Backfire, Part 1 (Patreon)

Brendan's hands trembled as he slipped the liquid into Tyler's morning  protein shake. His friend always made them the night before, which made  this part easy.  Tyler was sound asleep, he could hear him snoring in  his room, and Brendan was convinced his friend had no idea that  something was up.  His hands weren’t trembling out fear; he was past the  point of second thoughts.  They were shaking out of excitement.  He'd  been friends, and lived, with Tyler for years, but his resentment of the  other man had been steadily growing. Everything still seemed to come so  easily to Tyler. It had for Brendan at one point as well, but Now in  their late 20s, he was struggling. Back in the day they were an  unstoppable pair.  He and Tyler had met on a rec league baseball team in  college.  They were the stars.  Brendan's bulging pecs and  boy-next-door charm could get anyone into his bed, while Tyler's dark  features and chiseled body did the same. Women wanted them and men  wanted to be them and they loved it.  They were athletic and handsome  without having to try too hard.  Things just fell into place back then. 
 

Now, not so much. Brendan's pecs still bulged and his arms were  still round and firm, but not nearly as defined. His trim waist was  still flat, but the once-visible abs were gone. His ass wasn't as  prominent as it used to be, and a desk job left him with skinnier legs.  All of the flaws he used to worry about were magnified. He obsessed over  his short, squat cock and lack of any significant body hair. He had a  dusting on his chest, arms and legs, but that was it. Every wrinkle on  his face felt like a canyon cutting into his skin and he was convinced  his thick, chocolate hair was thinning. Just about all of this was in  his head. By any objective standard he was still the picture of fitness,  with looks and a body that most guys would kill for. His smooth, high  cheeks and button nose left him with the same boyish looks he always  had, and the wrinkles around his eyes were immediately overshadowed by  their bright blue color. And while he'd lost some definition, his ample  muscle hadn't gone anywhere. If anything he looked more built with the  extra padding.  His package WAS on the small side at just under a wide  six inches, but he knew exactly how to use every one of those inches. In  reality he had nothing to feel inferior about.  
 

But then there was Tyler. At 28 his friend still had the body he’d  had at 21. He had the same full head of raven hair and the same constant  stubble on his cheeks. His olive complexion still sported its constant  tan and the shredded muscles underneath hadn't changed a bit. Every time  Tyler moved, his body bulged and flexed. He didn't have an ounce of fat  on him. His huge, hairy pecs sat between his bowling ball shoulders  above a tapering washboard waist. His arms were segmented groups of  furry, meaty muscle that constantly threatened to rip his sleeves every  time he moved them. His rigid 8-pack was boxed in on either side by  prominent obliques and was divided down the middle by a trail of fur  that disappeared into his stuffed pants. Unlike Brendan, Tyler had a  long hose that constantly looked like someone had shoved a banana in his  underwear. Hard, he topped out over seven inches.  It stood out even  more because whatever he had on was always stretched tight across the  large, gravity defying globes of his hairy ass and round, sturdy  thighs. 
 

Brendan's blood boiled every time he thought about it. Tyler didn't  even have to work any harder at the gym. Over the years Brendan had to  constantly up his game, but Tyler breezed through his workouts like  always. And when they went out, instead of dividing and conquering the  ladies, they all flocked to Tyler and Brendan would get the leftovers.   Even at work, Tyler was able to charm his way up the ladder while  Brendan had to bust his ass for a meager middle-management position.   They both had degrees in business.  They’d both managed to land decent  positions at area firms right out of school, but Tyler had shot ahead.   In their group of friends, instead of them both being Top Dog, Tyler was  clearly the alpha.  When the guys came over to watch a game, they  deferred to Tyler even though it was Brendan’s apartment too.  Brendan  was sick of it. 
 

His increasing desire for revenge had taken him to some dark corners  of the internet. He started to visit websites in search of something  that would level the playing field.  He honestly didn’t know what he was  looking for; he just hoped he’d know it when he found it.  Hour after  hour was spent stewing in his resentment, scouring websites in every  known language seeking an outlet for his anger.  It was becoming an  obsession.  He’d smile and laugh with his friend like always.  They’d  still go to the gym together before hitting the bars, but while whatever  random girl Brendan had met snoozed next to him, he’d stay up listening  to the sounds of Tyler’s grunting and pounding, hating his friend more  and more.   
 

