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Aron was ready to go to bed, it seemed. Carter stopped for a moment and looked at the man. The guy probably slept naked, because all that Carter could see was his bare torso, as the rest was covered by a thin deep blue blanket. Aron was still pissed, and he was pretending to read something on his laptop.
“Should I just go sleep on the sofa?” he asked.
Aron’s eyes snapped up, looking at Carter like he was seeing his husband for the first time. Ugh, this was growing old. Either Aron came to terms that the accident had forever changed his husband, or Carter learned how to Alex and fast. Both alternatives had a failure prognosis of at least 50%. Or more.
“No, just come here,” the man said gruffly, but pulled back the blanket to welcome his supposedly better half to the conjugal bed.
Carter slid under the cover, decided to just be good from now on, and not try to mess up delicate things like Aron’s marriage.
“You’re going to be hot if you sleep like this. Stop acting like a primadona already and get undressed. I’m not mad, I promise.”
Yeah, right. Carter was no fool. Aron was mad, and as his husband, Carter had to do something about that. A good start was to behave like he didn’t mind being ordered around.
Well, he was supposed to get changed in some pajamas or something. Carter was sure Alex was the type to wear all silk and stuff. But, for now, to appease a miffed husband, he needed to do something else. He had a vague recollection of how one of his ex-girlfriends had shared with him the secret of how to tame a pissed guy. Well, he hoped gay guys were not that different when it came to bedroom affairs.
After all, it was just Alex’s body, and it was no foul play if he decided to use it. So, he got up from the bed, and began to take off his t-shirt. How did those chicks do those striptease shows? He was supposed to have some languorous moves, right?
He tried to move his hips as he pulled the t-shirt over his head. At that inopportune time, a sudden swing of the hips made him lose balance and he just ended up fighting against the t-shirt that was now refusing to let go, while trying to balance his entire weight on just one foot. The lamp on the night stand made a dangerous pirouette, but eventually settled, rattling back on its base.
“What on earth are you doing there, Alex?” Aron asked, exasperated.
“Just trying to get undressed,” Carter finally managed to pull himself free from the evil t-shirt.
“Can you do it without hurting yourself?”
A hint of a smile could be felt in those words. That was good. At least Aron was no longer that pissed. And Carter sucked at striptease. So he just decided to push down his pants and throw them in some indefinite direction. Dressed in nothing but a pair of underwear that probably qualified as tiny and cute by gay standards, he climbed on the bed again. That small piece of clothing certainly didn’t hide a thing.
Aron’s eyes were on him, forcing him to look up.
“What?” he asked, but his throat was suddenly very dry.
“Take that off, too. I hope you don’t think I’ll jump you. And that kind of underwear may just excite me more than act like a barrier between you and what I want.”
Carter opened his mouth to say something, but Aron seemed pretty serious about each and every word he had said. With a shrug, he shucked down his underwear and grabbed the blanket to cover himself.
With a smile that was saying nothing good was afoot, Aron put away his laptop and turned towards Carter.
“Are you going to sleep?” Aron asked slowly, his words dipped in honey.
“Well, I should,” Carter replied, with a small frown. “But I suppose I can stay awake a little longer, for your sake.”
“Oh, His Majesty thinks he’s doing me a favor,” Aron shook his head, like he could just not believe it.
“All right, what do you want?”
“Do you really think you have it in you to handle my answer? You can’t handle the truth!” Aron spoke in a thunderous voice, and the worse impersonation of Jack Nicholson that had ever been made.
“Try me,” Carter challenged.
In a second, Aron was sneaking towards him, navigating under the blanket like an U boat on a mission. The way the guy pinned him to the bed with a swift move was almost funny. Almost. Carter was not amused.
“Hey!” Carter protested, but the guy was way too strong for him.
He was pretty damn certain that their dicks were touching now. Alex was between his legs, and was grinding slowly against his husband’s body. And no matter how detached about it all Carter wanted to be, he could not deny what he was feeling. The feeling of another dude’s cock on his.
But the friction was nice.
“After pissing me off like that, the least you could do is give me some sugar,” Aron punctuated every word with a push of his hips.
Carter groaned and closed his eyes.
“Do what you must, beast,” he said theatrically. “Defile the poor innocent maiden …”
Aron snorted.
“Trust me, baby, if I wanted to defile you, I would have taken you on a different tour right now.”
Carter opened one eye, to stare at Aron. What could the guy mean by that?
“What, do you have some dungeon hidden somewhere?”
“No, but you’re making me think that I should at least get a spanking paddle,” Aron replied and grunted as he continued to rub himself dry against Carter’s naked crotch.
“A spanking paddle?” Carter protested. “How will I explain my red butt at work then?”
“C’mon, Alex, it’s not like you’re showing your ass there. Or are you lately?”
“Yeah, right, everyone just loves my face. No one cares about my butt.”
