Killian's Moon

Hey guys, recently I was able to take part in a gay romance event. A person will find a picture, post it in an album and tell you what they want the story to be about, well, here was my interpretation! I hope you enjoy, and if you like it, go ahead and join the group, they have awesome events, and even more stories in this event!

The holovision stops chirping and I sigh with relief, trying to relax back into sleep. When I wake up I must remember to change the settings to not let correspondences through so early.

“Taven, I see you.” I haven’t heard Killian’s voice in two years, outside of dreams. Dreams where he doesn’t turn into a shiftless vagabond whenever we start getting close. But that isn’t like Killian; he likes to travel, and he likes to run when things start getting too real. Content that the dream is claiming me again, I relax back into the warm embrace of my bed imagining Killian wrapping me in his loving embrace, where there will be more than sex this time.

The holovision chirps again and I growl in protest.

“Go away,” I mutter to myself.

“No,” comes the voice again. I start coming to myself, realizing the voice is within my home, and talking to me. That’s impossible.

“What has you so excited, Taven?” he asks. “Your sheets are tenting up pretty good.”

And I am getting excited. The timbre of the voice brings back memories of trysts under the stars and it’s almost like I can feel Killian moving inside of me in this half-sleeping state I’m in.

“Oh, for the love of God, wake up!” he insists.

I roll over with a moan to look at the incoming correspondence and smile when I see the familiar holographic face of Killian floating above the holovision.

“Hey there, sunshine!” The three-dimensional face smiles at me.

“What! Killian, what are you doing invading my holo?” I yelp, balling the blankets in my lap so he can’t see my rising excitement.

“Too late, I’ve already seen it. And if you remember correctly, I’m one of the few people you programmed into your holo to have unapproved access. I can pop in on you anytime I want. Maybe I even watch you sleep!” His eyebrows knit together and he takes on a creepy look. “Wouldn’t that be something?” [Read More Here. . . .]