A/N-Wow guys I'm sorry I forgot to include Dom's perspective from chapter 5! I can't believe I did that, my bad. Instead of just releasing that little bit I actually decided to include everything. Which means, sadly, that this and the Afterwards are the last two chapters :( I also want to appologzie that Chapter 6 is so long but I didn't really want to break it up.
I got so much enjoyment out of writing this ( I hope you enjoyed reading it) and I have wild hopes of writing a sequel. What do you guys think? I think I might be encouraged to.
Thanks for everything and please review :)
What should have been included in Chapter 5:
"But Daddy I don't want to leave yet!" James was resisting the entire time they ran to the car, becoming a wet noodle and plopping himself on the grass, crossing his arms. It felt like torture to get him up.
"Can't we get ice cream with him? He was my friend!" He started to cry and Dom begrudgingly scooped him up into his arms, limbs flailing, almost whacking him a few times. Normally he would scold him but he was too caught up feeling panicked.
Out of all the places in the world to run into him, it had to be at the park where he likes to take his children. He was totally caught off guard, again feeling he was going soft.
"Why are we running Dad?" Phillipa was mad at having to leave too but more perplexed he supposed as to their quick departure, him practically dragging them away telling them they needed to leave quickly while Fischer was distracted by what looked like his personal security.
He would have to make it up to them somehow.
James was still squirming, crying louder, drawing the attention of park goers as they approached the parking lot.
"James, honey I'm sorry. We'll be back here again. I'm sure you'll see your friend again too. I forgot we need to meet Grandpa and Ari that's why we need to hurry." He hated lying to his children but he hoped the idea of seeing them would please his children too since they took a liking to Ariadne.
It seemed to sooth James a little and Phillipa wasn't frowning as much. James was still crying though as he buckled him into his car seat, him muttering that he got a gift from his friend but it was a secret.
That made Dom pause. He thought he saw the little dark haired boy give something to James but Dom didn't think much of it and after Fischer came out of seemingly nowhere and approached him, all other thoughts had eluded him. He only thought of one thing: escape.
He was trying hard not to think about it now. How good Fischer looked, standing so close to him and smelling his familiar smell, how his body looked nervous but welcoming, how his pale eyes searched him for that recognition, the connection, his calming voice as he asked him those questions.
Dom closed his eyes. It was too much. First the following him home and now the encounter in the park. Dom didn't know how much more he could take. No matter how many times his instincts told him to run away his feelings always told him otherwise. His mind and heart were in a constant battle. He opened his eyes to see a still crying James. He couldn't involve himself with anyone for his children's sake, especially not someone that he successfully invaded their mind and planted inception, essentially fucked them up completely. He wouldn't forgive himself. The attraction was undeniable though; there was just something about him.
He shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts. He made sure Phillipa was buckled into the back when he noticed that James was playing with something in his hands.
He came around to his son who had finally and thankfully stopped crying.
"Was is that buddy?"
James nursed the thing to his chest looking scared. "He said I need to keep it safe. It's mine. You didn't let us play!"
Tears threatened to fall but after some gentle coaxing and promises that he could see his friend again James produced the item begrudgingly. To Dom's surprise it was a business card. Dom suppressed a laugh and thought it quite strange. He inspected the card and felt his stomach drop to his shoes. It was Robert Fischer's business card along with a short, personalized message on it for him.
Was that Fischer's son the one playing with James?
His first instinct was to tear up the card, to throw in the nearby storm drain, having it float away down the sewer, to be lost forever.
His hand shook suddenly as he reread Fischer's personalized message scrawled on the card:
"I just want to talk so we both can go our separate ways."
Dom closed his eyes bringing the card to his lips, inhaling deeply. There were so many things packed into the short sentence. He wanted closure.
Dom did too but didn't know how.
His children were speaking to him but he didn't hear what they said. He felt sudden rain drops hit the back of his neck bringing him back to his senses.
He shoved the business card deep into his pants pocket, hoping he would be strong enough to keep it there.
Chapter 6
Rain slammed into the house making an awful noise. Lighting lit up the sky and thunder rolled a second later shaking the house. The lights flickered. To say the storm was bad was an understatement.
He rang the bell. The door seemed to open almost immediately like he was standing right behind it, waiting for him.
He was completely drenched.
Dom only glanced at him briefly. His face was paler than usual. He looked the very definition of surprise and fright. He ushered him inside. Dom kept his eyes on his feet.
"You came."
He nodded.
"Why did you come?"
He ran a hand through his wet thinning hair bringing his hand down to his dipping chin and stroked his scruffy goatee, averting his eyes. When Dom didn't say anything he kept on going.
"I've had countless dreams that you fucked me."
Dom's eyes were trained to the floor; he didn't dare meet those pale blue, magnificent eyes though his words shook him to his very core.
"I know," he mumbled to the floor, not really knowing but assuming. He wiped at his face, water dripping incessantly off of every part of him.
He took a step closer.
"I liked it too. I let you do whatever you wanted to me."
Dom resisted a groan.
"I know," he said huskily, again assuming. After a moment he felt the effects of his words moving around in his body, making it feel heated, flushed. He felt Robert take another step closer still deepening that feeling of heat.
