Chapter 10 #2
Jackson wanders, aimlessly, through a misty landscape.
Green, blue and silver swirling around him, a beautiful sight to behold.
The damned bathrobe he was wearing earlier hangs to his frame loosely, he lets it fall to the ground and leaves it behind, it’s doing him no favors.
He is tired, desperate to rest, this day has exhausted him mentally more than physically.
Jackson sways as he walks, coming to a stop only to slowly fall backwards, needing to be done with it all.
A pair of slightly rough hands catch him, grabbing on to his bare pale shoulders.
As the person behind him lowers them to the ground, the smell of tea fills the air.
Black tea, loose leaf like the kind Hakeem drank that morning.
It was earthy, slightly bitter; Jackson enjoyed the smell.
The warmth of bare skin, the scratch of hair behind his back, and the feeling of something firm behind his ass draws Jackson out of his trance.
He turns his head to see who caught him.
Before his eyes settle on his target the gentle press of lips meets his own.
Jackson’s startle gasp is swallowed by warm lips, he closes his eyes and leans into the kiss.
It’s soft, slow and careful, as if Jackson would break with any more pressure.
Jackson pulls away and settles his forehead to theirs, breathing uneven.
Jackson opens his eyes and is met with a gentle gaze of silver, one usually hidden behind glasses in a thin frame. Messy brown curls fall on to a tan forehead, a kind smile warming their expression.
Hakeem is looking back at him as if Jackson were the most precious thing he ever held.
A whisper escapes his lips, tickling Jackson’s ear.
“Please be careful, ya habibi Jackson,” Hakeem kisses the base of Jackson’s neck, gentle and warm, lingering for barely a moment, a shiver racing down his spine.
“We never want you to feel pain. We want to fill your life with love and warmth. We don’t want you to be alone. ”
Hakeem continues to kiss Jackson’s neck; he leans into the touch of the man holding him in his embrace, but a question lingers at the back of his mind.
“We?”
Before Jackson could voice his question aloud, ecstasy rushes through his body. He arches his back falling further into Hakeem’s warmth, a gasp of pleasure escaping his lips. He blushes at the sound he made, Hakeem chuckling into his neck, lips barely grazing the skin.
Jackson looks down his legs, they are spread apart and someone has nestled himself between them. Deep blue eyes lock with his, Edmund- kissing his way up the toned muscles on Jackson’s leg, his touch dancing over the skin, goosebumps erupting wherever Edmund’s fingers grazed.
“Are you hurt, my dearest?” He asks, voice gentle and warm.
Jackson didn’t know what to expect from the scene in front of him, this most certainly wasn’t it. A mix of longing and concern clouds Edmund’s gaze; expression settled squarely on him.
“Whatever pains you let us bear the cross with you. Let us share in your joys and bring you more. May you never shed a tear alone. May the grips of loneliness never sink their claws into your skin again.”
No one has talked to Jackson like that in decades, why would they? Why was Edmund saying these things to him? They just met hours ago.
Hakeem turns Jackson’s head back to his and steals another kiss, this one hungrier. “You deserve the world, if you give the command we will take it for you.” He whispers against his lips.
Hakeem is a gentle soul from what Jackson had seen, where was this aggression coming from?
Jackson can’t even process what was said before Eddie takes his chin in his hand, turning his head to seal their lips in a deep kiss.
Their tongues intertwine, a groan escapes from Jackson as he falls deeper into the kiss.
Eddie releases a growl from deep in his hard stomach.
He pulls back and levels his darkened gaze at Jackson, looking as though he was going to devour him like a starved beast feasting on fresh meat.
Hakeem was soft, slow and gentle. Eddie was rough, hungry and fast. The duality of the sensations Jackson is experiencing is dizzying. He needs a moment to process this, yet never wants it to stop.
Jackson is dreaming, a very vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless.
No matter how real it felt; Hakeem’s soft touch, Edmund’s hungry kisses, it was just a dream.
Jackson’s moment of clarity didn’t last long.
Edmund had worked his way back down his torso to his crotch.
His tongue and lips exploring every inch of skin on his way down, goosebumps erupting at every point of impact.
Edmund’s face was less than an inch away from the tip of his erect cock, which leaked in anticipation of what was to come.
Edmund’s tongue caressed the tip, cleaning up the drip of precum that escaped its slit.
A shiver runs down Jackson’s spine, his breath growing heavy. He should stop this. He just met these men, this is too much to dream about. It is so vivid, so real.
Hakeem’s voice draws his attention to the man at his back; naked body, soft and warm, pressed against Jackson. “What do you wish of us, ya qalbi? Say the word and we stop. We are yours to command.”
Jackson’s glossy eyes locked with Hakeem’s gentle gaze, then turned to the ravenous stare of the man who waited at his groin. He can feel the press of Hakeem’s length at the curve of his ass, warm and hard.
Jackson locks eyes with Edmund, steeling his resolve. He knew what he wanted, it was his dream so he would take it. The chance to feel a fraction of what he craved most was too tempting to relinquish. The words escape his mouth in a command, though his voice no louder than a whisper. “Devour me.”
Hakeem’s sultry voice rings in his ear, the smile in his tone apparent. “As you wish.”
Edmund takes the entirety of Jackson’s erect cock in his mouth.
He works his way down the hilt to the base crowned by dark hairs, tongue enveloping his shaft, teasing the six metal balls of Jackson’s Jacob’s Ladder piercing in a wet warmth.
Jackson whimpers in the mens’ hold as the three bars through his erect length are played with.
As Edmund works his tongue around Jackson’s cock, head bobbing up and down, Jackson’s head is turned back to Hakeem. He grasps his chin between his thumb and finger, stifling Jackson’s moans of pleasure with a deep kiss.
