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Jan 20, 2022 9:33 AM
James is now god, kinda
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When he gets to the gym, he may notice a few things.

1) The bleachers are pulled out, and students are filing onto them, as they would at any other school event.

2) There's a general air of anticipation, much more intense than at any school event James has ever attended.

3) Edmund Pevensie is standing in the middle of the gym, shifting his weight from one foot to another, stark naked with a very prominent erection.

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4) There are a handful of other students standing with him, also naked. He hasn't seen any of them around before, so presumably they're more transfers. One of them is rubbing their(?) thighs together, possibly in an effort to keep their pussy from dripping on the floor.

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"Hey uh what the fuck," says James to the first person nearby he knows.

(And he kinda does have to adjust his boner, there, because wow that's hot and he was not expecting it and he should - he should figure out what the fuck boner shut up -)

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She furrows her brow.

"Uh, we're in the gym and we're about to have the Bacchanal after Mr. Dresden gives us the lecture? I don't know what you're what-the-fucking."

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"What the fuck is a bacchanal."

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She blinks a couple of times.

"It's... a social inversion festival that you celebrate with an orgy? Dude, are you okay, do you need some of my Xanax, I don't usually give that shit out but you look like might need it?"

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An orgy. A start-of-year orgy. Oh wait okay this is his homeroom nap dream with the new boy. He's still asleep and having that sexy dream he wanted to have! Ha ha! That makes a lot more sense.

"Y- no, I'm, I'm fine, sorry, I just." What did he just? It's a dream anyway who gives a shit what he just, he plasters on a grin and shakes his head. "Sleep dep, is all."

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She snorts. "Yeah, they make us get up way too early. I am going to remember what the fuck is a Bacchanal and make fun of you about it, though, that was hilarious."

They climb the bleachers, which continue feel very solid and real and non-dreamlike.

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Well it's not like you can tell you're dreaming from inside a dream, right? And he did write it into his handbook, so it... makes sense... that he'd dream about it.

He, uh, grabs his handbook out of his bag after he gets a seat, though. And squirms a bit when his trousers press his hard-on against his body as he does.

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His friend (whose name, by the way, is Vivian) snickers. "Don't pop before the action, Orland. Don't you want to get a piece?"

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"I absolutely do, Edmund looks delicious and that person of indeterminate gender there who nevertheless has a pussy needs to be eaten out as soon as possible."

Handbook, here - huh, he hadn't noticed the way the cover's print looks weirdly misaligned before, that's probably a dream thing right - wait, aren't you meant to not be able to read stuff in dreams? - where's the bit with the transfer students...

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Hazing is held on the first day of the year - transfer students are to be welcomed with the traditional start-of-year orgy.

His pencil scrawlings are gone, as is the original text. The replacement is as clean and clear as the rest of the handbook (except the cover).

"You are reading your student handbook before an orgy," Vivian notes drily. "Where is the James Orland I once knew? Who is this fucking nerd?"

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He stuffs the handbook back inside his bag and says, "What, am I meant to have started jerking off already? I do not want to, how did you put it, pop before the action."

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     Vivian smirks. "Ah, thinking of baseball. Sense, sense."

As the last of the students trickle onto the bleachers, Mr. Dresden makes his appearance. He walks in, takes position in front of the transfers, and clears his throat.

"Welcome, students, to the annual Woodrow Wilson High School Bacchanal. I'm sure you all know the rules by now, but I do have to go over them anyway. No unnegotiated activities beyond penetration or straightforward oral and manual stimulation, except in the case of the recent transfers - they're public property. Even for the transfers, no unnegotiated violence more severe than a simple pinch or open-palm slap. All participants are available on a first-come-first-served basis, but bear in mind that the transfer students have been given performance enhancers and will, in fact, be able and willing to fuck all night - so don't trample each other if one catches your fancies. If you're here then you got your STI test last week, and any student present and in possession of a uterus has been on birth control since at least their last period, so you don't need further protection unless you're into that. With all that said..."

He opens his arms and takes a bow. Then he steps to one side.

"Have fun, kids."

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...this... is.... a very detailed and deeply-thought-out dream. He looks down at his student's handbook...

...is it more likely that his scribble this morning changed reality or that reality had always been like this and he's having a little memory hiccup? Except memory hiccups are actually super worrying -

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- but on the other hand Mr. Dresden said public property and before his brain has finished processing that thought he is up and on his way because he wants to use his property.

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Many of the other students appear to have had the same idea. However, most seem to be gravitating towards the female transfer students (and the mysterious androgyne), leaving Edmund without a line, at least when James fetches up in front of him.

"Somehow I thought you might be first in line," Edmund says with a shaky grin. "How do you want me, James?"

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"Was I that obvious?" His nervousness and shakiness is... probably... normal? In an orgy? This is the first time he's fucked someone in front of so many people - or isn't it? Uh... "How do you want me to want you, gorgeous?"

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Edmund raises his eyebrows. "Hmm. Is it cheating if I say however you like, or are you going to make me have preferences at you? I can't even pick where to get take-out."

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"If you actually mean it," and the last step towards Edmund also involves a hand reaching forwards to grab him by the dick and another around him to cup his asscheek, "I can have preferences too."

Surely his dream will have some lube handy, right?

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There's something of a buffet table stocked with lube bottles against the wall.

Edmund follows his gaze with horny confusion as James strokes him. "It looks like you've got some right here," he says, tapping a small bottle in the netting of James' backpack. "Came prepared like a good lad, no need to take communal resources."

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He blinks and looks down at his bag. "Oh. So I do. Thought I'd forgotten it this morning. First day of school and all." He unslings his backpack and drops it onto the floor, then drops himself to one knee - which brings him eye level with Edmund's cock. This was at least 70% planned, and while his hands are busy grabbing the lube he can give Edmund's tip a love lick.

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Edmund makes a desperate little noise, and his hips buck a little.

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Adorable.

...man, Edmund is naked and he is not, he feels like that is not a very fair state of affairs. "Please give me a moment while I make this situation a little bit more balanced," he says, and starts quickly getting rid of his clothes, keeping the bottle of lube held firmly in one hand as he does that. Once he's entirely naked he gets to his feet and kisses Edmund.

(Kisses are okay right? What are the rules of a traditional orgy - Edmund is totally into dudes, James is sure of it, he's not gonna be one of those 'it's not homo if you don't kiss' guys right?)

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Edmund kisses back somewhat feverishly, and after a few seconds breaks away to laugh softly. "Nontraditional, but I'm not complaining," he murmurs before kissing James again.

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