He tried to shake the feeling but only successfully shook water all over the place. He finally looked up; Robert was a hand breath away and wiping away at his pale face where he caught some of the water that Dom was spraying.
He took him in fully this time, not really looking at him properly when he was right before him in the park. His hair was cut-it wasn't past his ears anymore like a school boy's haircut. It made him look older making his pronounced, striking cheekbones stand out more and was overall very becoming on him. Dom had to repress a grin. His eyes were clearer now, stiller like he was more grounded, again very becoming. He realized he was starting as Robert took out a kerchief and was dabbing at his face. He met his eyes and moved towards Dom to do the same thing to his face he supposed but Dom sidestepped him, leaving behind a trail of water on the floor.
"I'm not sure why I came." This Dom found was true. He wanted it to be over but not sure how. Had it ever really started? It was the same with Mal he had to embrace it for it to be over. It was the guilt again he supposed. He didn't want to live with the idea that he ruined this man's life.
He was never good at fooling himself though. He wanted to see him- it was bubbling inside him on some basic primitive level.
"Who are you? Really, I mean."
Robert was at his back though his voice was very close.
He couldn't do this. This wasn't like facing Mal and letting her go at all, this was completely different. He wasn't even sure how to categorize any of this. Pure insanity was the first thing that popped up into his mind. He felt for his totem that was in his drenched pants pocket.
"No one. A mistake." Dom charged to the door as another loud boom of thunder sounded, shaking the furniture.
Robert was intercepting him, stepping in front of him looking determined. He blocked the door. Dom again didn't want to meet his eyes. He studied the floor.
"Don't…" Dom said. It was very weak to his ears.
"Why are you in my dreams?"
Robert was so close that he could feel his body heat radiating off of him, could see his rapid breathing from the corner of his eye, his fingers tapping the door frame and the way he was shifting his weight from one leg to another.
He was nervous.
He again felt for the top in his pocket and realized his hand was trembling slightly, he was too.
Dom didn't know what to do. To side step him or move him out of the way he would have to reach past him, furthering their contact/no contact or touch him completely which he really did not want to do. He didn't trust himself.
So instead he continued to keep his eyes trained to the bare wooden floor, playing with the top in his pocket and decided he would ask him to move.
Dom gestured to the door. "I want to leave. Please move."
His heart was beating rapidly, he felt it pulse behind his ears and he started to shake a little but it was from being wet and cold he told himself. He tried to listen to the rain as it drummed against the windows in attempt to slow his heart rate down.
A long agonizing moment passed and Robert didn't say anything or move an inch.
Dom gritted his teeth and met the young Fischer's eyes. He was pleading with him with those pale eyes, looking completely lost and vulnerable. Without breaking their intense gaze he shook his head slightly, mouth slightly open as it happened often enough (Dom thought he did it unintentionally without thinking like a nervous habit).
"No, you're going to have to make me." His tone was confident but again Dom noticed that his body language said otherwise-his hands were fidgety, he couldn't keep them still. Dom found this fascinating and had to tell himself to look back at the floor so he did.
"I'm not playing games here. I need to leave."
Robert gave a little sarcastic laugh.
"Then leave."
Dom didn't want to look up. He wasn't sure if he was bluffing or not.
After another long moment he did dare to finally look up. Robert was gazing outside to the window watching the storm rage on, arms crossed. He had the look of a stubborn, spoiled child that hadn't gotten his way. He had taken a step to clear the way to the door. Dom was confused and somehow felt almost dissatisfied. It must be a trick. He wanted to drop his top on the floor, not caring that there were puddles of water, watch it spin and fall. He must be in a dream-had to be. This was all too easy.
"What are you waiting for? I'm not stopping you."
What was he waiting for? Dom again didn't know. He thought he had his deck shuffled and piled high and now he felt he was scrambling desperately to collect the cards as they were scattered all over the place, caught in the wind.
"Or did you want to fuck me for real and get it over with?"
He felt like his body was set ablaze. He dropped the top that he was fumbling with on accident, again averting the other man's eyes. The small top spun ridiculously for a moment before toppling over. Dom closed his eyes not sure if he was relieved or not.
He felt him behind him now, that familiar warmth tugging at the collar of his jacket.
"Take your jacket off at least, you're going to get sick." Dom obliged him, never turning around, shrugging it off as Robert gingerly released him of the sopping wet thing.
He heard footsteps. Dom was afraid to move. He kept his body still and his eyes trained to the pathetic top as it lay on its side defeated.
He heard footsteps echoing closer. A fluffy towel was placed in his hands.
Dom rubbed at his face and scrubbed at his unruly hair to dry off without a word.
He was being rude and he knew it. He again wasn't sure why he was still here.
"Can I get you some clothes to wear?"
Dom shook his head.
He was watching the top again- willing it to spin.
"Please don't go," he whispered suddenly behind him.
This was no dream.
Dom reached behind him and took his hand in an attempt to calm him. Robert took his hand quickly and brought it to his warm lips in the lightest of kisses.
"Look at me, please," the words were pleading.
