Dice’s POV

Vaguely I realized I’m on my fours and a pleasureful sensation is floating my body with each deep thrust. I knew that grip, I knew that touch, that scent and I felt happy. I was facing the wall and the only thing I saw was the shadows, even tho it was relatively dark, I felt safe... and happy. This was different, this wasn’t just satisfying those bestial urges, this was way slower and more felt out. My fingers clutched on the sheets as I pressed my cheek in the mattress, tears of joy running down my cheeks.

The wonderful dream had turned into a complete nightmare in just a matter of seconds. Out of the sudden we were in a really cold place, I had no idea where exactly, it seemed like a room or this white space where it was colder than the devil’s heart and the falling snow from the sky hit the skin of my bare legs like rusty needles. Agonizingly painful. And there he was. Matt was lying on the floor and the only thought I had was - he’s laying on ice and he’s just in his t-shirt and jeans. He should be freezing.

I dropped to my knees, ignoring the cold and took off my leather jacket to put under his head. He was lying in pointy pieces of shattered ice that was grazing his skin. Somewhere the sirens were crying in a manic crescendo and I got the thought of Matt being on a line between life and death. A situation I had pulled him into. Without a warning hot tears started running over my cold cheeks.

„Matt, baby, please...” I sobbed, bending over and cupping the sides of his face, hoping he’d just open his eyes, „Matt... please, open your eyes...” A crimson puddle was starting to form underneath us, „No, Matt, don’t leave me!” I kissed his face countless times, remembering only the cold skin under my lips. Then it hit me – I couldn’t save him. For the first time in my life I felt helpless, I didn’t know what to do and that scared me almost as much as losing Matt Sanders. „Matt, please... I love you...”

I woke up crying. I guess the pain in the dream had been too much to affect not only me in my head, but also me in real life. When I woke up I still couldn’t comprehend that it had only been a nightmare and nothing more, since I felt this enormous pain in my chest. The same I had felt when losing my parents. The dark room made me feel like I was still in the nightmare, even tho the nightmare had been filled with light, almost as if spotlighting the scene so I won’t dare to turn away from the tragedy and look for an escape. Only then I felt the bed creak and strong arms pull me in that familiar lap, not saying a single word.

I was pressed against his t-shirt as his arms held me close, his hand caressing my head. I couldn’t calm down, the nightmare had tore down my walls and now my emotional side was taking over, finally letting loose those tears I had held in for all these years. I was almost in too much pain to bare and the fact that Matt was here, with me, didn’t quite get through the hysteria. I was strongly convinced I had lost him. Forever.

„Dice,” he whispered softly against my hair, „Dice, tell me about it...”

I took a shaky breath, brushing the tears away, however that didn’t stop them from flowing. „I-I... I lost y-you...” I sobbed, hiding my face in my hands, finally realizing what I’m doing and that I didn’t want him to see me like this. A bit too late the realization hit. „You w-were de-ead... I couldn’t save you...”

„Dice, look at me,” He said demanding. I shook my head – no. Like hell I’m showing him my face after the waterworks. I felt too embarrassed. But it seemed he didn’t care, he took my face and raised up to face him, „Look at me... I’m here, with you...”

„Yea, right now you are,” I scoffed, wiping the tears away. I noticed his lips tremble in a barely visible smirk.

„I see you’re getting back to your normal self,” Now the smirk was almost too visible. He placed me back on the bed and stood up. What? Where the hell was he going?

„Are you seriously leaving me alone?” I had no other option, but to gape at that.

„I left the light on in the living room,” He said and even tho I couldn’t see his face ‘cause he was going for the door, I was damn sure he smirked.

„You want me to cry again?” I called after him, „’cause I can manage that for at least another ten minutes!” After that there’d be no fluids left in me to actually create the tears. I sighed. And he leaves me again... But, man, was I wrong about that. He walked back in the room, pulling his t-shirt over his head and letting it drop to the floor. This strongly reminded of the first side of the dream. The pleasant one and I had to lick my now dry lips as he walked up to me, only in his jeans, who by the way were hanging dangerously low.

He stopped mere inches from me and started unbuckling his belt, my heart starting to race in my chest. Was he about to do what I think he’ll do?

„Move,” He said simply. Even tho i felt confused and what not, I moved to the other side of the bed, stopping only when i felt the coolness of the wall. Okay, why is he laying down and pulling the comforter on him? „Did you think I’m gonna fuck you?” he raised an amused eyebrow.

„Well... yeah?” I frowned.

„Look, let’s play a small game. You answer ten of my questions truthfully and in the end – we have sex.” He patted against the bed right next to him. Well, it seemed I don’t have any choice, do I? With a heavy sigh, I got under the sheets and cuddled up to his side, him putting an arm around my shoulder. „Who were your real parents’?”

