In My Land of Dreams
Title: In My Land of Dreams (Sequel to Rain, Sun, Moon, & Rain) Rating:NC-17 Contains: Incest, m/m sex, Language Characters: Hardy Boyz Disclaimer: I don't own or know anyone in this FICTION. I do not know Matt and Jeff's sexuality. (Although I think my brain likes to think it does) Distribution: Stefani at Dreamland and my site but everyone else must e-mail me first. I have often told myself that loving the one that I am not suppost to love is wrong, but why does it feel so right? Why do I feel this way, so strongly about a person that it kills me to see them and know that I can never be forward with that one person, about them? I wished that I knew. I really do. Since I had revealed my feelings to that person, I have been to torn from them, but not by anyone else but that person. They won't talk to me. They won't touch me. They don't even tag with me like they used to. I sit on my hotel room bed, thinking about all of this. Matt, my beloved brother, is in the room down the hall. He had convensed Vince to give him a room of his own on the terms of our "fights", what he called it. I sighed and turned down the light, climbing into the earth colors quilts and coverings of the extremely hard bed. Even though the bed is hard and smelled of harsh sex, I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow. I dreamt a dream that I have had so many times that I knew every cornor and shadow. It's like watching your favorite movie or t.v. show. No matter how many times you see it, it's still as good as the first time. And, that is true in the case of my dream, my wonderful wish that I so wish ahd hope and pray would happen. I was at the old high school in our home town, a place where I have often wrestled and hung out with friends. It was falling apart and very unsafe in some parts, but it was still a home to me. I was in the old Chemistry Lab, writting poetry and stories about my love and life, Matthew Moore Hardy. "Jeff..." He whispered as he made his way up behind me. I turned, wanting to speak but not say a word. He kissed my lips gently, scaring me some but I enjoyed it all the same. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his thick neck. He lifted me into the air easily and sat me back down on the hard surface of the lad table. I sighed and purred in his ear, loving the contrast of cold on my bum but warmth of his arms. He, again, sucked my bottum lip into his hot mouth, sucking me into a world that I didn't want to leave. We worked slowly at removing our clothing, a piece at a time, while trying not to break the strong yet gentle kiss that sent fireworks through my spine. Our shirts were laying on the dirt floor, making the matching white tanks a deep brown. The black jeans Matt had be wearing were on the old chair that sat near the wall to our right, keeping them new for now. My blue jeans were thrown against the other wall, which I had down because I wanted that harsh fabric off my growing cock. I groaned, hooking my thumbs into Matt's silk black boxers, pulling them down and letting him kick them to the side. Unlocking our lips for the first time since our removal of clothing began, I arched my hips to help in Matt's taking of the deep purple boxers that held my throbbing organ that cried out for the love it so wanted. Now, with my boxers off and the cold surface of the table turning into a warm surface, I licked around Matt's neck, starting at his ear and ending to his Adam's Apple. I bit genlty at his ear, suck at the skin on the end. Matt moaned and tangled his hands into my blue hair, holding my head where he pleased. I laid my tongue out on his skin, licking and hot trail of fire down to his Adam's Apple agian, this time stopping to suck on it. He moaned again, tickling my lips with the convulses of his throat. I moved lower, gently bitting and sucking at skin as I came to the objects that I wanted. His pink nipples were hard, calling out for me to suck one into my mouth. With out a second thought, I licked to top of the bud before sucking it into my mouth, biting at the rose bud. Matt moaned and threw his black hair around his broad shoulders. Pulling from his chest, I pulled back, leaning back on my elbows. Matt grins slyly at me before blowing cool air acroos one of my own nipples, watching it turn into a hard bud of pink/red skin that wanted more, like it's owner. He brought his pink tongue out, licking at the bud softly before pulling at it with his teeth. I groaned, arching into his. Moving lower, he licked down my pecks and ads, coming face to face with my large drooling cock that needed to be helped. It throbbed harder as Matt gently blew his breath over the tip. I gasped out loud, shocked at how good it felt to have his face close to me needing cock. I jerked my hips slowly as he licked at the head, drinking from the tip slowly, wanting all the juices that were flowing from me. Taking the head into his hot, warm, wonderful mouth, he applied a soft suction to it, moving down to the base so slowly that I thought it would take him all night to take my cock fully into his mouth. I wrapped my fingures around his hair, wanting him to move. Taking my hint, he bobbed his head slowly, never really taking all of me into his mouth. I groaned, jerking my hips slowly towards his mouth, not wanting to hurt my Matthew. I pulled on his hair, feeling the first warning of an orgasm coming apoun me. He let go of my cock with a loud pop that caused me to shiver. He grinned at me, licking his lips slowly. I got off the table, turning around and laying my top half onto the top. My legs were far apart and my ass was in the air. Matt pulled a bottle of lub from his pants pocket, slowly puring some down my back side. I moaned, arching into the cold liquid. He gently ran a fingure around the goo before coming to my entrence. Groaning, I felt his push his digit into me, working it around. I relaxed as much as I could, letting him get two digits in. Bouncing back, I helped him warm me up. Pulling his fingures from me when he knew that I was ready, I sighed, wishing he was back in me. Again, I moaned, feeling his cock enter me. He hissed as me sank into my tight ass, coming to a complete stop when he was all the way in. I moaned his name, pushing back on his softly. He nodded, knowing that we both needed this. He leaned over me, resting his hands near my head, and began to pump his hips slowly into me. I groaned, working back and meeting his powerful and loving jerks. I pushed my hand under me, wrapping it around my cock and working it to match his strocks. We worked together, becoming a unit of powerful love that would bring tears to everyones eyes. He moaned his love to me with each strock that I began to cry softly, whispering the same to him. We worked gently on each other, no matter how close we were coming to the end. He moaned and leaned back, emptying into me suddenly, coaxing my over the edge with him. I moaned and groaned, jerking back to milk all of his love from him, although I knew that that was impossible to do. He loved me more than anything and nothing could reach that love. Sighing, he pulled from me, pulling me into a gentle kiss that made my tears come faster. "Jeff, only in my land of dreams may I have you, but I still have you." He would whisper before I would wake with a stiff cock, which was often blue and painful. So, that's how I will always have my Matthew, in my land of dreams. But, like he said, at lest I have him.
