Surviving on Your Own

The Dream

After another fun-filled day of meetings and endless paperwork, I find myself sitting in my way too large bedroom in my much too big estate. I've nestled myself in the middle of my California King size bed, and I'm a little more than pissed off.

I've got my laptop with me, and I was up in my online poker match by thirty thousand bucks, and then I fucking lost it. Plus another eighteen thousand just trying to come back up. High stakes poker. It's usually more fun than this. When I'm winning. I also lost nine grand on a flippin' horse. The race was somewhere in Europe. The horse had good stats! Whatever, today has been shit anyways.

I can almost hear Duo chastising me for loosing so much money. Hm, I grunt out loud. They all have war funds they stole from the Alliance, Oz, and Romefeller. I'm sure they're well off now and don't have to work if they don't want to. I didn't need to steal money. Lucky enough to be born into it, along with all the problems it brings.

I think I'll just jerk off and go to bed. I really don't watch porn often, but it helps to get the job done. Soft core stuff, nothing weird. I'm not into kinky stuff, I guess. *Unless you consider paying more attention to the man than the woman kinky*. Shut up! I hate that little nagging voice. It's the same one that speaks from my "space heart". Fuck that, I'm not fucking gay.

I close my eyes tightly and a low growl escapes my throat. Fuck this, forget jerking off, it can wait until morning.

{ Strong hands are soothing over my skin. Uh, they feel so good. They move all over my body, leaving me a mess of over stimulated senses.

"Please more," I hear my voice say.

I can't see the person who's touching me. A finger presses to my lips and I hear the person shush me.

Those hands, those beautiful hands are touching me there. Oh, it's too much, feels too good. I'm close, I'm almost there.

"Please," I whimper again. Pleasure floods my body as I climax.

A face comes into view, green eyes gaze down softly at me. "Quatre..." He whispers. }

"Uuuhhh!" A scream rips from my lungs. Where am I? Looking around I see I'm in my room, alone. Sitting upright in bed, I'm panting and sweating, and there's a sticky sensation between my legs.

Fuck, not again! I haven't had this dream in weeks! Why now?

I'm shaking as I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around myself.

Fuck this! I'm not gay!