Colin dreamed. He tossed and turned and moaned in his sleep, kicking off all his covers in the process. He woke with a start, sitting straight up in his bed, looking around the room wildly. It was still dark outside, and very quiet except for the sound of his harsh breathing.

"What the fuck?" he said aloud. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts running through his brain. What kind of fucked up dream was that?

Jared? He had a damned sex dream about Jared? "Okay, it's official" he thought. "I truly have lost my fucking mind."

God, what on earth was wrong with him? In his dream, they had been doing the previous night's scene, only he had invited Jared into the tent instead of turning him away. Then he had kissed him. Ugh. And then….he shuddered…it got worse from there.

"What in bloody hell is happening to me?" he whispered to himself. "I need a fucking drink."

He poured himself a shot of whisky and tossed it back. "Screw it", he thought, and took a big swig from the bottle. Then another. If he didn't have to be on the set in a few hours, he would have just finished the damned thing off. He needed to have a clear head. If he showed up on the set drunk, Oliver would kill him. He did not like Oliver when he was pissed off.

He walked outside and sat on the steps of his trailer, lighting a cigarette. He looked up at the sky, brilliant with stars. The chilled air felt good on his fevered skin, and he finally felt his heart rate returning to normal.

His head was spinning, and not so much because of the whiskey. He had never had a dream like that about a man before. And Jared, of all people! Mr. Perfect! Yeah, he was cute, but seriously? He hoped he could look him in the face tomorrow without turning red. He dropped his head into his hands and sighed. "I am so fucked."


Jared nearly jumped out of his skin when his alarm went off. He had been in the middle of the weirdest dream. He staggered into the bathroom to relieve himself, then turned the shower on full blast…with cool water. He stood under the spray, hoping the blood rushing through his veins would cool and his heart rate would return to normal. Not to mention his other little "problem". He looked down at that part of him that was quite hard at the moment, willing it to go away. Normally he would have just taken care of it himself, but after that dream? No way!

Feeling calm at last, he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped himself in a thick robe and poured a big glass of orange juice. He sat at the table with his head in his hands.

"What the hell was that about?" he wondered. He had never had a dream about another man before. And of all the men in the world, why the fuck did it have to be Colin? The man annoyed the hell out of him. Why on earth would he dream about kissing him, and….well, other things. Yeah, he had to admit Colin was very attractive, especially dressed in those short chitons they wore often on the set, but seriously?

"I am not fucking gay!" he said to himself. He almost wished he had a shot of Colin's whiskey. Something needed to settle his nerves. How on earth was he going to look the man in the eye today without making a complete fool of himself?

"I am so fucked."