Then, one morning, Brendan woke up to an email.  It was from a man  in the Ukraine who said he could help with what Brendan was seeking.   Brendan’s first instinct was to ignore it.  The english was spotty at  best and he hadn’t sent anyone a message, so he figured it was a fishing  scam.  Then the man emailed again mentioning Tyler by name.  That gave  Brendan pause.  He’d never used Tyler’s name in any searches.  Still, he  didn’t respond until the third day.  He woke up to yet another email,  this time outlining every dark thought he’d ever had about his friend.   Everything he felt and wanted was laid bare in broken english.   
 

That was enough.  He responded and the man said he could make  whatever Brendan wanted a reality.  Brendan didn’t hesitate.  He’d been  plotting his perfect revenge for some time.  For starters, he wanted  Tyler to be irresistible to men, straight or gay, and repulsive to  women.  His friend wasn’t a homophobe, but he got incredibly  uncomfortable any time a guy hit on him.  So suddenly finding himself a  guy magnet while women wouldn’t pay him the slightest attention would be  perfect.  And he wanted Tyler to play it up.  His friend always talked  shit about guys who he viewed as too feminine, so Brendan wanted his  friend to gay it up in a big way. Loose inhibitions, revealing clothes,  flaky, ditzy attitude, and feminine speech and mannerisms.  On top of  that he’d be constantly horny and cock hungry.  Which brought up the  physical changes.  The only physical change that Brendan wanted was for  Tyler’s huge hose to shrink down a few inches.  He thought about taking  more than that, but the mental image of his hairy, sculpted, hyper  masculine friend swishing around was too good to pass up.  The only  remaining question was whether or not Tyler should be aware of what was  happening.  Brendan had to think about this.  On the one hand, his  friend’s panic could be satisfying, but on the other, deep down, he  still cared about his friend in a twisted way.  Ultimately he decided to  make Tyler oblivious to the changes.  He’d know what was happening to  his friend, and that would be enough.

For his part, Brendan wanted the perfect body back. He wanted the  charm again. He wanted to turn heads when he walked in a room the way he  used to. He didn’t want to have to worry about things anymore.  He told  the man he wanted all the things that Tyler had, and the man said he  could deliver.  For a price.  It had cost Brendan almost everything he  had, but three months later a box arrived with a small, luminescent  vial.   
 

He poured it in and carefully replaced the lid on Tyler's shake. Now all he could do was wait. 
 

********

The next day at work was excruciating. Brendan was a ball of nervous  energy at his desk, unable to think about anything else. Did Tyler  drink it? Did he notice something off?  The liquid was supposed to be  tasteless and odorless, but what if?  And Brendan had no idea what the  timeline was for any of this. Should he feel different? He felt the same  as always. And he didn't look any different so far. He kept checking  his reflection and prodding himself, but couldn't find any differences.  He resisted the urge to text Tyler.  They didn’t usually text unless  there was a specific reason and he didn’t want to give the other man any  indication that something was up.  All he could do was watch the  minutes tick by.   
 

He breezed through his post-work visit to the gym, but he attributed  this more to his anxiety than any magic potion. There was a creeping  thought in the back of his mind that all he'd done was waste a huge  chunk of money.  His nerves turned to a feeling of utter foolishness as  he headed home. 
 

"How could I have been so fucking stupid," he cursed to himself in  the shower. "Magic? What the hell was I thinking?"  Dejected, he toweled  off and threw on a pair of boxer briefs and a baggy muscle shirt. Just  as he left his bedroom he heard the door opening. "Hey man," he said,  trying his best to sound normal as Tyler came in. His friend was still  clad in his own sweaty gym clothes, the damp tshirt outlining the shelf  of muscle across his chest. "I thought you were going out tonight?"
 

Tyler kicked off his shoes and shook his head. When he looked up his  expression was confused. "I was, but it's been a weird day," he said  with an embarrassed smile. 
 

Brendan had to fight to suppress a grin as his doubts started to give way. "Weird how," he asked casually. 
 

Tyler shrugged. "I dunno...I've just felt..off..all day. People have  been weird towards me, too.  Do like have something on my face or  something?"
 

"Uh...nope, looks fine to me."
 

"The guys at the gym were all just...staring at me. Like, STARING,  staring. Checking me out, staring. When I changed out of my work clothes  most of the dudes in the locker room looked real thirsty."

Brendan played it off. "Whatever, stud. You shy all of a sudden?"

