Mr. Sandman Who: Adam and James What: Awkward dreams are so totally awkward Where: ... Dreamland? When: August 4th, @ night Warnings: The goal is for smut. At least it is for me.
James had gotten rid of a lot of his things during the past ten years. Traveling would do that to a person; you realize what is essential to your life and what is not. So upon moving into Pax he only had the essentials. Nice, decent furniture. A nice collection of liquor bottles and a portable bar of sorts. Track supplies, although he didn't partake in the sport on a serious level he still enjoyed running and doing field activities, and then his more secretive stash of belongings. The CD collection and books he loved were neatly piled under his bed. No one would know about them unless they looked and really, why would anyone be looking around under his bed? If he had anyone in his room he would probably have them too distracted to be nosey.
But after checking in with Alex and unpacking the last box of books, James figured he'd go to bed early. Why not? He had a couple of days off before getting into the swing of things with his job and was tired. He didn't know anyone other than Alex and he wanted to be well rested before he made his rounds and got people to know him. He had been at this apartment for nearly a week and he was beginning to feel the need to have the typical following he was used to.
Slipping off his clothing he climbed into bed and quickly felt sleep pulling him away from the present world and into the strange realms of his mind. Almost immediately he began to dream, of colder climates with snow and ice, and a familiar face from his past that made his heart jump and quiver.