Part 4
~Devlin~
What a curious evening it had been. With such emotional vicissitude, a rollercoaster steered by the ups and downs of switching back and again once more, I figured things couldn't get much worse. That's when the reality of my own life, persistently trudging on without me, and the pressure of all my schoolwork building up, incomplete and forgotten until that moment, burst in on me. Having just realized I had one of my most important Calculus assignments of the quarter due tomorrow, I frantically rang up Jake and planned to meet with him.
After panicking on the phone, I quickly convinced his parents to let me go retrieve a notebook "Devlin" had accidentally grabbed from my bookbag. I rushed over to my house. Upon discovering I'd completed even less of the assignment than I previously thought I had, I swiftly slid further on down the precipitous slope of stress. I tumbled helplessly. What an unseemly situation -- to my careful mind an avalanche, really.
Jake pulled me back from the brink of despair and distress.
"Dev, listen, you need to calm your shit," he said. I was a bit surprised when he comforted me with a hand on my shoulder.
He carried on, again projecting the weight of our circumstance, cautious and awkward, his brain now whirring with the possibilities of forcing a return to our more usual corporeal positions. I instantly detected the intent of his insinuation, so I helped him along with his suggestions. Sex, yes, all evidence pointed in that direction: we'd have to attempt fornication in order to instantiate a more permanent switch back to our own bodies. And how imperative was the rectification of our unfortunate predicament? Critically. But where, when? I divined the specifics and further solidified our plan. We'd leave our houses tomorrow morning, feign attending school, and meet up at my house after my parents left for work.
As far as I could imagine, our machinations were reasonably secure, so I could maybe calm down. I felt my heart rate slow infinitesimally. That's when I locked eyes with Jake again. My own green eyes pierced me so forcibly. My heart picked up its pace once more. I was overcome so much that I grabbed him and squeezed him with all the force my borrowed body could exert. Then I pulled away, again met his sparkling, verdant gaze and kissed him as quickly as possible.
I made a swift escape.
***
That night I spent a good hour agonizing over the impossible misfortune of my life, lying on my back, just staring blankly at the looming, inky blackness of Jake's bedroom. My vision blurred as my eyes lost focus and began to register that black nebula of static and fuzziness I'd seen a few times before. It was a haze of sorts, the kind induced by my persistent resistance to the blinking impetus. I ignored some stinging and continued to stare hard into the darkness. I marveled in realizing the experiential commonality of human existence: bodily reactions to the vast range of stimuli seem to be, based on my literal out of body evidence, rather standard.
I finally blinked. Then I closed my eyes and held them tightly shut. I gave way to the release. Stress seeped from the hulking, foreign mass of muscles my mind recognized as its own.
Again, as I'd experienced in my own body, my field of vision exploded with tiny bits of lights and swirling images akin to a photographic negative. This piqued my interest; so I repeatedly opened my eyes, stared into the abyss, then, after my vision crowded with that hazy blackness and I bent to the pressing urge to blink, I closed them once more. And I'd squeeze my eyes tightly shut to marvel at the images conjured on the back of my eyelids. Delusory delight: I pushed myself to both extremes.
Somewhere between my rapture and repeated experimentation, I drifted off to sleep.
***
Spiraling clouds dance across the sky then yield to the full moon, which pours its light upon the world. A bedroom blackened by the unsettled evening, and a set of curtains not quite closed: moonbeams invade and set a single sliver of the wall scintillating with the purity of their cherished white light.
He's on top of him.
He's lithe and moving so fluidly, the one on top.
The connection, the hitched breath, the freedom in the other's moans and whimpers.
"Yes, more, Dev..." and it's his voice, not mine...
"Fuck me harder, Dev! Harder!"
The cutting call to consciousness shredded my dream. I sat upright in Jake's bed with a raging hard-on and a pounding pulse. At that moment I vocalized my surprise. "How strange..." I said to myself, floored by the kind of forward dominance I enacted in the sex dream. Let's just say it was an entirely unprecedented phenomenon.
I turned and checked the clock. Wow, 4:00 AM already. That was all I needed: back to bed for a few measly hours. I tossed my body onto its side, grabbed my blankets, curled up in them to defend myself from the accosting neon greenness of the alarm clock and the chill creeping in from under my-
ahem
Jake's bedroom door. In such desperate need of the extra shut-eye, I must've hoped myself to sleep.