Tyler gave a laugh. "No, but I'm not a piece of meat. Especially  not for a bunch of guys."  He scratched his head, his hairy bicep  flexing. “And remember Gina, the new girl I’ve been chatting up?  She’s  the one I was supposed to go out with, but she wouldn’t so much as look  at me.  She bailed and refused to tell me why.  After that I just didn't  feel like going out."

"Eh, I wouldn't worry about it," Brendan said, clapping Tyler on a  broad shoulder. "I was just gonna watch the game tonight if you wanna  dude-time it up."

Neither of them noticed that Brendan still had his hand on Tyler's  shoulder. The confused man grinned and nodded. "Yeah, sounds like a  plan. Lemme get cleaned up."
 

Brendan held it together until he heard the shower crank back on.  Then he lost it. He wanted to shout victoriously but had to settle for a  few silent fist pumps. Something was clearly happening to his friend.   As soon as he'd touched Tyler's bare shoulder, he watched his friend's  expression change completely. He wanted to see how far he could take it  without pushing too hard too soon. He hurried into his bedroom and  swapped out his baggy muscle shirt for a cut-off one he worked out in.  This let Tyler see more of his exposed lower half. 
 

"A night in's probably a good thing anyway," Tyler said as he came  back out, his buff, dripping frame covered only in a towel that hung low  and precarious on his trim waist. He looked at Brendan, but if he  noticed the different shirt he didn't say anything. Instead he  disappeared quickly into his bedroom and reemerged wearing nothing but a  pair of small blue briefs. His long, thick cock and meaty balls filled  the pouch near to bursting.
 

Brendan looked Tyler up and down. This was definitely new. Tyler  would hang out shirtless all the time, and he wasn't shy about being in  his underwear briefly around Brendan, but he'd never just hung out in  it. "I can see why the guys stared, handsome," he joked. 
 

"Fuck man, don't you start on me," Tyler laughed. Even as he laughed, Brendan caught his friend obviously checking him out. 
 

"Just sayin', that lower body routine looks like it's working."  
 

"Yeah?"  Tyler turned and flexed his barely-covered ass. 
 

Brendan felt his cock twitch.  He blushed and quickly turned away.   “What the fuck?” he thought to himself.  Then it hit him.  He hadn’t  thought this through entirely.  He’d wanted Tyler to be irresistible to  guys, which apparently included him.  “Okay…okay…this isn’t so bad.  I  can still make this work,” he said to himself.  It wasn’t in the  original plans, but in some ways it was even better.  He wouldn’t just  watch Tyler get dominated by other guys, he could take part in it.   Brendan paused again.  Why would he want to take part in something like  that?  He wasn’t gay either.  His hesitation left when he turned and saw  Tyler sprawled in a chair, his stuffed bulge on display between his  meaty, hairy thighs.  He couldn’t take his eyes off the other man as he  took up a spot on the couch.   
 

They tried to watch the game, but it quickly became clear that they  were more interested in watching each other.  They’d both been caught  staring multiple times.  Each time they’d laugh it off awkwardly until  Tyler finally broke the silence.
 

“Is that for me,” he asked, his eyes focused on Brendan’s crotch.   
 

Brendan looked down and felt his face turn red.  His boxer briefs  were obviously tented, and since he’d put the cut off shirt on he  couldn’t do anything to hide it.  “Uh, shit!  Sorry man,” he stammered.    
 

“I’m feelin’ it myself,” Tyler said, squirming.  His long cock had  snaked off to the side and was outlined under the straining fabric.   
 

Brendan returned the question.  “So is that for me?”  
 

Tyler started to speak, his eyes going wide and his face turning  crimson.  He leaned his head back on the chair and stared at the  ceiling.  “Dude…what is with this day?!”  He ran his strong fingers  through his hair and the sight of his huge biceps flexing practically  made Brendan’s mouth water.   
 

Brendan pressed.  “So is that a yes or a no?”   
 

“It’s a ‘I’m gonna go put some pants on,” Tyler sighed, standing.   
 

Brendan wanted to see how far he could go.  “Oh, come on,” he said casually.  “What’s the big deal?”
 

“Certainly not that,” Tyler laughed, nodding towards Brendan’s smaller tent.   
 

“Never had any complaints,” Brendan said smugly.   
 

“Just people asking where it is?”   
 

Brendan was trying not to get angry.  He was supposed to be pushing  Tyler, not the other way around.  “If you’re so proud of yours why are  you so uncomfortable right now?”   
 

