Dakota

5.

Connor woke up by a sound he didn’t recognise. He had to swim up from his deep sleep, feeling slightly disoriented even in his own bed. His dream -very nice- slowly faded off. Only then he knew what he was hearing. A phone. Dakota’s cell phone, apparently.

Dakota didn’t wake up at all, or he feigned it.

It didn’t stop ringing. Eventually, Connor had enough. He crawled out of bed, stumbled to the chair where Dakota had dropped his clothes, and shook the pants until the phone fell out of a pocket. He looked at it, searching for the right button. He saw the name and photo.

“Good morning, Gary...”

It was quiet for a second or two. ‘Good morning. How’s the nose?’

“Not bad, I guess...” Connor walked to his bathroom, and looked in the mirror. He had a striking bruise on his nose, as if had been fighting. “Now I can say ‘you should see the other guy’,” he joked.

‘Yeah, you should. You should see the other guy… Anyway, since you answered the phone, I guess Kota is still asleep?’

“I’m sure he’s awake, but he pretends he didn’t hear anything. So what did you do to your bassist…?” Connor didn’t mind that Gary hadn’t apologised. He could understand him, up to a point.

‘Mh. Do you play bass?’

“No…” Connor flushed the toilet, and turned to wash his hands, clamping the phone between his ear and shoulder. “Why? Do you want to keep an eye on me or did you eliminate the man?”

‘Both, sorta. Let me warn you, Connor… If my baby-brother ever comes to me, crying over you, I’ll kill you.’

“I believe you,” Connor laughed. “I hope you’ll give us some slack when we have a lovers-quarrel…”

‘A what?’ Gary echoed. ‘You barely know him.’

“I know… But as things are going now, I think we’ll see each other every weekend. Maybe even more often. I think I’ll take him out soon. I bet he’ll like a visit to the cinema. You know… Romantic and all.” Connor grinned as he heard the other gritting his teeth. “I like Dakota, Gary… He’s cute, sweet and refreshing. I make him feel funny, and to be honest, he makes me feel funny too.”

‘Then you’re both crazy,’ Gary growled. ‘Love not only hurts, Con. It kills you in the end.’

“I know you feel that way because of your parents. You can’t reflect it on us though. Millions of people have happy relationships… Why would every affair end up in tears?”

‘I don’t want to talk about my parents,’ Gary rumbled. ‘I don’t want to talk about those funny feelings either. Is my brother up yet? I want to talk with him.’

Connor looked at the slow breathing of the young blonde in his bed. “He’s not up, no. Want me to wake him?”

Gary seemed to think about that. ‘No,’ he eventually said. ‘Let him sleep. I guess you’ve knackered each other,’ he added with a smirk. ‘I’ll talk to him when he gets home.’

“Have a good day, then, Gary…” Without saying goodbye, Gary disconnected. Connor dropped the cell phone on his night stand and crawled back in bed, close against Dakota.

The boy snuggled up against him. He smiled, looking pleased and happy. “Well done,” he murmured, not opening his eyes.

“You’re a bitch for pretending to sleep. Gary wanted to speak to you.”

“Gary can screw himself.” Dakota yawned. He smacked his lips and wrapped an arm around Connor’s waist. “Now get back to sleep. You need the energy.”

“For what, hm?”

“For work, Monday. Duh…” Dakota opened one eye, and smirked. “To have sex with me, of course. You didn’t think you were ready yet, were you?”

“One can hope,” Connor grinned. “How ‘bout we go out this evening?”

“Sounds good…” Dakota yawned again. He didn’t talk anymore, and fell asleep. Connor followed his example. He dreamed of naked blondes sliding all over him with slippery bodies. In his dream, he smiled.

*

A few hours later, Connor still dreamt about warm hands and delicious slender bodies. He stretched his arms above his head and spread his legs, enjoying the caresses. He knew he was awake when he felt a wet tongue over a nipple, sliding to his armpit. He never had such detailed dreams. This was real. “What a way to wake up,” he said with a pleased sigh. “Morning, baby…”

“Morning… Did you dream nicely?”

“I still am. Mmm… Naughty boy…”

“You make me naughty,” Dakota murmured. He crept further up to kiss him. “And dirty. You make me dirty too.”

“I like to corrupt innocent boys like you,” Connor smiled. “I do it all the time.”

“Liar…”

Connor laughed softly. “Yeah… You’re corrupting me as well.” He reached between them with one hand, curling it around Dakota’s morning erection. The boy did the same to him, giving soft kisses. They jerked each other unhurriedly, enjoying the intimacy even more than the sex, knowing they would have many more climaxes together in the future.

Not that far away, Gary opened his eyes. The first thing he did, was looking at his cellphone, to locate his brother.

“You’re obsessed, you know that, don’t you?”

Surprised, Gary looked at the other side of the bed. “Raven? What the fuck... Have you been sleeping in my bed?”

“I often sleep in your bed. You just never remember it.”

Gary repeated that, moving his lips. “What?” he demanded. “You’ve... We’ve... What?”

“Oh, don’t get your knickers in a twist, honey,” Raven mocked. He leaned over the blonde punker, running a finger teasingly along the man’s jaw. “You’re still a virgin.”

Gary was only able to stare at his dark-haired drummer, even when he left the bed. Naked. They were both naked. And he couldn’t remember anything. He had to stop drinking and smoking pot... He really had.

Raven poked his head through the door. “Coffee? Don’t get up,” he winked. “I know my way around here.”