***
I awoke at 6:37 AM with just enough time to shower and prepare for the day. I heated up the shower water while I brushed my teeth and mussed with Jake's hair. As steam encroached at the edges of my reflection in the jock's speckled bathroom mirror (I'd really rather not like to imagine what substance, or more likely
substances
, stained this poor looking-glass), I realized time pressed urgently.
I hopped into the shower and met a wall of warmth. I stopped to luxuriate in the sweet heat. The showerhead pounded a curative rain down on my stiff back while the steam the stream created lapped at my skin. I looked down to admire for the hundredth time Jake's Adonis-abs and ample male endowment. Man, that cock was pretty much a phenomenon in and of itself. I trailed an eager hand down defined lines of abdominal musculature, over punctuating hipbones, and finally through a small, manicured bush of pubic hair before I reached his cock and palmed it with his strong hand. Like yeah, I was obviously already rock-hard.
Ugh, I forced myself to respect the time limit. Servicing his demanding dick would have to wait till later. Later...
A chill ran through me as I thought of my previous tamer, sexual encounters with Jake as he was trapped in my rightful body. My mind swirling with ideas, I gasped remembering the dream shards from last night's fantasy still floating and flashing through my tattered psyche...
Then, in the dream, I reveled in the powerful, borrowed body that pinned the lithe frame with crushing confidence and obtrusive excitement. Disconcerted inhabitant of a vessel never requested, the forcible actions and fluid movements I executed in sexually objectifying the body I once occupied left me baffled and behind, caught off guard and cast aside by the incontestable force of attraction drawing me to my rightful habitation.
The intangible heat of the encounter had me sweating lightly as I flexed and gripped his sinuous body, hefted him from the bed, carried him towards the door, and threw him against the wall. He sat his weight on my hips, wrapped his naked legs around my back, grinded his cock against my lower stomach, and I slid my hands up the smooth skin of his back to press him and lock him in the tight embrace.
We were kissing; he stopped to catch breath. He stared me in the eyes, and I saw my own helpless eagerness reflected back in the green pool of the eyes through which I once beheld the world. The tenuous moment broke around me as he looked down at his cock then reached behind himself to grab mine. He squeezed mine and looked back up at me with mischief in his gaze.
I felt him as he lifted his ass and slid his thighs down my body. I shifted to help. His hand still on my cock, he guided himself down. Precum oozed from the head of my dick a second before it met flesh. The sensation of contact surely blinded us both; his chest heaved and my arms tensed, yet he pressed on, seeking alignment. We slipped as he gyrated against me.
I felt it: a change in texture there at the center, a softening of flesh replacing supple and sheer with tenderness. He tightened himself and his hole became clenched and flexed as the head of my cock -- which he led to his own hole, the hole I once guarded and worked -- threatened untimely entrance. He let go of my cock only then and shifted his weight to allow gravity's increasingly heavy hand in our coupling.
Pasting a vulgar collection of saliva to the glove of precum he wore, he reached back down to slick my dick.
Still a mere centimeter past the extremity of his hole, resting reverent and breathless with only the smallest space between me and highest ecstasy, I sipped the heavy air that hung around us. With a swift little swoop I caught his lips and stole his control.
He sank down fast.
Tightness I'd never felt, the only kind of intimate heat that really mattered barreled me down. It blew me away.
I started shaking, my muscles straining, my whole being vibrating at a higher frequency...
I even heard a clear buzzing sound in my ear, this
bverrrrt
sound...once...now twice...oh shit, that detail was decidedly absent from my midnight fantasy.
My eyes flashed open. Jake's iPhone, waddling itself to the edge of the sink, vibrated to announce an incoming call. Startled, I nearly dismantled the curtain as I stumbled out of the shower. I toweled off with haste, caught Jake's phone before it dove from the sink to the floor, and fumbled to answer it, barely managing the steamed up touch-screen with still damp digits and flicking the green accept button as the phone danced what had to be one of its last rings.
It had my little face there staring at me. "Devlin Currant Calling," I noticed on the screen.
I answered, a bit breathless having been ripped so discourteously from my reverie, "Hello?"
"Where the fuck are you, Devlin," my own voice spat at me. Jake, exasperated at my unpunctuality and ensuing deviation from our plans, no doubt, proceeded to berate me, so I assured him I'd join him quite soon.
