Canadian Nights: The Story of the Nightmare and What Happened After Waking Chapter 3 by Mo
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"Scott?"
"Yes. Scott, here. Oh, Logan, is that you?"
"Yeah. Did I wake you up?"
"No. I had to get up anyway to answer the phone."
"Very funny. Do you want to go back to sleep?"
"No. Just give me a minute to clear my head. I'm a little disoriented now that the adrenaline has stopped pumping. I was grabbing my visor. And a uniform. As well as the phone. You know how it is - calls in the middle of the night... Umm, I'm a little tangled up. Hang on a second... Okay, that's better."
"What happened?"
"Oh, I stopped trying to get dressed when I realized it was you, and turned around and sat down. But then I got the cord mixed in with the uniform. Just got messed up switching from Hero Mode to Sleepy Guy Mode. But I've switched phones. And I'm back in bed. How are you?"
"I'm okay. Just wanted to hear your voice."
"You sound a little shaky. Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"So, what's left of the room you're in?"
"Not too much. I've got to do something about this before there isn't a motel in North America that will let me in the door."
"Is 'Ro in the next room? Can you get her to wake you up when you start? She could call your room or rap on the wall or something. She doesn't have to come in there."
"She must be the world's soundest sleeper. Sometimes there's an irate guy on the other side knocking on the wall, waking me up, but never 'Ro. She just emerges in the morning, looking disgustingly well-rested. She keeps trying to get me to take some herbal remedy she thinks will help me sleep more peacefully, but I can't bear to try that shit."
"Maybe you should, Logan. 'Ro knows what she's talking about with that stuff. She's a little closer to nature than most of us. Give it a try, huh?"
"You telling me to get off the phone and go take the herbs?"
"No, Logan, I'm not. Not at all. I want to talk to you. Really. I'm telling you that I think you should talk to 'Ro tomorrow about the herbs, give them a try. So, where are you now?"
"Desk chair."
"There's a phone by the bed, right? Motels always have a phone by the bed. Get back into bed. We'll be in bed together."
"Okay, Cyclops. We're in bed together. Not exactly like some of my fonder memories of being in bed with you, but I'll take what I can get. So, you awake now?"
"Yeah. I'm fine now. Hey, I was dreaming, too. But it was a good one, mostly. And pretty true to life. Picking you up in a bar, like that time I found you in Medicine Hat. You not having any idea who I was, but I sure knew you. Missed you so much; glad to see you finally. Excited, but also sad that you didn't remember me. It was all there in the dream, just like I felt it when it happened. Even touching you accidentally on purpose and being scared about how you would react.
"Oh, only in the dream it was a different place. Definitely not in Medicine Hat - much more urban and sophisticated. Maybe some place in the City. Oh, and I was wearing my uniform and visor. Dreams can be so strange. Can you imagine me walking into a bar in uniform? But in the dream not only did nobody notice, it didn't even feel strange. And you didn't ask me about it or anything."
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's not totally unrealistic. There are bars where you'd fit in in black leather. Or so I've heard. So, what happened next? Did I fuck you right then and there, like I wanted to? Or go back to the motel with you, like we did in real life?"
"You took me back to your room. Oh - that's different. Yeah, in the dream you were the one who had a room. You still had my motorcycle. I still pretended to think it was yours and asked you if I could drive. I could feel you pressed against me on the way there. So, we had gotten in the room and you had me up against the wall. We were kissing and you were starting to take my uniform off when the phone rang. In the motel room in the dream. In my room here in real life. So, that was my dream. Do you want to tell me yours, Logan?"
"I don't know if I can. I'm not sure I remember it all. It was kind of fragmented. Part of it was the surgery - that always seems to be part of it. And part was being attacked by wolves. All these wolves, just coming at me. Killing them all. Blood and fur all over the place. And I was really feeling sorry for the wolves, sorrier than I've felt for lots of people I've killed. They were just being wolves, for fuck's sake. I didn't want to have to kill them. Oh, and it was really cold. So cold. I felt like I'd never get warm again. I was out in the snow and I didn't have any clothes or anything. Like they wanted me totally unprotected. Or maybe just to make me more like an animal myself, so they didn't have to think about doing this to a person. And there were these dead wolves that were the only warm things around, so I kind ofhuddled up with their bodies. And someone said 'Let him inside. It's fifteen below out there and he's naked.' And then another voice - The Doctor's - saying 'No. He can come inside in the morning. It'll toughen him up to spend the night out there.' I think that part happened, Scott. Sometimes on a really cold day I shiver and then I hear him saying that."
