Ravenswood IX: Swan Song

1. EASY STREET DREAM

Water, I kept hearing water. Torrents of it, gushing around me. And somewhere behind that the wind wailed as though I was standing in a storm. It was raining. I blinked and I was somewhere else, somewhere unfamiliar. It was a bathroom. I looked up and saw two men in the shower. Fucking. Water flowed down on them making their bodies glisten in the glow of the lighted candles scattered in the room. One was holding the other from behind, burly arms wrapping around the other one's hard body like slick tentacles, a hand moving down to grope a tremendous hardon protruding from trimmed pubes and twitching wantonly.

"Baise moi," the man in front said huskily. It was Sam. Sam Preston and Philip Vaughn. I was in their apartment, in their bathroom, watching them make love. Couldn't they see me standing right there?

Sam reached out with an arm for Philip's head, clutching desperately at his wet hair. Philip buried his face on Sam’s neck and moved in to tongue his ear. I couldn't see from where I stood but by Sam's look of blissful agony and the way his body trembled with sweet spasms, it was no coin toss that he was feeling Philip's rod breach him from behind. Philip moaned into Sam's ear, in between playful bites of the lobe. One of his hands clasped Sam's nipple while the other churned his lover's turgid tool with deft turns of his wrist. Sam let out a low growl as Philip's thrusting pelvis gathered momentum in their brutal yet obviously gratifying assault.

Without realizing it, I had reached into my robe and seized my throbbing cock. I jacked it in time with the writhing of their two bodies moving as one within the mists of water and steam. Their muscular bodies jerked together at a more frantic pace amidst a cacophony of their pleasure - a duet of urgent moans and skin slapping against skin. As Sam neared his climax, I saw him open his eyes and for a second I could've sworn he saw me and smiled. But when I blinked, they were gone. Or was I the one who was gone?

I looked around me and saw that I was back in the apartment in Faubourg Marigny. The real one. Rather the one where there was no Ravenswood. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. My head was spinning at the center of a booming sound. I realized it was the thunder from outside amplified by the pounding in my head. I didn't understand what was happening to me. Before I showed up at Sam and Philip's, I recalled being in my Ravenswood apartment with a sleeping stranger in my bed and another man who seemed to have the answers to what was going on. Oddly, I was still wearing the robe from my dream world. Usually, I just picked up exactly where I was the last time. I seemed to remember being in a shirt and jeans when I was here previously, working on my book. I staggered for the medicine cabinet to get some Motrin. As I reached the for the bottle, excruciating pain surged through my head. When I felt it subside, I was somewhere else. Again.

Someone's bedroom. I was in someone else's bedroom. I saw two bodies on the bed. Two heavily muscled men. I stepped closer to find Patrick Cavanaugh and Dean Graham, the two detectives from NOPD who had just recently started living together. I was back in Ravenswood. But what was I doing in