He felt he couldn't deny him. Dom whirled around to face him. Robert look startled but regarded him with something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Robert placed Dom's hand, the one he kissed on his narrow hip. The contact was too much for Dom.
"I don't know you but I want to know you. Don't go. I need you."
Dom released a groan that may have been mistaken for something sexual releasing his hand from Robert, stumbling backwards a step.
He had successfully screwed this man over completely-ripping him from his inheritance, his fortune, his life and now he was telling Dom he needed him? Dom could only think that inception had done this to Robert's mind-the need for guidance and the feeling of security from Mr. Charles. But why did Dom dream of him then? Why was he still here?
Robert looked painstakingly beautiful when he was hurt Dom observed. Eyes lowered, lips slightly pouting and eyebrows furrowed.
"I said in the note that I just wanted to talk but at least fuck me now too and do us both a favor. We can move on then."
Ripples of heat and desire surged through Dom's body at the thought of doing just that. Robert had simplified it beautifully enough. If they had it out then it would be done-just like with Mal, easy enough. Fuck and move on.
"All right," he said under his breath. His eyes were trained to the floor again.
He gulped hugely, still feeling a lump in his throat afterwards.
He looked to the window as lighting flashed across it. Thunder crashed a few seconds later.
"I've never uh…" he laughed lightly running a hand through his damp, tousled hair.
"I've never been...I mean I've never done this before," he fumbled. It seemed like the right thing and also the stupidest thing he could say at that moment. Might as well tell the truth if this was the last time they would ever see each other-to end it all.
He imagined all those times in the dream and realized he probably would know what to do since he had done it so many times or maybe not. The real thing was never the same as a dream. He felt something ache from down below at the thought.
Robert was taking his rough cold hand in his pale, warm, smooth one.
He was smiling warmly, a slight blush on his pale face, mouth open a little and shrugged.
"I don't care. I'll show you."
His eyes were showing him all ready.
He allowed Robert to pull him close.
Their breathing basically matched one another's-hard and fast. Robert took the towel that was still around Dom's neck and dabbed at his hands and neck-whatever he saw that was still wet.
"Fuck and move on," Dom kept telling himself but then he watched Robert as he sweetly and slowly dried off his exposed skin. He couldn't just bend him over a table and do the deed.
Robert threw the towel to the floor. Dom went stiff as a board, not moving. Now Robert was reaching up and had his hands in his hair, fixing it, smoothing it back like Dom always preferred his pale eyes trained to his scalp. It felt wonderful and it relaxed Dom immensely-his eyes fluttered closed. He felt his nimble fingers work through his scalp-massaging it. When he felt he was done he opened his eyes. Robert had stepped back from him and was rolling up his shirt sleeves, hands fidgety again and smiling a nervous smile.
"I'm glad you like that," he murmured, another slow blush creeping up on his cheeks, eyes on his sleeves.
No, he definitely could not just bend him over. He realized he owed him more for what he did to him.
Dom closed the gap between them. Robert released a little gasp and his eyes flew up in surprise. Dom wanted to feel those fidgety pale, beautiful hands. It was his turn to kiss his hands so he did-each hand slowly. Robert released a pleasured sigh. It was the sigh that did him in. He pulled Robert close in a fierce desperate kiss, mashing his mouth over his. Robert's hands that he loved so much were at his neck, massaging, drawing him closer.
He was instantly hard. The nicotine breath, the warmth, his big lips, his nimble hands roaming over his body were just as he imagined as he always rubbed one out after the dream he had of them together. Now he had the real thing and his erection hurt like a motherfucker and boy did he want it rubbed out.
Robert was making these noises too-moans and gasps of pleasure that was increasing his hardness, making him go out of his mind.
Dom grabbed one of his ass cheeks drawing him closer still, crashing their pelvises together. Their erections mashing together making them both moan and gasp out of desperation. They clung to each other desperately then. Dom continued to explore Robert's small, tight muscular ass liking the groans of approval he got as he slid a finger tightly down his crack.
Robert was exploring him with his tongue now, flicking the roof of his mouth, massaging his tongue with his own, sucking his saliva and pulling him closer still. Thinking of him naked mashed against him gave him shivers and made his cock quiver.
He maneuvered Robert to the couch.
He guided him on it. Dom was straddling him, totally out of breath. Not sure what to do now as he was totally and completely out of his mind hard and wanted this man now.
Robert seemed to pick up on Dom's hesitation. He came up to a sitting position, breathing hard.
He smoothed Dom's hair again sweetly and moved to the collar of his wet shirt unbuttoning the buttons. Dom took in his smell-cigarettes, leather, disinfectant and his expensive aftershave-all things familiar. Robert would unbutton a button and kiss his exposed damp, cold skin. He would do this for every button leaving behind a dangerously hot trail. Dom felt he was going out of his mind again. "Fuck and move on" but then Robert was telling him with his eyes to do the same to him and he felt powerless to refuse. He decided he needed to explore his mouth again before he did though. He took Robert's pale face in his hands and was devouring him. Robert was running his hands all over his bare back now finally resting on his hips. His hands were too close to his crotch and Dom released a moan.
