Caleb ran his fingers through the brown curls, moaning into his dream-lover's mouth. The body his hands moved over was no longer built, muscled, but slighter, lithe. Caleb pulled back and looked into the face of a much younger, much more appealing man. Warm, brown eyes gazed back at him, a faint, hungry smile on full, wet lips.

    "Caleb."

    The voice wrapped around him, made his balls ache. Caleb leaned in and drew his tongue over the man's lower lip. "Who are you?"

    A lyrical groan floated up to Caleb's ears. "Morpheus."

    Caleb chuckled. "The god of dreams?"

    "Yes."

    "The god of dreams is making out with me?"

    Morpheus grinned as his hands slid up Caleb's now-naked back. "Yes. More, if you want it."

    "It's just a dream, right?" Caleb asked, arching his back against Morpheus' hands.

    "Just a dream."

    Caleb teased the curls at the back of Morpheus' neck while rocking his hips. "Is it my dream... or yours?"