Jackson can feel the tip of Hakeem’s length search for his hole, he tries to move his ass into place to grant him access.
Hakeem’s tip finds its intended target, breaking the kiss to look at Jackson, a question burning behind his gaze.
Jackson knows what this vision of Hakeem is asking, and he’s desperate for it.
He nods his head and dives back in for a kiss.
As their tongues intertwine, Hakeem leads the tip of his cock to the tight hole of Jackson’s ass.
He presses the tip against it, letting it ease its way in.
Jackson is thankful this is a dream. This is definitely going smoother than it would in reality.
He feels Hakeem’s length find its way into his ass, tightening around the girth, swallowing every inch.
He feels every thrust of Hakeem’s hips as the tip of his cock hits that sweet spot deep within.
Between the deep kisses, the feel of Hakeem inside him and the twitch of his own cock racing to the edge in Edmund’s mouth, Jackson’s mind is a puddle of ecstasy.
Edmund releases Jackson’s cock from his mouth, leaving it glistening with spit. Jackson pulls away from Hakeem’s mouth only to be turned to Edmund, who crashes their mouths together. He can taste himself on Eddie’s lips.
Hakeem falls back taking Jackson with him, his legs tangled in Hakeem’s, holding them open. Jackson lets himself fall into Hakeem’s arms, were they always this strong?
He looks at Edmund who has stripped, hard muscles covering his body. He strokes his erect length, it throbs in his hand waiting for release. Jackson’s eyes widen in realization that he is truly about to be devoured.
Edmund’s eyes soften as a question escapes his lips, lips that were just wrapped around Jackson’s cock, inhaling him. “Do you want us both, my dearest?”
Hakeem’s movement’s still, he nuzzles into Jackson’s neck. Jackson’s breathing is growing more labored as he grows impatient. If this was his dream he was going to be as selfish as possible and take everything he could want.
“Yes,” Jackson replies between shallow breaths. He’s sweaty and starting to ache; the feeling addicting. “I need you both. Let me feel everything you feel for me. That is my wish.”
Hakeem nibbles as his neck, Edmund dives in for a kiss. Jackson is lost to their touch.
Edmund’s cock finds Jackson’s hole, though filled with Hakeem’s length, it accepts Edmund wholeheartedly.
If this wasn’t a dream Jackson would feel as though he was being ripped apart, but this was pleasure in its purest form.
He could feel all of Edmund and Hakeem, filling his very being.
Every thrust, every movement, they drove themselves deep into Jackson, and he reveled in the sensation.
He felt their lust, their desire, but something else lingered deep beneath the surface.
Jackson has had sex before, but this was different. They were making love to him.
This was passionate, deliberate, meant for no one else but him.
Why?
Who were these men to Jackson? Roommates?
Friends? Hakeem was his perfect mana match but that didn’t equal this, not right away.
Right? And what about Edmund? He just met him.
He knew of him in passing only and nothing more.
How could they fill his thoughts like this?
Was it his magic acting out? Was this some deep desire brought to the surface?
Was it feelings twisted by his dark powers?
Was this what Brenda had in mind when she added the clause to her will?
Did she mean him to find these men, to feel all of this?
He refused to accept this as fact, at least not yet.
If this held some deeper meaning that translated to reality, Jackson would find out for himself.
He would get to know these men for himself, outside of dreams of lust and desire.
He would forge his own path, whether it ended with him alone or in their arms once more was yet to be seen.
For now he let himself revel in their touch, their warmth, the throb of their cocks stirring his insides.
They race to climax with each thrust. Jackson throws his head back and bites into Edmund’s hard neck, fangs piercing flesh, arms wrapping around a broad back, skin burning with desire.
His nails dig into the muscles of Edmund’s back, as though the man could be any closer to him.
He feels Hakeem’s hold tighten as he draws him in closer.
Eddie lets his body fall onto them both. Jackson is pinned between muscle and heat. He feels their seed fill him up as he releases all over his stomach, sticky hot strings of cum erupting from his cock.
* * *
The storm over the city settles, the glow of the mana well filling the entire terrace.
The fallen snow melts under its light, not a single flake dared stay in its presence.
The boys toss and turn, soft moans escaping each of their lips.
It’s the best night’s sleep any of them had in years, though they wake up covered in sweat, their pants stained by the memory of dreams that lingered in the back of their minds.
* * *
The next morning, none of the boys dared hold each other’s gaze, vivid memories of the night before rushing into their minds. They exchange good morning and polite nods, the mood vastly different from the night before.
Unsure of what’s come over them, Jackson decides to break the silence with a question. “So… How’d you guys sleep? Good?”
In immediate unison, cheeks flushed, Hakeem and Eddie both answer, perhaps too fast. “YUP!”
The tension in the air grows thick, then shatters when Jackson doubles over in laughter. “Fantastic. After yesterday I’m glad we all had a good night.” He gives a cheeky wink to his roommates then crosses the room to settle on the sofa.
Eddie and Hakeem exchange a confused look, but both break into a smile.
Giggles come from them both as they settle in the living room with Jackson, cups of tea and coffee in hand.
Jackson takes another sip of coffee and regards his roommates.
“You guys all set for classes to start back up Monday? I swear the break just slips away from you, doesn’t it?
” Hakeem and Eddie both nod and voice their confirmation.
The boys spend the morning in each other’s company, chatting and browsing through the shows available to stream.
They express their fond surprise that their viewing tastes seemed to fall into similar categories.
Thoughts from last night aside, and whether all the boys shared the same thoughts far to the side, this promised to be an interesting new year for all three of them.