Dreaming in Color by Cameron Dane (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

taking hold of Marek's thigh in a crushing grip that only spurred Marek to jerk Colin off harder. He slipped his other hand into the mix and tormented the head of Colin's cock while continuing to stroke the length with his other. He teased the wide slit cutting across the tip of the shaft, slipping just the edge of his short fingernail into the fold.

The response was immediate. Colin's eyes flew open, and his mouth gaped with a choking noise. His entire body went rigid in a straight line, and as he came, he shot one long arc of cum right over the edge of the bed where it splashed on the floor. For a moment, he hung strung tight and then went lax, cushioning himself on the front of Marek's body. At the same time, his lips parted with, “We need—”

Marek covered Colin's mouth. “Just get some rest for now.” He let his hand slide down Colin's arm and wrapped it around his waist. “Everything else can wait until the morning.”

“You're right.” Colin covered Marek's hand on his stomach and snuggled back into complete contact. “It's late, and we're both tired. It'll hold.”

Marek held his new lover close, not closing his eyes until he felt Colin's breathing soften and knew he was asleep.

Chapter Twelve

Marek stretched his arms and legs across his bed, yawned, and immediately knew something wasn't right when he didn't bump into another body. No Colin.

How do I already know, after one night, that he should be here with me?

Shifting up against the headboard, Marek rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, yawning again as he spotted Colin across the room. More accurately, Colin's naked backside. The man stood facing the wall and had the flat of his hand, fingers spread wide apart, against the plaster. Marek scratched through the new growth covering his jaw, studying his bedmate as worry about Colin's state of mind crept up on him again.

Colin broke the silence without turning around. “Morning.” He shifted some, dragging his fingers over the wall. “Did you sleep well?”

Huh. Marek sat up straighter, shocked that no exhaustion lingered in him right now. “Good morning. I feel very rested. Thank you.” He tilted his head and scrunched his brow, following Colin with his eyes as he continued to feel up the bedroom wall. “What are you doing?”

Finally turning, Colin lifted his gaze to Marek's. His eyes were clear, and Marek started breathing easier. Thank goodness. He did not need a repeat scare of last night.

Offering a sweet smile, Colin said, “I'm deciding whether I should tell you something crazy.”

That got a chuckle out of Marek. He settled in and crossed his arms against his chest. “Now why should you start worrying about that now?”

“Fair point.” The burn of a blush started at Colin's chest and worked its way up to his hairline. “Probably should have thought a bit more about that earlier, huh?”

Marek's heart hammered with ridiculous giddiness. Colin was so damned cute; he could not possibly want the man any more than he already did. “Don't worry about it. Go ahead, sweetness,” he said. “I shut you down last night. Say whatever you want now.”

Grinning, Colin grew even redder, but his eyes lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning. “I like that.”

Marek knew just what Colin meant. “You called me baby last night. I liked hearing that too.” He drew the rumpled sheet up to his waist, determined to listen and to ignore his morning erection. “Now go ahead and get to what you wanted to say.”

Putting himself to pacing across the foot of the bed, Colin nodded. “Okay. Well, I've gone through a lot of ideas about why I started having dreams about this house and the red door and you. I want an answer. I don't like unsolved mysteries, and I don't like things I can't understand. I've been accused of desiring…control”—he rubbed his hands on his legs, making Marek wonder if he was sweating over sharing this information—“and I suppose that's not entirely untrue.”

Marek bit his cheek so he didn't laugh. “You're not admitting anything I haven't figured out about you on my own.”

Colin pursed his lips and shot Marek a little glare. “Then you figured it out a hell of a lot faster than the other guys I've been intimate with.”

Marek raised a brow right back. “I'll consider that a compliment.”

“If you want it to be. Those other men in my life…” Colin paused, and his jaw clenched. “When they really saw who I was every day, they decided they would be better off with someone more relaxed than I am.”

What Marek didn't want to do was sit there, look at Colin, and think about him with other men. His hard-on no longer an issue, he raised his knee and rested his elbow on it, watching as Colin worried a hole through his lip.

“All right. But that's not what you started out wanting to tell me,” he prompted. “You're getting off track.”

“Right. Sorry.” Colin went back to walking the length of the bed. “Solving my dreams. Okay, so when I saw Payton's name on the greenhouse and figured out the connection you must have shared, for a day or two I wondered if Payton might have sneaked into my subconscious and somehow guided me here to you.”

“No.” Marek shook his head as he tracked Colin. “It's not Pay. I've thought of that. I would feel him, and I don't.”

Colin shifted his attention to Marek again, and held it. “Yeah, I don't think it's Payton anymore either.”

The hairs on Marek's arms stood on end, and his heart started to kick up with speed. “So what do you think?”

Circling the bed until he stood right next to where Marek sat, Colin lowered himself and kneeled on the floor. He looked up, unwavering, and Marek's fear grew. “I think it's you,” Colin said softly. “And this house. Specifically, what you're doing to this house.”

Marek reared, and his head spun like on a Tilt-A-Whirl.