."

"Thank you." Colin took a few deep breaths and clamped his teeth as he discreetly adjusted himself, searching for some easing of discomfort. God, he was hard. "I should be fine in a few minutes."

"Let's hope." Jordan reached across his body and pointed out the window. "Because I think we're almost there."

Colin followed the line of Jordan's finger, and his heart started hammering as two islands, peppered on various sides by smaller islets, came into view. The pure turquoise mass of water slowly became darker blue the closer the water got to the iris of white sand beaches surrounding the islands. Lush green exploded within the inner portion of land, and nestled within the sea of trees, Colin could see the rooftops of some of the larger structures covered in terra-cotta tiles. Somewhere on the coast of the island Vanua Levu was a large bungalow where Colin and a handful of friends, three of whom also happened to be his partners in a private investigation firm back home in Austin, would live for the next ten days.

Jordan whistled, and Colin could hear the murmurs of appreciation from other passengers on the plane as they looked out their windows too.

"Man," she said, "I think your suggestion of Fiji is going to end up being a great one. Would you look at how fucking beautiful that water is? I don't care that it's costing me and Tag a fortune. It will be worth it to have this celebration with no stress, only friends and Tag's immediate family."

Turning from the window, Colin grinned at Jordan. "You're going to be a beautiful bride." He took her hand and squeezed. "I can already see you crying like a baby when you exchange your vows under the setting sun."

"Shut up." Jordan punched him again. "I will not." As an investigator and part owner of their business, Jordan took great offense at anyone accusing her of anything too girly.

"Should we make a bet?"

Jordan scrunched her brow at him, but shifted her focus through the window and back to the beauty below them. "What made you think of Fiji?" she asked.

The pull of the islands drew Colin's stare again too. "Don't know." He found his attention shifting from the main islands to the scattering of smaller ones, and couldn't shake the strange sensation of familiarity. "I must have read something or saw something on the Travel Channel." Saying that aloud made Colin wonder if that was where the house on the beach in his dreams originated. Maybe it was as simple as seeing something beautiful on TV, and it implanting a bug in his subconscious. Tropical islands were certainly a far cry from Austin, Texas, or, more, Henderson, the smaller town in East Texas where he'd grown up, so he knew the setting hadn't come from his everyday life.

"I didn't know when I threw the suggestion of Fiji out there that you'd actually jump at it." Brushing the window with his fingertips, Colin imagined he reached through and touched the sand on the beach, already knowing it would be warm and ultrafine ... because his feet had already stood in it, and he had already sank his toes into the smooth dampness of it as the water from the ocean lapped at its edges.

"I don't know why," Jordan murmured, "but when you said Fiji, something inside me knew it was right. After that, I couldn't imagine getting married anywhere else."

"Speaking of your wedding, where's Tag?" Colin mentioned Jordan's fiancé. He had been sitting next to the guy before having the dream. "Shouldn't you be sitting with him sharing this first view?"

"All that man is thinking about is 'Where are the topless beaches?' and 'Will I have to eat fish and fruit the entire time we're here?'" Jordan chuckled and pushed a few strands of short auburn hair behind her ear. "He's a few rows up. You nodded off on him so he came and got me, then went to talk with his dad. I think he might have gotten a glimpse at your hard-on."

Colin shifted and removed the magazine from over his crotch. "Problem resolved."

Jordan glanced down at Colin's lap. "So I see." The mischievous twinkle in her soft brown eyes quickly turned subdued. "Are you really all right? Maybe you need to talk to someone about the power of these dreams. You shouldn't be hiding in them and living a life with someone who isn't real. Maybe they're just a manifestation of something buried deep inside you, and until you take care of whatever that is, they won't go away."

The dreams probably were about himself; Colin reluctantly accepted the truth in that, even though when he was asleep, everything about them felt so damn real and right, like he was supposed to be in that house with that man. If the dreams really were just a manifestation of himself, Colin didn't want to resolve whatever damage in his life or thoughts were responsible for creating them. If he did, the house and its owner would disappear.

Colin didn't know if he would be able to handle the loss.

"Colin?"

"I'm fine," Colin insisted. A dinging sound captured Colin and Jordan's attention, and the FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELT sign soon followed. Colin closed his eyes and prepared for descent.


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