Fantasy

That one crystal clear moment played over and over in Zayne's mind's eye. That moment when his body had become Michael's as much as the rest of his soul always had been; that moment that had taken place in this same bed. He laid back, taking in the smell of Michael that still lingered in the sheets. He closed his eyes, concentrating only on immersing himself in the vision again: Michael Over him, Michael inside him... The thoughts awakened his body, begging to replay the moment not just in his head. his hand slid down his stomach, trying to imitate the feel of Michael's, but it was no use. His hands ran further, dipping into the waist of his jeans.
Michael wasn't here. He had the room to himself.
His hand slid lower, gripping his growing erection. Maybe he could call to Michael. Maybe if he did, Michael would come back and show him that pleasure all over again. He imagined it: Michael holding him down to the bed again, spreading his legs... His legs spread on their own, somehow his jeans were already lowered on his hips. His hardened cock fully visible to anyone who'd enter.
The fantasy changed.
Michael opened the door, his dominant smirk already playing across perfect lips. His voice rolled velvet across the room, telling Zayne what a dirty boy he was, and how much better Michael himself could make it feel. Fast-forward.
Michael's mouth on his neck. The imagined feeling made Zayne's head fall back against the sheets. The ghost of a hand on his waist made his boy arch up into the empty room. His hand moved faster, stroking himself to the pulse of his fantasy Michael's thrusting.
He moaned out loud, arching up again with his lover's name on his lips, ragged and passionate.
Then, there was something else, something tangible in the room. He could feel eyes on him; and it only turned him on more. He moaned Michael's name louder, not thinking for a moment about the consequences. He wanted them to know, whoever it was, exactly who he was thinking about; who owned him so completely...
He cried out, cumming into his own hand and across his chest.
He lay there panting, complex ideas like consequences and embarrassment slowly coming back to him. He lifted his head, almost scared to see what would be there. He felt the heat rise to his face.
Michael stood, leaning against the doorframe with a seductive smile pulling at his lips.
"Good pet."