Tyler laughed, but it was clear he WAS uncomfortable.  “What?  I’m  not…I just didn’t think you wanted to stare at my boner all night.”  He  fixed Brendan with a piercing look.  “Do you?”   
 

“Maybe I do,” Brendan said flatly.  He wasn’t sure if he was just  egging Tyler on or if he actually wanted to.  “Come on then, big man.   Lose the panties and let’s see it.”   
 

Tyler blushed and grinned bashfully.  “Oh, you think I won’t?   Fine.”  He pulled his briefs down and kicked them free, wagging his  solid log inches from Brendan’s face.  “There ya go, dude!  Take a nice  close look.”  Brendan felt his heart start to race as he leaned in.  He  was so turned on he couldn’t stand it, but he knew this wasn’t how  things were supposed to go.  Tyler had done what he told him to, but  this wasn’t what he pictured.  "This is what you wanted, right?"   Brendan was too transfixed by Tyler's bobbing cock to respond. He felt  his stomach flutter and his hands start to tremble. Tyler just looked  down at him with an arrogant grin and bounced the warm organ against his  cheek. 

"He...hey!" Brendan laughed nervously and moved his head away. 
 

Tyler did it again. "What? This isn't weird, right?  You’re the one who said this was okay.”

"No it...this isn't what I wanted," Brendan stammered unconvincingly. 

Tyler pointed at the damp spot on Brendan's tented briefs. "It sure  looks like you want it," he said, watching his friend's eyes follow his  cock like a hypnotist's watch. Brendan just licked his lips. "Go  ahead," was all Tyler needed to say. Brendan leaned forward and  swallowed as much of Tyler as he could, his hands reaching up and  clamping on to his friend's firm, hairy cheeks. 

"What the fuck am I doing?!" Brendan screamed at himself. It was  supposed to be Tyler getting him off, not the other way around. He  shouldn't even be doing this, let alone enjoying it so much. He should  have been revolted. He was choking on another man's huge dick and loving  every second of it. But then Tyler wasn't just another man. His friend  was beautiful.  
 

He knew on a logical level that it was because of the potion mishap.  He wasn't entirely in control of his actions. He could have stopped if  he wanted to, but spell or not, the other man was suddenly magnetic. The  longer Brendan was around him the more he wanted to do whatever Tyler  asked. Tyler's fingers in his hair and quiet moans drove him wild. The  feeling of the solid cheeks flexing under his death grip while Tyler  pumped his hips was intoxicating. He didn't want it to end. The wide,  slick pole sliding against his tongue sent wave after wave of pleasure  through him.  
 

Brendan was surprised at how quickly he took to it. He'd never done  anything remotely like this, but after only a few minutes he was  swallowing Tyler almost to his base.  And when the other man finally  exploded in his mouth he guzzled it down like he was taking a shot of  whiskey. 
 

"Whoa….whoa….” Brendan panted while he rested his face against  Tyler's firm abs, drinking in the other man's musky scent. His friend’s  fingers still danced through his hair while his own hands were gently  rubbing the backs of Tyler's powerful thighs. 

"Shit man," Tyler finally sighed. "You should'a told me you were so  good at that a long time ago."  Brendan beamed at the compliment,  finally letting Tyler step away. He looked up at the other man's wry,  cocky smile and melted all over again. "You been gay this whole time?"  

"What? No!" Brendan blushed. "I'm not...just because I did...are you?"

"Of course not!"  Tyler flexed unconsciously, each of his ample  muscle groups inflating. Despite his denial, he was looking at Brendan  with equally hungry eyes. "It's just us, so whatever,” he said, trying  to convinced himself.  “We're both super horny and it’s been a weird  day.  That's all."
 

"Right, right," Brendan agreed quickly, clearing his throat. There  was a long pause while they stared at each other until Brendan finally  asked, “So, uh, do I get a turn?"  He watched the conflicting emotions  play across Tyler's face. This was the real test. His friend's smile  faded and his eyes darkened. Regular Tyler would want to punch him for  even suggesting it, but before Brendan had to try and cover his tracks  the smile came back. 
 

Tyler blushed and shook his head. He scratched his scalp nervously  and took a deep breath, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Seeing  the sculpted, confident stud suddenly bashful was a turn on in itself  for Brendan. "Fuck, man, this is so weird, but..." With that he dropped  to his knees. His hands shook as he reached up and pulled Brendan's  now-soaked underwear down. 