Oh here we go, with the hard questions already, „My mom was a lawyer and my dad owned a car shop.”

„Is that’s why you became a lawyer? Because of your mother?”

„No.” I sighed, „I became a lawyer because everyone told me I couldn’t.” I put my leg over his, feeling the fabric of his boxers, wishing to just rip them off and ride him like I haven’t ridden anyone in my whole life.

„Why such love for Mustangs?” he asked, circling my bare shoulder with his fingers.

„Other than they’re the coolest cars known to man?” I questioned and he shot me a look saying that’s not what he was waiting for. I sighed. „Okay... Fine... Actually I love only one Mustang. The one I sold. This one which I bought... I don’t know, it just felt right.”

„What’s so special about that car?”

„It was my dad’s. A sentimental value.”

„How did they die?” He asked silently. How did who die? My parents?

„A car crash.” I replied nealry choking on my own words, „A drunk driver, who was speeding crashed in them, they went off the road and hit a tree. Told to be dead on the scene.”

„How old were you?”

„Nine.” I replied simply. „And to finish with the sad part of questions, no I don’t miss them, ‘cause I don’t really remember them.”

„Why the name Dice?”

„You know ‘why’.” I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent.

„No, I don’t know.”

„Because I’m bipolar. And I like to gamble. It was either Dice or Blackjack, but if you shorten the second one it’s just BJ which kinda stands for blowjobs. Not that I don’t like them,” That was the first time in far too long when I heard him laugh. „How many questions left?”

„I don’t know,” he shrugged lightly, „but I’ll ask only one,” I could feel him tense a bit and knew where this was headed. I knew right from the start when he came up with this silliness. „What was the last thing you said in your dream?”

Holy shit, had I yelled that out loud? His eyes were now locked on me and for a moment I just kept staring in them. He knew what I said, why did he need to hear that again? I broke the stare down and put my head on his chest. „That I love you.”

„Is that true?”

„That’s two questions,” I mused tracing the outer edges of his deathbat on the stomach.

„Just answer.” He said, but yet he undid my bra and sat up and pulled me along him. He slid the straps down my arms, looking me intently in the eye. My heart was racing inside my chest and all I wanted to do was scream to the world how much I loved this man, but it seemed the words got caught somewhere in my throat. I threw the sheets away and straddled his lap, feeling his member with my core, my lips parting slightly as a shaky breath escaped them. He held my face just inches from his, waiting for the answer. I sighed. „Yes... I fucking love you Matt Sanders...” I wanted to go for that kiss he owed me, but he held me in place. I frowned. „What?”

„Say that again...” A dirty smirk mirrored on his face.

„I love you... Now can I have that wonderful dick inside me?”

Brian’s POV

„So you think Dice and Matt are gonna be okay?” MJ asked me as we walked upstairs to the bedroom. Who was she? Their fairy godmother? Could she think a little less about others and a little more about me? Call me an egocentric bastard, but I needed some love too. I was in fucking pain for the whole time since she stood me up in the stock back at Johnny’s. If she wanted, I could fucking redo the favor and give her absolutely nothing. See for how long that hand of hers will please her. And in fact, that’s a fucking good idea. I’ll just start ignoring her sexual requests, that is as long as Bri downstairs will allow it. This smelt like a massive jerking off marathon, but all in the cause of good, right?

„They can’t live without each other, of course they’ll be fine.” In fact, I could bet on hundred bucks, they were fucking like rabbits this same moment. I should probably crash the party when I wake up, see the damage on Dice myself. The last time Matt got some was I think with Dice and if that’s the truth that was a long ass fucking time ago and if Dice wasn’t lying, she too was on celibacy. I figure Red won’t be able to as much as walk after they’re done. „What do you say we crash the party in the morning?”

I looked back at her right as we walked through the door of the bedroom. She cocked her eyebrow. „What party?”

„Your best friend’s... and my best friend’s,” I said stripping off the leather jacket and throwing it over a chair to MJ’s make-up table. „You could finally see where she lives.”

She shrugged, „I don’t know if we should disturb them, besides won’t we be exhausted?” Was that a dirty grin I just saw on her face? Oh sweetheart, we’re not gonna be exhausted, maybe just mentally since it will take everything in me to just lay with her in the bed and do nothing, but I was very determined for it.

I shrugged back. „I think I’ll finally have a good night’s sleep,” I smirked and took off my shirt.

That confused frown was almost too cute to bare. Okay, let’s keep it professional Haner, don’t laugh. Don’t fucking laugh. „What’s that supposed to mean?”

„I’m saying, I’m not drunk and I go to bed before 8 AM,” And we’re not gonna have a three hour sex marathon. The thought made me snicker and my dick rage, but soon it all will be over, friend. A good beating in the shower is all that we need. Right now, I swear it seemed satisfied even with that offer.

