"Sweet Dreams"

The date had gone well. Jason enjoyed the feast Robbie had prepared, but a couple of glasses of cheap red and Jason went out like a light. Robbie watched him snooze a while, his broad shoulder rising slightly as he took in each breath. How did I get so lucky?

Robbie had several boyfriends over the years. High school boys were hard to find when he first came out his junior year, but the college scene was more tolerant and more guys were brave enough to come out. 

Jason was the dream catch—a friend of a friend that he met at a Halloween party. Robbie showed up dressed as Frank N. Furter, fishnets and all.  Jason came as the Dread Pirate Roberts with a drawn-on mustache. 

Jason had never been flamboyant. Robbie liked that about him. He was just a regular kind of guy who would kill a spider for you in the middle of the night, and—for some reason—accepted Robbie despite all of his crazy flaws. 

Robbie sat in bed listening to Jason sleep and pondered over what this was. Was it love? Would this last? Would they get married, have a family? Robbie found himself unable to sleep but was still dreaming. 

He sighed then reached over and grabbed his laptop. Might as well finish this term paper while I’m up. The clock ticked away the hours.

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Jason rolled over and rubbed his eyes. Robbie slept but was propped against the headboard with his laptop open on his stomach. Jason smiled. How did I get so lucky? He reached over, closed the computer, and placed it on the floor. He hovered, just for a moment over Robbie. 

Robbie seemed to be the perfect guy for him—quirky and funny, but intellectual and caring. Not to mention he was a fabulous cook. Where was this relationship going? Was this love?

Graduation was just around the corner. Soon they’d each be off to start their separate careers. But maybe, just maybe, this would last. God only knows.


Jason lay back down and pulled the cover over them both. He closed his eyes ready to return to his dreams. The clock ticked away the hours.


Another short that I wrote based on a picture prompt for my writing group. It was the week's favorite as voted by the other writers. I wanted to express how love sometimes happens. This time it just happened to be these two characters. I hope you find love in whoever makes you happy. (Originally Posted March 29, 2016)

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