He gently pushed Robert back into the couch and started to slowly unbutton his impeccable Ralph Lauren shirt-probably costing more than half of what was in Dom's closet. Robert had a hand on his forehead, eyes looking glassy, trembling slightly, breathing rapid and was moaning but not from pleasure. Dom was a little concerned though he knew he shouldn't care.
Dom stopped. Robert's eyes were immediately on him pleading with him to continue.
"What's wrong?"
A small smile materialized on his smooth face-getting wider.
"I've just wanted this for so long. I can't believe its real now. I don't want it to end."
Dom didn't want it too either but it had to. "Fuck and move on."
"I want to pleasure you all night," he said it without thinking.
"I want to get you so fucking hard out of your mind that you'll beg for it. I'm going to ride you so hard…"
Robert's lips were on his silencing his stupid statements almost as if he knew Dom would do nothing of the sort-well besides pleasuring him that much was true and maybe a few other things.
Dom removed Robert's fine shirt finally, distractions aside, letting his hands roam all over his porcelain white skin, his slight freckles, his taught nipples, feeling his muscles under his tight skin. Robert was running a hand over his chest as well, feeling him up, and resting on his hips again.
Dom kissed a trail down his pale chest slowly down to his navel nudging at his belt getting a satisfactory cry of pleasure from Robert.
And then Robert was pushing HIM back on the couch.
Dom was surprised at the slighter man's quick tenaciousness.
Now he was straddling him, eye fucking him to the extreme. Dom wanted to kiss him again feverishly but Robert wouldn't let him. He could feel his hot breath on his cold skin as Robert kissed his cheek sweetly down to his chin then under his chin to his Adam's apple which felt strangely erotic. He then moved to the nape of his neck which felt fucking fantastic as well. Robert lingered there for while probably sensing Dom squirm with pleasure, clutching the side of the sofa. He then moved to the side of his neck, sucking, biting and swirling his tongue around rapidly. Dom cried out in pleasure, clutching the sofa tighter knowing he would have marks on his skin but not caring.
Robert then made his way to his collarbone while his hands were roaming over his nipples. He pinched them which got another cry from Dom. Dom was exploring Robert's bare back now, running his fingers down his spine , leaving half moon marks from his finger nails, clinging to him. Dom could feel Robert's smile as he left a trail of hot, sloppy kisses down his chest and was moving to his navel awaiting payback. And then Robert was circling it was his tongue. Dom felt like he melted into the couch. Robert was trying to move past his navel inching away his pants and boxers, trying to go lower still. Dom felt some pre ejaculation release and said: "Oh God yes" even before he knew what he was saying. He felt Robert's smile again as he was undoing Dom's belt, his mouth still on his abdomen, unbuttoning the button and unzipping his fly.
Dom was faintly aware that this should be the other way around and was going to protest when he felt cool air on his cock and knew his boy was free. Robert was running his hand all over it, exploring, pulling and tugging at it. He bent and licked the juices that were there.
Dom nearly blew it again at the feel of his long tongue on him and cried out-embarrassingly so.
Robert wiped at his sweet face, smiling.
"Fuck, you taste fantastic."
Dom came up to a sitting position and crushed Robert to him-forcing him in a kiss, tasting himself on him as well and thinking: "Yes it does and I want to taste you too."
With his help Robert removed Dom's wet pants and boxers and while he was sucking at Robert's neck for payback he was undoing his belt with unsteady hands. Robert had to help him. Robert put his arms around Dom's neck and closed his eyes as Dom touched his first penis that wasn't his own. It felt fantastic-muscular and thick. Robert shuddered at his touch saying: "Fuck me" under his breath. Dom ran his fingers over the length of him and tugged a little the same way that Robert had done to him. He was a fast learner after all. Robert helped him remove his pants and silky expensive boxers which he knew he would steal later-maybe they could swap. And then Robert was wrapping his legs around Dom's lower back so they were pelvis to pelvis, nothing standing between them. Dom was grinding his pelvis into him feeling the length of him with no clothes to stand in the way feeling some wetness from Robert. Both were gasping for breath and crying out, slippery wet bodies almost sliding off one another from sweat and other things.
"Suck on me, suck on me, suck on me," Robert was repeating, pleading softly in his ear.
Dom kissed his ear and whispered: "Show me how to do it."
Robert was quick to oblige. They changed positions so he was on top. He first started with just licking the length of him, balls to the tip, following his erection leaving behind his hot saliva. "Oh God yes," Dom said shuddering, trying to take mental notes of what he needed to do to Robert later but didn't think he could reenact one tiny amount of this pleasure.
"Later? " A little voice said to him. I thought it was: "Fuck and move on?"
He ignored the voices getting totally lost to Robert's hot lips and tongue wrapped around his cock. His lips were amazing and he moved practically his whole length in his mouth, gliding his tongue over the underside of his cock. He certainly has done this before Dom thought before he was totally lost to the pleasure. He knew he was going to come quick but he didn't care. Robert had that effect on him. It didn't take long before he felt it.
"Oh God I'm gonna come." He gripped his shoulder as Robert picked up the pace moving more quickly, urgently working him in his mouth.
