A Starless Existence {boyxboy}

Chapter 8

Kyree was awoken by something licking his cheek and hot breath on his face. He grimaced, a soft groan slipping out of his mouth as it curved into a smile.

"Amb, this is so not a sexy way to wake someone up," Kyree muttered groggily, rubbing his heavy eyes.

"As hilarious as it would be to wake you up this way, it's not me," Ambrose remarked from across the room, leaning in the doorway to the bedroom. Kyree opened his eyes slowly, then a melodic laugh trickled from his mouth.

"Endwin," Kyree beamed at the dark coloured animal sat on the bed in Ambrose's place, "you brought my dog here? What are you buttering me up for?" Kyree asked, ruffling the fur on Endwin's head as it rested on his lap. Ambrose smiled innocently, gazing around the room.

"What on earth would make you think that? I just thought you would like your dog up here with us," Kyree cocked an eyebrow, causing Ambrose to chuckle, "OK, I may have something I would like to talk to you about," Ambrose perched on the bed, stroking his hand up over Kyree's leg gingerly.

"What would you like to talk to me about then?" Kyree said after a few seconds of Ambrose merely staring at his hand resting on Kyree's thigh. Ambrose blinked a few times, rousing himself from whatever daydream he had drifted into.

"That dream you had, a few nights ago," Kyree sighed at the mention of that Goddamn nightmare, when it wasn't haunting him in his mind Ambrose was pestering him about it, "I was waiting until you opened up to me about it to tell you this, but at this rate I don't think I would get to tell you this century," Ambrose paused for a second, simpering when he noticed Kyree still staring at him, "I had the same dream."
"What? What are you talking about?" Kyree sat up, far more intrigued by Ambrose's little confession than he thought he would be.

"I woke up seconds before you. I had the same dream. I know exactly what it was. I wanted to make sure before I told you but you refused to open up," Kyree frowned, deep in thought.

"I've never heard of anything like this before, you're sure it was my dream? How do you even know if you don't know what my dream was?" Ambrose expected denial, he had been focused on the stupid nightmare for days.

"It's difficult to explain. I wasn't in a body in the dream, more like in spirit. I followed you, just watching. But I woke up just before I could see his face, who was it, Ky? Who was hanging?" Kyree grimaced, the image from that nightmare truly would be burnt into his brain for the rest of eternity, "was it Alexander?"

"No," Kyree said softly, locking his worried gaze with Ambrose's, "it was you," shocked, Ambrose was silent, his eyes a little wider than before, "I need to take Endwin for a walk, do you want to join me?" Kyree asked as he rose to his feet, his muscles rippling as he stretched his arms above his head.

"Yeah, sure," Ambrose said, but his voice was distant. Kyree bent down in front of him, caressing his cheek with his thumb.

"Hey," Kyree coaxed Ambrose to look at him with his beautiful grey-blue eyes, "whatever this is, whatever is going on between us, we're gonna figure this out, OK?" Ambrose nodded weakly, yet Kyree was not satisfied, "Amb, we're OK. This shit isn't normal but neither of us are dying, OK? We're gonna be fine," when Ambrose's lips finally curved into a small smile, Kyree stood, pressing a chaste kiss on Ambrose's forehead along the way. Kyree threw on a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, not bothering to collect a jacket on his way out with it being relatively tepid outside.

With one hand clasped in Ambrose's and the other holding Endwin's leash, Kyree led the way to a nearby park. For some reason, the fact that he had shared a dream with Ambrose didn't affect him as much as really it should have. Then again, sharing a dream was much less daunting than what he had been through in his life.