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There’s a dream he has.
Susie splayed out on a bed, and Sidney next to her. Both equally bare, half-lying on their stomachs, their faces close together – almost as if they are about to kiss… but they turn their heads towards him, smiling, teasing, and it’s all for him.
It’s all for him.
Sidney was not always there. Back then, the dreams were nightmares (he’s had them for longer than he cares to admit). A pure nightmare, that he would hurt Susie, that he would take advantage… but Sidney’s presence diffuses the ugly parts. He is a witness. He turns things easy and playful. He legitimises.
He’s there for J.J., of course – it’s all for him. But perhaps he could be for Susie as well. A confidant, a playmate to hold her hand while J.J. takes his pleasure. She could kiss him, if she wants to. As long as Sidney doesn’t kiss her, it’s fine.
Alternating between them, his mighty hands take whatever he wants, and his lust-filled hips find their harbour wherever he wants.
He wakes, aching hard or already softening. He feels like he’s been shot.