Daydreaming (Oneshot) Brydon/Toryn slash

[dysonrules]

I blame franalan for this. LOL! Okay, I've wanted to do it, anyway. These are the characters from my original novel, so this is obviously AU. It was fun, though.

Daydreaming

Brydon woke slowly, still wrapped in the tendrils of a lovely dream, all wet skin and hot fingers. He sighed as he became aware of what had awakened him—a pointy rock digging into the small of his back. He fished it out with his fingers and tossed it aside, though his mind was only partially on the movement of his hands.

The dream still held him; he could almost feel fingers tweaking his nipples, sliding down over his abdomen, grazing the head of his cock and moving lower to cup his balls. He moaned and reached down to mimic the motion, touching himself through lightly through his buckskin trousers.

Brydon, he heard in his mind, a bare whisper.

It jolted him into absolute wakefulness and he sat up with a gasp. Toryn?

He sent his mind along their link, tentatively, not wanting to alert the Redolian to his presence. He slowly took in Toryn’s surroundings. He was in the stream—they had stopped to rest during the heat of midday after finding a spot with tall shade trees, grass for the horses, and a small stream that had created a deep pool perfect for swimming.

Brydon had thrown himself onto the ground for a nap and Toryn had wandered off. To the pool, apparently. And now he was… touching himself. With Brydon in mind. It was a shock, to say the least. Toryn had always made eyes at every girl they met, with the exception of Verana and Sellaris. Brydon would never have guessed that the Redolian had inclinations toward men at all.

Rather than sickening him, Brydon found himself somewhat fascinated, especially now that he was present in Toryn’s mind, while Toryn imagined his hands reaching out and grasping his cock to stroke up its length and then down again.

Brydon swallowed hard. His cock, already half-engorged, swelled until it strained against his restrictive clothing. He felt like a horrible voyeur, but he could not seem to pull away, snared by Toryn’s fantasy. One of Toryn’s hand stroked and pulled at his testicles and Brydon frantically tore his own trousers open to mimic the action. The first touch of his hand against his flesh was exquisite.

Toryn was stroking harder now, pulling his cock with hurried movements while imagining—oh, dear Adona, while imagining Brydon’s mouth sucking and licking at him.

Brydon nearly came right then. He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked until Toryn’s mental voice became a salacious litany in his head, Brydon, oh, yes, yes, Brydon.

It was too much. Brydon arched his back and came, spurting fluid onto his abdomen and open trousers. At the same moment, he became aware of Toryn’s climax, which only added to his own. Their pleasure mingled and warped into something almost surreal. Brydon nearly cried out with the intensity of it.

As the quivers rocked through him, going on and on, he suddenly felt a sharp query piece through the pleasure.

Brydon?

(Yeah, it will have to be continued.  LOL!)