Brendan held his breath while Tyler stared at his squat, aching  cock. His friend's hands were unconsciously kneading his meaty thighs  while Tyler hesitated. Brendan finally gave him an encouraging smile and  gently reached out and guided Tyler's head forward. Tyler didn't resist  and Brendan let out a louder groan than he'd anticipated when Tyler's  soft, full lips wrapped around him. Tyler's scratchy stubble on his  thighs contrasted with the warm, wet mouth bobbing up and down on his  pole was overwhelming. All Brendan could do was stroke Tyler's short  black hair with one hand while the other clutched at the couch cushions.  Watching the other man's broad, rippling shoulders flex rhythmically  while his head bobbed deeper and faster nearly made Brendan cum by  itself. "OOOOHHHHHH.....!" He didn't last long. After getting so worked  up by the job he’d done on Tyler it felt like his friend had just  started when he was spraying down his throat. 
 

Tyler sucked it down just as eagerly as he had, grinning and  blushing as it dribbled down his chin when he pulled his head away.  "Eager little squirt isn't it," he laughed, wiping his chin. 
 

"That usually...doesn't happen...so fast," Brendan panted. "You must be a natural. Sure you haven't done that before?"
 

"Fuck you, man," Tyler stood and gave Brendan a playful shove before  falling on top of him on the couch. They wrestled, each one loving the  sensation of the other against their naked body. Tyler couldn't get  enough of Brendan's softer, beefy frame, and Brendan loved the prickly  hairs coating Tyler's granite body. "Okay...okay...you win, you win,"  Tyler conceded when Brendan had him pinned. Their faces hovered inches  apart. "Uh, are we gonna make out now? 'Cause that might be too gay."

"Oh would it?"  Brendan shifted off Tyler and wormed behind him so  that they were spooning on the couch. He threw a heavy arm over Tyler's  hairy chest, holding him in place. "What about cuddling?"

"Dude! Come on!" Tyler half heartedly put up a fight but quickly conceded, relaxing against Brendan's broad chest. 

"We can still catch the end of the game," Brendan said as they  settled. In his head he was trying to piece together what was happening.  None of this was what he'd pictured. Nowhere in his revenge fantasy did  he see himself spooning naked with Tyler after they'd blown each other.  He did his best to focus, to try and think back to what could have been  screwed up, but all he could focus on was the buff, gorgeous man in his  arms. Every time he thought of Tyler that way he told himself it was  the spell, but that didn't stop it from happening. Instead of thinking  about how to fix this he was loving the way it felt to stroke Tyler's  furry chest, or how nice the other man's shampoo smelled. 

And Tyler seemed just as content. He'd tensed at first, but after a  few minutes Brendan had felt him relax entirely. Even when Brendan’s  cock hardened against his back, Tyler just wiggled his ass against it.   And when Brendan’s stroking fingers drifted south to wrap around Tyler’s  lengthy pole, the hairy man just moaned and let his friend stroke.   Brendan would only stroke for a few minutes at a time, working Tyler up  without getting him off.   
 

“Duuuude….you are killin’ me here,” Tyler groaned when Brendan pulled his hand away again.   
 

Brendan just rubbed Tyler’s scruffy abs.  “What’s your hurry,” he asked, feeling the other man shiver when he nibbled his ear.   
 

“Oh that’s not fair,” Tyler said, rolling over so they could face  each other.  They shifted so that he was on top this time and his mouth  fell to Brendan’s burly chest, his tongue flitting against one of his  friend’s prominent nipples.   
 

“MMMMmmm….” Brendan just settled on the couch and folded his hands  behind his head while Tyler worked his chest before sliding steadily  down until his mouth had explored every inch of Brendan except for his  throbbing cock.   
 

“Little squirt looks eager again,” Tyler said, his tongue flicking the underside of Brendan’s short, wide pole.   
 

“Your’s isn’t much better.”  Brendan nodded towards the small puddle on his thigh left by Tyler’s oozing member.   
 

Tyler slid off Brendan and pulled the other man upright so they were  sitting next to each other.  He left his hand on Brendan’s thigh, his  fingers dancing against his friend’s tight balls.  “Alright, a race.   Whoever blows first loses.”   
 

Brendan grinned.  “And what does the winner get?”   
 

