“Your amazing vision may have made me cry, but that doesn’t mean I was pleased the whole time,” Fin pointed out, poking Alistair’s chest with a grumpy expression. “Just who was that ‘Simon’ person?” he demanded, before mumbling, “I don’t like his face.”

"Simon?" Alistair's brow furrowed. "You saw a memory with him. He's one of my oldest friends. Now he's practically my right hand back at home." The nightmare smiled. "He handles things when I'm here with you."

"Right hand, is he? Oldest friend indeed..." The teenager grumbled, his jealousy rising. "If you care about him so much, why be here with me?"

"Are you jealous?" Alistair couldn't fight his grin, though he knew Fin wasn't likely to appreciate it. "Of Simon?"

"Is there any reason I shouldn't be?" Fin retorted, sending the Nightmare a heated little glare.

"You have nothing to be jealous of." Alistair pulled Fin close, though the teen turned his face away and crossed his arms across his chest. The nightmare wasn't deterred. "Simon and I realized that we were much better friends than lovers. We stopped fooling around years ago."

"...How old are you now?" Fin asked hesitantly.

"Twenty-four." Alistair answered.

"Still sounds like you were 'fooling around' with him for a good few years," He grumbled.

"I haven't touched him since I was eighteen." Alistair said seriously, trying to catch Fin's gaze. "And I haven't, and won't, touch another since I've met you." The nightmare's eyes flashed. "The only one I want to touch," long fingers traced Fin's cheek, "is you."

Heat immediately rose to the teenager's cheeks as he remembered just what kind of situation he was in. Did he really have any right to reprimand Alistair for his past conquests when he couldn't bring himself to be the one to bed him? Just what was wrong with him? A strange sadness welled up inside him, mixed with frustration and fear.

"I...I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Whatever for?" the nightmare looked bewildered.

"I shouldn't be so miffed about who you slept with in the past, not when I can't even..." He trailed off and glanced to the side, unable to look the Nightmare in the eye.

“I kind of like that you’re jealous,” Alistair admitted, nipping Fin’s shoulder. “And you should know, I’d rather be here like this with you than with anyone else who would part their legs for me.” He kissed where he’d bitten. “I’ll happily wait until you’re ready, and until then, I’m more than content just holding you and sharing whatever you’re comfortable with.”

The teenager's nose practically glowed red at the very thought. Alistair was so kind and patient. He reached his hands up to cup the Nightmare's face and placed a soft and, admittedly, chaste kiss on his lips.

"Thank you." He whispered.

Alistair’s face lit up as if Fin had offered him the stars. The nightmare rolled over the smaller man, hovering just above the startled human. “I have to ask… did you imagine yourself in Simon’s place? Pressed against the wall with me, moaning your name?”

Fin shook his head even as the blush rolled over his entire face. "No, but I certainly am now..." He whimpered.

Alistair let his lower body drop, pressing against Fin's. "Someday we can try every position and find which are your favorites."

Fin squirmed beneath him, his mind already supplying him with the images. "E-Every position?"

“Oh, yes.” Alistair’s jeweled eyes glowed. “Would you like me to show you a few? You don’t even have to take your clothes off… unless you want to.”

"M-Maybe not just yet..." Fin responded. "Tomorrow maybe?"

"I greatly look forward to tomorrow, then." Alistair's voice was smoky and smooth.

The nightmare rolled them again, leaving Fin startled and straddling Alistair’s hips. The bulge beneath him left no doubt how happy Alistair was to have him there.

"But I would make the most of tonight," Alistair purred as his fingers traced Fin's thighs.

“Goodness!” Fin gasped, feeling just how awake little Alistair was. He fought not to squirm, but reached down in curiosity, placing a hand over the hardness. How could the nightmare possibly be this aroused for him? It made no sense. “D-Does it hurt?” he whispered. He’d never felt the urge to touch himself, but he really wanted to touch Alistair.

"It aches for your touch." The nightmare shifted his hips, pressing himself to Fin's palm.

Fin’s breath hitched, but he gathered his nerve and gently undid Alistair’s pants, tugging them down to reveal what he’d only felt before. His own shaft was nothing to be ashamed of, but Alistair’s was definitely larger. It was one thing to feel it, another to see it. Fin held his breath as his small, dainty hands pressed along its sides, his fingers curling around the tip.

"Fin," Alistair groaned. "Ah-That feels so good." The nightmare kept his body perfectly still, unwilling to do anything that might frighten off his maiden.

The teenager slid one hand down the side, then pressed three fingers along the underside's center and dragged them all the way up. He was fascinated by its dusky color and texture. The fingers of his other hand curled and slid softly along the head.

"Quite honestly, I think I rather like touching yours more than mine." He admitted with a blush.

"You've never explored yourself fully, or you wouldn't still be chaste." Alistair let Fin explore him, reveling in every tentative touch. "Never grasped yourself in your hands and stroked, maybe imagining a lover taking you in his mouth..."

"I have imagined...that..." Fin muttered as he began to use both hands to gently stroke and squeeze Alistair's shaft, as if he were memorizing it by touch alone. "I just could never quite translate the 'someone else' part to mask my own hand. My body knew that it was my own hand and not someone else's...and it just never interested me. My hands were just used to wash myself with, that's all. That was their only purpose."

"And if it were my hands?" Alistair asked breathily, hands reaching back to cup the round, soft globes of Fin's ass. "Do you think you'd like them touching you, stroking your length, teasing your tip with my fingers?"

The hands on Alistair's flesh ended up squeezing a little too hard.

"O-Oh!" Fin gasped. "I...y-yes. Just not until I'm older."

Alistair gasped, his hips bucking once before he forced them back down. The motion made the waterbed roll under them. A drip of precum beaded at the nightmare's tip.

"Anything you want," Alistair promised, fingers tight on Fin's thighs.

Fin felt a touch of boldness as he gently raked his nails up the underside of Alistair's member. He then began to alternate his thumbs as he slid his fists over the flesh in alternating motions. Afterwards, he laced his fingers together and pumped up and down, digging both his thumbs into the length.

"Ah, Fin... Just like that," Alistair moaned as he encouraged the human teen.

With greater confidence, Fin moved faster, watching to see what made Alistair react strongest. He was so focused that he was surprised when the nightmare groaned a warning.

"So close, love..." Alistair's voice was low and rough. "Do you want me to finish? I don't want you to do anything you don't want to..."

The human merely worked him faster, eager to see with his own eyes what the present time Alistair looked like when he reached completion.

"Yes, I want to see you finish." He responded huskily.

Alistair let his head fall back, surrendering to Fin’s touch. He watched Fin’s enraptured face, blue eyes locked on him, tongue peeking from parted lips as he stroked, the bed softly rocking beneath them.

Alistair sucked a breath through clenched teeth. His vision was filled with that soft pink tongue, barely visible between Fin's lips. He imagined the teen leaning forward, using that tongue to swipe the precum from his tip and lick a hot, wet path down his shaft.

The nightmare grunted, hips bucking up hard enough to lift Fin. The teen kept his balance, never faltering in his attentive strokes. Alistair’s heavy balls drew up tight, his cock swelling even thicker in Fin’s grasp. Fin’s eyes widened as thick ropes of cum burst from Alistair’s tip, painting his chest and abdomen, one shot catching him on the chin.

“Wow,” Fin breathed, his own breath hitching as he leaned in to lick the spot from Alistair’s chin. His eyes went wide at his own boldness, the shock so intense that it jolted him awake from the dream.

“Goodness!” he groaned, covering his face with both hands. He lay there, breathless, not at all surprised to find himself hard. “Just what is happening to me?”