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Jim has a handful of recurring dreams while traveling aboard the R.L.S. Legacy.
For example:
The first dream that Jim keeps having starts right near the beginning of their voyage. He’s out in the Etherium, surfing the stars with his old skiff, feeling the solar winds and the warmth of far-off suns. Then, all of a sudden, the skiff under his feet begins to yield, going gooey and translucent. With horror, he realizes the skiff is Morph, who giggles and flies off, leaving Jim to fall, fall, fall down through the etherium ocean with no anchor, no tether, no one around to save him.
In the vast empty space, there is only one sound: Silver’s laughter, rough and unfamiliar. Jim tries to look around, to find him, but sees nothing but the stars. He’s tossed through indigo-violet currents, feels their soft, dense chill seep into his bones and rock him this way, that way, then down again, closer to the empty, airless place that will suffocate him.
The second dream is… different.
In part, it’s a memory. Jim in the galley, back aching, as he wakes up to realize he’s fallen asleep holding a huge pot. His hands are numb and cold, but there’s something warm on his back: Silver’s coat.
In reality, Jim had stared at the coat in wonder, daring to let his hands feel the smooth, dark material, before becoming self-conscious. He’d hurried to hang the coat up somewhere in the kitchen, where Silver would find it again. Neither of them mentioned the incident.
But in his dream, Jim lingers too long, closing his eyes and taking in the warmth, the heady smell of Silver.
Then, all of a sudden, the coat is wrapping around Jim, its sleeves constricting him. Jim gasps and falls off the barrel he was sitting on, but the ground beneath him isn’t hard. The coat protects him, even as it covers every inch of his body, first his legs, then his head. In the darkness, secured in totality by Silver’s coat, Jim feels both terror and…
Something else. But he always wakes up before he can tell what it is.
The third dream is. Well.
It starts in a vague way. Jim screws something up, though he can never remember what, specifically, he did wrong. It’s bad enough to make Silver angry, though, mad enough that he scolds Jim and drags him down into the galley for immediate punishment.
They go somewhere that isn’t the kitchen, but isn’t anywhere else Jim is familiar with. Some made-up, dark space where it feels like no one else could find them. It makes Jim feel terribly frightened, but excited, too - because he’s come to realize lately how much he likes being alone with Silver. When they took one of the longboats out into the Etherium together, Silver had let him control the vessel, and it was some of the most fun Jim has had in ages. He remembers Silver’s boisterous laughter, the way it made his stomach tremble, and how it felt to have his arm tossed over Jim’s shoulders once they’d come back to the Legacy.
The fond memories flit by faster than the wink of a dying star, and all at once Jim is back in the damp and dark, and he’s being bent over Silver’s knee. Jim struggles, too startled and confused to do anything else, but Silver is so much bigger than he is. With his cybernetic arm, Silver presses Jim’s back down against his thighs, keeping the teen more secure. And then, with his other arm, Jim feels Silver pull his pants down.
When Silver hits him, Jim feels it, feels it so deeply he can’t believe it’s not real when he wakes up. The spanking goes on for so long he’s sure, if it were real, he wouldn’t have enough of an ass to sit on afterwards. It hurts; Silver’s hand his thick and broad and unrelenting, raining blows down on Jim’s backside until the skin goes hot and red and prickles constantly, even when it’s not being touched. At some point, Jim starts crying, completely defenseless and frightened and hopelessly, humiliatingly aroused.
Is it the worst part or the best part, when Silver finally notices what he’s done to Jim? When he stops spanking Jim just long enough to see the slickness crawling down the boy’s thighs? He says something in that voice of his, but Jim never remembers, only knows it’s something like a taunt, or a tease. And then two of Silver’s thick, rough fingers are being shoved into Jim’s cunt and it’s so overwhelming he wakes up.
(It pisses him off; in his opinion, he always wakes up much too soon.)
(The fourth dream comes after everything else, and mainly consists of Jim and Silver making out passionately on Nathaniel Flint’s old ship, surrounded by mountains of treasure they managed to successfully steal before everything went to hell. This is, somehow, significantly more embarrassing than the spanking one.)