A group of college girls entered the diner. Four of them, each a different type. Both Jack's and Fin's gazes followed the girls as they were seated at the table next to them. Fin actually liked girls about as much as he liked guys. But, he preferred to admire them from a distance. Jack and Fin may have practiced kissing in their pre-teen years, but Fin couldn't seem to wrap his mind around dating and making out, let alone sex.

Jack, on the other hand...a slight smirk formed on Fin's face when two of the girls began to flirt with his best friend openly. They weren't even out of high school yet, and Jack had already drawn the attention of older girls. A part of him was jealous of his divided attention. But a bigger part felt rather proud to have such a fearless best friend.

Jack flirted back shamelessly. He generally preferred guys, but was never known to turn away a pretty face or a nice ass. The only thing that would turn Jack off was a nasty personality. The outgoing teen tried to pull Fin into the playful banter with the college girls without much success. The brunet turned them down, though, when they tried to get Jack to sit with them and leave Fin alone. Soon after that, their food came. Juicy burgers and a pile of fries held more interest for the teenage boys than the flirty girls.

Fin’s eyes lit up at the sight of the food. The smell of burgers and fries filled the air. He grinned at Jack and took a bite, almost melting in his seat. The burger was juicy, topped with gravy, mushrooms, and melted Swiss cheese that all tasted great together.

"Mmmm," He moaned and swallowed. "Soooo good."

"Oh, yeah, just like that." Jack grinned devilishly at his friend. "You like that hot meat in you, don't you? Love the juice running down your throat. So good you want more, you want it all inside you." The impish brunet nipped the tip of a fry. "Mmmm yessssss, foodgasm.”

Finian stuck out his tongue at Jack, but ignored his antics in favor of the delicious food. "Too good," He mumbled as he continued to have eyes only for the hamburger. "If I weren't so hungry, I'd try to save half of it for later." His tongue curled around one of the fries before he stuffed it entirely into his mouth. "I'm just going to have to savor every morsel." He practically keened in bliss.

Jack laughed before biting into his own burger, a double bacon cheeseburger with cheddar, barbecue sauce, and onion strings. He could understand Fin's reaction, though. Miss Molly's burgers were the best, and the fries were thick and seasoned just enough to make the flavor pop. It was worthy of a foodgasm or two.

One of the college girls trained her gaze over to the teenager with blue bangs. Could he be moaning so lasciviously on purpose?

"What is he-?" She asked in a low whisper, only for the words to get caught in her throat as the taller teen began to add to the moaning.

All four girls were now staring at the two boys with glazed-over eyes. The sounds that came from their mouths were far too sinful to resist.

"I wonder if they're together…" The girl in the back whispered to the others, making the four of them squeal in delight.

The two teenagers finished enjoying their meals, oblivious of the fantasies they’d planted in the college girls’ minds, and skateboarded back to campus to finish off the rest of their classes. Fin didn't have any other incidents with the pink-haired boy, which was a relief for the pale teen. After the pair left school, they decided to study and get their homework done at Jack's house.

When they were finally finished, both complaining about the unfairness of homework on the first day of school, Jack went off to help out at his sister's auto shop, and Finian headed home.

Fin walked in and saw his dad passed out on the couch, not even making it to the bedroom. With a sigh, he picked up the empty beer bottles and tossed a blanket over his dad to keep from waking him.

He headed to his room, took a quick shower, and got straight into pajamas. He was glad for the bathroom in his own room—less chance of waking anyone up. Sleep pulled him under almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Fin never messed around in real life, but his dreams were a different story. That night, he found himself watching a naked Jack surrounded by the college girls from the diner. He’d never seen his friend in action, but in the dream, Jack was definitely living up to his reputation. All Fin could do was watch.

Suddenly, Fin felt someone beside him.

"Interesting," said a deep, smooth voice. "Is this what you prefer? More of a watcher than a doer?"

Fin tried to look, but couldn’t turn his head. His eyes stayed locked on the scene with Jack and the girls.

"And who are you looking at?" The voice wondered. "The man or the women?"

He was curious, but hey, it was a dream. "Both, actually," Fin said. "I'm just not ready for that stuff yet."

"So you really are a chaste maiden," the voice said, almost impressed. "They're rare these days, especially one with so much bottled-up energy." The man's voice seemed to brush Fin’s skin. "Your lust was like a beacon. I had to see for myself."

"Curiosity?" Fin asked, feeling weirdly nervous even in his own dream. "Who are you?"

Finally, Fin could turn his head. The man beside him was at least half a foot taller, with eyes like cobalt jewels that shimmered in the dark. Ebony hair streaked with blue framed a face that was both sharp and beautiful. A cobalt blue fleur de lis marked his forehead.

"I'm Alistair." He smiled, lips curving easily. "I'm a Nightmare."

"Alistair? Nightmare?" Fin repeated, confused. "I don’t get it. You’re beautiful, though."

"Thank you." Alistair's jewel-like eyes raked over Fin. "I would certainly say the same for you. You are as lovely as your mind is wicked and your body is pure. What a delicious combination."

Fin flushed. "I’m Fin. Friends call me Fin."

"I'd love to be more than a friend, Fin." Alistair’s hand brushed Fin’s cheek and lingered at his collarbone. "You could do more than just watch, if you want."

Fin leaned into the touch, surprised at how good it felt. Only Jack had ever touched him like this. "You want to be more than friends?" he asked. "I don’t know if I can do that. Like I said, I’m just not ready yet."

"I can wait," Alistair said, tugging a lock of Fin’s hair. He pulled Fin back against his chest. "Until you’re ready, I want to see what you like in your dreams."

Fin had never dreamed up anyone like Alistair. He gasped as Alistair pulled him close, trying to focus on the dream scene, but the man’s warmth was distracting. This was his strangest dream yet.