For Sarah
rated NC-17
The darkly handsome men strolled leisurely toward their cars. Even at 4 a.m. the humidity was stifling and flashes of lightning split the sky in the distance. The silence between them was thicker than the air. They fumbled with their keys, neither one able to successfully open their vehicle, and finally the tall one spoke.
"That was ... um, different."
"Different?" the other cackled. "Yeah, Kev, you could say that."
Kevin cringed, once again he'd uttered what passed for the understatement of the year. Better to have remained silent. "You think he's really ok with this? I mean ..."
"Yeah, I do. After all, it was *his* idea." Silently he thought back to what they'd just experienced. "I'm more worried about *her*" he added softly.
"Shit. Yeah. She didn't ask for any of this. Howie-"
"Howie set the whole thing up. I don't know man, I just hope we haven't screwed ourselves out of a good friendship."
"Interesting choice of words, AJ," he said wryly. "Howie's the only one that got screwed tonight."
"You got that right. Damn."
"Well ... you going home?"
AJ snorted. "To what, my dogs?"
Kevin was silent for some time before speaking. "This isn't right."
"What? No way, you're not going back in there-"
"I'm worried, man. Sarah's not the type to have ever thought up something like what we did tonight."
"It was *her* dream, Kev."
"That's just it. It was a DREAM. I don't think she'd have ever acted on it. You saw how skittish she was backstage before the show, she could barely look us in the eye. Haven't you ever had erotic dreams about other people before?"
"Hell yeah ..." he grinned.
"You're a pig, AJ. You know what I mean. It's like when we were kids and had sexy dreams about our best friend's sister..."
"Oh."
"Exactly. It's a hot dream, but not something you necessarily want to share with someone. Howie said it, he said she had no idea he was even aware of the dream."
"We fucked up, huh?"
Sighing, Kevin said, "Maybe not. But I won't be able to sleep until I find out." Pocketing his keys, he turned back toward the club.
"Right behind you, bro."