Chapter 174: Hold Please

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined." – Henry David Thoreau

"Imagination is more important than knowledge..." – Albert Einstein

"Dreams are ... illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you." – Marsha Norman

"In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities." – János Arany


"Whadya wanna wear today?" Sydney asked as she deposited him on the bed.

"You can pick," he said tiredly.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, just tired today…"

"I'm sorry honey…"

He yawned, "No…don't apologize, I'm just…I think the therapy kinda wore me out…"

"You sure that's all that wore you out?" Sydney asked with a warning eyebrow raised.

He smiled, "Well…" he trailed off.

She walked over to him and began to dress him; comfortable sweat pants, long sleeve tee shirt. She dressed herself similarly, in comfortable lounging clothes.

"Why don't you take a nap?"

"I just got up…I should be able to stay awake."

"You can take a nap whenever you want Vaughn…you don't need a reason…you're recuperating."

He smiled, "Ok, maybe a little one…"

She returned the smile, "I'll come in and check on you in a bit."

Sydney left Vaughn dozing in the bedroom and let an antsy Donovan outside into the backyard.
She picked up the house a bit, and got the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She looked vaguely at her computer in the den, thinking of the pile of files that they had yet to go through, but she really didn't feel like doing work at the moment.

She settled into the couch and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels until she stopped at a random soap opera. She gathered from her limited time watching that a woman on the show had disappeared and been missing for two years. When she came back, the man she loved was married to some bitch woman from hell, with a really huge face, bad hair and an even worse accent. 'Lame,' Sydney thought as she flipped the channel, daytime television had sunk to a new low. Finally, she just turned the TV off and picked up a book.

When she next glanced over at the clock, Vaughn had been asleep for almost an hour. She put her book down and quietly walked to the bedroom. She peered in at him from the door and watched him for a few minutes. She was about to walk away when she heard subtle and muffled noises emanating from him. She moved into the room and tried to listen to what he was saying. His head moved slowly from side to side, his face wasn't calm, it look…strained. She caught her name in his mumbling and then a "stop…"

She sat down on the bed, trying to decide if it was better to wake him or let him ride out the dream. It seemed the dream was building in intensity however, and she finally decided waking him was probably the best route.

"Vaughn…" she said quietly, placing her hand on his chest. He moaned, but didn't rouse from the dream.

"Vaughn…" she said a little louder.

He jerked slightly, waking suddenly and looked over at her with hazy eyes.

"You ok?" she asked concerned.

"Aww man!" he said frustratingly.

"What?" Sydney asked, confused, "You were having a nightmare…"

"No…I wasn't…" he said factually.

"You looked like you were having a nightmare…you said my name…then you said 'stop' and mumbled some more…and what the hell is spooing?"

Vaughn started to laugh, "Ok, first of all, I said 'don't stop,' and 'spooing' is SPOONING…and I said your name cause I was RIGHT on the verge of coming when you woke me up."

"Coming? You were having a sex dream?"

"YES."

"Well, that would explain the moans…and why it didn't look like a typical nightmare."

He smiled, "That was a really good dream too…"

"What happened?" she asked intrigued.

He grinned, "Well…it was last night on replay pretty much…complete with SPOONING."

Sydney giggled, "Sorry…when did I stop you?"

"Right before I was coming on top…"

"Well…I could do something about that…make up for it…help you get rid of some of that tension that built up…that pent up, unreleased," she pressed on the bulge under the covers, "energy…"

He moaned similarly to the way he had in his sleep moments ago, and pushed his hips up into her hand.

"What should we do?" she asked in a sing-song-y voice, using two fingers to crawl up the bedspread. Once she reached the top of it, she gently pulled it down, exposing his body to her and the very noticeable tent in his sweatpants. She cupped him and leaned up, kissing him lightly, before squeezing him harder through the pants.

Vaughn let out a moan, watching her through hooded eyes.

She snuck her hand around the waistband of the sweatpants and toyed with the elastic before she gently peeled them down. She pulled them off his legs and then repeated the action with his boxers, freeing his erection and watching in fascination as it slapped back against his stomach.

She eyed him seductively as she took him in her hand, running her fingers up and down the silky shaft, spending some time driving him insane by moving the pad of her finger up and down the vein on the underside of the shaft.

Up and down…up and down…his hips were moving with her in an effort to get more attention.

She knew she was frustrating him, but she loved hearing him moan and groan in anticipation and expectation. She had him writhing on the bed in no time, his head moving from side to side as it had in his dream.

"Syd…please…"

"Please what?" she asked innocently.

