Light beams through the gaps in Kam’s shades as his eyes shoot open. His heart acts like his bass drum: pounding loud, heavy and wondering how in the world it would last another day. Was all of that really a dream? Kam’s night shirt is just the same as before. But what was he wearing during the dream? 

“Morning,” Asa says, laying on his side and watching him. Kam freezes mid-panic. His heart skips a beat. He forgot they went to bed together. 

“Ahhadfa;ljdka;ej” Kam jumps up out of bed. He gropes his own face and neck, especially checking his lips. It was all there. He swears that Asa had bitten, no, eaten him in the dream. 

Asa rolls onto his stomach. A beam of light lands perfectly on his head, making him wince and close one eye. He’s positively glowing. The shadows play against his skin and hide his features, but it’s all the more alluring. He lays there as if he knows his naturally tantalizing figure made Kam’s lungs work harder to keep up with the full bass-line marching in his heart. 

His eyes widen, and Asa stifles a laugh. “Are you gonna take care of that?” 

Kam tracks Asa’s gaze down. There is a large, dark stain on his shorts. It takes a microsecond to register the smell, and for Kam to cover his crotch while Asa explodes laughing.

“I know your dreams are sweet, but that’s a little too sweet.”

Kam’s whole body shivers as he feels heat rise to his cheeks. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I hate you so much.” That confirmed it. Everything that happened in the dream is very, very real. And Kam's body clearly likes it. 

Just before running out to the bathroom, Kam whips his head around. “You…you’re explaining everything after I clean up.”

Kam walks into the bathroom and starts the shower. He turns the heat as high as it can go and steps under the shower head immediately. The cold water makes him shiver, but the water reaches near scalding temperatures quickly. 

Ok. Kam thinks. Asa can go into my dreams. And he… bile builds in Kam’s throat. His skin peeled like a banana. He lowers his head towards the drain, but nothing comes out as he recalls how much blood had covered Asa’s body. But blood from what? He remembers every word Asa said perfectly, but everything else is a blur. He vaguely remembers dancing, and running away from some creatures. But what exactly? He can’t remember.

“I want you to remember this.” Asa’s words echo in Kam’s mind.  He wants me to remember him. Kam brings a hand to his lip right where Asa’s fangs sank into him.  His hand traces back down where Asa licked…no, tasted him. Kam shudders. His hand keeps going lower, lower, lower.

I shouldn’t..I shouldn’t, but. Kam blames his blush on the steaming shower. He blames his erection on Asa’s teasing. He blames his orgasm on his long-term crush, but in the back of Kam’s mind, the truth sits, waiting. The truth will never leave him. It will influence every word, and every action going forward, but Kam refuses to believe it. I like being devoured. As soon as the thought occurs, he banishes it. When he stares into the mirror he banishes his ecstasy into the depths.