A Dream

Logan lay on the ground. Chest rising and falling; his eyes screwed shut. A rustling and suddenly, Logan wasn’t alone in the tent anymore. Smells of jasmine and flesh swirl around his nostrils. Eyelids slowly rise and the outline of a woman is present. Focusing in on the face, it was Jean.

Nothing is said when she walks the few steps towards his laying body. Her lips waver before his and then it is bliss. So soft and swollen. Growling, Logan pulls the small woman on top of his body and kisses harder. Something is wrong, but he doesn’t care. This was Jean and he was touching her, kissing her. Lips leaving his mouth, he opens his eyes to look at her face. She’s smiling. But not a nice one.

“What do you really want?”

That voice did not fit the woman. Before his eyes, Jean’s face melts away to reveal softer, rounder features. Two stripes of white locks cascade down passed her round chin. A couple of strands of silver hair are stuck inside the corner of her thin lips. She is still smiling, but it isn’t Jean anymore.

He looks into her eyes, seeing the innocence and curiosity. His mouth had dropped open during the transformation, in absolute shock. He looks down to see that his hands are on either side of her waist, touching her bare skin. He releases her immediately, putting his arms on either side of him, too afraid to get up.

Leaning in closer, her hot breath on his neck, her lips purses into a frown.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Slender fingers slide down his chest. He gasps at how cold they were. He can’t move. The fingers reach the top of his waistband and curl around the elastic. Eyes look into eyes as she bites her lip. Logan’s heart starts beating faster as those slim, beautiful fingers pull down his sweats. Sweet, cool air surrounds his exposed flesh, making him gasp and hold his breath. Those innocent eyes look down upon his lap, full of desire and heat.

A hand slowly dips down upon the uncovered area and before her skin could touch his, he awoke.

* * *

Sweat clung to his face as he gasped for air. Eyes focusing in sharp clarity, he saw the opposite wall. He was sitting up without even realizing it. A thin sheet covered his lower body, but could not hide his obvious excitement.

“Oh, fuck, that dream…” he whispered hoarsely. Putting large, calloused hands over his face, he rubbed his eyes and wished the dream away from his mind. It had bothered him every night since that horrible voyage to the underground labs. Those tents. It disturbed Logan to no end and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Feet hitting the floor, he swung his body out of bed. Logan turned and strode to the shower. Twisting the handles, hot, searing water tumbled down from the showerhead. Pulling down his sweats, reminding him further of the dream he had, he stepped into the shower and shut the glass door.

Water streamed down his face as he rubbed his neck. Perspiration already started to gather on the glass shower door. Slowly, his hands lowered to his sides and then to his rising member. One of his arms leaned against the wall of the shower while the other started to stroke his penis.

Logan closed his eyes; he hated doing this. Knowing the reason why he had an erection made him feel guilty. It was just a dream and yet…

Thoughts of slender fingers and innocent eyes filled his mind. Those beautiful lips moving up and down against his cock. A wet, warm tongue circling the tip. Smiling in embarrassment, innocence and curiosity. And lust. Lust in those brown, stunning eyes.

He came before he could stop himself from thinking about her. About…the girl.
He couldn’t say her name. Couldn’t think it. She was only a child and he was thinking of her in such an awful way.

Growling in the back of his throat, he washed the rest of his body, not feeling any cleaner.

* * *

Marie lay in bed. Listening to the shower next to her wall, she knew Logan was awake. Looking over to her bedside table, the red stripes of light told her it was one in the morning.

Wondering and slightly worried, the girl got up and silently left her shared bedroom. Wearing pajama bottoms and a tank top hardly hid her body from the cold hall outside her room. Folding her arms over her chest, she walked briskly down the red carpet to Logan’s room.

Before she knocked, she could hear a door open from inside. Thinking that he was out of the shower, she knocked on the door quietly as to not wake any other students. Padded footsteps sounded from behind the entrance and slowly the knob turned. Logan peered outside from a sliver of the open door.

“Hi, Logan. I was just wondering if you were alright, I mean, I could hear the shower from my room and I was just wondering…if you were…alright…” said Marie in a jumble of words. Now she seemed like an idiot. Why would something be wrong with him if he took a shower in the middle of the night? It’s not that abnormal…

Logan grunted and said, “Just woke up, needed to take a shower, that’s all.”
The girl wondered why he was being so blunt.

“Oh, OK. Heh, I just wanted to make sure,” she said as she turned to leave,
“Good night.”

“Good night.”

Logan held onto his white towel with one hand as he shut the door and turned around. Damn it all, he had to take another shower.