The Man of My Dreams
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,707
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Mr. Sandman
Disclaimer: See chapter 1. I own everything except the song lyrics which belong to their respective owner. Please review... it keeps me writing =D
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“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Bum-bum-bum-bum. Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen. Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci and lots of wavy hair like Liberace.” Okay, so maybe not like Liberace, but close enough. School had started again and I am now a mighty, mighty junior, running into Nick Revere wherever I go on campus. It is yet another typical sunny California day, and I am sitting outside with my friends enjoying the almost-crisp autumn air for an hour before I end up back in class. Danny is sitting around making wisecracks and annoying the girls, Lauren is being especially militant about her liberal feminist, environmentalist, animalist views, and Greg is singing, barely on-key, because his next class is choir and he is close to being the first person to ever not ace the course. “Mr. Sandman, I’m all alone. I need somebody to call my own. Please turn on your magic beam. Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.” Honestly, he could just move his lips and not sing like half the choir does anyway, but for some reason he is an idealist. I think it’s funny how the guys have to sing harmonies to songs like “Mr. Sandman.” As for me, I’m sitting as close to paradise as I can while in school, without a care in the world save for that I’m desperately lonely and am about to explode from holding back on talking so I won’t sound gay.
With a sigh, I lay back like a salamander on the warm stone bench and try to push the thought from my mind. I don’t have much time to relax for it isn’t long before Parker comes along, blocking my sunlight. “Hey,” she starts as I try to slither back into the sun, “just so you know you’re taking me to homecoming.” Well at least this time she’s letting me know in advance. That’s definitely an improvement although I still don’t have a choice in the matter. “Oh and I’ve been asking around for you and I’ll have a surprise waiting,” she finished with a wink. Parker always has something suspenseful to hold back, and I’ve learned to just not ask since I know she won’t tell and rather sadistically revels in my unanswered queries. Besides, her surprise can’t be all that amazingly stupendous. Her last ‘surprise’ involved an impromptu trip to the mall and all the money I made from my summer job, where she made me try and buy all kinds of clothes I know I don’t need. Come to think of it, all her surprises are usually a little pricey and a lot painful for me. So really, I should be dreading any sort of surprise she has planned.
Before I know it, the dance is upon us, and for some strange reason, they’re holding it in the English Department building instead of the gym, with students milling around in the halls and classrooms. So this is a novel idea, having kids running amok in the school instead of herding us all into a controllable space. It’s just as bad as I anticipated when Parker and I arrive. Part one of her surprise involved us wearing our pajamas, since that was the theme, and Parker had bought me some sexy, black silk pajamas. While all the other girls looked like a Victoria Secret catalog, Parker actually had a pair of matching pajamas like mine that were cut for a girl but still covered everything up.
We mingled for an hour and I received a lot more attention than usual from the girls, probably due to Parker’s influence on my hair and clothes. After a while though, I start getting bored and had no one really to talk to since Parker ditched me to hang out with some of her other friends. I’m ready to leave so I stand off to the side in front of one of the end classrooms and start scanning the hall for Parker. Standing in front of a door was probably a bad decision because a moment later someone stumbles into me taking us both into the dark and empty classroom.
I had the wind knocked out of me and heard a muffled curse as the lights suddenly snapped on. It took me a moment to recover from the impact and adjust to the harsh fluorescent lights, but when I did, I realized I was sprawled out on the floor looking up at none other than Nick Revere with all rational thought escaping my mind. His brow furrows over honey-brown eyes and he straightens out his clothes, looking very harassed. I’m way too shocked that this is actually happening to say anything and Nick Revere is preoccupied with himself, so he stands there for a full two minutes before noticing me on the floor in front of him.
As soon as he noticed me, his expression softened, “Oh hey man, I’m so sorry.” He continued apologizing as he extended a very well toned arm out to help me to my feet. “I totally didn’t see you there,” now he was mumbling softly as we were pulled face to face, “you should have said something.”
Standing that close to him, forced eye to eye, I couldn’t tear my gaze away. I managed a shy “uh-huh” in response. I shamelessly draw my gaze all over his face, memorizing his every feature as I realize I may never have this opportunity again. His perfectly manicured hair frames the incredibly baby-soft looking skin of his face. It seems that adolescence is being kind to him, as there isn’t a single blemish to mar his porcelain beauty. A slight blush just kisses his cheeks pink and his full red lips are moist with his heavy breath. I can’t help but lick my own lips at this sight and when I do, I hear his breath hitch and my head snaps up bringing our eyes to meet. For some reason he looks apprehensive and a little guilty, like a little boy caught doing something he shouldn’t. When his breathing finally resumes, I feel his soft exhales on my own newly wet lips. Nick Revere recovers himself and gradually draws himself closer to me, his eyes heavy and half-lidded. Like a magnet I move to meet him halfway, scared to watch but not wanting to miss the visual proof. The time we take to cross that distance seems to take an eternity. My heart almost stops from the wild anticipation. I still can’t grasp how this all happened. More than anything I want to feel Nick Revere’s soft, sweet lips dancing with mine but all of a sudden he stops.
There is a loud ringing like someone pulled a fire alarm. Confused, I turn to Nick Revere, but he is frozen, not moving or saying anything. Suddenly the lights fade and dim, and as I open my eyes and fumble around, the fire alarm turns into the ringing of my alarm clock. Hitting the shutoff button on the clock, I fully wake up.
