Tatsuha lay awake listening as the rain slid against the glass of his open window, a slow cool breeze drifting through to ignite the room in a pleasant fragrance of cold. Even so, he could feel himself sweating, the taste of the salty fluid running into his mouth and over the thick leathery stiffness of his arid tongue. He had just had a dream again, and it had been one of those dreams, where he woke up gasping and panting to find his shorts soaked in his own white essence.
Sitting up, he swung his legs round to touch the momentarily icy floor. He forced himself to his feet and held his head in his hands, shaking his head in silent despair as he noted whom exactly had been the object of his dreams. It wasn't the first time either.
He crossed the darkened bedroom that was silent in its shadowed blanket of calm, reaching the door to twist open the brass of the handle and step out into the sleeping hallway. His parents would be further off into the main bedroom, as their snores were audible over the sound of the raging storm outside. The front door shuddering made Tatsuha startle and flinch, but he knew it was only the wind battling objects in its path. Sighing, he crept his way across the carpet to where he knew the bathroom would be.
Closing the door softly behind him, Tatsuha flicked on the light and blinked several times in pain as the brightness flooded into his eyes. He rubbed the grains of sleep away slowly and breathed calmly into the heavy weighted air. Inside here, it was hot, and the sound of the radiator was buzzing monotonously in his ears. He peeled off his shorts and shoved them in the sink, pouring hot water over them to try and scrub out the impermanent stains that his body had left there.
He took the opportunity to glance down at his crotch, still throbbing and hard, stiff with the blood that had flown through it due to the ecstasy of the dream. He closed his eyes and touched himself with his index finger and the one left to it, breathing sharply and urging his erection to fade away. Calming thoughts did not work, however, and he was distracted by his face in the mirror.
Yuki, he looked so much like Yuki . . . His dark hair swallowed his tanned face as it hung like a veil across the intensity of his ebony eyes, his torso perfectly toned from his tanned hue. Why was it his brother allured him so much them if the two were almost identical? There was no point in asking - he already knew the second part to that question.
It was because Yuki was beautiful. His creamy skin was luxurious and rich in delight, so that Tatsuha had often found himself staring at his brother with incredulity. The golden eyes that would swing upon him always startled him to arouse, and the soft voice that was so reflective to his yet so different at the same time, was music to his ears and a drink to his soul. Yuki was astounding, and more than anything in the world, Tatsuha wanted him.
He quickly pulled the shorts out of the sink and rested them carefully on the radiator before taking a sponge and fresh water, mixing it with flecks of soap. He cleaned himself down, wiping away the fluid as if it had never been there. He wished he could rinse away the thoughts he had about his brother before they turned into actual feelings. After all, he assured himself, they were only dreams, they could do no harm to anyone.
He only hoped that it wouldn't affect the way he saw Yuki. He didn't know if he would blush or feel attraction when his brother looked at him.
Dreams, and that was how they had to stay.