He came and a lot saying: "Robert, yes!" riding out the jerks and shudders of the sweet release, Robert continuing to suck lightly as he finished.
When he was finally spent, Robert wiping at his mouth looking exhausted and turning to leave, Dom pulled him back on top of him, wanting him close. Robert lay obediently on top of him and stroked his chest, kissing it. Dom wanted to ridiculously thank the younger man but suppressed it. After his breathing slowed down to a somewhat normal pace and he came down from the highs of deep pleasure he drew Robert's face close to him and took in the smell of sex and semen that was lingering in the air. He kissed him deeply again tasting himself on him and marveling at the younger man's skills.
Robert parted their kiss with a breath looking at him deeply. He looked shy. "Was it ok?"
Dom answered him by smothering him in hot kisses again tugging at his earlobe and other things making Robert cry out.
Robert was pleading with him now to again: "Suck on me."
Dom realized he was filling up with a strong feeling for his man. He wanted to please him as badly as Robert wanted to please him. He hadn't had a feeling like that since Mal and in a way this was completely different. With her it was a duty but with this it was pure pleasure.
Dom ran a hand through Robert's cropped locks changing positions so he was on top. Robert looked like he was blushing and then Dom set about his work.
Robert felt like he died and went to heaven. Was he really in the REAL throes of passion with the REAL Mr. Charles?
Just then he bent his head and planted a cool kiss on Robert's cock sending shivers through him. "Yes, yes I am," he told himself. "He's not as skilled like in the dreams but he's better this way-sweeter to me and not so dead in the eyes and I like how vulnerable he looks."
Robert liked showing him what to do and was taken up with a huge feeling of adoration towards him for being honest though the revelation shocked him a little too. He was always so skilled as he fucked him in the dream-always knowing what to do. Who knew that in real life he wasn't knowledgeable at all?
He thought this man, whoever he was would heed his words to simply "move on" and just rip down his pants and fuck him against the wall, to get it out of their systems. But this…
Mr. Charles was running his soft tongue over his shaft and lingering at under his balls making Robert pull at Mr. Charles' hair and cry out.
This was anything but just fucking. Mr. Charles was taking his time to explore him, please him and was dare he say enjoying it? He was making love to him which deeply satisfied Robert in every way possible making him feel needed.
Robert arched his hips up so that Mr. Charles had more of his cock in his warm mouth. They moved in a steady rhythm, Robert fucking his mouth while Mr. Charles sucked. Robert was hoping that this would help the unskilled man in the art of oral sex. He was trying though and he did work his tongue quite nicely-sucking and moving his tongue at the same time. With direction Robert was able to guide him to successfully pleasure him more effectively and he began to feel the orgasm come. He convinced himself here would be plenty of time to show him how to do it more correctly and efficiently but right now he would take what he could get and it wasn't taking much to get him off at this point.
Robert pulled at the older man's hair again as he felt it approach. Mr. Charles was working faster now just like Robert had showed him.
"Yes, oh god yes," he released as he came. He felt Mr. Charles struggle a bit with swallowing-this was something Robert remembered being a bit tricky his first time. He handled himself pretty well and he lingered on him after Robert was finished feeling the spasms of pleasure roll through his body. Mr. Charles was licking up what he missed, cleaning him with his tongue and Robert could feel that there was some on his chin as well. Robert smiled and almost blushed out of adoration again. The Mr. Charles in his dreams wouldn't have done something like that.
Once he had licked everything up and was turning to get up Robert reached for him taking his bicep. Mr. Charles resisted at first but let Robert lead him back to the couch. Mr. Charles nuzzled close-a tender gesture that only real lovers express and Robert's heart nearly broke. He truly felt he could love this man and he didn't even know his real name.
Robert licked at Mr. Charles' chin to clean him-not caring if he looked stupid. He would do anything for him if he asked him to. Mr. Charles released a sigh and put his arms around him so they were stomach to stomach which didn't work too hot on the narrow couch since they were both fairly tall though both were pretty lean. Robert almost fell off the couch but Mr. Charles grasped his back, catching him, laughing lightly-his face sliding and arranging itself, smoothing out, eyes crinkling and a slight dimple appearing. He looked absolutely gorgeous and much younger when he was smiling or laughing and he didn't do it enough for his tastes in this dreams.
But this wasn't a dream Robert kept reminding himself and this man was smiling and he would make it his duty to keep him smiling.
"Move to the bed with me?" Robert chanced the question brushing his nose to his. Thankfully Julian wasn't home. Robert had sent him with a sitter at the possibility of having Mr. Charles over. He never dreamt that he would actually come to his house. He thought he would call first at least. He needed to talk to him before they moved away.
All his plans to just talk to Mr. Charles, to ask him questions went out the window as he took in his drenched appearance, him looking embarrased, eyes trained to the floor. He needed him; it went so much deeper than just wanting to talk. He didn't want to break up a family but if he wasn't married…
Robert tried to justify it but really he knew he couldn't. He was being selfish. This was only going to be a onetime thing anyway but hoping deep down it wouldn't be.