Tyler didn’t have to think about it.  “Loser has to do whatever the other one says for the rest of the night.”   
 

Brendan couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of that statement given what was going on.  “Deal.”   
 

They seized each other’s cocks and went to work.  Neither spoke.   They just grunted or moaned while they did their best to hold it in.   Brendan used the ample fluid slowly oozing out of Tyler’s cock to his  advantage, lubing the other man up so he could easily glide along the  pulsing organ.  After his quick performance earlier, Brendan was  determined not to lose.  He was gritting his teeth so hard he thought  they would break when he felt Tyler tense.   
 

“Fu…fuuuuuck….” Tyler hissed, spurting like a geyser.  Brendan held  on until the deluge stopped, the warm fluid splattering against his  fist.  Tyler sighed and leaned his head on the back of the couch.   “Goddamn it.  I thought I had you.”   
 

“Almost,” Brendan grinned mischievously at his friend.   
 

Tyler shrugged.  “A deal’s a deal.  So…?”   
 

Brendan nodded towards his unfinished handjob.  “We can start with  that.  But,” he stopped Tyler when the other man went to continue, “I  want you to kiss me while you do it.”   
 

Tyler turned bright red, his bashful grin coming back.  “Wh…what?”   
 

“You heard me,” Brendan said flatly.   
 

“Come on, man, that’s…that’s too…” The word Tyler was looking for  was intimate.  Getting each other off was one thing.  They were two  horny dudes helping each other out, nothing more.  But kissing?  That  was a different story.   
 

“Hey, these were your rules.  But if you wanna back out of the  deal…” Brendan was cut off when Tyler leaned over and gave him a quick  peck on the mouth.  “Cute, but no way.  Like you mean it.”   
 

“Can’t I just blow you again?”  The fact that those words even left  straight-guy Tyler’s mouth almost made whatever was happening to himself  worth it for Brendan.   
 

Brendan shook his head.  “Nope.  Come on, it’s just making out.  How is that worse than anything else?”   
 

“I dunno, man, it’s just…” Tyler trailed off with a nervous laugh.   “You really wanna do that?”  His face was practically purple with  embarrassment.  “Fuck, dude….how’d we get here?  Wasn’t I just bitching  about those thirsty dudes at the gym?  Now I’m about to fuckin’ make out  with another guy like I’m some chick?”   
 

“You’re certainly acting like a pussy right now.”  Brendan egged him  on, hoping he hadn’t pushed too far.  It was the right move.  Tyler  gave a short laugh and then leaned in, kissing Brendan roughly.  He  worked his tongue into Brendan’s mouth like they were wrestling again.   It wasn’t until their tongues were entwined that Brendan even stopped to  consider why he’d made that request in the first place.  His desire for  Tyler kept him from thinking about how wrong this all was, but he tried  to at least make a mental note of it for later.  Like before, Tyler was  tense at first.  His motions were mechanical and felt forced.  But  after a few minutes he relaxed and got into it.  Gone was the nervous  man who didn’t want to do it, replaced by the confident hunk that had no  problem landing woman after woman.  Their hands were all over each  other while their faces pressed together and all Brendan could think  about was why hadn’t they done this years before?  Things were only  intensified when Tyler resumed working on Brendan’s stubby cock.   Brendan felt like he was melting.  He was putty in Tyler’s strong hands.   He came while his tongue was exploring the inside of his friend’s  mouth.  The strange sensations of another man’s solid, hairy body  against his when there was usually someone soft and smooth pushed his  brain into overdrive.   
 

“You’re not a bad kisser, little squirt,” Tyler said when he finally pulled his mouth away.   
 

“See?  That wasn’t so bad.”   
 

“I’m willing to admit that I could have been wrong.  But you’re  totally the girlfriend in this set up,” Tyler said with mock  seriousness.   
 

“I do have better tits,” Brendan said, flexing his thick pecs.  They  clambered off the couch and stretched, smiling silently as they were  still unable to look away from each other.  Neither one knew what to  say.  They were both experiencing the sensation of seeing the other for  the first time despite their decade of friendship.   
 

“Weird fuckin’ night,” Tyler yawned.  “I think I’m ready for bed.”   
 

“Same here,” Brendan said as he shut off the lights and followed Tyler towards his bedroom.   
 

“Uh…” Tyler gave him a confused look.   
 

Brendan just grinned.  “The deal, remember?  You’re sleeping with me tonight and your bed is nicer.”