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Asher's Finite Dream
Date: 9/20/2023, Categories: Fiction Anal Blowjob Consensual Sex Fan fiction, Gay Oral Sex Violence Author: Mallowtits, Source: sexstories.com
Shimmering skin flickered restlessly in the moonlight. “Wait- No...” The shifting stirred the blonde counterpart. “Hmm?” “Wait, don't-... FUCK!” The ebon haired man in a cold sweat, frantic and now panting, sat up. “Uhmf Ash? The hell?? You good..?” Blaze grunted sleepily, as he sat up beside him, wiping the boogies from his eyes. “I'm fine.” “You sure? You been tossing and turning for a while now...” “I said I'm fine.” Asher tore himself from the slightly entangled sheets, and stormed from the smaller, shared bedroom. Blaze sighed, reconsidering the value of engaging with his more-than-BESTIE when he's like this. He knew where Asher would likely be in their shared home, that he would probably be entirely pissed off, and that he'd ALSO be likely fighting back tears. But he also also knew that though he would never admit it... Asher was in need of serious help. As much as, if not more than, ever. // // These dreams had truly become a nightmare. // // “Dammit!” Off in the short-distance Asher punched the wall beside him, before sobbing into his now sore hand. “Why... why is it like this...??” // // Who the fuck would have dreams like THIS!? // // Images of his mother, father, brothers and friends flash in his minds eye. All of them surrounding him with smiling faces. All of them... there. In the center, behind them all, are those unknowable persons. Until, one bye one, ..except ...
... for THOSE mysterious (not-so)silently waiting middle few, … alongside the smiling blonde standing beside them, // // they were gone. // // “Dammit...” Asher looked at his half-packed bag, sitting idly in the corner by the door, while clearing the remaining moisture from his cheeks. The pack really didn't hold much, mostly clothes and undergarments. His attention turned towards the slightly agape window. The somber call of the lonesome land beyond, once again, promised to relieve him of his suffering; along with the venomous whisper of various other, more than gruesome methods. The soft echoes were cut short. “Good morning Ash...” The words didn't outwardly bother him. “....” “Oh so you're giving me the silent treatment, huh?” “...” Blaze pulled two small boxes from behind his back. “I wanted to surprise you with these for lunch tomorrow... but I think they might be better... right now!” He placed one very carefully beside the depressed roommate, and sat the other on his own lap before popping open the lid. “So enjoy dammit!” It was just a cheese and (semi-burnt) bacon sandwich, with tomato sauce, and a side of crisp greens and blues. Asher looked away from the “meal.” “So...” Blaze said in between mouthfuls. “Had that dream where everyone you know and love disintegrates when you try going near 'em again?” “Blaze, please, shut the fuck up.” “That's fair.” They sat in relative silence, as Blaze ...