Mr. Charles' usual blue steely eyes were gentle now, relaxed. He laughed again a little louder filling up the room amidst the still adamant rain.
And then Mr. Charles did something very unexpected. He scooped Robert up in his strong arms and was carrying him like he weighed next to nothing, a grin on his face. Robert felt his muscles flex and he marveled at his naked form as he was upright now-Robert getting a better view. He could take him in all day.
Robert felt exhilarated and almost light headed as he gave shoddy directions to him where the bedroom was. He wished the journey was longer but it was over too quick. They were up the stairs, through the hall and into his bedroom, boxes everywhere in a matter of seconds.
Mr. Charles lay Robert down gently and just as he did Robert pulled him on the bed fiercely–catching him off guard. He landed on top of him, both men laughing.
It felt marvelous to laugh with him and also to have more room and to feel the familiar cool of the satin sheets beneath him. Mr. Charles made a comment on how nice they felt as well. They lay facing each other. Robert suddenly felt like he didn't know what to do. He would have thought that Mr. Charles would have left by now but yet here he was. This is usually when he would wake up. There was always little conversation in the dreams-just sex or fucking or sometimes both. He took a deep breath. He was always taught to point out the elephant in the room-which in this case was both of them.
But oh his eyes were roaming over him in the darkness, his face lighting up as lightning hit the sky-distracting him. Mr. Charles ran a hand through his hair affectionately, hand resting on his face again distracting him.
He took his hand and kissed it again. He wasn't sure why he loved to do this. Mr. Charles smiled.
"My name is Dom Cobb, Robert," Mr. Charles err Dom beat him to the punch-apparently wanting to clear the air his own way. Robert felt a little stunned and a felt a shiver at his first name being used. This man-Dom, his eyes were familiarly hard again becoming serious, wanting his attention.
"Dom?" Robert wanted to try it out on his own tongue. To feel it.
He nodded.
"Dominic but Dom is fine."
Robert inspected him with this new knowledge of knowing his real name-this stranger but not a stranger that he just had real sex with. He looked like a Dom he concluded.
Dom lowered his eyes. Robert could feel his resistance and could literally hear him struggle for his words.
"You don't have to now. Like I said before I don't care. I want to know you but it can wait." He was being foolish, if Dom had a family he wouldn't want to come between that but he was banking on that Dom would want to at least talk again someday. He was reaching and he knew it. This really could be their one and only night together.
Robert moved to touch his face but Dom moved to elude him.
"No. I owe this to you. I lied to you."
Robert shook his head. "I don't care," he repeated. He had him right now and that was all that mattered.
"But I do!" Dom said forcefully eyes flaring up in anger.
Robert pulled him close though Dom resisted, struggling so that their foreheads were touching.
"Listen. I know you were outside my house that day. I followed you but you probably all ready know that. I was going to let you go, assuming you were married but then I saw you at the park and I knew that you were pretending you didn't know me but I knew you did. I also know you lied and said that you were acting as head of security for me. 'Mr. Charles', I get it. I know you were on my plane coming back from Sydney and at the airport and that it all has something to do with dissolving my father's company. Fine. Great. I don't care about all that. But you did save me that day. You saved me from myself and I've never been happier. All I wanted was my son back and you to make it complete. Don't take it away from me." He didn't like the desperation in his voice. He was breathing hard, struggling to compose himself, tears threatening to fall. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if this was the last time he spoke to him, saw him, and made love to him.
Dom stopped struggling against him when he heard his little speech, his face looking flushed. Robert pulled away from him a little and he could see from the moonlight coming in from the window that he looked stunned, eyes a little glazed over.
Robert was worried when Dom didn't say anything, he released him.
"You don't really want me. Is that it? I know it's selfish to ask but I don't see a wedding band and I just...well I don't know what to think."
Dom still looked stunned so Robert continued.
"This is all still part of the grand scheme to…to get to me or my money or something? Is that why you were outside my house? Maybe watching me? Why you've been avoiding me this whole time when we lived so close to one another?" Robert was nervous. He hadn't really thought about it before as they were in the throes of passion-pleasuring each other.
Dom had a little smirk on his face.
"I tried so hard to tell myself that this was just business but..." He gave him a vulnerable, open look.
"We planted inception in you. Do you even know what that means?" Dom looked disgusted, looking away and shaking his head, totally avoiding Robert's questions.
Robert knew what inception meant and knew that it probably was linked to his training against kidnappers and extractors hence Dom showing up in his dream as "Mr. Charles". Dom screamed "powerful" but it wasn't like himself as an ex businessman-it was a "getting the job done" sort of powerful that involved getting down and dirty using both strength and brains to be more specific-guns and dreams.
"You planted an idea in my head. To…to what? To somehow realize I need to disband my father's company? But what for?" He tried to keep the urgency and hostility out of his voice. Robert felt he knew the answer as he asked it but wanted Dom to say the words.
Dom wouldn't meet his eyes, he looked miserable. He sighed heavily.
"So our client would be the world's leader in global energy. In essence to get rid of the competition."
Robert suspected as much.
"It all seems so huge, so complicated and so unbelievable yet it paid off for you in the end. It worked." He was just stating the facts; he left emotion out of his words.