To be continued
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“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Bum-bum-bum-bum. Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen. Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci and lots of wavy hair like Liberace.” Okay, so maybe not like Liberace, but close enough. School had started again and I am now a mighty, mighty junior, running into Nick Revere wherever I go on campus. It is yet another typical sunny California day, and I am sitting outside with my friends enjoying the almost-crisp autumn air for an hour before I end up back in class. Danny is sitting around making wisecracks and annoying the girls, Lauren is being especially militant about her liberal feminist, environmentalist, animalist views, and Greg is singing, barely on-key, because his next class is choir and he is close to being the first person to ever not ace the course. “Mr. Sandman, I’m all alone. I need somebody to call my own. Please turn on your magic beam. Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.” Honestly, he could just move his lips and not sing like half the choir does anyway, but for some reason he is an idealist. I think it’s funny how the guys have to sing harmonies to songs like “Mr. Sandman.” As for me, I’m sitting as close to paradise as I can while in school, without a care in the world save for that I’m desperately lonely and am about to explode from holding back on talking so I won’t sound gay.
With a sigh, I lay back like a salamander on the warm stone bench and try to push the thought from my mind. I don’t have much time to relax for it isn’t long before Parker comes along, blocking my sunlight. “Hey,” she starts as I try to slither back into the sun, “just so you know you’re taking me to homecoming.” Well at least this time she’s letting me know in advance. That’s definitely an improvement although I still don’t have a choice in the matter. “Oh and I’ve been asking around for you and I’ll have a surprise waiting,” she finished with a wink. Parker always has something suspenseful to hold back, and I’ve learned to just not ask since I know she won’t tell and rather sadistically revels in my unanswered queries. Besides, her surprise can’t be all that amazingly stupendous. Her last ‘surprise’ involved an impromptu trip to the mall and all the money I made from my summer job, where she made me try and buy all kinds of clothes I know I don’t need. Come to think of it, all her surprises are usually a little pricey and a lot painful for me. So really, I should be dreading any sort of surprise she has planned.
Before I know it, the dance is upon us, and for some strange reason, they’re holding it in the English Department building instead of the gym, with students milling around in the halls and classrooms. So this is a novel idea, having kids running amok in the school instead of herding us all into a controllable space. It’s just as bad as I anticipated when Parker and I arrive. Part one of her surprise involved us wearing our pajamas, since that was the theme, and Parker had bought me some sexy, black silk pajamas. While all the other girls looked like a Victoria Secret catalog, Parker actually had a pair of matching pajamas like mine that were cut for a girl but still covered everything up.
We mingled for an hour and I received a lot more attention than usual from the girls, probably due to Parker’s influence on my hair and clothes. After a while though, I start getting bored and had no one really to talk to since Parker ditched me to hang out with some of her other friends. I’m ready to leave so I stand off to the side in front of one of the end classrooms and start scanning the hall for Parker. Standing in front of a door was probably a bad decision because a moment later someone stumbles into me taking us both into the dark and empty classroom.
I had the wind knocked out of me and heard a muffled curse as the lights suddenly snapped on. It took me a moment to recover from the impact and adjust to the harsh fluorescent lights, but when I did, I realized I was sprawled out on the floor looking up at none other than Nick Revere with all rational thought escaping my mind. His brow furrows over honey-brown eyes and he straightens out his clothes, looking very harassed. I’m way too shocked that this is actually happening to say anything and Nick Revere is preoccupied with himself, so he stands there for a full two minutes before noticing me on the floor in front of him.
As soon as he noticed me, his expression softened, “Oh hey man, I’m so sorry.” He continued apologizing as he extended a very well toned arm out to help me to my feet. “I totally didn’t see you there,” now he was mumbling softly as we were pulled face to face, “you should have said something.”
Standing that close to him, forced eye to eye, I couldn’t tear my gaze away. I managed a shy “uh-huh” in response. I shamelessly draw my gaze all over his face, memorizing his every feature as I realize I may never have this opportunity again. His perfectly manicured hair frames the incredibly baby-soft looking skin of his face. It seems that adolescence is being kind to him, as there isn’t a single blemish to mar his porcelain beauty. A slight blush just kisses his cheeks pink and his full red lips are moist with his heavy breath. I can’t help but lick my own lips at this sight and when I do, I hear his breath hitch and my head snaps up bringing our eyes to meet. For some reason he looks apprehensive and a little guilty, like a little boy caught doing something he shouldn’t. When his breathing finally resumes, I feel his soft exhales on my own newly wet lips. Nick Revere recovers himself and gradually draws himself closer to me, his eyes heavy and half-lidded. Like a magnet I move to meet him halfway, scared to watch but not wanting to miss the visual proof. The time we take to cross that distance seems to take an eternity. My heart almost stops from the wild anticipation. I still can’t grasp how this all happened. More than anything I want to feel Nick Revere’s soft, sweet lips dancing with mine but all of a sudden he stops.
There is a loud ringing like someone pulled a fire alarm. Confused, I turn to Nick Revere, but he is frozen, not moving or saying anything. Suddenly the lights fade and dim, and as I open my eyes and fumble around, the fire alarm turns into the ringing of my alarm clock. Hitting the shutoff button on the clock, I fully wake up.
To be continued