A/N - Huge thanks to everyone who read, favourited, alerted and reviewed the last chapter. Especially those who reviewed. Reviews are love :).

A/N 2 - I know this chapter is really short, it's the shortest of the story so far, they do get longer ;).

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Chapter 3

Shower Dreams

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Waking suddenly, Jake groans as he feels his cock throbbing, wanting the release that the dream had been so close to giving to him. He couldn't remember much about the dream, just a sense of warm hands running all over him and the thought that he hadn't wanted it to stop.

Groaning again as he walks into the bathroom, Jake trails one of his hands down his chest, rubbing the bulge in his boxers, before taking his shorts off and getting into the shower. Spreading the shower gel over his fingers, he slowly moved them up and down his erection, groaning as the slickness made them glide easier.

He brought to mind Bella, her soft curves, her bright smile, imagined his hand as hers, pushing into her heat, kissing her soft mouth. As he started to speed up his hand, the lips changed from soft and full, to chapped and full. The body in his mind, became harder, the muscles defined and honey-toned.

Breaths coming faster, his hand picked up its pace, the feeling of pleasure that was building intensifying as his dream person changed. He tried to stop the images now popping into his head, tried to think of Bella again, but his body was betraying him, his cock now leaking pre-come, breaths coming out as pants, the other hand pinching one of his nipples, as he imagined the older boy, moving on top of him.

In his mind the other boy was devouring his mouth, his hand bringing Jake closer to the edge, as he moved between his legs, the other boy's erection against his entrance.

Groaning, Jake couldn't even begin to imagine what it would feel like, and felt the hand not jacking him off, trailing down, over his hip and to his entrance.

He felt his body tense and wondered briefly if he was actually going to do this, the thought leaving as his imagination had the other boy pushing into him slowly. As he thought it, one finger pushing in.

"Paul," he gasps, wincing at the slight pain, other hand slowing. He bites his lip at the discomfort, just standing there, not moving.

In his mind, Paul stills, looking down at him, before kissing his mouth gently, coaxing him to relax, similar to what he had done a few days ago. Feeling his muscles relax, he starts to stroke again, pushing the finger in further, ignoring the weird feeling, wanting to feel the fullness he pictures in his mind, as Paul starts to thrust gently.

Focusing on stroking, he pushes the finger in, able to get up to the second knuckle, stomach clenching in a weird way, pain almost completely gone.

Adding a second finger, the pain returns, but he's prepared for it this time, manages to focus on the pleasure his other hand is giving him, and feeling a little turned on at the pain.

Groaning, he pushes the other finger in as far as it will go, starting to scissor them apart, pushing them in and out, in time with his thrusts into his hand.

In his mind, Paul's moving above him, thrusting in long, hard strokes, whispering things to him, like he had before, remembering the timbre of Paul's voice making him harder, turning him on even more.

As his fingers curl, hitting a spot, Jake's hand slams from his erection to the wall, spots dancing in front of his eyes, fighting the urge to scream, his breaths panting out, the water streaming down on his neck, as he bows his head.

"Damn," he says, thrusting his fingers onto the spot again, again slamming his hand onto the shower wall, biting his lip and groaning, scream wanting to come out.

Slowly, his hand drifts down from the wall again, starting to stroke in fast strokes, as his fingers continue to brush the spot.

It isn't long until he feels his balls draw up, groaning as he comes, at the same time as his dream Paul does, hands milking him until he's too sensitive.

"Paul," he groans, both hands now out in front of him, shower washing away his confusing fantasy.

"Jake?" his dad calls through the door. "You okay?"

No, the other day Paul Adamire gave me a hand job and now I'm fantasizing about having sex with him, he thinks, turning off the taps.

"Fine, dad," is what he replies, getting out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist.

"I thought I heard you fall," Billy says, worry evident in his tone.

"Nah, I'm fine, dad, really," he says, willing his dad away, not ready to face him so soon after what he'd done.

"Alright," Billy replies. "Just so you know, you have a visitor."

Getting out of the shower, Jake shakes his head, wondering when his life had gotten so confusing. Pulling the towel around him, he walks quickly to his room, stopping dead as he sees the person lounging on his bed, hands behind his head, looking entirely at home.

Paul.

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