„Where are you going?” She sounded angry. So that’s the way she is when she figures she’s not getting any. Well, eye for an eye, sweetheart.

„Shower,” I replied with a light shrug, walking in the bathroom and locking the door behind me so there won’t be any surprises in the fucking shower. I’ve had that once or twice, not all those times necessarily with MJ, but I knew what chicks were capable of when angry. They would tease me and then just up and leave. I didn’t need any of that right now.

After half an hour of focused jacking off and rinsing the shame away, I walked out with a towel around my hips and saw MJ wrapped herself in the whole comforter, put both pillows under her head and pretended that was a normal thing to do and she was feeling very comfortable. I shook my head with a smirk. Like I couldn’t use the guest bedroom.

I took some clean boxers from the wardrobe and put them on, going for the spare bedroom only to find out the doors were locked. Okay, now I got mad. I wasn’t gonna cover myself with a fucking curtain, since that was the only thing in arms reach and not hiding behind locked doors.

„MJ!” I yelled, stopping in the doorway of the bedroom.

„What...” She mumbled sleepily.

„Where’s the fucking key?” I shot her a glare. She raised her head from the pillows with a sleepy frown and then let it drop back, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

„You said you’re gonna have a good night’s sleep, so go and have a good night’s sleep.” Was she fucking mocking me? She knew I can’t sleep without a comforter or at least a sheet covering myself. Call me odd, but that was the truth. No matter how exhausted I’ll be, if there’s nothing to cover my lover half, I won’t fall asleep. That’s when an idea hit me.

I walked around the bed and took a good grip on the sheet underneath MJ’s cocoon. I don’t know what it was made of, at first I thought it’s plain cotton, but seeing how it didn’t as much as tear and kinda even resulted in MJ falling out of the bed because of the sudden movement underneath her, I really believed this is some next gen unbreakable shit. She was frowning and glaring in the same time, and don’t forget looking very much confused when I took the sheet and saluted her on my way out. „Good night sweetheart.”

I walked downstairs and laid down on the couch, Pinkly sleeping by my legs. I threw the sheet over myself. Now this was the life. Never thought this couch was so damn comfy.

I closed my eyes and slowly was starting to drift away, maybe I even fell asleep, but then happened what it seemed to be a toddler getting behind a drum set for the first time. I jumped up in a sitting position only to see MJ slamming the doors of cupboards and smirking at me. „Oh, sorry, did I wake you?” She asked innocently. „I was thirsty...” She walked to the fridge and took out a can of Monster. I watched her in clear disbelief as her fine ass passed me and walked back upstairs.

My dick was already up and ready for a fight. Come the fuck on. This thing what you’re requesting is completely out of the fucking question, now stay the fuck down.

I laid back, covering my eyes with my arm, since the sun was already rising outside and sneaking in through the windows. Tho, that didn’t keep me from falling asleep. And once again I was awakened. Only this time those weren’t cupboards and pots that felt like was hiting my head, no. It was something far more worse. Taylor Swift’s shitty love songs were blasting through the house and MJ not sung, but screamed along.

Is she fucking kidding me? If she thinks this will fucking turn me on and make me forget how she cock blocked me, then she has a serious another thing coming.

With a heavy sigh I took the white sheet and headed for the kitchen island where I saw my cigarettes for the last time. And guess what, they too were gone! She’s so fucking gonna get it... Right after I get my sleep, of course.

I slid the patio door open and walked outside, closing it behind me and taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. Conveniently enough an ashtray was right beside it and there was a half smoked cigarette in it. Wasn’t this just my lucky day. And it was still burning. Thank god for MJ’s strange habbit of smoking only a half in the morning and never actually putting out the smokes. I picked it up and puffed a couple of times until it was fully lit again.

The music got louder and somehow I had the feeling of something awful happening in the next seconds. „Brian?”

I looked back to see her leaning out of the window. „What?” I blew out a cloud of smoke.

„Did you leave without your keys?” She asked sweetly.

What the hell—oh no. She wouldn’t... would she? She wouldn’t actually lock me out of the house only in my fucking boxers because I refused to have sex with her... Now this would be a fucking fun morning if she really did that and fell asleep, forcing me to walk my way to Dice in my fucking underwear, since Red was the closest to us.

„MJ, don’t you fucking dare!” I warned.

„Are these your keys?” She twirled a key chain in her fingers and I swallowed thickly. „Good night, mister Haner.” And with that she closed the window and disappeared. I didn’t have to check if she had really locked the doors, since I knew she had.

I brushed my face angrily. Okay, maybe it was early enough to walk to Dice’s and nobody would actually see me... Yeah, who the hell was I kidding...

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