"Hon? Babe, hey wake up!" Keeler shook the thrashing agitated body lying close to him. His lover sat straight up, shaking himself out of a deep sleep, breathing hard, disoriented.
"What?" Keeler put his arm around the quivering shoulders next to him, drawing him closer.
"God honey, you're drenched, was it another nightmare?" Keeler held his lover tightly, rocking him in the dark; both wide awake now.
"Yeah, fuck, god...sorry, sorry to wake you again, baby." Soft lips nuzzled at Keeler's ear, seeming to relax. He snuggled down in the bed, wrapping his arms around Keeler's waist, hugging him tightly. Keeler petted the soft black hair, clicking his tongue at him in concern.
"You've got to see your doc, honey. You promised me last time this happened you have yourself checked out." Keeler fussed at him, rubbing soothing circles on his muscular back. His concern met by a big sigh of resignation. "Yeah, I know I did, but what am I supposed to tell him? That I keep having the same fucked up nightmare? Some sexy blond dude doing a striptease for some hook nose guy with an eye patch? I mean, that's just fucking crazy!"
Keeler leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I'm worried about you baby."
"Ok, ok, maybe I should, I don't know, maybe I have a brain tumor or something?"
Keeler swatted the round ass now naked with the covers slipping off as he squirmed around trying to get comfortable again. "You don't have a fucking brain tumor, idiot! I'm telling you, it's those fucking taco's you insist on eating from the Mess. I think it's iguana meat; they're fucking disgusting!"
Keeler slid down in the bed, wrapped his arms around his lover, pulling him close, settling down to find sleep once again. Deimos turned his head and pressed his lips into Keeler's soft cheek.
"You might be right, baby, you might be right."