Dom nodded, still looking away.
"For our client, yes. For me, no."
Robert was slightly confused by his statement but something else was gnawing at Robert's innards-a scary revelation.
"So you planted the idea in my head for me to have feelings for you as well?" He couldn't hide his emotions that time and his voice was at the brink of breaking, fingers mashing together. He sounded pathetic-his father's words ringing in his ears. He was very scared of the answer.
Dom looked at him finally looking almost hurt, eyebrows raised in slight surprise.
He shook his head fiercely.
"No, we never…I never would do something like that. That doesn't sound like much coming from a criminal mastermind who did something terrible to you but no. I wouldn't do something so personal to someone. I feel guilty enough as it is about what we did. That's why…that's why I came to your house, why I was sitting in my car. The job is over. No one, including myself wants anything else from you. I just wanted to apologize…I never could work up the courage though. That and I really just wanted to see you." His broken face showed that it was all true.
Robert wanted to remind him that he told him all ready that he didn't care but suppressed it. He felt huge relief that he wasn't being manipulated into liking him-it was all on his own accord.
"How do you feel about me?" His voice was low and husky his fingers jittery again.
Dom looked stunned again and wouldn't meet his eyes.
Robert touched his cool shoulder. "Look at me and tell me. Tell me the truth. Don't make me remind you that you said you owed it to me Dom." Robert used his first name to further drive home the point-a tactic learned in business school and he just really liked the sound of it. Robert didn't want to make him say it but he was dying to know and Dom did owe it to him. He could forgive it all as long as Dom was completely honest with him from now on.
Dom seemed to wince a little at the use of his name and his forceful manner but he took in Robert's eyes and face fully, searching him. He looked very vulnerable which suited him, humbled him.
"I feel a lot of things concerning you. I feel that this whole thing is completely fucked up yet I feel that I still need to protect you and I will until the ends of the earth and beyond. I felt and I still feel that I'm in love with you since I met you in your infiltrated dreams and even after you moved to infiltrate mine but I was too scared to admit it instead I let the guilt of knowing I may have caused irreparable damage take over, wanting to run away from you. But instead you say I saved you? Well…" He laughed lightly breaking some of the tension in the air. "You saved me too. You made me learn to love again after losing my wife." He smiled, looking down. He came back up and looked at Robert deeply again a second later. "This is by far the single most fucked up thing I have ever got entangled with but also makes perfect sense. By planting inception in you I was able to also let go of my dead wife though barely making it back. You set me free."
Robert wove his fingers in Dom's feeling immensely relieved and pleased that he indeed was not married, at least not anymore though hearing she passed away was tragic to hear. He wouldn't have to worry about breaking up a family. "By planting inception you also released me from my horrible past life. You set ME free," he interrupted, smiling. He heard all that he needed to hear. Dom did truly have feelings for him. That's all that mattered. He had both men in his life successfully now.
Dom seemed to want to back peddle and looked like he was going to argue more when Robert pulled him close and kissed him forcefully, weaving his fingers of his other hand in his rough, callused ones, drawing him closer still. Dom resisted at first but quickly molded his body around Robert's and was kissing him back equally as forcefully. Robert found in their closeness that Dom was hard again as he was too. They quickly told each other with their eyes that they should move to the shower. Without a word Dom scooped Robert up in his strong arms again and they both laughed as he quickly carried him to the bathroom.
They barely made it there. Robert was enjoying looking at Dom as he was standing over him fully erect as they waited impatiently for the water to heat up. He was licking the side of his neck while Dom was running his hands all over his chest and ass.
Robert wanted to give him his second sex lesson as they clung to each other-hot water raining down on them, marveling at each other's taut wet bodies. They were both tugging at each other's earlobes, laughing in between wet kisses. Robert backed them to the shower wall, putting his arms around his neck; Dom had his hands around his narrow waist and slowly moved his hands southward. Robert gasped and touched his forehead to Dom's. In between fast, sucking kisses saying: "I want to fuck you."
Dom grinned giving him a fiercely serious sexy look and a low growl. "Please do."
Robert showed him and slowly at first not wanting to hurt him. He instructed that Dom should get down on his hands and knees. Dom was very receptive. Robert lathered up some soap on his hands and entered him first with his finger, fucking him open with his middle finger, going in and out slowly at first only getting quicker when Dom demanded.
