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Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: The Move (RPS)
Starring: Jeff Lynne, Roy Wood
Pairings: Jeff/Roy
Word Count: 1,380
Prompt: 022 – Honey Dust (Kink Table) for [livejournal.com profile] citrus_taste (Table)
Warnings: drug use, smut, hallucinations etc.
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. Not true in any way shape or form. ‘Night of Fear’ lyrics belong to The Move.
Author’s Notes: …I first read Honey Dust as a reference to acid/psychedelic drugs and wrote this fic based on that assumption before learning Honey Dust was actually edible body powder. Sorry. XD
Summary: Written while listening to too much Prodigy and Idle Race songs, Roy coaxes Jeff into dropping some acid with him, and the experience isn’t one he’ll forget in a hurry. Set early 1970; Jeff’s POV.


Sweet Dreams
When I looked back on it, I was never quite sure if I regretted that night as much as I felt I should. Sure, Roy had been high on whatever it was he’d taken – I made a point of not asking, though I assumed it was acid. Still, the night had been strange and surreal and warm and, surprising enough, actually quite pleasant.

I was slumped on the sofa, looking up at Roy as he straddled me. The house was empty. The only light came from a tatty lamp on a side table and the ceiling light, which was flickering as it tried to give them constant light as the bulb was dying.

The light hardly mattered as Roy was blocking out all the light anyway, bathing me in shadow. Roy was whispering. He held something in his hand, though I couldn’t see what it was. I made an educated guess at any rate.

“Y’should try it, Jeff. Shows you the world. So big…” His voice faded and his eyes widened in wonder. “You’n’me, just this once, I promise.”

I gazed at the small red tablets in his hand. I can’t even remember why I said yes. I suppose it seemed like a good idea at the time. But then we were kissing and I didn’t really care. Curled up beside me, he whispered to me and sung fragments of songs we’d written and we counted how many times the light flickered on and off as he tapped the rhythm on my thigh.

Some time later, he murmured that there were shadows on the walls. The more he described them, the more I could see them too. He ran a finger down my cheek and kissed me. I brought him into my arms, and there was a strange surge of power in my body. It felt like we were floating down a river. The sofa was undulating beneath me like waves, and Roy just kept kissing me.

He’d turned into a bear when I looked at him next. He scratched at one of his ears and nudged my neck with his snout. I wasn’t sure why it didn’t feel weird. It didn’t appear to matter. Our bodies were melting together, and warmth spread all over my body, as if fighting against the dark chill the rest of the room had acquired.

“Shh, they might hear us, wolfie,” he whispered as I went to speak.

I sunk into his kiss, sucking air from his lungs. He had a hand clutching my wrist tightly; his other hand was sliding down my chest. His touch felt strange. I didn’t think he was touching my body. The only explanation my brain could think of was that I’d died and I was a ghost. My stomach turned and I clung to Roy, trying to hold onto life. I had to stop myself floating away.

Time might’ve passed. I wasn’t sure it had. I felt like we were separate from time, while this world of shadow dancers, soldiers and bright lights sped past us. I lay there, unwilling to move. Roy was still pinning me down, his huge bear form trapping me. I wasn’t afraid though; he was big and warm and hairy and I felt safe with him near me.

“The light’s playing music,” I murmured, listening to the deep throbbing sound it was making as it flickered off and on, and the eerie howling that was circulating around the room.

“Not the light, it’s the shadows. Can’t let them get us,” Roy said, and his voice hissed into my ear.

I wasn’t sure he was right. The sun was rising through one of the windows, and the bright orange light was streaming in. I silently begged it to chase the shadows away. I breathed a sigh of relief as the sun complied and the walls melted away, taking the evil shadows with them.

The river returned, and we floated away through the jungle. There were fireworks in the bright blue sky. Roy had shifted beside me, and his paw on my chest was heavy but comforting. Able to look down at my body, I finally realised why he’d called me wolfie. He whispered in my ear and kept stroking me with his paw; it was a very strange sensation, and the feel of his fur on my naked skin kept making me shiver.

I gazed over to one side of the river and watched some sparkling birds flying by. Their calls hurt my ears. There was a rush of heat and the sun brightened once more before fading into shadow as it was hidden behind a cloud. I shivered again.

“Can you see the dinosaurs? Big long necked things, like fuckin’ elephants or something, ‘cept the wrong way round,” Roy said. He laughed as he looked up at the sky.

“Wrong way round? What, are they floating upside down or something?” I said, laughing at the image of upside down elephants dancing across the ceiling.

“Them bronto-whatsits, with the long necks. Mutant giraffes or something,” Roy said.

“Nah, see, now all I’m seeing are elephants with giraffe necks in tutus,” I said.

“Makes about as much sense as what I’m seeing,” Roy said. “Come here, wolfie, I need you.”

Shifting on top of him was difficult, but somehow I managed. He seemed smaller and more human like now that I was lying on top of him. The sofa had become warm soft dirt. The darkness radiated around us. The sex felt strangely freeing, as if the more we did it, the lighter I felt. He held onto my arms, and I heard him murmuring about feeling like he was falling, so I held him tighter and tried to stop him falling.

There was light and heat and the ground firmed beneath us. I growled, deep in my throat, and I bit his shoulder hard, holding on as my body was flooded with pleasure.

“W-Wolfie, please, it-”

I could hear howling around me, and the walls returned, closing in on us as the shadows returned. Roy whispered that the sky was falling, and we held each other close as if we were about to be crushed. His paws were heavy on my back, and I whispered and sung to him as I tried to calm him. I kissed him, and my fingers tangled in his hair.

I could feel my heart beating loudly in my ears, the ceiling sounded like it was cracking and about to fall in, and all I could do was bury my head under my arms and pray it didn’t hurt me. When I looked up, the walls were marching forward, closing in on us. I didn’t remember anything else apart from darkness.

My next memory is waking up underneath a rug on the ground. My head hurt, the remnants of strange dreams floated through my mind, and there were pinpricks of coloured light sparkling in my vision. I couldn’t see Roy anywhere. I managed to get up and wandered through the house. I found him curled up asleep in the corner of his bedroom. I had dragged the rug with me and pulled it over the two of us as I sat down beside him.

“What’re you doing up here?” I murmured, curling up beside him. He shifted as I spoke.

“The shadows, man, the shadows. I left you to run with the wolves,” Roy murmured, half asleep.

“What wolves?”

“They were like your pack, and you told me to run, so I did.”

“It’s okay, Roy. Sun’s really up this time. It’ll chase the shadows away,” I said, noticing the sun high in the sky from the window.

Roy shivered and turned towards me. He settled as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. We watched the sunlight streaming through the window. I didn’t really recognise the song he started singing at first. His voice was too disjointed, but I smiled when I worked it out and sang quietly along with him.

“Image on your bedroom wall, shadows marching in the hall, just about to flip your mind, just about to trip your mind…”

I held him close and snuggled under the rug, watching the sun dancing in the sky. Never did it again. That one trip was enough.

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