"Oh, Logan. I'm sorry. God, I hate what they did to you."
"Yeah, you and me both, bub. Look, you can go back to sleep if you want. I'm okay now."
"I don't want to go back to sleep. I'm glad to talk to you. I wish I were with you, though. I hate what these nightmares do to you, you know. But I do love trying to make you forget them."
"Nobody can make me forget like you. Really."
"So, who's been trying to make you forget?"
"No one. Not since I left you. Would you mind if someone did?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I want to know."
"Well, I don't know, Logan. I mean, I want to be with you. If you tell me you're fucking someone else, I'm going to be envious, anyway. Going to wish that it were me there with you. But would I be jealous, too? Would I feel like I don't want you to touch anybody else? I really don't know. I certainly don't have any right to feel that way about you. I don't have any claim on you. You've never made any kind of commitment to me. And I'm not exactly free and clear myself - Jean and I are still trying to figure out where our relationship is going. As your friend I should be happy if you were managing to find some distraction from the nightmares. I know youfind that sex helps, so it would be a good thing if you were getting some. But how we feel and how we should feel are often two different things. So I'm back to 'I don't know'. I certainly don't ask that you wait for me. I do ask that you tell me the truth, though. Let me know if there's somebody else - let me see how I feel. And I realize I'm kind of on shaky ground making a request like that. I haven't exactly been a model of probity in my own sex life."
"I'd tell you, Scott. I'll let you see how you feel about it."
"Thanks."
"So, Scott... You still in bed?"
"Mm hmm."
"What are you wearing?"
"Boxers and a t-shirt. How about you?"
"Nothing."
"I like that mental picture. So, Logan, we're lying in bed together. You're sitting up? Lie down now. Okay? Now, we're lying down together. I've got my arms around you. I'm stroking your back, gently. That helps, right? That makes you feel better, doesn't it? Feel me, Logan, get rid of the dream. It's warm and we're together. No wolves, no snow. Just you and me in bed. 'Safe from the frost and the snow; safe from the storm and the sun.' I'm holding you, Logan, holding you safe. Now I'm kissing you - on the cheek, feeling that rough stubble. On the neck. On your mouth. I've got my hands on the back of your head now, got my fingers in your hair. Can you feel me against you? Can you feel my hands in your hair? Can you feel my mouth on yours?"
"Yeah, Scott. I can feel it. It feels good. Keep going."
"Okay. Take my hand - one of my hands - off your head. That's right. Put it on your dick, Logan. Let me feel it getting big in my hand. Use your own hand, Logan. Let it be mine for a minute. That's right. Those are my fingers wrapped around you. That's my hand moving up and down. You can feel it. You can feel me. Keep going. Okay, now tell me what you want."
"I want to fuck you, Scott. I want you to lie face down - what do you say? prone? - on my bed and I want to stick it in you. Okay?"
"More than okay, Logan. I'm getting the lube out of the drawer now. I'm not turning over yet because I want to watch it going on you, want to put it on you. I'm spreading it all over your cock, making you all slick and slippery. Okay, you're ready. Now I'm turning over. Get me ready now, Logan. Stick a slick finger into me. Yeah, that's right. Oh, yes. That's a good spot. Do that some more. I like that. A lot. Okay, now another finger. Mm hmm. I love your hands, Logan. Open me up. That's right. I'm ready now, Logan. You can lie on top of me. Stick it in me. Yes, all the way. That's right. So deep. Good. Real good. Just stay still for a minute, okay? I just want to feel you on top of me, all over me and in me before you really start.
"Okay now. You can start moving. That's right - in and out. Oh, I love those long slow strokes of yours. You hit just the right places with them. And I can feel you all over me. That's right. Keep using your hand, Logan. Pretend it's me. You're inside me. You're pushing in and pulling out. Faster now. Harder. I like it hard. I like how you fuck me. I love it. You're so good. More, Logan. Harder. Faster. Come for me. You can do it. You're almost there. I can hear it in the sounds you're making. A little bit harder. A little bit faster. Yes... Yeah, that's it. That's what I like to hear. Okay... Feel better?"
"Yeah. I'm feeling fine. Thanks, Scheherazade. It was a good story."
"I get to live another night?"
"Oh, yeah. Good night, Scott."
"Good night, Logan. Keep in touch. Send me some email."
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