I wrote this story a while ago. It has been previously published on LJ. Just a story of a lovely summerday, starring Chryed. It is set in the not to distant future.
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Hmmm… Just had a lovely dream about Sy. Must go and tell him all about it.
I yawn, stretch and sit up in our bed. Where is he? It's 8 o clock Sunday morning for god's sake! He should be here, next to me, enjoying a lie-in. I look around for him sulkily.
It is a beautiful day though. Perhaps he is catching some early morning sunrays in our perfect little garden. I love our garden. It is the reason why I chose this place. In spring and summer it is full of flowers, we get plenty of sun to work on our tans and it's nice and private too. More cheerful now, I get out of bed, pull on my jeans and saunter down the stairs.
There he is. He is basking in the early morning sunlight, his golden skin aglow. He is wearing the white Speedos I bought him. That makes me smile.
'Hey you'
He opens his eyes, squints beneath his always slightly to long hair and a radiant smile forms on those beautiful lips.
'Morning sleepyhead! Come join me please, it's lovely out here!'
He is lying stretched out on our huge outdoor lounge set. Instead of choosing one of the big chairs, I sit on one end of the sofa, putting his feet on my lap. He fluffs up the pillow he is resting his head on, and snuggles in a comfortable position. I close my eyes and just enjoy the sunshine and the weight of his feet on my lap for a while.
A couple of months ago, I really wouldn't have believed you if you had told me we would ever be sitting here like this. All I can say is, when Syed finally makes up his mind about something, he wastes no time in going after it. I still sometimes have to pinch myself to believe this is real.
'So I wanted to tell you about this dream I had'
'You did? Tell me?' he smiles up at me.
'We were on the beach. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, so we didn't have any swimsuits or towels with us'
'Excuse me', Syed interrupts, 'this dream of yours doesn't contain any skinny-dipping now does it?'
He tries to look stern when he says that. It's adorable.
'You have a dirty mind Syed', I say, while making disapproving noises and trying to look innocent. 'Now please be quiet so I can finish telling you about my dream'.
'Me a dirty mind', I hear him mumble and then I think I hear him snort. I decide to ignore this.
'Anyway, we were on the beach like, and we were walking along the shoreline hand in hand'. I grab his hand while I say this. He keeps his eyes closed and pretends not to notice.
'Then we come across this new beach club that we haven't seen before. I suggest we go in, and you nod, so we do. We have a drink, looking out over the sea, watching people go by and suddenly you get all jealous. It seems the bartender fancies me or something and he keeps sending free drinks over. So you drag me out of there and we sit down in the sand for a while'.
'Jealous? Me? I don't DO jealous thank you very much!' he can't help himself but reply. And he means it too. I smile to myself and decide to let it go. I love it when he get's jealous. I even flirted with this guy once, just to get a reaction from him. Works every time. I continue.
'I lie down in the sand on my stomach, my head resting on my arms. Suddenly I can feel your hands slipping underneath my vest and touching the sensitive skin on my back.
'What are you doing?' I ask while almost purring with pleasure.
'Nothing', you answer innocently.
I turn around so I am lying on my back. With one little pull you tumble on top of me. All of a sudden the beach is deserted, and it's just you and me. I try to kiss you but you pull away grinning. You stuff your hands in my jeans pockets and search for my crotch. All the while you have this wicked smile on your face. I wriggle around a bit, searching for the touch of your hands'.
Syed is looking at me with those huge dark eyes of his, staring at me. I know that he is right there with me. I chance a quick glance and notice his Speedos have become a bit on the tight side.
'Then what', he demands.
'You know what, stop hogging the sofa', I say and in one swift move, I've nestled myself behind him, put my arm around his waist and pull him in to me. I move my knees behind his, so I can feel the whole of his body pressed against me. I moan blissfully and nuzzle the hair in his neck. I feel a shiver run down his spine and in response he pushes his ass up against me.
'So are you going to tell me what happened next in that dream of yours?' He twists his neck so he can look at me.
'Well you know you can't keep your hands off me, so what do you think happened?' I say with a cheeky grin.
'Poor you', he mocks me, 'you don't get a minute of peace now that I've gotten my hands on you, do you? O well, I know you need rest at your age'. And with that he moves to get off the couch.
'Don't you dare!'
I grip my arms tighter around his waist to keep him just where he is. He laughs and settles back in my arms.