“Oh, I care about your butt. I care about your butt very much,” Aron confirmed as he slid one hand to cup Carter’s ass from below.
Aron leaned in for a kiss, and Carter let him. What was he to do anyway? Aron was such a great kisser, though. It almost made him feel no regrets that he was basically forcing the guy to cheat. Whatever, what he didn’t know could not hurt him. So he decided to just wrap his legs around the guy, to help him.
Aron groaned into his mouth, but he didn’t let go. Carter was starting to get the hang of it. The man had a pretty wicked tongue, and Carter was not going to deny that he liked it. He could suck on it, too, and that seemed to be something Aron definitely appreciated, by the way he increased the rhythm of his movements.
It was clearly a far shot to come from just this kind of humping, but Carter was more than willing to give it a try. It was all just happening because he was trapped in a gay guy’s body, anyway. He wasn’t the one liking it, but Alex. His body, his pleasures. Sounded like a great rule. The golden rule of being gay.
Aron withdrew and pushed himself back on his knees, in a half sitting position. Carter watched in fascination how the man was pumping his dick. It was a sight to behold, and even he, a not-gay guy, could admit it. The man’s bulging muscles, the strong grip on that fantastic big cock ...
Aron was a handsome man, good muscles everywhere, nice body hair, and the face of a sinner. Yeah, Carter could see it. He wasn’t blind. Any guy in the universe could have said the same thing in his place. And it was pretty nice to see a good looking guy like this going about his business, with a small frown on his face, his long fingers wrapped around his cock, trying to bring himself to shoot a load.
“Turn,” Aron said curtly.
That sounded dangerous. If he turned, he was going to be exposed to the guy’s cock. No, his ass was going to be exposed. So he remained there frozen, saying nothing.
“I won’t fuck you,” Aron promised. “I just want to see your ass. Come on, baby, don’t keep me hanging.”
That was supposed to sound like a plea, but it was actually an order, with an underlying hint at how much the guy was strung right now. Whatever, he had tried earlier to do a striptease show. This was even easier to do.
He turned and pushed himself up on all fours, without being told to. Probably that was how Aron was normally taking his husband, from behind, doggy-style. He only had to behave like his girlfriends from before. Show some ass, wiggle some tail. Easy-peasy.
Aron’s hand was hard and demanding on his ass cheek, as the man was trying to push it aside. Oh, he wanted to see the asshole. The tiny asshole that wanted no dicking. Carter sighed, but grabbed his other butt cheek to spread wide. There was a strange tickling sensation and he could feel something like a small vibration right under his cock, only at the thought of being watched like this. By now, Aron had to have a pretty cool view. Not that he could call that a pretty view. How could he tell? He hadn’t had the time to stare at himself, now that he was inhabiting the body of a fashion icon or something. Local fashion icon. Not like an international one. But still.
“Grab your ass with your hands, and keep it open like this,” Aron ordered, and Carter obeyed.
He could feel his hole twitch, and by the way Aron was whispering dirty encouragements, he was doing a pretty good job. Now he only needed to think of something else. Not of how his ex best friend was staring at him like he was a sex object, and how much his dick seemed to appreciate the situation.
What did his girlfriends think about while they had been staying like this, while he had been in the same position as Aron right now? Had they been wishing that the guy should just hurry up and fuck them? Or they had just been bored and already thinking about how much nicer would have been to be on the phone and play Candy Crush Saga?
Aron’s labored breath behind him did not let him concentrate. What was he supposed to do to avoid thinking of dangerous stuff? It felt kind of weird to keep his asshole open like that. It was like he could feel a little breeze.
He caught his breathe as he felt something warm and liquid hitting his backside and pouring down his ass crack. A small shudder crossed his body. Well, at least Aron seemed to be easy to satisfy. That was good to know. Until Alex was back, ready to take care of his husbandly duties, he could act as a passive replacement. Oh, no, he had just thought the word passive? It was like he was getting gayer by the second. Was it possible to become contaminated with gayness?
A quick slap on the ass made him purse his lips and groan.
“Thanks, baby,” Aron spoke and lay down on his side of the bed. “Good night.”
Carter stared at his husband feeling a little robbed of something, for some reason he could not exactly pinpoint. So he was left with jizz pouring down his ass, while the fucker was just turning on one side to sleep. With a murmured curse, he stood up and traipsed toward the bathroom. Alex probably didn’t usually sleep with jizz all over his asshole, so it was all right to take a short shower.
By the time he got back to the bed to sleep, Aron was already in the land of dreams. With a shrug, he just sneaked under the blanket. Well, it did feel nice to sleep naked, and, somehow, the steady rhythm of Aron’s breathing was making him feel relaxed.
Tomorrow, he was going to see what the hell was going on with this weird body swap thing. After that, maybe he was going to be friends with Aron again. Provided that he wasn’t going to act like an uncontrollable jerk.
TBC
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