For Jen-san
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Jim blinked and re-entered reality. He knew immediately that he hadn't zoned, but he wasn't sure quite *what* had happened. Some kind of blackout. He hadn't blacked out in ages.

He blinked again and took stock of the situation. Flat on his back, with his legs up in the air. No, hooked over Sandburg's shoulders.

Sandburg's shoulders? What the hell?

And why were he and Sandburg both naked?

"Sandburg, what are you doing?"

"I'm fucking you, what does it look like I'm doing?"

"Oh." Well, that answered the naked question, at least. Now the question was whether or not this was some sort of bizarre dream, or what.

"*Oh*?"

"Well, um, did I say you could do that?"

"Sure did, Jim."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Look, could we have this conversation sometime when I'm not trying to come?" That sure sounded like Sandburg, Jim thought. If I'd ever imagined what Sandburg sounded like when he was trying to have a conversation and an orgasm at the same time, which I'm reasonably certain I didn't imagine.

And it sure *feels* like Sandburg. Except for the cock up my ass, because I've never felt Sandburg's cock. Which, frankly, feels rather nice.

It occurred to him that he'd let the conversation lapse, and there was a fairly important issue at stake here. "But I did say you could?"

"Enthusiastically."

"Oh."

"Now shut UP." Sandburg sounded pissed, Jim thought absently, fiddling with his touch dial a little so that he could feel Sandburg's cock a bit better. Now, what was he talking about a minute ago? Oh, yes. "Sandburg?"

"WHAT?!?"

"I think I, um, sort of repressed the giving-my-consent part of the
evening."

Well, Jim thought, that was probably the wrong thing to say, seeing as how he's now stopped moving. And how what he was doing before felt pretty good.

"Jim, let me get this straight. Are you saying you don't want this?"

"Um."

"Are you telling me I'm raping you right now?"

"Sandburg?"

"Answer me."

"Do you think you could, um, keep going? I was kind of getting into it." He wriggled a little, trying to get Sandburg to move. Sandburg, however, remained stubbornly still.

"So I'm not raping you."

"No. I mean, you wouldn't. And anyway, I would have consented."

"Right. So I can keep fucking you."

"Well, yeah." Jim thought that was obvious, but sometimes Sandburg needed stuff spelled out for him. He wriggled again, just in case Sandburg was especially dense today.

"Good."

Much better, Jim thought, as Sandburg started to thrust into him again. Much, much--

Jim blinked and re-entered reality. He knew immediately that he hadn't zoned, but he wasn't sure quite *what* had happened. Some kind of blackout...

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