"I need to feel your mouth…please…"

She smiled and relented, sucking the tip into her mouth, the moisture beads there pronounced and evidencing his heightened arousal.

Sydney had just started to move down his shaft, her mouth taking more and more of him in when the phone rang.

He groaned, "Don't answer that…"

Sydney smiled, "What if it's important?" she asked, letting go of his cock for a moment as she grabbed the phone, "Hello?" she said sweetly.

"Hey sexy!"

"Hi!"

"How you doin?"

"Good…you?"

"Eh…can't complain…I could – but no one cares…Mike around?"

"Sure, just a sec…"

Sydney held the phone out to Vaughn.

He shook his head, "I can't…not now…"

She held it out to him, not relenting.

He sighed, "Who is it?"

She smiled, "Eric…"

He grabbed the phone, "Weiss…hey…man – can you call back?"

"That's the greeting I get? I was gonna stop over…can I call you back? What – you got something else really important?"

"Weiss…come on man…just call back in a few minutes…"

"Mmm…no – cause I'm on my way over already…"

Vaughn sighed and then jumped, suddenly aware that Sydney had moved between his legs again.

He shook his head at her, knowing the look in her eyes, and tried to swat her hand away, but that was near impossible because he could only use one hand.

"Syd," he whispered, "don't…"

She smiled evilly and took him in her hand again, gripping him roughly and pulling on the root of his cock.

"Shit…" Vaughn said in between the moans that started to rise. He's lost all sense of what Weiss was saying to him.

"Vaughn? Mike? You ok?" Weiss asked.

"Yeah," Vaughn breathed, "I'm ok…"

Sydney engulfed his cock abruptly, hollowing her cheeks as his cock was encased in warmth.

"UGH…God…"

"Mike…what…" Weiss stopped.

"Fuck!" Vaughn said, his head pressing back into the pillow as Sydney added her other hand to his balls, pulling and massaging them, rolling them between her fingers.

"W-w-eiss…just…hold please…" Vaughn stammered, out of breath, trying to take in all the sensation while holding a conversation proving too taxing.

He vaguely heard Weiss say, "Dude – What the hell!" before he tuned him out.

Sydney looked up at him, never breaking eye contact as her mouth moved down further, swallowing his cock. Soon, there was pressure on the base of his cock, as her lips attached in a tight ring around him, her tongue swirling and lashing on him as well. His cock never got a break from the slow, wet sliding, the soft slurping noises as her mouth moved up and down.

"Ugh God Sydney…" Vaughn breathed, sitting up a little and burying the phone in his chest to spare Weiss from the largest part of what they were doing.

"Talk to Weiss," Sydney said, momentarily leaving his cock.

He was too close to argue with her, "Mmm…when you GONNA UGH be here?" Vaughn choked out.

Weiss was silent, then said, "Um…maybe I should wait…"

"Shit!" Vaughn screamed as Sydney sucked on him roughly, deep throating his cock.

He attempted to sit up again, but Sydney pushed him back, "Lay down…I'm taking care of you," she said with a gleam before she sucked him into her mouth again.

"Oh God…"

"Vaughn?" Weiss said.

"Just come over…Mmm…" Vaughn could feel his climax rising, the pressure building in his balls, Sydney's throat pulsating and undulating on his cock, "Over…we'll be done…by then…JESUS…"

"Dude – I so didn't need to hear this…" Weiss informed him.

"Ah fuck Sydney…" Vaughn moaned loudly as he began to come, his cock unloaded gush after gush of semen down her throat. Sydney swallowed all of him, not letting a drop leak from her mouth.

She waited until he was finished, fondling his balls while he came down, making him shiver under her touch.

He looked winded, but sated. She let him slip from her mouth and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She crawled up the bed and grabbed the phone from Vaughn.

"Eric, we're done now…but Vaughn can't talk right away, he'll be good when you get here…"

Sydney didn't wait for an answer, just simply hung up the phone and kissed Vaughn.

He kissed her greedily, despite his fatigue, tasting himself on her lips.

"Damn…"

She smiled, "Better than the dream?"

"YEAH…I don't think I really needed to answer that though…I think the amount I just unloaded would be a fine testament to that…"

She giggled and watched as the slow smile crept across his face, his dimples blazing as he looked up at her.

"Thank you…"

"You're welcome…I love it when you come…" Sydney said proudly.

Vaughn chuckled, "Well, you make it easy…I'm surprised half the time I don't come from just looking at you."

Sydney giggled again and kissed him, "Let's clean you up before we scar Eric more…"