He loved feeling how tight he was at first, loving the sounds escaping from the other man's mouth. When he felt that Dom was used to one finger he chanced two getting loud cries from the older man but he heard him gasp and shudder with pleasure. He tenderly asked him if he should chance three when he felt that Dom was looser and stretched out more after a time. Dom nodded fiercely moaning. Robert was a little apprehensive but slowly entered him with three fingers. Dom was a mass of: "Fuck yes", "Oh God", and "Harder". The last statement made Robert's erection hurt worse since he was dying to enter him and he felt that Dom was ready now. Robert removed his fingers from inside him getting some: "Oh God no, more" from Dom and Robert obliged. He entered him slowly and Dom cried out in what he hoped was pleasure but he knew deep down was a good pain. Robert let Dom get used to him and how he felt inside asking him how he felt-worrying that he was in pain (he sure would be tomorrow). Dom moaned something like: "Oh fantastic." He chanced moving slowly in an out and he got the reaction he wanted, shudders of pleasure from Dom who was swearing like a truck driver and telling him he wanted more. Robert knew he wouldn't be able to last long, just looking at Dom's wet naked body had been almost too much. He moved in and out picking up the pace a little, marveling at how he felt-tight and warm, losing himself in him. With one hand on his hip he reached around Dom and with his other hand felt his hard erection, working him fast to get him to come. Robert wished he could kiss him to increase the passion but he was impossibly too far away. Robert knew they would have to change up the positions for next time and he really wanted to be on bottom. Robert only went faster still when he felt he was going to come. When he felt he was at the threshold he blurted out: "Oh fuck yes. Oh yes Dom" as he came, Dom moaning the entire time. Dom came a short time later at Robert's hands-hot and messy. They rode out their shudders and spasms of pleasure.
Robert felt weak in the knees and told Dom as much so that he picked him up and with Robert's legs around his chest he leaned him against the shower wall kissing him until he regained his strength. Telling him he was fucking fantastic and thanking him for saying his name-finally his real name. They laughed. The deep, pleasant sound bouncing off the huge shower. Robert wasn't sure how long they stayed there. The steam and heat were becoming almost unbearable and thank heavens he had an unlimited hot water supply! He bared it all though. Anything for him. He drank Dom's glistening muscular body in and loved to feel it against his.
They sat in the shower a short time later, both men feeling lazy and spent, water still pelting down. Dom's arm was around him, Robert taking his hand and they talked, mostly about their children but Dom did explain that it wasn't his "girlfriend" at the door that evening he followed him home, it was just a friend and colleague that had dropped in for a surprise visit. Dom was very passionate about his children which pleased Robert immensely and hoped he could be that involved in Julian's life as well. He told Dom, blushing, that he wanted him to meet Julian and Dom responded by kissing him and saying he would love that since their boys all ready got along and wanted him to meet his children too.
Robert knew they wouldn't be moving now. Rick and Julian would be very pleased.
Dom was right. This was the single most fucked up thing-maybe ever. But it was working for them.
Robert's eyes were fluttering shut. Dom thought he looked beautiful as he sat in the shower, head lolling. He was going to turn the water off but didn't know how. Robert had the most complicated, high tech shower on the planet. It was also huge-it could fit ten people. Perfect for sex. Dom grinned.
The bathroom was a cloud of steam and Dom opened the shower door and was reaching for a towel when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't go."
He felt a familiar kiss in-between his shoulder blades. His mind quickly went to the toppled top, the one that lay on the floor downstairs. No, this still wasn't a dream.
"You know how this works." A statement, not a question.
Robert's hands drew him back in the shower, back to his love.
Robert was washing his hair when Dom crept out of the shower-finally allowed to do so this time after a long round two of Robert giving him his first rim job.
He wiped at the huge mirror and marveled at his reflection which normally showed a stony face. He was anything but now. He wiped at his face, tightening the towel around himself and grinned liking how he looked. His eyes were no longer dead looking-they looked very much alive. His body never felt this fantastic.
"I'll be where I always am," he mumbled, realizing that he probably couldn't hear him. He went through his dresser and donned a pair of his expensive silky boxers and undershirt. He knew it would be there before he got there. He pushed open the balcony doors-the cool night air meeting him in a rush. It had stopped raining and he was able to take in the view properly.
Though the balcony was wet he didn't care. He went right to the edge of it and gripped the wet railing feeling completely free. LA sparkled and winked below him much like the stars hanging down above him. They were high in the hills-close to the famous HOLLYWOOD sign. The moon was bright and full, casting everything in a warm marvelous glow and it felt wonderful on his now pruning and wrinkling skin.
Arms were around his waist and he felt a cool kiss on his neck.
"I'm not enough for you?" He said it playfully.
He looked over his shoulder to make sure that the familiar smirk was there. And it was.
Dom turned to face him. He had two cigarettes in his mouth. He leaned over Dom resting his hands on either side of him on the wet railing. He bent over him and Dom took one of the cigarettes out of his mouth with his own.
"You're changing it up."
Robert eyed him carefully motioning at his attire. "You are too," he winked.
Robert produced a lighter and lit both cigarettes.
Smoke swirled and circled over their heads mingling with the stars.
"You only want me in the nighttime right?"
They were taking each other in fully getting lost in their blue eyes.
"I find solace in the night."
Robert leaned in closer taking a long drag.
"You look gorgeous in the moonlight, Dom that's why you do it right?"
Dom couldn't smother the grin that appeared on his face.
"You can't see my imperfections that way," he winked.
Robert leaned in dangerously close, Dom taking in his newly clean, fresh scent, their breath so close and finally their lips met, nicotine breath mingling, tongues gliding off each other as they shared a wet kiss that never usually happened after the dream ended.
Both realized but only would find out later that they were very much looking forward to more of those moments but wouldn't stop liking the routine. And only later still after talking they found out that they shared the exact same dream every night.